0 comments/ 17591 views/ 0 favorites Best Laid Plans By: sarah thorne Imagine. She circled the dark room, lit only by the full moon that spilled its radiance seductively through the sheer chiffon curtains, which were gently waving due to the light evening breeze. Click. Click. Click. Heels on hardwood, her own diaphanous robe flowing softly over naked skin, trailing behind her as she lit each candle, one at a time, that was in each corner of the room. Bending to light each, just as he loved, giving off a bit more glow, erotically ethereal. Glancing at her captive, seeing a positive response just as the room took on the effect she was seeking. Approaching the bed in the middle of the room, she looked down upon him, his eyes watching her as she shed her transparent covering by allowing it to simply slide off creamy shoulders and on to the floor. Bending, her hands on the bed next to his body as he lay flat on his back, her breasts swaying nearly in his face. How he longed to nip them, as they were almost close enough to do so, but he was unable. It was a deliberate torture. As he had lay in deep slumber she had stolen into his house, courtesy of the key handed over two weeks before as the first sign of commitment. She did know he slept heavily and had used that to her advantage. A bit thrown in finding that the restraints that were normally attached to the bed were not there (she usually being the one bound by them). She had used two silk scarves instead, tying his hands to the posts with lightening speed just seconds before his eyes fluttered open in surprise. It was then that she took to lighting the candles and now, partially veiled by the shadowy light, she leaned over him enticingly. Tips of her breasts torturing as they swept across his slowly, taunt, electric. "What are you doing?" gasped in need, hoping, wanting. She merely smiled, leaned a bit more, and whispered, "My turn". Before he had chance to utter another word, she took his evident arousal into her warm mouth, kissing the tip, using her tongue in the way she knew he liked so much, his hips rising in consent of what she was doing. But she only tantalized him enough to leave him wanting. Nails trailing sensitive nerves, finding his pain as his pleasure rose. Reading his body like a good book. Eyes sliding up to his as she taunted the soft yet firm head. The growl rising in her throat, as a predator hovers over fallen prey. Crawling up his straddled body, slowly, her sex dangerously close to his, hot breath of her mouth sweeping his face sweetly, erotically. Her hand entwining his hair, harshly gripping to capture his head while raping his mouth in a harsh kiss. His mind and body, fervently raced to keep up with this unexpected surprise. Her body hot with success as he moaned into her. The feral purr escaping her throat while she broke the contact, moving down, finally, to his neck, licking, sucking, biting, kissing, his arms straining against the silk, tightening the threads of the scarves, mouth moving back up to cover his once more, teasing with her tongue, before she lifted, releasing his hair in a jerk while staring down upon him as if she owned this chattel, exceedingly pleased that he was breathless already. "Mmm, do you want me, baby?" she asked, hands running from his neck, down his chest, nails running lightly through his chest hair, up her own thighs from there, up soft sides until she reached her full breasts, taking them in her hands, molding, kneading. Her wetness felt, just below his naval, her petals brushing lightly over his lower belly, slippery in her own arousal, as she lifted slightly while rolling her own nipples between fingers. Whispered, "Do you want me?" A breathless answer, "Yes, oh, god, yes!" As arms strained once more, to no avail. One hand moving back down her taut belly to her swollen sex as he made great effort to watch. "Is this what you want?" Her chuckle like his when roles were reversed. Deep, throaty, near abusive in its flaunting tease, knowing he knew, she knew, who was in charge. Reveling in the knowledge of his forced submission. Practically drooling. "Yes, oh yessss....". Her smirk maddening, eyes held, "say please my baby," softly, yet authoritative, commanding. His straining an attempt to maintain his manliness, his slipping control. Her smile widening as he thrashed beneath her. Repeating in a whisper his need to politely ask. Middle finger parting her soft lips, inserting it into her wetness, breathing deeply, long, raven hair falling from her shoulders and cascading down her back, a few teasing strands tickling the head of his cock. Her purrs feline, her movements graceful as the finger slipped from one set of lips to another. Sliding inside his mouth she pouted down at him, uttering the word 'please' which only intoned the question, the demand that remained in the air. And it fought its way out of his mouth, broken at first, then finding strength, heard clearly. Her smile wide for her boy as if the word were magical, opening a door. Her finger trailed his lips as he obeyed, returning to the well of her desire, she began to rock gently while straddling his belly, drawing her juices to the swelled nub until finally she came, head thrown back, mouth blissfully agape as she gave an orgasmic cry while he lay helpless, able only to watch what he was desperately wishing he was doing. The puddle of juices on his skin caused a disappointed, near whining groan and pronounced squirming. She moved her body up, her sweet, dripping mound hovering over his mouth as he pulled up best he could to reach her. "Baby, please..." finding the word demanded easier and easier to say each time. Her heart raced in the new experience of being in control, the thrill of the hunt, the capture, the usage of prey caught. "You want this, love? You want to really taste me?" "yes, yes, oh baby, yes..." her frown one a mother gives to a naughty child, a brow arched as she stared into his eyes. He knew full well her meaning, finally giving in to add an acquiescent 'please' to his desperate plea. She didn't lower right away, but lingered just enough to allow him to see, smell and torment him over what he desired, her punishment for a bad boy. In the back of her mind she knew, she knew she was going so far past even her own plans. Pushing him in directions she hadn't ever dreamed of herself. "Good boys get rewards," nearly laughing at her own audacity, but barely able to maintain her stern, erotic demeanor. His hot breath blasting her sweet places. When she firmly added a questioning 'Baby?', he finally blurted out another 'please', in a broken, willing voice. She purred her pleasure, finally allowing him a taste, he so eagerly did his job that she found herself once more paralyzed with intense heat as it washed over her, so strongly did she spasm. As the intensity ebbed, she barely noticed that he hadn't even let up. But let up he did as she pulled away, back down, using her tongue to lap up her sweet nectar on his lips. Erotic growls with each swipe of her tongue. Taking what was hers to take. She could see him swimming in feelings never felt before. One's she knew all too well when under his gentle, firm control. Moving down, she impaled herself on his hardness until he sank thickly within her silky depths, slowly rising, the descending, increasing the pace gradually. He was there for the ride and ride him she did. Pounding down upon the throbbing evidence of her control. Over and over again she was repeatedly filled to the brim, the spread inside so fulfilling that she nearly missed the signs. The signs of his impending explosion, his limited thrusting so harsh. Stopping so suddenly, so perfectly it could not have been planned. He cried out in his frustration, silk yanked in strength, in protest of his helplessness. Her content, controlling growl causing him to shudder intensely. He wanted so badly to touch her, to take her, bend her, use her harshly. Actually whimpering now in his need. A mere seed of apprehension in her mind thinking of payback inevitable. She tossed it aside and walked the road she had made toward its end. He pulled once more on his shackles. Leaning, she gripped his hair, kissed his lips thoroughly, eyes open, wide, looking into his filled with desperation and lust. Slowly she pulled off of him and brought her mouth to his stiffness and proceeded little by little to lick her juices off of his drenched cock, while their eyes communicated complete control and his utter frustration. "What the hell.... what-are-you-doing?" he gasped, unbelieving at the intensity of the excitement he felt. Could he die from this? He wanted to turn the tables, yet admitting to himself only that he wanted her to sunder his flesh, his spirit into satisfied shreds of.... of what? Raging inside at the confusion given, placed inside him by her. The unbidden thought arising, 'she felt this when I was flowing in control, using, loving, driving her mad'. With her lack of response and the new realization, his neck relaxed, head lolling as he gave into the onslaught inside. As he relaxed, he felt the give, the slip and hope, love and ideas rose like a geyser. Slowly once more she took him all the way into her moist, warm mouth, teasingly, tauntingly, so very delighted at his wiggling and moaning. Her eyes closed, still swimming in new feelings of mastery. She hadn't realized he had worked his hands free and, as she lifted herself up from her feasting, suddenly found herself flat on her back. Still stunned, she was flipped over to her belly before she even had a chance to react and absorb what had happened. The slip from control to controlled made her head dizzy. The first firm sting clearing her mind. Her fists grasped bed sheets as she tried desperately to pull herself up and away, only to be yanked back by large hands holding on to mature hips. Once pulled back, he raised his arm high and delivered an echoing smack to one cheek as she emitted a squeal in response. Trying to crawl, she pulled away again only to have him grasp her around the waist with his left arm, tilt her head toward the bed, ass lifted in perfect target range for his right hand to strike. And strike it did, over and over as she wiggled, gasped, squirmed and pleaded. The wiggling bottom a lovely sight in his eyes; it always was, the reddening even more so. "Give in, darling, or we'll do this the hard way," he growled playfully. 'Give in?' she thought. 'Humph!' She wasn't about to do that. Struggling harder, she managed to grab hold of the post diagonal to her and pull hard. Catching him off balance, they both toppled, giving her respite from his diatribe and spanks as she fell face first toward the edge of the bed. She nearly made it off but he managed to grab her before she did and drag her back by one leg, holding her down with one hand on the small of her back, the other raising, smacking pinkened cheeks, the sight of them dancing beautiful to him. "Oh! Oh! Nonononononononononoooo........", released unbidden, starting in protest, ending in a plea. She was fully aware that this was it, her plan gone as she kicked and beat the sheets. Again starting in protest, ending in the final descent toward sensations of a girl, a little girl caught in a misdeed. The naughty brought to justice. Memories reinforced of a stern but loving father holding her over knee to receive her just rewards. Her beautiful ass, now a fanny, trapped over her man's lap.........helpless. Her heart warmed without her permission. Her warm, heart hammered wildly as the seed of apprehension planted by herself earlier bloomed into fullness. Actually feeling fear, feeling vulnerable she fell, and fell and fell, from her lofty heights of ownership, down, down, down into the depths of space. Lost, yet held. The fire of her bottom a bright beacon drawing her into what she could not deny, avert or escape. One cheek, then another, until he had covered every bit of her bare fanny. He thought to tie her up but chose not to, instead moving behind her swiftly, pulling the now offered bottom up roughly by her hips and giving an especially hard smack to quell her struggles. "Don't make me tie you up!" he warned and her writhing diminished, but not completely. He pulled her cheeks apart slightly, a thumb only pressuring her small bottom hole and thought of a quick kiss but his smaller head overrode such musings and rammed into her sopping sex, over and over until they culminated in frenzied rapture, both moaning then falling to the bed, spooned. As he drifted off into never-never land, she contemplated the events, how wonderful yet incomplete and, finally, her next overtake. That time she would certainly need handcuffs. Best Laid Plans Courtney Kandel couldn't help but be excited about tonight. She would not only get to see Anthony all dressed up and looking amazing, but the dress she had bought for the wedding was smoking hot. She tingled in anticipation just thinking of Anthony's eyes following her around the reception. Courtney and Allison had been best friends their entire lives. They had gone all the way from grade school to high school together. They had even applied to the same colleges hoping to matriculate together. Together, they helped each other graduate from the same college and both found jobs near Sacramento together. They trusted each other and loved each other like sisters. This afternoon both Courtney and Allison were attending the wedding of a mutual friend with the reception following tonight. Courtney was single at the moment, but Allison was bringing her boyfriend, Anthony. Allison started dating Anthony about a year ago. From the first moment she met Anthony, Courtney had harbored an enormous crush on Anthony. He was not fat, but stocky, with just the right amount of meat on his chest. He was almost six feet tall with blonde hair. She knew right away that she was attracted to him, but it was simply attraction. It took her a while to admit that she actually had a crush on him. Of course, she would never do anything to hurt Allison, but she could secretly delight if the two of them ever separated. There was no harm in that, right? Allison Finley worked as an Associate Editor of a magazine based in Sacramento. Also at the magazine was Chad Tarven, the food critic. Allison was attracted to Chad, but had only been able to get to know him a little bit because he was often out doing critiques in town or elsewhere in the state. He was a somewhat abrasive, yet very charismatic man who was hardly ever in the office, so when the Christmas party rolled around and Chad confirmed he was going to be there, Allison became very excited. The Christmas party came and Chad brought with him his brother Anthony. Allison tried all night to gain Chad's attention, but only succeeded in attracting Anthony. After finally breaking down and conversing with Anthony, she realized that he was very charming. Actually, he was pretty attractive, too. They went on their first date a few weeks later and hit it off pretty well. Allison never forgot about Chad, though, and jumped on any excuse she could to invite her boyfriend's brother along with them when they went out. Birthdays, group events, sports outings, or anything that could remotely be considered not too "date-like." Allison was both surprised and heartbroken when Anthony got the invitation to Chad's wedding. She had no idea that Chad was even seeing anyone. She found that she was glad she was dating someone (even if it was Chad's brother) so that could try and forget her infatuation with a great deal of sex, which was always really great with Anthony. She was also glad that Chad had met Courtney because now her best friend would be with her at the wedding. Maybe her boyfriend and her best friend would keep her from crying too much. Courtney took her time getting dressed. She wanted to look amazing. She wanted to dance and strut and tease Anthony, but she couldn't do it outright. She wanted Anthony to want her, but she didn't want him to know she wanted him. She also didn't want anyone else to know of her quiet attraction. Of course, she would never do anything to hurt Allison, but the thought of Anthony masturbating and thinking of her got her very wet. She definitely thought of him when she was alone and touching herself. The plan was for Courtney to ride with Allison and Anthony to the wedding. Once Courtney was finally satisfied with her appearance, she got in her car and drove to Allison's house. Allison was very frustrated. Her hair wouldn't lay down the way she wanted it to. Her makeup was running and showing up more brightly on her face than it ever had in her life. She had picked out a beautiful and classy, yet very sexy dress, but she couldn't get the lint off of it and it was wrinkled. She skipped lunch, so she was hungry, and she was developing a very bad headache. Above everything else, Anthony was being a fucking asshole and not helping her at all. "Anthony, Jesus Christ!" Allison couldn't help but yell at him. If he would just help her, things would go so much more smoothly. "You've been ready for an hour and I look like shit! Will you please iron my fucking dress?" Anthony walked into the bedroom looking very exhausted. "Babe, you look beautiful. Why are you still messing with your hair?" He looked at the dress on the hanger on the door. "Your dress isn't wrinkled at all. I guess I could give it a once over with the lint roller, but it hardly needs that." "You guess? Jesus, just do it! I'm trying to prevent walking into the church looking like I just rolled out of bed. I really need your help. Will you please just fucking help me and stop bitching about everything?" Anthony put his hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, babe. I'll run the lint roller over your dress. Just try and calm down. You look so beautiful. You really have nothing to worry about." Allison put her hand on his. His hand was always such a comfort. It felt good. Allison actually managed to calm down a little. "Thanks, honey. Thanks for helping me out. I'll stop shouting at you. I just want to have some fun tonight." Anthony smiled at her and kissed her on the head. The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Anthony said as he left the room. Allison sighed in frustration at her messed up hair and the fact that she had to run the lint roller herself now. Courtney felt her panties moisten a little when Anthony opened the door. He looked better than she imagined he would in his black suit. His white dress shirt had the top two buttons unbuttoned. His neck looked so inviting. "Hi Anthony!" Courtney smiled at him. Anthony smiled back. "Hey there, Courtney." They hugged. "Come on in." She did and he closed the door behind her. "Allison is upstairs getting dressed. I think she's a little stressed. We don't really do anything fancy very often." "Oh, she's just being a girl. You should have seen me when I was getting ready." She wished he really was there before she had gotten dressed. "I'll go help her out. We'll be down soon, I'm sure." She smiled at him again and went to go find her friend. Allison smiled when Courtney walked into the room. Allison really loved her best friend and they were always happy when they were together. It also just so happened that Courtney could make anyone smile. She was so beautiful. She had soft black hair that was parted off center and fell just past her shoulders. Her skin was perfectly pale and smooth. Her breasts were larger than Allison's, as any man would tell you. She was wearing a black dress tonight with little straps that fell to just above her knees. Allison was not insecure with herself, but Courtney could make anyone jealous. "Hey slut," Allison said. That was their relationship. Friendly ribbing over a mountain of friendship. Courtney smiled back. "Hey bitch." "Will you help me out? Anthony is being so uncooperative. He won't do anything I ask him to. He just keeps telling me how beautiful I am and how I don't need to fix anything at all." "Poor baby!" Courtney's reply was sarcastic. "How awful for you to have a great guy who tells you how beautiful you are." "Yeah, well, I still need help." Allison smiled. "Will you please help me?" "Of course. What do you need?" Courtney walked into the Reception Hall by herself. Anthony was in the wedding party, so Allison had to sit near the front, which also meant that Courtney had been all by herself during the ceremony. It worked out well, though, because Courtney just stared at Anthony the whole damn time and daydreamed. It was a lengthy ceremony. Courtney almost had to go to the restroom a few times to relieve the tingling and moisture. Eventually, the bride and groom kissed and everyone was invited to the Reception next door. Searching for Allison, Courtney wandered for a few minutes before she saw her friend across the room and started making her way over. Allison looked beautiful, Courtney had to admit. Long and flowing strapless red dress with fantastic matching pumps. Perky and envious breasts. Beautifully tanned, silky smooth skin. Dirty blonde hair that fell straight to her shoulders. A smile that would melt anyone's heart. Courtney really was lucky to have such a beautiful woman as her best friend. Standing with Allison was Anthony. Immediately, the tingling and moisture returned. Courtney had another small daydream as she made her way across the room. Allison was still looking for Chad when Courtney came walking up. "Hi guys!" Courtney smiled really big. She hugged Allison and Anthony and then stood next to Allison. "What's going on?" Allison met her friend's smile with one of her own. "I'm looking for the bride and groom. I want to congratulate them while the night is young." She was scanning the crowd. The bride was here, but Chad was nowhere to be seen. "Wow, it is night, isn't it?" Courtney sounded amused. "That was a long ceremony." Where was he? Shouldn't he be at his own reception? Isn't this kind of rude? "You're telling me. I had to stand the whole time. At least you girls got to sit down!" Anthony and Courtney both laughed. Allison was getting frustrated. "Do you guys see them? They should be here." "There's the bride right there," Anthony pointed out. "I don't see Chad, though. Dumb bastard isn't showing up to his own reception." Allison sighed. "I know, right? How rude! He should be here!" Anthony looked at her. "Damn, babe. I was just joking. I'm sure he'll be here. Are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine." Allison looked at Courtney and Anthony, who were both looking at her. "I'm going to go congratulate the bride and then see if I can't find the groom. Maybe he's sick? Post wedding bugs or something." "I'm sure he's ok, Al," Courtney said. "Stay with us and have some fun." Allison tried to force a laugh. She wasn't sure if it was convincing or not. "I'll be right back, guys. Geez." "Alright, babe," Anthony seemed contented. "We'll be around." Allison kissed her boyfriend and walked off. Courtney watched her friend walk away. "I wonder if she's genuinely concerned for the groom's welfare or if she's just stressing still." "I don't know," Anthony looked concerned. "She's been really tense for the past couple of weeks. I'm beginning to wonder if she's not happy with me anymore." As much as Courtney would have loved to think that Allison might be breaking up with Anthony soon, the two friends spoke often and Courtney knew that Allison loved Anthony very much, as often from her directly saying it as the way she spoke of him. "I'm sure she's just stressed, Anthony." "I don't know. It's really depressing." Anthony seemed very upset at the thought of losing his girlfriend. "Come on, cheer up! I'm Allison's best friend. Don't you think I'd know if she were unhappy with you?" "Yeah, I guess so. That doesn't mean you'd say anything to me about it, though." "Well, while I AM sworn to secrecy with Allison's secrets, I don't think I could bear to see you get hurt, Anthony." Wow. That might have been going a little too far. Better back it up. "You're a nice guy and nice guys do NOT deserve to be hurt." Anthony smiled a little at that, but still looked a little distant. "Seriously, it's your brother's wedding! Have some fun!" Anthony looked at her and smiled a little bit more. Her knees buckled. She might have to go to the restroom, anyway. "Thanks, Courtney. You're a good friend. I'll try to loosen up a little. I'll be back, ok?" Courtney was crestfallen. Back? She didn't want him to leave. "Oh. Yeah ok." "See you later." Anthony walked off. Allison walked right out of the room without saying anything to anyone. Where was Chad? She hated that he was getting married, but the son of a bitch could at least stick around to celebrate like a normal person. The Reception Hall behind her, Allison made her way to the chapel. The lights were still on, but no one was in there. Where could he have gone? From the other side of the room came a faint cough. Allison went towards it. Chad was backstage behind some partitions. He had short red hair, freckles, and a muscular frame. He was sitting by himself and smoking a joint. "What are you doing back here?" Allison probably shouldn't have been so annoyed, but she couldn't imagine why he was back here doing this when he should have been in there doing that. Chad pulled her down beside him. "Be quiet! Did anyone else see you come in here?" "No. I came looking for you alone." Allison was starting to calm down a bit. "Why the hell are you in here smoking weed when your reception is next door with everyone you know?" Chad laughed. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Allison just looked at him. "Look, I know I should be happy to be getting married, but it's kind of a difficult situation. I just wanted to relieve some tension before going in there. Is that so bad?" Difficult situation? Allison suddenly forgot all about the reception and wanted him to talk a lot more. "No. I guess not, but what will people think?" "It really doesn't matter what people think." "You amaze me." "Really?" He looked at her and smiled a sly smile. "Why is that?" "You're just you. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. You are who you are and that's that." "Why is that amazing?" He turned toward her. "No one else is like that in the whole world! It's amazing! You're amazing! And unique! And gorgeous!" She stopped. She knew she had gone too far. She knew her face must be bright red. Chad was staring at her. She got up to leave. Before she could move hardly at all, Chad's face was pressed against hers, kissing her. Before she could process what was going on, his tongue had found its way into her mouth. Before she knew what she was doing, her tongue had found its way into his mouth. After she stopped caring, she liked it. She pulled him back onto her. He fell easily between her legs. Her hands were holding his head while their tongues danced ferociously. His hands were pushing her skirt up to her waist. She kept one hand on his head, but used the other one to undo his belt and pants button, then unzipped his pants. With one hand, he massaged her breast and with the other one he grabbed her panties and ripped them off. She pushed him pants and boxers down and then grabbed his cock. It felt amazing. Somewhere in her head, Allison knew that what she was doing was wrong. She knew that she had Anthony and she knew that she was in a church and she knew that Chad was married. This was all in the back of her head. It tried to work its way up, but knowing that Chad was married only seemed to turn her on more. Knowing that Anthony would probably have his fingers inside of her later after Chad had his in her now only turned her on more. Knowing that more often than anyone else, a Reverend would stand not ten feet from where she was laying on the stairs of a stage under some married man while her boyfriend was in the next room nearly made her orgasm. Maybe it was whatever Chad was doing with his fingers. Allison couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed both of his hands and put them on her ass, and then she grabbed his cock and put it right on her opening. "Chad. I want you." "Then take me," he said. "Let's relieve some stress." With that, she pulled him into her and the she screamed with pleasure. No one was around to hear. Courtney had found the bar after Anthony left. He had never come back and she was utterly disappointed. She lost count of how many shots she had after six or so. It's not that she can't count past six. It's more that, in between her shots she was downing a fair amount of white wine. She was sitting at some table and using her half-empty glass to hold her head off the table when Allison came up to her. "Hey slut," Allison said as she sat down. "Looks like you've had a few drinks." Courtney spoke but didn't use any real words. "Ok, I think you've had enough. How about I find you some water, hm?" Allison handed her a basket of bread rolls. "Here, eat this until I can find you some water. Where's Anthony?" Courtney leaned back and grabbed a bread roll. She stuck it in her mouth and looked at Allison. Allison laughed. "Ok, no more questions for you. I'll be right back with some water." Allison knew she should feel bad about what happened, but she didn't. No one would ever know, first off. Second, it would never happen again. Allison was just heartbroken over his Chad's new marriage and Chad was just stressed about being married. That situation would never come up again. Allison would just be with Anthony and that was that. Actually, she was pretty lucky. Anthony was a pretty wonderful guy. Allison alternated bringing water to the very drunk Courtney and making laps to try and find Anthony. Eventually, she spotted him coming out of the restroom and went over to him. His face was all red like he had been crying. Anthony saw her when she walked up and smiled a little, but still looked on the edge of tears. "Hey babe. How's your night?" Anthony was trying to sound pleasant, but failing pretty miserably. His question also made her think of the unforgettable sex in the chapel, which made her a little horny again. "It's going ok. I finally found your brother. He's with his new wife now. Are you ok? What's wrong, sweetie?" "I'm fine. Especially now that you're here. I love you very much." His smile was starting to seem genuine. Allison laughed. "I love you, too, honey. You know that." Anthony finally smiled for real. "Listen, sweetie, Courtney's really drunk. You look like you've been through hell, too. Why don't we go ahead and leave?" "Courtney's drunk?" "Yeah. I guess she'll stay in the guest room. I was hoping to be loud tonight, but she's so drunk, I doubt she'll notice." Anthony definitely smiled that time. Her head spinning, Courtney lay in bed and listened to Allison and Anthony have very loud sex probably twenty feet away in the next room. They had been together for a long time now and they probably had sex a lot, but Courtney never actually heard it. Good thing, too. This was making her sicker at her stomach than the alcohol. Frustrated, drunk, wide awake, and with very wet panties, Courtney got up and went downstairs. She wasn't wearing her dress anymore. She had found one of Allison's night shirts and so it was just that and panties. It was dark in the house, so when the lights in the refrigerator came on she had to blink a few times. Not that there was anything to see. Apparently Allison needed to go grocery shopping. Courtney grabbed a bottle of water and went to sit on the couch and play a game on her phone. Allison came for the fifth time tonight. This was only the first with Anthony, but that was ok. The sex was still amazing. Not quite as amazing as her little time on the stairs, but still amazing. Enough to keep her satisfied for the rest of her life. Anthony rolled over and tried to catch his breath. Allison rolled over and breathed contentedly. She fell asleep feeling very good about things. For the first time since she had been with Anthony, she was happy to fall asleep next to him and no one else. She had finally gotten over her infatuation. Allison slept great that night. "Oh. I'm sorry," Anthony said when he got downstairs. "I didn't know you were awake." Courtney was still on the couch. She had seen him come downstairs in his underwear. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see him clearly. She liked what she saw. Best Laid Plans Emma and I had been together for six years before we married those years had been full of fun, happy and enjoyable. We had married at the start of the seventh as the next natural step, but from there things had deteriorated for reasons I could not put my finger on and Emma wasn't saying. We had both brought our various friends into our circle and made some new ones along the way and none of them could explain the rather sudden cooling of our relationship. I for one was happily married but Emma was not and despite the obvious reason for the chasm namely another man or woman for either of us, this was not the case and all in all it was very frustrating. It was during this period that the first of series of unusual events began to build into what would ultimately lead to the end my marriage to Emma. I arrived home from work one Tuesday evening to find Emma already home and preparing dinner, while we were chatting she told me that one of our friends Ffion had rang her during the day and asked for a favour, a loan of £800 which she would payback in a few weeks, she had got into a bit of financial strife and just needed a bit of a helping hand. Ffion had always been as steady as rock so loaning her the money wasn't an issue, Emma rang her told her we would and that we would have it for her the next day, job done. A week or so passed by and I had taken a few days off to complete an assignment for the masters degree I was studying for and as it was a lovely warm late spring day I had set up the laptop on the dining table and opened the French doors in the kitchen diner and settled in for the day in peace with only the gentle rustling of the trees in the breeze as a soundtrack. The morning had flown by and engrossed in my work as I was the time didn't register until a knock at the door interrupted my flow, after walking up to and opening the door I was surprised to see Ffion standing there Oh hello Ffi I didn't expect to see you at this time of day I said somewhat surprised Come in As I stepped aside Ffion stepped in smiling and in a relaxed manor I have the day off today as I'm working Saturday and Emma told me you were off so I thought I'd pop by to say thank you for the loan she said as I closed the door. Turning I motioned for her to go through to where I was working and followed her into the kitchen, It seems like an opportune moment for a break anyway, can I get you a coffee or something? Tea would be nice thanks came the reply as she pulled out a chair and sat down crossing her legs as her last movement. Ffion is best described as very attractive, twenty seven years old standing about 5'7" with a slim build and curves that fit her build, her sharp dark bob frames a pretty face decorated by a petite nose thin lips and large very dark brown eyes, her skin is completely unblemished and porcelain-smooth, which completely negates a requirement for make up. On this particular day Ffi was dressed in a casual red and white floral patterned halter neck dress which reached mid thigh and matching red sandal like wedges. Finishing making the drinks I turned and walked back to my seat handing Ffi her tea as I sat down You look busy and stressed she said before taking a sip from the mug Busy yes, but stressed not really, well not today I replied How much have you got left to do on the assignment? Not a great deal now, I managed to get a lot done this morning and broken the back of it as they say Well perhaps you deserve a little time out Ffi replied placing her tea on the table with her left hand and beginning to stand up, she continued Maybe I can thank you and help you have a time out at the same time? Ok, what do you have in mind Ffi? Now standing Ffion began to hitch up her dress to her waist, revealing tiny white micro thong, immediately she slipped her hands inside the elastic at the sides and slide it down over her thighs, then knees and ankles and then off before discarding them on the floor. Taking the half step towards me she straddled my knees with her legs and once again pulled up her dress showing me her pussy, bare and smooth except for a wispy dark Brazilian dead centre of her mound, I was speechless Now I know I am grateful and you are so generous so why don't you see how much of you, you get in me and I will gratefully accept whatever you can pump into me Ffi this is crazy, we can't be doing this where on earth Yes we can and besides it's a perfect way to show you my appreciation, you know you want me, what harm will it do? Ffi, I am not cheating on Emma with you.......or anyone else, now move please Ffion's face showed a mock pout as she pulled away, a coy look that said I'm not finished tempting you yet, immediately she was clear of my legs I sprang upwards I think you should leave I stammered with the shock of what had just happened but Ffion just smiled, she bent down and picked up the thong and then turned towards the table, leaning against it she again hitched up the dress, this time she bent forwards over the table giving me a clear view of her bare arse before opening he legs to show me her open slot. With her head turned over her shoulder and a demure smile she whispered Are you sure you don't want to fuck me over the table? Just grab my hips and shove it in me, I'm nice and tight No Ffi Fuck my arse then? NO Come on, give me the good hard fucking you think I deserve, you won't regret it, only once in a lifetime will you get a fuck like me! For the last time Ffi, no, now get dressed and get out! I yelled pointing the way After what seemed like an eternity Ffion moved from the table and walked towards me, standing face to face with me Ffion looked me in the eye, smiled and Your loss dripped from her lips before turning and walking to the front door and out closing it behind her. I could not believe what had just happened, the only thing that made it real was the massive erection I had During the next couple of hours I went over and over the events of that ten minutes, nothing seemed to fit, in the years I had known Ffion she had never ever spoken or acted the way she had that afternoon, it was so out of character it was almost as if she were acting a part. It was totally and utterly bizarre, what was certain was that I wasn't going to find an answer and I also had another problem, what do I say to Emma, if anything, so I decided the best course of action was to keep quiet and that is exactly what I did. Neither Emma or I heard from or so anything of Ffion in the following weeks, I did notice however that Emma was becoming more guarded with her phone which was unusual, not that I would sit and go through it or anything but her odd behaviour had piqued my curiosity. Then while at work one Thursday the characteristic bleep of an incoming message on my blackberry caught my attention, picking it up I opened the message from an unregistered number, no text just a picture, a close up picture of someone's very wet wide open pussy, the dark edged lips glistening with moisture. It wasn't Emma's I knew her pussy well. Could it be Ffion? If so where was the Brazilian? Did whoever send it expect a reply? Was it a mistake, a wrong number? I didn't think so, how often do we dial numbers these days on mobiles? The best course of action was to delete the whole thing and that is what I did! I also decided that once again no mention of the message would be made to Emma, the tension between us was still in the air and this could just light the blue touch paper in the same way that Ffion's behaviour would have and despite the situation that was somewhere I didn't really want to go. With Emma and myself doing different things over the weekend except some chores things were quiet, then while at work on Monday I picked up an email on my blackberry, upon opening it I was surprised to see the following message Hello Mike welcome to your months subscription for Xhamster Please click the link below to validate your account Remember we won't appear on your bill What the hell is this? I hadn't opened an account with anyone let alone paid for a service, and more to the point what the hell is Xhamster? Then another mail arrived with confirmation of my password! The only sensible option was to leave the message and check it out when I got home that evening. Finishing a little early I got home and powered up the laptop, opening up my hotmail account I found the mail and clicked the link, a prompt appeared for my password, which I entered and was whisked off into an adult porn site, thousands of movies and pictures with thumbnails leading to more graphic content. Once again I was completely stunned, who is behind all of this nonsense and why are they targeting me? Just more questions and up until now not answer in sight. With Emma due home I logged out of the site, deleted the email and cleared the days browsing history before shutting down the pc and once again resolved to say nothing. That Friday Emma had a long standing girly day out in her diary, a group of twenty or so friends including Ffion were off out for the day on a hen day and I had promised to pick Emma up when they returned, so when she did call me at around eleven pm to pick her up it was clear she was the worse for wear. Arriving home she basically stripped off on her way to the bedroom before falling into bed in a drunken sleep. It was then that I noticed her phone sticking out of the top of her bag, picking it up I found it unlocked and my curiosity got the better of me. Scrolling through the messages I found the usual raft of banal daily messages, until that was I came across a conversation thread between her and Ffion. After reading for a good half an hour the events of the previous weeks fell into place. From the messages it was clear that Emma no longer loved me, she regretted marrying me and wanted out, however there was a problem, I had done nothing since we were married which would even be remotely grounds for divorce and to make this happen something had to change. Emma had asked Ffion to help her gain a reason to leave and the plan they had hatched so far had run to four parts. Ffion had taken a lot of persuading to take part in the plan and I could see why. First up she was to ask for a loan of £800 from us, then she was to try and seduce me into sleeping with her and thus committing adultery and when Ffion slipped up "in conversation" that we had slept together, bingo! Emma was so convinced that I would have taken Ffi up on her offer that she had promised Ffion ten percent of the divorce settlement for her help as a deal clincher! When that failed Emma had bought a cheap phone given it to Ffion who then sent me the picture, the idea here was that Emma would find the picture on my phone and accuse me of an affair, again grounds for divorce even if unfounded, I assumed that Emma had indeed been through my phone and found nothing and so in desperation she had gotten Ffion to sign me up to a porn site and the plan was for Emma to come home early and find me on the pc and then accuse me of being some sort of pervert and divorce me on those grounds, she hadn't counted on me finishing early as well. I didn't know whether to be angry, shocked, disgusted or surprised but in truth I was all of them, I could however still think straight, I slipped out of the bedroom went downstairs powered up the pc and backed up Emma's phone and all the messages before returning it to her bag. As I slipped into bed I hatched a plan of my own. On Monday morning I slipped into the office early, with the back up files transferred to a memory stick I printed out the messages, one per sheet of A4 and slipped them into my bag, then I text Ffion around ten asking if she could meet me lunch time because I needed a favour, she accepted and the stage was set. Ffion arrived in the town square bang on time, I had grabbed a takeaway coffee and a tea which I handed her as she sat down on the bench next to me Hello Ffi, thanks for this I really appreciate you coming No problem Mike what can I do for you Well it's like this, I know about the plan Emma and you hatched What had just been said shook Ffion to the core, her face a mix of shock and shame, her head bowed she stared at the top of the takeaway cup she was holding So here's what's going to happen, you are going to have to make up what you have done, do you understand? Ffion nodded her head still bowed I see it two ways, if Emma wants her divorce she can have it...........in two years plus whatever it will take to agree a financial settlement and you will have to wait all that time for your ten percent. But if you agree to my proposal I will issue divorce proceedings next Monday to Emma on my terms. What do you want from me Mike? £800 would get me a high class whore for eight hours around here, so on Friday you are willingly going to be my whore from noon until 8pm, then you will be debt free What? No! That's blackmail! You will come to mine dressed in one of your sexiest oufits and bring a second, you will be mine to do what I want with for that time, if not a copy of the plan you and Emma dreamt up goes to your boyfriend by email while he is away on duty You wouldn't dare Ffion exclaimed Try me What about Emma, what happens to her? That's not your concern, well? With her head bowed and tears beginning to well Ffion nodded Ok Ffi you were prepared to fuck me for Emma's benefit a few weeks back, the only thing that's changed is that I'm going to fuck you for my benefit. Oh if you don't turn up I send the file, if you cancel I'll send the file basically if you don't go through with this or tell Emma what's happening, I'll send the file. Don't be late Mike just one thing, please, no pain or anything weird, please? Ffion I would never inflict pain on you or anyone else, see you Friday With that I stood and walked away leaving Ffion on the bench with her thoughts and her tea and made no attempt to look back as I walked. At three pm that same Monday I walked into my solicitors office, outlined my grounds for issuing divorce proceedings, laying out terms of a settlement for Emma and a copy of the message files. When I left it was on the understanding that on Friday at around 14:00 I would telephone and give him the OK to send the papers. Now with a bit of time on my hands I headed home and perfected my poker face for the next three days of wearing until Emma went to work on Friday morning. Strangely even the briefest thought of what would happen on Friday, gave me a hard on. The rest of the week seemed to drag, time could not go fast enough, I had booked the Friday off and given the completion of my assignment as the reason for it to Emma. After she left for work around seven thirty I lay in bed and watched an hour of TV before getting showered and shaved. After breakfast I delved into the drawer that held some toys that Emma and I have experimented once or twice, washed them and placed them back ready for use later. During this time I allowed myself a little daydream about what Ffion might turn up wearing but never once did I doubt that she would. Finally with about fifteen minutes to go before noon I sat down and waited. At two minutes to twelve I watched Ffion's red Ford round the corner, pass the front of the house and turn into the parking area at the side of the house. Barely a minute later there was a knock at the door. Ffion stood in the doorway with an uneasy smile but accepted my invitation to enter, she was wearing a figure hugging just above mid thigh length brown dress, snap fasteners ran all up and down the front. From the top each fastener was open to just underneath her breasts, creating a deep "V" down the front, her firm breasts were only being held in place by the tight material of the dress. From the bottom three fasteners were open creating a high split which exposed almost all of her bare thighs as she walked, around her waist a gold clip belt gathered in the dress making it fit even tighter, the coffee and cream coloured high heels she wore gave her smooth legs definition and shape and despite her uneasiness she walked with an air of confidence. All in all the whole package added up to something very very sexy. Closing the door I asked Well that is some outfit what made you pick this look? You said wear something sexy and I like this dress, it makes me feel sexy when I wear it Oh I see, why? Because I like the way men look at me when I have it on, it turns me on to see the look in their eyes Quite the little flirt aren't we on the side? Well let's see how flirty you can be shall we? I motioned for Ffion to go into the lounge where the voiles were drawn preventing anyone seeing in, I sat down on the sofa and flicked on the TV, already tuned to a music channel I turned to Ffion Ok Ffi you like men looking at you, so I'm going to watch you now, dance for me Ffion looked at me as if not understanding what I had said You said you were going to fuck me! I have you for eight hours and for £800 I said that for that time I could do with you what I liked, and I would like you to dance Slowly Ffion put down her bag on the sofa and moved to the centre of the floor, awkwardly she began to sway while trying not to look at me, but each time she did allow herself a glance I looked straight back into her eyes. Ffion was barely dancing a minute when the song ended, I stood and walked towards her and whispered into her ear You look stunning, very sexy, you said you like the way men look at you, what do you see in the way that I look at you? Dance again Groove Armada's smooth Hands of time oozed from the TV and Ffion began to move again, this time her movements were far more relaxed, the gentle swaying of her hips began to take on a far more sultry motion and almost involuntarily her hands began to run the length of her body feeling as they went. Suddenly her inhibitions lifting Ffion began to twist and bend like a lap dancer in front of me and when our eyes met this time I knew she could see lust in mine and more importantly I could see it in hers. When the song finished Ffion remained standing, immediately the next song started she began to dance again, and a few seconds in with her back to me she unclipped her belt and let it fall to the floor, when she turned our eyes met as she went to unfasten her dress while keeping my gaze I mouthed No with gentle shake of my head, she got the message moved towards me bending forward giving me a close up of her cleavage, I was rock hard by now and couldn't hide the size of my hard on and as she moved backwards Ffion could clearly see the effect her dancing had on me, turning around she sat backwards and rubbed her arse over my hard on, I reached forward and ran my hands up the outside of her firm thighs, the lightness of my touch making her shiver and lifting the dress slightly, again she turned this time her hand went straight to the waistband of my jeans and with no effort they were open, Ffion leaned backwards taking my hands she pulled me to my feet and with one movement slid my jeans and boxers to my ankles. As she lowered herself into a squat to get the jeans all the way down I heard a pop as a lower fastener gave way on the dress exposing more of her gorgeous legs, gyrating her way back up she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me full on, her tongue darting into my mouth, and then breaking her kiss she pushed me back onto the sofa and as I watched first she straddled my legs and then ever so slowly she knelt over me. Taking hold of hips I positioned her over my member, she moved slightly as if to get comfortable and then with her right hand guided the tip of my cock to her slot and slowly lowered herself down. Best Laid Plans Ffion's pussy was incredibly tight, but still all of my seven inches went all the way in, peeling back my foreskin in one slick movement as it went, as my cock filled her up Ffion gasped and a little pleasure moan escaped her. As she took a moment to get used to me being inside her it occurred to me how wet she was, and how easily I had gotten inside such a tight space. Holding her hips I raised her upwards until the head of my cock almost came out before we both moved in opposite directions once more filling her to the hilt, when my cock struck home this time a loud Ahhh came from Ffion, she raised herself up and gain drove downwards this time I could feel a warm blanket of moisture surrounding my embedded cock, I wondered had she come but I didn't seem so and with my hands free of guiding her hips I reached up to the lapels of the dress and pulled it apart in opposite directions, all of the fasters gave way easily exposing her full frontal nakedness, Ffion had turned up both bra & panty less. Instantly I was filled with a visual feast, Ffion's tits were magnificent firm globes around 34/36C small dark aureoles held in place a pair of long dark tipped nipples, which stood to attention. Beneath, her stomach was flat and firm leading to her firm abdomen and at it's base a bare flawless pussy which with the splay of her legs revealed dark edged clit with matching lips that seemed to be gripping my staff. Ffion's bouncing motion continued as I ran my hands from her waist to her tit's, taking one in each hand I began to run my thumbs over her bullet like nipples, her reaction was instant in throwing her head back and arching her back, now a series of Ahhs and soft Ohhs were coming from Ffion as we continued, leaning forward I released my grip on her left breast and sucked her rock hard nipple into my mouth, she had a sweet taste to her skin as my tongue flicked at her nipple, I began to roll her other nipple gently between my finger and thumb and Ffion's breathing quickened then Aaahaaaa commmmiiiiinnngg, ahhh yesssssss oohhh fffffuuuucccckkkk was Ffion's cry Then it was there, her orgasm a violent combination of shaking and spasms wracked her body while her pussy gripped my cock and despite the deluge of juice it released refused to let me go, I could feel my end burning, Ffion continued to writhe on me and I could tell I was close to spending, but she had regained enough control to demand breathlessly Come inside me you bastard, fill me up Those words along with her continuing motion tipped me over the edge and my cock began to pump a wad of cum high into Ffion's lithe body, feeling the twitching in her tight pussy That's it my darling spray every drop onto my pussy walls, I want all of it uttered Ffi as she continued her fucking motion until she felt my pinnacle recede. We remained in the same position for several minutes while we both regained some composure, Ffion had buried her head into my shoulder and I had held her close, as she began to extricate herself from me I asked My darling? I got carried away she replied sharply slipping off my softening rod, kneeling above me still, a sloppy mix of cum and pussy juice oozed from her gorgeous quim and dripped onto my groin, shifting her position she slid down between my knees until she was kneeling on the floor. Then taking my flaccid member in her right hand she began to lick me clean of our mess. Her mouth working to suck up and lick our juices off my sensitive sack and balls, with my cock already clean she was gently wanking it back to life. Then she stopped what she was doing and stood up, turning away she began to re-fasten her dress And anyway, if the rest of the time is like this Mike, it may not be so bad fucking you. Ffion's reaction surprised me, I had expected anger and derision, after all she was being blackmailed to have sex but she had at least in part enjoyed the opening salvo of the afternoon, but it was early days and as perched herself on the other sofa I stood up and pulled up my jeans and boxers Can I get you anything Ffi No thank you she replied shaking her head What are you going to do with me next Mike? First things first I am having a drink and then I think I have something you might enjoy in mind I'm not a whore and you promised nothing weird I never said you were a whore, and I am not going to treat you like one, I see no reason for you not to have some pleasure out of this arrangement Ffi I see replied Ffion standing and following me to the kitchen I poured myself a coke and asked Ffi again but she refused, finishing mine I placed the glass in the sink and Ffion was just standing there having redressed herself she was now back to the way she had arrived and still looking hot Right Ffi it's your turn to have some input into this she looked at me curiously There are eight rooms in the house and I want you to pick one Why? Because I'm asking you to Ok, here she said with her arms outstretched Great cos you are going to a photo shoot for me, it should appeal to your voyeur side You want me to pose for photo's for you? You catch on quick Is this why I brought another outfit? Nope, you can begin in what you have on and I will snap you from every angle as you strip Strip!!! You want me to do a glamour shoot That's it exactly what I want I left the kitchen and returned less than a minute later with the camera ready to go Ffion looked a little shocked but nevertheless she asked where we to begin. I suggested she pull out a dining chair and sit on it her legs crossed as she had done a few weeks back in doing so her the split in her dress allowed a clear view of her legs, Click, Place your hands on your top knee and look at me,Click. I moved to forty-five degrees Take you hands away and lean back Automatically her breasts pushed out and her legs extended a little, Click. As the photo shoot progressed Ffion relaxed far more and began to play for the camera, she opened one more fastener on the top half of her dress and leaned forward slightly, I snapped a photo that showed inside her dress, her left breast clearly visible, then another fastener opened exposing her magnificent tits to the camera fully, Click. I got close up of both her breasts front on and side on, her nipples now standing to attention. The shoot progressed quickly opening the lower fasteners on the dress exposed her sex, I knelt in front of her taking a full on shot, angled the camera so I got her thighs and pussy from the top, legs opened slightly, then one of the money shots. While sitting up she spread her legs with her hands on her knees. It's a pose that has been done a million times, but not in my house. Click. Her dark edged clit and lips being caught on camera for the first time. Spreading her knees wider I placed the camera on the front edge of the seat, adjusted the focus to take account for the closeness and got a shot of her pussy up close and personal, even capturing the moisture that was present. Next Ffion slid forward on the seat until she was almost lying with her head on the cushion. Open the dress fully Ffi I demanded, and she complied instantly, climbing up on the table I snapped Ffion from above, her head at the base of the photo and with her looking directly into the camera, what a picture. I had been snapping away for almost an hour and Ffion had not uttered a word of complaint, quite the opposite, form the smile I captured in some of the pictures she was enjoying herself. I helped Ffion to her feet from the chair and even though I had taken pictures of her intimate region she wasn't naked, the dress still clung loosely to her shoulders Shall we lose the dress now Ffi? Yeah why not, I it won't make much difference anyway Before it goes completely, hitch it up over your waist and bend over table the way you did a few weeks back Ffion looked confused for a second but then the memory kicked in, she bent over the table gathered the dress up to the small of her back and looked at me over her shoulder, Click. Bring you legs together, Click I was getting really sexy pic's of her arse, beneath her quim was sandwiched between her thighs and her firm legs had their curves accentuated by the heels she still wore. Again I zoomed in a got some close-ups before snapping her full length from sideways on. Finally the dress went but the heels stayed Ffi posed against the wall in various positions, in some cases using her hands to cover her breasts and pussy, I took one photo pointing upwards from her feet so the camera captured her pussy, breasts and face all in a line and as I got close to her I could have sworn I could smell the sweet perfume of her pussy. I had a final few shot's in my head but I didn't say anything to Ffion. Ok Ffi bend over the table again Ffi did as she was told with not so much as a question, once she was comfortable I asked her to pull apart her arse cheeks, I could see her face flush with embarrassment as she did as she was told, bringing the camera as close as I could I snapped her dark starfish. From her position it was impossible for Ffion to see what exactly it was I was doing so with my left hand I opened my jeans and freed my pounding hard-on from my boxers. Transferring the camera to my left hand I traced my right index finger up the inside of Ffion's left leg from knee to her pussy Ffion's reaction was to let out a gasp, I ran my index finger the length of her slot which was sopping wet, my touch making her rise to tip toes as if electrified. With my finger now wet with her juices I worked it into her arse all the way to my bottom knuckle, a loud gasp from Ffion and her head dropped downwards with a sharp release of breath. I now had Ffion set up where I wanted her I pointed the camera once again at her rear and with my finger deep inside her arse, pressed the button. Click Reaching across I placed the camera on the chair by using the strap while gently working my finger in Ffion's arse. Ffion was moaning breathlessly at this point and had no idea what was coming next. Adjusting myself to line up I easily found the entrance to Ffion's love tunnel with my cock and in one smooth motion slid all my seven inches into her from behind, the angle of my penetration meant that my end crashed into her cervix causing Ffion to let out a loud AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Slowly I withdrew my finger from her ring which having been stretched slightly didn't close up fully, my hand free I grabbed hold of Ffion's hips and began to withdraw from her still amazingly tight quim Remind me what you said a few weeks back Ffi I said as my withdrawing movement ceased Do you want to fuck me over table? I slid back into Ffion to the hilt again causing her to cry out No Ffi what did you say after I turned you down making sure I had a firm grip on her Give.....me uh, the fucking you think I, uh.....deserve I withdrew until the head of my cock almost popped out of Ffion's tight pussy and then pulling her backwards as I drove the other way I slammed back into her And since you do deserve a good fucking, the time as come It felt great driving into Ffion, her moans, gasps the feel of her vice like sex gripping me not wanting to let go, it only took a few long strokes before Ffion came the first time, no words accompanied her orgasm this time just a release of lady cum, her second came soon after as I continued to pound into her, she altered her stance by raising herself up by her arms but her arse was still high in the air and she filled the air with gasps and cries as she received what could only be described as the indecent stuffing of her life so far. Ffion's breathing changed as I continued to fuck her, she began to speak Ah.. god gonna ah......please I was close to filling her body with another batch of seed, her cries adding to my arousal, I knew we would peak together in the next few strokes, more cries and then ooohhh can't stop.......ah .......gonnna.....ahhhhh coming......oooohhh.....nnnooooo peeeeeiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg Ffion exploded. Her orgasm so violent and shattering that she lost all control and with me pumping my seed into her pussy an unstoppable river of pee and juice spilled out, covering my legs and balls, running down hers and into her shoes and forming a puddle on the tiles beneath us. Both Ffion and I were exhausted I wrapped both hands around her waist and lent forward onto her back. Still inside her I found myself kissing her neck and shoulder and her reciprocating by wrapping her arm around me neck and kissing me back. Ffion and I took an age to recover our senses and it wasn't until we did that her sense of shame and embarrassment kicked in I'm so sorry she mumbled as I extricated my cock from her for the second time that day I...ummm I well Has this happened before then Ffi? Yes twice came the reply as she stepped away from the table taking care not to step into the puddle her face was puce as she turned head down hoping I wasn't looking at her Why don't you go and get cleaned up and I'll sort this out I said as she stood in the kitchen There are clean towels in the bathroom if you want to shower, and before you ask I will respect your privacy Ffion nodded and headed for the upstairs bathroom as I pulled up my wet boxers and jeans and set about cleaning up the kitchen floor, the shower running in the bathroom above. I took a little time to clean up as the floor had to mop and disinfect the floor as well, but leaving it to dry I picked up the phone rang the solicitor and confirmed that the divorce papers were to be served on Emma at work at six thirty, part 2 of the plan in place. I went upstairs a few minutes after I heard the shower stop and found Ffion sitting on the edge of my bed wrapped in my bathrobe How you doing, everything ok? Ffion nodded in the affirmative before she spoke I am so ashamed about what happened downstairs Mike, I can't say how sorry I am Ffi it's fine don't worry, there's no harm done. I'm more interested as to why it happens Don't mock me! I'm not, I'm just curious I replied sitting next to her on the bed It happens sometimes when I go multiple, ok? Ok Ffi I said wrapping an arm around her and giving her a hug I'm going in the shower but I thought you might like to know I have issued the divorce papers Honestly? Yes, if nothing else I am a man of my word, all Emma has to do is sign And will she? If she doesn't what else are you going to demand of me? Nothing. Eight hours for £800 quid and I know Emma will sign, cos by seven she'll be here What? Emma is coming here? She'll go berserk. Precisely I took me less than five minutes to have a shower grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I found Ffion in the spare room finishing drying her hair, checking she was ok she nodded and asked Should I put the other outfit on now? I checked the time and found it was just coming up to five-forty five, it was a bit early for her to put on whatever else she had brought No not yet but you can give me a hand Ffion looked puzzled as she followed me into the study, retrieving the A4 prints from my work-bag I handed them to Ffion before locating some Blu-Tak to put them up. It took Ffion a minute or two to recognise what the prints were before she asked Mike where did you get these? From Emma's phone came the reply once more making her blush Put one on the kitchen door so she sees it when she comes in, the others we'll put all the way up the stairs It made no difference what order the prints were in, it was the effect that I wanted and within half an hour the path to my bedroom was decorated, when we were done I turned to Ffion and told her that once this last task was done, her debt was paid no matter what the time was news of which was greeted by a muted smile and a nod, finally I asked Ffion to put on the second outfit she had brought. Leaving the room I went back downstairs Ffion followed picking up her bag from the lounge and heading back upstairs. Within a few minutes Ffion called out Do you want me to come down Mike? I'm ready No I'll come up I answered in excited anticipation, I had no idea what Ffion may have picked to wear, but I knew she would look good. Climbing the stairs I found Ffion perched on the end of the bed Well? she said as she stood Ffion had put on a black see through halter dress so tight that it might have been painted on, every millimetre of fabric clung to her curves, it's length so short that it barely covered her arse. The top of the dress fabric could not hide the fact that her nipples were rock hard and showing clearly through the dress. From now on it really didn't matter what Ffion and I were doing when Emma walked in, and she would walk in because having been served divorce papers in work she would be only too ready to confront me and if when she arrived she found me fucking Ffion so be it, at any rate the A4 messages would lead her to the bedroom and my plan would have it's final dénouement. Approaching Ffion I took her by the waist and began to run my hands upwards until they were parallel to her breasts, then with my thumbs I began to brush them over her erect nipples. Moving forward I began to manoeuvre Ffion up against the wall and leaning in I kissed her before pressing my right thigh in between her legs. Ffion immediately kissed me back, wrapping her arms about my neck I could feel her press her quim against my leg. Breaking our kiss I moved downwards to her neck and shoulder before working my way down to her left nipple, which I nibbled and sucked on through the flimsy material of her dress. Pausing only for the briefest of moments I kissed my way down her front until level with the hem of her dress. Now kneeling I began to kiss the bare flesh at the top of her thighs while Ffion ran her hands through my hair, I heard her gasp as my lips brushed her thigh for the first time as her legs parted slightly almost automatically to give me greater access. Kissing the tops of her inner thighs I could smell the soft perfume of her sex even though I had not tasted her yet, my fingers traced a path from the back of Ffion's calf's all the way to the curve of her arse cheeks which almost made Ffion's legs buckle and I knew in that instant the time was right. Standing I guided Ffion back to the edge of the bed, instinctively she lay down before I wrapped my arms under and around her legs I used my hands to spread her legs forcing her dress upwards to reveal her dark edged pussy to me. I could see moisture clearly and her lips were engorged still, leaning in I placed a kiss on her sex that covered her clit as well Mike. Ah god Was the response from Ffion to my initial touch, my nostrils filled with a mixture of her scent and the lemon shower gel she had used earlier I slowly licked her pussy from base to clit causing her to writhe on the bed. I repeated the lick of her most sensitive area, smooth and devoid of any hair she must have been sensitive to the touch as with the third or fourth lick I could feel, taste and see a release of juice and her real orgasm began to build. Lapping at her like a hungry dog made Ffion cry out and buck her hips in time with my oral work, reaching up I pulled down the front of the dress and clamped my hands on to her tits and toyed her nipples, grabbing a handful of my hair her legs closed slightly bringing the tops of her inner thighs almost to my ears and her back arched Best Laid Plans Oh yessssss Mike, yes She cried followed by her now familiar cries and moans until her body went rigid and spasms wracked her body as she came over my face and I devoured all of the juices that oozed from her gorgeous cuuny. I sprang to my feet and tearing off my shorts I freed my rock hard member, Ffion had rolled onto her side in her post orgasm haze, so after rolling her onto her back I lifted her legs pushing them back onto her chest as I leaned forward, it took me a second or two to get the head of my cock nestled between her pussy lips before sliding it deep into her. Ahhhhhhhhh Mmmmiiikkkkke Escaped from Ffion's mouth as my initial thrust entered her more gasps and moans as I built up a nice slow rhythm. Ffion's pussy still felt tight despite the hammering it had taken through the day and with each stroke juice welled up and dribbled out in all directions, squelching noises accompanying each discharge from those dark edged lips. I had planned to slip a bullet vibrator into her quim at some point but that had taken a back seat now, but one goal was still to be met, slipping out of her I realigned my rod with her arse, raising her legs higher I pinned her ankles together high in the air and nudged my helmet at her back entrance. Ffion's eyes went wide with shock and surprise Mike ......please? You are mine to do with what I will and you offered me your arse last time out Yes but I didn't think..........aaaawwwww ggggggod Ffion cried aloud as my helmet forced it's way inside for the first time, it's wet end and the juice which had dribbled down from her pussy eased it's passage into her most intimate orifice. If I thought Ffion's pussy was tight her arse was like a vice and despite her brashness a few weeks earlier this was virgin territory, I gave Ffion a little time to adjust to having her arse invaded before pushing in deeper Oh Jesus She cried as the first three inches went in, the next stroke accounted for five, the next six and finally all seven inches of me was buried into Ffion's bum hole. I began to fuck her arse with steady stokes and released her ankles placing one each side of my head, now I could look down and see her naked breasts standing to attention and her beautiful pussy open slightly, her inner lips pouting where they had stretched and her clit still hard. My hands free I worked my right thumb onto her clitty and began to rub in time to my fucking motion. Her initial discomfort gone Ffion was breathing heavily and powerless to stop the series of pleasure sounds escaping her Mike please I'm gonna..........ah stop You're gonna what Ffi? Pee? Yes, ah please don't make me,aw noooooo, but it was too late again Ffion went rigid as her peak arrived her head tossed from side to side, her sphincter closed tight and a stream of juice and pee erupted from her quim soaking us both for the second time, for my part it was if her body was milking my cock and I came high inside her for the third time that day my lungs gasping for air and my eyes filled with the sight of a beautiful woman spread wide before me cuming with abandon. Then I heard it, the front door shutting. I could hear Emma climbing the stairs slowly no doubt reading the messages as she went until she reached the bedroom door. With her legs still around my neck I eased out of Ffion's arse with a pop as Emma walked through the door What the fuck do you think you are doing? she yelled upon seeing me naked but for a T-shirt with her friend's legs around my neck, Well for my part I've just finished pumping my third load into Ffion What? Ffion's face flushed bright red as I moved her legs and reflected sorrow and shame as she looked at Emma I know all about the plan you two cooked up Emma her face changing with the realisation of what I had said The money, the seduction, the photo and the porn site, I even know about the percentage you offered Ffion Emma looked crest fallen as she tried to speak But I don't understand. When I discovered what you had planned I planned something of my own, you see entrapment is no grounds for divorce, but your attempt works in my favour But these papers? I think you will find they are fair, you get your divorce but on my terms, you keep your car, your money and all your shares, I keep the house, my car and my money and savings, see it's a one off offer. If we go to court all this plan and the evidence I have come out in open court And what about Ffi? She's free of her £800 debt as far as I am concerned, she has more than cleared it today, at that remark Ffion began to get under the bed covers leaving a sodden sticky wet patch on the bed All you have to do is sign one copy Emma and leave it here when you go Emma knew the game was up and the anger in her eyes was testament to the fact that she knew it, if she had simply asked for a divorce and explained why, I would have given her what she wanted after all you would do anything for the one you love. Taking the papers from her bag Emma separated one copy out, rummaged for a pen in her bag, signed the papers before dropping a copy on the floor and leaving without another word. Can I have another shower? Asked Ffion as I turned and I nodded in the affirmative and Ffion headed to the bathroom. Retrieving the papers and my shorts I sat on the bed relieved at the outcome. I remained there until Ffion came out of the bathroom and I motioned for her to come over, standing I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug which she returned in silence. My clothes are all , um, wet can I borrow some? Sure help your self Ffi, Emma has plenty I replied as I headed for the shower. After the shower I stripped the bed and headed for the kitchen and the washing machine and was very surprised to find Ffion there drinking a coke leaning against the sink, she had found a dress of Emma's that fitted her and a pair of shoes to match, which in truth looked better on her than it did on Emma. I thought you would have gone Ffi Mike we need to talk If you are worried the file Ffi, I won't send it you have my word It's not that Mike....I am sorry and ashamed of what I did, the plan, photo, the money and I It's over Ffi and I consider it closed I cut her off You were just a pawn in Emma's nasty little game Ok thank you, but there's more Go on I said guardedly Mike today you have shamed me, embarrassed me, humiliated me and used me and I have also embarrassed & humiliated myself in front of you. My pussy is aching and my arse is sore, I've wet myself twice and the only thing I haven't done is swallowed Is it an apology you want? No Mike! Please listen. What I want is for you to do that to me again You WHAT?" I thought I was hearing things and my confusion must have been obvious Mike I have never lap danced for anyone, no-one has ever taken such intimate pictures of me and I have never been asked to dress up and until today I have never had anal sex. And the truth is that it turned me on so much, those orgasms, god I can't believe I'm going to say this to you, but I want to be your play thing, if you want me to be and I don't want paying before you ask I didn't know what to say, the gorgeous, sexy 27 year old wanted to be my play thing? I was lost for words. I dropped the dirty bed linen and held out my arms into which Ffion practically ran, embracing each other. As one chapter ends another begins. Best Laid Plans Stephanie was beginning to calm down, but she wasn't quite done crying yet. Her best friend, Emily, sat patiently with Steph's head in her lap, calmly stroking her hair. Periodically, Emily would gently hush her, or whisper "it's okay, let it all out". Steph had appeared at Emily's door about an hour earlier, and immediately began sobbing when they had gotten to Emily's bedroom. From the few intelligible words Steph managed to get out, Emily guessed that Steph's boyfriend Sam had broken up with her and perhaps even kicked her out of their shared apartment. Finally, Steph had stopped her crying and sat up to face Emily, both sitting on the bed. "I feel so ashamed," Steph began, hanging her head. She sniffed back tears and continued, "We were lying in bed, talking about, well...our fantasies. You know, what we still wanted to do with each other, but hadn't done. We'd had this talk so many times. He seemed like he really wanted to know, like he was really ready to try anything. I mean, as you know, he was always the more submissive one, he liked when I was in control. But I needed to switch it up..." Steph raised her head briefly, but let out a sob when she caught Emily's eyes and hung her head even lower. "I can't tell you this, it's so embarrassing!" Steph cried. Emily let her friend cry for just a few seconds before she replied, "of course you can, you know you can tell me anything and I'll support you". What is it you don't want to tell me? Your sexual fantasy? You know I wouldn't judge you for that. Come on now, if it's bothering you this much, you need to get it out." Steph kept crying for a minute, but quickly calmed herself and looked up at her friend, "you're right...it's just hard. Sam just broke up with me when I told him..." Steph told Emily everything, beginning with the earliest seeds of her fantasy to her ultimate confession to Sam that lead to their break-up. By the time Steph had finished, both girls were thoroughly drained. "I'm going to go run you a nice bath," "Emily offered, "and you can stay here for a few days. Jake won't be back until next week...it was getting lonely in my bed." Steph smiled and thanked Emily, then stretched out on the bed, exhausted, to wait for her bath to be drawn. Emily padded down the hall to the bathroom, where closed the door and turned the faucet on at full strength. Then she quickly and forcefully dragged her tights down to her ankles and settled on the toilet to attend to her sopping pussy. She could not suppress a moan she dragged her fingertips across her pulsing clit, and she hoped the running water would muffle the sounds of her release. Steph's story and vivid depiction of her fantasy had Emily's pussy dripping for the last half hour. She ground her clit against the heel of her palm and plunged one finger, then a second into her slick hole. Her other hand clutched at her breasts. Her supple and highly sensitive nipples were easily at hand, as her firm breasts did not require support in times of leisure. Her ribbed tank top was just the right kind of rough against her turgid nipples. She knew it wouldn't be long before she came, but her orgasm still surprised her with its suddenness and intensity. She grabbed her breast hard, squeezing the nipple firmly. She bucked on the toilet seat, thrusting her clit hard against her hand as her pussy clenched and gripped her fingers. She rode out her orgasm, breathing deeply and smiling. She could not wait for her boyfriend, Jake to get home. She thought he just might be interested in hearing about Steph's fantasy too. ************** Emily was horny for the whole week while Steph stayed with her, thinking about her friend's fantasy. Little snapshots uncontrollably burst into her thoughts, either directly from Steph's fantasy as she had told it, or inspired by the arousal it generated. Further, she began to become distinctly aroused in Steph's presence. She had always considered her friend beautiful, but now she was actively turned on thinking about her friend engaged in her fantasy scenario and related sexual acts. Emily began to appreciate her friend's body in a whole new way. And how could you blame her, Steph was gorgeous. At 5'7", Steph stood a half-foot taller than Emily. She had fantastic, round breasts capped with dark, muddy-red nipples. Emily had rarely, if ever, seen their equal in any locker room, making her friends' the nicest breasts she had ever seen, though it had taken her until now to recognize them as such. Her trim, but not quite flat stomach tapered slightly as it met her generously rounded hips. Emily marveled appreciatively at how Steph's firm, meaty ass sloped into her sturdy legs. How could she not have realized until now just how sexy her best friend is? Steph's voluptuousness contrasted perfectly with Emily's petite frame. She knew she lacked her friend's killer curves, but Emily was proud of her body and embraced her sensuality in a way Steph seemed not to have. Emily had nearly perfected the 'pixie' look. She kept her hair short, but always maintained a feminine style. Her smile was striking and infectious, and she knew how to make her body and demeanor work for her to the fullest extent. Her firm A-cups sat high on her chest and pointed her nipples gently upward. Her tight, flat stomach widened gracefully at her hips. Emily was lean and fit and lucky not to have to work too hard to keep her figure; she had come to really love her body. Now, she was starting to love how she felt curling up against Steph as they shared a bed. She noticed more acutely her friend's breasts and nipples as they pressed into her back. Emily would catch herself peering into her friends cleavage, or staring at her firm, shapely ass as she bent over to load the dishwasher. She even began trying to create chances to see Steph in various stages of undress. Things like changing clothes in the same room, always done openly before, suddenly took on a new, sexual edge for Emily. The whole week, she felt like she had never been hornier in her life. *********** Emily had wanted to tell Jake all about Steph's fantasy as soon as he got home, but, after a long week of unfulfilled horniness, her need for sex won out. After a week apart, the sex and been fast and hard, exactly the fuck Emily had been craving. She could feel Jake's cum mixing with her fluid arousal as it leaked into her worn panties, which she had thrown on after their coupling. She lay on Jake's shoulder and began to explain the week she'd just had. Jake's response to Steph's fantasy rivaled Emily's own excitement, and she was thrilled by his enthusiasm. As she wrapped up her story, Emily confessed to Jake, "last night, I even came in front of her, though I don't think she noticed. We were in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I went to the sink to brush my teeth. I thought she was going to join me, but she sat on the toilet and began peeing. When I looked over, I saw the top of her pubes pushing out above her thighs where they met. When I heard her piss hit the water, it set me off and I leaned over the sink and ground my clit on the edge of the basin. It was a small one, but it came on almost immediately. I couldn't help myself." Emily was getting worked up again and felt a new surge of wetness in her pussy recalling her orgasm of the previous night. Jake too felt a pulse surge through his dick as the image of Steph and his girlfriend together in the bathroom flashed in his imagination. He felt Emily's hand reach down and wrap around his throbbing member. She gave it a few quick strokes and smiled up at him, "so, you want to make this fantasy happen?" Emily questioned, hoping she already knew the answer. "Of course," replied Jake, "but first, I think we have some business to attend to here!" With that, Jake swung himself out from under Emily, grabbing hold of her hip and flipping her onto all-fours in front of him. Though a familiar sight, his view of Emily's ass, accentuated by her thin cotton panties trimmed with lace, caused a steady stream of pre-cum to begin trickling from his engorged head. Using both hands, he slid her panties over her hips, down her legs and off her ankles. Though most of his cum from their last fuck was now caught in the panties, her tunnel was slick with the remnants of their earlier activities and the new juices from her continued arousal. Emily moaned deeply as Jake thrust two fingers into her from behind, her worked pussy easily accommodating his fingers. With his other hand, he reached underneath his girlfriend to pinch, twist and tug on her nipples. In response, Emily arched her back, pushing back firmly to meet Jake's thrusting fingers. Jake felt her juices coating his fingers and noticed the extraordinary heat emanating from her pussy and could not remember a time where she was so thoroughly hot and wet. Jake could not wait any longer and moved into position behind Emily. He pressed the head of his dick against Emily's trimmed pussy, running the head of his rock hard cock up and down her pussy lips, only barely parting them and enjoying the contrast between her short, crinkly pubes and the liquid smooth insides of her lips. Emily groaned wantonly from the pillow where she lay her head and accentuated the arch of her back. Jake knew she wanted him inside her and he was only too happy to oblige. With a single, deliberate thrust he pushed in until his dick was buries in its entirety. The warmth and wetness enveloped him, and he kept his hips pressed flat against the tops of Emily's thighs, with his hands on her hips, pulling her back onto his dick. He held this position for several tantalizing moments before he began to move. He began with tempered, deep strokes, burying himself with each thrust. Emily moaned at the peak of each thrust. Her back impossibly arched, she clearly wanted Jake as deep as she could get him. Jake began to speed up his thrusts incrementally, still plunging as far as he could into her depths. Emily was moaning constantly now, grunts accentuating Jake's every push into her. Jake was surprised to feel his balls begin to tingle ominously, signaling his impending orgasm. Having fucked her barely half an hour earlier, he would have expected to last longer on this go-around, but their time apart and the sheer sexiness of her obvious and extreme arousal at Steph's fantasy had him already on the brink of cumming. He felt relieved when he noticed Emily reach under herself and began rubbing her clit, a tell-tale sign that she wasn't far off either. He sped up his strokes and began searching out his orgasm. He felt his hips slam into Emily's at full force, bouncing off her tender ass cheeks with each thrust. Emily broke into a constrained cry as her orgasm approached, then overwhelmed her as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably around her lover's pounding cock. Jake kept his dick fully ensconced in Emily's pussy as she rode out her orgasm. The contracting muscles of Emily's pussy brought Jake to the edge of orgasm. He held on until he felt her spasms subside and then pulled out. With a few practiced strokes, he shot his load on Emily's exposed pussy and ass. A few jets landing on the back of her thighs, where her legs met her as, and one glob landing sexily in the crack of her ass, just on the very edge of the rosy pink skin that surrounded her asshole. The very sight of which forced one more pulse of cum to dribble through Jake's dick. Jake sat back on his haunches and surveyed the intensely erotic figure of his panting lover, glistening with a glaze of sweat from their passion and painted with the result of his orgasm. She'd slumped somewhat, and gently cocked a hip to the side so she could turn her head to look at him. A dreamy, subtle smile played on her lips and in her eyes. "Shower?" Jake suggested, as he eased back into a sitting position. "In a minute," responded Emily. She turned her head and locked eyes with her boyfriend, then reached her hand back around her body. She touched a fingertip to the glob of cum that rested just next to her asshole; then she used her fingertips to trace the edge of her anus, using his ejaculate to slick her circular motions. As she pressed the pads of her fingers to her asshole more firmly, she could not keep her eyes open, no matter how hot she found Jake's desirous stare. At that, she gave her mind over to her sensual caresses and the lewd possibilities of her upcoming shower with Jake. ********** Over the next few days, Jake and Emily fleshed out the details of a enact Steph's fantasy, adding bits of their own predilections into the mix. The planning fueled their own libidos and spawned some of the best sex they'd had to date. By the time the next weekend rolled around, they were chomping at the bit to bring Stephanie into the mix. On Friday night, Emily invited Steph to come for dinner and spend the night, telling her that Jake was out of town and she could stay in their bed in his place. Emily made sure to bring up the fantasy on more than one occasion over dinner. As per the plan, Emily was generous with the wine, opening a third bottle which they didn't even try to finish. Emily was conscious to drink much more slowly than Steph, and was lucid by the time she slipped out of bed, to open the door for Jake in the early hours of the morning. On her way out of bed, Steph felt her movement and groaned a bit, asking what was up. Emily told her she was just going to the bathroom and to just go back to sleep. Steph seemed satisfied with her answer and rolled back over to get back to sleep. Emily cast on last lustful stare at her scantily clad and vulnerable friend, following the gentle curve from Steph's rib cage to her hips, barely covered by the receding sheets. Her desire piqued, Emily slipped out of her bedroom, leaving the door ajar for stealthier re-entry. Emily was still wound up from her lurid discussion at dinner with Stephanie and pounced on Jake once he entered their apartment. After an intense make out session, Emily pushed Jake down onto the couch, dropped to her knees and furiously fished his cock out of his pants. She sucked on him vigorously, pulling at the head of his cock with her tongue and lips. She ran her tongue up and down the bottom of his shaft, liberally coating his rod with her saliva. Finally, she began to bob up and down his shaft, taking him into the back of her throat, audibly slurping on his dick. She could feel herself soaking through her panties as she felt his pre-cum flowing out of his dick and down her throat. She reached to grab his dick at the base and began stroking his cock in concert with the movement of her mouth. She moaned as she felt his cock begin to pulse and sucked harder as he shot his load into the back of her mouth. She greedily swallowed every spurt, not letting a single drop leak from her lips. She almost wished he would have lasted longer, such was her arousal from envisioning the rest of the night's planned events. But, she knew what lay ahead and released his quivering member from her mouth and smacked her lips in satisfaction. "You ready to get going, babe?" she asked, smiling up at Jake wickedly. Jake was still recovering from his orgasm when Emily rose to collect the materials they'd prepared for the evening from their hiding place. She returned with her haul to the couch and sat next to Jake. They went over the plan one final time, checking the materials as they went over their use. By the time they reached the end of their preparations, Jake's cock was near full erection. "From here on out, we're in character. There's no going back," Emily reminded Jake. "Even if she resists, you need to stay the course and adhere to the plan we talked about." Jake nodded and steeled himself to his task. They crept down the hall together, towards their bedroom where Steph lay sleeping unsuspectingly in their bed. Their hearts were pounding as they pushed open the door and quietly snuck into the room. Emily put their gear down on a chair and made her way to the side of the bed with a pillowcase in hand. Steph lay on her side, facing Emily's side of the bed, the sheets coming up just over her wide hips. Emily gently lifted Steph's hands and slipped the pillowcase underneath them, ready to tighten her grip and bind Steph's them. Jake moved gently onto the bed. He stood on his knees next to Steph's hips, looking down over his girlfriend's best friend. He was raring to go. Jake looked over to Emily to signal he was ready. In an instant, he swung his leg over Steph's hip and pressed his full weight onto her body and also covered her mouth with his hands, forcing her face down into the pillow on which her head rested, completely obscuring her vision. Meanwhile, Emily twisted the pillowcase and forced Steph's bound hands to the bed. Needless to say, Stephanie awoke with a start and screamed into Jake's hands. Her cries were smothered in his clutch and he pressed her head to the pillow roughly. "Do not scream!" He commanded, firmly. "No one can here you. You are in our control." Stephanie cried out again, only to have her mouth violently forced shut by Jake's strong hands. "I said don't scream!" Jake, identity unknown to Steph, reminded her gruffly. Steph thrashed against her restrainers, but found herself thoroughly incapacitated. She refused to resign herself to her situation, but could not stop tears from welling in her throat and eyes. "That's right, girlie," her unknown assailant snickered, "this is happening." With that, Steph suddenly relaxed her body a bit. That phrase...She began to put things together. She had told Emily about her fantasy in great detail. Sam had broken up with her when she told him about her fantasy to be raped, at least in role play. She had told Emily that she had even worked out a signal, he was supposed to tell her that "this is happening" to denote the role play. So it must be Jake on top of her now, and Emily holding her wrists! She didn't have time for much more analysis. Jake roughly forced her head back down into the pillow. "So, you get it now, don't you. This is happening and you can't do anything to stop it, so stop trying!" Jake grunted. Jake continued to force Steph's head down into the pillow with both his hands clamped firmly over her mouth and signaled to Emily to move along with their plan. Steph had somewhat toned down her struggling, and Emily was able to keep control over her friends hands with just one of hers (and the help of the binding pillow case) and reached to the floor for her proper Velcro restraints. In a well-coordinated effort, Emily released one of Steph's arms as Jake grabbed it and wrestled it so it was positioned behind her back, bent sharply at the elbow, and he applied the first cuff of the restraint. Emily helped move Steph's other arm to a similar position and secured it in place with the restraint's other cuff. Steph was enraged by her abuse, but that extreme emotion seemed to only fuel her arousal. She was ashamed to be so turned on by her own violation. She wriggled as hard as she could against her restraints, but her position was far too compromised for her resistance to have any effect. Jake reapplied his weight between Steph's shoulder blades so that she now lay stretched out on her stomach, her face still buried in the pillow, now irritatingly wet with her tears. "Stop stuggling!" Jake yelled. He sat back on Steph's thighs while keeping firm pressure on her shoulders with one hand. Once in position, he raised his hand high and brought it down on her left ass cheek with vigor. The smack rang out in the bedroom quite satisfactorily, for all three participants. Emily lustfully recalled being on the receiving end of Jake's smacks, though she suspected this spank surpassed the fury with which he had ever hit her before, a thought that brought a noted swell of arousal. Steph, who had let out a strained 'yelp' on receiving the blow, likewise felt her pussy gush. Jake was really in control, which meant that she was truly in submission, ostensibly against her will. She realized she was releasing a steady stream of juices into her panties and felt her swollen lips pushing against the raw, wet fabric. Best Laid Plans Jake, for his part, was mesmerized by the movement of Steph's ass under his hand. Emily had been the only partner he'd spanked in earnest, and her taught ass reacted very differently to that attention. Emily's ass would bounce and then snap back into place, and took on a red hue from the first blow. Steph's meaty ass, however, quivered at his blow, minute shockwaves rippling out from the epicenter as it jiggled before settling back. "It's just about time to fuck this bitch," he snickered to himself. Finally, he was ready to turn to the main course. Jake slid off of Steph and threw the covers off of her. He then reached for her panties, a worn pair of thin cotton briefs, and ripped them from her trembling body. Steph was still rattled, but the seeds of arousal that had underlay the events to this point began to flourish in full force. Her intense emotion had quickly passed from paralyzing fear to fevered anticipation and extreme arousal. Jake looked down at Steph's prone body, her ass smiling up at him. He gripped her right leg behind her knee and pushed it forward, giving him access to her pussy. His view was spectacular. Her panties lay open, the elastic still wrapped around one leg, the rest flopping over onto the bed. He reached down and smacked her top butt cheek hard, the slap ringing out in the bedroom. Steph grunted her appreciation. "That's right, bitch. Get used to that!" Jake boomed from above Steph with another spank. He hit her ass a few more times with significant force, intrigued and aroused by her body's response. His hand stung and Steph's ass was turning a glowing red. After his last smack, he left his hand on her ass and felt the heat flush across her skin. By this point, Steph's ass was tingling notably. The mild, but distinct pain transformed into intense heat, which radiated across her bottom until she noticed the feeling reach her soaking wet cunt. Her pussy throbbed between her legs. She then felt a hand trace its way down her back. Based on the angle, and the hand's delicate frame, Steph correctly judged the hand to belong to her closest friend. Emily had moved onto the bed and there stood on her knees. She leaned over her friend's prone body and traced her hand from the space between Steph's shoulder blades down over the curve of her ass cheek and in between the cleft. Steph jumped as Emily ran the pads of two fingers over her asshole and was shocked when Emily reprimanded her with a stiff smack on her already sore backside. For years now, Emily had encouraged Steph to explore anal play, but she had always been sternly opposed. Jake and Emily had agreed to avoid anal penetration during this already potentially traumatic encounter, but she wondered if Jake would be able to resist, considering that she was finding it hard to do so herself. Emily regained her focus placed her hand at the small of Steph's back, and once again ran her fingers down the crack of her friend's ass. This time Steph did not react as the fingers slid over her asshole with deliberate pressure, but she could not hold back a guttural moan as Emily forcefully plunged two fingers into her dripping snatch. Steph had experienced some sloppy, groping lesbian experimentation in her earlier years, but no woman had ever penetrated her precious hole. The fact that it was her best friend and that she was...raping her (she finally ascribed that label in her head), made her shudder with a previously unknown intensity of arousal. Emily hovered over her friend and plunged her fingers in and out of Steph's unbelievably wet pussy. Steph's slickness was spreading over Emily's hand and dripped to her wrist. Even if she had been unable to see and feel Steph's wetness, the sounds of her pistoning fingers would have alerted her to the extent of her friend's arousal. Emily felt she could distinctly hear the pluck as she pulled her fingers out of her friend's sopping gash and the squelch when they re-entered the orifice. Immersed in exploring her friend's body, only now did Emily recognize how extensively her own pussy was leaking into her soaked through panties. She looked up from curve of Steph's bum and met Jake's intent stare. She could clearly see his extreme arousal and knew it was time to let him loose on her friend. Emily sat back on the bed and removed her hand from Steph's sex, and immediately moved it to her own, feeling her friend's juices mingle with her own arousal. Steph was panting heavily from Emily's exploits when she felt Jake move into position behind her. Before she could process the shift, she felt Jake forcefully plunge the full length of his rock-hard shaft into her, knocking the wind from her, which she felt catch as a lump in her throat. Jake did not ease into it, slamming away and registering a full five, powerful strokes before Steph even regained her breath. As soon as the oxygen returned to her lungs, it left in the form of visceral grunts and shrill shrieks of unbounded pleasure. The pain from his unbridled thrusts only heightened her arousal and added to her pleasure. Emily was thoroughly enjoying her view, staring down at Steph's writhing body as it shuddered with the force of each of Jake's thrusts. She rubbed herself furiously, pushing her fingers into her drenched pussy as deeply as she could. She bounced the heel of her thumb off of her clit as she dug into her sex and felt she'd never been hornier in her life. Steph's hanging breasts caught her attention as they swung wildly. With her free hand, Emily reached over and began roughly groping her friend's succulent breasts, intermittently zeroing in on the taught, sensitive nipples, pinching sharply. With the newfound attention to her breasts, Steph began coming, but in a way totally unfamiliar. She could feel a large, powerful orgasm building in her depths, but the overwhelming stimuli interrupted the build with acute spasms of pleasure. She was gulping air where she could, moaning throughout. Finally, as her ultimate orgasm approached, she could feel Jake's prick pulsing in her, signaling his impending climax. She realized that he wasn't wearing a condom, something she had never allowed before, and that final recognition that this act was indeed in many ways against her wishes pushed her over the edge and her body shook violently with the force of the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced, and she screamed out with her pleasure. By the time Steph regained her wits, Jake was slumped over her, his hard cock still pulsing in her quivering sex, and she could feel his spent seed leaking out over her swollen pussy lips. Emily was lying down on her back, with one hand resting inside her panties, a glazed look of post-orgasmic bliss in her eyes as she looked down over Steph's glistening body. Jake, exhausted, had the sense to undo the restraints and allow Steph's arms to slide down to her sides before he and Steph collapsed down in a heap. There was a lot to process, but none of them had the energy or composure to try to begin now. For now, all they could manage was to bask in the afterglow of the hottest encounter any of them had ever had. Best Laid Plans "Ten bucks says Jenna doesn't remember we made plans." Jake said, taking another drink of his beer. I laughed. We'd been hanging out for almost two hours, waiting for my dumb blond of a roommate to show up. This is the third time I've had to entertain him while we wait for her. Jake is more her friend, though we all hang out on occasion. I suspect he has a thing for Jenna, and only tolerates my presence in pursuit of her. Hence the fact that he's downed a large portion of the case of beer in our fridge. I checked my phone. Still no response. Oh, hell, I thought, feeling the effects of the wine I'd had to drink, If you can't beat 'em... I poured the rest of the bottle in my glass. Turning to the TV, I switched it off and put on some music. A Jim Croce album was in the player, and I turned it up a little. I swayed a bit to the music, and when I turned around I saw Jake's eyes on me. They moved from my hips, slowly up my body. I felt a little jolt, being looked at like that. Sexy. Wanted, somehow. I paused as his eyes locked on mine, not sure if I was imagining the look. "Hi." I said, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Hi." he replied, leaving the couch and coming toward me in one swift, oddly predatory movement. He stopped a few inches from me, and I could smell his cologne, the sweet taste of beer on his breath, and something else. Something I couldn't place, but liked very much. Without warning, he swept me into a dance, and we both laughed as we moved tipsily around the living room to 'You Don't Mess Around With Jim.' I love that song, and our antics became more wild and silly as the song went on. The chorus became a funnier and funnier extravaganza, and by the end of the song, we had collapsed on the couch in laughter. I took a large drink of my wine, wiping my forehead, and looked over at Jake, whose head was leaned back against the back of the couch, eyes once more on me. I felt it again, that jolt. But this time, it started lower, and grew as I watched Jake's hand reach toward me and brush my hair off of my neck. I flushed, enjoying the way his fingers felt on my skin. His hand lingered, and his other hand reached over to take my wine glass and set it on the end table. I knew exactly what was happening, but not sure how it had started, or why. I wasn't complaining though, as Jake put the glass down, and turned his attention back to me. His fingers grazed my skin, then slipped behind my neck to propel me closer to him. Suddenly, his lips were on mine, his body closer than ever. His hands and lips wandered, leaving trails of kisses on my neck, and inciting shivers wherever his fingers touched. The pleasure and anticipation I was feeling built by the second, and without asking I pushed him back to a sitting position and swung my leg over him so that I straddled his lap. I caught his look of surprise at my move, and enjoyed the moment. "You think you get to call all the shots?" I asked, slipping my hands under his shirt to feel his warm skin. His hands found my hips, a smile on his lips. "No, ma'am." He mocked, pulling my hips closer. I sank lower onto his lap and moved to kiss his neck, nibble on his ears. I caught his barely perceptible moan when I very quietly whispered in his ear, "That's better." Hmm. Apparently he enjoys that, I mused, enjoying the way his hands moved up my back. I kissed his again, more urgently, and we explored each other more intimately. When I instinctively bit his lip a few minutes later, I felt him instantly harden beneath me and made another mental note as I moved my hips to meet him. His hands roamed beneath my shirt, never quite making their way to my breasts. I tried to move subtly, to guide his hands where I wanted them, but he teased me, flitting away at the last moment. I let out a frustrated groan and pulled the hem of his shirt up and over his head. He laughed, enjoying my frustration, and his hands moved back to cup my ass and alternately stroke up and down my thighs. "God, you're sexy." he mumbled, looking up at me. I smiled and kissed him, then bit his lip again. This time, he cupped my hips in his hands and held me in place as he ground his cock against me. Yes, please, I thought, feeling the pressure of him against me. What I wanted, desperately, were his hands on my breasts. One of my favorite feelings has always been to have my nipples played with through my shirt. It feels so good, better than when there's no clothing between me and my partner. As if reading my mind, Jake's hands slid up my sides, under my shirt, and finally began to explore. I arched against him when he did exactly what I had been imagining, and my nipples stood at attention under my bra. He pulled my shirt up and over my head, then leaned forward and kissed me between my breasts. I liked the way his breath felt, the way his hands were exploring every inch of exposed skin. He reached behind me to unclasp my bra, and slowly pulled the straps off of my shoulders. His eyes never left my chest as he unveiled my breasts. They were a full C-cup, and look nice with or without a bra. He dropped the bra next to the couch, then again slid his hands from my hips up my stomach until they cupped my breasts. He seemed to enjoy the weight and shape of them, toying with them in his hands before sucking my nipple into his mouth. After a few minutes of alternately making out and letting him pay adequate attention to my tits, he slowly pushed me into a standing position in front of him. I looked down, anticipation mounting as I saw his hard cock beneath his jeans. I enjoyed knowing I had helped make it that way. He cupped my breasts again in his hands, thumbs sliding across my nipples, before letting his hands trail down to the waistband of my jeans. "Is this ok?" He asked, fingers pausing as they held the button. His eyes moved up to meet mine. "Yes." I said simply. All I wanted was him inside me at that moment. I didn't care how we had gotten to this point. I just wanted more. He undid my jeans, slowly sliding them off my hips, down my thighs. I stepped out of them, but knelt down before he could pull off my panties as well. Now I made him stand, and with a smirk on my face asked him if it was ok before I unbuttoned his jeans. "Smartass." he murmured. Then, "That's the last time I ask you for permission before doing anything to you." He warned. I smiled up at him, one eyebrow arched. "Good." I carefully pulled his jeans down, then kissed his cock gently through his boxers. He grunted, clearly wanting more, and I pulled the boxers off as well. I looked up at him momentarily before wrapping one hand around the base of his cock. "I want to taste you in the back of my throat." I told him. He stiffened even more in my hand as I began to gently squeeze and caress him. Slowly, I traced the veins of his cock with the tip of my tongue, loving the noise he was making in the back of his throat whenever something felt particularly good. Satisfied, I moved back and licked all round the head of his dick, then applied pressure with my lips and let him pop into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his head and my hand pumped up and down. I loved the taste and smell of him as I worked my head back and forth, reaching my other hand up to play with his balls as I took more and more of him into my mouth. I sucked him thoroughly, pulling him farther and farther into my mouth, over and over again. When he was good and worked up, I began teasing him by rubbing the head of his cock against the back of my throat before opening my throat and getting as much of him inside as possible. I looked up at him, my nose pressed to his navel, one hand lightly scratching his balls, the other on his hip, and swallowed around his dick. He moaned and arched against me, and I thought with disappointment that I may have let him cum too early, when he abruptly pulled away. A line of spit ran from my mouth to the tip of his cock, which quivered in the air, red and pulsing with pleasure and desire. Jake pulled me upright, sat down on the edge of the couch, and pulled my underwear off so quickly that I barely had time to react before his lips were on my pussy. I involuntarily reached up and cupped my breasts, relishing the way his tongue moved roughly across my lips. He licked me slowly and deliberately, changing tactics as he read my responses. Rough on my lips, nibbling and licking and plunging his tongue into my pussy, alternating with delicate flicks against my clit. He reached one hand up and began stroking them along my lips, getting them wet. And was I ever. He pulled back for a moment, and I looked down to see him just gazing at my pussy. "God, you're so wet." He murmured. I was so turned on, it wasn't surprising, although every guy I've been with has enjoyed how wet I get. The unexpectedness of this happening between us, the thought that Jenna might walk in at any moment, was all adding to how turned on I was, so when he plunged two fingers into my tight little box and dedicated himself to licking my clit with abandon, I was primed and ready to go. I felt the warmth of my orgasm starting to build behind my navel. Felt it grow and start to expand to other parts of my body. Wished desperately that I could give him as much pleasure as he was giving me at that moment. My breaths started coming in short moans, and I could feel my clit and lips swelling with each flick of his tongue. "You're going to make me cum." I whisper, one hand in his hair, egging him on. "Tell me when you're close." He replies, barely moving away from my clit as his fingers explore me from the inside out. "Mmm, that feels so good." I moan, my head back in pleasure. Suddenly, there's a suction on my clit, and I feel myself start to explode. "Now," I moan, "You're making me-" but before I can finish my sentence, truly begin to cum, he's grabbed me by the hips, leaned back, and forced me onto his cock, where the heat building inside me does actually explode, and I'm cumming on his dick as he stretches my pussy around him. I moan every time he bottoms out inside me, pushing deeper and deeper and harder and harder. His hands don't leave my hips, moving me exactly the way he wants, not slowing down as I cum, because he wants to get there, too. As my orgasm starts to lessen, I find myself leaning over the arm of the couch, and just as quickly as he is gone from inside me, he enters me again. A new angle, a new pleasure, as he takes what he wants. "I love watching your tits bounce when I do this." He says, plunging in to me extra hard, sending them swaying, my nipples grazing across the arm of the couch. "Do that again." I moan, loving the way he fills me. His thighs slap into mine, and the orgasm I just experienced lingers, as though it's not over. As he fucks me, he reaches one hand around my hip and his fingers find my clit, rubbing that little pleasure center as the head of his cock rubs the right spot inside me. He goes like this for another minute, and soon I'm cumming again, squeezing him tight, and he moans, "God, you're so sexy." before cumming deep inside me. I feel it like hot ropes, coating me inside. Feel him pulsing in place as he plunges one last desperate time into my hot pussy. "Fuck." he whispers, collapsing against me and pinning me to the couch. After a few minutes' recovery, he pulls out, kisses me on the ass, and leans against the couch. I right myself, feeling the wetness between my legs, enjoying how hard he came. "Dammit, I didn't think that was ever going to happen." He tells me, pulling me against him. "You wanted it to?" I asked. "There are only so many times I can pretend I was supposed to have plans with Jenna." He tells me, kissing me firmly. I pull back, looking at him quizzically. Then I smile. "I think she's going to forget to have plans with you tomorrow night, too." Best Laid Plans Linda was on the floor naked, feeling the softness of the bedroom carpet under her bare skin. Her ear was stuck to an air vent, listening to the sounds coming from downstairs. There were the unmistakable noises of two people in the heat of passion. The sounds were muffled, but through the vent she could clearly identify the woman's voice, "oh yes ooohh, fuck my cunt harder." And the man grunting and making gravelly noises deep from his throat. Linda listened and her hands worked frantically, it's been her dirty nightly ritual for a couple of weeks. Her left hand had a thick dildo and she worked rapidly in and out of her vagina, two fingers of the other hand rubbed her clit in feverishly. She climaxed for the fourth time and it was the big one. It was finally the squirt that erupted like a fountain out of her very rutty cunt. She turned on her back in the nick of time, the eruption from the furnace between her legs shot a couple of feet up in the air and landed on her bare belly. Aaahh, what a release. She had enough for the night. She collected the towels she had put under her naked body to protect the fancy carpet and went to shower. Of course the woman was Ursula, the young coed renting the downstairs suite for the academic year. The man, Linda was now certain, was Delbert, sweet Del, Linda's cheating husband. No doubt about it. Knowing her husband was cheating on her with the young tenant made her angry. Yet there was something erotic about hearing them fuck while she masturbates. In the Bathroom she stood naked in front of her full-view mirror and decided there was nothing wrong with her, certainly not with her body: She was still slim as a teenager with the youthful firm breasts, flat tummy and long legs and soft smooth skin. She also had the hot, tight pussy, (if you could ever believe men in the heat of passion.) All considered, Del would be a fool to cheat on her. Yet he does and right under her nose with this young European coed renting the basement. Yes, Del is a fool. All men are fools when they use an organ meant for reproduction as a thinking tool. The penis is the most stupid part in man's anatomy, the part that does not know the difference between one tight spot and another. Yet it had lead men all through history and they followed. It started few weeks ago with a routine phone calls, "oh honey, please don't wait for me for supper, I'll be working late." First she did not mind, Del has been delayed at work before. It was Linda who had chosen to take a 9-5 job in the legal department of the university rather than take the grind of a corporate world. It enabled her to maintain a career and be a full time wife in the meantime. There was always the hope of having a family. She enjoyed her job and loved being a career, married woman. When she became sure to the point of certainty that Del was cheating, and that the fling with the younger girl from downstairs has taken too long to be a fling; Linda decided to save her marriage; whatever it took. Yes, no doubt about it, Del was sneaking to the basement suite under cover of darkness, via the gravel driveway at the back of the house, through the back garage door where he could safely get in the basement unseen. She saw him with her own eyes. It was Delbert all right, she did not see his face in the darkness, but the build, the gait and the brisk walk were unmistakable. Over the years he had gained some weight but always found the time to keep fit and agile. Once an athlete, always an athlete, he always said. The previous year they had rowdy students renting the basement so they sound proofed the place to avoid the loud music late at night. It was her idea, Linda remembered sadly. Now she could not hear anything coming from downstairs. She discovered the air vent could carry sound, even from a sound-proofed basement. She felt the vibrations under her butt through a chair. It was music that came through the vent and alerted her to the fact that air vents could not be sound-proofed. She moved the chair and discovered that if you lie on the floor with your ear to the vent; you can hear subtler noises. After seing her husband sneak in the basement she would hear the voices. They were, unmistakably, the lust noises of people having sex. Sometimes it was his, sometimes hers and other times both. Occasionally she could hear the splashy slip-slop of a cock whipping the cream in a honey pot. They were fucking, licking and sucking all right and she was on the floor listening to them and working her pussy with the vibrator in one hand and a finger rubbing frantically at her clit. She was on her side with a big towel under her to protect the fancy carpet from her juices. She would cum and cum. sometimes it flowed and often it was her pulsating gushes of cunt-juice and few times she squirted. She has not squirted for years but she did. Why did she need to listen; it was certainly Del who she saw sneak in his own house. Few hours later, shortly after the fuck sounds subsides and she hears the running waters of the shower; she would pretend to be asleep and hear the front garage door open, hear him come in the house, through the front door this time and then he is in the bedroom changing quietly. One night she gave him the acid test of infidelity. Linda waited till he was in bed and pretended to just wake up. "Hi hon, did I wake you up?" "Mm, oh, no, I woke up on my own." Before he can object or react she reached down, fondled his balls and held his cock in her hand. His sensitive cock, that always responded to the slightest of provocation with the vigor of reactionary zealot, remained limp. Then she crept down and took it in her mouth. It did not taste of cunt, sperm or anything other than soap and clean water. A very clean cock that does not get up with all the sucking of a loving woman's mouth, is definitely guilty as charged. No doubt the young witch had drained him. *********************** She would have forgiven Delbert a casual encounter or two. She was painfully aware of what time, boredom and changing seasons could do to you. It happened to her few days after her thirtieth birthday when she looked around the fancy house, the leather sofas, her large collection of shoes and the big backyard and then asked herself "is that all there is?" Perhaps she was depressed that muggy, rainy day in May when she met Paulette for dinner in the Student's Union Building, or the SUB as it is referred to in this town. Then worst part about living in a university town is that the students are always young. It makes you feel the progression of time more acutely than anywhere else. Paulette was Linda's life-long friend since childhood. Two girls from the old neighborhood who went to same school. They were very different in many other ways: Paulette never married, never gave up her extreme love of sex and when she turned thirty few weeks after Linda, she continued dating younger men. "Why would I want to marry and have kids? I never been to bed alone since I lost it my dear, and that was many moons ago." In Paulette's world, there was not a thing that could not be cured with a good fuck. She made the suggestion to Linda, "Linda darling, you need a good lay. Look at all those young studs, I bet all of them would love a chick like you for a fling." Paulette taught arts and the classics and had no shortages of younger men adoring her talent and warming her bed. "I am a married woman," Linda said while scanning the busy deli full of young people, gulping down loaded sandwiches. They were so young and looked without a care in the world. They were milling about, having animated discussions; no doubt they all have their plans to change the world. Linda was old enough to know that you start by wanting to change the world and end up happy to have room to join it in exchange for a living. It made her feel much older than her thirty years. There was no shortage of eating places in the SUB. That day ,sitting at a European deli and watching the young crowd, Linda sighed and said jokingly, "I remember life when every bite of good-tasting food was not the poison that will clog your arteries. Now it's salad all I can eat." They laughed. A young man came close to their table. He was ruggedly handsome with European features mixed with something exotic about him. "Hi Paulette," he said gently "Hi Hans, would you like to join us? Come and meet my friend Linda." Hans smiled and Linda melted. "I heard what you just said. Have a bite of this sandwich, one bite won't hurt you." He had an accent, probably German or Scandinavian, she could not tell. He was irresistibly attractive, and he looked pretty young, probably early twenties. She looked for a knife to cut a piece but both Hans and Paulette nudged her to bite straight into the sandwich till she relented and took a bite of his Hans' deli-meat sandwich. When she gave him back his sandwich with a smile and a thank you, he bit it where she left her tooth marks, as if kissing her indirectly. It was suggestive and Paulette nudged her under the table. Then Paulette looked at her watch and declared she was late for some meeting, probably an imaginary one. Paulette gave her a hug and whispered, "don't pass him up, he's dynamite in bed, awesome cock." Hans was charming. His English was idiomatic and full of humor. And he wasted no time telling her how sexy she was and how many times he saw her in the SUB during lunch and could not take his eyes off her. She changed the subject and asked what was he studying. He was mainly here to improve his English and work on designing more intelligent computers. "Engineering, but I joined Paulette's art class for my own interest. People fail to see the beautiful art in an intelligent machine." Even this hi-tech talk made her feel older and behind the times. They talked past the lunch hour. She asked if he were German. He said he was Danish, mother from Greenland. He started telling her about those exotic places she never visited or thought of before. They kept talking and she called the office and took the rest of the day off. She never wanted it to happen but the day was rainy, dark and depressing. Earlier in the day she had looked in the mirror and thought her chin was sagging, saw wrinkles developing, saw some hairs graying and pulled them out. Del was only three years older than Linda but his hairline was receding and was gaining weight. That day, she did not feel good about herself. Hans was a ray of sunshine with his youth and this enthusiasm and carefree attitude as if nothing in the world mattered. She felt young walking with him on campus and listening to his animated tales of Greenland. She liked his company but had no plans of any intimacy. They ended up in his place and he showed her pictures of Europe and the foreign Island, Greenland, that is part of Denmark. "Greenlanders have big heads, some of the biggest on the planet. The French explorers thought we were savages but could not reconcile this with big heads. They also believed that bigger head meant bigger intellect and ours, were bigger than theirs. The heads that is." ********************** She never planned on intimacy but when he kissed her, she kissed him back. When his hand went under her skirt, she kept her legs crossed firmly, denying him access neare to her love tunnel. She pushed his hand away, but in the same motion he took her hand and put it on the bulge under his pants. He stopped kissing her and his mouth went straight to a nipple and bit it through fabric rather hard. The pain shot from her nipple straight to her clit and, as if by reflex, her legs opened. Another bite to the other nipple then his hands crept up her smooth thigh, this time, his hand found the coveted target. The hand under her skirt found its way under her pants. His fingers teased her pussy while the other hand kept pinching her nipples hard enough. She was wet and a finger found its way in, then a second. She realized that through all this, her hand was on rubbing his cock all the time. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, licked them, kissed her again giving her back a taste of her own juice. He then lifted her and carried her to bed. On the way he they kept kissing like she was his new bride carried towards her honeymoon bed. Paulette was right, he was dynamite in bed, passionate with a rough edge to his oral work; he left blue bite marks all over her body. His cock was so hard and his erection was at such a sharp angle as if his cock wanted to get away from his body. However, what drove her wild was the feel of his uncut cock. Hans was not circumcised and when he finally entered her, it felt so hard and yet so silky. She never felt like this before but then, she never been fucked by an uncut cock before. Unlike the pressure-like feeling she got from Del or former boyfriends- when she had boyfriends, this felt like smooth silk rubbing inside her vagina. The sex was long, hard and repetitive and she could not help but ask for more. When he fingered her asshole and she relaxed; he realized she's been done there before and he got even harder and wilder. Even there, in her tight back-hole he felt very good. *************************** She got home late that day just few minutes before Del. She felt guilty she could not make eye contact. Late evening they went to bed. She felt sad, ashamed and almost depressed. Later that night Del woke up to find her sobbing gently in bed beside him. "Hey, what's the matter," he was concerned and she felt his love and it made her feel guiltier. "Nothing, I want to have a family." She kept crying. "Is that it? Stop the pill then. Don't wanna see you crying again love." After a long silence she said softly, "Del!" "Yes, baby." "I am thirty years old. How did time pass this fast?" "Hey, I am thirty three. Be happy, you get old only if you're lucky. Nobody wants to age and nobody wants to die but there is no third option." It sounded funny at the time but it made her sadder. Was that indeed all there is to life? Then he held her and made love to her. When he went down on her he sensed nothing but clean pussy, soap and water. She could not stop the pill right away because she could not stop herself from sleeping with Hans. Every time with Hans she swore she will never allow it to happen again. But what her mind wanted was a far cry from what her body wanted. Her affair with Hans was getting hotter. She looked forward to Del taking business trips. She spent all her free time with Hans. When there was no free time she made up some. First she was not used to his uncut cock, sometimes later she grew fond watching the shaft pop out after she pulls back the foreskin, red, hard and raw. She grew fond of his savage cunnilingus and fonder of feeling him in her mouth. She always had the lights off when Del wanted sex; she had permanent bite marks on both inner thighs and buttocks. She was losing control and the guilt was fading into few nudges every now and then. She thought she was in love with Hans. Hans, probably because of his Nordic upbringing, could not understand her guilt for having sex as wonderful as they were having together. But he stopped sleeping with other women, including Paulette. It was Paulette who first hinted that Hans might be indeed in love with Linda. Then the academic year was coming to an end and Hans was heading home. He asked her to come with him. He cried; he confessed his love for her. Hans wanted her to leave Del and marry him; and she thought about it. She said no, it was so hard she could not remember making a harder choice. For months after he left she missed him. Had he tried a bit harder she would have given in and flew to Denmark to be with him. Thank God, he did not. ************** That was almost five years ago but this memory now haunted her. What if Del's fling with the young slut Ursula turned into something as serious as hers was with Hans? After that she swore to be faithful to Del; she kept this promise since. They tried to have a baby. After another year of trying the doctors visits started. The doctors, after batteries of tests, decided there was nothing wrong with them. "You need to relax and let nature take its course." It was the advise they kept getting. They relaxed, but as time passed with no sign of pregnancy, relaxing was getting harder. Suddenly she was thirty-five and Del thirty-eight and this affair with young Ursula started. There were danger signs. The girl was absolutely gorgeous, beside being young with a beautiful body. She hd a fine taste for cloths and wore the most expensive of designer dress. She had several bikinis and enjoyed sun-bathing. One day she caught Del looking hungrily at her stretched on towel in the sun. He smiled a guilty smile and said softly, "cute little thing this Ursula." The he seemed to run into Ursula and have long conversations with her. Ursula took care of their backyard and started a rose garden. Del developed and green thumb and found the time on to help her. That involved having long discussions with her whenever he had some free time. About four week ago this affair started, Linda estimated. For her past indiscretion she was willing to forgive Del and call it even. However, she was never willing to lose him or leave the marriage. She had to do something as smart and as creative as she was. She had a plan, a well thought out plan. And she needed a little help from her friends, old and new. She needed Jason. She needed a man who could sweep the young slut off her feet. If there was one man for the job it was Jason. Bad boy Jason. Jason was her on-the-side dish, but that was long before Delbert proposed and she said yes. Jason was the bad boy who waited till your ivy-league date brought you home before curfew then came knocking on your window. Jason then crawled in your bed and taught you the facts of life. He did that to Linda many years ago and took her from girlhood into womanhood. She thought of Jason often. That summer when Del, who was only her steady date at the time, left her alone all summer for some cabin up north soul searching. Jason proposed to her first on condition to have an open marriage. "What's an open marriage," she asked innocently. He found it funny that she did not know. They were in bed in his room. "Well my love, it is a marriage that leaves a lot of room for other people to be invited in our beds for fun times. I really love you Linda but I am not made for monogamy." She was shocked, she was excited and she thought about it. She simply could not imagine it no matter how Jason went explaining the possibilities. It just was one of those things that better left as fantasy. Then at the end of that summer Del came back and proposed. Jason was heartbroken, he said and acted heartbroken and hurt. He even left town and went on a trip for self-discovery. He came back two years later and started a new store selling sports equipments. Time did not seem to touch him the way it touched other mortals. He remained youthful and playful. He tried to make contact and she felt this weakness she always felt for him, but she told him she was devoted and fully committed to her husband. He took it in a stride but added sincerely, "I envy him. If he ever hurt you I'll see to it that he pays for it." Well, she was hurt and she had her plan in place. The objective of her plan was simple: She would give Del the sex of his life when he thought he was with young Ursula. She would find a way to get Ursula out of the way in the nick of time and be in her bed when Del came stealing into her bed. Then she will show him what a lay he has for a wife. The devil, however, was in the detail. "You shall do what?" Paulette almost chocked on her coffee when she heard of Linda's plan. Linda explained again that Jason should be able to get Ursula out of the way and she herself will be waiting in the bed downstairs for her husband and catch him in the act. Best Laid Plans "Linda, please. Why don't you do something else for fun. Get yourself a diversion, a hot young one. Veal has a better feel." "Because I want to keep my husband not to widen whatever rift is there," Linda shot back. They were sitting in a booth in a small diner out of the campus area. Lunch hour was over and the place was almost empty. A handsome man came towards them with a spring in his stride. He got Paulette's attention at once. "Hi there." "Hi Jason. You never met my friend Paulette. Paulette, this is Jason." "Hi, no we never met before unfortunately." Jason said while taking his seat. He seemed to have taken Paulette's breath away. "So, what do you say Paulette." "Huh. Oh, I would say your plan just might work." The two women laughed and Jason smiled patiently, "I take it you will let me on the joke." Linda started slowly from the beginning and highlighted her plan. "You want me to do what?" He said, rather amazed. "I want you to run interference for me and take a horny young coed out of the way so I can sleep with my husband in her bed." "Run this by me one more time, why are you sure it is your husband?" She explained, slowly, how she saw his figure on two occasions steal in the house from the back, the build, the gait and the walk. Whenever that happened he would call earlier that he would be working very late. When Ursula was not home, probably busy somewhere else, he just had nothing to keep him late at work. All the corporate mergers seem to vanish by a magic wand. "Alright, alright, those are too many coincidences to be coincidences," he admitted He thought for few seconds then added, "this is a plan alright Linda baby, but there is a heck of a devil in the detail." "You will figure it out. I am sure it will be a walk in the park for you." It was Paulette who spoke this time. She seemed to have found enough of her wits back. Paulette, being Paulette, was starting to flirt. Linda excused herself and went to the washroom. She neither needed the washroom nor her nose needed powdering. The first part of her plan was to get those two together and let the devil take care of some details. At least Jason will not ask for her sex. Jason always did, and in the most persuasive way. She was not sure she could resist him. When she joined them back, they had changed seats and were practically cuddling and Jason had traces of lipstick on his lips. Paulette had a cigarette dangling between her lips, still unlit. Paulette smoked only after sex; she apparently was getting ready. Jason's hand under the table seemed suspiciously heading to Paulette's crotch. Jason was not just a pretty face, he had brains as well as brawn and looks. He was the boy from the wrong side of the tracks who seemed to enjoy outwitting the rich kids by seducing their women. His scholarship was on academic excellence; while Delbert's was for football. In the end Jason remained the playful child he always was. He made a some money selling sports equipment then made a fortune writing computer games and driving a Hummer with a big decal reading "PLAY_RIGHT". That was the name of his company. A younger Linda had fallen for him but his excessive sexuality and total lack of inhibition frightened her. Delbert was solid and gentle; even in football he liked to catch the bomb pass and run for the end zone than to hit people. Linda was right, in the few minutes while working on Paulette, Jason figured out his end of the plan. "It is simple. I'll make contact with this young girl and if all goes well then in a couple of days I should be able to take her far away on a short notice. The idea is not to give her a chance to cancel a date. You understand? Of course you do," he sounded animated with his line of reasoning. He continued, "When Del calls about working late, you give me a buzz, of course the earlier in the day the better. Then I'll carry whatshername away on the wings of my Humvie and never stop till we reach my cabin far away. Does she have a cell-phone?" "Gee, I dunno, I suppose." "Don't worry, if she has one I'll make sure it does not work. If he has a date with her he'll show up. Go get him tigeress." "Have known you for years Linda not realizing what a conniving bitch you are," Paulette said. "It's even, didn't know you were one either," Linda said back. "I am not a conniving bitch, I am only a horny one." They laughed. Jason got up to leave and Paula got up, Linda said she will finish her coffee first. She stayed fifteen minutes thinking things over, decided she wanted to go through with it. She could imagine the look on Del's face when she turns the light on and he discovers the hot sex he just had was with his own wife; that she too can outscrew the youngest and hottest on campus. She had played the scenario in her mind in many variations and it thrilled her to the point of sexual arousal. She stayed extra fifteen minutes. Paula's car was still in the parking lot. She drove off. In the nearby lover's lane Jason's Hummer was parked, windows open and cigarette smoke streaming out of it. She smiled: They could not wait to get home and did it by the side of the road like teenagers with runaway sex drive. Her plan was working just beautifully. ******* It did not take Jason long to arrange a "chance" encounter with Ursula. She was pretty and carried her sensuality clearly and naturally. He wanted her for real; but then, there was not many women he did not want to fuck. This one in particular made him hot. She responded to his advances without hesitations. He would later tell Paulette proudly, "ten minutes after we met, she was on my lap in the backseat and what a lovely fuck she is." Paulette, humping on top of him said with rapid breathing, "you're not too bad a fuck yourself." Later, Paulette called Linda, "She is spending the night with Jason. I guess I'll have to go and find me a young one for the night." Del came home early that day. The second night Ursula was not home and Del came home early as well. The third night he called and gave her the line of working late. She called Jason at once. "Aha, that is because I told your tenant that I am busy tonight. But I'll surprise her with a trip out of town right now. Go get him and you owe me one." The spider's web was ready to capture Del by his open fly. ********* Darkness fell, the clock said 8:30 and Linda was in Ursula's bed. She was excited but Del was a bit late. Give him another hour. Even cheating husbands could be working somewhat late for real sometimes. Few minutes to nine she heard the door click. It swung open and she stayed in bed on her tummy. The room was dark, there was no danger of him seeing her. He pretended to be asleep and could hear him drop his pants. His big hand grabbed her throat from behind, "Del?" She asked trying to sound as the other woman. "Yes, it's Del, who else." He was whispering in rough gravely voice; you could hear his lust. Linda was excited she was getting wet quickly. His hand left her throat and moved along her spine, applying pressure where it counted and making her hornier. He fingered her pussy, first one, then two then three fingers. "Oh you whore, you are wet waiting for me. Are you my little whore?" His voice was getting huskier "Yes, yes," she mewed. He got on top of her, she could feel a very hard cock between her cheeks, teasing her asshole some, Then he shoved deeply and suddenly into her cunt while his hands gripping both breasts and squeezing her nipples. She screamed of pain and pleasure and he started thrusting hard and feverish into her vagina. Wave after wave of pain and pleasure shot from nipple to clit then covered her body like electricity. He was biting her she felt his teeth break skin, licking her blood and biting some more. The hands were big like Del's, the body was muscular and heavy. The cock hammering her cunt was not Del's. It was an awesome cock, but it wasn't Del's. The silky feeling of uncut cock was unmistakable. This was a Hans-style cock in her, with a difference. If Hans' was the sedan this one was the SUV of uncut cocks. Whoever was on top of her hammering away in her was not Del. It felt so good she was surprised how hard she came. She realized she was screaming on the top of her lungs and so was he. She felt herself spasm with him and her vaginal muscle contract violently around his cock squeezing more of his cum. Her cunt was milking his cock. It made his orgasm so intense she felt his cock lift her off the bed with every rope, she felt every shot of cum going deep into her womanhood. Warm liquids ran down her thighs and they were still cumming. It was long and intense orgasm before she subsided. He never got soft, he just stopped for few seconds then started round two of high intensity fucking. He was super-endowed and with an incredible stamina and virility. He was cumming with gigantic spasms and screams and she was matching him. Finally he flipped her on her back. He was incredibly strong. He had climaxed half a dozen times in her cunt and his erection was still hard, but gentler. He kissed her passionately then pulled one breast and started biting her nipple, now hard and sore. Then he shoved his cock hard up her ass. There was so much fluids that the whole area was well lubed-up. He shoved it hard with a growl, she screamed again. Her asshole, used to anal regularly thanks mainly to Del, was stretched beyond its normal limits. Yet she loved it when he started pounding her in the ass. He came in her rectum very quickly. This time her squirt went upwards and he felt it hot hitting his groin area. Finally he was spent. His hands became gentler massaging her breasts and she felt his cock get softer and recede out of her rectum. He kissed her tummy and then in his throaty voice said, "You are the best piece of tail this wolf had. The best piece of meat the big bad wolf devoured. You are the best fuck in the whole world and glad you liked it my whore." after a short pause he added as making a declaration, "the wolf pronounces you his bitch-wolf." He put his spent cock in her hand, she started kissing it. She was willing to take it in er mouth, harden it some more, feel it rock her insides one more time. He moved quickly, utting back his pants on. She never had a chance to put her lips around it. Then he was gone. She was sore all over. This was sex she never experienced before. It was pure wild animal sex. The room smelled of animals in heat doing what animals do. She was dazed in the erotic zone between the extremes of pain and pleasure. Her body wanted more of it, she would have masturbated if she were not too sore. She touched herself and realized she could not take anymore, yet she wished this stranger would come and fuck her again. She needed more sex. In the back of her mind she knew she was sliding towards sexual mania. Then she sat abruptly with the sobering thought. If that was, who was he? Where is Del? Somehow, with her needy body, she did not seem to care about much. She pulled herself together and headed to her own bed. When Del finally came home past midnight she was fast asleep. When he climbed into bed she could only smell the scent of shampoo, water and soap, just like him. ******************** She needed to talk to someone. The thoughts on her head were screams. She felt ashamed that her plan went so wrong, felt more shame for liking what happened , for being treated like a beast of pleasure, like an object for that wolf man to dump his cum. Her body ached for a repeat performance and her mind recoiled at the thought. She was not sure she could even talk to Paulette about it. There were to many questions to answer. The answers came from Jason directly and through Paulette. It took few days of Jason working on Ursula till he found out the truth, at least part of the truth. Ursula slept with Del only three times, exactly in the manner Ursula described. But Del was a regular in Jessica's bed, not Ursula. Jessica was a young lawyer who just joined the firm. Jessica was also Ursula lesbian lover; Jessica orientation was equally divided between men and women. So as it happened, whenever she slept with Ursula, she did not need Del and the opposite was true. Whenever Ursula was not home she was with Jessica and Del went home early. It was an affair but nothing serious. Del loved his wife, he just needed some diversion, Ursula assured Jason. That was little consolation for Linda. She was at a point where she did not care about Del's cheating anymore. In the back of her mind she blamed herself for most of the mess. The bigger question remained: Who was that man with a huge uncut cock? Who was the Big Bad Wolf? When Linda missed her period, she question became more pressing. The pregnancy test confirmed what she suspected or actually rather knew intuitively: She was, at long last, pregnant. She remembered how she screamed when the stranger shoved his hard cock into her; how even louder she screamed climaxing while feeling him cum in her with huge convulsions of a muscular cock. She remembered her multiple orgasms and his huge yield of sperm , the brutality of his fuckings. There was no doubt in her mind whose child that was. The big question remained: Who was the lucky dad. Linda was determined to find out the identity of the sex partner who knocked her up in one night of hot sex after five years of nightly coupling with her husband failed. And, screw the doctors, she was not even relaxed when he fucked her hot, heavy and hard. Jason loved to play with Ursula. If she knew who was in her bed with Linda that night, she will fess it up. Ursula loved the game, loved being Jason's sex toy. In his bed he tied her four limbs to the four posters. He did this once to Ursula before when he made her confess all the traffic between her legs. Now what does he want to know. He blindfolded her. She felt his cock near her face teasing her mouth. She sucked and he pulled out and came all over her lovely face, filling her senses with his manly scent and taste. He put earphones in her ears and she could hear only his voice in moments of lust and orgasm. Next came the nipple-clamps. The swet pain shot from her breasts to her vagina, her pussy stated to sweat. Gently Jason started from her toes, she could feel his gentle massages, loving mouth sucking her toes, his tongue climbing up her ivory columns towards her crotch. She sensed his heavy breathing on her cunt, her clit hard and ripe. She felt the electric stimulators being attached to her nipples and around her pelvis. A tiny electrode went into her rectum. With controls in hand he started the ultimate sweet torture. In few minutes she started to hump the air with her pelvis, arching her back and raising her buttocks off the bed. She screanmed and begged him to fuck her, make her cum. "Please master, fuck me and make me cum." "Only one question this time my little whore. Remember the day I took you to the cottage and made you know the pleasure of this torture?" "Ohh yes I do." "Who was supposed to sneak in your bed and fuck you that night." "Oh, master please, I was going home to study and go to bed early." He increased the vibrations, started the anal one and her screaming was making him so horny he had trouble containing his cock. In few minutes he realized she was not lying. He bend over and with few clicks of his tongue on her clit, she exploded. Then he undid everything and she collapsed in his arms, shuddering with the after shock of her climax. Gently, he entered her and fucked her tenderly till he came again. She never stopped shuddering and talking in tongues till they both fell asleep in each other's arms. If Paulette was not in his life, he would have fallen for this younger slut for sure. The question remained: Who knocked Linda up? Linda did not want to believe Ursula's claim of not knowing who was coming for her that night. She thought of approaching Ursula herself one evening. She was bout to go downstairs and ask her personally, plead with her but decided to watch the early news first. The news bulletin had the answer. "City police and campus security announced there is a serial rapist on campus and surrounding areas. Women are warned to take the necessary precautions of securing doors and windows. The suspect is believed to be Caucasian and he refers to himself as the big bad wolf, or the wolf. Police is asking the public's help..." Linda's face lost all color with the shock of the news and the horrible meaning they carry for her and the unborn baby. Best Laid Plans Roger sighed as he pulled a small box from his jacket pocket. He removed the cover and watched the gold chain sparkle in the sunlight coming through the window over the kitchen sink. He had planned to give his wife the necklace for Valentine's Day and then take her some place romantic for dinner and dancing. However, the likelihood of that happening now appeared bleak. He recalled how Gail had practically dragged him into the jewelry store at the mall about three months ago to show him the necklace even though she had admitted they couldn't afford it. To earn extra money, he'd started working Saturdays for a contractor who needed temporary help building a new house. She never complained about him being gone every Saturday, but he knew from her actions that she didn't like it. And then last Monday she'd been on the phone when he arrived home from work. When she got off the phone she had informed him that she was going to Pittsburgh to spend a few days with her sister, Tara. She had left the following day, and except for a brief message on the answering machine to let him know that she had arrived safely, he hadn't heard a word from her. He felt the need for a cup of coffee, but didn't want to brew a whole pot so he got out the electric teakettle and heated water for a cup of instant. As he sat at the table sipping the coffee an idea popped into his head—since he didn't need to work Saturdays anymore why not drive to Pittsburgh tonight and really surprise her. * He pulled into the parking lot of a Super 8 motel about two miles from Jeff and Tara Bailey's home at 9:15 pm. He didn't think it would be a good idea to just drop in on them this late at night. He managed to get a room on the ground floor and after entering the room he used his cell phone to call the Bailey's number. Jeff answered after the third ring. "Hello..." "Hi Jeff, this is Roger Bell...I'd like with speak with Gail if she's not busy." "Sorry Roger, she's not here right now. She and Tara and a couple of Tara's friends are having a girl's night out." "Oh...did they say where they were going or what time to expect them back?" "Tara said they were planning to eat at Alfredo's Italian Restaurant, but after that they weren't sure if they'd take in a movie or go some place for a few drinks and dancing or whatever. She didn't have any idea what time they'd be home...told me not to wait up." "Sounds like they plan to make a night of it. I'll try to catch her sometime tomorrow." Damn, if they're out late tonight she probably won't feel like going out tomorrow night. He browsed through a copy of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette that he'd picked up in the lobby then climbed into bed. He'd just started to doze off when car doors slamming and loud voices brought him wide awake. He could hear a man speaking, but with a strong accent and he couldn't understand most of what the guy said. But then he heard a woman's voice and had no problem understanding her slurred words. "Hurry up and get that damn door open Vince...I need some of that Italian sausage you've been bragging about." Drunk as a dodo bird, he thought, but...something about the woman's voice bothered him. He tossed back the covers and hurried to the window. He pulled back the curtain just enough to peek out and noticed a black BMW parked beside his Subaru. As he watched, the woman pushed herself off the fender of the black car and staggered to where a short, stocky man stood fumbling with the door key. He tried to see the woman's face, but she kept looking at the ground. After they entered their room he got back into bed, but lay staring at the ceiling for a long time before falling asleep. When he stepped outside the next morning the BMW was gone, the door to their room stood partially open, revealing the messed up bed. Must have had a ball in there last night, he thought. He turned to go, but a shiny object on the ground near the open door caught his attention. He stepped over and picked it up—a gold bracelet. "Oh god, no!" Now he understood why the woman's voice had bothered him. Gail's name with a rose on either side of it etched on the front of the bracelet brought tears to his eyes and bile to his throat. He had given it to his wife for their first anniversary. After checking out of the motel, he drove to Jeff and Tara's home, parked on the street and then used his cell phone to call the house. He didn't trust himself to hold his temper if he went inside just yet. It rang about four or five times before a sleepy sounding Jeff answered. "Hello..." "Morning Jeff, this is Roger again. Sorry to be a pest, but I've been wondering what time the girls made it home last night. "Oh shit Roger, I don't know. It's too early to think...haven't had my coffee yet. I was just fixing it when the phone rang." "Sorry Jeff, I understand, but...were you still up when they got home?" "No, I waited until midnight and they weren't home so I gave up and went to bed. I got up to go to the bathroom around two-thirty and Tara was in bed then...must have been real quiet when she came in because I didn't hear her." "Okay, but do you know if Gail came back with Tara?" "Well hell Roger, I would have to assume so since they went in Tara's car. Why would you think...?" "Do me a favor and check to see if she's even there." 'Damn it Roger, I know she's here...saw her when I got up. She's using the spare bedroom and she didn't close the door all the way." "Okay, thanks Jeff. He dropped the phone back in his pocket, walked up the short driveway, and wrapped on the kitchen door. Jeff opened the door then stood with his mouth open for about ten seconds before he stepped back. "Roger! What the hell are you doing here...how did you...? Oh never mind, it don't matter, come on in and grab a seat. The coffee is ready and I need it." He pulled a chair from the table and plopped down on it. Jeff poured two mugs of coffee, set one in front of him and then sat across from him with the other. "Now then, would you care to explain what the hell is going on? Have you and Gail been having marriage problems? Is that why she came here without you?" He took a sip of coffee then just stared into the mug as he thought about how to answer. "If we're having problems, it's news to me. Gail hasn't been complaining about anything. She was on the phone Monday when I got home from work. She hung up right after I walked in and then told me she wanted to visit Tara for a few days because they hadn't seen each other for several months. But...after last night I don't know what to think, and I'd rather not say any more until I've had a chance to talk with her. He got up and stood by the sink and looked out the window. "Roger! What are you doing here? Gail didn't tell me you were coming." He turned and saw Tara in the doorway to the living room fumbling with the sash of her housecoat and staring at him with a puzzled expression. "Good morning Tara...you look lovely as usual." He gave her a catty grin then returned to his seat at the table. "Don't be sarcastic Roger, I'm well aware of how I look, and I feel even worse." Jeff took another mug from the cupboard and filled it with coffee. "Come sit down dear. This will help clear the cobwebs from your head. Roger has something he wants to discuss with your sister when she gets up." Tara sat beside Jeff with her elbows on the table and her head in her hands for several minutes. She finally picked up the mug and peered at him over the top with a wounded look in her eyes. "Okay Roger, what's going on between you and Gail? It must be serious for you to drive way up here instead of calling her on the phone." "Well, actually, since today is Valentine's Day, I had planned to surprise her and..." "Roger! What the hell are you doing here?" "My god, Jeff, you need to do something about the echo in this house. That's the third time I've heard that this morning." He turned around to face his wife as she scuffed into the kitchen, her face ashen, dark shadows around her eyes, and hair looking like she hadn't combed it in a week. "Well look who's finally up. Did you have a rough night too Gail, or just a hard one? Would you like to tell us about it now or would you prefer to wait until you've had your coffee and something to eat." "Coffee sounds good, but I'm not hungry." She pulled out a chair at the end of the table and slumped into it. A lump formed in his throat as he watched her. When and why had things gone astray? Did she even love him anymore, he wondered? He had to find out what happened. Would she tell him or try to lie her way out of it. "I can understand you not being hungry Gail, after that sausage you had last night." . "How did you...?" Her face went pale and she stared at him with a stricken look for several seconds then appeared to relax just a bit. "Oh, of course, Tara told you about us having the spaghetti with sausage sauce." "No Gail, your sister didn't tell me anything. I called last night and Jeff told me you were having a girl's night out—Italian restaurant then dancing or whatever. It's the damned whatever that I'm worried about. And it looks like you got smashed and then...." Tara pushed back from the table. "I'm going to take a shower." "Before you go Tara...would you mind telling me what time you got home last night?" She stopped and gave him a look of uneasy puzzlement. "I don't see that it's any of your business Roger, but I got home a few minutes after one." "Okay, and Gail, next question is for you. Did you come home with Tara?" He saw the blood drain from her face as she looked at her sister, and then she turned back to him. "What the hell is this roger...twenty questions?" Of course I..." "Hold it Gail—before you say anymore, make damned sure you're telling the truth, because if you lie to me..." "Have I ever lied to you before Roger, about anything?" "Not that I'm aware of and this would not be a good time to start." "Roger, it's been a long time since you've taken me out for dinner and dancing. And you've been going somewhere every Saturday for almost three months and then coming home too tired to even make love to me. I figured you were cheating on me, but never said anything because I didn't want to lose you. When Tara decided it was time to come home I wasn't ready to leave. I wanted to stay and dance some more so I asked Vince, the guy I'd been dancing with, if he'd give me a ride and he said he'd be happy to. I really don't remember very much about what happened after Tara and her friends left, but I'm quite sure I had only one more drink. I guess that was one more than I should have." "Do you remember stopping anywhere on the way or even what time you got here?" "Not really, but I don't understand where you're going with all of these questions." "Maybe I can refresh your memory Gail. Where is the bracelet that I gave you for our first anniversary?" She held out her arm. "It's right here on...oh...oh god...I...I must have..." He pulled the bracelet from his pocket and tossed it onto the table. "I found it on the ground near the motel room where you told Vince to hurry up and get the damned door open because you needed some of that Italian sausage he'd been bragging about." Tears rolled down his wife's cheeks as she stared at him with a stricken look. "Oh god Roger, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't even realize what I had done until I woke up this morning." Jeff got up and stood behind Tara's chair with his hands on her shoulders. "Okay Roger, I can see why you suspected that Gail didn't come home with Tara, but you still haven't told us why you're here and why you didn't let us know you were coming." "I guess it was just fate that I decided to stay at that motel last night and then Vince brought my wife to the room right next to mine. But Gail, I want you know that I have never ever cheated on you. All those Saturdays..." He took the box from his pocket and laid it on the table in front of her. "I was helping a contractor build a new house so I'd have the money to buy the necklace you showed me at the mall. I had been planning to surprise you with it for Valentine's Day and then take you out to dinner, however, that fell through when you came up here. When I got home from work yesterday, I got the idea of coming up here to surprise you— and I'll be damned if that didn't backfire and I'm the one who got surprised. I guess it's true...the best laid plans of mice and me..." He got up and started for the door. Gail jumped up and ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. "Please don't go Roger. I love you and if you still love me we can put this behind us. And I promise I'll never do anything like that again." "After what you've told us Gail, I don't think you intended to do it this time. I think you were drugged. And yes, I still love you and may be able to forgive you, but I don't think I'll ever forget...and we better not have sausage for breakfast anymore." He leaned over and kissed her. This may be a happy Valentine's Day after all, he thought. Best Laid Plans Thanks to the knee doctor for editing assistance. I really hated the gatherings at the county club every few weeks. It seems like they had a million excuses to justify some sort of frivolous party so that a bunch of rich people could get together and take ego trips. My wife, Sandra, loved to go and seemed to look forward to them. Unfortunately, the last year or so she started drinking too much and sometimes ended up embarrassing herself or me. Sandra and I had been married for twenty-four years. We had three children; all in college. I met my wife when I was getting my MBA and we seemed to hit it off from the start. Things started cooling down between us about ten years ago, and I assumed it was natural. I would have appreciated a little more affection and a little more sex, but hated to push it. I pretty much resigned myself to the fact that the rest of my life would be less than romantic. I had a good job and made good money, in fact it was great. Putting three kids through college took a big chunk out of the budget and savings, but we were still well off. Of course, Sandra didn't have to work and didn't want to. Her time was spent doing community work and social activities. My income was necessary to support that. She still looked good for her age. I think a lot of that was a result of many trips to the spa and beauty salon. I was sort of average; a little bulge around the middle and a little gray on the temples. I dressed well because of my job and my wife's love of shopping. I was good at my job but not really happy. I was ready to try something new, something that I would enjoy, and not have to worry about how much it paid. I also wanted to move somewhere else. The house was way too large for the two of us and I hated the cost and time involved in keeping it up. My wife would not even consider discussing such ridiculous ideas. She wanted her big house, countyclub, and wealthy friends. At one such gathering, I wandered around the club joining in little conversations here and there about stupid things. The night was getting old and I was nursing my last drink for an hour or so. Sandra, on the other hand, was just getting up to steam. It appeared that she had been drinking a little more than usual and it was showing. Eight or ten of the local dowagers were sitting together having a cat chat as I walked up. The conversation seemed to be about sex. That was my signal to turn the other way. As I turned to exit the room, I heard my wife in a louder than normal voice, "Hell, if it wasn't for Todd Mitchell, I would never have had any good sex in my lifetime." The group grew suddenly quiet. Some of the ladies had noticed me standing close by. As if clued by the lack of laughter, Sandra turned and saw me. The excess alcohol was definitely having an effect on her judgment. "Robert, I didn't know you were standing there. You were not supposed to hear that darling. I'm sorry, my bad." She followed that up with a few drunken giggles, like a little girl. The ladies sitting in the immediate area did not know how to react. A few of them walked away quietly and the rest just sat without talking. Sandra was looking at me with a silly smirk on her face like she just did something mischievous. I placed my glass on a nearby table, and slowly left the room and the club. I didn't go home. I went to the airport and thirty minutes later was on a commuter flight to Reno. I liked Reno far better than Las Vegas. My relationship with Sandra now became a lot clearer. I was able to understand things that had eluded me before. A weekend in Reno would help clarify a few more things. I turned my cell phone off. I had no trouble getting a room at one of the casinos. I opened an account for twenty thousand dollars and the comp room quickly followed. Interesting thing about the casino accounts: since they are not banks, they are not under federal regulations, and no reports are required to the government. If you win big bucks on a slot or at Keno it must be reported, but anything you deposit in your account is not traceable. I was not really interested in gambling of any type, but I did like their banking set up. By the time I woke up it was noon on Saturday. I was analyzing my situation over a burger and fries. I liked Reno. The climate was comfortable because of the high altitude. Because of the gaming, there were a lot of other reasonable services available close by. I had to take a walk down by the Truckee to pay my respects to all the broken marriages. I wasn't planning on a Reno divorce, but I might like to add my ring to the riverbed at a later date. Going back to the hotel/casino, I passed a realtor's office with lots of pictures in the front display window. All of a sudden, a condo in Reno started to make sense. After an hour in the office and two hours driving around, I found a small, furnished unit that I really liked. The trouble was, I couldn't buy it while I was married. Luckily, I was able to swing a discrete, lease-to-buy agreement with a big deposit. The big deposit was my idea and the seller loved it. One of the best decisions I made, early in my marriage, was to manage and control the family finances myself. Sandra did not have a knack for figures or banking. She was more than happy to let me pay the bills as long as she could spend the money. I treated myself to a beautiful sushi supper that evening. Before going to bed, I deposited another ten thousand dollars, from my Visa card, into the casino fund. I hated paying the cash advance fee, but figured in this case, it was worth it. I was up bright and early the next morning and was able to catch breakfast in the casino restaurant. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast hit the spot. I was trying to kill time with my second cup of coffee when I noticed my waitress had a big shiner. She was trying to hide it by combing her hair forward but it wasn't working. She was a nice looking girl in her mid-forties. I watched her flit from table to table, doing her best to keep everyone happy. I got the feeling that this was something new to her, because she was trying too hard. An experienced waitress would have been a little smoother and more confident. She seemed determined to do a good job and I admired that. "Your name tag says Donna. Is that your real name?" "No. My name is Dora, but Donna was the closest tag they had." "Well Dora, I will have one more cup of coffee and I promise to leave a big tip if you tell me about the black eye." "Why don't I pour you a refill and you can leave a smaller tip and I'll ignore your question?" "Fair enough. It was rude of me to pry." I already had the key to the condo, so I decided to get a few things to set up housekeeping. First stop was down the street at the Silver Spur used car lot. I grabbed a Focus sedan with more miles on it than I care to mention. It wouldn't be too good for a long trip, but OK to run around in. I guess I could have rented, but I was planning on coming back on a regular basis for awhile. For a couple hundred dollars, I was able to get all I needed to live comfortably, including a few changes of clothes. The rest of the day, I spent opening accounts at several casinos. I wrote checks made out to the place I was at. The money went into my account and disappeared. No audit trail. By the end of the day I had deposited sixty thousand dollars at four different casinos. I got a small spiral notebook I could carry in my pocket and entered the amounts, date, and casino name. This was a chronological record of the money I lost gambling over the weekend. Of course I hadn't bet a dime, but who was going to challenge me. Everyone knew I was a lousy Poker player, so any losses I had at roulette, craps, or blackjack would be believable. I had six months to come up with the down payment for the condo. That should be no problem. I totally forgot about lunch, so by the time supper rolled around, I was starved. The easiest place to go was where I had breakfast. As luck would have it, Dora was my waitress. "Why are you still here? Looks like a long day." "I have to work double shifts to get by. I didn't think rent would be so high here. What would you like to drink?" It was better not to be too nosey. I ordered my meal and tried to be a good boy for the rest of the time. When I finished, she brought my check and stopped for a moment. "I'm sorry for being so short with you this morning. I am having a hard time getting used to being here, and I am a little self conscious about the eye. It was a parting present from my husband, when I told him I was coming here to get a divorce. It's not the first one, but I hope it will be the last. Thanks for the nice tip at breakfast, by the way. It helps." She smiled as she walked away, but it was a sad smile. I thought about her the rest of the night. That night, I concluded that there was not much more I could do right way. I had to get home to take care of a few things before I could set up anything else here. I had no trouble getting a flight lined up for the return trip, but was unsure what I was going to do when I got there. Dora was working the next morning and I was able to get one of her tables. I stopped her when she dropped off the check, after the meal. "I have a small problem and I was wondering if you could help me out? I have to leave today, and won't be back for a week or so. I need someone to house sit for me. It's a two-bedroom condo, so you wouldn't have to worry about any living conflicts. Could you possible help me out? It will be for at least a couple months." "Are you serious? No strings attached?" "I hate to leave the place alone. Ninety percent of the time it will be just you, and when I am here, I will stay out of your way. Promise." I really didn't care if somebody broke in and cleaned the place out. There wasn't that much to lose. I couldn't let Dora know that. "Ok. Is it within walking distance of the diner?" "It is pretty close, but I am leaving you my car also. Make sure it always has gas for when I come back. I will call you ahead of time. There is a machine on the phone." Dora just stood and looked at me. I think she was afraid that it was a set-up. I didn't have time to convince her otherwise. "Here is the condo key and the car key. The car is parked at the condo. It is a dark blue, Ford Focus. Here is the address for the condo. If you don't feel comfortable about it, don't go. I will pick up the keys when I come back next Friday." I wrote the address on a napkin and handed it to her. She took the napkin and keys and just looked at me." Dora, don't worry about it. If you do, it's fine. If you decide not to, it's still fine." An hour later, I was on my flight home. I would have rather stayed in Reno. After picking up my car at the long-term lot, I drove by the house. Sandra's car was gone, so I decided to get a few things for the rest of the week. I loaded the car with underwear, clothes, shoes and my laptop. It took less than ten minutes. I also got my passport and birth certificate. The company had several kitchenette type units on consignment. My position authorized me to use one of them as I saw fit. I reserved it for the next two weeks. I put the laptop battery on the charger, and then called my eldest son, Jason. I told him that his mother and I were having some domestic problems and I would be tied up for a while. I ask him to explain it to his sisters, and tell them not to worry. All three of them were at Auburn. I got a group discount, but still had to pay out-of-state tuition. At least I could afford it. I hung up, put the cell phone on a charger, and hit the shower. The only thing I got to eat on the plane was a bag of peanuts. I was looking forward to a nice supper. Monday was a busy day. Before doing anything else I went to the bank and got a second mortgage on the house: a big one. I now owed more on the house than it was worth. By the end of this month, that would change. I contacted Auburn, directly from the bank, and we reached an agreement on prepaid tuition for the kids. The bank wired two hundred and forty thousand dollars directly to the school. That left me with a cashier's check for just over two hundred thousand, to take to Reno. I cashed in two CD's, and paid the penalty, and closed out the Money Market Account. I decided to leave the credit cards alone until the end of the month. By that time I was late for work. My faithful secretary was waiting with black coffee and a silly grin. "Good morning Mister Terrell. Are you going to tell me about what happened at the county club Friday, or am I going to have to believe all the rumors?" "Emily, the rumors are all true. Anything else you need to know?" Without blinking an eye, she responded, "What do you want me to do, to help?" "Get me everything you can on Todd Mitchell. I think he used to work here, but I am not sure. Arrange to have all my scheduled work done by some of the staff and don't give them a reason why. Any appointments or meetings I have set up should be shifted also. Any questions so far?" I got a big smile and a thumbs-up from Emily as she left the office. I had originally figured it would take me several weeks to arrange my affairs, but now I see that it could all be done in a week. I called my lawyer and arranged an immediate appointment. On the way out, I informed Emily that I was not taking or responding to any phone calls from my wife. Security was not to allow her in the building. Jerry Proctor was a friend of mine from college. We liked each other, but Jerry never did like Sandra. I figured he would be the perfect guy to handle my divorce. "I was at the country club Friday, Robert, so I think I know why you are here." "You are right." "I am not being a smart ass, Bob, but it is about time." "You are right again. I figured as long as I wasn't being publicly humiliated, I could stand it. That ended Friday." "I need access to all of your accounts, and a couple of powers of attorney. I'll have my girl prepare everything, and then give you a call. Anything special I should be aware of?" "Well, Jerry, I am afraid the trauma of what happened Friday triggered something in me. I find that I have become addicted to gambling. I spent the weekend in Reno, and lost thousands and thousands of dollars. I am going back next weekend and I am afraid it will be worse." "Gee, good buddy. That is terrible. I assume you are keeping some kind of record or documentation of all of these loses." Jerry had a big smile on his face. "I have and I will. I guess it would be a good idea if I send you copies of everything." "Most definitely. You know Bob I don't think we should talk about this any more. Do you?" "You are right. Do you need anything else?" "I'm good Bob. Get the hell out of here and take care of business. Take this financial worksheet with you. Fill it out and bring it back when you come in to sign those forms tomorrow. I got your back buddy." It was about that time, I realized I missed lunch. Emily had a nice little sheet waiting for me with information about Todd Mitchell. She recommended I speak to Wilma Grimm in the personnel department before doing anything else. Wilma had been with the company forever. She ran a tight ship and did a good job. She always wore a business suit and always had her hair in a tight bun. Her confidence made her a little intimidating to anyone who met her. If Emily wanted me to see her, it must be important. "Good afternoon Mister Terrell. Have a seat." She was trying to put me at ease, but it wasn't working. It was like being in a room with a nun teacher. I was a grown man, in an important position, and I was in awe of this woman. She shut her office door. "Emily gave me a run down of what is going on. I don't contribute to office gossip but I do deal in facts. Todd Mitchell came to me in confidence three years ago. I swore I would not tell anyone what was discussed at that time, but it appears I cannot keep that promise. If at any time you are offended by something I say, please get up and leave and our discussion will be ended. If you don't like what you hear, do not get mad at me. I am just giving you the facts. Do you understand Mister Terrell?" "Yes, I understand. I think I am mature enough to accept whatever you tell me without throwing a temper tantrum." She gave a slight frown at my pathetic attempt to be humorous. "About three and a half years ago your wife, Sandra, approached Todd Mitchell at a company function. Drinking was heavy that night, and before the evening was over Todd and Sandra were having sex in one of the private offices. Todd was going to get married the next month. Sandra threatened to tell his fiancé unless he continued to meet her for sex. He was hoping that after he got married, she would leave him alone, but she didn't. She was forcing him to have sex with her for several months, under the threat of exposure. In desperation, he came to me for help. Of course he had to tell me the whole story. Naturally, I could not in good conscience, tell you, or anyone else. The best solution I had, was to transfer Todd to another office. After his relocation to Dallas, Sandra left him alone. Todd never told his wife about the problem. Any questions?" "It looks like Mister Mitchell was as big a victim in this fiasco as I was. I was contemplating some type of retribution, but that seems a little foolish now. Any recommendations Miss Grimm?" "Now that you know, you have the power. I think you should just let it die. Todd Mitchell is a good employee and an asset to the company. Don't screw him up over something your wife did." " Thanks for your time. I think you are right. Being forced to have sex with my wife is punishment enough." As we got up, Wilma smiled. "By the way it is not Miss, I have been married for 32 years." It was hard to imagine Wilma Grimm naked, in bed with a man. However, maybe, when she lets her hair down, she turns into some kind of sex goddess. All of a sudden, I found myself thinking of a dominatrix, and decided to mentally change the subject. I had more important things to worry about than Wilma's love life. Emily had rescheduled all my work, and I had a clean slate. My wife called three times, and refused to believe I was in Baltimore, as Emily said. Emily set up an appointment for me with the company president the next day and one with the legal department for that afternoon. I asked Emily to have supper with me. She laughed and said her husband would disapprove. She suggested I ask Wilma and laughed again. It took longer in the legal department than I had anticipated and I ended up keeping a few of the people overtime. I apologized, but they all seemed to understand. It turned out to be more complicated than I thought it would be. Redeeming my retirement plan for a cash settlement was difficult. Closing out the 401K and shared saving account went smoothly but took time. Cashing in my sick time, vacation time, and company insurance was easier than most of the things. By then, it was pretty apparent that I was leaving the company. I was hoping that it wouldn't leak back to my wife, before I was done. I ended up eating supper alone. For some odd reason I thought about Dora during the meal. I wondered if she moved into the condo. Was she still working a double shift? Although I hardly knew her, I was anxious to get back to Reno and see her. It seemed a little juvenile, and I tried to put it out of my mind. It was foolish to waste time thinking about fantasies that would never be. The next morning I cashed in two Whole Life insurance policies, and cancelled two term policies. I was amazed at the cash value the Whole Life policies had grown to. I could pick up the checks the next morning. My car was covered by the company insurance, but I cancelled the insurance on Sandra's Lexus. The lease was in her name, but the insurance was in mine. Before going into work, I swung by Jerry's office, dropped off the financial form, and signed a bunch of papers his secretary had ready. Emily had coffee ready when I got back to the office. Best Laid Plans "It is not my intention to rub salt into your wounds boss, but you need to talk to Calvin Bostic, down in settlements before you see Richard." Richard Ryder was the president of the company. I felt pretty sure that he already knew what I wanted to see him about. The settlements division was really down in the basement, to be exact. I don't know why everyone else got windows and sunlight and they got the dungeon. "Calvin, Emily said you wanted to talk to me." Calvin Bostic was a quiet guy who always got his work done. He was a no-nonsense type of guy: dull but efficient. He steered me over to a private corner. "I heard that things were coming to a head in your office. I am not into gossip or rumors, but I felt you needed to know something. About six years ago we had a guy here in our office named Raymond Upright. He was an OK guy, married with two kids. He got hooked up with your wife after an office party. She kept calling him, at home, and here in the office. He knew he made a mistake, and wanted to end it, but she wouldn't let him. She threatened to tell his wife, if he tried to dump her. The dumb shit called her bluff. Two days later, Ray's wife kicked him out. He started drinking and ended up losing his job. I don't know where he is now. Anyhow, Ray's wife threatened to tell you, about your wife's affair. As I understand it, your wife gave her ten grand to shut up. I have no proof about that last part." "Thanks Cal. I wonder if anybody else has some good news for me?" "I wasn't trying to get you upset Mister Terrell, but Emily said I should tell you." "You did the right thing. I appreciate it." I took the elevator straight up to the ninth floor. I was a little early for my appointment with Mister Ryder, but he took me right in. It was short and it was precise. The legal department, personnel department, and payroll, would take care of everything for me. When the smoke settled, I was to call him personally, from wherever I was. He gave me a card with his private cell number on the back. There were no promises, no regrets, and no bullshit. Although things were wrapped up on one hand, they were kept open on the other. I gave him a simple nod and left. I hadn't spoken a word. Emily was all smiles when I got back to the office. She handed me the usual cup of coffee. I smiled back and said. "Get me a flight to Reno for Thursday morning, with a two hour layover in Dallas." She made a motion with her head for me to look out the window. Sandra was down in the parking lot arguing with a security guard. "She's been down there over twenty minutes. They won't let her in and she won't leave. What do you want to do boss?" "Looks like the guards have everything under control. The only problem I have, is finding somebody to have supper with. I hate to eat alone." I called Jerry to see how things were going. He said he couldn't do anything until I straightened out the financial mess. I had to show him that I had no money. Right now, I was loaded. Between the checks I had, those that were coming, and the cash in the bank, I was a wealthy man. I promised I would go to Reno early, and not come back until I was flat broke. Every once in a while, somebody would stick their head in the door, and tell me that my wife wanted me to call her. She was having all her girl friends call their husbands at work to find me. I hung around the office for a few more hours cleaning things up, so that it would be easier for my replacement. Sandra was sitting on the hood of my car, waiting for me to come out. Emily smiled and handed me the keys to her Honda Civic. She said it was a good excuse to get her hubby to pick her up, and take her out for dinner. "By the way, you are not going to do anything stupid in Dallas, Are you?" "No, just tying up some loose ends. No vengeance, I promise." I drove to Allentown and had my supper at the Outback. I was back in my apartment before midnight. The next morning went fast. I signed more papers for Jerry, closed all the bank accounts, and cancelled all the credit cards. I even arranged to have all the utilities turned off at the house the next week. I picked up checks at the bank, insurance company, and at work. I had no idea I was worth so much money. I got a new cell phone and cancelled the ones that Sandra and I presently had. I sold my county club membership to an old friend, for twenty three thousand dollars. My replacement was in place when I stopped in at work for the last time. He seemed like a nice fellow. He got there from Boston with a twenty-four hour notice. He knew it was a good move for him. Emily knew more about running the office than I did, so it was not necessary for me to train him. There were some things at the house I wish I had, but they were not important enough for me to go back for.Emily told me to keep her car and she would have her hubby pick it up at the airport. I had to get a couple of cheap suitcases to put my stuff in at the apartment. Anything I forgot, I could buy in Reno. All of a sudden, I realized that I had done everything I could do. All my assets were now in cash. There were no stocks, no accounts, and nothing else of value, except the house, which I was giving to my wife. Air Blue was very accommodating. They had some seats available and were more than willing to move my flight up. I called Jerry at home. "Hey, buddy. Just wanted to let you know I am cutting out tonight. I assume you have everything you need." "I'm good, Bob. I can actually serve the papers tomorrow, but I still need that financial information as soon as possible." "You might as well go ahead and give them to her. I will start sending you some proof of financial irresponsibility, as soon as I can." "Be careful, Bob. I don't want to see either one of us get into trouble. I am sure Sandra will get a big shot to help her, probably from Philly. Of course he will be on contingency and could bail on her, as soon as things start to look bad." "It's all up to you Jerry. Do the best you can for me. Just don't pad the bill too much. I am going to be a very poor man soon. Don't forget that. One more thing: see if you can locate a guy named Raymond Upright. There is a good chance he could use a little help. Depending on the circumstances, I might be the one to do that." "Got it, Bobby. Have a good flight and keep in touch." I called the condo and left a message on the machine that I would be arriving later that night. I told her I would call, and I didn't want her to be alarmed, when she heard somebody at the door. At this point I didn't know if she would be there or not. I could hope. It was odd that, I didn't even know this lady, and yet I was hoping to have a relationship, of some sort with her. At this point, just having her as a friend would be fine. Her situation made her vulnerable, and I didn't want to seem like I was taking advantage of it. I arrived at Dallas early enough to have a comfortable breakfast. I was waiting in Todd Mitchell's office when he came in. I could tell he wasn't happy to see me. "Mister Terrell. I would like to say it is nice to see you, but I would not be telling the truth. I think we both know that." "Relax Todd. I hope you don't mind my being a little familiar. I am not here to bust your chops. I just wanted to let you know that I understand the situation you were in a while back, and that there are no hard feelings." "You could have done that on the phone." "I know, but it was on my way and I felt it was worth my time to clear the air." "I don't understand. Why would you want to do this? I am the one that screwed up. I should be apologizing to you for what happened. You didn't do a damn thing wrong. I was young and foolish and made a terrible mistake. To this day, I am too ashamed to even tell my wife." "You were partially to blame for what happened Todd, but I feel that most of the problem was caused by my wife. What she did, created problems for you, and now for me. I am not saying that you were completely innocent, but it was not entirely your fault. I don't want you to carry around any more guilt than you have to, because my loving wife was a slut." "That very generous of you to say that. I don't know what to say or what to do in return." I reached over and handed him one of Jerry's cards. "Later today, give my lawyer a call. There is a possibility that he might ask you to do something for me. It will be very discreet. He might say that he needs nothing at this time. At the most, I expect he will ask for a notarized statement confirming the affair. I promise that it will not get back to your wife." I got up and we shook hands. It felt odd, since this was one of the men who cuckolded me, but I thought it was appropriate. Todd Mitchell was a fine man and didn't deserve to have his life compromised for one indiscretion, even though it had happened several times. An hour later, I was back on my flight to Reno. I was trying to figure out what I did wrong. I worked hard to provide my wife and children with everything they could want or need. I think I did a pretty good job. It seems that while I was making sure everyone was being taken care of, I was neglecting my wife. When faced with problems like this we all try and determine why it happened. In my case, I usually figure out that I was somehow to blame. I can accept that, but as the circle comes round, I am forced to confront Sandra's attempts to make a cuckold out of me. That cannot be accepted or condoned. If she had been discreet, I probably would have let it all slide and forever blame myself. She wasn't discreet and I will not blame myself. The evening ended on a high note. When I landed at Reno/Tahoe International I was pleasantly surprised to see Dora waiting at the baggage pick-up. She had on jeans and a light blue Oxford shirt. It was the first time I saw her in anything other than a uniform. It was not my intent to have her pick me up when I called. I simply wanted her to know I was arriving. "Good evening, Dora. I wasn't expecting you." "I figured since I had your car, it was the least I could do." "Your not working?" "No, I was able to cut back, because of your generous offer." "Oh, I wasn't being generous. I was just trying to figure out a way that I could be alone with you." "And just what are you going to do to me when you get me alone?" "I don't know yet. I haven't planned that far ahead. Any suggestions?" As I pulled my bags off the turntable, I noticed Dora blush a little. I figured it was time to back off, before I scared her away. I felt that she was baiting me a little when she asked the question and that was a good sign. Thirty minutes later we were back at a newly decorated apartment. It was just little touches, that didn't cost much but made a difference in the ambience of the whole place. To thank her for fixing up the apartment and picking me up at the airport, I sprung for two prime rib dinners. I think Dora enjoyed the wine more than the beef. "How is the divorce coming?" "Not worth a shit. I still have three weeks to go before I can apply. You need six weeks to establish residency. From what everybody said, I thought this was going to be a piece of cake. I think I would have been better off doing this from home." "Why didn't you?" Dora sat for a while. She played with her food a little and then looked up. "Getting away from Tony was more important than getting the divorce. The divorce is just a piece of paper. That won't protect me from any more beatings. I think I used the divorce idea, just to justify coming out here. It didn't matter where I went. The important thing was that I went at all." What Dora said made sense to me. I guess getting divorced from Sandra seemed important at first, but now I wasn't sure. All I really wanted to do was keep her from profiting from the marriage. Unless I was planning on getting married again, it didn't matter. I had no inclinations that way. The rest of the evening was spent chatting about more mundane things like hobbies, movies, and books. Dora didn't have any children. I didn't ask why. We slept in our separate bedrooms that night. Dora had left for work before I even got up. There was fresh coffee and that was all I needed. I was still full from last night's feast. After a quick shower, I got down to business. "Jerry. How is my favorite lawyer?" There was a sigh on the other end of the phone. "Not worth a shit Robert. I got bad news for you. Promise you won't shoot the messenger?" "Oh crap. I have only been gone one day. What the hell happened?" "Sandra has stirred up the pot. She found out about the bank accounts and other stuff. After calling the police, she got a restraining order against everything in the world. All of your accounts are frozen, even thought they are empty. You can't come near her or the house. You cannot take anything from the house. You can not contact your children, even though they are legally adults. Most of the stuff is crap, but it will take a ton of time and money if you want to straighten it all out. She contacted the Security and Exchange Commission about your 401k and retirement accounts. Somehow or other, she has the IRS looking into things. Jerry, I don't know how to tell you this, but I don't want any part of any of it. I am out. Do you understand?" I was a bit overwhelmed. "I guess you mean you won't be handling the divorce for me?" "You got it buddy. For your information, she also hired a private detective to track you down." "I wonder how she is going to pay for all of this?" "Don't know and I don't care. Remember, if the cops or Feds ask me where you are, I will have to tell them. I am not going to risk my career for you, even though we are friends." "I understand, Jerry. Cover your ass. I am going to make some adjustments at my end. I won't call you again for awhile." "Thanks for your understanding buddy. I was hoping you would. See yah." Well that put a crimp in things. The best-laid plans can go to hell in a heartbeat. I had to go to plan B, and I didn't have one. My brilliant idea, to fake losing all my money in the casinos, was shot down. I decided not to call anyone else. Dora left me the car, which was appreciated. I don't know how she got to work. I was stuck with a small duffle-full of money and checks. I had to go to six different casinos to cash all my checks, in for chips or credit. I was afraid to go to the banks in case there had been a hold or trace put on anything. The casinos were more than happy to help out. By the end of the morning, I had everything on deposit at several places and a bag full of cash and chips. After a quick lunch, I started the withdrawals. In two hours, all the chips had been converted to cash and all the cash had been removed from the casino accounts. I now had a big bag of money, and lots of it. So far, there had been no problems and nothing suspicious. It took me less than an hour to drive to Carson City. I rented a large safety deposit box, at an obscure little bank, and stashed everything, except five thousand dollars, which I kept for walking around money. I felt relieved now that everything was safe. I was looking forward to another long supper with Dora, to celebrate. I knew something was fishy as soon as I entered the condo. Dora was trying her best to straighten things out that should not have been messed up, in the first place. She looked up and me immediately covered part of her face. "I'm sorry, Robert. It's my fault. I don't know how he found me,and didn't know he was following me, until I got into the apartment. I should have been more careful. I am really sorry." I slowly lowered her hand away from her face. Dora had a new shiner and a fat lip to go with it. A large, bluish, bruise covered the right side of her face. "Was it Tony?" She nodded her head in the affirmative. "He had his two brothers with him. They are out looking for you now. Tony told me not to leave the condo." "Where are they looking?" "I gave them the name of three casinos. The idiots don't even know what you look like. I don't think they are thinking straight." It was a no-brainer. We couldn't stay and we couldn't call the cops. We left everything, started driving West, and spent the night in a small, off road, motel, in Grass Valley. It only had one bed, but I was a gentleman. I brought some take-out back to the room, and got some make-up for Dora. She tried her best to cover up the bruises, but it still looked like shit. She kept apologizing to me all night. I was relieved when she finally fell asleep. We drove into Sacramento the next day, and got some clothing and personal items. I had no idea when we would be able to get back to the condo. I had the Grass Valley motel for two more nights. Dora and I spent the next few days getting to know each other. There was no sex and no innuendos. I felt more comfortable with her after three days than I did with my wife after twenty-four years. When I wasn't talking with Dora, I was worrying about all the other things that were happening. I was afraid to take Dora back to the condo, in case Tony would find her. I was afraid to go back to the condo myself, in case somebody was looking for me, but I carelessly left my laptop, passport and other personal papers there. I had a stupid idea that they were important to me, and I had to get them. Real stupid. I only knew Dora a few days, but I decided I had to trust her. We were both in the same boat, as far as spouses were concerned. "Have you ever been to Mexico?" "No. Are we going to go to Mexico, Robert?" "I don't know. Look, in case things don't go well, I want you to do something for me. I don't want you to get in trouble and I want to keep you away from Tony." "Robert, you don't owe me anything. You did more than enough already. I'll be fine." "Well, I am not sure how things are going to go for me. I have a lot of money stashed away. It's not dirty money, but I am hiding it from my wife. If something happens to me, you will have to retrieve the cash for me." "Who is after you? You haven't said anything about that. Did you do something illegal?" "Look, there are several federal agencies looking for me, and a private detective. I am sure the local police will be called in to help if necessary. All I am trying to do is hide some money from my wife. She is trying to make it look like I am doing something illegal." "What am I supposed to do with this money?" "I was thinking about that. Go to Guadalajara and wait for me. Use whatever money you need to get by, until I get there." "How will you find me?" "Go to the Libertad Market for coffee, every morning. I will find you. It is very large, but I will find you." "When am I supposed to do this?" "When you figure out I am in trouble." "Why don't I just do it now?" "Be patient. I'll take you with me. I would rather take you with me than go separately." "I'd feel better if we went together. Why can't we both go now?" The conversation was starting to get redundant, so I ignored her. I didn't mean to be impolite, just anxious to move along. Two hours later, we were over the pass and in Carson City. Dora's name was put on the access for the safety deposit box and she got her own key. When we got back to the condo, I parked a half-block away. The complex had a lower level parking area, under the units. It was open to the outside, but covered. I told Dora to wait in the car, until I was sure there wouldn't be a problem. What sort of problem? I had no idea. The way things were going lately, anything could happen, and it did. I was walking through the parking area, looking for anything suspicious, when it happened. "Robert Terrell. Turn around." He was a little man, sort of wiry. The long leather coat he wore, made him look weird, instead of sinister. He wasn't menacing enough to pull it off. The large, black automatic in his fist was, though. Best Laid Plans "Do I know you?" A big smile crossed his face, as if he was proud to identify himself. "My name is Lazlo. Your wife sent me." "OK. What can I do for you?" "I need your wedding ring and your wallet." "I can understand the wedding ring, but why the wallet?" "I have to make this look like a robbery?" "Make what look like a robbery?" "Your wife hired me to kill you Mister Terrell." "I hope she paid you up front, because she doesn't have any money." "What do you mean?" That was the end of the conversation. From across the parking area came three large Italians who did look nasty in their long leather coats. "Bobby Terrell, we want to talk to you." Tony was one loud dude. The intrusion caught Lazlo by surprise. He turned to face the three of them, when one of them noticed the gun in his hand. All three of them were reaching into their coats, as I dove across the concrete barrier, leading to the outside of the parking area. Lazlo lost all interest in me, for the moment. As I scooted along the side of the building toward the car, I could hear shots, echoing off the garage walls. I looked up in time to see Dora speeding down the street and two guys in suits getting out of a black SUV, across the street. It was obvious that the suit guys were Feds, and I assumed they were waiting for me. The firefight distracted them long enough for me to get out of the area. Dora was gone. The car was gone. There was no way in hell that I was going back to that condo. I didn't know who shot whom in the parking garage and I didn't want to know. All I knew for sure, was that there were three different groups after my ass, for different reasons, at the same time. I got the message. I had several options at this point. One was to catch a bus to Carson City and get my money. I decided against this idea, since I was too hot. Yeah, hot. That's a good word. I was just trying to get away from a cheating wife. What the hell happened? Since I decided to let the money cool for a while, I had to find a place to lay low. I still had over four grand in my pocket. That would hold me for a while. Why was my wife trying to kill me? I guess she didn't realize there was no longer any insurance money. I figured she was smarter than that. I made a big mistake. I took the bus to San Francisco. Four thousand dollars does not go far in the city by the bay The first thousand got me a SSN and an ID, so I could at least get a job. I found a room with a bath down the hall, and a job waiting tables in a low profile restaurant. After about a month, I was earning enough to support myself, and getting to be a pretty good waiter. Some customers were actually requesting my tables. I had not been making the payments on my cell phone, and the service was terminated. I hadn't used it since I left Reno. It only cost me a few bucks to get a new pre-paid service and about fifty minutes of airtime. I wanted to call Dora, but I had no idea where she was or how to get in touch with her. I decided to call Jerry. "Hey Buddy. It's Robert. Just thought I get an update from you." "Bobby, Bobby. Good to hear from you. Things are still fouled up, but not like you would think. Where the hell are you?" "None of your damn business where I am. Last time I talked to you, I was inundated with nasty people, all wanting something. Am I still a wanted man?" "Well most of that crap went away, especially after Sandra was arrested. As I understand it, the IRS is still looking for some type of payment on 401K assets. Other than that most of it is good." "What do you mean Sandra was arrested?" "I thought you of all people would know about that. Ever hear of a guy named Lester Lazlo?" "Yeah. I met him once, briefly, about three months ago. He was trying to bump me off, when we were interrupted by some other guys who were after me. While they were arguing about which one of them would get a piece of me, I slipped out the back door. How does he fit in?" "Sandra hired Lazlo to kill you. Lazlo got shot up pretty bad, out in Reno, and sang like a bird to the police. He claimed Sandra was going to stiff him on a ten thousand dollar contract, so he ratted her out. Believe it or not, the cops bought it, and brought her up on charges. She can't make bail, so she is waiting out her trial date in the clink." "Jerry, I would love to help her out, if it wasn't for the fact that she tried to have me killed. I think that her parents should be able to help her with bail, but I sure as hell won't. "Let me see what I can do Bobby. Nobody seems to be that interested in you at the present time. Do you want me to start the divorce again? I think we have pretty good grounds this time." "Might as well. A divorce would be nice, but I don't care one way or the other anymore. I guess it would make things cleaner." "I kept all the other paperwork. I think I can still use most of it. Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. Your kids all came home when Sandra got in trouble. They were concerned at first, but lost interest fast, when the facts came out. They want you to call them, and let them know you are OK." "I'll get in touch with them as soon as I can." "How did your money laundering scheme work out?" "Not worth a damn. I lost control and lost contact. I'll try and check on it next week. Jerry, sometimes the best damn plans in the world are just not good enough." "OK. Keep in touch buddy." "One more thing, Jerry. Did Sandra ever say why she wanted me dead?" "Not that I know of. I assumed it was for the insurance, that she didn't know you cancelled." I checked in with the kids and everything was fine. They felt better after they found out the tuition had been prepaid. They wanted to know what happened between Sanda and I, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them. Some things would have to wait. I borrowed a car and drove up to Carson City. The safety deposit box was empty. At least she could have left a note. I couldn't really complain, because I gave her the key and access to the box. Did she go to Guadalajara or did she find a place where I couldn't find her? There was only one way to find out. There were several small travel agencies in my San Francisco neighborhood. Most of them specialized in group-tours for compatible people, which I didn't quite fit into. I finally found a tour to my favorite Mexican city, with a last minute cancellation, that I could qualify for. It was the first time in my life that I had to scrape together enough money for something. The trip wasn't that expensive, I just didn't have a lot of money. I felt comfortable because a few of the guys on the trip worked at the restaurant with me. Most of them had signed up for the side trips but I had other plans. The first two days turned out to be a big disappointment. The Libertad Market was bigger than I had imagined. I see now that it was a poor choice on my part. I hated to think that maybe Dora had decided to take my money and go someplace a little more exotic. Maybe she was in Bangkok, or Tahiti. Lord knows there was enough money, in that safety deposit box, to live just about anyplace she wanted to. I didn't know if I should sit and wait for her to walk by, or if I should walk around and look for her. I ended up doing both. By the third day it was getting dull. "It's about time Robert. Where the hell have you been?" I turned and saw Dora standing with her hands on her hips. She had on a wide-brim straw hat with a red band around it. "Say something, damn it. I've been going nuts here, not knowing if you were even alive or not." I didn't say anything. I walked over and kissed her for the first time. I don't know why I hadn't done it before, but I was glad I did it now. "That's a pretty pathetic explanation. Maybe you better try it again." The second kiss was accompanied with a big hug as I swung her around off the ground. "Dora, I missed you so bad." "You still have to tell me where you were for the last month, but I can wait till later. Lets go home and have some lunch." We walked through the market, hand in hand. I felt happy and content for the first time in awhile. "Robert, don't get mad at me, but I spent some of your money. I put most of it in the bank, but I needed a place to live, so I bought us a house. I was hoping you wouldn't mind, because you had an awful lot of money in that bank." It was a beautiful hacienda, in a beautiful city, and I was with a wonderful woman. I like it when a plan comes together. Sandra's parents were able to raise her bail money and pay for her lawyers. Jerry had no trouble getting her signature on the divorce papers. She ended up getting five to eight years for trying to have me killed. Never did find out why. Todd Mitchell gave Jerry a deposition, but Jerry never had to use it. Jerry was able to find Ray Upright. He was sober, but not doing well. When Jerry asked him what he could do to help, Ray said he would like to have a hot dog pushcart. I got to feel better for twenty four hundred dollars. I settled my beef with the IRS for four thousand dollars. Lazlo in in jail in Nevada with Dora's husband and brothers. We don't know how long they will be there. I was now free to return home. My old job, with a promotion, was waiting for me. The law was no longer looking for me. As soon as Dora's mexican divorce is final, we plan to get married. The kids will be coming down for the wedding during Spring break. The house in Guadalajara is beautiful, but we are pretty certain we will not stay there full time. Dora wants to keep it as a vacation home. Emily is anxious for me to return to work, especially at the new position. It is a promotion for both of us. Dora is willing to go anywhere, as long as we stay together. She wants me to take her to meet Sandra. That should be interesting. My plans did not work out as I expected, but who am I to complain. Best Laid Plans Jamira was grateful for the cackle of her senior sisters behind her on the pharmacy line. At the same time, she hoped that 20 years from now, she would not succumb to gossiping about dentures, toupees and impotence. When the pharmacist called "Next," Jamira tapped her index and middle fingers on the white counter and said in a timid voice, "I would like Plan B." She stepped back a bit as if giving the pharmacist permission to eye-scan her head to toe before the latter said, "I suppose I don't need to ask you for I.D." After the lingering embarrassment had passed, Jamira took the fastest route home. It was a Saturday morning, and she decided to start the spring cleaning with her sizable study. Placing the pharmacy bag on her desk, she reflected on how she had met Guy. She found herself rubbing her ring finger as if doing so would produce a blinding rock, the kind she had spied fleetingly in a window display in the Diamond District, as Guy warned her they needed to find the latest in a series of rendezvous. She kept caressing her finger and drifted into a daydream. Jamira had met Guy through a friend of a friend, as often happens on the island of Manhattan. What her friend failed to tell her was that he was attached, but they both failed to notice that he was also married. In seven months, the pair became accustomed to a clandestine routine made all the easier by Guy's wife working nights at a municipal hospital to put him through grad school. With New York City being a small world, they had a limited number of the kinds of places to have their meetings -- from culinary dives and midnight showings of B movies to jam sessions at small, unpopular music venues. And as characteristically happens with affairs between married men and single women, they wound up at her apartment. Their forbidden kiss an hour into the second set at Treble & Bass, had eclipsed their plans to take in a late-night movie in midtown at the Kipps Bay Theater. Night had descended upon the West Village, bringing with it torrential rain. They fled the jazz club sharing his monogrammed umbrella, and ducked into a hellhole off Varick Street that doubled as a subway station. A pas de deux of glances and kisses between them blocked out the underground nocturnal scene of libidinous psychotics and, worse, sotted businessmen enjoying a urination competition in the middle of the subway car. Exiting the station, they splashed their way up the grimy steps in the downpour. Three flights up, they sought refuge at Jamira's place and in each other's arms. Few words were spoken between them. Every time she tried to speak, to ask Guy whether he had made the choice between "the other woman" and her, his tongue probing deep in her mouth pushed the thought further away from her mind. Once his hands found the generous tips of her breasts, her rival was a distant memory. Jamira felt the hot air from his flared nostrils on her trembling neck and cooed in rhythm with the smooth jazz flowing off a cable music channel. Her eyes were closed; his spied the hour hand on his watch. However, time has a tendency to stand still when lovers' desire comes to a boil. When Jamira's hand reached the final button on Guy's perspiration-drenched shirt, his wood brushed her knuckles. She could feel blood rush from her brain to her cheeks, then speed toward her vulva and clit. Their hands were all over one another, feeling every bump, wrinkle, fold and membrane. He snapped her damp panties against her waxed mound and vulva, then circled his digits to make a froth on her pink and brown petals. His question "Is it good to you?" went unanswered there on the sofa in the dimly lighted living room. All she could hear were the echoes of her sighs and the sound of her natural juices. He asked her again, and seeing as she could not get past "I," he delivered sweet torture unto her by slipping one finger, then two, then three, in and out of her membranous opening until she whimpered for mercy. Caught up in the rhythm of his fingering, he forgot where he was for a moment and envisioned his wife squirming in front of him. "I love you," he heard himself say as if it were another person. It was too late. The most feared three words of the commitment phobic -- among married couples and singletons -- had leaped from this mouth. Jamira reflexively said, "Me, too," then smiled in a horny, crooked way. She kissed him hard on his mouth and did not waste time slinking down his chest and belly to turn up his body heat. Just as Fourplay's version of The Isley Brothers' "Between the Sheets" slithered from the television's speakers. Jamira steadied herself on her knees on the parquet floor, shrugging off any apprehension about suffering from arthritis the next day. Like the ravenous vixen that, long ago, her parents had warned her not to become, she tongued like a savage at Guy's unzipped fly until his penis nearly poked her in her eye. He thrust his pelvis forward again and again, urging her with, "Yeah, right there!" "Oh, slurp on that thing, girl." Each time her lover thrusted, she marveled silently at how his dick protruded at an odd angle, resembling a maple tree's thick branch. Watching her suck out his oozing sap, he knew the stakes were high. They usually needed two or three sessions with an interlude of sleep at Guy's weary insistence. Guy awakened with an almost world record-setting case of morning wood. They had moved to Jamira's bed sometime between the second and third bottle of Merlot. Lifting the bed sheet to ogle his lover's bare behind as she slept on her side, he palmed his large, throbbing head as if he were shining a doorknob. He snatched the bed sheet off his lover's body, threw her legs over his shoulder and humped her torso until his beasty balls smacked her clenching cheeks. His shaft was as rigid as Moses' staff. He had fucked Jamira out of a nightmare only to impale her at dawn. Her eyes flashed open violently like blinds raised by a firm yank on a string. His lusty gaze met her shocked expression. She could still taste his briny seed and begged him: "Take my tongue into your mouth, baby boy, so you can taste your cum." That was her way of reclaiming her goddess power, but his sexual energy was greater than hers. Jamira hated Guy a little now. Still panting from a dream world pursuit from which he had rescued her with the upward thrusting of his huge helmeted dick, she sought an escape of a different kind. She wanted out of her body and into the moment that landed her here, pinned to a dial-a-deal mattress. Listening to his blithering phrases assaulting her ears, Jamira felt conflicted -- repulsed by Guy's shallow treatment of her yet thrilled by how deeply he could bury his pride. Several long fingers briefly replaced his staff, stroking her front wall while the other hand squeezed her fluid that trickled down to the cleft of her buttocks. He did not spare her other ear, whispering encouragements intended to make her surrender to her unbridled alter-ego. As her heart seemed to palpitate out of her chest, she was more afraid of him than she had been of all the vampires and zombies in recurring nightmares experienced since her deflowering in an unfamiliar meadow. For her, in this moment, on a refurbished bed, no one but they existed on earth. That sensation instilled in her being both fear and contentment. Their intimate space was sacred. It was where their breasts and pelvises smacked together, but also where their dilated pupils sought out each other's soul. It also was where he wanted to conquer her belief in love with his well-endowed symbol of masculinity. In the light of day, the only element in the room that remained the same was the smooth jazz playing on the music cable channel. She regretted that she found his morning wood hard to resist, and that she had succumbed to her own wine-warped memory of the evening before mingled with sour tongues and fermented desire. And now he had his fingers lodged in her most private places. Guy brought her back to the present, commanding Jamira to "be here, with me." In case she did not understand the intensity of his desire, he pumped his fingers harder into her orifices until her clit disappeared beneath its fleshy sheath. Jamira hated losing control, but her nerves gave way. Her hands flew from the top edge of the headboard, and her hands twitched as if signing the language of erotic gods. Her legs felt loosened from her spine, and her feet went numb. The more she screamed, the wider he smiled. A eye-bulging -- and for him, dick-popping -- series of involuntary seizures later, she was spent. Her body was left rocking like an abandoned rowboat on gentle ocean waves. While her pussy swam in her natural lube, he brought his dick back to life by slapping it alternately against her slick mound and thighs. Drunk with lust, he cursed like a sailor on leave as he sniffed in her primal scent mixed with his. Her entire bedroom smelled of the wonderful aroma of their sex. He let out a groan and flipped his woman onto her tummy, pressing her bulging tits into the 350-thread count Egyptian sheets. They tried as many positions illustrated in the Kama Sutra until he had penetrated her more than once in every wet spot they had created through the night. Despite the "lite jazz" floating in from the living room, they thrashed together on the big beg like heavy-metal rockers in pheromone-induced madness. Still panting a half-hour later as Guy slept, Jamira massaged her sore vulva, to which her nylon panties had clung to her waxed folds the prior night, when he had kissed new life into her. What a fool I was, she mused, regretting that she had believed he wanted to romance her. I still haven't learned my lesson. He's married and can never be mine. With morning came the scars and the realization that she had bruised her dignity by allowing him to use her as a side dish from the philanderer's menu of mind-fucking. As soon as he leaves, I will shower away his touches, his scent, she thought, but what she needed was not soap and water. Rather, she needed the elusive key that unlocks a fantastic lover's spiritual, invisible hold on one's being. Incendiary passion, like a welder working overtime, fused their two smoldering bodies into twisted metal sculpture. For this loving pair, the melding created an illuminated work of art. Lust united them in the guise of love, and their desire distorted their primal attraction into earnest intentions of future commitment. Seated in her study an hour after swallowing the bitter pill with a glass of water, Jamira yanked a tissue from a dainty pink box and blotted her tears. This is the right thing to do, she convinced herself. She knew she preferred the playground of casual sex, not of snotty-nosed children who would call her "mommy." Then she unlocked a drawer and removed a journal she had begun at the beginning of their relationship seven months ago. A flurry of receipts fell to the floor. Shuddering, she picked up the papers and rubbed her fingers over the numbers and words as if she were blind and the characters were printed in Braille. She had saved all of the receipts from her purchases of Plan B. Despite the writing on the wall, the only image she could see on the semigloss surface was Guy's sly smile. Her tears began to flow again, now, and turning to a new page in her journal, she wrote: "Not even a rainy day can put out the fire of the best laid plan." Best Laid Plans I met Colleen on the train while commuting to my job in the city. It was one of those things where you see someone every morning and over time you have kinship even though you've never spoken a word. After over a year of just nodding good morning we found ourselves sitting next to each other one day. I introduced myself and she responded with smile, but didn't seem interested in chatting so I left it at that. It was several months after that during an unusually hot spring day commute home in a train where our car had no air-conditioning that she passed out from the heat. There were several good Samaritans, yes they still exist, they helped her. We both get off the train at the same stop, so when we were walking to our cars I walked over to her and asked her if she felt better. She told me she was feeling light headed and was concerned about driving home. I offered to drive her and much to my surprise she accepted. She lived closer to the train station than I did so basically dropping her off was on my way home. She had a beautiful home with a well manicure lawn and landscaping. I pulled into her circular drive way right up to the front door. I asked if her husband was home yet and she told me she's been widowed for 10 years. I asked if she wanted me to help her inside, but she thanked me and told me she was feeling much better. She said she would love to have me come over for cocktails sometime after work and I told her I'd love to. I waited until she was inside before I drove away. She was more talkative during our ride than when we first sat together. She's 53 years old, but looking at her you would think she was much younger. She wasn't slender, but you could tell she wasn't carrying any extra pounds, a woman with curves I've heard the guys say when referring to her body type. Her hair was a deep red and worn short. She worked as an administrative assistant for an insurance company and liked her job. The next morning when we got on the train she sat next to me and thanked me again for the ride home. I asked how she got her car home and she told me her married daughter lives not too far from me actually, and she and her husband picked up the car and drove it to Colleen's house. She blamed her passing out on the heat and skipping lunch that day and she was back to normal now. I told her a little about myself during the trip into the city, happily married, 45 years old, a son 16 and a daughter 14 going on 23. She liked that joke saying she a two daughters and one son, adding the boy was a dream to raise and her daughters were a handful. I told her I was from a family with 2 boys and 4 girls and my poor Dad always said he wished he had all boys. He said that jokingly, but we knew there was a lot of truth in what he was saying. Over the next several months when possible, depending on the number of people on the train, we would sit next to each other and mostly just exchange small talk about work or family stuff. I found I liked Colleen and my curiosity was killing me to know more about her personal life. She never mentioned if she was dating or any social gatherings she might be going to. One summer evening on the train I mentioned my husband was on a business trip and my kids were going to the shore with my sister, so I was free for the evening. She asked me to come to her house for dinner. I suggested why not go to a restaurant so she wouldn't have to cook, but she said she loves to cook and can whip up something quick and easy, so I accepted. We drove to her home, each in our own vehicle. Her home looked like it was laid out for a fashion magazine shoot, absolutely stunning. She told me decorating is a bit of a hobby for her. She was a whiz in the kitchen and made us a delicious dinner. I'm a better bartender than cook, so I made us each a cocktail from a very well stocked bar in her solarium. We ate, drank and the conversation flowed freely. That's when I asked her if she has a boyfriend or girlfriend. She laughed at the girlfriend part, I decided then not to mention I was bisexual. She told me she didn't see anyone for several years after her husband died from a heart attacked. Then she had a few dates, but she wasn't all that thrilled with the guys so she hasn't seen anyone in a couple of years. I kidded about not having sex for so long, but she said she has a full supply of toys and fantasies to keep her content. The martini's seemed to be kicking in, for both of us. I went on to tell her I still masturbate on a regular bases and I have my share of fantasies too. She admitted she masturbated when she was married too. She asked me what one of my fantasies was and I told her I love to fantasize about young men looking at me while I'm naked. She gave me an odd look so I thought I might have shocked her with my fantasy and I asked her if I did. She said no, she was surprised because that's one of her fantasies and she thought she was a pervert for having such sexual thoughts and was surprised and pleased she wasn't alone. We talked about some the scenarios for our young men fantasies and it was surprising how similar some of them were. The conversation was starting to get me hot and I saw a flush in her cheeks. I then told her, martini's talking again, about a few experiences I've had with a young man that stays with us from time to time. I'd give him a few "accidental peeks" and would masturbate later thinking about him looking up my skirt or if I let the top of my robe partly open. I asked her if she ever acted out one of her fantasies and she told me, no she hadn't. Her kids were grown so there weren't any younger guys around, plus she wouldn't know how to even go about it. She said it never dawned on her to do anything like that back when they did have friends over. She then asked if I ever saw my house guest naked and I told her about the time I walked into his room and he was lying on top of the blankets asleep, naked with a hard on. She told me she though that was so hot. She confessed that she has looked at some websites that featured young men, but she never seen a young man's cock, well, since she was young. I was getting the feeling she was fishing around for me to come up with a suggestion. The drinks weren't helping my thought process, so I didn't immediately suggest anything. We realized we were getting hammered, so we had coffee and cake and chatted about other topics for the next two hours. When I was sober enough to drive we said our goodbyes and I went home. The next couple of weeks we would sit together when possible, but the "fantasy" topic never came up again. Then one day out of the blue she asked me in a whisper if I saw my house guest nude again since we last spoke. I told her I didn't, but sure would like too. She said she thought about it a few times and she wished she was lucky enough to see a young cock. This wasn't how she usually spoke, so I was guessing she was getting very horny. I told her I would try to figure something out so she could, if she would like me to try. She whispered that she would like that. Her question and her acceptance to let me set something up was so out of character for her, like I said before, I just figured she was horny at that time and she probably now felt embarrassed she even brought the subject up, so I didn't pursue it. A week later she mentioned it again and I told her I didn't act on it and I gave her the reason why. She laughed and said it was true that she was feeling sexy that day, but she's been feeling like that often since I told her about my experience. She said she doesn't want to be involved in an orgy or any sexual situation, just thought it would be exciting to see a naked guy or be seen by one. She just needed a little spice in her life and she thought I could help; she didn't want this to be a project for me if I didn't think it was a fun idea. I told her it could be fun and I'll try to think of something, but also told her if she has any ideas to let me know too. I knew the only real and somewhat safe way to put this together was to work something out with Jason. Jason is the 18 year old boy that stays with us when his parents go on business trips. We've shared a few voyeur, exhibitionist moments over the years. Jason was alone in our den looking at television, so I took the opportunity to talk with him. "Hi Gloria, what's new," Jason asked. "I have a little favor to ask," I said "Anything for you," he responded with a grin. "I have a friend that wants to look at a young naked guy and have him look at her," I said. Jason had a big grin on his face and said," is she hot?" "She's very attractive, but this is just a show and look deal, you're not going to get laid." I said, "and Jason, don't give me a hard time, no pun intended, just do this for me and I'll let you look at me when this happens," I said. "You know I would do it, I was just teasing you," he said. "I'll give you the basics and you can wing it from there, I don't want her to know that you're aware that she wants this." I sat with colleen on Monday and asked her if she could take Wednesday off and come to my house for the day. I told her it could be fun, no promises, but she might get what she asked me about. On the ride home we were in different train cars, but she met me in the parking lot at the station and said she got the day off. I told her to bring her bathing suit and suntan lotion because we were going to lounging around my pool. She smiled and said it sounds good already. She arrived at my house mid morning on a beautiful warm sunny day. It was the first time she was at my home, so I gave her a tour of the house. We walked to the rear of my home and I showed her the pool area and took her to our pool house so she could get into her bathing suite. I was already in my suite so while she changed I went to the outdoor bar and made us each a mimosa to start the day off. We met back at pool side and I was surprised to see how great she looked in a bathing suit. It's not that I didn't think she had a nice figure, but she dressed conversably which really didn't show off her assets. Her breasts were full, flat tummy, round butt and long lean legs. She had a slight tan and a smattering of freckles. Her lavender bikini looked perfect with her red hair. I think I'll have to see if she's at all interested in being with a woman. I was wearing my black bikini with a yellow wrap that goes around my waist. We applied our suntan lotion and sat back by the pool to enjoy the beautiful day and our drinks. "Gloria, so makes you think I can have one of my fantasies fulfilled today," asked Colleen. "Jason the boy that stays with us when his parents are away is spending the next four days here. He always play's tennis today, then if it's hot he comes here for a swim," I said. I no sooner said that when I heard Jason saying hello. When I looked over he was with his friend Chance, that, I wasn't expecting. Chance is also 18 and goes to the same high school as Jason. He's a very handsome, well built African American boy. "Hi Jason, hi Chance, I would like you to meet a friend of mine Colleen." Colleen gave them both a big smile during the introductions and I could tell they both liked what they were looking at. Jason asked "is it alright if we swim today, we don't want to ruin your relaxing day?" "No go right ahead we won't mind having some company would we Colleen?" I asked. "Why would I mind being around two handsome men," Colleen said with a smile, the boys liked her response. "One small problem ladies," said Chance. "What's that?" I asked, already knowing the answer and guessing Jason filled Chance in on our plan. "We don't have our bathing trunks, we usually go skinny dipping when no one is home," said Jason. "You guys can get out of your tennis clothes in the pool house and when you're ready to jump in the pool we'll close our eyes okay?" I said. "Sounds like a plan," Jason answered. "Are you going to peek?" asked Colleen, as the boys walked to the pool house. "You bettcha," I answered. "This is so sexy Gloria and I haven't even seen anything yet," Colleen said while laughing. "You can bet that they'll try to find a way for us to get undressed too," I told her. "Okay we're coming out," Jason yelled. "Colleen, don't even try to cover your eyes, let's just stare at them," I said with a grin. Both boys paraded by us completely naked, at first they seemed surprised that we weren't covering our eyes, but quickly broke out with big grins and walked within 2 feet of us and then dove into the pool. "Oh my God Gloria that was so sexy. I haven't seen bodies' like that in years," said Colleen. "I know, from the looks on their faces I think they liked us looking at them too," I said knowing full well they boys loved every minute of it. The boys swam around for a while then swam over to the side of the pool were we were sitting. Jason said" ladies I thought you were going to look the other way." "Jason honey, we just couldn't resist looking at two young handsome studs like you guys," I said with a wink and a smile. Chance I found to be a little more, I guess you could say forceful, than other boys his age. Not in a pushy way and probably not even noticed by most, but I find his demeanor very attractive. Chance spoke up and said" Gloria, Colleen it seems you ladies are one up on us." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well you've seen us butt naked and you two are sitting there fully dressed," Chance said. Colleen wasn't saying anything just waiting to see how this was going to work out. I said" Chance we're in bikinis, you make it sound like we're completely dressed." "True," he said," but you're both sitting down and we can't get the full effect of those lovely bodies." Even though Jason and I discussed how the afternoon might go, Chance seems to have taken over the talking part. I stood up and so did Colleen. We turned around and did some exaggerated model type poses while laughing and enjoying the positive comments from the boy's. I then whispered to Colleen "let's give them something to really look at," and removed my bikini top. Colleen just smiled and took her top off also. I just love having people seeing me nude or partially dressed. Colleen seemed to be enjoying herself too. "Oh my God, you women are so beautiful," said Jason. Chance just gave me a look I can't describe, but it gave me a sex chill up my back. We both say back in our chairs and off course left out tops off. "Boy's, we'll stay like this, but find something to do besides just staring at us," I said. "Hard not to just look at you," Chance said. "Did you say hard?" said Colleen. We all looked at her, she laughed and we all joined in. Jason said "I'm hard, I can tell you that." "Can't tell honey with you in the pool," Colleen said. "Why don't you boys get out of the water and show us," I said. Without even replying both boys swam to the pool ladder and climbed out. They walked over to where we were standing, their beautiful young cocks standing straight up. "Look how beautiful they both are," whispered Colleen. "Enjoying your self?" I whispered back to her. She just gave me a great big smile. Chance walked right up to me and said, "Do you want to touch it?" I looked over at Colleen and she already had Jason's cock in her hand. I reached out and took his cock like I was shaking hands. It was so hard and thick and felt oh so good. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, but when I did and looked at Chances face he had a smile and a look like he had me hooked, frankly he did. "You like my young black cock don't you Gloria?" "Chance don't get too ghetto on me for Christ sake, your half Hawaiian and your parents are doctors, but yes I do like your cock," I said amused by him trying to be a gangster type guy. I looked over at Colleen and Jason and damn if they weren't kissing. This little plan was going way faster than I ever thought it would. However, that didn't stop me from giving Chance a long sexy kiss. "Okay boys get in the pool to cool off please," I said without much conviction, but I had to slow things down. The boys dove off the side of the pool and swam to the other side. "Having fun Colleen?" I asked with a smile. "This is so freaking sexy, I can't believe it's really happening," she answered. "It's happening alright, but I didn't think there would be any touching and kissing, just us looking," I said. "Touching and kissing is fine by me. I'm not sure if it should go further than that," Colleen said. "Okay, we'll set the rules with the boy's, so this doesn't turn into a full fledged orgy. Do you mind getting completely nude? I asked. "I was hoping we would," she said laughing. "Hey boy's, swim over here," I yelled across the pool and they both swam over. "Okay boy's here's the deal, we would like to spend the next couple of hours with you naked, but we won't have sex with you. Can you handle that?" I asked. The boys knew in advance that I would be telling them that so I wasn't expecting a problem. They moaned and groaned for effect, but agreed. I know it seems odd to go as far as this and drawing the line at having sex. I'm an exhibitionist, and doing more then that is pushing it, so I set up the rules when needed. What Colleen limits are, she'll have to discover on her own. The boys were in the pool next to us when I said "Colleen, let's take our bottoms off for the boys," "Boy's do you want to see my pussy?" Colleen asked. "Yes," answered Jason, and he could barely get that out. We both wiggled out of our bikini bottoms with the boys looking up at us. Then we dived in the pool to join them. Chance immediately swam up to me and Jason went right to Colleen. I don't know if they planned who would go with whom, but it worked out well as far as I was concerned. His hands went right to my butt and he pulled me right up against his hard cock. God, it felt so good pressed against my pussy. The rules I just laid out for everyone a few minutes before already seemed impossible. "Let me put my cock in you Gloria," Chance said to me. "I can't let you do that," I answered. "You know you want me inside your cunt, don't deny it," He said. "Not now honey, some other time, I promise, "I said and then kissed him. I looked around the pool to see where Jason and Colleen were and I caught a glance of them heading into the pool house. I guess I found out what Colleens limits were. "God damn Gloria, look they're going to get laid and you're just making me promises," said Chance and he was pissed. "Maybe they're not going in there for sex, let's go look," I said. We went to the pool house and quietly walked in. Well so much for them not having sex because there was Colleen laying on a swim raft on the floor and Jason on top of her pumping away. Chance and I didn't say a word as we stood there watching them. At one point Colleen opened her eyes and saw us, she just gave me a big smile. Chance stood behind me and was reaching around and playing with my breasts. I didn't have the will power to stop him. I was so horny. I was totally enthralled watching Jason, a boy I've been having sex fantasies about for years, getting laid in front of me. I was feeling kind of jealous, like he was cheating on me. I guess that's why I got on all fours and let Chance enter me doggy style. Nothing was said between us to let him know it would be okay, but I guess when you see a woman raising her ass in your direction everything else comes naturally. The four of us were screwing our brains out on the floor of the pool house. Great plan Gloria I was thinking to myself, but damn that cock felt good inside me. Best Laid Plans After we were all finished I said let's jump in the pool, I was soaked with sweat and needed to cool off. We all walked back to the pool and hopped in. The next few hours we swam, had lunch and felt each other up, a lot. When it was getting close to the time when my family would start to show up we all got dressed. I walked Colleen out to her car. "Gloria, you sure know how to have a relaxing day around the pool," Colleen said while laughing. "I never thought it would go as far as it did, I hope you're okay with it?" I asked. "It was one of the most exciting days of my life and I loved it," said Colleen. She got in her car and drove away. I walked back to the pool area and saw Chance and Jason standing there with great big grins on their faces. Best Laid Plans It was one day after Christmas. The four of us were sitting around the fire. The four being, my wife Nelle who is 42, my daughter Nita who is 21, my son Mike who is 20 and I, Bob Mitra, 43. We had just come back from a nice dinner and were sitting enjoying a bottle of wine. "There is something that we need to talk about." said Nelle, "I do not know how to put it in any different way - I want a divorce. I will be moving out the day after tomorrow - after Nita and Mike leave. I know it is sudden, but I have found someone new and I am moving in with him. I had a talk with both the kids and they wanted me to announce this in their presence so you would not do anything untoward." So, even my children knew about this and did nothing to stop it. I looked at the two of them and was not sure about what to do. What do you do when all your family is standing in front of you ready to strip you bare? "I have this divorce agreement for you." She handed me a divorce agreement and I started to read it. She continued, "I think it is best that you sign it right now. I am not in a mood to work for this marriage and honestly no one in their sane mind would. My only problem was the children, and since they are okay with it, I think I have all I need to move on." "If you have everything, then why are you claiming so much from our joint assets? Is he a pauper? Or incapacitated?" I asked her. "I am not claiming much." She said, "I think it is only fair that I get that much." "Fair? A complete claim over my assets and my 401K is fair? What is this talk about mental cruelty you have written in here?" I turned to the kids, "You kids actually believe that she is doing everything right in claiming my business? Do you actually support her claim that I am an abusive husband?" The kids looked shocked and Nita shouted, "What the fuck, Mom? I thought this man you hooked up with was loaded. The only reason I agreed to support you was because you promised me a nice house when I got married." "I guess she was talking about this house. I can see that she has made a claim for this house too." I quipped. Nelle, by this time, was agitated. She snatched the papers from my hand and started to read. As she read, her eyes widened. Her mouth was hanging open the whole time she was reading. She was trying to say something and failing miserably at it. Mike spoke for the first time since the family broke up. "You are actually screwing me too by taking away my inheritance. I am sure that you and Adrian know nothing about plumbing and will run the company into the ground without dad at the helm of things." Nelle spoke up, "This was not supposed to be the wording of the papers." "Are you claiming that your lawyer made up these conditions without you asking for them? Did you even read the papers before you presented them to me?" I asked "No, honestly I did not read this. The papers were prepared by Adrian's solicitor's. I haven't had time to read this since I got it..." "Good luck with a man who is already deceiving you. I will have a set of papers drawn up and sent across to you for signing. If you do not like my settlement then we will meet in court." I paused, "Another thing, after tomorrow I do not wish to hear from any of you for the rest of my life. In case you come to find out that I have died, show some respect to me, and don't come to my funeral. A daughter who is ready to sell her father for a house, a son who is more interested in his inheritance than in his father's happiness, and a woman who is ready to leave her loving husband for a property stealing conman, are all something I can do without for the rest of my life." I was hurt and angry. "If you did not read the papers before giving them to me, ask the asshole how these words got on the paper." I was enjoying it, "If you do not want to end up all alone you had better believe him when he says that this is not his doing. He will deny drawing these papers now that I am going to fight it. Fighting with him will leave you alone. I certainly don't want anything more to do with you." I got up and opened the fridge to grab a beer. The three of them just sat there looking like prime idiots. I moved to the lounge with the beer and sat down. Through the window I could see Nelle arguing animatedly over the phone, possibly with Adrian who must be denying everything. Nita and Mike were in a heated argument in the kitchen. I flipped my cell phone and called my best friend Leroy. You see, he works at Adrian's solicitors' office. After all, without his heads up about my wife's intention I would not have been able to switch the divorce papers that were lying in her drawer. My initial plan was to drive a wedge between Nelle and the Kids. Now, with her not having read the papers, a wedge was driven between the lovers too. Who says best laid plans do not get better!! Best Laid Plans... I barely got out of bed that morning. It was just another November day better spent on the couch. Going to work at the museum was almost more than I could bear but I had no choice. With a groan I threw back the covers and lurched into the day. The drive to work was gray. It wasn't exactly raining, just wet and cold. None of the radio stations had music on, just inane babbling DJ's. I negotiated the traffic, watching the trees of Central Park slip past and the familiar shape of the Met rise up. I was lucky in that I really loved my job and my coworkers, and the thought of coffee and cigs with the gang brightened my mood slightly. The talk in the break room that morning was that Evans had gone and got himself engaged. Now, Evans was everybody's pet. He was really smart, could read Greek and Latin, got his Ph.D. at 25, etc. The problem was his utter lack of social grace. Rumor had it that he was raised by his grandparents out in Idaho and had never been to a big city before he moved to New York 5 months ago. How he had gotten a date, let alone a fiancé, was the subject of much debate until Evans' secretary spoke up. "Oh, some lazy Long Island girl got her hooks into him. One of those gum chewin' bimbos who had a kid at 18 and then dupe some poor shmuck into marrying them." She absent-mindedly chonked her gum as she looked at us. "She gave him a little taste and now he's hooked." That was so unfair, I fumed to myself. This poor kid who should settle down with a fellow bookworm was being maneuvered into becoming a slave to a shrew. With a flash, the light bulb went on over my head and I knew what I had to do. I waited until right before lunch, then called Evans and told him I had a crate full of old manuscripts from a Coptic monastery for him. That was how to get his attention – he said he'd be right down. As he walked into the cataloging department (where I worked) my co-workers were leaving for lunch. Perfect. I led Evans into the inner office and quietly locked the door behind me. "Well, let's see them!" Evans was pretty focused on his work. I sat on the edge of the desk and spread my legs enough for him to get a glimpse up my skirt. "I was wrong – they were actually 18th century Japanese pillow books – want to see one?" Evans blushed at the idea of looking at erotic pictures with a woman. I could hardly wait to pounce; he was so sweet and innocent. I steeled my resolve to be patient and smiled at him. "I guess they wouldn't interest you, huh?" I pushed my knees another inch or so apart. "Um, well, yeah, I've seen a couple, you know." Evans looked even more embarrassed for being embarrassed to begin with. I bent over a little so he could see down my sweater. "And from what I hear, you have a fiancé! What's her name?" I smiled at him and pretended I didn't notice his eyes jumping from my eyes to my tits to my legs. "Crystal." I shuddered inside but kept smiling at him. "She must be really nice to catch a guy like you. Does she like to cook for you?" "Um, no, she doesn't cook." Poor guy. What I was doing was an act of mercy. I looked at him puzzedly. "But, wouldn't you like her to?" "Of course, but, uh, well, she just doesn't want to." He looked kind of sad for a second. Now was the time to pounce. I got up from the desk and walked in front of him. I rubbed my knees against his as I smiled down at him. "Sometimes people don't want to do something they really should," I observed. "Sometimes you have to make that person do what's best for them." As I spoke I reached one hand to Evan's hair and ran my hands through it. "That's why I'm going to make you pleasure me right here in this office, right now." I pulled his hair so his head tilted up at me and kissed him as softly as I could. "Now, where should we start?" Evans looked at me with something like fear. "No, Jess, I can't cheat on Crystal! She'd kill me!" As he tried to push me away I tightened my grip in his hair. "I notice you didn't say you couldn't do this because you loved her, but because she'd kill you. Freudian slip. Hmm?" I straddled his legs and rubbed my pussy on his thigh. "But we'll let it go. You really have no choice, you're going to fuck every hole in my body this afternoon." I moved up to rub against the bulge in his khakis. "Looks like you're ready, too." I pulled his head back sharply for another kiss when suddenly he was on his feet, pushing me back against the couch in the corner of the office. He pushed me down on it and then sat on me, trapping my arms against my legs with his. His hands went to either side of my head and he looked at me with a gleam in his eye. "Oh yes, I'm going to fuck every hole in your body today – on my terms. You think I'm some little innocent country boy? I'll show your slutty ass what it's like to get fucked by a hayseed "I think we'll start with that little trashy mouth of yours. Teach it what it's supposed to do." He pulled my arms free and put my hands on his fly. "Take it out," he ordered. I hesitated and he rose up on his knees and pushed my face into the crotch of his pants. "Get it straight. That cock in there is the only thing you're going to think about for a while. You are to pleasure it in any way I tell you to. Do you understand?" "Yes." I could feel myself starting to soak through my panties. Who would have expected this? "Good. Now take it out." I unzipped his pants and reached in to free his hard on. It was a good-sized dick, nice and fat and not too long. "Now, lean back." I leaned back on the couch and he pushed his cock into my face as hard as he could. By holding onto the back of the couch, he could get more resistance to push, and was soon driving his rod down my throat as fast as anyone ever had. His balls would actually slap off my chin as he thrust in. He showed no concern for the fact I could barely breathe, and it wasn't until I was starting to get light-headed that he stopped. "You ever going to talk to me like that again, slut?" He kept his shaft in my mouth as he spoke. I shook my head "no" as I looked up at him. "Good girl. Now it's time to make amends for rubbing your cunt on my thigh. Take off your clothes." He stood over me as I stripped. "Not even putting up a fight? Well, you already proved what a slut you are. Now you better be ready to be treated like one." He turned me around on the couch so my chest was pressed against the back of it as I knelt on the cushions. I heard his clothes come off, then felt the sag of the couch as he moved behind me and without warning, shoved his cock up me. I gasped in pain as it stretched me wide open, and could barely catch my breath as he proceeded to fuck me as hard as he could. "This is what you wanted, right? Me fucking you?" He growled in my ear. "Well, here it is. This is what happens when little sluts go rubbing their snatches around. You like it, don't you?" "Yes," I moaned. "God yes, fuck me like that." "Like what? A slut? Say it. Tell me how you like it," he demanded. "Oh god, like a whore, like a trashy slut, as hard as you want, just… fuck me!" By grabbing me around my shoulders, he was able to push me down on his cock while he rose up to meet me. Every inch of his hard rod would fill me on each stroke. He stopped when he was buried up to his balls and held himself there. I could feel my entire pussy being filled with him, that delicious sensation of being entirely stuffed with hard cock. When he started to rock his hips against me an orgasm crashed out of nowhere. He kept my pussy filled the whole time, letting me grind out each wave of pleasure on his shaft as I soaked his balls with my "Well, that's two. Ready for three?" I wasn't really looking forward to it, but what choice did I have? He pulled me over to the desk and laid me on my back, with my ass right up on the edge. My lack of enthusiasm must have shown on my face, for Evans laughed as he looked down at me. "You think you get fucked and you're free to go? Hell, you're lucky I even let you come. You're gonna get reamed nice and hard, and I really don't care if you ask me to stop cause I won't." As he spoke he was rubbing my juices on my asshole with his cock. "You're just gonna take it. Like this!" With that, his cock was halfway in my ass. I started to scream but he covered my mouth with his hand. "Keep that up and I'll gag you. Shut up and arch your back for it," he ordered without pausing in his rhythm. It felt like his cock was on fire it hurt so much. I guess I didn't arch my back enough because he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back towards my ears. With my pelvis tilted like that we could both look down and watch as his meat pierced my ass over and over. "Looks good, doesn't it." I couldn't answer as I was choking back my sobs. "What? Not having fun? I'll take care of that" he said, and let go of an ankle to shove two fingers up my dripping tunnel. "Now rub your clit for me." I slipped my fingers between my lips and gratefully stroked myself. He watched as I slid my soaking fingers around his, rubbing my fingers against his inside of me. My juices were gushing so freely they ran down to lubricate his cock, and the pain in my ass lost some of it's intensity. "I was right, wasn't I? You needed some of this country boy cock, didn't you? You even like it in your ass, don't you?" He started to drive into me even harder. "I'm gonna fill your slut ass up with so much cum it's gonna run down your thigh all day." His thumb slipped up to rub my clit. "And as it does, you're gonna think about how much you liked it when I blew my load in this slut ass of yours." I moaned and pushed my knees apart so I could take all of him. I could feel his cock swell that last little bit right before orgasm and he drove himself all the way into me. When he was fully inside of me I felt his hips jerk and hot cum started to fill my ass. I felt my muscles clamp down on the fingers and cock filling me and I came again, covering both our hands in wetness. After we came to, Evans helped me get dressed. He didn't say a word until he was turning to leave. "The truth is, I'm not marrying anyone. That's just a rumor I started to stop people from trying to fix me up with a 'nice girl'. I'd much rather be left alone to fuck sluts like you." He gave me a kiss and walked out the door. I was left dazed on the couch. Suddenly the door was open again and Evans was grinning at me. "Don't think I won't be back for those pillow books!" He winked and shut the door. Best Laid Plans... The problems between Ashley and her stepmother arose almost immediately. Ashley had resented it when her father had remarried during her freshman year of high school. She had never excepted Susan as her mother and did anything she could to make things difficult for her. It wasn't that Susan was a bad stepmother. She had done her best to build a relationship with Ashley. But the harder she tried the harder Ashley fought back. Ashley was now 18-years old. A beautiful young woman with long black hair, pretty brown eyes and a scattering a freckles. She had a very nice 36-B, 24, 36 body and long shapely legs with a perfect little ass. Her stepmother was only 34, 8 years younger than Ashley's father was. Which was one of the things that bothered Ashley about Susan. She felt that her father had no business marrying someone who was only 16 when she was born. Susan was an attractive woman. About the same size as Ashley but with short brown hair and slightly smaller breast. While she looked good, she was not as pretty as Ashley was. Ashley was driving both her parents up the wall regularly. For the first three years Susan had always been frustrated at how her husband almost always took Ashley's side. But during this past year he had learned more about his daughter's deceitful ways and came down firmly in agreement with his wife. Something that Ashley still could not believe. Ashley had been sexually active since sixteen. And recently took to bragging about her activities in front of Susan just to get her reaction. Recently she had been caught on the computer having cyber-sex with older men. She had gone so far as physically assaulting her stepmother during one altercation. Susan hated to admit it, but she despised Ashley. She could not wait for Ashley to move out. She had hoped that her wait was coming to a quick end after Ashley informed her dad that she was planning on dropping out of school. But her dad did his best to get her to remain, even bribing her much to Susan's dismay. If Susan despised Ashley, then Ashley hated Susan. She wanted nothing more than to get revenge on her stepmother. She hated her prissy attitude about her dating habits. And how she tried to force Ashley to accept her as a mother. So she decided that she was going to take drastic action to punish Susan. Ashley had met a man on-line who suggested a way to help Ashley out. The plan was drastic, but the more Ashley thought about it the more she liked it. For her part, she had to meet the guy a few days beforehand and consent to have sex with him. But Ashley thought that it would be worth it. So she met Roger outside of a local bar on a Friday afternoon and returned to his apartment where she had sex with him and discussed how to best punish Susan. She explained that her father would be going out of town for the following weekend. And that she that Susan would be vulnerable during that time. Ashley's only requirement was that she had to be there to witness the entire thing. The following weekend Terry had left town on Friday morning. That afternoon, after Ashley came home from school, Susan went to the store. As soon as she had left Ashley called Roger. They planned for Roger to bring some friends to break in. Ashley's house sat back away from the main road nestled in a grove of trees. It was a big house with three acres of wooded property. Behind their property ran a service road that led to some power lines. Roger was told that if he and his buddies took the road about half way up they would find a rarely used path that Ashley's dad used with his dirt bike in the warm weather. They could follow that path and hide their cars and then sneak up to the house without worry of being seen. They were to pretend to be robbing the place, assuming that no one was home. And once inside they were to have their way with Susan and 'force' Ashley to watch. Ashley waited impatiently for her stepmother to come home. She was so excited that she dropped her jeans and masturbated while waiting. Susan came home and went about making dinner. Ashley stayed in her room, which overlooked the back yard. When it came time to eat she rushed downstairs and wolfed her food down and returned upstairs. Susan then went into the living room to watch TV. Ashley saw Roger and his buddies sneaking into the back yard. She was surprised to see that he had brought a dozen men with him. She told him that she wanted her stepmother gangraped, but couldn't believe that she was going to be fucked by 13 different men in one night. Ashley almost felt sorry for Susan. Roger and his gang crept through the backyard in darkness. They found the basement door unlocked as promised. Then quietly entered the house. Ashley left her bedroom and went downstairs to the livingroom and sat on the couch watching TV with her stepmother. Without warning several men rushed into the living. Susan screamed as she was grabbed by several of the men. The others grabbed Ashley and pulled her aside. Roger directed the men to tie both of them up. Ashley watched as some of the men began groping her stepmother. For the first time she felt fear as her hands were bound behind her. "Well, what do we have here?" Roger asked as he circled the chair that Susan sat in, her hands tied behind her back. "Please don't hurt us." Susan begged. "Oh we're not going to 'hurt' you." Roger continued. "At least not if you play nice." "What do you want?" Susan asked. Roger smiled. "You two are very pretty." Susan got the idea. "Untie her." Roger ordered. Two of the men released Susan from her chair. "Now, if you just strip naked and give us a little show perhaps we'll just take a few things and get out of here." Susan blushed. She had never been naked before anyone other than a boyfriend or her husband in her life. She remembered once when she worked at a small store that she had gone to work braless one day and wore a low cut top. She found out during the day that every time she leaned over to pull out a bag that one of her tits was in plain view of the customer. She learned this when a pair of men commented on how nice her nipple looked. Susan had been so humiliated at the thought of dozens of men seeing her tit that she quit the job. Now she was being ordered to strip completely before 13 rugged looking strangers. Still, she knew that she had to do it. She started by removing her blouse, and then she kicked off her shoes and slacks. She stood before the men wearing a white bra and cotton panties. Several of the men whistled and Roger ordered her to continue. She removed her bra and then slid her panties down and stepped out of them. "You look very nice. Now sit back down and spread your legs and play with yourself until you get off for us." Susan was red from head to toe. She could not believe that she was being told to do something so degrading. She sat in the chair and moved her legs as far apart as possible. She took her right hand and began slowly rubbing her pussy. "Finger yourself while you do it!" Roger demanded. Susan took her left hand and slid one finger into her cunt, while using her right hand to rub her already swelling clit. She could feel her nipples growing hard as she stimulated herself before these men and her stepdaughter. Then she felt her juices begin to flow. Ashley was getting wet watching her stepmother playing with herself. She wasn't turned on by watching another woman; it was the humiliation that Susan was going through that excited her so much. She knew that when this was over she would finger herself often to the mental picture of Susan being forced to climax before a group of men. Susan continued playing with herself while the men hurled obscenities at her, calling her things like slut and whore. But as ashamed as she was, she could feel that soon she would be climaxing for these men. She tried slowing down, but that only prolonged the inevitable. So she bit her lip and decided to work herself up as quickly as possible in order to get this over with. Soon afterwards she was moaning softly, her legs began to quiver as she orgasmed for the rowdy group. Then Roger pulled her to her feet. She hadn't noticed when they had done so, but she now saw that the men all had their pants off. Each of the thirteen men stood there fully erect, with many stroking their manhood in preparation of what was to come. Roger forced Susan to bend over while standing before him. "Please don't!" She begged as he got behind her and rubbed his stiff cock between her legs. Her recent climax left her well lubed for him to enter her. Susan closed her eyes as Roger shoved his cock deep into her pussy. As he began fucking her one of the other men stood before her and shoved his cock into her face. Susan loved sucking dick. She had always considered herself quite good at it. And she pleasured her husband this was often. Without resisting she opened her mouth and took his cock and began sucking this stranger's took. Ashley was absolutely dripping wet watching Susan getting fucked and forced to suck two men. She thought that she would have to make sure to allow Roger to take her into another room and fuck her before he left. While she didn't like him, she needed someone to fuck her. And she wanted to reward him once more for helping her to get even with her stepmother. Susan sucked one cock while getting slammed from behind by another. She knew that Ashley was watching every moment of her ordeal, and guessed that her stepdaughter was loving her punishment. But Susan put that thought out of her mind as she was being drilled from both ends. Soon she felt the cock in her mouth erupt. She sucked down every drop of his seed while waiting for Roger to fill her box with his seed. Roger fucked her faster and she knew that his moment had arrived. He groaned and Susan felt him coating her insides with his semen. As Roger withdrew from her twat another of them men stood before her, pushing his cock into her mouth. Then she felt someone else getting behind her, replacing Roger's prick with an obvious larger one. When this man began fucking her he reached around and took hold of her tits and gently massaged them as he pounded her from behind. Susan was losing control of herself. Her pussy was begging for another release. She sucked the men before her until he emptied his balls into her mouth. When he pulled out she began crying out with pleasure as the cock in her pussy brought her to her second orgasm. Ashley was absolutely thrilled watching Susan climax while being fucked. This had already become more than she had hoped for. She knew now that she had something on her stepmother that she could use to get anything she wanted. Susan continued crying out as the men behind her came in her pussy. Once he was finished Roger instructed that she be put back in her chair and tied spread eagle. Susan was dumped in the reclined and her arms were pulled back so that they could be secured. The chair was then tilted back so that she was lying back with her legs up. Each leg was tied to the bars of the leg-rest, leaving her fully exposed to everyone. She could feel a mixture of her own cum and the sperm of two men dribbling out her pussy and down the crack of her ass and blushed at the thought of how that must look to the others. "So, what do you think, Ashley?" Roger said. Ashley could have died. Susan looked at her with eyes of hatred. "You little bitch!" "I didn't have anything to do with this!" Ashley lied. Panic filling her to the core. Roger walked over to wear Ashley sat. "Now don't be like that, Ashley. Don't you remember coming over to my place and paying me to have your stepmother gangraped?" "You're full of shit!" Ashley cried out, wondering why Roger was betraying her like this. "Oh, I thought you would say that. That's why I brought this tape along." Roger picked up his jacket and pulled out a videotape from the inner pocket. "This tape clearly shows you giving me your plan on how to punish your stepmother, and then shows you fucking and sucking me as part of the payment." Ashley could not believe that this was happening to her. "Well, we've done are part with your stepmother. Now the rest of the guys have already seen this tape and they all said that they would prefer to fuck you." "No!" Ashley yelled as the men surrounded her. She was untied and lifted out of her seat. She struggled but the men easily stripped her of her clothing. Ashley was held tight while hands probed her body. Her tits were squeezed, nipples pulled and pinched, and fingers shoved into her already wet pussy. "We'll give you one chance." Roger told her. "If you can get over there and eat the cum out of your stepmother's cunt. If you can get her off in five minutes we'll let you go. If it takes longer than five minutes you'll have to suck all of our cocks. Anything over ten and you're getting gangfucked." Ashley was mortified by the suggestion. She had never considered anything like this. And especially not with Susan. But she did not want to be forced to fuck all of these men. So she reluctantly accepted her fate. She looked at her stepmother as she crawled between her legs on the recliner. "Please pretend to get off real fast." She whispered. "Fuck you." Was Susan's reply. Ashley started licking Susan's cunt. She could taste the mixture of cum from the two men and her stepmother and it sickened her. She ran her tongue between Susan's lips as instructed, scooping out whatever she could. The found her stepmother's swollen clit and began licking it, hoping that she could make her cum quickly. Susan looked down to see Ashley's face between her legs. Like most women, she had entertained lesbian thoughts in her younger years. But had never tried acting upon them. The thought normally disgusted her. But the thought of her stubborn bitch, stepdaughter being forced to eat her pussy was absolutely thrilling to her. Especially after what Ashley had tried to pull on her. Unfortunately for Susan, the two orgasms she already had had made her highly susceptible to climaxing again pretty quickly. She watched the clock on the wall and felt herself ready to cum after only a couple minutes. But she strained in effort to hold out. For she wanted to watch Ashley forced to service these men. Her orgasm hit but she bit down as hard as she could, holding back from moaning or making any movements that would betray her release. Ashley felt her stepmother's juices spilling out on her face but wasn't quite sure what had happened. She guessed that Susan had indeed climaxed but realized that she was holding back on purpose. That made Ashley feel even worse. Susan breathed easier when her orgasm subsided. She continued to watch Ashley as she licked her clit. She knew that she could not contain herself the next time it happened. Susan smiled when Roger yelled, "Five minutes!" Ashley began licking harder and faster. Now Susan was stirring in the chair. It felt so good having Ashley eat her pussy. She moved her hips to grind against Ashley's face. Then she cried out as she climaxed again on her stepdaughter's pretty face. Ashley was pulled away, her face was coated in Susan's cum. She struggled as she was forced to the floor. Her head was held tight as someone forced their cock into her mouth. Ashley detested cocksucking. She had done it, but only when her boyfriend's didn't have a condom. And then she would make them pull out before cuming in her mouth. But she knew that she would not have the opportunity this time. Ashley's head was held tight as the man before her fucked her mouth. Ramming his cock into the back of her throat. It wasn't long before she felt wad after wad of his cum splatter the back of her throat. Then a second cock entered her mouth. Ashley was forced to take him deeper into her throat until he too filled her mouth with his jism. Susan watched with glee as Ashley sucked cock after cock. Her own pussy coming alive again. After Ashley had swallowed her twelfth load Roger took his place before her. Susan watched him shove his pecker into her mouth. He turned and winked to Susan as he began, and Susan smiled in return. When Roger blew his load into Ashley's mouth she was allowed to squat back on the floor. Her jaws and throat ached from being forced to blow thirteen men. She felt sick to her stomach at having swallowed thirteen loads of cum. She prayed that her ordeal was over, but wondered what was going to happen to her after the men left and she was left alone with Susan. "Time to eat your stepmother again." Roger informed her. Ashley wanted to cry as she was pulled to her feet and shoved to the recliner where Susan still lay bound spread eagle. She could see that Susan's cunt glistened with her own wetness. Ashley dropped between her legs and began lapping away at her pussy once more. Trying to ignore the soreness in her jaws as she went down on her stepmother. "Oh yes!" Susan exclaimed as Ashley brought her to another climax. Ashley felt Susan's juices splatter on her face again. She tried to raise her head but a pair of hands held it firmly in place. "Keep licking." She was ordered. Then she felt someone pulling her legs apart. She cried into Susan's cunt as she felt a cock rubbing against her pussy. More hands held her down as the cock slid into her. Now Ashley was being fucked while continuing to eat pussy. Susan watched as the stranger fucked Ashley from behind. She could not hold back as Ashley brought her to another climax. This time it was multiples. Ashley choked as Susan's juices drenched her freckled face. But she still got no relief as she was made to continue sucking her twat. The man behind her began shooting his load into her pussy. Ashley cried out a muffled shout of alarm as she took his seed into her. She was no stranger to sex, but this was the first time anyone had ever cum in her pussy without wearing a rubber. Whoever it was behind her, he pulled out of her pussy and Ashley was left to eat Susan's cunt until her stepmother climaxed once more before she was permitted to get off the recliner. Ashley was dragged to the middle of the floor and tossed down on the carpet. She struggled as another man climbed atop her and thrust his hard cock into her pussy. Susan rocked her recliner until she was able to raise the back far enough to continue watching as Ashley was raped again. Ashley screamed as the man fucked her. But her shouts were ignored. He banged her pussy without mercy. Ashley could feel his pace quickening and begged him to pull out of her. But he only laughed and said that he wanted to pump her cunt full of his 'baby batter'. He moaned loudly and thrust his seed into her belly. Ashley was then grabbed and shoved onto her hands and knees as a third man entered her pussy from behind. His cock was huge. She saw him as he approached her and guessed that he was definitely over 10-inches. She had remembered how hard it was to suck him earlier. Ashley cried out as he slammed his entire shaft into her hole, banging hard against her cervix. As she was being fucked another man came around before her and shoved his pecker into her mouth. Ashley bobbed her head up and down on his cock while being pounded by the man behind her. She tasted pussy on his cock, she knew that he was not one of the men who had fucked her stepmother and realized that this was her own juice that she was tasting. He must have been the first to fuck her. The 10-inch cock in her cunt continued slamming the hell out of her. Ashley was surprised, almost shocked, when she felt her body beginning to respond. She couldn't comprehend that she was about to get off from being raped. But try as she might, Ashley was unable to hold off her climax as the man behind her continued ramming his cock into her. Ashley felt her orgasm approaching. Then the cock in her pussy fired its load of cum into her belly and pulled out, denying her any release. Best Laid Plans... Ashley continued sucking the cock in her mouth, waiting for someone else to fill her hole. She needed to climax and was willing to let any of these men fuck her to fulfill her needs. Just then the cock in her mouth pulled out. Ashley looked up just in time to see a gob of sperm blast her in the face. She was unable to pull away as the men before her stroked his cock, coating her face with his cum while the others cheered. Ashley was lifted off the floor and laid on her back on the coffee table. There another cock entered her mouth and began fucking her face. But, much to her relief, someone else had taken position between her legs and began fucking her cunt. In the shock of getting her face covered with sperm, and the delay following her last fuck, her pussy had died down somewhat. But Ashley could already feel her climax beginning to grow once more. Unfortunately, the man fucking her was doing so in such a way that his cock rubbed neither her clit or rubbed her G-spot. Ashley lowered her hands to rub herself but they were both pulled away as she was made to stroke two other cocks. The man in her pussy came quickly and pulled out. Once more denying her an orgasm. Then the man in her mouth pulled out and he too jacked off on her pretty face. The scene was repeated again, as another man took her pussy while she once again was face-fucked on the other end. And once more both men came, one in her twat and the other on her face, before she had a chance to climax. Ashley was desperate to cum now. Ashley was pulled off the table, her eyes burning from the salty cum that had drained into them. She felt that she must have made one hell of a disgusting site with cum dripping off of her face. She was once more placed onto her knees as someone knelt behind her. "Thank god," she thought to herself, "Now I can finally cum." She felt the cock rub between her legs and knew at once that it was the man with the 10-inch dick. She slid her knees apart ready to welcome him into her hole. But her mind raced with fear when she realized that he had other intentions. His cockhead pressed against her virgin asshole. Ashley screamed as he began pushing in. Several pair of hands held her tight as his dick broke through, taking her anal-virginity. Her body was filled with agony as the large cock pressed its way deeper and deeper into her. Susan watched as Ashley's ass was torn open by the man with the big cock. This was a moment of glory for her as she watched her pain-in-the-ass stepdaughter get what was really coming to her. Ashley's cries were music to her ears. Ashley's body shook as her ass was fucked savagely. She regretted every even entertaining the idea of having her stepmother gangraped for revenge. What had been such a great plan to punish Susan had been twisted around and now she was the one being punished not her stepmother. She begged for the man behind her to stop, but he only continued pounding her asshole. Worse, his hairy balls were slapping her pussy, making her cunt burn with even more desire to cum. Finally the man behind her yelled his approval as he pumped his load into her ass. Then he pulled out, leaving Ashley shaking on the floor, practically begging someone to fuck her pussy. She was then grabbed and forced to straddle Roger, who was the man behind her punishment. His cock stood ready, waiting to enter her pussy. Ashley slid down on his shaft and was ready to ride him to an orgasm. But she was held tight. Then someone else got behind her and shoved his dick up her ass. This time it didn't hurt like before. And the two cocks impaling her together had her body spasming with desire. Ashley began riding the two cocks, as a third man shoved his into her mouth. She hated herself for climaxing like this, but could not stop herself. Her body needed this release and she was going to welcome it. Ashley moaned against the cock in her mouth as she had an orgasm on the twin poles inside her. The two men fucking her enjoyed the way Ashley's holes clenched tighter as she climaxed. She was riding them with animal instinct as no longer cared what was happening to her. Roger blew his load into her pussy and she continued riding his cock while the other two cocks continued working on her until both men came. Ashley was pulled to her feet and made to repeat the same position with three other men. Susan watched as Ashley was fucked like this over and over again. Roger came over to the chair and began untying her. "Well, Susan. Do you think she's learned her lesson?" He said softly. Susan smiled. "I think this will work out better than I had hoped." "Now how about another round?" He asked. Susan nodded. "Let me suck your cock. I want to taste her cunt on you. And for god's sake let that friend of yours with the big dick fuck me from behind." Roger called to his friend. Susan knelt on the floor while the other man began fucking her with his big cock and she began sucking Roger's prick. She climaxed twice before both men got off inside her. Susan watched as the rest of the men took their turns with Ashley. Her stepdaughter was too busy having orgasms to notice that her stepmother was up and about. She took the videotape from Roger and hid it in the closet. Making a mental note to remember to hide it elsewhere later. She had been surprised when Roger called her the other day. The two of them had dated in high school and had been good friends for a few years after that. How it happened that Roger and Ashley hooked up on the net was just a coincidence. Roger had made the tape of his meeting with Ashley and had intended to turn it in to the police. But once learning that she was of legal age he decided to go ahead and get her to fuck him first. When he learned who Ashley's stepmother was he felt the need to call her and inform her of what Ashley was trying to do. Then the two of them concocted a plan of their own. One that would look as if Ashley succeeded in having her stepmother raped. But at the same time would turn the tables on her and end up with Susan getting the ultimate revenge by watching Ashley getting fucked repeatedly by the same men she had hoped to see fuck her stepmother. For his part, Roger was safe. He didn't really live in town. He had moved some thirty miles away years ago. But had kept in touch with some of the locals on-line. And through his secret chat name he enjoyed having cyber with some of the wives of old school buddies without anyone knowing who it was. When Ashley gave him her idea on-line he made a few calls and found out about a furnished apartment for rent for weekends. He had rented it paying cash using an alias, and staying only long enough to set Ashley up. All of his buddies came with him from out of town too. Susan grinned at the thought of how she would be able to use this to keep Ashley in line. If she ever acted up all Susan had to do was threaten to tell her father, and the cops, about their rape and how Ashley had arranged the whole thing. Ashley would never want that to get out so she would always listen to Susan. At least until she finished school and moved out. Then Susan didn't care. In fact, if Ashley did act up, Susan thought that she might just make her show how sorry she was by eating her pussy again. Best Laid Plans Ch. 01 Part 1 - Hitting the Mark It was snowing hard when Helen arrived at the mall. She made a beeline for the coffee shop and sat down at a table where she could watch the door. She peeled off her winter coat and brushed the snow from her blonde hair with her fingers. She was dressed for the cold winter weather. Her heavy sweater and long pants were hardly the clothing to attract a man's attention, but Helen knew there was more to flirting than what you wore. She ordered a plain coffee and rested her legs on a chair while she waited. Helen spotted the reason she had braved the horrible weather right away. Ryan was only a few years older than she was, but he looked much younger. He sauntered into the coffee shop and sit down at his usual table. She attempted to make eye contact, but he didn't look in her direction. She pouted for a moment while she watched him get comfortable with the newspaper. "Maybe if I went over there and gave him a good swift kick," she thought. She finished her coffee while Ryan became totally buried in his newspaper. She picked up her coat and hat and slung her purse over her shoulder. Helen moved slowly towards Ryan as the coffee shop crowd came and went. She started through the narrow opening between the tables at just the right moment, making it look as if another patron had elbowed her into his lap. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said as she looked into his face. "I wasn't looking where I was going, I guess." Helen smiled at Ryan as she struggled to remove herself from his lap. "Would you mind?" she asked. Ryan stared for a moment at her hazel eyes and demure smile. He wasn't used to pretty women just falling into his lap. He really wasn't in any hurry for this one to leave, but he could see that she was. "No, of course not," he lied as he helped her to her feet. Helen could see that she had ripped his newspaper and spilled his coffee. This was her chance to make points with him. "Oh, look what I've done! Can I buy you another paper, or at least another cup of coffee, I seem to have ruined that too." Ryan looked at the spilled coffee and then back at Helen, "Don't worry," he said, "It was cold anyway." "But your paper..." she protested. "I can afford a new one," he replied. "Why don't you have a seat?" Ryan said as he moved a chair. "No, I can't," she said shaking her head. "I have to go...I'm going to be late and I don't want to lose my job." Ryan watched her as she hurried down the promenade and became lost in the crowd. He hoped that she would be there tomorrow so that he could ask her for her name and maybe just talk a little. Helen hurried through the crowd and quickly made her way to Harrison's Department Store. She rushed for the escalator to the second floor, smiling broadly as the moving steps carried her. She knew that she had Ryan's attention and that he would be waiting for her tomorrow, if she were to give him that long! Helen approached the toy department and stopped to rearrange a few boxes on the shelves. She was feeling very proud of herself and greeted her boss cheerfully. "Do I have to ask how it went?" he asked. "Hook, line and sinker!" she winked at Joshua as she sat down next to him. "When do you see him again?" Joshua picked up a toy and began to carefully examine it. "Tonight," she abruptly replied while pulling the toy from Joshua's hand. "I moved into his building yesterday while he was still out of town." "You don't waste time, do you?" he asked while retrieving the purloined toy from her. "No, I don't!" she answered as she bounced out of her seat and started towards the mall exit. Joshua watched Helen as she walked out of Harrison's. She had a body that just wouldn't quit, even under that horrible sweater she had chosen to wear. Even in flat shoes, she wiggled irrepressibly when she walked and it was next to impossible not to watch her walk away from you. "Poor bastard doesn't stand a chance against that woman's charms!" he commented while tossing the toy into the play area. Helen took the mall elevator down to the first floor and then re-entered the department store. She didn't want to be seen leaving by Ryan who was no doubt still at the coffee shop. She bundled herself up against the storm and plunged outward into the parking lot in search of her car. Her pale blue Metro was nearly buried from the snow and she was forced to brush it off with the arm of her coat. She stepped into her car and shook the snow from her coat before yanking the door shut. She had barely closed the door when her cell phone rang. "Oh, hell," she muttered under her breath as she pulled the phone from her purse. "What did you forget?" she barked into the phone. "Helen, what's wrong?" the startled voice of her mother asked. "Oh, nothing, Mom," she lied. "What about you, is everything all right?" Helen didn't usually take calls from her mother on her cellular, not unless something was wrong. "It's your father," she began, "He's worried because he hasn't heard from you lately!" Helen's parents divorced when she was very young and her father had never worried about her then. Lately, he had started to insinuate himself back into her life. She remained unimpressed. Even his dating her mother made little impression on her. "I've been busy, Mom. You know how my job gets!" she hated to tell her mother the truth that she just didn't want to talk to the man. "I'll tell him that you are busy at work, OK?" "Sure, Mom, tell him whatever... So how are you, anyway?" The car was starting to warm up and so was Helen. "I'm sorry that I don't call you more often, I really miss you." Finally, she had told her mother something that was true; she really did miss her mother, but she didn't want to risk having to talk to HIM and so, she hadn't been calling home as often. "I'm fine. Did I tell you that your father was moving back in?" Helen's mother said cheerfully. Helen was somehow not surprised by her mother's sudden revelation. "No, Mom, I don't think that you mentioned that last time we talked." She resisted the urge to ask if he was really that good in bed, deciding that there were some things she didn't need to know about her parents. "I hope things work out for you Mom, I really do. Look, I really have to go before my car gets covered again. We'll talk later, sometime, I promise. Goodbye Mom, I love you." The words were barely out of her mouth when she hung up on her mother. She dropped the phone onto the passenger seat and headed out of the mall parking lot. Best Laid Plans Ch. 01 This is my first story for Literotica. It's a slower starter than most of the erotic stories I like to read, but I think it came out okay. I'm considering a rewrite, to get into the action sooner, and fill in the set up as I go along. I think I'd like to get some constructive criticism first. This story is literally the first time I've ever written a sex scene, and I'm really not sure I like how it came out. Heather was so immersed in her work that she was startled when the intercom buzzed. "Ms. Case, I have your husband on the phone." She seriously considered sending him to voice mail. They'd both been working a lot, but that didn't excuse his inattentiveness of late. She couldn't remember the last time they'd had sex, which was bad enough. But on top of that, when she turned on their home computer that morning to print out some documents to review on the train to work, she found that he'd carelessly left some porn site open. It was a hardcore bondage site. He'd never expressed an interest in that before. She was hurt that he was going online for kicks instead of coming to her, hurt that he had this kink that he never shared with her. Absent-mindedly primping her thick auburn hair, she looked at her reflection in her office window. "Ms. Case?" "Sorry Jane, put him through. Heather Case," she answered the phone in a cold businesslike manner. "Heather, its John. Listen, how early can you get off work tonight?" "You know we're busy. I'll probably be late." "I know babe, we've both been busy lately," he actually sounded as if he gave a damn, which piqued her interest, and softened her resolve to be pissed off. "I feel like we haven't spent any real time together in a while. I got us reservations..." He went on to explain he'd managed reservations at her favorite French restaurant, and tickets to a show he knew she wanted to see, that she knew he had no interest in. She was so taken by surprise that she forgot to be angry. "Oh my god, John, I love you!" He laughed, "I love you too babe. I feel bad about how things have been going, and I want to make it up to you. Do you think you can meet me at the apartment by seven?" "Oh hon, we really are busy. But, yes, yeah, I'll meet you there at seven." "Great! It actually looks like I'm gonna be able to knock off early. I should be able to get home by five. That will give me some time to clean up the place. Maybe when we get back from the show we can, do something, special..." A thrill ran up her spine, and her nipples hardened. She knew she was sexually frustrated but this was ridiculous. Apparently even she didn't realize how horny she'd been getting. "I'll show you special," she whispered huskily into the phone, "I'll be home at seven, come hell or high water." They exchanged "I love you's" and she got back to work. But she was totally preoccupied, thinking about what was coming. She felt her pussy getting wet and butterflies in her stomach. She felt like she did back when they'd first started dating. "This is fucking ridiculous," she whispered to herself. She rolled back in her chair, hiked up her skirt, and slowly, softly, started rubbing herself with both hands on her inner thighs. Softly easing her eyes closed, she thought of John. She saw their bedroom, shades drawn, softly lit by candles, red satin sheets on the bed. She seemed to float, in her fantasy, back onto the bed. John ran his hands up her slender hips, softly up her torso and around her pert, 34b breasts. Her small pink areolas tightened, and her nipples rose into firm peaks. His touch became more firm. He rubbed her arms from her shoulders to her wrists. Ice cold steel snapped around her wrists with a dramatic metallic click. She snapped out of her fantasy. Where the hell did that come from? She came to a sudden decision. Straightening out her clothes and rolling back into her desk, she dialed the extension of one of the more trustworthy junior associates. "Joy, can you come in here? I need a favor." She explained there was an emergency situation she needed to take care of, and reviewed the final details of her current project. She told Joy she needed it done today, which meant she'd probably have to work late. But she also explained she had confidence she could do it, that it meant a lot to her if Joy could take care of it. Joy assured Heather she'd be able to handle it. Heather gave her a brief hug, explained it really meant a lot to her, and that she wouldn't forget it when she came up for review. Heather grabbed her purse, rushed to the elevator, and was out on the street and in a cab by three. She'd show John she had a plan of her own. Back at the apartment, Heather luxuriated under a hot shower. Bending over she lathered her dainty feet, then slowly stood up, washing her firm shapely calves, and curvy hips. Arching her back, pointing her perky breasts up into the hot streaming shower, she massaged the twin globes of her ass, then slipped her left hand down and tickled her pink rosebud. She brought her hands around her body and up her flat stomach to her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them in the hot flowing water. She dropped her hands down between her legs. She felt pretty worked up, and barely resisted the urge to masturbate, but wanted to wait for John. She looked down at her closely trimmed pussy, and decided to shave it clean. She turned her back to the shower and picked up her razor and a can of shaving cream. She rubbed the rich lather into her pussy, luxuriating in the sensation, and slowly carefully shaved her pussy completely bare. Heather stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began drying off. She glanced at the clock radio they had in the bathroom, it was nearly quarter to five. "Shit!" she swore to herself, if she was going to surprise John she'd have to hurry. She quickly applied makeup and tried to do her hair. She didn't have time to blow-dry. She just ran a comb through it and left it damp. He always thought she looked sexy when she first got out of the shower anyway. She was giggling like a schoolgirl as she pranced out into the living room. She looked at the clock which read 4:55. Damn. She was a little nervous, but didn't have time to wait. Besides, her nerves only served to increase her excitement. She looked down at the toys she'd dropped on their leather couch when she got home. She'd stopped at a sex toy shop and picked up a few things during her rush home. She'd never done anything like this before, and felt a little out of her depth. Taking a deep breath, she put her left foot up on the couch, and fastened a padded leather cuff to her ankle. It was fine with her if John wanted to explore BDSM. But she'd be damned if he was going to do it without her. She realized she was running out of time and quickly attached cuffs to her wrists and other ankle. She picked up a blindfold, which looked to her like one of those sleeping masks housewives from 50's sitcoms wore, only black, and leather, and draped it around her neck. Steeling herself, and taking a deep breath, she picked up the final item, closed her eyes, told herself she was never afraid to try new things, and never one to do anything halfway. She opened her mouth, and put on the ball gag. Frantic, now that John might be there any minute, she kneeled in the foyer so he'd see her as soon as he walked in. She pulled the blindfold up over her eyes, took another deep breath, leaned back, then clipped her right wrist to her right ankle, and her left wrist to her left ankle. She wanted to look as close as possible to the girl in the photo spread John had left open. She knew this wasn't exactly right, but it was the closest she could get on her own. John better appreciate all this, because there was no turning back now. Either way, he said he would get home at five, so he should be there any minute. Any minute. Heather was surprised at how hard it was to tell how much time had passed sitting there with a blindfold on. It had to have been more than just a couple minutes, right? It was getting hard to breath with the red rubber ballgag in her mouth, and she swore at herself for putting herself into this predicament. Obviously John was running late and didn't expect her home until seven. If worse came to worse it would only be two hours. But she thought they'd have that time to make love and get cleaned up. She tried leaning back to see if she could unhook her wrists from her ankles but she just couldn't make it. She felt a cramp forming in her right leg and started to panic. Giving it one last shot, she tried turning over to see if she could get her knees in front of her so she could unhook the damned cuffs. Instead she only managed to fall over on her side. She took deep breaths through her nose, and tried to calm down. And that's how she ended up asleep, hogtied, blindfolded and gagged, just inside the door to their apartment. She awoke with a start, having no idea where she was. She remembered falling asleep on the wood floor in the foyer. Now she was resting face down on something soft. She started to panic but smelled the familiar leather smell of their couch, and realized John must have moved her to the couch. She felt stiff and sore, and moaned into her gag. He just whispered, "shh..." She heard him kick of his shoes and unbuckle his belt. She moaned and laughed into the gag. Apparently he liked what he saw. She heard a zipper and a rustling of clothes. Her heart started beating faster and the moisture from her drenched pussy started to run down her leg. Maybe this was a better idea than she thought! She could sense his presence, and hear him walking back and forth in front of her. He didn't touch her for almost a full minute, and when he did it was so soft she could barely tell. He ran just the tip of his little finger up and down her spine, barely touching her at all. A shiver ran through her body and she moaned in anticipation. He moved to her legs, running his fingers up the back of both of her thighs, stopping to squeeze her jutting buttocks, then ran his hands up her back, gathering her shoulder length hair into one hand. He pulled at the elastic strap of the blindfold. She thought he was going to remove it, but instead he twisted it into a loop and tucked her hair into it, to keep it up off her neck. Then he leaned over her. She could feel the heat of his body radiating over hers. He smelled her neck, then nibbled it and kissed her. He must not have had time to shave that morning because he had more stubble than he usually did by this time of day, but it felt good, tickling her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and ran them down her arms, to her biceps, then around to her chest, and groped her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then twisting them painfully. She squealed into the gag. It hurt, but it felt good too. Her body was practically vibrating. He hadn't even touched her pussy and she felt on the verge of cumming. He stood and walked toward the end of the couch, toward her ass, running his hand lightly along her body as he walked. He ran his hand over and around her left ass cheek, down the crack of her ass and over her anus. It tickled and she laughed. He continued down to her moist lips, running his finger up and down her outer lips, swirling the moisture from her body over her skin. He teased her clit causing her to moan, but he stopped every time it sounded like she might be about to cum. John had never spent this much time playing with her. Clearly he liked that she'd shaved. He took his hand away, leaving her wanting, and moved over to her head. He ran his damp finger around her lips which surprised and repulsed her, causing her to jerk back grunting indignantly into her gag. As soon as she pulled away he was at her ass, spanking her mercilessly across both cheeks, even hitting the lips of her pussy. She screamed into the gag, begging him to stop this unexpected onslaught. When he stopped she tried to say she was sorry, but it just came out as another high pitched squeal. He was in charge, she'd put herself in this position, and knew thhis game was about submission to him. She moaned incoherent words again, hoping he could tell from her tone that she'd be good, she'd do what he wanted. He returned, rubbing his fingers, covered in her essence, over her lips and under her nose. She inhaled sharply, breathing in the scent of her own pussy. He stopped, and caressed her ass comfortingly. He started teasing her pussy again, working her like an instrument, stopping every time she was on the verge of cumming, fingering her, teasing her clit, her lips, toying with her, over and over but not letting her release until she was shaking, vibrating so hard she could hear something, a cup, maybe his keys, shaking on the coffee table a few feet away. When she could take this sweet torture no longer, when she was screaming into her gag and felt like she was about to pass out, he slammed himself into her up to the hilt, forcing himself in one stroke, and she exploded. Screaming, cumming, she saw a swirl of colors in the darkness behind her blindfold, panting like a mare behind her ballgag, she came over and over as he pounded relentlessly into her. He kept pounding at her, he spanked her while he fucked her, then leaned over her pinching her nipples mercilessly, causing her to cum again. She lost count of how many times she came, didn't even try to count, but it was more, more times than he'd made her come so far the entire year. He began to slow his relentless pace, taking a more leisured measured approach, but still fucking her, not stopping. She didn't think he had climaxed yet, she didn't feel it, but it was hard to tell as wet as she was if any of it was from him. But he was still hard, still stroking in and out of her, squeezing her hips, pulling her back deeper onto his swollen member. She couldn't remember the last time he'd had such endurance. She thanked God she discovered his secret kink. As he slowed she calmed, caught her breath, still moaning in pleasure every time he struck bottom, then pulled out, then plunged into her again. He gave her hips a final squeeze and pulled out of her. She felt like she was glowing, lazy shocks of electricity seemed to shoot up and down her spine. He walked up to her face, tenderly removed the gag, and helped her sit up. "Oh god, John," she murmured huskily, "please, let's stay in tonight." He shushed her, and pulled her forward, rubbing his dick on her lips. He knew she hated giving head, and she'd never tasted her own pussy until tonight, but willingly, eagerly, she opened her mouth for him, licking and sucking her own juices off his rigid shaft. She took him deeper into her mouth than she ever had before, gagging as he reached the back of her throat. She backed off, circled the head of his cock with her tongue, then went back, deep throating him, trying so hard to take him all the way for the first time in their marriage. He moaned, and started fucking her face, pulling his strong stiff dick in and out of her mouth. She moaned onto his cock which put him over the edge. He started to cum in her mouth and she greedily sucked it down, but he pulled his cock out of her mouth, and started jerking off on her face and tits. "Oh my God..." she shouted, panting, catching her breath. He pulled her forward and tried to shove his now softening cock back into her mouth. "No, that's enough, John!" she tried turning her head away. Without a word he reached down and twisted her left nipple, drawing a scream from her. He didn't relent, twisting harder until she turned, blindly seeking his cock, which he shoved into her mouth, releasing her sore tit from his vice like grip. She was exhausted, but still turned on, and sucked him, cleaning his cock, teasing him with her tongue until he was hard again. He started fucking her face again but abruptly pulled out of her mouth with a start when the phone started to ring. "It's okay baby, I need a break anyway," she panted, "answer the phone and untie me and we can go cuddle." He laughed, the phone rang again, and she sensed something was wrong. "Honey, the pho..." she started but he shoved the gag back in her mouth, strapping it on tighter than she had herself. She squealed indignantly. The phone rang again, and he shoved her off the couch onto the hardwood floor. She screamed into the gag in anger. A little spanking was one thing, but enough was enough! He rolled her over onto her back, an incredibly uncomfortable position, hogtied as she was. It forced her into a backward arc that pointed her red blushing breasts up at the ceiling. He mounted her again, shoved his throbbing cock deep into her sopping pussy, giving her the hard violent fuck that she admitted to herself she still craved. The phone rang a final time, he pounded into her furiously, she screamed in delight, anger and desire. Then the answering machine picked up. She realized in horror it was her husband's voice coming through the speaker. "Hey babe, it's, ah... 6:15. They aren't answering at your office and I tried your cell." She screamed into the gag, this man, whoever he was, pounded her relentlessly, and started to laugh. "I'm really sorry, I got stuck here. But we're still on for tonight. I sent an intern to the apartment to fetch the tickets. Just meet me at the restaurant as soon as you get this message, I'll be waiting for you in the bar. I'm sorry about this babe, but I promise, tonight will still be special." The man fucking her leaned over her straining body, sucking and biting her nipples. He reached up and pulled off the blindfold, looked into her eyes grinning. He looked like a college aged kid, couldn't be more than 21! She took in his face, handsome, stubbled chin, square jawed. He had blue eyes and a thick head of curly black hair. She looked down at his hairless muscled chest and arms, then looked away and moaned into her gag. "Hi," he leered at her, punctuating his words with thrusts of his cock, "my name's Darren, what's yours?" He continued fucking her relentlessly. Helplessly, she thrust her hips, fucking him back. She was horrified at what was happening, and how her body was reacting. She needed this to stop, but even more she needed him to make her cum again, make her cum like she'd never been able to before, with her husband, or anyone else. She moaned pitifully behind the gag, rolling her eyes. He reached up behind her head and took the gag off. Before she could speak he forced his mouth over hers, sucking a kiss from her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She couldn't stop herself from shoving her tongue back into his. "Oh god," she moaned when he broke off the kiss, "oh god, oh god, oh god..." She screamed one last time, a long keening wail, as her back arched up higher, her hips thrusting into his, nearly lifting him off the floor, and they came together one last time. This time she could feel his seed splashing into her warm wet chasm. He looked at her, smiling, arrogantly, but behind that, maybe tenderness? She was sure she was imagining things. His cock softened in her and she loosed a low quiet moan. He finally pulled out, and scooted back, sitting on the floor. He leaned up against the couch, cocked one leg up and rested an arm on it. He looked at her and she looked back. He was sated, but she still saw fiery desire for her behind his tired eyes. She could only imagine what she looked like, lying there, hogtied, her hair spread around her face like a halo, her body covered in drying sweat and cum, a blindfold and a ball gag carelessly dropped on the floor by her head. She blinked a few times to clear her head, and sighed deeply, trying to catch her breath. She turned her head to look at him. He shivered when her eyes met his. In a husky sexy voice she half moaned, half whispered, "Hi Darren. I'm Heather." Best Laid Plans Ch. 01 Prologue: When I was eight years old, I wanted to be Robin, Batman's red panty suited sidekick. I ran around the house with a towel tied around my neck, which wouldn't stay put, and pretended to assist Batman in his moral schemes to fight crime and walk up buildings with a rope. That lasted all of three weeks. I wonder how long online masturbating will last? Chapter One: Welcome to the REAL World, except no Puck and there are no raunchy unaired clips. I have a Bachelors degree! It's signed, sealed, and will be delivered to my front door step in 3-5 weeks. Right now it is probably sitting all by its lonesome in a mailbox, or patiently waiting in a file cabinet for some minion to stamp it with the University seal. I'm also unemployed, broke off my ass, and in dire need of a life line. Regis, can you hear me! I have spent the last five years of my life toiling away keeping my grades at the standard level, as to not fulfill my mother's expectations of maintaining a 4.0 in route to become a doctor. My poison of choice was the University of Central Illinois. Go Jaguars! Located in the three street lights and one horse town of Thortan, Illinois. UCI is where dreams are deterred, the sky is overcast three hundred days out of the year, and it's bottomless-bring-the-biggest-cup-you-can-carry night on Thursdays at Hulligans. I threw all of my class notes into a waste basket and resisted the urge to light the sucker up. I was in my apartment and I wasn't positive I could have an open flame, that and I had a serious fear of fire, and dialed my uber-handsome, very educated boyfriend, Chase Jones. Chase has melt-your-panties-off sapphire blue eyes and has summer tan all year round. There's a hint of Italian, but mostly tall dark and handsome for the rest of his genetic makeup. When he kisses me, I hallucinate rainbows and small woodland creatures prancing around. "Hey," he answered. I felt my nipples get hard. Even Snow White got hard nipples when Prince Charming was around, and you know Jasmine did. "Hey yourself, what time are you picking me up?" We had a romantic dinner for two planned. AKA we were going out for pizza and beer at the Heidelberg. "I can't go, babe," Chase said. For as long as we've been dating, two months and twenty-two days, he's called me babe. I've heard him refer to me once as Callie, but I think he called me Connie first. "Damn, I was looking forward to greasy pizza," I whined. In this world there are two things I would stop a fast moving car for, a clearance sale at Anthropologie, and Heidelberg Pizza. Can't get enough of shabby chic. "My family's in town and I'm going to be showing them around." I guess family is a good excuse. I'd never met Chase's family. I had heard of them from other sources, like Chase's roommates, my secret spies. His father was a dry cleaner franchise owner, and his mother made Martha Stewart seethe with jealousy. Chase had specific rules about his order of milestones, and girlfriend meeting parents was somewhere between getting engaged and marrying me. I guess my ring finger will go bare for a while. We hung up, him promising to call me after they'd left, and me wondering if it would look to pathetic if I could reconnaissance their visit. So, in order to not become psychopathic girlfriend of the year, I got my cute 1950s style purse out and went job hunting! I've partaken in this event every summer since sophomore year. I had stayed with my parents the summer after my freshman year and I made a personal pact that I would never sink that low again. My father comes home from work, shucks his shoes off, and turns the television on until he falls asleep at eleven p.m. He believes I should be home by nine, have boyfriends meet him first before dating me, and that I should never dye my hair. My mother attests that pimples and freckles are because I told lies, and that I got broken up with in tenth grade by Jack Stein because I didn't go to church. Yeah, I cut that umbilical cord early. Each summer the mass exodus of the normal, less independently courageous students gives way for many part-time jobs. Being a creature of habit I like my part-time jobs to have either free food or at least 20% additional discount to merchandise. The pay has to be living substantial, and I need at least 30 hours a week or I'll go blind from all the extra time I'd be masturbating. I like to do three things on a daily basis, yoga, run, and masturbate. I ran through the house looking for suitable attire. Mini-skirts and lace blouses tried-on and then found their way to my bedroom floor. Kitten heel shoes, squeezed into and then kicked off. I stared blankly at my reflection in the five-dollar 5 foot tall mirror hanging in the hallway. I liked it because it made me look slimmer than my jeans made me feel. I come from a long line of Irish Americans. We married and bred only with other Irish Americans and had affairs with Italians. My eyes were green, my skin was pale, and against popular belief, my hair was not red. I'd maintained a size four through most of my college career, although I was basing this on jeans that had been stretched to my perfection. I refused to go pants shopping during the all-you-can-eat-fudge holiday season and I was on intimate terms with the stair master at the student rec. Take that freshman fifteen! My reflection stared uselessly back at me. My tits were firm and swollen with a strong desire to be held and caressed by Chase, but that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. I grabbed a push-up bra and beige panties that covered most of my ass. In any woman's lingerie drawer she has three types of undies: The every day, usually satin or silk un-seeable through khakis and slim dresses; the PMS variety, large, cotton and able to withstand a nuclear attack; and the kind men imagine to be in our drawers but I only wear when I know I'm getting naked, thongs, lace, etc. On top of that I chose a stretch knit polo and the khaki pants that brought attention to the prodigy of thirty minutes three times a week on the stair master, my ass. Through elementary and high school I wore a uniform. Insert image of Catholic school girl plaid and knee high stockings. Most men's sexual fantasy was my idea of a fashion nightmare. We got demerits for having our shirts un-tucked and our shoes had to be brown or black with laces. I never figured out how to dress myself in casual circumstances. While other girls were learning how to put makeup on or pairing floral blouses with cashmere, I was getting excited over wearing denim to school on jeans day. Of course our polos were still required to be tucked in. Accessorizing was another story. I went through earrings like underwear and don't get me started on necklaces. Dressing up for the summer job hunt was hard work. Being a college graduate required composure, skill, and tastefulness that I'd earned with all of those credit hours. Truth is the real world scared the bejesus out of me. No wonder I added an extra year to my studies. I had applied to dozens of advertising agencies across the Midwest my last semester. When everyone else was getting call-backs, I got rejection e-mails, or worse, nothing at all. I had never been outstanding but it wasn't like I sat in the back flicking spit balls. So, in order to maintain the college lifestyle without being in college, I renewed my lease with the aspiration that one day I'd get a bone thrown my way. Until then, it was cloudy with a chance of working the evening shift at Subway. My car was a 1995 Saturn Coupe. It ran fine and guzzled oil like my grandpa does Guinness. I hopped in and drove to the Thortan Mall. A good place to start looking for fun and interesting summer jobs would have been the independently owned shops on Broadway. But they gave you stink eyes if you weren't in their social network. Thortan mall was where teeny-boppers came to spread out their hormones and dare each other to make eye-contact with the cute Abercrombie and Fitch staff. In Thortan, the only other form of entertainment for the under 18 was flashlight tag in the corn-fields. I was hoping to make this my summer home away from home. The stores were lit with Florissant lights that caused skin to take on a strange lavender color and the air conditioning unit was set at a constant 66 degrees. Perfect for raging teenage angst, but for the rest of us carbon based humans, it was a good idea to bring a jacket and a water hose. The mall usually smells like Mrs. Fields cookies and if Ambercrombie's doors are opens too wide, like testosterone. It reeks of burnt popcorn today from the cafe at Target. Burnt popcorn is the only smell that can break the sound barrier. Within minutes its stench suffocates an entire building. My part-time job instincts tingling, I step foot inside the Target and try to keep my mind on happier perks of a job wearing red and khaki every day. The atmosphere is cheery, but not exactly up to college graduate par. I spot several buggy boys, the cart retrievers, stopping to snack on the remnants of hotdogs and nachos. I discount a hotdog as free food. More like dog food. Places like Target usually have employment kiosks. A place where you sit down and enter in mindless questions about yourself and trick questions about your morals. Like, if you had a friend who smokes pot on the weekend and came to work the next day, would you alert anyone? And you think to yourself, I don't give a damn what Eddie does the night before as long as it's not jerking off to a picture of me. Of course, that's not one of the answers, so you chose politely like a good little minion, C: I would handcuff him to the fitting room desk, and wait for the proper authorities to arrive. I filled out electronic forms for the rest of the day. I skipped over the teeny stores, Claires, Journeys, the movie theater, and found my way to Panera to grab a quick coffee and a brownie. My heart skipped two beats when I saw Jeff Morrison standing in line waiting for his turkey club. Jeff Morrison is an ex-boyfriend famous for his dump-me line, "I'm up here," motioning to the height of his hand, "And you're down here." His other hand significantly lower than the first. I cried for three hours afterward and almost bit off a sorority girl's head when she complained about me being on the stair mill for over an hour. I hadn't spoken to Jeff in three years, and my stomach does flip flops whenever I see him milling around the student bookstore. I had heard through channels that he'd taken on a job as a campus IT guy and makes boucoup bucks without a college degree. Bitter, no. Ok, maybe. Jeff rarely sees me, or if he does, he pretends I don't exist. Which is fine, my middle finger was itching to come out since I put it in storage after choosing the thumbs down approach to road rage. Angry gestures are common, but disappointment and guilt stick with you. He keeps his hair short since if he'd let it grow out it would be an all out Jew-fro and he works out once a year and maintains a smaller pant size than I do. Jeff grabbed his to-go bag and paused, like a dog picking up a scent. I knew my period was coming soon, but I was positive it wasn't going to start today. I pretended to be involved with my half and half pouring, but I'd been stirring the coffee for over three minutes and there was a line starting to form. A pint sized girl with an ohm tattoo on her wrist and a prairie skirt was tapping her toe very loudly behind me. Come on, really, is this the only cream station? "Hey, Callie," I heard after adding my second pack of raw sugar. I looked up, focusing on not acting like a scorned brat and flicking him the bird. "Hey Jeff," I answered stepping away from the milk and honey before the hipster girl behind me lost her cool and went for my throat. "Long time, no see." He said, sipping his drink and eye-balling my brownie. Actually I saw you twice last week, once two days ago, and I think you still have my lace up thong. "I've been around." I answered politely wondering where this was going and if it was all going to end in tears. "What are you up to?" What have you been up to, more like? "I'm a college graduate." The term never got old, especially when he wasn't one. Take that 'I'm up here, you're down here.' "I'm happy for you," he smiled and I could have sworn I heard a fairy die. I mentally clapped my hands together chanting, I do believe. "What are you up to?" The viewing public wants to know. "I'm working full time in campus IT. I've got a small website business on the side and it's making some progress." He went on and on, and I lost him after I got the answer to my immediate question. Basically he still lives in the two bedroom apartment sans his ultra conservative neonazi roommate Andrew. Andrew went on to try and take over the world, which landed him a permanent job as a custodian in Portugal. "That's cool." At this point I'd say that to anyone or anything, even if he just told me his grandma had passed away. We parted awkwardly, I needed to get back to doing nothing, and he needed to get back to his full time job with benefits and paid vacations. Jeff brushed the back of his hand against my bare arm and smiled again. Damn, another fairy just kicked the bucket. "I'll see you around," he stated and he was gone. I'll see you around? Did that involve scheduled rendezvous or just run-ins at the grocery store? P.S. You hate Jeff Morrison, who cares if you see him around. He's probably just between fuck buddies right now, and you looked good. My inner mother hen keeps me out of trouble, unless I get her drunk or sway her with an I.O.U. I don't intend on paying back. Five hours and countless online job applications later, my Saturn pulled up into the driveway of my rented duplex. I used to share it with a disorganized perfectionist. Oxy-moron, you bet! But she graduated and moved back home with her parents. The part where I got to walk around naked was fine, but I would need to pay for the whole rent instead of half. I started sweating a little bit at the thought of having to make seven hundred a month. A rational person would down-size or consider a new roommate. I stuck to my gut and claimed I was incapable of moving my stuff and I didn't want to share. Plus I'm reluctant to change. Chase hadn't called while I was out. Nothing new. It was now eight o'clock and Friday night. My fingers were itching to call him. Would it be weird to just say "Hey"? I dialed fast before mother hen could argue, and I got his voice mail. I hate his voice mail. It does that stupid thing where he answers and then pauses. I start talking, thinking I've actually reached another living breathing creature, but then the rest of his message comes up. "Hey, it's Callie. I'm still up for something if you want." Call me. Call me. CALL ME! "So give me a call." I hung up reminding myself that we were listed as "In a relationship" on Facebook and that should mean something. I felt my fingers begin tweeking for something else. I looked down at them. I knew what they wanted, and I had nothing else better planned for the evening. I looked toward my night stand. It was beckoning. Normally it just sits there and holds my little lamp and Nora Roberts novel, but tonight it was beckoning. I hesitated. I might as well own fifty cats and wear moo moos. Friday night and where was I; at home with my vibrator. Best Laid Plans Ch. 02 Ch 2 – Toying with the Mouse Helen's answering machine had half a dozen messages on it when she got home. Most were from her father, "Miss you. Please call. We need to talk. I have something important to tell you." "Yeah, right, Dad," she answered. She had no desire to talk to the man. He had walked out on her, hadn't found the time to be there while she was growing up, and now suddenly, he needed to talk to her. She deleted the last of his messages and played the last one on the machine. "Helen, it's me, Jason. Your cellular was busy, so I called here. Anyway, I wanted to wish you luck tonight and I want you to call me after whatever it is that you have planned. That's all." Helen was good at reading between the lines, especially where Jason was concerned. She knew that he was missing her and that he wanted to be with her tonight, but it just wasn't possible. Jason wasn't in love with her, but he still found it hard to share her with other men. Ryan was more than a rival for her time, he was a business rival; and Jason wanted to be sure where Helen's loyalties were. She pulled off her heavy sweater and pulled on a comfortable t-shirt and replaced her boots with fuzzy slippers. She pulled her mail out of her purse and made herself a cup of tea. Helen knew Ryan's routine rather well; he was the consummate creature of habit. He would spend the day in his office and then stop at the mall coffee shop to read the paper. He would check out his company's product placement at the mall stores before coming home for the night. She knew that he liked to do his laundry very late at night when the building was quiet. She decided to spend the time waiting online. She checked out her snail mail while reading through most of her email. She ended up trashing a fair share of junk mail and spam. She checked out a few corporate web sites before deciding to hack into Ryan's company site. She noted that there was a fair amount of security on the site and decided to wait. She stopped by Jason's site and left him a very naughty message. "Wish you were here, you naughty boy. Here I sit with nothing on except a smile, rubbing my clit and thinking about how much I wish you could be here sucking it for me. I miss your agile tongue licking my nipples and the way your cock hardens as I suck on it. I miss how your cum fills my throat before I swallow every drop. I miss riding your hard cock while you tug on my nipple clamps until I come all over your lap. Tomorrow, I promise, I won't miss you!" She knew that Jason would be waiting for her at their usual rendezvous and that helped her get ready for Ryan. She wanted to reek of her sex when she ran into him later tonight and leaving this message made her wet. She replaced her fuzzy slippers with a pair of medium heels and replaced her t-shirt with a see-through shirt that made her rock hard nipples more obvious. She turned on her television and popped a tape into the VCR. She chose the one movie that she knew would only make her wetter and sat down on her couch. When the movie was finished, she went to her bedroom and gathered the sexiest laundry she could collect, and grabbing her keys and some coins, she headed down to the laundry room. As expected, Ryan was there, sitting on top of one of the folding tables with a sketchpad. She entered the room, letting her heels tap loudly on the floor and dropping her basket on a nearby machine. She carefully removed each item of lingerie on at a time from the basket and placed it into the machine. She made her temperature selection and then dropped her quarters into the coin slots. She poured the laundry detergent into the machine, closed the lid and then looked around the room. She shot a surprised look in Ryan's direction. "Don't I know you?" she asked. Ryan looked up from his sketchbook and stared at her for a moment. "You're the coffee spiller and paper ripper that I met at the mall, aren't you?" Helen was uncertain of his mood; she decided to take the apologetic route. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm a bit of a bull in a china shop. Am I disturbing you?" "No, actually, I could use a break from all this peace and quiet." Helen turned away from him and headed towards the door. Ryan scrambled from the tabletop and ran after her. "I'm sorry, please don't leave. I mean, I don't even know your name," he stammered. "Mine's Ryan Dalton," he blurted out. "Helen Parker," she replied, limply offering her hand. He was standing close to her and she was certain that he could smell her pussy juice as it dripped down her legs. She glanced down at his chinos to see if he was interested in more than polite conversation. She was not disappointed. Helen walked over to the folding tables with Ryan following close behind. She sat down and picked up his sketchpad. "Are you an artist?" she asked. "No, a designer," he said as he retrieved the pad, "and these are just preliminary sketches." "Can I see them?" she queried as she reached for the pad. "No," he answered abruptly. "Let's talk about you," he countered in an attempt to change the subject. "What do you design?" Helen inquired as she stood her ground. "I don't like to talk about my work," he stated dryly. "Sorry I asked," Helen responded as she slid off the table. She walked over to her machine and inspected her lingerie's progress. She let the lid slam back down and walked back over to Ryan. "I sell perfume in a department store," she spoke in a subdued manner. "It's not much of a job but it pays the rent!" "And how do you pay for your dinner?" he asked pointedly. "I date men," she answered with a laugh. The smile on her face betrayed the joke, and Ryan laughed in response. "Does that mean that you are open to having dinner with me?" Ryan asked smiling at her. "Only if you ask me?" Helen shot back. Helen left the table to retrieve her laundry from the washer and started towards the exit. "Aren't you going to dry that stuff?" he shouted after her. Helen ignored his question as she exited the laundry room and headed towards the elevator. On the way up to her apartment, she went over the conversation she had just had with Ryan. Helen realized that he wasn't the easy mark that she thought he would be. She would have to get very close to the man to get what she was after. She entered her apartment and hung her laundry in the bathroom to dry. She went online one last time that night to check for mail and to send a report to her boss. Joshua Radford would not be pleased at the lack of progress that she had made, but Helen really didn't care at that moment. She answered the few other letters that has straggled in late at night and shut down her computer. Helen then turned her attention to her answering machine. There was a single message that she almost deleted unheard. She hit the play button expecting it to be another plea from her father. "Helen, it's me, Jason,” the message began. "I can't meet with you tomorrow. Something came up and I have to go out of town for a few days. I'll call you when I get back. Bye." Helen was not having a good night and found it hard to get to sleep. She had gotten comfortable with her arrangement with Jason and hated to miss their weekly appointment. As she drifted off to sleep, Helen had little idea of just how many things in her life were about to change. Best Laid Plans Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Are you an Innie or an Outtie? Initially, I had been hesitant to buy one. It seemed like an awful big expense for something that should come second nature to someone. I mean, men can do it with just one hand. If they need help, they can run down to Walgreens and buy a bottle of Lubriderm, and no one would be the wiser. When I was twelve, I discovered by doing a unique sit up, I could get off. I did a whole lot of sit ups, and I had a six pack in 9th grade. I wanted something a little less physically demanding. Thortan is in dead center of rural Illinois. It's surrounded by corn and soy bean farmers who go to church every Sunday to pay penance for going to the dirty adult theater and boutique off 1-57 the night before. Simple Pleasures had every gizmo and cock mold you could fathom. It's three miles north of a strip club, and two miles east of campus. I walked in and instantly the clerk could smell my fear. "Can I see your I.D.?" she asked as I stepped through the doors. They had an alert system that ding donged when a person walks in. Just what you want when you visit a naughty novelties store. Her hot pink nails had glitter and rainbows on them. I handed her my I.D. and her eyes squinted and glared back at mine. She was the kind of woman who made mince meat pies out of men's testicles. I could tell by the glitter she used as eye shadow. Her name tag said Twila. Just the kind of woman you want working at a naughty novelties store. "You want anything in particular?" She asked. I stuttered that I was just looking. Twila smirked and sashayed off. She came back ten seconds later with a dildo and a small silver egg. She handed both to me. "Are you an innie or an outtie?" This was getting a little weird. I could only hope she was referring to my belly button. I lifted my shirt and showed her my innie. "No, put your shirt down. I meant do you like to have it inside of you, or outside of you?" Twila had a hand on her hip and I was about to internally combust with embarrassment. I had no idea what kind of masturbation methods I preferred since I'd been doing sit ups to get me off for the past ten years. A dildo looked intimidating and I had no idea what to do with a silver egg. "I've never. ." I trailed off. Twila had put her hand up to stop me. "You a virgin?" This question didn't surprise me. By now I was used to the inappropriate butting into my sexual life. "No. I've never had an orgasm and I want something that will do that." It just slid out of my mouth before my teeth could block it. Twila seemed to understand. She took back the dildo, which left me with the egg. Twila smiled wide and said, "You are an outtie." Great, I always liked German cars. Thirty dollars lighter and I had me my own personal vibrator. I named her Lucky on account that I got her on discount because Twila liked me. Lucky and I got to know each other really well, and after two years, Lucky passed away of old age and overuse. I'm not positive on the lifespan of vibrators, but it seemed like it was time to upgrade. So there I was staring back at my new best friend. I didn't know what to name it this time. The egg had purple silicone around it. There was a remote that increased the vibrations attached by a cord. The remote was also purple. Barney came to mind as a good name. I took off the stretchy top. My breasts were even getting excited. I removed my pants. I had to work harder at that since I'd been sweating out applications all day and I needed to bat them off with a stick. My bed lured me in, I loved pillows when I slept. But for my extracurricular activities I preferred to go bare. There is a sort of romance to masturbating. Ancient drawings depict mostly males masturbating because I guess it was harder to draw a vagina. Just ask Georgia O'Keefe. Somewhere between ancient gods teaching humans to touch themselves and the rise of Christianity, masturbation had picked up a bad rep. Falsely accused of causing mental hysteria and even blurred visions or blindness, masturbation became everyone's favorite whipping boy. Girls weren't allowed to ride horseback or bicycles because the sensation was to similar to masturbation. Boys wore restraining belts to keep their hands away from their doodles. Fast forward to a millennium where you can get a rabbit with the click of a mouse, masturbation has a whole new following. I saw myself as following in the line of many woman before me. I don't mean my mother or grandmother because that's just nasty to think about them pleasuring themselves or grandpa. Since the ex-roommate had moved out, I was in total touch-myself heaven. Chase and I could screw each other until the cows came home, but I would never feel a smidgen of an "Oh god!" feeling. Mostly I felt like a catalyst to his own "Oh god!" moment. Chase had a very lovely body and he would hate me for calling it lovely. He could become aroused at the drop of a bra and liked his dick licked for at least eleven minutes before it went anywhere near my "area."He never went down on me, which was not unlike many other boyfriends I've had. They're like scared of it or something. I've douched, shaved, waxed, and considered laser hair removal to no avail. My last refuge was to lure him there with the promise of meat lovers pizza and a beer. Panties off, I gazed downward at my body. Laying on my back it looked gorgeous and stunning. Girls are so hotter than guys are naked. My fingers found the drawer pull and slipped deep inside, pushing aside lube, condoms, and a dog-eared Betty Crocker Halloween baking pamphlet. What, I like to be festive. I found Barney in the back making conversation with a pair of edible undies which do not taste so edible. The cord was tangled up in the thong strings. No worries, I have all night. The pleasure egg found its way downstairs after I ripped the eddie undies to shreds. My back arched in anticipation. I liked it fast. I rubbed Barney over the top. My legs were already quivering from excitement. It had been at least a full twenty-four hours since last time. The heat rushed through my veins, I was on fire. I skimmed a finger between my breasts down to my navel. My stomach jumped with delight. It liked to be touched and loved, unless I'd just eaten Thanksgiving dinner. I tortured my skin, just grazing it with my fingers, or clawing into the sheets, as the bed seemed to lift me up and over several 'almost there' seconds. I repositioned Barney so he was on and off of my favorite button which caused me to knock my knees together. Tonight I could go slow, I reminded myself. It didn't need to be rushed. But I was already sweating, getting steamed up under the sheets and ready to combust. My thoughts turned to the romance novel I'd just read, lingering on a certain phrase and pictures that came to my mind. My hips shot straight off the sheets when I recalled a hot scene out of the book. I was so close. Until. . . . . .CRASH! Best Laid Plans Ch. 03 Ch 3 - Breakfast Helen woke up late for work. She dressed in a hurry and barely took the time to put on any makeup. She rushed down the stairs because she didn't want to wait for the elevator. On her way down the last flight of stairs to the garage, she heard a snap and felt herself starting to fall. She managed to grab the stair rail in time to catch herself. "Oh hell, what else can go wrong?" she asked loudly, her voice ringing through the stairwell. She sat down on the steps and pulled off her wounded shoe. She picked up the wayward heal and attempted to reattach it to the shoe, but the injury appeared to be permanent. She slipped off her other shoe and started back up the stairs toward her apartment. When she arrived back at her apartment, she noticed the blinking light on her answering machine. She walked over and hit the play button and then began to search her closet for another pair of high-heeled shoes. Buried inside her crate of shoes, she managed to find another black pair of heels and slipped them on. Realizing that she had not been paying attention to the message and that the voice was somewhat unfamiliar, she hit the replay button and sat down to listen. "Hello, is this the same Helen Parker that I met in the laundry room last night?" the message began. "If it is, please call 555-RYAN and let's discuss breakfast. If this isn't, then I am really sorry that I called you so early. Please accept my sincere apology. Thank you and goodbye." Helen quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number, "Please tell me that you didn't call every Helen Parker in the book," she blurted out when the voice at the other end said "Hello?" "Of course not!" Ryan calmly replied, "I just wanted to be sure that you would call right away." "Well, it worked," she said in a calmer voice. "Now what was that you said about breakfast?" "I'd like you to come over to my apartment and eat it." Helen couldn't help smiling at that remark. She stifled the urge to reply, "Eat what?" Instead she answered, "Which apartment is yours?” even though she knew exactly which one was his. She changed out of her suit and pulled on a thin cotton shell and a short denim skirt. She felt a certain rush getting ready to meet Ryan for breakfast. She picked up her phone and dialed her office number. She checked through her voicemail messages and then called her boss's extension. "Hello, Joshua Radford." "Josh, listen, I won't be in today. Our boy just called and asked me to meet him in his apartment for breakfast." Helen could hardly contain her excitement. "I thought that you blew it last night and would have to start over?" he responded. "So, did I, but I guess I was wrong, wasn't I?" she said as she pulled on a pair of pink heels that matched her sweater. "Can't talk for long or I'll be late. I'll call back later and let you know how things went." Helen hung up the phone and rushed out the door for the elevator. She decided again that the stairs would be faster, but this time she removed her shoes. She bounded up the two flights of stairs and down the hall. The door opened while she was busy putting her shoes back on. She straightened herself up and smiled at Ryan as he grabbed her elbow to steady her. "Glad you could make it," he said as he led her into his apartment. Ryan's apartment was immaculate. "I must remember to ask him who cleans his place," Helen thought as Ryan dragged her across his shining wooden floors to his dining table. He left her long enough to pull out a chair for her and practically forced her to sit down. The place setting was simple and inexpensive, but sparkling clean; Helen wondered if he had just bought them. Ryan poured out two cups of coffee and two glasses of orange juice and then disappeared momentarily into the kitchen. He reappeared carrying a frying pan and a spatula. "I hope you like omelets!" he announced as he placed one on each plate. Helen was in heaven at that moment; the orange juice was freshly squeezed, the coffee wasn't burnt and the omelet was the most incredible one she had ever had. "Where did you get the idea for a ham and pineapple omelet?" she found herself asking. "Pizza" was his brief reply. Helen decided that she really didn't need to know what pizza had to do with her omelet. She had never met a man who could cook before. Thinking about his skill as a chef made Helen blush with embarrassment as she remembered how poor were her own cooking skills. Helen's blush brought a smile to Ryan's face and Helen only felt more embarrassed. She tried to curtail her blushing by forcing a smile, but it didn't work. Ryan reached across the table and, touching her cheek gently, said "You are beautiful when you blush." His remark only led to further blushing on Helen's part. Ryan laughed, "Do you blush in bed?" Helen took offense at his rude question and started to rise from her chair. "I'm sorry," Ryan protested, "Please don't go." Helen glared in his direction. Her reasons for being there had been forgotten. She had succumbed to the charms of a man so unlike any she had ever known. And in one careless moment, he had become all of them. She didn't know whether to go or stay. Ryan continued his apology, "I invited you here to apologize for last night and here I go ruining what was a nice breakfast. I've never dated anyone as beautiful as you before." "Dated?" Helen asked, "Did you say 'dated'?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that this was a date." "No, that's okay," Helen had never thought that having breakfast with a man could be considered to be a "date". For Helen, having breakfast with a man was usually how a date ended and, most of the time, Room Service and not her date prepared breakfast. Jason had barely been able to manage toast and instant coffee the last time that they had spent the night together. Ryan cleared away the omelet plates and returned with two clean ones and a basket full of warm lemon-poppy seed muffins. He also refilled their coffee cups and offered her a choice of butter or cream cheese for her muffin. "I never dated a man who could cook, until now that is!" Helen smiled at Ryan. "I didn't bake the muffins, but I did manage everything else!" Ryan bragged as he tore open one of the muffins. Helen carefully tore apart her own muffin and popped a small piece of it into her mouth. She watched Ryan as he carefully buttered a small piece and popped it into his own mouth. Helen deliberately over-buttered a piece of muffin and seductively licked the extra butter off before eating that piece. Ryan buttered half a muffin and licked the butter off before taking a bite out of it. Helen took some cream cheese to a muffin and licked a small heart into the muffin half. She passed it to Ryan and watched him draw an arrow through the heart with the tip of his tongue before passing it back to her. This little game was starting to get to Helen as she noticed her nipples getting hard. Ryan reached his hand across the table and took hold of Helen's hand as she reached for the last of the muffins. He stood up and pulled her out of her seat. Reaching for her neck with his other hand he pulled her close to him and kissed her. Helen's nipples hurt from her reaction to his deep lingering kiss. She was caught by surprise and stared at him with the look of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. "Listen," he said, "I really have to get going now. I don't want to be late for work." He pulled her to the door of his apartment as he continued to explain, "I really enjoyed having you for breakfast, and I think that we should do this again sometime, but I think that you had better get going to wherever it is that you go during the day. I'll call you sometime, if I don't see you at the mall or the laundry room." He practically pushed her out the door as he finished his last sentence. Helen stood outside his door for a moment, confused by what had just happened. She started down the hall towards the elevator thinking about the kiss she had just been given and the "bum's rush" that had followed it. She began to suspect that Ryan wasn't as naive as she had thought him to be. It had never occurred to her that even "nerds" had lives, although Ryan wasn't your stereotypical nerd. She punched the elevator call button and waited for the car to arrive. She stepped through the doors as they opened only to be followed by Ryan. Helen stepped to the back of the car as he punched the buttons for her floor and the lobby. He turned towards her and grinned at her, his eyes betraying a certain mischievous nature. She looked into those deep blue eyes and saw what must have been his "inner child" peeking through. "That must be what makes him such a good designer," she thought. When the door opened for her floor, she stepped forward to exit the car. Ryan blocked her exit with his arm and said, "You have to pay a toll." Before she could ask him what he meant, he grabbed her neck and kissed her with the same passion as the earlier kiss. He then stepped clear of the door and motioned for her to exit. Helen stepped out of the car and started down the hall to her apartment. Helen's phone was ringing when she entered her apartment. She walked over and picked it up. "Hello?" she said. "Helen, it's me," the voice stated. "What do you want?" she barked at the voice on the other end. "To talk," her father answered. "I don't have time to talk now. I'm late for work," she lied. "Helen, I'm sorry. I should never have left you or your mother. I'm sorry that I hurt you like that," he blurted out, hoping that she was somehow still listening. Helen was shocked by his revelation. She had never expected an apology from her father. He had always said to her that she should never apologize for anything. She had taken the lesson to heart and it had made it easier for her to do what she did. "Don't apologize. Don't look back." Those words had stayed with her as she launched her career as a corporate spy. She had helped her company steal designs from the best creative minds in the industry. And now, the man responsible for her career choice was backing down on his word. "Helen, are you there?" he asked. "Yes, Dad, I'm still here," she answered quietly. "Your mother and I would like it if you could join us for dinner tonight. It would really mean a lot to her if we could spend some time together. Can you come tonight?" Helen took a moment to think about his invitation. She needed time to "regroup" after Ryan's breakfast and really didn't want to be available to him tonight. Jason was out of town and unavailable as an excuse. "Sure, I can come. What time?" she responded. "Around six?" he tentatively suggested. "Six will be fine. See you then," she said just before hanging up. Helen went to her closet and pulled on a pair of black leather boots and a black linen blazer. She grabbed her coat, purse and keys and headed out the door. She took the stairs down to the garage and walked to her car, unaware of the man following her. Helen opened her car door and tossed her purse into the passenger seat. She pulled on her winter coat and sat down at the wheel. As she put her key into the ignition, she lost control and started crying. She found herself praying for an excuse not to go to her mother's house for dinner. After a few minutes, she regained her composure and backed out of her space, setting off for her "office" at the mall. Helen could not risk Ryan discovering her real employer's identity, so she had set up a "dummy" business at the mall where she "worked". She had spent several months setting things up for her "accidental" meeting with Ryan Dalton. She had stalked him for days, learning his routine and other personal details of his life. Her greatest fear had been that he would not like women, a fact that would have left her at a decided disadvantage. Best Laid Plans Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Can I help you? "CAN I HELP YOU?" I find a peeping tom watching me go at it and my first response is 'can I help you?' I'm more messed up than I thought. Pants on the floor, the remnants of an almost orgasm scattered all over the bed, and I'm doing some mental head smacks for leaving my first floor window wide open. My peeper is Kevin Miller. Kevin has never heard the words "you're fine," by a doctor. He thinks Cheese-its are a food group and made Mtn. Dew millions of dollars last year alone after he swore up and down that it gave him super human powers. I had met Kevin two years ago after a finals week fiasco. He flirted, I waited patiently for prince charming. We'd never made out, and I was a better person for that. Kevin fashioned himself a comic book aficionado. He wasn't as fat or as lonely as the stereotype, but he was one brazen mother fucker for peeking in on me while I did myself. I forgot about the whole naked thing and scrambled up and out of my room. Mother hen screaming, 'Don't forget your jacket' as I passed through the foyer. Physical head slap. I snatched one of those thin shawl things that was supposed to look good for layering. Looks great for layering, looks ridiculous for running out of your house with no pants on. "Kevin Miller you sick son of a bitch!" I yelled searching high and low for a weapon. The garden gnomes looked promising. Kevin had slipped off the ledge he was using to look into my window and had bounced his front teeth on the bricks. I felt no pity for his chipped tooth or for the giant bruise I was gonna give him when I threw little Doc at him. "You had your window open, Callie. You were hot. I mean like pay-per-view hot." Glad I'm not TBS hot, that would have been devastating. Kevin rubbed his jaw line and tried to put some space between himself and the lawn ornaments I was chucking at him. His hands were covering his junk. Of course, because what's the most important thing to protect in life for a man, his doodle and company. But then I caught the sight of flesh. "You were masturbating!" I screamed aiming for his chest with a pink flamingo and pointing an accusatory finger at his crotch. "You were masturbating!" He yelled back pointing an accusatory finger at my crotch. Kevin struggled to zip himself in and got caught on some hay colored puberty. "I wasn't a pervert watching my neighbor do it!" I tossed the flamingo as it bent and broke its neck on the way. That's what I get for using flamingos. "I would pay good money to watch you do that." As opposed to bad money? Kevin hiked up his trousers and continued tramping his doc martins all over the begonias. I felt my temperature rising. I had planted those flowers earlier and they'd lasted three months already. I'm no gardener, but I would like to keep my place from looking like a frat house. Kevin eyeballed my tits through the thin material blocking my bare naked ass from the rest of the world. This time I pitched a faux bullfrog at him. There were people stepping out on their front porches to stare. Go back inside, mother hen kept jabbering. This was a neighborhood, lovingly referred to as The Brothel, was two blocks east of the college bars. We'd seen our fair share of bush pissers and drunken break up fights. Every other weekend the stop sign was uprooted by some frat boy trying to prove that he had a y chromosome. And we knew if we found a tampon in the yews, there was probably a condom close by. "Callie, I'll give you fifty bucks if you finish." Kevin said dodging the bullfrog. He had his hands up in surrender, and I was going nowhere with the front yard pitching practice. "A hundred." Was I a business woman or what? "I've only got fifty." Kevin stepped forward. His eyes were dark and there was a little boyish grin curling up the sides of his face. My butt was getting cold and I had run out of reasons why I was still standing outside. I stomped up the steps and back to the land of sanity and clothes. Aware that Kevin had followed me, unsure what I was gonna do about it. "I was walking back from band practice when I saw you in the window. I knew you lived in the area and I had a sip of beer earlier so I was feeling pretty horny." Everyone's favorite quantity of beer. A sip. "I've been watching those infomercials on t.v. at night. You know, the ones for girls gone crazy. They're so hot. They take off their shirts, you know, IN THE INFOMERCIAL. But then they block it out with this black bar. I haven't seen a real girl's boobs in a whole fucking year. It's getting so bad that any black bar is a turn on." He was standing there looking dopey with his hands waving about trying to persuade me to go through with it. I thought about fifty bucks. I could pay off rent with seven hundred dollars,not fifty bucks. I go through cash faster than my grandma goes through Jack Daniels. Fifty bucks would be gone by Thursday. Tops. "Jesus, Kev just go home and go online or something." I had covered myself up with a floor length blue robe. I checked my phone to see if Chase had called. Big no there. I paced, waiting for Kevin to leave but like a lost puppy, he was sniffing around, touching things, and turning around in circles looking for a place to sit down. "They're all big and not real. You're real." Real pissed off. "Come on I was so close." My eyes bugged out of their sockets, "YOU were so close, I was so close until you ruined it." Calm down, Callie. There will be other orgasms. "I have a boyfriend, Kevin. I'm not going to let another guy watch me go at it." Kevin sighed. He put his hands up and sighed again. What was with the sighing? I looked around for something to throw at him that would do some damage. No more pink flamingos, I was going for a table lamp. "Alright, fuck. I didn't want to tell you this but you've left me no choice. Chase is snogging with a blond Tri Delt. I saw them tonight at the Big Bang. He had his hand up her skirt. She was wearing a red lace thong. I remember because I almost came from the sight of her perfect ass cheeks." I still had my eye on the table lamp. When the hockey player in 2 A moved on to the big ice rink in the sky, his parents sold all of his crap. I bought a practice stick thinking it would make a good security system. It was now ten feet away with Kevin in between. He turned around at the hockey stick, then turned back at me, then back to the hockey stick putting together the puzzle pieces. "Please don't kill the messenger." When the messenger is jacking off while watching me naked, I kill the messenger. What is snogging anyway? Is that making out? Is that feeling her up? Screw it. I'd done worse things. I think I still had bruises on my knees from when I gave Chase a blow job in the bathroom at McNally's. I grimaced at the memory. "I'll let you watch. No touching. No touching me, no touching yourself. Got it." Kevin stared back at me wide mouthed. I saw drool trickle down his chin. Just to be sure, I dug out my one roll of pink duct tape. It came with a whole set of pink tools. My brother figured I'd be more apt to use the hardware if it was in a girly color. I duct taped Kevin's hands together while he whined about not be able to touch himself. Then I duct taped his mouth shut. "mis mif mucking ot," he murmured. "This is a safety precaution. You tell anyone about this, and I will gut you like a pig." I had a good role model in the art of empty death threats. My mother once threatened Mary Alice Jenning after she came to the church bake off with the exact same great-grandma hand-me-down flourless chocolate cake. I heard through the cane walkers Mary Alice tripped over the bingo card table. She also dropped out because the seniors weren't too pleased when their game was delayed. You don't piss off bingo players and you don't piss of an Irish mother of seven children, six of which are boys. We went into my room, he sat down in my desk chair, and I closed the window, shut the blinds, and pulled the drapes across. Funny thing, I was actually getting excited to start up again. If Kevin stayed quiet in his corner, I would be able to finish, get paid, and send nasty text messages to Chase by the end of the night. I kept myself covered with the blue robe, and Kevin mumbled a curse of discontent. Stage shy was not my middle name, but I figured I was going to give him the least I could for fifty bucks. I found Barney shoved under a pillow and showed Kevin so he could tell this was the real deal. LET'S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH, I thought splitting open the robe from my hips down. Kevin leaned forward in the chair to get a closer look. I tried not to pay attention to what he was doing, but I could hear a distant humming. Barney turned on with a prompt buzz, I looked over at Kevin as he sat still. The egg slipped into its usual spot, right on top of my button. The humming in the corner got louder. I let my legs flare out to the sides, the temperature in the room rose a few degrees and I tried to drown out the humming with my own thoughts. It wasn't working. "Shut up, Kevin!" I yelled turning toward him, feeling like the exorcist chick. All splayed out and ready-to-go and he was humming Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang. I don't know why and I also didn't care. "Orry," he grumbled, put his duct tapped hands under his chin, and leaned forward as if in deep thought. Barney continued his buzzing, through the charade. Every once in a while, Kevin would creak in the chair, and I would shoot him a dirty look. Not the sultry why-don't-you-join-me dirty look, the I'm gonna-slit-your-throat-if-you-make-another-noise dirty look. The first wave of contentment had me pushing my hips upward and onward. The robe slid open fully exposing myself and I heard Kevin fall out of his chair. My butt cheeks clenched together as tightly as I could make them, enough to bounce several quarters off of, and I slowly came back to earth, unaware I had a spectator. Actually, where had Kevin gone? "aof uck!" Kevin groaned. He'd tumbled onto the floor and was furiously trying to rub his hard on through the duct tape and through his jeans. I wrapped myself together, rolled Kevin onto his stomach and fished out his wallet from his back pocket. He started flailing around like a beached whale. Inside was eighty bucks. Payment well deserved. I flipped him over like a pancake and dropped the wallet onto chest. His boner had disappeared and he was red and sweaty. The only pair of scissors I had were the kind Kindergarten teachers hand out to the knuckle head student who forgot theirs. They came complete with safety blades, but they cut through the duct tape. Kevin lay spread eagle for a while trying to get his bearings. The duct tape was still on his mouth, and he was breathing not so successfully through his nose. I ripped it off. "OWE! Shit!" He rubbed his face and found his way up to standing. It was a while before he said anything that wasn't a curse. "I'm taking this," I showed him the money, "And your keeping your mouth shut." "Whatever. I'll see you around." Kevin trudged out of my room and out of the front door. I heard it slam and heard a few other expletives as he stormed outside. There it was again. 'I'll see you around.' Is that like their default good-bye line? Best Laid Plans Ch. 04 Lies for Lunch She parked her car and trudged through the slush left by the previous evening's snowstorm. She entered the mall on its upper level near a door close to the office complex and took the stairs up one flight. She walked down the hall and into a small office with the sign "HP Imports, Inc" at the side of the door. She sat down at the lone desk sitting in the office and started up the computer sitting on it. She played her answering machine messages most of which were wrong numbers or prank calls, while she signed herself on to her email server. One of her phone messages was a request to meet for lunch with a "service rep" from Holiday Toys. Helen smiled at the way the request was worded, "...a chance to discuss future business. Perhaps, a more lucrative liaison between our two corporate interests..." In other words, her boss wanted to meet with her for lunch and a "nooner", and Helen was definitely in the mood after the way Ryan had yanked her chain this morning. Josh Radford was not averse to sending Jason Williams out of town on business when it meant keeping Helen to himself. But today he was hoping to play it out differently. He knew that Ryan Dalton was no fool and would probably be checking her out. He hoped that Helen's distress at his "untoward moves" would force Ryan to become her knight-in-shining-armor and move things along between them. His company was in dire need of Dalton's designs if they were going to survive into the next century. Helen arrived at the dimly lit Bistro that Joshua had mentioned in his phone message and allowed the waiter to show her to the table. Josh was waiting for her with a publicity kit from Holiday Toys and a small post-it note that said, "Slap me and then leave." Helen stared at the note for a moment and then did exactly what it said. Josh watched as Ryan took the bait and followed Helen back to her office. He knew that Helen was more than capable of handling things from that point on. Ryan caught up with her just outside her office door, and offered her a tissue. "Here. Dry your eyes, you wouldn't want your boss to know that you have been crying." Helen took the tissue and said, "My boss already knows. I work for myself; I just didn't know how I felt when we first met. I have such lousy luck with men..." "No need to apologize or explain," Ryan interrupted, as he opened the door to her office. Before Helen could sit down at her desk, Ryan reached for her answering machine and hit the "Play" button. The message from Joshua poured forth from the speaker. Ryan shook his head as he listened to the "invitation" to meet with his business rival. "Desperate men..." he said as he deleted that message. "I'm sorry," he said. "For what?" she asked. "It's not your fault that he made a pass at me. The guy is just a creep, that's all." "I guess that I should thank you, then," he smiled at Helen as he spoke. "For what?" she asked curtly. "For not slapping my face this morning," he said resting his hands on her desk as he bent over it. Helen leaned forward in her chair. "I like your face," she said smiling at him and leaning closer. Ryan reached forward, grabbed her head and kissed her hard on the lips. "I like your face too," he answered softly before letting go. "How about some lunch?" Helen stared blankly at him; "Some what?" she answered absently, her mind still on his kiss. "Lunch. You know, food, eats, stomach filling..." "Anywhere, but the Bistro." "I know the perfect place," he said as he pulled her to her feet. "The chef is a friend of mine. You'll love it, I promise!" Ryan dragged her out the door, barely giving her time to grab her keys and no time to grab her coat. "My coat..." she started to blurt out. "You don't need it!" he interrupted. Ryan dragged Helen behind him back into the mall and down the escalator to the lower level. She followed him past the mall’s anchor stores to the other end where the theatres were located. Just before arriving at the cinemas, he stopped in front of the Beef Barrel. "Well?" he asked with a childish grin on his face. "You have got to be kidding!" she answered in astonishment. "A burger joint? You said you knew the 'chef'. This place doesn't have a chef, it has a cook." "Michael is a 'chef', not a 'cook' and he makes the best hamburgers on the planet. But if hamburgers aren't good enough for you..." "No, that's okay, I like hamburgers and I'm really too tired to walk anywhere else. Ryan led her inside to a table close to the counter. "Let me order, I know what Michael's specialty is. And if you are nice, I'll even introduce you to him." He left Helen sitting at the table while he placed the order and came back with a little numbered stand-up. "It will be a couple of minutes, but they will bring the order to the table." He sat down next to Helen and leaning towards her asked, "Well, what do you think of the ambience?" "I have to admit that this place isn't your usual burger joint. I don't see any clowns or crowns anywhere." "This place caters to grown-ups, not kids. Michael thought that adults shouldn't have to be tripping over the little darlings every time they went out, so he designed the place to have zero kid appeal. He asked me to help him avoid anything that might be attractive to the little trolls." "Does this mean that you don't like kids?" she asked. Helen could imagine anyone in his line of work not liking kids. But Ryan wasn't like anyone she had met before, so anything was possible. "No, I love the little darlings. I would love to have ten or twenty of my own someday, but Michael wanted a place where you could talk openly about making babies without the little creatures overhearing the conversation." "You mean a place where you could talk about fucking your brains out without some mother having a stroke because her little angel heard a bad word?" "Exactly!" he answered as the food arrived. Helen looked at the enormous hamburger placed in front of her. She examined the toppings and discovered that it resembled a salad without the onion or tomato. It consisted of a lettuce leaf topped with alfalfa sprouts, carrot curls, cucumber slices and Thousand Island dressing. Ryan placed the top bun on his burger and started to eat. Helen looked at the potatoes that came with the burger, they were sliced red bliss potatoes, which had been sliced like thick chips and deep-fried. She tasted one and discovered that they had the distinct taste of garlic, but she couldn't figure out how. She watched Ryan as he dipped his chips into a small container of whipped sour cream and did the same. The taste was incredible. The burger was cooked thoroughly but was still juicy. Her lunch was as near perfect as her breakfast had been. Helen expected her dinner at her parent's house to be somewhat of a letdown and told Ryan so. "Does that mean that you'd like to meet Michael?" he asked. "No, that's okay," she answered. "What I'd really like is to go somewhere and fuck you." Helen had no idea why she had blurted that out. "Well, I know just the place." Ryan pulled Helen to her feet and led her back behind the counter. He took her into a back room and lay her down on a cot. Smiling down at her, he stroked her face with his hands and asked his first question. "Who are you? What is your real name?" "Helen Parker" she blurted out. "Who do you work for?" he asked next. "Holiday Toys" she replied. "And what do you do for Holiday Toys?" "I steal designs, and sometimes people, from other toy companies" Ryan stood up, walked across the room and kicked the wall. "Damn it, Helen, I really like you. Why?” he asked. "Tell me why the really pretty ones are so evil." "Ask her," Michael responded. "What were you planning on stealing from me?" Ryan asked Helen as she lay there staring up at the ceiling. "A few moments of your time," was her surprising reply. "I like you, you excite me. All I want is to spend time with you. That and to jump your bones," she said smiling. Ryan sat down next to her and bent down. She reached her arms around his next and kissed him. Ryan pushed her away. "Not now, later when the drug has worn off, that is if you will still talk to me." Ryan helped her to her feet and walked her back to her office. He helped her into her coat and, after picking up her purse, out to his car. Michael met him outside in the parking lot and Ryan tossed Helen's keys to him. "It's a pale blue Metro. It's gotta be parked around here somewhere. She's going to get worse before she gets better," Ryan remarked. He sat down in the driver’s seat after pouring Helen into the backseat of his green Mercedes. Michael followed him home through the light afternoon traffic and parked Helen's car in her space. He helped Ryan extricate the somewhat giddy Helen from the backseat and into the elevator. Michael unlocked her apartment door while Ryan kept Helen conscious and standing. He left her keys on the dining table and waited for Ryan to lay Helen down on her couch. "I think I gave her too much," he said as he looked at the limp woman. "Do you think?" Ryan sniped back. "You got the truth... not that it came as any surprise!" "Actually, the truth was a surprise. I wonder if she is even aware that she has fallen for me." "I've gotta go, I have a restaurant to run." Michael pulled his keys out of his pocket and headed towards the door. "See you around, bro!" "Stay out of trouble, Mikey!" Michael closed the door behind him as he left the apartment and mused, "I wonder if you are aware that you have fallen for her!" Ryan sat down and watched as Helen drifted off to sleep. He knew that he should leave her there but he wanted to apologize to her when she woke up. Ryan had not slept well the night before and it caught up with him while he was sitting there. Best Laid Plans Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Will work for Mai Tais. Mike Nash was the darkest black man I'd ever laid my eyes on. He spoke in quick successive sentences that I strained to understand; I made a mental note to invest in a recorder so I could play back our conversations and try to pick out what it was he was saying. Mike also wore a shirt a size too small and pants that swished way too loudly. I was sitting cross legged doing my best to appear angelic in a button down oxford shirt and Express skirt I'd purchased for my cousin's wedding. The skirt fluted out at the hem. I was misinformed that it would make me look professional and savvy. Instead I felt like a child who had rummaged through her mother's closet. Mike Nash was none too impressed. He pointed to a dry erase board emphasizing a name, and a number next to that name. Indicating that I should strive to be so lucky as to have a 2508 next to my name. This should have been the exact moment where I realized the difference between sanity and insanity. Instead, I nodded diligently, pretending to be interested and hoping to make 2508 my goal for the next two weeks. What did that even mean? "You need to attend our employee orientation and fill out the forms. The orientation will be held at our new facility. That is the one you will be working out of, but it doesn't open until August." He said curtly and ran me through some more 'you plus so and so equals excellence' bull shit. I don't think he blinked once during the entire interview. Gosh, it was like being interrogated by a black Chuck Norris. Was this man always on? I could feel the twitch in my eye start up. This is my psychic instinct telling me to run for the hills. Best to ignore these things when dealing with a paycheck that would at least pay rent. I assumed that this was the best of the best, and set out on a course to crash and burn. I'd gotten a call from Perform Fitness, a gym chain where the guys are wider than they are tall. Dress code was a pair of nylon or mesh gym shorts and a ripped sleeveless old P.E. shirt, covering a hand's span across the chest down to the waist. It looked more like an apron. I was going to see a lot of side boob today. The position I thought I was taking was a sales associate. It would hopefully get me thirty hours a week and a free gym membership since the student recreation center was off limits now that I was a college grad. I started to despise that word a little more every day. Within a week at P.F. and I would need to remind myself each hour that I was a human being and that one day I would be happy. The staff including Mr. Mike Nash, were a hodge podge group of athletic gurus. One did running, one did weight lifting, one ate on a timer. No one had ever heard of chocolate. If they had, it came in the form of a chalky protein shake consumed only after a gut busting work out. I came home exhausted and relieved not to hear heavy metal pounding the polish off of my fingernails. On the drive home, I made another personal promise to find a better job. One hadn't jumped out in front of me yet, so I was stuck with this one till tomorrow. I scavenged the refrigerator and nibbled on a few items before giving in and ordering Chinese. It was three blocks away to pick up and I was feeling randy. They said it would be done in "ten minute." My best guess was twenty. Shucking off my dress shoes, wrenching down that stupid skirt and pitching it in the vast cavern that is my closet, I pulled on some gray sweats and a long sleeved t-shirt. There was no denying it. I looked like shit. My family is notorious for not taking break ups well. My brother Tory talked to the newspaper telemarketer for five hours after a broken engagement. My mother felt so bad she bought a subscription to Parade magazine to compensate the time lost with potential customers. Kevin had been right about Chase. He'd been philandering with some cute and sprightly, but smaller titted girl three nights ago. I drunk called him and said some slurred words of hurt. I don't think "You thupid asth muther ucker" comes across as strongly as "You're a whore, we're over." But the point was still the same. Chase had moved on to greener pastures, Chicago, while I was stuck clinging to the glory days of living in a college town, but not going to college. Getting over Chase though was a bit easier than I thought. I guess that's what happens when you haven't left the first tier of Maslow's hierarchy. My phone buzzed and I had to dump out my business but black hole of a purse to find it. It was a number I didn't recognize. Let's let fate take this one. "Callie Cronin," I answered professionally because I was trying to shed my college lush reputation. It also inspired the caller to do the same. "Very nice, Cal." a guy's voice replied. Okay, throw me a bone fate. Who the hell is this again? When in doubt, go along with it, "What's up?" "Just hanging out." I was silent. When I think, I go silent. It's how you can tell I'm thinking. "Hello?" he asked. I must have been thinking too long. "Sorry, I was distracted." By the fact that I have no idea who you are. "There's an art show tonight at eight at the Jersey Hoop. My friend's got some stuff, he was depressed when he did it. So it should be pretty good." Mr. Question Mark said. I thought some more. "Sure, sounds good." I love mysteries and who doesn't like pretty pictures. I didn't have enough money to buy good art, but I had a passion for keeping my place charming. Depressed art isn't really pretty, but they're might be some other options. We hung up with a plan to meet at the Hoop at eight. Hmm. It was like a real life version of Mystery Date. It wasn't Kevin; he was under DO NOT ANSWER in my phone. It wasn't Chase either; I burned that bridge and spit on its ashes. My deductions stopped there, and I'd been standing at the door thinking for too long. My Chinese was getting cold. To combat the sweats, I pulled my hair up in a high and tight perky ponytail, putting to ruins the hours of ironing and hairspray I'd given it this morning for my interview. The tail brushed lightly against my shoulder blades and all was right with the world again. Walking the three blocks to Golden Dragon was easy. No one paused to look at frump girl which is nice about a college town. Sweats and t-shirts are common place for rolling out of bed, taking a test, or picking up take-out. It was when I was coming back with my chicken broccoli and three dozen almond cookies that I ran into problems. Kevin Miller was standing at the corner, unaware that I was the person behind the load of hot food. I took the opportunity of anonymity to kick him in the shin while he was counting cracks in the pavement. "OUCH!" he gasped, grabbing his leg and hopping up and down on the other. Kevin doesn't balance well. Unlike Webbles, he wobbles and falls down. "Miss me?" I asked shifting the bag to one hand so he could see that I was past the angry phase of our last encounter and had moved on to sweet revenge. "What the fuck! Are you on your period or something?" No, PMS is a Pre-menstrual, dumbass. "I saw you and thought I'd say hello. Hello." Come on, give me another reason to kick you while you're down. Kevin rubbed his shin hard and gave me his best angry eyes. I felt bad, I truly did. He had given me, without trouble, the contents of his wallet the other day. The least I could do would be to share some Chinese with him. The thing about Kevin is that you can't hate him for too long. When I was five my brother Joe, one year senior, killed my pet hamster by letting him out into our yard and into the neighbor's cat. I threw his Power Ranger action figure into the garbage disposal. Once we were even, we got back to our dysfunctional lives. Kevin spies on me, I kick him in the shin, and we have dinner. "So, can I watch you again?" Kevin asked while cracking open the one fortune cookie in the bag. I scowled at the idea of performing for him and because he took my cookie. "Do you have a hundred bucks?" Kevin came into money through questionable sources. As far as I knew, he was a stand-up citizen with a respectable job at the Thortan Jubilee, the town newspaper. He had a couple of front page articles that got tossed in the trash with the coffee grounds the next day. In his mind, he was Clark Kent, in my mind he was a lovable loser. "Not on me, but I was watching porn online last night," Oh boy this can't be good, "And I was trying to find girls masturbating and I saw that they got like billions of hits, you know views, and I thought, what if Callie did that." What if Callie did what? The light bulb clicked on. "I'm not masturbating online!" I shouted to make the point crystal clear. "Oh come on. You were way hotter than any of the ones I saw online. They were all old or fake. And they don't do that squeeze thing either. What you do is real man, I mean girl." Kevin was starry eyed. I'm glad he thought this one out. "I have brothers! That means that there are guys out there who watch porn who are related to me and who would recognize me." When I was eight I discovered my dad's John and Yoko: Two Virgins Album. I closed my eyes till the naked people went away. Porn really wasn't my thing. Kevin wasn't deterred. It seemed like he had put his mind to this and he wasn't taking no for an answer. He shook his head, and smiled with that boyish charm that could sell ice to an Eskimo. "There are dozens of guys out there that could recognize you. But, now don't take offense, you aren't that unique. Just wear a ton of make-up and you'll turn into a random stranger," "Oh boy, the American dream. Making a sex tape." I'd be following in the lines of Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton and who could forget, Tonya Harding. "Just thought you'd be interested. I'm thinking about your future." Yeah, well he wasn't the only one. My list of acceptable futures didn't include Porn Star. I was supposed to be a hot ad executive, drive a Porsche, and eat sushi every day. I was supposed to have a loveless relationship with a plastic surgeon. I wasn't supposed to video tape myself masturbating! "I'll think about it." And file it under retarded ideas never to do. ****************** Jersey Hoops, named after a man, not a state, was located in the dingy part of town. The estates and businesses looked like World War II had hit it. Neon lights were never replaced and vacant buildings housed the homeless and crack heads. But its depression also made it a hipster hot spot. Starving artists emphasized the decrepit landscape through illustration and sculpture. Diners took the empty turn of the century brick storefronts as a homage to Hopper's Night Hawks. Jersey Hoops offered live concerts and art shows. I'm sure they would have been willing to do weddings, christenings and bar/bat mitzvahs, but that market was slow in these parts. I arrived with high hopes and I was all gussied up. I had more make-up on than Kiss and I was pretty sure that this was going to be a flop. There weren't too many cars parked around the building which meant that I'd either parked in the wrong spot, or there was a valet service. I'm going with the former. My eye wasn't twitching, which was good and my nerves had brought me this far. Why not go a little farther. Locking up the Saturn, which was a joke, it had been stolen twice without having to hotwire it, I stepped onwards and upwards. Kevin had left me to my own devises earlier to update his Facebook status to let all one hundred friends know that he would be going to bed alone but full on Chinese food. I left a note on my dry erase board that I was here, meeting up with someone who called from such and such number, and that if they found me face down in the gutter, to donate my things to Good Will. Turns out, patrons needed to enter the venue through an unmarked back door up some non-handicap accessible stone steps. Since I was not familiar with this procedure, it took ten additional minutes knocking on doors, peeking through windows and pouting my lips before I tailed an Emo couple inside. The art was lined up against the walls, leaving the middle of the room bare for conversing. I caught sight of no one I knew. This should be pretty awkward. Situations such as these call for alcohol. Lucky for me, there was a bar located in a smaller room off to the side. While I was paying for a gin and tonic, my default I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing-here drink, my shoulder got tapped on. "Callie." I turned and frowned. I have the worst poker face. "Jeff," and that's all folks. "Were you expecting someone else?" Jeff asked gripping his own wine and checking out my drink. To be quite honest, Jeff and I hate each other. It's unsaid, but it's there. "I thought. . .," well I had no idea what I was thinking. I was pissed off about Chase and a mystery man was better than nothing. Except when the mystery man was Jeff. Jeff stood still, eyeballing my confused expression and coming to his own conclusions. Unlike Chase, Jeff was monogamous when we'd been together. Our relationship was based on a general interest in some BBC television shows and sloppy drunk sex. I don't advise mixing the two. We'd broken up, as I mentioned earlier, because he thought he was better than me and I thought he was an asshole. To avoid further contact, I brushed past him and moseyed around the art room. Trying to find something that would catch my eyes so I didn't have to look at his. The crowd was sparse but diverse. There was the Emo couple, a pierced Punky Brewster, a few wannabe professors with sweater vests and elbow padded blazers, and a handsome fellow checking out a giant photograph of a man who'd pissed his pants. I looked back at Jeff who was mingling with the tenure seeking sweater vests. Perfect, he found a friend. Now to find me one. When approaching a potential new mate, I circle the area twice before striking. . ., up a conversation. You have to be sure, absolutely sure that they are not the following: gay, married/attached, or younger than me. Cougars are for the divorced over forty, not the twenty something single lady on the prowl. Who was I kidding, I'd go to prom with an eighteen year old to have a date. Mr. Handsome was still facing the wrong direction as I approached. He looked appealing from the back. His butt looked pretty cute. He was fit, but not testosteronie like the mutants at Perform Fitness with sandy colored hair some would refer to as dishwater blond and I'm a sucker for dishwater. He turned to face me. He was the all American guy. The kind who was the QB in high school, probably lost his virginity under the bleachers, and had girls day dream about taking his last name. I mentally thought up clever things to say. But the connection to my mouth short circuited. I felt my body get all tingly and somewhere deep inside an ovary quivered. "He didn't make it to the toilet on time," Dishwater said. I sucked in air, hoping it came across as an indication of life. Sometimes I don't breathe, and people think I'm a statue. Say something smart! Say, "Peeing in your pants is the coolest." From Billy Madison. "I can make it to the toilet." Great, I just told him I was potty trained. Next I'd be telling him I made boom boom in my pants the first day of third grade. Dishwater laughed. I needed to give him a better code name. The ice breaker wasn't my best, but it had done its job. "I would hope so," he replied. "It's on my resume." Under lifetime achievements. "How's that going for you? The job hunt?" he asked changing the subject. I didn't blame him. "I have a job wiping down sweaty gym equipment and selling protein bars." Enough said. Dishwater smiled. I felt the blood pump through my veins and an egg drop from an ovary. "I own The Big Bang. Half of my staff graduated this month. So if you're interested, give me a call." Dishwater handed me a business card, nothing special, just the name of the bar and his name. Nolan Kelly. Hmm. Callie Kelly. Oh no, I'm hyphenating. Best Laid Plans Ch. 05 The sound of Helen's phone ringing awakened him; a quick glance at his watch told him that it was seven o'clock. Forgetting where he was, he picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?" "I'm sorry," the woman on the other end apologized, "I must have dialed a wrong number. I was trying to reach my daughter, Helen." Ryan suddenly remembered that Helen had talked about her "dinner date" with her parents and thinking quickly answered, "You don't have a wrong number. Helen isn't feeling very well and I guess she forgot to call you. She came down with a twenty-four hour bug and had to go to bed. She's sleeping right now, but I could try waking her..." "Oh, no, please don't. Let her sleep. I'll call her tomorrow and see how she is." She paused, "Are you her boyfriend?" she added. "No, just a friendly neighbor," Ryan answered. "Pity," Helen's mother continued, "You sound nice. She could use a nice boyfriend." "Thank you," Ryan answered. "Goodbye," he added just before hanging up the phone. Ryan went to Helen's kitchen and made a pot of coffee. He checked over the contents of her refrigerator and cupboards and came up with the ingredients for curried chicken with rice. Ryan set her table for two and started to cook the meal before pouring her a large cup of coffee and waking her up. Although still groggy from the drug, Helen managed to wake up enough to hold and drink her coffee. As the caffeine hit her system, she became more awake and aware of what had happened to her. She sipped her coffee and glared at Ryan without saying a word. He continued to cook their dinner, occasionally glancing in her direction, trying to assess her mood. "Your mother called," he said breaking the silence, "I told her that you had come down with a twenty four hour bug." "In other words, you told her that I wouldn't be able to make my date with them tonight." Helen stood up and carried her coffee to the table. She sat down in her usual spot facing the window. "So, what's for dinner?" she asked. "Curry," Ryan answered. "Smells good," she took a gulp of coffee, "Is it drugged? Or do you need for friend Michael to do that for you?" "He's not my friend," Ryan answered as he separated the curry between their two plates. "He's my brother. He lives down the hall from me." "How convenient. Anytime you need to drug a woman..." "At least I got you out of dinner with your father!" Helen smiled, took a sip of coffee and nodded. "Yes, I guess you did do that for me. I guess it was worth it," she started to eat her dinner. Ryan sat down at the table with his own cup of coffee and watched Helen while she ate. She would occasionally scowl or glance in his direction causing him to wonder if staying hadn't been a mistake. "What?" he finally asked her when she managed both scowling and glancing at the same moment. "I was wondering why you just didn't dump me in my office after finding out that I was after your designs and not your body." "Because, I learned that it was the other way around." Helen spit out her coffee, "What?" "You told me that you wanted to jump my bones and couldn't care less about next years toys." Ryan folded his hands together and rested his elbows on the table. "Did we?" she asked. "No," he answered. "I don't rape women. I think that it is much more fun when they really want it and can tell you what they want." Helen smiled at Ryan and finished her dinner with that smile on her face. Ryan poured her another cup of coffee and spent the rest of the evening talking to her about her job and her family. He excused himself for the evening after washing her dishes and dumping out the last of the coffee. "I will see you tomorrow, won't I?" Helen asked. "Breakfast. My place, and don't wear any underwear." Helen smiled as he closed the door. She slipped off her clothes, took a shower and then went to bed. She fell asleep immediately. Helen awoke feeling better than she had in weeks. She slipped out of bed and went to her closet. She picked out a soft cotton sweater that buttoned up the front and a short skirt with a side zipper. She slipped her bare feet into a pair of matching open-toe, high-heel slings. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled with pleasure at how well her nipples showed through the sweater. She grabbed her keys and bounced out of her apartment down the hall to the elevator. She smiled at the men waiting to take the elevator down to the garage. Rather than wait for the car’s return, she entered and rode down with them. She leaned back against the wall and stared down at their pants, enjoying their obvious desire to get into hers. She smiled at the irony of that thought. The elevator ride back up seemed to take forever as it stopped at several floors where impatient residents had pushed both buttons. Finally, she arrived at Ryan's floor and she stepped off. A sudden wash of fear overcame her making the hallway seem longer. Helen almost stepped back into the elevator car, but she had promised Ryan that she would be there. She walked up to the door and stood in front of it. Deciding to be bold, she unbuttoned her sweater sown to the bottom of her cleavage and knocked on his door. Ryan had been waiting for her and had watched her partial unbuttoning through the peephole. "Unbutton all of it," he said through the door. "If you don't, then you may as well go away because you can't come in." Helen hesitated for a moment and then did as he said. The door opened a crack and Ryan said, "Now, take it off and hand it to me." She looked to see if anyone else was in the hall before complying with his request. The cool air in the hallway only made her nipples more erect, as she stood there nearly naked. "Now, take off your skirt and hand it to me," he commanded. Helen unzipped her skirt and slipped it off, without realizing that the door behind her had opened. Michael came up behind the now naked Helen and cupping his hand over her mouth dragged her into his own apartment. Ryan followed after dropping her skirt on a chair with her sweater. Ryan closed the doors behind him as he entered Michael's apartment. Michael removed his hand from Helen's mouth and took a firm grasp of her arms pulling them back behind her. She stared at Ryan and then spoke, "I thought that you said your brother lived 'down the hall', not across." "I lied" was his simple response. He walked up to her and took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard until she said "Ouch!" He smiled at her for a moment and then went to a small locked cupboard. He removed a set of leather cuffs and locked them onto her wrists. He removed her watch and dropped it into a box with her keys, "You won't be needing either of these for a while," he explained. He took out a short length of chain with snap hooks on both ends and attached. His brother went to the cupboard and returned with ankle cuffs and three small chains. Michael locked the leather cuffs onto her ankles and used two of the chains to lock her shoes on her feet and the third to hobble her. Michael brushed his hands up her legs as he stood up, stopping at the hairy bush between her legs. "She needs a shave," he commented before probing her "Don't worry, love, you'll get your breakfast," Ryan whispered into her ear while Michael gently rubbed her clit and inserted two fingers into her pussy. Michael and Ryan watched as Helen gave in to the gentle stroking and became more aroused by her flowing juices and soft moans of pleasure. The two brothers gently lifted her and carried her to the bedroom where they separated her legs and chained them to the bed. Her ass was lifted while a towel was placed under her and another very hot towel was placed on her spread cunt. Cold shaving foam was then applied to her skin and her hair was shaved off with an old fashioned straight razor. She was then raised to a sitting position and the chain connecting her wrist cuffs were removed. Her arms were chained to the bed and the towel was removed. She was then left alone in the windowless room with the lights turned off. When Ryan re-entered the bedroom, he could hear Helen weeping. He sat down on the bed next to her and brushed away a tear. He held her cheek in his hand for a few moments before bending down to kiss her. "Why?" she whispered through her tears. "Because I'm stupid," he answered as he started to unlock her cuffs and release her. He picked up her clothes, which he had retrieved from her apartment, and handed them to her. "When can we stop lying to each other?" she asked as she pulled on her skirt and sweater. "Does this mean that you are ready?" he asked in response. "Obviously, you aren't!" she sniped back. "What's that supposed to mean?" Ryan glared at her as he stood in front of the closed door. "You still think that I am after your designs, don't you?" She stepped towards him, and followed up with, "You wanted me out of the way while you hid them someplace other than your apartment." "That's not it at all," he lamely responded as he stepped aside. Helen yanked open the door and stormed out into the living room. She retrieved her watch and keys from the box Ryan had put them in and started for the exit door. Ryan intercepted her before she could leave, "Wait! You haven't had your breakfast, yet." "I'm not hungry anymore, I seem to have lost my appetite." Helen tried to push him aside but he stood his ground. "Okay, you're right. I did want you out of the way so that I could put my designs somewhere safe. There, now, are you happy?" He backed away from the door to see what she would do. Helen stepped forward, opened it and left. Ryan watched her walk down the hall and leave by the stairs. Best Laid Plans Ch. 05 Chapter 5: What happens in Thortan, Stays in Thortan I woke up to something snoring. It took me three breaths to realize it wasn't myself. It took me one second to realize who it was. "OH SHIT!" Jeff Fucking Morrison was sleeping in my bed. This was bad. This was very bad. I checked under the sheets. I was wearing panties and nothing else. Jeff was buck naked. His dick in slumber mode. Oh fucking crap. What the hell had we done last night? I canvassed my memory banks to the start of everything. Nolan had left after ten to go check up on his bar, and I had sat around lonely and unused till Jeff came up and offered to drive me to the bars. I refused to go to Big Bang, so we went to McNally's instead. I had so many fucking shots of Rumplemint. "You're going too fast, sugar, slow it down a bit," he said somewhere at the bar. I took the shot knowing it would go down smoother because I was heck-a drunk and heck-a horny now that I hadn't been touched in over three days. "I'm gonna need a few more of these if you want me to go home with you," I said shooting an umpteenth shot. I licked my lips in anticipation for the next and liking the feel of my tongue on anything. Seriously, I could rub it up against a light pole and it would feel good. "Fine with me, Cal." Jeff rose his arm to get the bartender's attention and that's all I remembered up until we were fooling around at my house. The memory surfaced halfway through a shower. I'd closed and locked the door hoping beyond hope that Jeff would get up and leave. After the bar, we had sat on the couch and kissed for a good half hour before he pulled me into the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, staring at my face, drawing down to the seam of my bra, and lower to the button on my Sevens. I wanted so badly to tell my past self to wake up, stop, but it didn't listen. Where was my fucking mother hen? "So Cal. ." he giggled because he's a fucking nut, ". . get it , SoCal. Wanna get naked?" "Na-ked." I had giggled too because it seemed appropriate. Oh God no. This cannot have happened. "Yeah, baby, naked." His fingers slipped between my skin and the waist of my jeans, and I trembled a bit at the feel of hands on my belly. A feather would have sent me into an orgasm at this point. Jeff had always been semi-okay in the love making department. I think with alcohol it made him into a fucking porn star. His fingers grazed the lace of my panties I had put on for mystery date, thinking that I would be making love to some Brad Pitt look-a-like, but instead fooling around with some asshole ex-boyfriend. I sighed waiting till I could travel down the rest of memory lane. Jeff's hands grabbed my hips placing me exactly where he wanted me, under him. The vivid images of him ripping a hole in the crotch of my jeans surfaced, and I cussed up a storm recalling the incident. Damnit! I liked those jeans. Jeff's snakey son-of-a-bitch fingers had traipsed their way inside of me before I could motion to dismiss. His mouth distracted mine to hush any dispute while he had me writhing with two little fingers. If he was still asleep in my bed when I got through with this shower I was going to cut them off. I remember him wrangling me out of my clothes, except for my panties which I had good drunken sense to keep on. But then his hand moved away. "Where's that going? Put it back!" I demanded wrapping a finger around his belt loop so he knew I meant business. "Say please," he cooed. "Now!" I broke a fingernail trying to unbuckle and unzip him out of his pants. Jeff grabbed my hands and held them overhead while I griped about me being naked and him being clothed. His mouth found every nick and cranny on my neck and I may have agreed to spawn his young. Jeff has always been able to hold his liquor. All seventy thousand of my brothers and first cousins can drink an entire keg before feeling the least bit tipsy, I have three shots of Rumplemint and I get sloshed. Knowing this, Jeff knew he wouldn't have to work hard at getting me naked. But he also knew if he didn't go fast enough I would pass out mid-fuck. Jeff eased himself out of the shirt separating my skin from his. The feel of his hard frame on mine gave me goose bumps. Guys are rigid, overly firm, and sometimes I feel like I'm rubbing up against a tree trunk. I get whisker burn from their five-o'clock shadows and bruises when they squeeze too tightly. My kind of sex! Now if I could just have one goddamn orgasm with a guy instead of resorting to a vibrating egg and I'd be one content cow. Jeff was busy groping, kissing and taking his sweet time not putting the head of his instrument anywhere near me. I was going to explode and he was more involved with my neck than anything else. I had gotten so wet that I think I'd soaked through the mattress and onto the floor below. I grabbed the base of him, flicking my best fuck-me eyes his way, and Jeff forgot about my neck. His breath was ragged. Now we were on the same page. I slid the tip along my panty covered slit hoping that this would give him the picture. But instead, probably because IT guys get as much play as John C. Reilly, Jeff suddenly froze, came all over my stomach, and passed out. Oh thank Jesus! I guffawed in the shower remembering the whole thing now. I shut off the shower and listened for signs of life. Jeff was still snoring and I was stuck in nothing but a towel. I tip-toed towards the bedroom with the intention of grabbing the necessities and heading to work, but then someone knocked at my door. For chrissake! My blue robe was nowhere and I had water dripping from my hair onto everything. If it's those goddamn Mormon boys I'm going to bat them off with the hockey stick. It wasn't the Mormons. "Hey-ya." It was Kevin. He blinked when he saw my attire of towel and wet hair. "What?" "I don't have a dvd player." You poor thing. Kevin seemed to have forgotten the rest of his plea. I stepped out onto the porch and closed the door so as not to wake the sleeping, snoring, mistake in the other room. "So?" "Can I borrow yours?" Kevin asked toeing at the welcome mat and keeping whatever he was holding behind his back. "Borrow what?" Jeff asked popping up behind me and wrapping two unwanted arms around my waist. I shoved him away to put some space between his throat and my hands. "Did you let him watch?" Kevin asked keeping things fresh by making it awkward. Jeff's eyebrows raised, "Watch what?" Oh holy Jesus. "Watched her masturbate?" Kevin asked removing the items from behind his back. Just my luck, it was porn. Jeff's eyes got big and round. I could almost see into his dark black soul. "What?!" "I'm really going to need you two to leave now," I said shoving past Jeff who was wearing boxers and socks. I could throw his clothes out the window. It would be like a drive-thru. "Lucy, you've got some 'splaining to do," Jeff grabbed my arm holding up the towel. It jostled out of my grip and floated to the ground. Kevin dropped the dvds and Jeff grinned. I wanted to punch him. "Nice ass!" a bystander shouted. I fingered the entire block, my front porch included, pulled away from Jeff, and tramped into the house. We sat on the couch, I had every item of clothing I owned covering me. Kevin thumbed through his smut collection and Jeff. . . . ., well Jeff was still here which was a problem. He was still one good tug away from being naked as a blue-jay. "I'm going to be late for work." I announced to no one. "You let Kevin watch you-," I held up a hand to stop Jeff from talking. It didn't work, "You let him watch you vibrate yourself. Did she come?" "Oh yeah!" Kevin answered. "Get over it." I shot back. "You never come. I've never seen you come during sex. She never comes," Jeff said shaking his head towards Kevin. He was explaining my sexual frustrations with one sentence. "I'm really going to be late for work!" I shouted. Jeff held up his hand this time, "You hate your job. You said that over and over again last night. you said you were going to quit and you hadn't even started yet." "I was drunk! I could have said I was going to turn into a Santa Clause and you wouldn't have held me to it!" We really weren't going anywhere fast. I looked toward the window and watched a jogger pass. I really wished I was running right now. "You've never come during sex. I wanna see you come!" Jeff griped. "Yeah, we want to see you come!" Kevin chimed in because he had nothing else better to do. God help me, but I actually thought I needed it. I'd just let my good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend jizz all over my stomach, flashed the entire block, and let Kevin back into my house. If anything, I needed a good juicy orgasm. "FINE!" I yelled over their chants. What could it hurt. I was getting hot sitting there in two sweaters and three pairs of sweat pants. They followed me into the bedroom, Kevin taking his spot in the desk chair which I will never be able to sit in again because it has Kevin cooties. Jeff found a spot in the corner where he belongs. I tried to pull both sweaters over my head at the same time, and got caught on my big Irish head. I felt two helping hands guide it up and over my nose, but paused to grope my nipples which had gotten hard from the change in temperature. I kicked that someone in the shin. "No touching," I said pulling the rest of the sweaters off and recognizing that it was Jeff who'd grabbed me. Big surprise. "You couldn't get enough of me last night," he said returning to his corner. "Until you came on my belly and passed out," I shut Jeff's mouth. Kevin smirked and I was getting cold. I remembered the last scenario, but didn't want to waste time with the duct tape. "And no touching yourselves either." "Whatever," they said in unison. I had to dig through the drawer to find Barney, giving the boys one long good look at the ass they'd never touch again. It was strange having observers. Kevin was muffling a hum and Jeff had taken baby steps forward to get a better view. Just get this over with Callie, than I can go on to living a loveless life. I turned on Barney, who buzzed happily in response. I was nowhere near wet though. So I spread my legs a little wider to help out the peanut gallery. Kevin rolled the chair forward. I sped up Barney. The vibrations were giving me tingles all the way down my toes. My heels connected as if magnetized and pushed my hips skyward. I forgot about Kevin and Jeff for almost two minutes until I felt Jeff's fingers once again prodding me in places they weren't allowed. He'd licked his finger and was pushing it into the tight opening. But instead of the normal aggression that spills out of me when he's around, I was welcoming everything he did. My cheeks clenched tight as I felt him tickle the right spots inside because with the added effect of the vibrator, I was getting twice the pleasure. Whenever I'd stuck a finger in the nether regions I usually scraped it against soft tissue and vowed never to touch myself again. Jeff's fingers weren't gentle, but they didn't have nails. A moan escaped my mouth and instantly I wanted to pull it back in. Jeff's eyes twinkled. There was no denying it. I was loving this. I felt my free hand being placed on top of Jeff's hard on, and I pulled it away. Sorry, Jeff. This is about me, not about you. I climaxed with Jeff's fingers helping to ride out the waves. He bent over to kiss a nipple and I smacked him away. Kevin had stayed put in his chair this time, but he'd forgotten to muffle his humming. I was laying there practically post-coital listening to a bad version of Grease Lightening. Jeff and I shot each other a befuddled look and shrugged our shoulders. Two hours late for work and Jeff had to drop me off at my car near the Hoop which to no amazement hadn't been broken into or vandalized because a '95 Saturn Coupe is a joke of its own. We'd been silent since we left the house. I was trying to kick all memories of the incident out of my head, he was probably lingering onto every moment. "See you around," I said hopping out of his truck and turning to slam the door. "You really should consider it. You could get a pretty good income with a website like that," Jeff said before I slinked away. "I'll think about it." I slammed the door and didn't look back. Somehow, this time, I actually did think about it. Best Laid Plans Ch. 06 The Apology Helen stepped into the stairwell and immediately sat down on a step. She began crying uncontrollably as she realized how screwed up everything had become. She had never given a second thought to the men she had seduced in the past, but there was something different about Ryan. Helen stood up and walked out of the stairwell and back down the hall to Ryan's apartment. She started pounding on the door, ready to start shouting if her knocking went unanswered for too long. Ryan threw open his apartment door, dragged Helen inside, slammed the door shut and pulled her towards him. He didn't give her a chance to speak before he planted a deep lingering kiss. Helen succumbed to his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning the passion of his embrace. "I love you," he murmured as he came up for air before kissing her again. Helen backed away after the second kiss and looked at him. "I know," she stated. "I came here," she paused and bit her lip before continuing, "to make the same confession." "Would you like some breakfast?" Ryan asked while motioning towards his dining table. "I'm starved," Helen declared as she went to the table and sat down. "What's for breakfast?" she asked. "Coffee and croissants," he answered from the kitchen. "That's all?" she shouted back. "No, I also have sausage and scrambled eggs. And a glass of cranberry juice," he said as he set the glasses down. Ryan returned to the kitchen and brought back a tray of eggs, sausage, croissants, and coffee. "I suppose that your brother does the baking in the family," Helen mused as she split open a croissant. "Yes, he does," Ryan replied, "but only because he's better at it than I am." "So where did the two of you learn to cook anyway?" Helen placed two small sausages on her plate and added a small spoonful of eggs. "Our father taught us," Ryan answered seriously. "My father taught me other lessons," she took a sip of her coffee, "lessons I'd like to forget." "Maybe I can help," Ryan offered as he took a forkful of eggs. Helen smiled at his offer, "You already have!" Ryan and Helen spent the next hour and a half telling each other the truth about how they felt and where their lives were going. Helen watched Ryan clear away the breakfast dishes, feeling a little guilty about not helping, but more in awe of this remarkable man who had become so important to her. Ryan was surprised that so little made Helen happy, surprised that more than anything she craved gentleness and a slow hand. She had been victimized by so many fast hands and domineering lovers that she had become cold, even outwardly hostile, toward men. Yet, although he had treated her badly, she seemed to trust him, sensing that the harshness came from sources outside of him. Ryan placed the last of the dishes in the sink and returned to the table. He sat down and stared into Helen's eyes, "A penny for your thoughts...” he murmured. Helen blushed and smiled at him, "You'd only be wasting your money!" "It's my money to waste!" Ryan smiled back at her and reached for her hand. She offered it to him and met him halfway. He started to stand up and she followed him as he moved from the table to the couch. As he sat down, he pulled her gently to his lap and wrapped his arms around her. Helen sank into his embrace and nuzzled his chest. She picked up her head, smiled, and looked into his eyes. He gently held her cheek and kissed her on the lips. She responded with a more passionate kiss. Ryan moved his kisses down her neck and gently kissed the spot at its base. Helen giggled and pushed him away, saying "Don't do that! It tickles, and I hate being tickled." "Are there any other ticklish spots that I should know about?" Ryan asked playfully. "I'll let you know when you find them," Helen answered. Ryan held her head in his hands and gently kissed her forehead. Helen smiled and returned his kiss likewise. Helen wriggled herself off his lap and onto the couch. She pulled in her legs and sat there for a moment hugging her knees. She shivered as though a chill had gone through her. "I'm a little scared. I feel like such a little girl right now!" "But you're not!" Ryan said, trying to reassure her. He placed his hand on her knee and let it rest there. Helen reached for it and used it to pull herself closer to him. Wrapping it around her shoulder and laying her head against his chest, she sat listening to his heartbeat and quietly smiling to herself. Ryan wrapped his other arm around her and held her in a tight embrace. He took her chin in his hand and, raising her face to his, kissed her deeply and passionately. Helen returned his passion by running her fingers through his hair and wrapping her arms around his neck. Ryan lay down on the couch, pulling Helen down on top of him. After releasing their passionate embrace Helen lay on top for a while, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest as she undid them. Ryan held her waist and said, "You really shouldn't do that. It’s going to make us late." "That's the whole idea," Helen answered with a slight laugh. "Well, in that case..." Ryan said as he unzipped her skirt and pulled her sweater out. He placed his hands underneath her sweater and began a gentle massage of her back while she continued to unbutton his shirt and kiss his chest. Helen sat up and pulled off her sweater, revealing her naked breasts. Ryan had not paid them much attention earlier that morning. He was pleased by how perky they were and moved his hands up over them. Helen smiled as he began to gently massage them. She forced herself down over him and began to lick and suck his nipples. Ryan found the sensation to be very arousing. He pulled Helen's breasts closer to his face and began to lick her nipples. Helen moaned and moved herself up towards his face. Ryan continued to massage each breast as he suckled at each nipple. Helen could feel her dampness growing as he sucked each breast harder. She could also feel the bulge growing in his pants as she rocked her hips over it. Helen pulled free of his grasp and moved herself down his legs. She unzipped his pants and freed his growing organ. She bent down over it and took it deep into her mouth. She massaged it with her lips and licked its tip with her tongue. She listened to his moaning and could feel his hands on the back of her head. The thought of her face impaled on his hard cock pleased her and his moans of pleasure only served as encouragement. She took all of it deep into her throat and swallowed every drop of his hot juice as it flowed out of him. Helen kissed his still rock hard member as she moved herself up his body. She kissed his stomach and his nipples as she crawled over him. She lifted herself off him momentarily as he positioned herself over his throbbing member and took it into her hot, wet hole. She began to slowly move her hips over him. Ryan placed his hands on her waist to guide her movements. Helen bent down over him and began to lick his nipples. She raised her body upwards and offered him her breast. He took it hungrily and when he was done took the other breast. Helen's moans became deeper as the passion rose within her. Her hips thrust harder on his member and his hands began to massage her round breasts. Ryan's hips thrust upward at the moment of release and Helen's body shuddered. Ryan rolled them both off the couch. He began to thrust again slowly as Helen lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. The sensation of Helen's heels massaging the small of his back only served to spur him on. His thrusts became more and more feverish as he lost himself to his desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him close to her. He began kissing her neck and finally kissing her on the mouth at the moment of release. Helen stared into the eyes of her new lover and realized that she no longer desired anyone else. She released her arms and legs from around him as he withdrew himself from her prone body. He stood up and then helped Helen to her feet, kissing her again. He handed her sweater to her and then buttoned his shirt and zippered his pants. "I'll walk you home," he said as she pulled her sweater on. "I'm a big girl," Helen replied. "I said that I would walk you home," Ryan insisted. "It's just that I'm not ready to..." He left the sentenced unfinished. "Not ready to what?" Helen asked. She stared into his eyes and saw the answer there. He looked at her with such love in his eyes that she knew he could not bear to leave her just then. "Okay, I guess you can walk me home." Ryan retrieved one of her shoes from under the couch and Helen dug the other one out from between the couch cushions. He steadied her while she pulled them on and then they headed for the door. Best Laid Plans Ch. 06-07 Chapter: 6 Goldilocks and Callie Remember when the teacher called on you in class. You sit there staring at her for another five seconds trying to figure what the hell she wants. You might stutter, stumble on a few words and finally the answer comes to you. You don't give a shit. I was having one of those moments with Mike Nash. I was staring at his mouth, waiting for a little mouth to pop out and try and eat me like in Alien. He had turned an interesting shade of blue. Not quite lavender. Iridescent almost. Mike Nash had choked on his protein bar. I gazed at the trainers. Their background checks required them to have taken CPR. They had at least three hours practicing on a dummy to prepare them for this situation. I recalled that the choking signal needed to be demonstrated first before any action was to be taken. "Should I . . .," I asked trailing off looking to Abe, the trainer who ate on a timer. "He looks fine to me." These guys lived on a strict diet of brown rice and chicken. The only other real protein I'd seen them eat was raw almonds. I think Abe needed more carbs. He needed to rub his two little brain cells together and make a fire. "I think he's choking. I'm going to whack him on the back. Any objections?" I asked to make sure that in the case that Mike was normally a Smurf blue, I had the staff's full support. The other two trainers, I named them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, scratched their heads and nodded. I whacked, Mike coughed. Tweedle Dee stepped out of the way of any possible projectile objects. It took him a few seconds but finally he breathed enough air to say, "You're quitting?" I nodded. It seemed like an awful shame to be leaving a horrible job with a great pay check in a bad economy. Mike thought I was an idiot. I had the same idea about him. "You want to explain to me why you're quitting?" Mike asked then gulped some water from a plastic bottle. He swished the water around in his mouth to clear out any debris. I hated those swishing noises. Nothing, and I mean nothing should have to be inside of his mouth for that long. "I've been offered a better position." At a bar where I'd get my ass grabbed and the income came in the form of sticky liquor covered dollar bills. "You haven't even been here a week." Correction. I haven't even been there for a whole day. "I don't think this is the type of place for me." The guys' boobies were bigger than mine. I was getting boob envy. "You'll be sorry," Mike sneered through his teeth. Don't even try that guilt trip. I have an Irish Catholic mother, dude. I'm immune to that shit. I could try to be the better person. I could go up to him, kiss him on the cheek and wish him a beautiful life with many children who ran around doing jumping jacks sporadically and chasing cars. But no. I'm a bitch by nature. "I'll make more money in a week than you do in a year and I'll do it without the ego trip!" There goes his professional reference. I strolled out of a job before my payroll was even processed. Damn that felt good. I'd called Nolan earlier to make sure I got his job. It required a quick bartender quiz over the phone. Let's see Mike Nash try and name all five clear liquors while maneuvering through the turnpike. I really hoped he wouldn't do anything to piss me off. That would be two jobs in one week and I think that's a Callie Cronin record. I drove over to the Big Bang looking on the bright side and waved at all the passers-by and bums on the sidewalk. Nolan Kelly owned and operated the Big Bang and its neighboring bakery called Sprite's Delights. The bakery baked at three a.m. and was known to dole out biscuits to the less than sober closing time crowd. This earned it a second name, Drunkin Donuts. I pulled into the back lot of the two establishments promising my inner sugar tooth demons that I would buy them something tasty and my inner hormones that if they played their cards right, they'd get a treat too. The Big Bang had a seedy frat house appeal on the inside and an outdoor space for bands and keg stands. By day it served as the tailgating headquarters for all sports, mostly football, UCI. By night, the Big Bang turned into a giant mosh-pit visible from space. At seven years old I knew what a football was and exactly how to aim one at the kickball/volleyball/Frisbee eating tree outside of our house. Charlie Brown was lucky his tree only ate kites. Football was the time when my brothers would leave me alone or put me on permanent monkey-in-the-middle status. I didn't tailgate, I didn't watch sports, I didn't care. Needless to say, I'd never been in the Big Bang. Nolan greeted me with a big pearly white smile and I was not in Kansas anymore. I don't know what I had going on with Jeff, probably a figment of my imagination by now, and it was a very bad idea to screw my new boss. "You'll be working the bar with Penny," he gestured to a small black girl with dreads. She looked like she could break a man's arm with the flutter of her eyelashes. My fluttering eyelashes only got me free drinks. I was going to need to step up my game. Maybe I'd buy some spiky heels with the next paycheck. "The Bang closes at two, we clean up, and then I work the bakery from three to eight." This guy was a machine. Nolan continued the new employee orientation. We went over dress code, or lack thereof, and bouncer names. Turns out Abe moonlighted as a bouncer at the Bang. I was expected to learn their famous drinks by tomorrow. Penny didn't look too bad after a few blunders with the vodka bottle. I wouldn't want to grab her ass in a dark room though. The office crowd was from six till ten, followed by the douchbag crowd from ten till close. I knew how to make three of the ten drink specials that no one ever asked for. The girls wanted something with an umbrella or sugar with an ounce of alcohol. The guys wanted beer. The cheaper the better. Nolan didn't carry Natty Light. So I spent most of my night breaking off all ten pink fingernails on PBR cans. By eleven o'clock I'd forgotten why on earth I'd talked myself into this and wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in the fetal position with my thumb in my mouth. "Two red headed sluts!" D-bag number eighty-nine asked. Two bubbly Tri-Delts behind him were gazing around trying to find themselves another warm body to get free drinks from. Eighty-nine had on some glitzy Ed Hardy shirt with a tiger trying to claw its way out. If I were on his chest, I'd try to get out too. His hair had been gelled to statuesque perfection. Numbering them off was necessary to keep tabs. There are only so many variations of button-downs, relaxed fit jeans and Sketchers a man can come up with. I had no idea how to do specialty shots. I barely knew how to make jungle juice. Kool-aid and every liquor known to mankind, right? I'd lost Penny over an hour ago when she'd been surrounded by a kick-ball team celebrating their first win. Kick-ball, seriously, that's all I played in fourth grade. Nolan even blended in with the crowd and there was a lot of murky dishwater heads bobbing up and down. Red. Red. What can I make that would look red? I ducked behind the counter and scavenged through the liquor cabinet praying that something would inspire me. Hmm. Grenadine is red. The toe of a brown shit-kicker came into view. "What are you doing?" Nolan asked above me. Wasn't it obvious? I'm trying to get two girls drunk so that this douchebag can get laid. No turning back now, "What's in a red headed slut?" "We don't serve mixed shots. We only have one shaker and Penny uses it as a weapon whenever her ex-husband comes in." Good to know I wasn't the only one using household objects as baseballs. Nolan held out his hand to help me up. Gooey warm feelings traveled down my spine and into my panties. "They don't have to know that," I paused finding the Jager. I poured two shots, Eighty-nine payed, and the Delts stuck out their tongues after throwing them back. Jager tastes like tar. The rest of the night went like that. Someone would ask me for an, insert random shot that doesn't taste good and can make the lining of your stomach disintegrate, and I would pour them whatever I thought was appropriate. Five years of creating ads for fake clients and where do I end up, behind a bar putting my college education to use by making up shots. It wasn't all bad. If the crowd got dull, I would start daydreaming about Nolan's butt turning into a Big Mac. I knew I was hungry when guys turn into burgers. I was horny when they turned into naked Greek gods. By the end of the night, I had an apron full of bills, some more wet then others, and had even broken up a love triangle realized in the girls' bathroom. It involved me pulling them out by their bra straps since they'd ripped apart their tank-tops. My mother is never to find out about this. Shooing away dozens of leftover last call patrons is like herding cats. The outside world looked hazy and tired as I stepped back into it. I'd been inside since five p.m. and the potential of a warm soft bed sounded delicious. I was ready to fly home on autopilot and melt into the covers when I noticed Nolan jogging over to the bakery to start his second job. The Catholic guilt built up from a lifetime of brainwashing bubbled up. I still mentally grimace when I say God's name in vain and I cross myself whenever riding shotgun with my brother Joe because he doesn't believe in the brake pedal. As of now I was a recovering Catholic, but it still had a grip on my head. Nolan was going to work for another five more hours and I was going to go home. I was not going to look like some love-sick puppy dog. The memo didn't reach my feet. They were still headed in the direction of Nolan's butt. "Would you like some help?" I asked making sure that I really, really, meant it before those words came out of my mouth. See, I can be sincere. Nolan was fiddling with the door lock and jimmying the handle. The door popped open with a grunt, and he fell in. I burst out laughing. I had been on my feet for a million hours, my stomach had eaten itself three days ago and an old man getting kicked in the balls would have sent me giggling like a hyena. I held out my hand and Nolan said, "I knew you were good for something. Penny doesn't laugh at me when I'm down. She'd probably kick me." "You only had three people working tonight for a crowd of two thousand. I would have kicked you, but I'm too tired." Not counting my multiple personalities which bickered back and forth that this was the lowest I've ever gone for a job. "You did awesome by the way." Nolan said. Wait. Tell me more about how awesome I am. He switched on the lights and past the kitchen into the lobby I could see the crowd of inebriated zombies milling around waiting for the doors to open. Oh boy. Along the top of the front counter lined up some two dozen brown bags contents unknown. I assumed those were the infamous grab bags. Patrons bet money, anything from a penny to a dollar, for day old donuts. Like a box of chocolates, you never knew what you were gonna get. The only grab bag I was familiar with were the kind at parish picnics run by grandmas and spinsters who filled them with cheap drugstore toys and crocheted pot holders. "Why is it Sprite's Delights?" I asked pulling on another apron and opening up the cash register. "My sister thought Rainbow Brite's minion looked like a cream puff. They were called Sprites. This was her place before she sold it to me. She popped out a few kids and needed to call it quits. I like to take on failing establishments. It keeps my life on the edge," he grinned. Be still my beating heart. We opened and fought off another sixty people before peace and quiet. In my head I ran through clever and interesting things to say that at the very second after their delivery would have him scooping me up in his arms and declaring his love. Get it together, Cal, you are not a Disney princess. In the end, he thanked me for being his bitch and I went home feeling sullied and disappointed that I didn't get a marriage proposal. I didn't go to college to get my MRS degree. I got it to make enough money to buy a new car, still working on that, and stay out of my parent's house. But sometimes, when I'm feeling like a big sack of estrogen and my three best friends from high school just got engaged, I go a little crazy and start seeing pretty pink hearts and cherubs around every nice guy who acknowledges me. Driving up to the duplex, I knew something was off. There was a strange presence in the air. The door was locked, the lights were off, and there weren't any spiders on the walls. Everything seemed to be in place the way I left it. I dumped my purse and jacket on the couch and drug myself into the bed and plopped onto a plump snoring Goldilocks. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I screamed jumping off of my bed and scrambling to hit the light switch. It was five in the freakin' morning, and I swear to God, I will go to church every Sunday and call my mother more often if I live through this. "Sup, Callie." It was Jeff. Again. The only thing to survive a nuclear attack; Twinkies, cock roaches, and Jeff. It was the Jeep. His Jeep parked outside on the street had tipped me off to the impending doom. I had been too sleepy to notice. "Why are you in my bed?" I groaned. Seriously, I just washed out your splooge. It doesn't need your scent. "My roommate had a sock on the door." What roommate? Jeff's last roommate was stuck in the Portuguese judicial system. Knowing my confusion, he grumbled, "I have a new one." I was slowly loosing Jeff. He'd started trailing his words and there was already a good pile of drool on my pillow. I sat down on the bed and envied the warm luring pool of comforter and satin. An arm reached out and wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him and for lack of self control, I slept with him. Not in the biblical sense. Chap 7: Machu Picchu This was day two of waking up next to Jeff. When we'd been legitimately together, he never slept over. I think I saw the inside of his place twice. It looked like most guys' places, trash, dishes piled up because they don't know how to use a sponge, and clothes everywhere. Okay, I'm no June Cleaver either, but seriously! Put on your big boy pants and do laundry. Jeff and I dated for approximately two and a half months before I started ducking behind trashcans to avoid him. I hadn't fully succumbed to the sunlight streaming in yet. My hands reached for more cover and I bumped into Jeff Jr. "Morning, Callie," he purred against my neck. Cold shivers shot down my spine. My eyes popped open and I went frigid. Oh yeah, I forgot, you broke in and slept in my bed while I was hard at work making money to pay for rent. Now that I was awake, the idea of him being there was getting old fast. I looked over at the clock. Christ it was 2 p.m. already. Shit, where had the day gone! "You're still here?" I rumbled snaking away from a hand that was creeping up my naked thigh. The hand slipped under the seam of my panties and I got gooey thinking about the other things it could do. "I wanted to talk to you more about your idea." My idea? "You mean the part where you and Kevin videotape me having an orgasm so you can put it out there for millions of horny teenagers to watch? Yes that was totally my idea; not influenced by you and your boy wonder," Oops I think that one slipped through my mouth filter. "That, or this," he cupped my mound and bent over to kiss me deep. My heart raced and I felt blood rushing to parts unknown. The last time I hadn't had sex for ages was when I worked at a summer camp for three months straight. Putting a tampon in was an electrifying experience. It had only been a week and I was already losing my particulars about who and when. "Oh." Jeff tugged my legs apart and shifted himself between me. There were a lot of blankets being tossed aside and pillows thrown on the floor. He made himself at home nuzzling my neck and sliding one hand inside, the other one flicking a nipple gently. I had shut off my inner mother hen by promising her I would eat more vegetables and lay off the Jeff cream pies. I was going to enjoy some semblance of a good time if it was with him or if it was by myself. "I have an idea," Jeff moaned as I slipped his cock inside, trying to get this done and over with so I could enjoy the rest of the day. If Jeff's idea involved twenty more minutes of foreplay, I was going to call it quits. It's two o'clock and I hadn't eaten since three the day before. He pulled out and reached over to pull the bedside table open. Curiouser, and curiouser. The happy little buzzing sound I've come to know and love erupted through the room. I couldn't tell, but there was definitely a sparkle to my eyes. His breath tickled the nape of my neck as he struggled to find the right spot and apply the right amount of pressure. Needle in a haystack, Jeff! I took control, and moved Barney back over an inch. My knees bent to help accommodate the extra gear and Jeff moved back into my body and into my life. His sharp little gasp of pleasure caused shivers to shoot down my spine. I could feel him grow larger inside with each thrust. One of my hands was downstairs operating the machinery, the other upstairs trying to help my body rock with Jeff. I was getting the picture; this wasn't working. I had to hold still beneath him and get to where I was going first. Jeff grunted back in response after I found a spot for my free hand. He has pink nipples that turn a rose color when they're hard. I didn't know it till college but some guys like they're nipples played with just as much as I like mine pinched, squeezed, tugged on, or licked. Disclaimer, I am not a cow and my nipples should never be treated as teats. Turns out, Jeff was one of them. Each sweet plunge was deliriously amazing coupled with the vibrator and I was onto my first "Hallelujah" moment. Jeff, like a gentleman, made it to the finish line before I did. He groaned and Oh-fuck'd his way down from the high as I followed. I wanted to clear out my schedule and stay in the moment forever. Is this what guys feel like when they cum? Christ, this is awesome! My body was squeezing every bit of his shaft inside as Jeff continued to pump encouraging each contraction. Oh fuck. Is this why people smoke after sex? Seven years of being in the dark waiting for something magic to happen and finally. . . Okay, I was ready to start the day now. I kissed Jeff smack on the lips, reminiscent of Bugs Bunny kissing Elmer Fudd. I hopped out of bed opened my bedroom door to raid the fridge and ran into another Goldilocks trying out my couch. ******** Wait. Explain this again. "Kevin's going to direct, I'm going to set up the website, and Machu Picchu here is going to video tape it." For those of you at home wondering who in the hell was Machu Picchu, welcome to my boat. A small Asian kid was sitting in my living room holding a video camera and smiling wide, his thumbs went up every time Machu Picchu was said. Is that really his name? Why is he named after a mountain? Does he speak English? Where in the world did you find this guy? He looks like Long Duck Dong. I had so many questions but the only thing that bubbled out was a small insignificant squeak. No one noticed. Jeff had let in Kevin and MP, I refuse to call him Machu Picchu, while I slept. Rat bastard. "He's a foreign exchange student. He pays for my rent while I teach him English," Kevin explained with a beam. He slapped MP and continued, "His name is something like Matzu Pilu, I don't know, he seems to like Machu Picchu and I like calling him that." God help us all. My face was stuck in a contorted mass of confusion and befuddlement. My jaw had hit the carpet, my eyebrow touched the ceiling, and MP just smiled and repeated his name. Jeff grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the futon. I was being guided into the bathroom and make-up was shoved into my hands. Best Laid Plans Ch. 06-07 "This looks pretty," he said picking out a green eye shadow I used when I wanted to look like Cher. My senses came back online and I closed the bathroom door so as not to let the children hear us fight, "ARE YOU A FUCKING NUT?" "Callie, calm down. Breathe. I've done plenty of websites before and your secret identity is safe. Besides, most of the money is made from advertisements. You'll be a like a super hero. Callie Cronin, barmaid by night and erotic temptress by day." Wait, that didn't make sense. Super heroes moonlighted, it wasn't their day job. I pushed the make-up into his hands and shook my head. "If you're so into this, why don't you jack off for the world to see?" Jeff took both of my shoulders with his man hands. I was being man-handled. I hate being man-handled. He took a deep breath as if in preparation to give some sort of presidential speech. This better be good. "Because. . ., you will be representing woman, just like you all over the country. There are thousands of women out there who have never experienced an orgasm, just think about how long it took you to figure out how to get one. Most men have only seen what they know on porn and they need to know there is more to the screams and thrashing around. They need to know that there are contractions and squeezing and that glorious liquid that comes out of you. If we do this right, you'll be more like a tutorial then a porn star. But mostly you'll just get a bunch of guys off every day." I rolled my eyes. In truth, that wasn't a bad argument. But it doesn't justify Long Duck Dong filming me. I sat down on the toilet with my head between my knees waiting for the insanity to kick in, "I'm going to need more than green eye shadow." "That's my girl." Jeff clapped his hands together and we proceeded to turn Eliza Doolittle into a tramp. Best Laid Plans Ch. 07 Chapter 7: Reality Check Helen's answering machine had over a dozen messages on it when she got back to her apartment. Helen hit the play button and began stripping off her clothes. Ryan smiled at her and said, "I don't think I can do it again." "I'm just going to take a shower and change for work," Helen answered as she pulled a long pink terry cloth robe out of her closet. The first two messages were from people trying to sell her something she didn't want or need. The third message caused her to stop and listen. "Hello, Helen, it's me, Jason. I just wanted to tell you first that I am leaving Holiday Toys. I got an offer to work for Joy Box Toys and they are willing to pay me twice what Holiday paid me. I'll be in town for a couple of days next week to close my apartment. I'm moving to the West Coast. Guess we won't be seeing each other anymore. Bye." "Another rat deserting a sinking ship!" Ryan commented. "One less problem for me. I wasn't looking forward to telling him that it was over, now he just saved me the trouble." Helen sat down next to Ryan on the couch and leaned into him as the next message started. "Helen, are you okay? Your dad and I are worried sick about you after you missed dinner last night. Please call and tell us that you are feeling better. By the way, that nice neighbor of yours who was taking care of you is he married? If he isn't, you should get to know him better. Miss you." "Thanks, Mom, already taken care of,” she answered. Turning to Ryan, she asked, "Would you like to meet my parents? I've never invited anyone to meet either of them before, and the truth is that I don't want to face my father alone." "Does this mean that you are serious about me?" Ryan smiled at the thought that she was. "Serious enough to forgive you as much as you have forgiven me," she answered as she started to kiss him through three more messages for "incredible offers". As the next message played out, Helen ran to the machine to play it again. "Helen, this is Joshua. Forget about the designs, the company has been sold. The way things look; you might not have a job. Jason Williams has already quit and taken a job at Joy Box Toys. I thought that you might want to come in today and clean out your desk. You had better shut down things at the mall too, and return anything that is company property because we are about to be audited. I'm really sorry about all of this, but you are smart and young, I'm sure that you will get a job somewhere." Helen smiled, "Yeah, maybe." She got up off the couch and headed into the bathroom to take her shower. When she returned with her hair draped in a towel, only one message was left on her machine. "I deleted all the special offers and the three messages that you have already heard. I think that you should listen to this last one before you go to work." Ryan hit the play button while Helen started to dress. "Hello. Helen Parker? My name is Scott Lang; I work for Dalton Images. I received a request from our company chairman to interview you for a job as a security consultant. I was wondering if you could come in sometime this afternoon? Please call me at 555-8697. Thank you." Ryan stood smiling at her as the message played out. She had been pulling on a shoe when the job offer was made and had stopped with only one shoe on and the other in her hand. Helen threw the shoe at Ryan and marched over to him to reclaim it, demanding, "YOU bought out Holiday Toys, didn't you? How else would you know that I'd be looking for a job?" "I just thought that you'd want to quit once you married me, and it didn't make any sense to wait that long." "Did you say 'married'?" she nearly laughed. "We barely know each other." "And you are crazy about me! I am also very much in love with you and when people are that seriously in love, marriage soon follows." "Damn, I hate it when you are logical." She pulled on her retrieved shoe and headed back to her closet to finish dressing. "I'll call my parents when I get back from work and the mall. Tell your flunky, Scott, that I'll see him tomorrow morning after you come here for breakfast." "I expect to be here for breakfast," Ryan grinned at her. "I'd better get going, I have a big desk to clean out." Helen said as she grabbed her coat and hurried out the door. Helen pulled her pale blue Metro into the visitor parking space at Holiday Toys Corporate Office Building. She took the elevator up to the sixth floor and walked down the carpeted hallway to Joshua Radford's office. She waved at his secretary and nodded towards the door. The secretary nodded back and Helen opened the door and entered. "Clean out my desk?" she asked. "I don't have a desk!" Joshua walked over to Helen and planted a long passionate kiss on her still open mouth. "How close are we?" he whispered into her ear. "He offered me a job as a security consultant," Helen smiled at Joshua, "Should I take it?" "Is the Pope Catholic?" Joshua smacked her hard on her ass. "Did Jason really leave?" she queried, "Or is he just after Joy Box designs?" "Jason has left us," Joshua sat down on the edge of his desk, "He has been dating this woman for a while and decided that he would rather live with her than see you." Helen glared at Joshua, "Good riddance, he wasn't all that good in bed anyway." Joshua smiled at her remark, knowing full well that Helen was hurt to hear that Jason preferred another woman to her. Joshua was glad that Helen would no longer "belong" to Jason, giving her to him had been a mistake that he regretted. He had trained her well; she had mastered her sex and all the doors that it could open. But she seemed different somehow, standing there unafraid, still fully clothed. He was tempted to whip her for it, but he let it pass. Helen started to turn to leave and then stopped. She began to strip off clothes and dance in full view of the window. Joshua smiled at her and started to approach her when she suddenly stopped and picked up the few articles that she had shed. "I can't," she whimpered, "It just doesn't feel right anymore. I'm sorry." She pulled her shirt and skirt back on and hurried out the office door. Helen took the stairs down to the parking garage and ran to her car. She sat down in the driver's seat, gripped the steering wheel and started to weep. She could not be Joshua's slave any more; she did not want to become Michael's slave. She realized that she wanted more than either man had ever offered her. Helen drove to the mall and parked near the office complex as always. She met Michael standing outside her office. "We have to talk," he stated bluntly. "I know," Helen answered as she unlocked the door. "Come inside," she said as turned on the light switch. "I've been thinking..." "This isn't going to work!" Michael finished her sentence. "My brother has never understood the lifestyle, he's so... Vanilla." "There is nothing 'wrong' with Vanilla, it happens to be one of my favorite flavors." She stood in front of him and looked him in the eyes. "We won't work, you and I. I don't want to be your slave or anyone else's" "You've fallen for him, haven't you? You're in love with Ryan!" He smiled almost impishly at his revelation. "What if I am?" she asked defiantly. "What if I am?" she repeated with some resignation. "I can't betray him." "Then don't," Michael took hold of her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Ryan needs a woman who can look after him, keep him out of trouble, I think that you are her." "What about your deal with Joshua?" "My problem. I'll handle Holiday Toys; you take care of my brother. Deal?" Michael held out his hand for Helen to shake. She took it and smiled. He squeezed it hard and she winced. She resisted the urge to slap him for it when he let go. When he left her office, she began to disconnect equipment and pack things up. She didn't want the job at Ryan's company and she didn't want to work at Holiday Toys any more. She would type up her resignation when she got home. Before leaving her office, she called Holiday to come and pick up her office supplies. Best Laid Plans Ch. 08 She drove back to her apartment smiling. Helen had not been this happy in a long time. She decided that she was ready to face her father and would make an effort to talk to him. She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and called Ryan to tell him that she wanted to meet him for lunch. Ryan was waiting at le Celeste when Helen arrived. She chose the restaurant because it was "neutral ground" or at least she hoped it was. The Maitre d`Hotel didn't seem to recognize Ryan when they entered the restaurant and Helen breathed a sigh of relief. After being shown to their table and sitting down, Helen started the conversation. "There are some things that I have to tell you," she watched him carefully as she uttered each word. "I really had intended to steal those designs from you, but I wasn't counting on liking you so much." "Is that all?" he said smiling at her. "No, there's more." Helen picked up her menu and quickly picked out something to eat. Ryan chose something else for her and sent the waiter scurrying. Helen was surprised at Ryan. She had not expected him to ignore her wishes. "Michael says that you like to have men make decisions for you. Was he wrong?" Helen gasped at his question. "What else did he tell you about me?" "That you like to play rough," he smiled broadly at his choice of words. "I can, if you really want me too." "No, I don't want you to. I don't want you to change, to become your brother or any other man who 'plays rough' as you put it." "Then what is it that you wanted to tell me?" he asked. "I can't work for you." "You can't?" "I'd rather work in a department store selling perfume than to be a security risk for your company. I really do care about you. Michael says that it's something else, something more... but I'm not sure. I need time." "I suppose you need some space, too," Ryan answered dryly. "NO! I don't want that! I can't bear the thought of not seeing more of you, I just haven't figured out why..." Ryan reached across the table and took her hand, answering her, "I'm irresistible, that's why." He smiled at her and kissed her fingers as the waiter served the wine. Helen smiled and answered back, "Yes, that must be it!" She laughed out loud at his audacity. There were so many things that she had to say to him while they sat there eating lunch. He politely nodded his head through most of them and held her hand through others as she explained the mess she had gotten herself into. Finally, Ryan took her hand and asked, "Would you do me a favor? I'd like something of yours to take back to the office with me, something personal." Helen stared at him a moment and then thought about what she had to offer; "How personal?" she asked. "Something that reeks of you," he replied. "And you have to take it off and give it to me here and now." She couldn't offer him her panties, she hadn't worn any, and so she worked her sweater out of her skirt and unhooked her bra. She worked it loose from her arms and withdrew it from her sweater. The waiter had returned to the table to fill their water glasses at the moment that she chose to pass it across the table to Ryan. He spilled some of the water and ice onto the table before beating a hasty retreat to the kitchen. Ryan picked up an ice cube and passed it across the table to Helen. "Use it," he demanded. Helen took the ice and carefully rubbed her nipples with it. The cold made her nipples hard and noticeably erect under her sweater. Helen removed the ice cube from under her sweater and presented it to Ryan. "My brother thinks that I'm vanilla because I don't beat women, but there are all kinds of vanilla and some are better than others." Helen smiled at Ryan, "I know what you mean, but who says that you're vanilla. I don't think of you as vanilla - more cherry vanilla!" Helen laughed at her little joke. Ryan stared her down and said, "Just for that, you are going to take me to your parent's house for dinner. I think that I should meet my futures, don't you?" "There you go, assuming that we are going to get married again!" she scolded. Ryan handed his cell phone to Helen, "Make the arrangements, now." "You're serious?" she asked as she started to dial her mother's number. "Never have been more serious in my life!" he answered as she started to make the arrangements. Ryan paid for lunch while Helen negotiated dinner arrangements with her mother. "They are expecting us tomorrow night," she announced as she handed back his cell phone. "Good, I'll stop by your apartment to make sure that you are properly dressed." Ryan kissed her hard on the lips before leaving her standing outside the restaurant. Best Laid Plans Ch. 08 Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. It's been fun writing about Callie and her mis-adventures in post-college prospects. If you have any comments, feel free to email me. I would like to make her a very fun character. Chapter 8: The Cucumber of Truth Watching Nolan make cannolis was like watching a really good porno. It included two of my favorite things. Nolan bending over with his distressed jeans hugging his ass, and cannolis. I wasn't sure which one I wanted to eat first. Nolan was talking, but really I only heard my name and anything good he said about it, "Callie, you've been the best." If I had a cannoli every time I heard that, "but I think you need to go home. You look like you need some sleep." Oh no, I'm fine. I'm just fantasizing about licking ricotta off your chest. "Huh?" "You've been sitting there with your hand propping you up for the past hour. The maddening crowd has passed, you can go home." But I won't be able to look at your butt. I had worked the grave yard shift for the fifth time this week. I am now a permanent barmaid at The Big Bang, the loveable sports bar where guys come to have douche offs. This meant, I worked from six p.m. till two a.m. then, like the masochist I am, trudging over to the bakery next door, which my boss also owned, to help Nolan dole out day old pastries because I have a mondo crush on him that neither I nor my will to sleep can control. My day job included masturbating in front of a camera so my sleazy ex-boyfriend and his bosum buddies could post it on a website. Gee, I just love my life. On top of that, I hadn't had sex in over two weeks. If there wasn't video footage of my cooter, I would have thought it had taken a hike. "Ok." Please tell me you think I'm ugly, tell me you are secretly married to your cousin, so this stupid spell can be broken. Nolan wouldn't tell me that though. He would tell me I was an amazing employee, he'd tell me that if there was an employee of the month, I'd be on it every month. Nolan, unlike me, had purpose. He got from point A to point B every day and no matter how much extra help I put in, he'd never see me as a possible lost-in-the-moment fuck. I was just too love-sick to step aside and let him open his own damn shop by himself. "Girl, you got it bad." Penny had told me while we were sweeping up the other night. I'd like to think I played it off. I wanted to believe that she was mildly interested in my reactions to Nolan tapping my back, or stroking my arm to tell me he was behind me with a keg and that I would need to move. When approached with the truth, denial always comes in handy, "I don't know what you're talking about." "Yes you do, you would step in front of a moving train if he asked you to." Wrong, I would only do it if he bent over, looked over his shoulder, and said that I was awesome. "I've got other opportunities. I almost made out with Cody two nights ago." Common sense prevailed. Cody was the substitute bartender when he wasn't modeling for the nude fireman's calendar. He was dumb as bricks, but he looked fantastic in a cowboy hat and plaid. Cody and I had gotten locked in the freezer by accident and he still looked smoldering in forty degree temperatures. Before any hanky panky got started, Nolan pried the door open with a crow bar. My hero. "Haven't we all. Then we take a step back, assess the situation, and leave him hot and heavy with his dick at half mast." Sounds like Penny's been in the freezer with Cody too. "I'll be more subtle about it. Do you think he knows?" Penny rolled her eyes and bent low so that I could only hear the low raspy voice that is her trademark, "He knows. He's not stupid and he's not dead. So you either come onto him and get accepted, or let him drag you on till someone else takes up your daydreaming. Cody would be a good substitute if Cody had a brain." I could spend just as much time fantasizing about Cody, but then he'd say something dumb mid-fantasy like, "I like to use Herb-al essence because it's got one serving of fruit in it." I can't, I just can't. I slumped a messenger bag over my head and proceeded to do the walk of shame out of the back kitchen door and into the early morning twilight. Wearing the same clothes I had the night before, leaving with nothing more than a pat on the back. I couldn't keep this up for much longer, he could be Optimus Prime all he wanted, I was a human being with needs. I felt a tug on my pony tail and a swift breeze of air up my back. I probably forgot my keys or forgot to pick up my paycheck. I turned, not so surprised to see Nolan, but there was something behind those dark brown eyes I hadn't seen before. Not lust, just a charm that had never been there before. "I'm taking you out to dinner tomorrow. Where your hair down." I remember nodding OK, getting into my car and texting my entire contact list that I had a date. No one texted me back because it's five a.m. in the morning. My brain turned back on halfway home. Adrenaline was thumping through my veins and pushing the gas pedal a little harder. He asked me out. No, he'd told me out. Whatever, I'm in! When I got to the Brothel, the adopted name of the neighborhood I live in, I didn't even care that Kevin was slouched on my couch eating my food. I had a date with a respectable man! "I have a date!" I shoved Kevin a couple of times and hopped up and down on the couch next to him. Kevin buckled down into the crash landing position, curled up like a scared turtle. "Why are you hitting me?" Kevin uncurled just in time to get smacked in the face with a throw pillow. "I'm just so happy!" "Do you normally abuse people when you're happy?" No, you also ate all of my blue corn chips and hummus. He ducked to avoid another playful punch and hit his shin on the coffee table sending Kevin into a giant shit-fest. That's when it occurred to me, Kevin wasn't supposed to be here until three. "Kevin, what are you doing here?" Other than breaking and entering. I had a spare key under the door mat. That was getting moved the next time I thought about it. "LeAnn broke up with me. She found out about the what we were doing and broke up with me." Kev shoved the coffee table, my coffee table, out of his way with a foot and plopped back on the couch. He had never mentioned a LeAnn. Must have been something new. Shock and awe, "What?" "We started going out last Wednesday. She works at the crazy craft place next door to the comic book store," there's Greek row, and then there's Geek row, "I was showing her around last night, she saw some of the clips on the computer while I was in the shower and she bailed. I didn't want to tell Machu about it because he wouldn't understand. Plus, there isn't food in my house." Saint Callie, patron saint of emotional eaters. "Awe, Kev, I'm sorry," not really, "You'll find someone who appreciates you." My mother, my best friends, and my brother Joe, have all given me this line. It's a load of crap. What if Nolan found out about me doing this? Gulp. "S'okay. I'll be fine. I'm here about another thing, too. Jeff wanted me to warm you up to the idea before we asked you to do it." Wait for it. . . "A lot of the comments on the site have requested you to give a hand-job to a guy." I knew it. "No way, no fucking way. Are you kidding? Who would it be? You? Jeff? MP? I'm legitimately dating someone now, I can't be jerking another guy off, on camera, on the internet!" "You're already jerking off on camera, on the internet. What difference does a dude's dick make?" Say that three times fast. Kevin was right though. I'm already through the looking glass, why not make the peanut gallery happy? Um, because it would involve touching either Kevin's or Jeff's dong. For another five minutes the little angel and the little devil on my shoulder argued back and forth about pros and cons. Kevin, who had also pulled an all nighter, passed out with his arm around the Sunchips. I went to sleep, still debating, dreaming about jerking guys off with a canolli shell. Ugh! "Where your hair down when you jerk me off." Nolan God of Pastries said, riding on his white horse. There was a distant tune playing behind him and I wanted to make it stop. "Callie!" A voice clamored through my dream as the toga clad Nolan disappeared. I woke up back in the real world. No white horses, no Nolan, just that incessant ringing. A pillow aimed straight at my head, "Callie, wake the fuck up!" It was Jeff. Always Jeff. "Your phone's been ringing for a half an hour. It's three-thirty, get your ass out of bed!" Let's see him walk a day in my shoes! I merged my body onto the floor and stood up. Everything went fuzzy. Something was still ringing. "Get out of bed!" Jeff, who will be playing the part of my mother, came back in and shouted some more. Just go away. No one invited him over. Okay, maybe I gave him an open invitation, but what I giveth I can taketh away-eth. Jeff is my ex-boyfriend/business partner. He is first and foremost an asshole. We agreed, though not amicably, to start a website where I would masturbate in front of a small Asian student named Machu Picchu, or MP. He designed the website, he handles the money, I get a cut. As does Kevin, that sack of potatoes on my couch. MP works for peanuts and the glory of getting to tape an American girl touch herself with a vibrator. Some would call it indentured servitude, but it has to be better than flipping burgers at Mickey D's. A blackberry was shoved into my hands and it took a second to realize that it was mine, and the person on the other line was shouting my name to get attention. "What!" "So I got some very interesting news the other day," the voice on the other line said. It was one of my brothers, they all sound the same, but this one was Joe. Joe's the only one who: A; calls. B; calls multiple times till I pick up. And C; doesn't care if I'm in the middle of taking an LSAT, as long as I pick up the phone. Oh God, he knows. "Mom was very upset, and you know how she gets about these things." Oh Christ. My mother knows. The repercussions of this would be worse than when I was caught making out with Jack Stein inside in the confessionals at church. Denial! "I'm NOT doing anything wrong. I have a legitimate job," working at a bar, trying to screw my boss, ". . ., and I'm making money." "She doesn't want you to live your life like that." Joe paused. I started running through scenarios about how my family would take my new source of income. People were already lining up, bringing over coffee cake, sitting on her gold trim couch to "discuss" with my mother about her less than saintly daughter. It would be like wearing a scarlet letter to the St. Patty's day festival. Nothing gets the gossip mill churning faster like a church potluck. I resigned, "What do you want me to do?" "I'm moving in with you. I've got two more years of research and after Hannah split, I need to get another place." Holy shit. Joe hadn't been talking about the website, he'd been talking about how I didn't have a roommate. At my parents house we were forced to share a bedroom until I started my period. Since I was a late bloomer and the older brothers with rooms of their own had failure to launch issues, Joe was my roommate for far too long. One word, "No." "Yes." "No way!" "Yahweh!" Sunday school joke, I'm not explaining. It was moments like these, that if I were back in my house, I would pitch a fit and scream, "MOM!" "Callie, it's done. Move whatever clothes or make-up you have in the second bedroom out by Saturday." Which is tomorrow, "I'll be there around ten." "NO." He hung up as I continued to scream "NO" at the phone. Joe has brown mop hair that is thick enough to stick twigs out of and make a nice centerpiece. He works in the University's science lab and resembles Beaker from the Muppet Show. He has the same bleak facial expressions as the rest of the Cronin clan, I cover mine up with make-up, and wears baseball caps when he's not trying to impress the ladies. My favorite memory of him was when he knocked out his two front teeth by jumping off the fence and into a clothesline. My least favorite was when he his voice dropped and sixth grade girls from two parishes asked me if he liked them. Joe spent most of high school smoking pot under the bleachers, looking up girls' skirts and abusing himself. Sadly, the pot Joe smoked in high school contributed to his fascination in narcotics. He got a scholarship and pursued biochemisty He is now the fumbling brainiac in the family. Jeff popped his head back into my bedroom and asked if I was done verbally abusing my phone. Perfect time for another visit from Mr. Bird, a.k.a. my middle finger. "Did Kevin tell you about-," "Yep," "And?" That was a good question. Ask sleep deprived Callie if she wants to jack you off. I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. I would touch Cody, but he'd have to be gagged. Wait a minute. A pretty pink light bulb clicked on over my head, "I've got an idea." Some ten minutes later I was banging on Cody's door. Cody Dunham lived down the street from the Brothel, past Greek town and into a quaint little subdivision. These people had manicured lawns, a flag on every porch, and a basketball hoop in every driveway. If they were really classy, they had an above ground swimming pool. The Thortan burbs looked like any other burb with the one exception, every house within a five mile radius lived, breathed and worked for the University. I was saying a silent prayer that he didn't live with his parents. I knew where he lived because I'd given him a ride home while his GT was in the shop. Oh yeah, Cody might be one sexy son-of-a-gun, but my evolutionary chips were on the guy who could spell clitoris, not excite it. He opened the door butt naked. A cowboy hat was all that separated his junk from the rest of the world, which happened to be me, Jeff, Kevin, and Machu Picchu standing by with a video camera permanently attached to his face. Jeff and Kevin bowed their heads, stifling chuckles, while MP asked if he should start shooting now. "Oh hey, Callie, I was just about to get in the shower. Are you working tonight?" Just like Cody to make small talk in the nude. "Um, can I talk to you in private?" I asked peeking around his broad shoulders to see if there were any "mom" things in the hallway. You know, school pictures, chotchkis, fake flowers in gaudy vases. I saw instead a bare hallway with boots and an overstuffed coat hanger covered in Carhartt everything. I stepped inside, gently closing the door, listening for the explosion of laughter from Kevin and Jeff. Ahh, there it went. Cody put his hat back on his head. My eyes went straight to what it had been covering. Oh my God! He was uncircumcised. I'd only ever heard of such things! There was a strong urge to pull out my Nancy Drew magnifying glass. "I model so I'm used to it," Cody reassured, putting a hand on my shoulder. The pig in the blanket got closer. "I um. . .," penis, "I have a strange question," penis, " to ask." Penis. Well, that went well. I started looking all over the foyer trying to put together the Cody Dunham mystery. There was a fireplace in the living room with beer cans lined on top of the mantel. So this was definitely not his parents' house. "I know what you want. It's cool. You are like totally hot, too. Do you need me to help you take off your clothes? Should I take a shower first before we get started?" Dear God, help me. "Wait, that's not exactly why I came here." Believe me, the truth is way better, "I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in letting them film me giving you a hand-job." That folks, was the hardest question I've ever had to ask. Forget "Will you marry me," or "Should I or should I not follow Nolan Kelly around like a love-sick puppy." I just asked my co-worker if he was cool with me touching his ding-dong on camera. "Oh, sure. I thought you wanted to make a sex tape. I was cool with that, too." I hope it never comes to that. Cody opened the door to let in Jeff and Kevin, who had been ear to glass pane, and toppled into the foyer at the feet of our new co-anchor. "Do I have to have sex with one of them?" "NO!" we all answered. ****** "Hold the phone." Cody was showered and smelled like wood and man. He came down the stairs decked in a towel, a cowboy hat and nothing else. His biceps flexed in anticipation, or maybe because he had an audience. I wanted to wash clothes on his abs and taking as many mental pictures as my camera could hold. Jeff had propped himself against the banister, shaking his head. "We want this guy's dick to be big right? How do we know he's got a big wiener?" Jeff asked swinging around an electrical cord and staring me down as if I should be the all-knowing oracle to answer such a complex question. "We could measure all of your dicks and whoever has the longest or fattest gets it." Eat your heart out King Solomon. My money was on Cody. Had been since he took his cowboy hat off. "Do you have a ruler or measuring tape?" Jeff asked grasping at straws. He was determined to play this out till he had to cry uncle. "No, why would I need a ruler?" Cody asked getting peeved that his johnson all of the sudden wasn't big enough. This looks like a job for Callie the mediator, "Just get it up, I'll measure it, I'll decide." Cody shrugged and whipped it out, I turned away to give him some privacy, as did Jeff, and Kevin. MP started filming. "I'm gonna need more space," Jeff said leaving to go to the downstairs bathroom. Kevin wasn't participating in the huge-dick-off, so he helped me look for something to measure them against in the refrigerator. I shuffled through the odds and ends of Cody's lifestyle, came across nothing useful, it didn't even look like he lived here. The living room was sparse of any furniture, the oak floor was stained and warped. Cody's kitchen wasn't much more to look at. Peeling wall paper and a plastic card table. There were dozens of GNC protein powder jugs. Jesus, is that all this guy ate? "I'm ready!" Cody called from the front room. Shit. I needed a piece of loose leaf. "Here," Kevin handed me a cucumber, "Just make a mark in it or something." I turned the cucumber over in my hand. It was definitely longer and fatter than any dick I'd seen. I was surprised it was in Cody's refrigerator. "Alright, this is the cucumber of truth," I said holding up the gourd and pointing to his hard-on, "I'm going to put it up against your um. . ." boner, cock, junk, willy, wiener, doodle, purple-headed-yogurt-slinger, ". . .thing, and make a mark on this side." Cody nodded. I measured, digging my fingernail in the cucumber where his penis ended and marking it with a CD. I'm anything if efficient when it comes to measuring guys' dicks. In the bathroom, Jeff and I went through the same routine, and I didn't need a damn cucumber of truth to know Cody had the advantage. I don't know, but there is something about that extra foreskin. One day years from now, we would gather around and talk about how ridiculous this whole experience was. I would be ten years older maybe, with a billion dollars in my bank account, perfectly manicured nails and toes, and a Beamer X3. Kevin would have his own comic book store, he'd be able to go to Comic Con every year and he'd make Stan Lee seethe with jealousy. Jeff would be living with his mother, eating out of a tin can every night, selling pixie sticks at the intersections. We would laugh and recall how silly we'd all been. That I, at one low point in my post college life, stripped down to my undies, lathered up a super hot abs of steel co-worker, and slid my hand up and down his dick for a not-so-profitable website. At the end of the night we would pat each other on our backs, say our good-byes and never see each other again. One day, but not today. Best Laid Plans Ch. 08 Do you even need lube if you're not circumcised? How does it work? Suddenly I was seventeen years old again in the back of my boyfriend's Buick with my hands between his legs. I could feel something take my twisting fingers and place them on top of flesh. Hard flesh. "Cal, you're not getting shy are you?" Jeff asked bending over to stroke my back. Cody was naked, laid out before me with his dick defying gravity pointing straight up in the air. I had asked Jeff to leave ten minutes ago but he kept finding ways to come back in. Cody who it seemed took a Viagra, was ready to go for the past half hour. I'm miserable, "I'm fine." "Okay, just checking to see if you needed any help." I heard Cody growl somewhere deep in his system. He grabbed my hand and started stroking himself via me. Once I picked up his rhythm, he let go and stretched himself out like a cat getting petted. His hands slid behind his head, abs flexed and just watched me with two little slits of happy bliss. I could feel the hard ribbed core beneath his flesh. This guy seeped out sex in everything. Occasionally I would feel the pulse of him beat in my hand. If I wasn't careful, I'd get pregnant just looking at him. He took a sharp inhale, biting his lower lip, and jacking up a knee. MP had to reposition to get a better shot. One of Cody's hands had slid up the side of my bra and was tugging it down so he could play with my flesh. Tit for tat. His eyes rolled around behind closed lids, slipping closer to the end of his yellow brick road. Pausing for dramatic effect, I could feel the slight throb of his manhood at my fingertips. Damn, he's hot. "Faster," Cody murmured. I knew that tone. I concentrated on the head, adding a lick or two from my tongue to give him some lube. Cody's head and shoulders jacked up off the floor, pinching my nipple and grunting out from deep in his throat. He started to cum, shooting up to his chest, all over my hand, and all over his stomach. It was beautiful. MP gave me the thumbs up and shut off the camera. Cody pulled me down to his head, nipping at my lower lip with his teeth and twirling a nipple between two fingers. Instant girl hard-on. It was suddenly apparent how many days, hours, and minutes I'd gone without sex. How awkward at work would that be? How awkward at work was it going to be after this? "Cody," I felt his name trail out of my lips as more of an erotic groan. Fuck, I am so using that cucumber later, "Please don't tell anyone about this. Especially the people at work." Cody shrugged, wiped himself off with my shirt, and stood up. And I'm back to square one with Cody. Jerk just used my shirt to clean up. He pulled me up, slipped his tongue in my mouth, and made my world gooey, "When you want to make a sex tape, let me know." He strolled out, tipping his hat to Jeff as he passed, and proceeded to take another shower. Jeff looked like grump-osaurus. His arms crossed, furrowed brows, and a tint of jealousy. "Can you walk?" he asked, tossing me a jacket. No, "Yes." Best Laid Plans Ch. 09 Dinner with the Devil Helen hurried to open the door. She didn't even bother checking the peephole; she knew that it was Ryan. He had called her on his way from his office and she was ready for him. She had taken great pains to prepare herself for his visit. She had showered and dried her hair and put on her makeup and was dressed exactly as he had commanded. She wore only her makeup and jewelry. Ryan stepped into her apartment and moved directly to her closet. He sorted through her dresses and chose one, which buttoned all the way in the front. He chose a garter belt and seamed stockings and a pair of high heels to match the dress. He watched as Helen dressed herself and shook his head as she buttoned all the buttons on the dress. He unbuttoned the top button and the bottom three. "In the car, you will unbutton this dress up to the waist and part the skirt so that I can see your garters and stocking tops. At your parents house, this is how you will wear this dress." Helen shook her head in agreement. She looked into his eyes and smiled at him. She longed for a kiss from this man who had so completely claimed her, but she dared not ask. Ryan stared into Helen's eyes and found that he could no longer withhold what he so deeply wanted to share with her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her long and hard on the lips. He began kissing her neck and cheeks as she swooned from his passionate embrace. If they had not been committed to this dinner, she would have begged him to take her then and there. Helen grabbed her coat and keys and headed for the door. She waited outside her apartment for Ryan to close the door and then took his arm as they walked down the hallway to the elevator. She leaned into his shoulder on the elevator ride down to the garage and he would occasionally kiss her forehead but neither of them spoke a word. Helen tossed her coat into the back seat of Ryan's Mercedes and sat down in the passenger seat. She unbuttoned her dress as instructed before fastening her seatbelt. Ryan smiled, pleased that she had remembered his wishes without being reminded. "Joshua has trained her well," he thought as he started the car and pulled out of his space. Helen sat in the car thinking about how she would greet her father when they arrived. She had no warm feelings for the man but her mother would expect her to show some. She decided that a quick hug might appease her mother enough. Helen was also worried that her mother wouldn't approve of Ryan. She didn't care what her father thought of him, but her mother's approval meant a great deal to her. Ryan let Helen stew in her thoughts as he drove them to her mother's house. He hoped that he was doing the right thing by forcing Helen to deal with her father's reappearance in her life. He wanted to make her stronger, to help her grow. Ryan was impressed by her potential from the moment he first laid eyes on her. It had been months earlier, at a party held by his business rival, that Ryan had first noticed Helen. She looked so lost from being handed over to another against her wishes, that he wanted to rescue her. He knew that Holiday toys was hurting and decided to take advantage of the situation. His brother, Michael, was more than willing to join in the game. Helen began to button her dress as they pulled into the driveway behind her mother's townhouse. She unfastened her seatbelt and finished buttoning her dress. While she was retrieving her coat from the back seat, she felt a hard smack on her ass. "You forgot to ask," Ryan chided. Helen frowned back at him. He grabbed the back of her neck, drew her close and then kissed her passionately. "I'll forgive you, this time, just don't let it happen again!" As Helen pulled on her coat, Ryan said, "You can button it all the way up. I don't want to have your parents think badly of me." Helen smiled and buttoned up her dress before buttoning her coat. She was glad that Ryan had changed his mind. "He really does care for me," she thought as she stepped from his car. Her mother answered the door and hastened them inside. "It's cold out! Don't want you two to come down with something. I'm glad that you could make it tonight." She leaned close to Helen and whispered, "He's cute, where'd you find him?" "Oh, mom!" Helen whispered back. Helen stared at the tall man who stood in the doorway to the living room. She had heard the man's voice over the phone but she had not had a face to put with it. His striking good looks and his beaming smile surprised her. "Hello, Dad," she said smiling back at him. "Come here and let me look at you," he commanded. Helen moved closer to him, letting him take her hands. "Your pictures don't do you justice. You have grown into a beautiful woman." He drew her close and wrapped his arms around her, "I love you," he whispered into her ear. Helen hugged him back. Helen's mother started towards the kitchen; "Dinner's almost ready, I've got a few things to do in the kitchen still." "Mind if I help?" Ryan volunteered. "I know my way around a kitchen pretty well." "A man who cooks? Helen you'd better grab this one quick!" she said as she winked at Helen. "That's what I've been telling her!" Ryan laughed and winked at Mrs. Parker. "He seems nice," her father commented as the two left the foyer. "He is," Helen replied as she walked past her father into the living room. "He wants to marry me." She sat down on the couch near the fireplace. Her father sat in a chair facing her. "Do you want to marry him?" he bluntly asked. "I don't know. I'm afraid that if I marry him, he'll leave me. I've been left by so many..." she trailed off. She stared into his face, "I'm sorry, Dad, but it hurts me too!" "Don't lose out on a great guy just because your father was a real jerk," he scolded her. "If he makes you happy, if he wants to make you happy, then marry him and don't ever let him off easy! Your mother let me off easy and I ended up hurting the two people that I love most in the world." Helen moved to the edge of the couch, but she couldn't bring herself to reach out and forgive him. "Your mother has given me a second chance. I don't expect you to forgive me for abandoning you, but I do expect you to give me a chance to prove myself. I really do love your mother and I really do love you. That's why I don't want you to pass on a chance at happiness because of my stupidity." The lecture came as a surprise to Helen. She had expected him to plead for her forgiveness and to make a lot of empty promises. Instead he was showing concern for her future happiness. She reached out with her hands and took his, "Thank you for caring, Dad. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself." "But if you ever hurt Mom again..." she thought. "Dinner's ready!" her mother called from the dining room. Helen was all smiles as she hugged her mother. Dinner had gone well, the conversation had been mostly harmless, except for her mother's constant prodding about how she had met Ryan. "I stalked him, Mom. And then I spilled his coffee and ripped his newspaper as I fell into his lap." Her mother thought that she was avoiding the question. "Bye, Mom. We'll have to do this again sometime." Helen's mother beamed back at her, "Yes, we most certainly will. Maybe next time we can talk about wedding plans!" "I thought that you and dad weren't going to have a wedding?" Helen asked. "I meant you and Ryan," she answered grinning. Helen blushed. Marriage was not something Helen had ever seriously considered. Ryan helped her put on her coat and said his "goodbyes" to her parents as Helen opened the door to leave. Her father stood nearby and grabbed her before she left. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I'm glad that we had a chance to talk. Don't be a stranger. Your mother really misses you sometimes." "I won't, Dad," she muttered back at him. Helen quickly stepped out the door and waited for Ryan to walk her to the car. As they reached the car, Ryan grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips. "You didn't tell me you had such nice parents," he scolded. Helen resisted the urge to correct him. Ryan helped her into his car. He smiled as she slipped off her coat and unbuttoned her dress for him. He would have to reward her for that, after he took her to what would be her new home. Ryan had already made arrangements to move Helen's things into the house that he had bought for them. He had no doubt that she would eventually come around and marry him. He had never wanted anyone so completely before. Best Laid Plans Ch. 09 Chapter 9: The one with the Sexting We sat staring at the front of my duplex for a good minute. Throats were cleared, thumbs were twiddled. Jeff was either attempting to ask me to go steady or he wanted his jacket back. I wasn't giving in to either. We have a complex friendship. We've had the casual sex thing, we've had the monogamous relationship thing. He's made me cry, he's made me wet, and if I've watched a bad ro-com, I have nightmares about getting married to him. What ticked me off the last time with Jeff was when he gave me my first orgasm through intercourse and then screwed Ann Gardner the next day. Not even twelve hours after a toe curling, god-swearing orgasm, he's slipped his ding-dong into another woman. Call me old fashioned, but I'm disillusioned by the amount of casual sex my generation considers normal. I don't slip from one bed to the next. I make only one bed, fluff the pillows, and sleep in it. I don't have the patience for his wandering dick. I also cannot stand Ann. She worked with me at a part-time job sophomore summer and she's that girl who giggles too loudly at the cute guys' jokes, smirks at your bad hair day, and says 'thanks' with a heaping pile of bullshit attached to it. In the middle of going down on Steven Tucker, she asked him how many calories were in come. We're friends only through facebook. When I went through my first major tear spilling break-up junior year one of my friends bought me this book called "He's not that interested." I've learned to let go of half-assed relationships and immediately delete numbers when they don't call after two days. I try to delete Jeff, but every time I do, he ends up in between my legs. This would be less difficult if I didn't find him so goddamn sexy. Jeff was made out of the same Midwestern genetic makeup that created men like Brad Pitt and George Clooney. I could see him becoming a silver fox at forty and wearing his high school gym t-shirt to bed every night. Jeff had always been in and out of my life and putting him back on the front burner was a thought that I didn't want to think about. He was fun on occasion, and he could make me laugh about spaghetti and meatballs. When an image of him and Ann going at it doggy style flashed in my frontal lobe, I started reaching for the door handle. "Wait," Jeff said before I could high tail it out of there. His eyes went dark like he was concentrating, or he was constipated. "What?" "Do you work tonight?" Jeff reached up and tucked a loose strand behind my ear like a mother or a concerned lover. Goosebumps followed. "I-" I got cut off by Mozart. I dug through my deceivingly large purse, pulling out the come stained shirt, a bottle of hair spray, three tubes of various make-up bottles, and receipts to taco bell. By the time my phone was reached, Jeff was humming along with Symphony 40. It was Nolan. "When I said tomorrow, what I really meant was tonight. Sorry about the confusion. That sort of thing happens when you pull an all nighter. Are you still available?" he asked. I turned to Jeff who'd taken to dusting off the dashboard with his sleeve. "Yeah." "Great, I'm picking you up at seven." I hung up with Nolan and refused to look Jeff in the eye. "Guess you're busy," he said. There was a slight pang of guilt in my gut that I wanted to smoother with a pillow. What is this? Did I just feel bad about blowing Jeff off? I shrugged and pretended that it was a normal thing to have guys calling me left and right, telling me out on dates, telling me to wear my hair down. "We could do something before seven," I suggested. The only thought bubbles over my head involved scratching this itch I had on my upper back where the curls of my hair hit. Jeff was thumbing the steering wheel probably thinking about whether he wanted Arby's or Hardy's for lunch. "I could make you lunch?" I suggested this because my brain temporarily left and forgot that I didn't cook. Jeff's eyebrows perked up. A home cooked meal is a rare find in college life. I used my oven to store the pots and pans my mom saw fit to purchase me at a garage sale. This isn't 1954, and the only thing I can cook is a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. Or I could run over to Taco Bell and get a quesadilla and not have to do dishes. Ramen noodles aside, girls who can make a pan of lasagna to feed six and sizzle the boys at the beach in a string bikini are almost extinct. Thick, meaty and chunky can become more than just the lasagna. I'm a college graduate and Betty Crocker and I have been meaning to get together for some time now. Did Jeff deserve a three way with Betty and me? "I've got to get some work done on the website." I wasn't sure if that meant he was a picky eater, or if he just didn't want to spend non-business, non-sexual time with me. After you cook for a guy, you might as well list yourselves as "In a Relationship" with them on Facebook. We said a brief goodbye with an awkward pause where a hug should have been inserted. I thought about kissing him on the cheek but I'm not his grandma and he's made it clear I'm not his girlfriend either. After he peeled away, I was left alone to my own devises in the living room. It felt empty without sloth Kevin on my couch. I felt empty. Maybe Joe moving in was a good idea. Then I'd permanently have a giant refrigerator snooping leach living with me. Maybe I should just get a dog. Too much responsibility, maybe a hamster. I'd gotten so caught up in feeling lonely I didn't notice the mysterious packages piled up on the porch addressed to Mistress Kink, the online name Jeff and Kevin had come up with for my secret identity. Brown paper packages tied up with string would be able to pull me out of my slump. After ten minutes of trying to pry them open with my fingernails, I gave in and came back with a kitchen knife. "Compliments of Naughty Novelties," the typed up note read after scavenging through one million packing peanuts. Hmm. Deeper in the mess lay an assortment of vibrators. My first thought was 'Ooo, free stuff!' My second thought was, 'Damn you Jeff, for giving them my address.' I spread out the following: two silver bullets, a purple, yellow, and fuchsia dildo/vibrator, a perplexing tube of lipstick, oh it's another vibrator, and a palm sized ball with silicone spikes. Oh boy. I don't think my night stand can fit all of this. Perhaps the linen closet? I got a text from Joe reminding me to clear out the second bedroom. Grrr. I had a hot date in two hours and it would be spent priming and primping, stupid head. Right now, I looked like a packing peanut monster. Green little bits sticking out of my hair, to my jeans, and inside the pockets of Jeff's jacket. Shower! Panties, panties, panties. Sifting through thongs and lace undies thirty minutes before seven o'clock could make a girl realize how many dryer eaten lingerie pieces she needs to throw out. Commando? Ah, no. If I got excited I'd probably leak onto whatever chair I was sitting on. I closed my eyes and reached into the mix. I peeked, had a do-over, and pulled out a lace up thong similar to the one lost in Jeff's apartment. Now what to wear? I tried on my entire closet twice, posing in front of the mirror and sticking out my tongue. I chose a yellow summer dress to match my new vibrator. I've got chestnut frizzy hair that was tamed four years ago when I bought a straightening iron and green eyes that popped with this number. I'm naturally slim, but I also work my butt off to stay that way. I run so I can eat the burgers and milkshakes. Make up was easy, breezy, beautiful with knock-em dead smokey eyes. Something wasn't hitting the mark with the dress. Too girl next door? Too desperate? I unzipped and tugged the dress overhead and pulled on jeans and a v-neck, switched to a stretchy black blouse, switched back to the v-neck, put a bra on, took it off, put it back on. First dates are hard. Cody just rolls out of bed and into a party. By the end of the night he has made out with three sluts, fondled five pairs of tits, and has received at least one blowjob. Nolan arrived on time wearing a plaid button up shirt, jeans, and shit-kickers. If you missed it the first time around, Nolan has sandy blond hair cut sort of long, but short in the back. He had a great smile and all of his own teeth; all a girl from southern Illinois could want. He also has warm chocolate eyes that could make my knees knock from fifty feet. He is my boss and also takes center stage in most of my daydreaming fantasies. Dear God, please let me to get laid. Love, Callie. I grinned when I saw him and got my lip caught on my upper teeth. He drove a pick-up truck, they all look the same to me, and told me I looked pretty. Awe, shucks. I may or may not have swooned. I wanted to relish every moment, but also wanted to breathe, walk, and function on a consistent level so he didn't think I would just stare at him for the next two hours and drool. "You've been a godsend, Callie." At this point on our date, we were sampling tapas at one of the hipster restaurants that had taken Thortan by storm. Basically you pay an obscene amount of money for a maximum of three bite appetizers. If I was a dude, I'd never bring a first date here. I would be bankrupt in seconds. My nipples had been on high alert since he arrived at my door step, so when he started talking about my greatness, they perked up to listen. I didn't hear that, say it again. "Seriously, Callie. I don't know where we'd be without you. Penny picks up a lot of slack, too, but you really do go the extra mile." Nolan reached across the table to pet my hand. I mentally ordered it to stay; but it slid back to his side. "Nolan, it's no problem," as long as I get paid for it, "I'm glad to help." "Order whatever you want, Callie. I want you to be able to let your hair down tonight. This is my thanks to you." Wait? What? Was he thanking me for pulling all nighters by buying me fifty dollar cheese sticks? Was this a "Thank you" dinner? This wasn't a date? Just to be clear, "So you're thanking me by letting me order whatever I want?" "Sure, whatever you want. Anything for my wonderful employee of the month!" I didn't want pricey appetizers, I wanted him to. . . shoot me. Just shoot me. Girl boner down. I wanted to leave right then and there. I wanted to stomp out like a two year old and burry my head in the sand like an ostrich. Stupid. I was so stupid. "Such an idiot," I mumbled a decimal over a whisper. Nolan looked up from his plate and smiled as if to say, "What was that, perfect take-for-granted-slave?" This was the moment I could simply explain to him that I liked him. I knew there was a smidgen of a chance he picked up on the hints. Penny said he knew, and Penny was right about eighty percent of the time. Were men really that oblivious? Did I have to reach over and grab his crotch for him to understand that I wanted him? My nerves won out and I mumbled something about how perfect I fit the job. I didn't eat much after that. I was too pissed to be hungry. Thank God for the shipment of vibrators that came today. There was no awkward goodbye when Nolan pulled up to my duplex. There was no goodbye kiss, no goodbye hug, not even a goodbye handshake. I felt like Christmas was canceled. After Nolan dropped me off, after I flopped on the couch and beat up the cushions screaming cuss word, after cuss word, I called Jeff. "I need a pick me up," I said, stifling a sniffle. Did I just cry? This day was going to hell in a hand basket quick. What would it take to bring it back up? Fucking Jeff didn't seem like such a bad idea. Jeff answered with, "I thought you were occupied?" What am I, a Johnny-on-the-spot? He was clearly sitting at home waiting for me to give in. Was he going to make me say it? "My brother is moving in tomorrow. I have one more night by myself before the family feud begins. Are you coming over or not?" I was never great at begging. I discounted this as being a slutty move. Jeff was the last person who I'd been with and I'd been celibate for the past month. It was becoming painfully obvious now that he would probably be the only person I'd ever be with again. "Why should I?" he played. Oh no he didn't. I hung up and ripped off my shirt and bra. Two can play at this game. Let's see how long he lasts. I took a few tasteful erotic shots; smiles, tits, and curves then texted them to him under the subject, 'Because I Said So'. He was probably giving his dick a pep talk right now. Jeff flew over here in his bat mobile ten minutes later. I had put my jersey cotton v-neck back on but left the bra out. Jersey cotton is baby butt soft and is practically translucent when I have hard nipples. It hugs my breasts by conforming to the slightest curve. The second I opened the door, my shirt was torn off lying in shreds in my foyer. Damn it! That makes one thong, a pair of jeans and shirt. Jeff goes through my clothes like a lawn mower. Whatever, I was getting laid. My mouth met his in record speed, pulling, tugging and getting wet. I wanted skin on skin or else I was going to self combust. No words were spoken, just hot and heavy lust. We tumbled into the bedroom, like an Axe commercial. He was tripping over his pants' legs and getting caught on his shoes. I didn't have pants on to begin with so I was a bit more graceful. His hard-on was slipping through the slit of his boxer briefs and my body switched into wanton mode. Dear God, Thank you for working in mysterious ways. Please inform Nolan through an angel or a plague that I no longer need his services, XOXO, Callie It didn't need to be perfect, it just needed to be a great fuck. I deserved this, right? I needed to use Jeff just one more time, then I'll find a suitable boyfriend, right? No, that's not it. I needed someone to take me to the hipster restaurants, not because they're thanking me for extra credit and not because they wanted to get in between my legs. I wanted the whole experience of a proper relationship. Jeff was just a one night stand that kept happening. Oh no, I was fading. I could feel my conscience getting the best of me. It's a creepy crawly feeling, like a spider slinking down your spine. "Jeff," I said bring both heads to full attention. A pair of crisp hazel eyes shot back at mine. Oh, Jesus. I wanted something more and he wasn't it. Why do revelations have to happen at such inopportune times? Temptation was strong with this one, but for once in my life I didn't want to succumb to my hormones. To be honest, if I let this run its course we'd end up knocking boots with images of a messed up future relationship dancing through my head. When Harry met Sally was right, you can't just be friends with the opposite sex. "I just wanted to show you the new toys I got," I said pushing away and praying that we'd make up an excuse for what just happened in the back of our heads, never to be spoken out loud. I just rained on his parade. My parade. I suck, suck, suck! "New toys, huh?" Jeff spoke unlatching his mouth from my neck. It had been there for a good thirty seconds which meant I probably had a good sized hickie. Make-up and ice, make-up and ice, I reminded myself to cool off and not get upset. The last time we'd been together my neck looked like it was crime and he was Scruff McGruff. "Addressed to Mistress Kink, sent to my front porch. Wouldn't know anything about that would you?" A Grinch smile crept up the sides of his face and his heart shrunk two sizes too small. "The viewers wanted some variety. They voted on a toy you should use for the next shoot. The spikey ball won." I started to feel my eye twitch. Best not to ignore these things when dealing with Jeff. It took me approximately one week to create a masturbating website with Jeff Morrison and the Hamburgler, AKA, Kevin Miller. Each day, after I've slept in till 3p.m., the guys come over to watch me go to town on my cooter. The website has yet to make any substantial financial impact on my bank account, but it does make for a fun day job. So far, viewers have requested that I give a guy a hand-job; a task I preformed dutifully on a volunteer from work, Cody. Now they're requesting a change up on the vibrators. Ever heard of a dictatorship? I think I should run one. To this very second I don't know why I decided to start up a masturbating website. Maybe it was the Catholicism shoved down my throat at an early age, or maybe it was the bank account drying up like my mother's chicken. When I started this monstrosity, a month ago, I knew that eventually it would all come to a chaotic flame ball end. Something like the end of Die Hard; explosions optional. But instead I've forgotten that what I do isn't normal. It's my way of life, a raunchy dirty life, but my life. I imagined the future to be perfectly simple. No Asian exchange student, whose only English is reciting the dollar value items on the menu at Muchos Nachos. I could dream big and want a house, a car that doesn't scream college hand-me down and make five course meals that don't include ramen noodles. Along the way to finding myself, I was getting caught up in small scale pornography, but at this point, I was starting to not care. Jeff was still trying to find a hole for his flesh key. I was still trying to find an exit strategy. Jeff maneuvered us onto the bed with a blink of the eye. Seriously, one second I was sneaking out of the back door, the next I was on my back, legs spread wide, making room for Jeff Jr. My breath caught in my throat and I wanted a few more minutes of denial shielding my subconscious from its ideas of dignity and morality. Jeff's body was so tantalizing right now. I wanted to make a few stops in la-la land before going cold-turkey. I wanted to bring myself to one last brink of insanity orgasm that would leave my clit pulsing for an hour afterwards. Gosh, good thing I wasn't addicted to drugs. Quitting casual sex is hard enough. His hands brushed past my ribs, giving me a nice warm shot of liquid excitement. Jeff wasn't hurried tonight, nor would he be, he had me thriving with his little pinkie. I closed my eyes waiting to be swept up in hurricane Jeff, but I was still hearing Jeff breathing, Jeff fumbling around, Jeff not being Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now. For fucksake! Before my filter could stop it, "I don't want to do this." He paused for a split second. In his eyes I saw the ice cream in his cone fall to the ground. Jeff fancied our relationship as care-free casual and strings? What strings? He came from a long line of He-mans. Tough outer shell men who knew two things; how to start fires and how to run away from responsibility. "The pictures you sent tell a different story," Jeff responded trying to keep his own reputation from crumbling. First Cody, now Jeff; if I kept up the pace, I would end up becoming celibate. "I was. . ." an idiot and I'm sorry I led you on, "teasing you." Jeff pulled back, boner deflated and the green horny to his eyes faded. He slid off of my bed not saying a word while following the trail of clothes leading to the front door. I stayed on the bed, mostly naked, with a tint of guilt hanging over my head like a little black rain cloud. When I heard the front door slam, I buried my head under a pillow and waited for sleep to erase everything I just fucked up. Best Laid Plans Ch. 10 Completing the Theft Helen never thought to ask where they were going, but she knew that they weren't headed back to her apartment. A high fence and equally high shrubbery protected the grounds surrounding the house. She sat mouth agape at the size of the house as they parked in front. Ryan pulled her out of the car and hurried her into the foyer. "Take off your dress and leave it on the stairs, they're waiting for us and I want to show you off." She obeyed him, pulling her dress off over her head and tossing it onto the stairs. "Ryan, what is going on?" Helen barely managed to utter her question when she found herself standing in a room full of people. She blushed at the suddenness of her entrance. Ryan was pleased by her reaction, and looked forward to embarrassing her in public to see it again. Helen looked around the room and saw many familiar faces. She was most surprised to see Joshua there, smiling from ear to ear. "You look much better led into a room attached to someone's arm, than being led in on a leash. And such a beautiful blush, it pales in comparison to some of the spankings that I used to give you." He touched her cheek gently this time and turned to Ryan. "You were a worthy adversary in the toy business, but you have bested me in Helen's heart. I had never sought to win it, and that was my mistake, for I have truly lost the gem in my collection." Ryan smiled and shook Joshua's hand. "You are right, old man, that was your mistake. Mine was underestimating just how much she meant to you." Helen blushed even more to hear Ryan speak about her this way. She had never been the topic of a conversation before, at least not one held in her presence. "Now I have her and your company!" Ryan winked at Joshua as he spoke those words. "Better you than Joy Box! At least you won't ruin Holiday's reputation by marketing junk. And Jason won't be able to get past Helen or me to steal your designs." Helen smiled at Joshua's brag. She knew that what he said was the truth; even though she had no future plans to work for Ryan or Joshua. Ryan handed Helen a glass of white wine from a passing tray and lifted his own glass into the air. "I would like to propose a toast," he said loudly gathering the attention of the room. "To the future of Holiday Toys and Dalton Images, may it be a long and profitable partnership." Murmurs of "here, here" swept through the room as everyone sipped to the toast. Helen continued to sip her wine while Joshua and Ryan went on about the fun that they had with Helen. She was surprised that Ryan went to such lengths to draw her into his world. He had wanted her to choose him over Joshua and Jason, to abandon them completely. She stood quietly by Ryan throughout the evening and gracefully acknowledged each guest as they departed. She had forgotten that she wore only garter belt stockings and heels as she warmly embraced his friends before they left. It wasn't until Joshua grabbed her breasts and pulling them upward and together said, "YOU really should get these nipples pierced!" that she became painfully aware of her nudity and blushed a deep shade of pink. Ryan took her breasts in his hand from behind her and responded, "She has to marry me first. I want to do them for her on our wedding night." Helen's blush deepened and spread all over her body. Joshua grinned at her and kissed her smartly on the lips. "I really am going to miss whipping you, but I will survive..." He laughed and then taking his coat, he departed. Ryan spun Helen around and asked, "What do you think of our new house?" Helen's eyes widened as she looked around at the large foyer and the wide carpeted staircase. "This is ours?" she asked incredulously. Ryan drew her close and danced her around the foyer. "Every square inch, my lovely, all ours to explore and make love in." Helen grinned at the thought of spending her life making love to Ryan in every nook and cranny of the huge mansion. "I feel so... like Cinderella. And you are my Prince Charming." She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck. As she kissed him, Ryan waltzed them over to the stairs and slowly lay her down on the plush carpeting. "This is where I want to start," he whispered into her ear as he began to massage her breasts. Helen began to unbutton his shirt and play with his nipples while receiving another deep kiss from Ryan. She smiled when he let loose a soft moan in response to her pinching his tiny nipples. Ryan pulled himself up off her and proceeded to remove his clothes, "Play with your pussy for me," he demanded while he stripped down. Helen complied by wetting her finger and gently rubbing her clit while he carefully disrobed. Ryan bent down over her and moved her finger aside. He placed his mouth over her clit and began to gently lick it, pausing to occasionally suck on it. Helen began to moan loudly, listening to them echo in the stairwell. The echoes seemed to drive Ryan to make her moan more loudly and more often. Ryan suddenly withdrew his tongue from between her legs and began to move it up her body, kissing her pale skin as he climbed slowly up her torso. He paused at her breasts and began to fondle them. He massaged them while he took turns sucking on each nipple. Ryan's hard cock teased her clit while he slowly and deliberately worked each nipple and Helen began to beg, "Please, fuck me now. I want it so badly. I can't stand the wait." "Say you'll marry me,” he answered back. Helen would have said anything at that moment, but she wasn't about to make that promise. "I can't,” she whispered back. "But you do want me, don't you?" he asked as he rubbed his stiff cock harder against her clit. "Yes," she moaned in response, "I really want you." "And you love me, don't you?" he pinched her nipples hard at that moment. "Yes," she whimpered, "I love you deeply." "Then say you'll marry me," he insisted. Helen felt his hard cock pressing against her and her passion hanging on the edge of heaven. She knew that she wanted this moment to be repeated for the rest of her life. She swallowed the fear that had been holding her back and answered him with her heart, "Yes! I will marry you and make you happy for the rest of your life." Ryan thrust his burgeoning cock deep into her sopping hole. Helen moaned loudly as he drove himself deep within her. His rhythmic thrusts drove her closer and closer to the edge until she finally came. Her body's undulations at that moment only served to encourage his cock to pump its hot liquid deep into her cavity. Ryan kissed Helen's face as she slowly relaxed into a state of exhaustion. It had been a long day for both of them. "Let's go to bed," he said as he helped her to her feet and began to herd her up the stairs. He led her to the set of double doors at the end of the hall and into the master bedroom. Helen stared at the large brass bed in the center of the room. Attached to the top of the tall corner posts were large rings and above the bed were two large hooks from which were hung some planters. The bed linens were sea foam green, soothing to the eye and soft to the touch. Helen crawled into the bed and sat on it waiting to see what Ryan had in mind. He crawled into the bed next to her and lay her down on it. "We have the rest of our lives to make use of those hooks!" he said after he kissed her cheek. "Right now, we need to get some sleep." He touched a small band on the bedpost and the lights dimmed out. Helen snuggled up next to Ryan and kissed him goodnight before laying her head on his shoulder and falling asleep. THE END Best Laid Plans Ch. 10 Okay so this is the final one. It has been a pleasure writing about Callie and I know some of you liked her spunk. Thank you to anyone who read her story and thank you especially to Dave. I will continue trying to improve Callie because I think she could make it. Please give feedback, it is always helpful! Chapter 10: Showdown at the Big Bang I woke up naked and undignified. It was starting to become a trend. For the past few months I had been trying to put the Callie Cronin moves on my boss, Nolan. Last night he took me out on what I thought was going to be a romantic candle lit dinner complete with fancy deserts and a three hour make out session. I had even waxed my down-there area to look like that of my favorite porn stars, Vanessa Hudgens. Tapas were served, sangria spilled onto my blouse, and then Nolan admitted that he was just taking me out to celebrate my winning some employee of the month award. Instead of making a fake plaque and posting an ill taken photo of me, he picked me up in a sexy hot red truck, took me out to dinner, and then, like the gentleman that he is, he took me home. I had spent months fantasizing about Nolan in between the sheets. I had imagined his Johnson to be the perfect proportion of length times width plus head size that would equal a screaming fantasmagasm. But no Christmas for Callie. No roast beast in my Whoville. I wasn't the proud head held high Who that went outside to sing praise regardless that Christmas hadn't come. I was the one stomping my feet and pouting waiting for the Grinch to come to his senses and bring my goddamn presents back! So like any rational self preserved modern girl, I sexted photos to my ex. Sexting, is a dangerous endeavor indeed. It creates this premise between two individuals, that individual A will willingly and without much effort have sexual intercourse with individual B. I made believe that there was some magical connection between us. He sprang over here knowing he was getting laid and maybe getting breakfast the next morning. I came to the realization that Jeff was entering my life over and over again not because I wanted him there but because I let him. And when you start rolling out the welcome mat, it's hard to not let people walk all over you. I told him I didn't want to do it anymore. What I left out was an apology for teasing him by withholding entrance to vagina world, the most magical place on earth second only to Disney World. To top off my cherry pie of intolerable cruelties, my brother Joe was moving in today. My mother's attempt at keeping me under her watchful Irish Catholic eagle eye. What she didn't know was that Joe was more of a heathen than I was. Joe single handedly tipped eighty cows in one night by sneezing and I've heard the horror stories of what to expect when dating him. He dumped Hannah Chamberlain because her hips started knocking into things involuntarily. He said it was a sign that she was going to turn into a blimp. He burps, farts, flushes the toilet with the lid up (does he not know about the fecal matter factor) and makes the absolute worst Country Time Pink Lemonade. I felt the bile of self pity rise up and ran to the bathroom. By three o'clock I hadn't heard from either Jeff or Kevin. When four o'clock came around and passed I started getting nervous. I had looked at my phone over a hundred times waiting for a text message or an email. Phone calls were a thing of the past with Jeff and Kevin was voted most likely to die from a slurpie overdose covered in comic books and holding a light saber. I was tempted to go into work early to keep my mind off of the lingering truth that I was dumped. Given that I wasn't technically in a relationship, getting dumped by friends is harder than being dumped by a boyfriend. So begins the turnaround phase of the antagonist. I could make new friends, start a website that didn't involve cooters or hand-jobs, and become the power driven smart and sassy working woman with four inch stilettos and a closet full of Banana Republic. Or I could start going to church, get hooked up with a mama's boy from one of the other large dominate Irish families and pop out a few kids. I choose the former. This meant cleaning out the second bedroom used to stash a broken futon and three totes of college books I couldn't sell back and was too lazy to put on e-bay. Becoming a self-driven power woman would involve finding a direction and sticking to it. Not sitting on my fat ass and waiting for fate to find me. This eventually lead to thinking about Nolan and his hold on my affections. Denial is a strong place. I liked harboring there while working my ass off waiting for some sign that Nolan would at least give me a raise, let alone marry me and whisk me off to France for a honeymoon. Last night only proved that he doesn't want to go with me to France. He doesn't want to date me. He doesn't want me. Realizing hopes and dreams were smothered, I bit back tears while pulling apart the broken plywood of the futon. If you're a woman or have ever been a woman, you know that crying while redecorating is a cleansing process. Women better than myself have torn down tapestries, repainted walls, and erected mausoleums in order to restore order to their lives. I was kicking a POS plywood futon to the curb. Order wasn't exactly restored, but it was a start. Heading into work early meant running into the employees who didn't work your shift. I passed a cute blond who's ass cheeks were perfect hemispheres and I wanted to gag. Of course Nolan didn't want to bang me when he could have his pick of the ex hooter's waitresses who applied here daily. Some of which he hired. At least he bought me fifty dollar mozzarella sticks. The Big Bang was banging already and it was only six p.m. During the summer it's usually quiet for the college bars. A few brave souls out there stay to catch up on flunked classes and to endure the hot-as-balls heat and the next-to-nothing entertainment. Somebody upstairs must really hate me to defy the odds. There are only so many cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon one town can own. Cody was manning the bar so there were about five girls ordering drinks. At the same time. All wearing tube tops and hot pants. Nolan was nowhere or he was stuck in the middle of the giant blob of dishwater heads. Nolan would be considered blond to a three year old and a strapping hunk to the anyone female with hormones. There wasn't time to take creatine and make bulging muscles in his schedule, but he did run and I've heard fairy tales about his six pack. Lean and handsome whoops roid rage any day. Cody is the loveable Goofus to Nolan's Gallant. He could probably tickle the pants off of ten women with all ten fingers while singing the lyrics to every Tim McGraw song; but he's a slacker when it comes to applying anything other than tanning bed lotion. My partner in crime and fellow waitress, Penelope, was dolling out turquoise colored shots that the girls' rugby team downed their gullets then shouted, "ROUGH AND TOUGH WE KICK AND BITE!" Penelope faked a yawn and slipped out of the rugby pile up when she saw me. "Heard you had an interesting night," she said folding the tray under her arm. "It was an employee of the month 'thank you' dinner," was all I could choke out. He thought I was just being nice when I offered to substitute sleep, food, and sanity to help him run two businesses. Penny gave me a weird look; she could smell fear and loss of dignity three miles away. The butterfly in my stomach flapped its little wings and I felt nauseous. Cody winked in my direction as a sorority girl looked over her shoulder and stink eyed me. Another butterfly flap. Nolan, who'd been speaking Spanglish with the kitchen staff, popped out from behind the double doors and waved his hand at me, saying his platonic "Hello." I felt like I needed to vomit. Throwing on an apron and slipping the essential bar tools into it; bottle opener, shot glass, and a vuvuzela for idiots. I whisked myself behind the bar before anyone could make a comment on my sappy demeanor. Cody smiled big like he had something up his pant leg causing him an itch. Penny made some weird hand gesture involving her right hand. It almost looked as if she were auditioning for the Shake-weight infomercial. Hmmm. I ducked behind the counter and hyperventilated for a moment while I thought up an excuse to leave. I'm on my period only works once a month. Family emergency, more suitable now that Joe lives with me, but I promised myself I was going to Pretty-In-Pink this out. Come on Andi. Suck it up and go to prom. "Are you alright?" Nolan's just-wanna-be-friends voice asked behind me. I stood up gripping a bottle of Grey Goose like I was going to smash it against the counter and bar fight him. I nodded and gripped the bottle tighter. "Fine. Just think I might be coming down with something." Set it up, Callie. In ten minutes I'll pretend to have a fever. In twenty minutes I'll excuse myself to go "throw up" in the ladies room; and in a half an hour, I'll be faking Mono to hide my shame. "Ok. Let me know if you need anything." Nolan patted me on the shoulder. I let my mouth do its smiling thing and watched him walk away. Penny slid in to take his place. Jesus, it was like the changing of the guard. "Hey there, fat ho," she said knocking into my ribs with her elbow. My secret life was starting to bite me in the ass. "Hello, white-trash," I countered. Penny is black for one. She is also an IIT graduate. Penny gave me a big smile, not even fazed by my poor attempt at irony, "I had no idea how nasty you were, but girl, it's cool." My spidy senses tingled. Should I play the denial card or admit defeat and move to a different state. Penny shook her head guessing at my obliviousness and snuck closer to whisper in my ear, "There were a few guys in here earlier. They had nudey photos of you on their phone and a video of you jerking off Cody." Oh boy. Suddenly the paranoid feeling I had coming into work started making sense. If I had a dime for every time I thought someone saw my vagina, . . . "I um. . ." denial, denial DENIAL, "Are you sure it was me?" Penny roller skated her eyes over to Cody, "He's been bragging that he's a porn star for the past hour. Obnoxious, but if you think about it, it really is a suitable job for him." I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. Regrets on the other hand are few and far between. I didn't regret choosing Cody as my co-anchor, but I did regret not threatening him within an inch of his life that if he spilled the beans I would chop off his willy wonka. Lorena Bobbit aside, this was serious. Reality came rushing back as shifty glances from the warm bodies in the bar stools turned my way. One. Take a deep breath. Two, figure out a way to kill Cody and hide his body in the freezer. Three, take a Tums because this butterfly feeling might be the three slices of meat lovers greasy pizza I just wolfed down. Four. I rushed past Penny and threw myself up against Cody about as fast as my little Irish body could go. Now Cody is six foot three. He wears a size fourteen shoe. And I'm pretty sure he's made out of a higher quality steel than Superman. Little Japanese girls ask him for his autograph when they see him. My leprechaun ancestry didn't have a chance. If a wee little Irish girl is traveling 8 miles per hour and she runs into a stationary, hunk of meat, Italian Stalion, how long before wee little idiot decides to call it quits? Never! We collided. No. I collided with a wall and probably broke several ribs doing it. Cody caught me and picked me up to throw me over his shoulder. I got out, "You moron. I asked you not to tell anyone about it!" He fired back, "Jeff was the one who sent the photos out and leaked that it was you on the internet." "Firecracker that one!" I heard below, "Fine pair of tits too!" I was grunting and croaking like an old man upset over someone stealing his newspaper. Penny was yelling at him to put me down. There were hoots and hollers for him to take me to the back and finish the job. He started spinning me in circles and the three slices of pizza came back up a little bit in my mouth. Then Nolan showed up. "PUT HER DOWN! NOW!" I was back on the floor. My head was spinning. There were laughs and fingers pointed in my direction. My knight on a white horse had showed up defending my honor and for what? So I could tell him I was had a kinky dark side? I ran to the backroom and hurled in a trashcan. Poor trash can. My knees were jacked up against my ribs. I felt my heart pitch a For Sale sign and head on up to my throat. The cooking staff snickered comments while frying the tatter tots. Not every day you see a girl run away from the big sexy fireman/bartender. Three more deep inhales later and I forgot how to exhale. Nolan shoved passed them, grabbed me by my shoulders and lifted me upwards. Was this a dream? He's touching me, he never touches me. "Callie, are you alright?" Before I could even nod, he was onto the question I dreaded the most. "What was that all about?" Honesty. Tell the truth, "I had a fling with Cody and. . ." It's on the internet so everyone can see it. "He told everyone about it." Close enough. Nolan sighed and prepared to give me the "dad" talk. Oh no, I was going to feel guilty about this later. Stupid God-fearing religious class. "It's not entirely his fault," I stammered. I left Nolan feeling about as confused as I was when I found out girls leak blood every month. I could almost hear his internal "But. . . but,. . .but." A lady never tells, but a testosteronie male with a huge ego spills the beans every time he gets a hand job. Nolan wasn't showing his poker cards yet. I couldn't tell if he was upset or not. I didn't "sleep" with Cody, in the biblical sense, but I'd seen his willy and that's all that counted in Nolan's eyes. "Are you going to be able to suck it up and work?" Nolan turned on his business mode. Last night was the last time I was going to get taken out for a thank-you-dinner. Outside at the bar, back in the seventh circle of hell, Cody was chumming with some co-eds who were feeling his big strong muscles that could pick up weak Irish girls and fling them casually over his shoulder. Penny was at her post, fending off the Japanese school girls. It had almost turned to normal when I heard, "Wanna show me those fine tits you've got under the shirt? They're really pretty in pictures but you can't beat reality!" My head swung around and I saw Jeff past the red-neck idiot asking me to strip. Jeff. Jeff. Jeff. I'm going to murder Jeff! As if my body had forgotten all about what happens when it runs at full speed into a non-moving object, Jeff and I collided, this time I knocked him into a table. My fingers formed a fist before my brain even commanded them to do it. I got in one good punch before I was hauled off of him. "What? Don't like your fifteen minutes of fame?" Jeff asked wiping off some snot from his nose. "You son-of-a-bitch! We shared something private and you published it! Fuck you!" "Private? Private? Oh Callie Cronin, what we shared was anything but private." I kicked and tried to squirm away from the assholes holding me back. I wish I'd thought to rip out his tongue instead of punching him in the jaw. The Bang, on cue, went silent. The music even stopped playing. The tears were welling. Jeff threw me one sly look before announcing, "We have a resident porn star in our midst! Callie Cronin a.k.a. Mistress Kink can be viewed on MKink.com spread wide and displayed for all of your viewing pleasure. And believe me, she is a pleasure." Phones were brought out, internets booted up, my videos downloaded. What would Winnie the Pooh do? I searched around for Nolan. Would he be out in the crowd bearing witness to my demise? He was next to the bar arms crossed, shaking his head slowly back and forth. Our eyes held for a matter of moments before the rush of disappointment streaked across his face. Okay, plan B. There are three facts that needed assertion. One, that I am involved in a website where I take off my clothes and masturbate. Two, that I took off my clothes and photographed myself and sent them to my fuck buddy so that he would come over and fuck me. Three, that I wimped out and didn't fuck said fuck-buddy because I wanted a relationship with solid ground. Now that I'd whistled and Jiminy Cricket came barreling through my love life, it was time to face the music and try not to turn into an ass. "SO WHAT!" I cried out, "I started the website so that I could make some extra money. Life sucks after college. I spent so much money on college and when my student loan bills came calling, I didn't know what to do. I spent five years working my ass off to not get hired by a single company. I didn't even get rejection letters. I'm not a whore. I'm not a slut. I haven't had sex in months." Okay. Maybe didn't need to add that, "I just don't mind showing how a girl gets off! And for those of you without a phone with Internet, i.e. myself, here's what you're missing out on!" I ripped off my apron. I ripped out my ponytail holder. I started to pull off my shirt when Nolan grabbed me and pulled me into the backroom. We toppled into boxes and beer kegs. My shirt was halfway off the top of my head, covering my eyes and tits in perfect touch-me-Nolan position. "What are you thinking!" Nolan screamed, tugging my shirt back down and running a hand through his perfect sandy blonde hair. I wanted to make a sweater out of it. Because now was as good a time as any, "I liked you! I thought you were taking me out on a date last night but you just wanted to thank me?! I was so disappointed I called my ex-boyfriend who has nudey photos of me on his phone. When I couldn't seal the deal, he sent them to everyone. He screwed me over because I didn't want to screw him, and I'll be damned if he thinks he can rub my nose in it!" Nolan crossed his arms and leaned against a wall. He was mentally thumbing through my cliff's notes. Then he asked, "Why?" Why? Why what? I thought I just gave a decent explanation for everything. I ran out of answers. Nolan sighed and rephrased, "Why would you start a website like that?" "I don't know. It started when my friend Kevin saw me. . .what's the guy equivalent, jerking off. He offered me fifty bucks to watch. I let him because it wasn't hurting anyone. Then it got bigger and bigger until we had a website going, I'm making extra dough, paying back my loans on time and my rent." I never thought I'd have to explain myself to anyone, let alone Nolan. I'd given up on the idea of a proper relationship long ago. Having a crush on Nolan was like crushing on Justin Timberlake or Ringo Starr. It wasn't likely to become anything. But him taking me out to dinner to thank me for a job well done was pushing my buttons. "We all make mistakes," he said brushing the palm of his hand my cheek. This wasn't a mistake, I heard little Callie in the back of my head. I didn't make a mistake. I may have had one shitty ex-boyfriend, but I didn't make a mistake creating that website and I didn't make a mistake running it. I wasn't as embarrassed about my dirty laundry as I thought I would be and damn it, I DIDN'T MAKE A MISTAKE! I quit the bar. Nolan was dumbfounded and I felt the pressure of a dozen pink elephants lift off my shoulders. Quitting meant I would not be dragging my sorry lovesick ass over to Drunken Donuts at three am every night I worked. Quitting meant I could have normal sleeping hours and move out of this god-forsaken county. Quitting meant I could grow up, and Joe would be stuck with the apartment. He'd find a lab rat to move in with him and they could both figure out how many slices of pizza and cans of mountain dew it took to screw in a light bulb. Best of all, quitting meant I could start all over. Best Laid Plans Ch. 10 Literally throwing in the towel, I waved goodbye to Penny, flicked the bird to Jeff, and fist bumped Cody on the way out. It wasn't his fault he got sucked into an episode of Jerry Springer. Three hours later I'd made it to my living room couch, war torn but still functioning. Three knocks on my door ruined my post employment haze. I peeked out and saw him. He was alone as far as my peephole could tell. I didn't want to talk. But there he was, with flowers. "I wanted to apologize. I did something I'm not proud of, Callie. I wanted to start over and maybe we could have a go at a real friendship." "Cody?" At ten o'clock at night Cowboy Cody was standing outside of my door. He was holding a bunch of Gerber daisies with a clean shave, sans cowboy hat. He was articulate and mild mannered. Superman had transformed into Clark Kent. I had no idea there was this side of Cody, I kept checking around the corner looking for Machu Pichu and his camera. "Jeff came in and told everyone about what we did about an hour before you got to work. I'm sorry about tossing you on my shoulder and spinning you around like that, Callie. It was fun at first and then I thought about how you were upset. Penny told me about how Nolan reacted when he found out about our, . . .your, . . .the website. I got fired." I hadn't thought about how Cody would be affected. I guess I hadn't really thought that keeping a secret porn identity would cost my job and the jobs of those involved with me. I asked him in, feeling sorry that my ignorance cost him too. We drank pop and watched the Daily Show. I didn't expect him to kiss me. He took my face in his hands, planted his lips on mine, and made shivers run down to areas that I thought had turned into a barren wasteland. Every since I was a little girl, I dreamed about meeting prince charming. When that didn't pan out I ran around with a towel tied around my neck, fighting crime and standing up for justice. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to date Cody. I'm not sure if I want to continue being the star of a porno website. But right now all I want to do is continue living for the next Callie Cronin adventure. Best Laid Plans Pt. 01 On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behind her right ear. "Hand me the sun block. I need more protection." "Here you go," said Sandy, who, if her legs weren't the best feature of her body, her hair was. Both of her parents and grandparents were blond; the combination of genes and exposure to the strong sun had kissed Sandy's hair to almost whiteness. Her blue eyes, white hair and bronze tan twisted heads. "What should we fix the guys for dinner?" " After the game's over, let's get them to toss some steaks on the grill, We'll whip up a salad, and I have plenty of fresh asparagus. I'll do Hollandaise sauce." "No you won't. I've tried to teach you, but it must be continually stirred. You foul it up every time, I'll do it, and I have some fresh corn. What time is it?" "Getting hungry? The game won't be over for a half-hour or so. I agree your Hollandaise is better than mine, but my spaghetti sauce beats yours by ten miles." "Maybe two miles. No, one mile at the most. How come you haven't shared your recipe?" asked Sandy, as she reached behind her for the sunblock. When Sandy turned her head and looked away, Jan stuck out her tongue at Sandy and, with her thumbs in her ears wiggled her fingers. Sweetly, she said, "As for the recipe, we need some mystery in our mundane lives. I'm a little hungry too, but those guys would rather watch football than eat. This sun is so delicious. I'll feast on it." "We're two lucky women. We have it made." "Yeah, but our lives are about as exciting as folding laundry. We shouldn't complain though. Think how many women have to work to keep the bills paid." "That's why we married rich, handsome husbands. But you're right. Our only responsibility is to keep ourselves pampered and trim so we can make a good impression socially." "Rodeo Drive would go broke without us. We're stimulating the economy." "A lot of the new fall line is so risqué. You have to be daring to wear some of those outfits." "They're for show-offs. Prim and proper suits us fine." "Right, I bought some things that I thought were okay, but they aren't. Should have returned them, but I never got around to it." "Hand me the sun screen. I'm going to undo my straps. We have to keep our skin evenly tanned." "What shall we do tomorrow?" "Same ol', same ol', I guess. Hit the shops and maybe have lunch at the club." Inside, Stan Marshall and Bob Carter sat watching the Dolphins play the Forty-Niners. "Touchdown! San Fran's the greatest." "They're good, but not the greatest. The Dolphins will ice it. Trust me." "Sure, sure. And Mickey Mouse will be our next president." "He can't run for a third term." After the extra point, the commercials blared forth, and Stan (the 49'ers backer) glanced out the sliding glass door that separated the family room from the pool deck. "Take a peek at our wives, Bob, they're two foxy gals. Jesus, they've both undone the straps of their suit tops and a lot of their boobs are showing. It's too bad they won't wear bikinis or at least two-piece suit." Bob took another swig of Heineken and twisted his head around to see the two wives propped up on deck lounges just beyond the glass doors. "Holy shit. You're right. It's lucky Sandy has full breasts and great nipples or her top would be in her lap." "Great nipples you say. Well, they wouldn't be nicer than Jan's. Hers stick out like railroad spikes when she's turned on." "Sure, Jan has a dynamite body, but Sandy has her beat in the legs department." "Maybe a bit but Jan's ass is cuter and I'll bet her boobs are nicer than Sandy's. Jan's breasts are as firm and silky as any Playboy's centerfold. " "So are Sandy's but you should see her pussy. Little blonde curls to match her gorgeous hair." "So, big deal. Jan's a true redhead. Everywhere. Overall, my Jan has the best body by far." "You wish." Stan squirmed in his chair and said, "This kind of talk is making me horny. I'm going to grab another beer before the kickoff. Want one?" "Yeah," said Bob, before he drained his Heineken, "and you say Jan's pussy is really red?" "More auburn actually. Prettiest thing you ever saw." "Yeah, but I still bet Sandy's the greatest, all things considered. Her eyes are a darker blue. Her lips are fuller, softer and more sensuous than Jan's. They suck a cock like you wouldn't believe." "She sucks your cock? I figured she'd be too prudish for that. But wait a minute, how can you compare, since you haven't really kissed Jan? Or are you trying to tell me something?" "Hell no. I've never hit on Jan. Especially since Sandy's so gorgeous. But I'll confess to having a few evil little thoughts about Jan." "You asshole," said Stan, as he handed Bob a fresh beer, "but it does prove Jan's the most desirable." "So, you've never letched about Sandy?" Stan grinned and said, "Of course not. Hey look at the kickoff. It's high and short. This ploy could be big trouble. Why would San Fran do that?" A Dolphin up front handled the reception with ease and returned it to the 42-yard line. A few plays later Stan said, "Yeah, I'll confess." "Confess what?" "I've fantasized a couple of times about Sandy. I can see she has a great bod and I have compared it with Jan's." "Look, we've been buddies a long time. I wouldn't be upset if you had a peek at Sandy nude. It's the only way to settle this. Let you eat your heart out. Would you be upset if I spied Jan?" "Hell no. You'll be the one drooling over my Jan." "This is exciting. I'm half-hard just thinking about it. We've both been married almost eight years and it's time we did something fun and basically innocent." "I buy it, but I don't think the girls will go along. Sandy and Jan are both pretty straight-laced. At least Jan is." " Sandy would cut me off for a month, if I even hinted about her stripping down in front of you." "Jan would be pissed too, but hey, we're both successful guys. Solutions to problems are our forte." "We haven't been watching the game. The Dolphins are in field goal range." "Fuck the game. Let's think of a plan." "If I think much more about it, my half-hard will grow up and rip a hole in my jeans." "Cool it and think dispassionately. Hard-ons can come later." "Maybe if we got them both drunk and dared them." "No, not good enough. But you're on the right track. How about booze and pot." "We gave that up after college and Sandy would be mighty suspicious about me suggesting it." "Can you cook?" "Cook what?" "Cookies." "I get your drift and it can't be that tough. They even come in refrigerated rolls at the supermarket, and you just heat them up. But where do we get the pot?" Stan grinned. "I still have a stash. It may have passed its expiration date, but it was panty-dropping stuff a few years ago. I've kept it sealed in one of those zip-up plastic bags. It's worth a try." "Great, but if they get stoned then what. Strip poker?" "Maybe, if we play it right. Both girls are pretty competitive. If we both brag about how great each of our wives bodies are, they might get into the spirit of competing by comparing." "It's possible, but we need to buy the cookies. Let's slip out to the store. This is exciting!" They both checked to see the wives had turned on their tummies and lowered their tops even farther, showing a slight bulge of breasts beneath their folded arms. They sneaked out the front door, hopped in Stan's Mercedes convertible and zoomed down to the super market. They returned in less than 15 minutes with a cold tube of chocolate chip cookies. Like two school kids preparing for their first dates, they meticulously sprinkled pot on most of the small round cookies. They left a few "undoctored" to put on the bottom of the plate where they could sneak them out and not get high themselves. An argument arose as whether to zap the cookies in the microwave or use the oven. The oven won when Bob pointed out the leaves of pot would brown and blend in better if baked. After setting the heat to 350 degrees, they grinned like little imps and returned to the TV. They plopped down in the two grey Lazy-Boys and noted the two-minute warning had begun. The score was tied at 24 each but the Forty-Niners were now in field goal range. Stan gloated. Bob scowled. With twenty seconds left San Fran kicked the winning three points. As if on cue, the two young wives pushed open the sliding glass door and walked into the air-conditioned family room. The girls had covered up with two sheer beach robes and both guys stared through the flimsy material to see bumps of nipples aroused by the coolness of the room. Both men swallowed hard. "How did the game turn out?" asked Sandy. Stan clenched his fist and punched the air. "My boys stuck it to 'em." "Stuck it to whom?" asked Jan. "That's my little football fan. She didn't even know who was playing." Jan stuck out her tongue at Stan, and said, "What's that I smell?" Bob said, "Just a little treat for you beautiful women." They grinned and Sandy said, "How sweet. Miracles do happen. C'mon Jan let's go grab a shower." After they left, Stan said, "We need to fix some dynamite drinks. Something potent but sneaky." "Yeah, vodka and grapefruit plus some cranberry juice will mask the booze. Do you have any grape juice?" "I think there's some in the pantry. Isn't that the concoction we used to call Purple Passion?" "You got it! They taste sorta like grape Popsicles. Let's mix 'em right now and add the ice later so they won't know how potent they are." "How are the cookies coming?" Stan cracked the oven door. "Almost done." Sandy and Jan came back in wearing baggy Bermuda shorts and loose fitting blouses buttoned high at the neck. Bob quickly dropped ice cubes into the girls' drinks, while Stan used a mitten to haul out the pan of cookies. He snuggled the virgin cookies to the bottom of a plate and piled the high-test cookies on top. "Come and get 'em ladies." "Great. Swimming makes me hungry," said Jan. "Me too," chimed in Sandy, "It's hot out there." The girls ate cookies and chugged most of their drinks. The guys sipped their mild drinks and nibbled along on plain cookies. "You gals ears should have been burning," started Stan. "Yeah," Bob continued, "even during the football game we discussed how lucky we were to have such beautiful wives." The girls looked at each other, lifted their chins a trifle and struck a little pose, as if to say "of course." Bob took Sandy's almost empty glass and, as he walked over to the wet bar, he said, "However, both of you could enhance your looks if you weren't so uptight." "First a compliment and then a put down," giggled Sandy. "Well," said Bob, "I told Stan that you two could be drop dead gorgeous if you'd exhibit your assets more. Show a little more skin." "You mean low cut I'll bet," said Sandy, "I know you're a tit man." Bob grinned. He knew the drinks and pot were getting to Sandy for her to say 'tit'. Jan's speech slurred slightly as she said, "So you guys want us to be little sluts?" "Have another cookie," said Stan. "Okay, I seem to have the munchies." "Me too," said Sandy. "Not really slutty," said Bob, "you both have great figures even though I think Sandy's is better." "You're crazy," said Stan. "Sure, Sandy's is fantastic, but my Jan would win the blue ribbon in a contest." "If there were a contest, I'd say Jan's the cutest," mumbled Sandy. "That's sweet, darlin'," said Jan, "but I'd vote a tie." "Listen to this, Bob," said Stan, "Jan bought a couple of subtly sexy cocktail dresses and she won't even wear them." "They didn't seem so dar-r-ing at the store," said Jan with a bit more slur to her voice. "Try one on and let us judge," said Bob. Sandy looked at her husband and widened her eyes. "So you want to see Jan in somethin' sexy. Is that it?" Jan said, "He's a letch, just like Stan," and she began to giggle. "I've got it," said Stan. "Jan models one dress and Sandy the other." "Why not," said Jan. "We're the same size. Let's model for these perverts." "Right on," said Sandy, "and they can vote on who's the sexiest." "What's the prize?" "We'll think of something." When they stood up, both girls weaved a bit. "Wow, those drinks hit home. Empty stomach I guess. Grab some more cookies, Sandy." When the ladies left, both guys gave high fives, and Bob said, "They're hooked. They'll both be vying to win." In the bedroom Jan said, "God, I hope I can find those dresses. I'm feeling woozy." Sandy had trouble unbuttoning her blouse, but finally struggled it off and had to sit down a moment before removing her Bermudas. Jan held up two dresses and said, "Take your pick." "You decide." "Okay, here's the dark blue one. It'll match your eyes better." Sandy stepped into the dress, pulled it up and turned to look in the mirror. "Shit! Oops, pardon the language, but my bra shows up over the bodice. Have a half-bra?" "Yep, it's a 36 C. That's your size isn't it? But I only have one and seldom wear it. I guess now's the time. Try taking your bra off and see how the dress looks." Sandy lowered the dress and unhooked her bra. When it fell Jan puckered and tried to whistle, but couldn't manage one. So she said, "Great tits. Your nipples point out like they're asking to be kissed. God, err, that didn't come out right. Sorry." "No sweat. I'm flattered. But I don't ever go braless." With the dress zipped, Sandy surveyed herself in the mirror. The vee shaped neckline showed a great deal of cleavage and the two front panels weren't joined together so that if she bent over slightly one breast showed all the way to her nipple. It also gapped open if she turned to either side very quickly. "I don't think I should wear this without a bra. Look what happens." "Don't bend over and it'll be all right. The hem's a bit low to show off those neat legs of yours. I'd pin it up if we had the time." Jan's white dress came to her neck in front but was cut out on the sides beneath her arms to show the naked sides of her breasts and the satiny material was thin enough that her nipples were clearly outlined. She dropped the top and put on her half-bra. It looked strange from the rear since the back of the dress was open down to her buttocks and the bra strap was visible. Her panties also showed in the back, above the low cut of the dress. She slipped off her panties. What the heck, she didn't have any bikini panties. She checked in the mirror to make sure the dress material was opaque enough to hide her pubic hair. The light in the room was fairly dim, the sun had set and her eyes were a bit glassy, but the material seemed to hide her well enough. They rouged, powdered, laughed a lot and applied bright red lipstick. Picking out the right high heels took some time and when Sandy leaned way over to try on different ones her boob popped out. Got to be careful about that, she thought. When dressed, Sandy looked so enticing thought Jan. Sexier than she did. "Go on out I'll be right there." Sandy replied, "I want to check out the shoes in your closet again. These heels don't walk right." When Sandy left, Jan unhooked her bra and slipped it off. She's not going to steal the show, by God. The girls hooked arms and made their grand, albeit unsteady, entrance. The guys looked at each other and nodded, let out some low whistles and handed their wives fresh drinks. "Strut for us and walk like runway models, show off what you've got" said Bob. Jan hesitated, but then lifted her head, squared her shoulders back and swayed her hips while walking to the center of the room where she stopped and did a slightly clumsy pirouette. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the white dress and in the brighter lights of the playroom, her triangle of auburn pussy hair hinted its way through the thinness of the material. As she strutted before the men her nipples began to extend and form small tepees. She's really turned on by this, thought Stan, and his cock began to say hello. Stan picked up on the admiring grin Bob had plastered all over his face. He's lusting for my wife. It made him proud, uneasy and thrilled. Sandy began to seethe in her rather foggy mind. That bitch Jan, she thought. No panties and she took off her bra. Those guys are seeing everything she's got. She felt a small trickle of lubrication ooze from her pussy as she stepped back into the hallway, set her drink on the floor and slipped off her own panties. She tossed the panties into the darkness of a spare bedroom. Jan still flaunted her goodies and teased brazenly. Sucking on her finger while slowly slipping it in and out of her mouth. Turning her back to the guys, leaning over and wiggling her ass. She sidled to her husband and pulled up her dress to mid-thigh so she could straddle his legs and do a squirmy lap dance. When Stan looked down, her dress had ridden farther up, and when she squirmed just right he caught glimpses of wispy pubic hair. He turned to see if Bob had the same view. Bob tried to rubberneck himself a peek, but didn't have the angle. Jan had balance problems in disengaging from Stan's lap, and had to lift a leg so high that Bob got a flash of her naked pussy. She recovered awkwardly and then gave a little curtsy, breathing heavily from her performance. With each intake of breath, her pink tepees did their best to poke holes through the thin material of the white dress. Both men clapped and whistled and shouted "Ole! Ole!" Jan looked over her shoulder at Sandy with a tiny sneer as if to say "top that." Sandy took a big swallow of her drink, even though she realized how woozy she already was. She pushed out her chest, handed her glass to her husband and asked Stan to put on some dancin' music. Both men rearranged the bulges in their jeans. Stan chose a bump and grind hard-driving song and the steady beat blared from the stereo. Sandy put her hips in action. She strutted up and down and stood before Stan shaking her shoulders back and forth. From the coolness she felt on her right breast she knew it was exposed but kept her head back and her eyes closed. Let them have a peek or two. This was shameful but fun. She swished over to Hubby. He wanted slut; she'd show him slut. Her mind seemed on vacation from her body. She floated and let herself go, allowing her whole being to intertwine with the beat of the music. She wiggled her way to Bob's chair and pried his legs apart. His jeans had a rock boulder pushing up full and hard at the zipper. Rotating her hips as she leaned forward, she tucked her shoulders closer together to let the top gap and spill him a view of her completely exposed breasts. She knelt and put her face to his crotch and licked back and forth along his hard on, tonguing the rough material of his jeans. She lifted back up and looked openly at Stan's crotch before turning to Jan. Jan's mouth hung open and her face was flushed. Should she give the same ritual to Jan's husband? Her eyes questioned Jan's. Jan gave a slight nod. Sandy slowly boogied over to Stan's chair and bent low to show her breasts. She wanted to give his cock a licking but held back. A touch of reason still lurked in her fuzzy brain. How would she end her performance? Something really daring. A pixie smile crept to her face and she went to the center of the room. The music throbbed steadily and Sandy began a slow turn, increasing to a swiftness that let her skirt begin to climb in the air. She twirled as fast as she could until she was sure the raised skirt left her naked pussy exposed. She slowed her turns to let her skirt begin to fall but dizziness struck her and she lurched forward. Stan was the closest and grabbed her under the arms. His left hand covered her exposed right breast as he gentled her down. Her skirt still rode high enough to see her exposed blonde pussy. Stan slowly dignified the skirt. Best Laid Plans Pt. 01 Sandy said, "Thanks, Stan, I'm pretty woozy, but I think I'm okay." The nipple that Stan had held felt hot. He guided her to the sit on the couch. "What we all need is another drink," said Bob, "and you two ladies were fantastic." Jan said, "I think Sandy won. But now I can't remember what the stakes were. Gimme another cookie, but make my drink a little lighter." "You did a great job, Jan. About the only difference is you didn't show Bob or me your pussy," Stan lied. "You've seen my pussy." "But Bob hasn't seen your cute auburn curls." "Maybe I'll treat him after that drink. I feel all crazy and lightheaded." "Aw, c'mon honey. Fair's fair. Isn't that right, Sandy?" "Why don'tcha show him, Jan. Bob loves pussies." Since she had shown hers, she didn't want Jan to later accuse her of being the more brazen. "Really? Well maybe just a quick peek even though I shouldn't." She shook her head as if to remove cobwebs. "I'm really blasted, but here goes." Jan inched up her skirt but it bound a bit on her hips. "Here, I'll help," said Stan, and he lifted the skirt higher and tugged it far enough for Bob to get a good view. "Wow, it's the best auburn pussy I've ever seen." "Really. Prettier than Sandy's?" asked Stan. "Hers is blonde." Sandy said, "Oh, yeah. Right. I guess. The room's spinnin' around." Allowing him to lift her skirt cinched it, thought Stan, she's in never-never land and so is Sandy. They won't remember much in the morning. He decided to chance it and reached up and unbuttoned Jan's dress at the back of her neck. "Let me help get your dress back down now." As his hands went to Jan's hips, the dress top fell away, presenting her naked breasts to Bob. Bob gave the o.k. sign with his fingers and whispered, "They're magnificent. Great nipples too." Jan became confused with what happened to her dress top and tried to arrange it, but she fumbled in confusion. Sandy's head weaved as Jan's dress fell and she couldn't keep her eyes open, but she continued to sip her drink. Stan said to Jan, "Honey, your dress is all tangled. I'll take care of it. He tugged it down over her full hips and took her high heels off before stripping her naked, except for garter belt and stockings. "What'cha doin'?" asked Jan. "Just getting you comfortable. You were about to tear the dress." "Oh shit. I'm real sleepy. Let me rest for a minute." Stan eased her to the carpet and signaled Bob to hand him the afghan draped over the back of the couch. He covered her and nodded toward Sandy whose eyes had stayed closed with her head lolled to one side. Bob understood what Stan wanted and began exploring Sandy's dress. It buttoned behind her neck and it required Bob to turn Sandy sideways to get to it. She was so far-gone that she offered no resistance. Once the two buttons were undone, the dress slipped off her arms and he could pry it down over her hips and legs. God she was beautiful, he thought. Bob cradled Sandy in his arms to lift her from the couch and placed her on the carpet next to Jan. She mumbled something unintelligible and curled into a little ball. "Jeez, we zonked them good, but what a show they put on," said Stan. "I've never been so horny." "My balls are bursting too, we're lucky they didn't get sick or something." "So now what? Besides getting rid of the cookies and hiding my pot again?" "I'm going to screw my little Sandy silly. She always got hot after smoking some weed. I'll bet she comes back to life with a good dick in her." "So are we going to put it to them right here?" "I think we better before they sober up. Let's get some pillows to prop up their heads and I want to put another under Sandy's rump. I get deeper penetration that way. She loves it." "I'll be right back," said Stan, before heading for the bedroom. Bob lifted the covering from Jan to get another look at her auburn pussy and was still staring when Stan returned. "You like the view?" asked Stan. "How could I not. A pussy like hers is something to behold and her mons is more pronounced than Sandy's. Her slit is longer too." "That doesn't mean she's not tight. She can milk your prick like a farmer does a cow." " Really? You said my prick." "I guess I did, but we never planned on swapping." He then took another look at Sandy's golden pussy with the pink lips and licked his lips; "This is a once in a two lifetimes opportunity. Right time, right place. Everything fell together. Do we dare? It's now or never, but we shouldn't, er, couldn't." Bob sighed and nodded. "Serendipity doesn't strike often, but we mustn't take advantage. I'm going to turn Sandy over on her back while you put the pillows under her head and ass." Sandy protested with sleepy talk but relaxed spread-eagled on the pillows. Jan was then positioned the same way. They both unbuckled and pulled down their jeans along with their shorts. Two massive hard-ons speared the night air. Bob continued to stare intently at Jan's propped up naked pussy while Stan stared at Sandy's. "You're thinking what I'm thinking aren't you." Stan nodded his head. "It'd be playing with fire. Three alarms or more. We might have dual divorces if they find out." "Not necessarily. Not if we're careful. Does Jan use birth control?" "Pops a pill every day. She wants to wait a couple of more years for kids. How about Sandy?" "IUD. Her doctor's on her case about removing it but she loves its convenience." "Well, that covers that, but do we dare play switcheroo." Bob took another long look at Jan's gorgeous pussy and said, "Hell yes and the devil take the hindmost." "What's our fallback position if they discover what's happened." "Simple! We blame it all on them. They got glassy-eyed drunk and came on to us big time! It all started with their dancing and progressed from there. They wanted a taste of new dick. They begged us for it." "That works for me. And they're too far gone to remember if it's true or not. Lights on or off?" "Off is safer, but I must be strange or something. I want to watch you sink that dick of yours up to its hilt in Sandy's sacred little pussy." "I'll just leave that one small night light on. Any hints about Sandy's special turn ons?" "Start by sucking her tits. It drives her wild. What about Jan?" "Go straight to pussy licking. She's a moaner and works her hips like a sewing machine. You know we're a couple of assholes for doing this." "Sure we are, but lucky assholes, and I can't wait any longer" Bob scooted down between Jan's thighs and began to run his tongue back and forth along the sensitive skin on each side of her pubic hair. The hair wasn't coarse, but felt soft to the sides of his tongue. Carefully, he parted her labia and trenched his tongue the length of her pink slit and paused to flick it against the tip of her protruding clitoris. Her hips squirmed slightly and she inhaled deeply. As Bob continued to kiss, suck and nip lightly at her enlarged clit, he lifted his hands to her breasts and caressed her nipples, gently wiggling the tips to full extension. Railroad spikes all right; they extended out a full inch. The dual attack at Jan's pleasure buttons started her engine. Her hips pushed up hard against Bob's tongue and then increased in rhythm to rabbit speed. Her mouth flew open and her eyes squinched together. Her hands came down to grab Bob's hair and force his face deeper into her. Her lubricating juices flowed and Bob felt small spasms begin. They increased in tempo with the movement of her hips. When her orgasm came full flower, she lifted her cute ass completely up from the pillow and squealed like a myna bird, before collapsing again. Bob could feel the little after shocks of tiny spasms before he raised his head from her wetness. Bob sat up and willed his heartbeat to slow down. He'd almost shot his load, but he had only made a dent in the sexual pleasure he expected to enjoy that night, and he didn't want to have to file an accident report. He forced himself to think about the problem with the Ferguson Contract at the office. Anything to forestall ejaculation. He had come so close to coming, but he wanted to save it for when he fucked her. He could hear Sandy moaning but waited a few seconds to calm a bit before turning to look at his wife and Stan. Stan had given her tits some workout. Her nipples glistened with saliva and stuck out farther than he could ever remember seeing them. She wiggled her ass from side to side as if to say come on and stick it in me. And Stan was poised to do just that. He held his long cock in one hand and eased apart her vaginal lips with his other. He must have a good seven inches there, thought Bob. His own cock might be somewhat shorter but was thicker. Bob felt precome trickling down the side of his prick as Stan slipped the bulbous knob of his prick into Sandy's moist crevice. Sandy's fingers clenched as she rotated her hips up to have more of Stan's hardness within her. Stan shoved and Bob watched Stan spear the whole of his dick into Sandy's propped up pelvis. An "Ooh-ooh-oh!" came from Sandy's mouth and her fists beat a tattoo against the carpet. She loved it and Bob got hotter from the pride of having such a delectable wife. Bob felt his imminent orgasm had subsided and turned back to see Jan, spread-eagled and helpless. Her breathing had slowed but her pussy still exuded tiny drops of moisture. Bob positioned himself on his knees and scooted forward to let his cock rub against her inviting slit. With her hips propped up on the pillow it made him think of a virgin princess spread to offer herself to a high priest. He would be that priest and felt he'd earn an honorary Ph.D. degree in theology before the night was over. His left hand trembled as he spread her vaginal lips and inserted his cock head. She was so warm and smooth, tight and silky. Since she was thoroughly lubricated he could slip himself in slowly, even easily as he wanted to savor every millimeter of penetration. He continued the trip until his every inch impaled her. So tight and soft were the walls of her passage that he remained still for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Then out again carefully to rub his cock head across her extended clit. Back and forth he massaged her clit with his penis and her hips began to push her pelvis up to him. It started slowly like the wheels of a train beginning to move an engine from a dead stop. Woo-Woo thought Bob, as they both started to pick up steam. He plunged his cock once more into her vaginal sheath and the wheels of their train ride gathered speed. Chug-chug-chug, faster and faster. Jan's hips picked up the rhythm and scissored faster to match Bob's increasing speed. So soft, so hot so tight thought Bob as he gave over to Jan's sweetness and let those feelings engulf him to the exclusion of any other thought. His pumping slammed over and over again into her willing love sheath and without any special warning his sperm and semen gushed out in strong spurts, and he felt her vaginal muscles contract to squeeze gently around his cock as a flood of her own juices mixed with his secretions. She squealed, before collapsing her legs and hips. Bob's frame lay full upon her, now relaxed and spent. The sound of Stan's testicles slapping against Sandy's bottom and her moans and groans of pleasure brought Bob out of his reverie. He pushed up and away from Jan with reluctance, but he wanted to see Sandy at her moment of orgasm. He turned to see Sandy's head turning from side to side and heard the hiss of, "Yes-yes-yes!" whisper from her lips before more moaning. She was so close now because her hips pushed up from the pillow beneath her and hovered for two or three seconds. Her thighs and long shapely legs began shaking before she let out a sharp cry of ecstasy and collapsed down in a heap. Her breath still came in gasps but began to slow down. Poor Stan was spent. He rolled away gasping but began to recover with a huge, smug grin forming on his mug. "Holy, Jesus, Christ," he muttered between breaths, "that was awesome." "Ditto," Bob said. "Jan was fantastic." "Let's not quibble anymore over who has the greatest wife. We are two lucky, lucky fellas." "Agreed. But will our luck hold come morning?" "It might be afternoon before we know if we'll get by with this. Those gals are in Zonksville." "Do we try to wash them up? And how about the love spots on the carpet?" "Fuck the carpet stains. I'd be happy to re-carpet the whole damn house if we could replay this scene again." "Again? No way, Jose. Even if they don't chop off our balls, I'm afraid this time is the only time." "You're probably right, but let's get some blankets to put over the girls and discuss our options." After the girls were covered, Stan said, "Your idea of them coming on to us is great, but if we want to play a little Russian roulette I think I see a way to make this happen again. Right now, the gals don't know who fucked whom. If we play it that we each screwed our own wives right beside each other, how will they react?" "Embarrassed, but it might save our lives." "Yes, embarrassed, but it will create a barrier in our relationships. It will change everything." "And swapping won't?" "Yeah, of course, but the bridge will have been crossed. They won't be left with the satisfaction that they hadn't committed adultery. They'd still have that shred of decency to sustain them. We'd make real martyrs out of them." "Man you're nuts. You want to play Russian spin 'em with all the chambers loaded." "I'm a lawyer, right? I know human nature. It's my stock and trade." "Sounds more like sock and fade. We'll get clobbered." "No. If they're convinced they were the instigators, and that we poor men were helpless victims to their beauty and charm... really spread it on thick, they will buy it. They think they're shit on a stick. The irony is that they are." "You should join the circus and walk that high wire without a net. Hopping on one foot. Blindfolded." "Trust me on this. It will be like opening a jar of olives. Once you get the first one out, the rest come easily. They will play again." "And you'll handle my divorce pro bono, if your knowledge of human nature only applies to apes?" ================================================================= Chapter Two alma647 Both guys snored lightly from their booze-induced sleep. Sandy rubbed her eyes and snuggled back against the warm body wrapped in the blanket beside her. After a few minutes she opened her eyes fully and tried to get her bearings. Where the hell was she? She recognized Jan's playroom or den or family room or whatever she called it and bits and pieces of the night before crept through her grogginess. She pushed herself up and, God! She realized she was naked. She remembered dancing. Dirty dancing. What had gotten into Jan and her? Maybe she and Bob could slip out before Stan and Jan woke up. She reached back and poked Bob's chest and almost said wake up. But something was wrong. Too much hair there. She sneaked a look at the warm skin behind her and her heart lurched. Stan had been holding her and he was as naked as she was. Suddenly wide-awake, she blushed pinkly and felt ashamed. What had she done? Her thighs were sticky and her pubic hair matted. Fucked! She'd had sex, but with whom? Obviously Stan. How could she have? Jan and Bob would kill her. Bob and Jan? Where were they? Two feet away, on the other side of Stan, two lumps moved under another blanket. That son of a bitch and that slut! She would fix them good! Hold on a minute, babe. Your indignation will boomerang. She was as guilty as they were. Maybe. What the hell had happened? She needed clothes. On the floor across the room in a wad she saw the blue dress. She couldn't be naked when the others woke up. "Hi, Sandy," said Stan groggily, "I just can't do it anymore. I'm sorry but three times, especially after drinking so much, was my limit. I felt terrible when you wanted more early this morning and I couldn't deliver. Forgive me?" "Huh? Uh, sure. Oh shit-t-t." Sandy buried her face in the blanket. "You guys awake?" came Bob's voice. "I hope you're still not mad, Sandy. I know I shouldn't have tried so hard to pull you away from Stan, but I thought you might have second thoughts this morning. After all, I couldn't fight Jan off and at the same time keep you from hitting on Stan." Sandy didn't know whether to cry, throw a tantrum, beg forgiveness or throw up. What she did was jump to the sound of, "Aieeeeeee!" Jan was screaming like cat being spayed without anesthetic. "Come quiet Jan down, Sandy," yelled Bob. Forgetting her nakedness, Sandy jumped up and rushed over to cradle Jan in her arms. She stroked Jan's hair and said, "It's all right, dear. Just relax and calm down. It looks like some weird things happened last night. But it's okay now." Sandy saw sex juices had matted Jan's pussy and her eyes thrust pitchforks at Bob. "Hey, honey. A guy can only say no and fight off a beautiful girl for so long. Especially when his wife is sucking off his best friend." Jan had time to see everyone was naked including herself and her pussy was sore, and she was with Bob not Stan, and Stan was staring at Sandy with lust sparking in his eyes. "Stan!" she shouted. "What did you and Bob do to us last night? You rapists!" "Wait a minute here! You and Sandy did the strip teasing and bared your pussies and your boobs and then you went after Bob's dick and Sandy came after mine. We were drinking too much but still put up a lot of resistance. It's just that both of you are so damned beautiful and were so sexily dressed and then undressed. We couldn't stop ourselves." Jan and Sandy pulled apart and looked at each other. "Is that what happened?" Jan asked Sandy. "I remember us getting dressed up and dancing for the guys and I halfway remember us showing more than we should have, but after that I'm blank." "I remember some of that too, but nothing after the dancing." "I've never seen you two so wild," said Stan, as he stood up with his dick half hard and walked toward the bedroom. "Gotta take a leak." Bob stood, stretched and yawned. "Me too," and followed Stan. Sandy's nipples had been rubbing Jan's arm while talking. Neither had noticed until the guys left. Sandy pulled apart and said, "I'm totally confused. All of us are buck-naked. Whatever happened last night is so out of character for all of us. Well, at least for you and me." "How come I'm not freaked out by being nude in front of you and Bob? Uncomfortable, but not shattered. It's crazy." "I'm too full of conflicting feelings to think, but I want clothes. Let's go the back way to your room and get something on." Jan grabbed her white dress and Sandy picked up the blue one, covering them partially as the guys came back. "It's a bit late for modesty," Stan said, "I'll make some coffee while you gals do whatever." While Sandy and Jan took showers, Bob and Stan whispered in the kitchen almost dancing while making toast and coffee. "By George I think we did it, we did it, we did it," sang Stan to the tune in "My Fair Lady." Bob said, "They're completely confused. I think we've done it, we've done it and get me to the office on ti-i-i-me." "Gosh, it's Monday. What time is it?" "Just 8:30." "I'm going to call in late, but we'd best skedaddle, partner. The more questions the more likely we are to screw things up. Once the sale is made shut up and get out." "Shall we just leave?" "No. Let's try for a kiss good-by. From our own wives of course and tell them not to worry, we forgive them." "You've got balls of steel." "It's the only kind to have, except they clang together and make a racket if you don't wear jockey shorts." After the men left for work, Jan and Sandy sat wrapped in robes, munching toast, sipping orange juice and drinking coffee. "Are you hung over, Sandy?" Best Laid Plans Pt. 01 "Not much, if any. I'm stunned and beginning to feel humiliated by my actions now that the first shock has worn off." "I don't buy that story we were told. It doesn't fit." "We did strip, Jan." "So we did. But my condition last night was more from drugs than booze." "Now that you mention it, it fits, but it's been years since I did drugs. Actually, only pot, and I remember it used to really make me hot." "It affects me more by getting sleepy, but it's one thing to use it intentionally and another if you're fooled." "Fooled how?" "The cookies. When have those guys ever cooked? Opening chip bags is the height of Stan's culinary capability." "Bob's no Julia Child but he could make cookies I guess." "Let's snoop around. First where is that cookie plate? Ah, in the sink fully rinsed. Stan would never clean up. Unless...." "I'll check the trash. Look, some cookies are still here but crumbled up. I'll get some of the pieces. Aha, here's the answer to the cookies. They were the store-bought kind. See the curlicue wrapper?" "Yes, the plot thickens unless you had some in your freezer." "Not me. I'll get the magnifying glass. Those cookie crumbs may have tales to tell." They teased the biggest chunks over the surface of a clean white plate and Sherlock-Holmesed each piece. "Look one side is fuzzy with bits of leaf and the other side is smooth. But wait this piece is smooth on both sides. That's strange." "Not if they cooked a few blanks." "Why would they do that?" Sandy said, "Beats me, but taste the fuzzy piece and see if you can tell if it's pot." "I can't tell, it's too small a piece." "Wait a sec. I know where Stan hides his stuff. It's on the top shelf in his closet. I found it once a long time ago. I can't even remember why I was rummaging around up there. Grab that folding chair and let's explore." Jan found the bag and her eyes got colder than ice cubes down your back. "It's practically empty. Those bastards are as guilty as sin." "Of sin, I'd say." Jan replaced the pot and they went back to the kitchen table. "What do we do now?" "Divorce by murder comes to mind." "Normally, our men are great. And they make oodles of money. I don't believe they've screwed around on us, but I may be wrong." "No. I have a gut feeling they haven't. You heard how they bragged on us and how competitive they are. I'll bet it was a dare or a 'my wife's prettier than your wife' boasting. Who knows, but I do know it's pay back time." "How?" "We could take lovers." "I couldn't do that." "Me neither. But we could pretend. Leave small clues. We could go out together and come home really late with weak excuses. Let a few things slip." "What if they wouldn't believe we were just kidding? They both can be hot heads. If their macho image is crushed they might do something dumb, like file for divorce. I love that no good rotten husband of mine." "Good point. But they told us to show more skin. Maybe we can make them eat those words." "Jan, slow down. You've got a demon gleam in your eyes. What are you thinking?" "Are you feeling well enough to shop?" "Sure. And I'm anxious to spend a lot of Bob's precious money. That asshole. Oops." "Shit, Sandy, forget the nicey-nice facade. We've graduated from the Miss Priss Society and taken a post-grad course in husband swapping, with a dash of slut thrown in. Go get dressed and we'll hit high-fashion heaven." Sandy looked down and blushed. "What's wrong?" "I can't find my panties." Jan giggled and so did Sandy. "I'll lend you some." "No, I need to zip home and get something nice on, since we're going shopping." With that, Sandy peeled off the robe Jan had loaned her, walked naked back to the bedroom, put on her Bermudas and blouse, carried her bra in her hand and went next door to her house. ====================================================== Chapter 3 alma647 They met in the driveway (both dressed conservatively), climbed into Sandy's Lexus and headed to Renee's, the finest lingerie shop in their area. They gathered up sheer bras and panties, bikini panties, thong panties, g-string panties, teddies, peignoir sets, baby dolls and netted, window-paned stockings. The dressing room was small and their nipples brushed and bumped against each other in the changing process, grazing each other like a vendor's stick balloons bobbing and rubbing together on a windy day. After the first few "excuse me" they paid no more attention to skin touching skin. They smoked up their credit cards with purchases and Jan chose a pair of sheer black panties to wear from the shop, while Sandy chose a pair of transparent white panties. Both left their bras off and headed to Michael's Boutique. Michael's carried one type of female apparel. Expensive! A mature sales lady greeted them and asked what they were looking for. "Subtle and not so subtle sex," answered Jan. The shop wasn't busy that Monday morning so they tried on tons of dresses, gowns skirts and blouses. They bought low-cuts, short skirts, mini skirts, filmy almost see-through tops, see-throughs and two outfits nearly identical. The silk jackets came to just below their hips and each had three buttons. Even with all the buttons secured the vee necks were risqué without bras. Lace camisoles complimented the outfits, if the buttons were left undone. Earrings, bracelets and necklaces brought the total into the thousands of dollars. The sales lady excused herself and went into the back of the store to soon return with Michael himself. He fawned over both of them, spreading compliments like jam over toast. He assured them that their purchases were astute and their taste in clothes impeccable. But what about shoes? He led them up three steps to the raised balcony of the shoe section. "We didn't see the shoe department," said Sandy. "Yes, it's kind of lost by being above eye level. A design flaw on my part." Michael was as suave in his dress as in his manner: a pencil mustache, carnation in his lapel, hair tenderly coifed, and a silk handkerchief in his coat pocket to match the silk of his shirt. His hair was flecked with gray and he had an accent that suggested French. After seating them with the assurance he would return with the perfect slippers to complete their ensembles, Jan whispered, "He's probably as queer as a six hundred dollar bill." "Oh, I don't think so, but we could find out." Jan grinned, "Our new panties, huh? Why not, we have to practice somewhere." Sandy was helped first. She still wore her dignified skirt, but as he slipped each shoe on her stocking feet, she lifted her skirt up to better see the shoes. With each new pair her skirt drifted higher until it bunched close to her upper thighs. Jan noticed Sandy's breath quicken. Midway through the boxes he had brought out, Sandy scooted forward in her seat, which made the skirt ride farther up. She leaned over with her boobs barely touching Michael's face to pick up a pair of previously tried on shoes." Let me see these once more." When she leaned back, the back of the chair was farther away and she feigned surprise at the greater distance. "Oh," she said, and jerked to grab hold of the chair arms, letting her legs spread and her pubic mound rise to almost touch Michael's nose. She held the position for a second or two before scooting back to the rear of the chair. "Please excuse me, I misjudged where I was on the chair." Michael's voice quivered slightly. "Perfectly all right. Many people get so engrossed with the shoes that they don't realize they have changed positions." Small beads of perspiration coated his upper lip. Jan saw the outline of his cock twitch in the confines of his pants and she had to turn her face to keep from laughing. She just coughed a little cough and turned back to see a satisfied smirk on Sandy's face. When Jan's turn came, Sandy excused herself, saying she wanted to check out the bathing suits in the store below. About 20 minutes later Jan came down and said, "Michael may be a few minutes. I asked to try on some boots and you know the gyrations you have to go through to get those suckers on. Michael seems to have created a small wet spot near the zipper of those silk pants. Poor Michael. He asked me to send Mrs. Freeley up to gather the shoes we picked out. Found any appropriate swim suits?" "Yeah, but I can't try any on, even over my panties. They sprung a little leak." "Mine too. There must be something going around." "Yeah, two exhibitionist hussies." "I'm exhausted. Just grab a couple of bikinis. Light colors. No liners in the bras or in the crotches if they have them." "How about the thongs." "Not this time. I'm going to the ladies room and dry with some toilet tissue. Here's my American Express card. Get things totaled and I'll be out to sign in a minute." When they returned home and taken their purchases to their respective houses, Sandy put on her new blue bikini threw on her beach robe and went inside Jan's back door. "Yoo-hoo, I'm here." "Just a sec, my bra's not hooking right. It's a front loader, so it should be easy." "Come on out. I'll help." Jan walked out bare from the waist up. Her firm breasts barely jiggling with each step. "I think your boobs are firmer than mine." "What makes you say that?" "You seem to have less bounce to the ounce than I do." "Come over to the mirror at the bar. Strip down and we'll compare." Sandy took off her top and stood beside Jan. "Yours are a little bigger," Jan said. "Not much if any. Let's both turn sideways and check it in the mirror." Jan stood in front of Sandy. "Too tough to tell. Face me. Get close." With nipples lightly touching nipples, they examined each other in the mirror. Jan was a half inch taller than Sandy's five-foot- five, so Sandy's nipples brushed the under side of Jan's. "It feels funny rubbing breasts. Look both of our nipples are starting to grow. My boobs have always been super sensitive. I let boys play inside my panties, but not under my bra unless I was prepared to let them have me," said Sandy. "Just the opposite with me. Mine are sensitive too, but one finger on my clit and I'm a goner." "We'd better quit this or I might have to go home and dig out my old vibrator, if I could find it." "Just one more test," said Jan, as she cupped her hands beneath Sandy's boobs and hefted. She did the same to her own. "I can't tell any difference. You try." Sandy lifted Jan's breasts and then her own. "Both about the same. Let's go over and walk from the door to the mirror. Fairly quickly." Side by side walking briskly, Sandy did exhibit more breast movement. But not much. "You've got me on firmness," said Sandy. "Some guys like a little bounce." "I guess, but can you believe we're checking each other out like we're doing. Before last night, neither of us would have considered it." "That's true. Having shared husbands puts a different perspective on things, but we got screwed in more ways than one." "How so?" "Neither of us knows how good or bad it was." "I assure you Bob knows how to please. You were well serviced." "No better than Stan does, I bet." "God, listen to us. We're nuts. Bragging how much better our husbands are when we haven't the slightest idea how they stack up." "You know what we're talking ourselves into, don't you?" "I guess so. How do you really feel about it?'" "Confused. Something to put on the back burner until they've paid double dues." "I don't want to think about sharing again just yet. Vengeance, thy name is woman, and I want my share!" Jan leaned over and kissed Sandy on the cheek, mashing their breasts together again. "What was that for?" "To seal our bargain. We've become as close as sisters, maybe closer." Sandy's eyes moistened, and she kissed Jan back. Full on the lips this time. "That's how real sisters kiss. Now let's hit the water." "My bra?" "Let's go topless, no one can see us. We'll take 'em along and figure yours out by the pool." "From frumpy old ladies suits and dresses to topless in one day. Have we been liberated or what?" "Either liberated or damned. My mom would say damned." "Mine too, but they're our lives. Let's live them!" "What's the program when the guys come home tonight?" "We confront them with the evidence and make them grovel. Get on their knees and smooch our feet." "Right on. It's pay back time with a great big P." Bob arrived home first, whistling as he walked in the kitchen door. "Honey, I'm home." No answer. He searched the house, mixed himself a stiff scotch and walked across the driveway toward Stan's backyard. Stan's Mercedes whipped into the drive and had to brake hard to stop before hitting Bob. "Howdy honcho," said Stan, "hope you didn't spill your drink." "You drive like rabbits fuck. One of these afternoons I'll have that Mercedes hood ring embedded in my chest." "It'd make a smashing tattoo. You could entice young things to come home with you to see your Mercedes emblem. It oughta work." "Shut up. The wives must be by your pool. Wonder if they've sobered up?" "Remember our plan. Let's be indignant and shocked at their lewd behavior last night. Make 'em grovel." Bob grinned, "They were such wanton sexpots and we deserve an apology. This'll be fun. Grab yourself a drink and I'll meet you at poolside." Bob stopped with a jerk as he walked out on the pool deck. Some of his drink sloshed out, baptizing his fingers with ten-year-old scotch. Holy shit, he thought, never had he seen so much flesh covered by such little cloth. "Hi ladies. I see you've been shopping." Both women kept their eyes steady on the books they were reading. Stan appeared at Bob's elbow and gave as low whistle. "Wow look at them." "Something's gone awry. An Arctic gale is blowing from their direction." "Hmm. I expected a humiliating begging for forgiveness. Something's fucked up." "I told you so. You and your cocksure plan!" "I'll put on my lawyer hat and twist the facts, like I'm trained to do." "Then have at it. My stomach is doing flip-flops." Stan strode over to the girls like Goliath heading for battle. "See you two are reading. I hope it's something for moral improvement." Jan slowly raised her eyes and removed her sunglasses. "You sacks of shit. Both of you should be taken to a Vet to be neutered. Or maybe Sandy and I will save some money and do it while you're sleeping. That Bobbit broad makes a great role model." "WHAT are you talking about?" Stan asked with huge indignation. "You two may know how to make money, but you make lousy criminals," chimed in Sandy, who sat up straight in her lounge chair and shot darts with her eyes. "Criminals?" repeated Bob, with a croak in his voice. "Rape is the operative word here." "What an accusation. Let's review the facts," said Stan. "The facts are," said Sandy, "that you guys drugged us with pot and then raped us when we passed out." "You can't prove that," said Stan in his lawyerly tone. "It's the case of the crumbled cookies. We have the evidence in a baggy and it's well hidden," lied Jan, "and Sandy and I haven't decided whether or not to press charges." Bob downed half his scotch in one gulp and looked up to the sky for divine guidance. Stan's voice softened as he cajoled, "Now ladies, don't be silly. We can work this out, without all this talk about charges and the law." Bob muttered, "Oh my God." Stan shot him a wicked glance, then turned so his back was to the girls and mouthed, "Deny, deny, deny," in a small whisper to Bob. Turning back to the wives, he said, "You are simply upset. Perhaps still a bit hung over? Why don't you get dressed and we'll take you to dinner. You pick the place. The finest isn't good enough for such wonderful people as you two." "Save the bullshit counselor, we've eaten. And find a motel for the night. Be back here at 7:30 tomorrow morning and we'll let you know our final decision on what action we'll take." And with that Sandy and Jan stood and marched past the two husbands whose mouths were agape. "I guess we fucked up," said Stan after they left. "What's this 'we' shit? I told you it was Loony Tunes to go through with it." "You lapped Jan's pussy with a smile matching that of a kid slurping a double-dip ice cream cone." "Yeah, but now all the sweetness is gone and we're in Doo-Doosville." "Let's finish our drinks and go find some goddamn motel." The next morning at precisely 7:30 two unshaven, disheveled hunks of husbands arrived at Jan's kitchen door to greet the wives. "This is it guys," said Jan, while Sandy nodded. "We're going to spare all of us the fuss of bad publicity, MAYBE! You two are on probation and we're going to be the probation officers from hell. Now both of you get cleaned up and get to work. You will have spare bedroom privileges. Keep your checkbooks at the ready along with a pen full of ink. You suggested Sandy and I should change and babies we have. Scoot along now." "Now wait a minute," started Stan. Jan cut in with, "Before you say anything, I'd think you might contact the finest criminal lawyer in your esteemed profession and put him on alert. Our leniency rests on mere whim, and we can reverse course if the slightest breeze from your mouths sets our sails in a different direction." After the guys had left for their respective offices, Sally and Jan giggled like 7th graders. "You really crucified them, especially Stan," said Sandy. "It was Stan's pot that zonked us. Both of them deserve to suffer, but my guy furnished the fuel." "How do we play it from here?" "What say we keep their horny little asses in spare bedrooms for a few days? And we'll take them up on a couple of fancy, expensive dinners." "Shall we dress sexy?" "Maybe, but let's start slowly and think of something daring to pull on them." "Sure, we can work it out, but how about sunning ourselves this morning? I'll bring over a pitcher of bloody mary's when I come back." "Perfect. We need to get tanned where our bikinis don't cover and living a life of leisure is what we deserve. Those bastards!" Close to eleven o'clock, Sandy arrived in Jan's kitchen dressed in her bikini and robe, carrying a beach bag and a large pitcher of "bloodies" that tinkled with ice cubes bumping together. "Grab a glass of joy juice, but I have a problem." As Jan poured, she asked, "You sound so serious. What is it?" "I have a fall out." "As in nuclear? Or personal?" "Definitely personal. Look at this. My little blond pussy hairs are crawling out." Jan looked down to inspect herself. "I can see a few of mine too. Know any good barbers? Preferably handsome ones with soft hands?" "We're talking about a sensitive area here. I made a stab at it and nicked myself." "You should have stabbed it afterwards. Probably got too worked up and excited." "Get thy mind out of the gutter. It's not a laughing matter." "Okay, okay. Let's go hunt for a razor. You can barber me and I can barber you." Sandy looked at her with a question on her face. "I'm not at home messing around with someone else's pussy." "You're not going to be messing around with it, are you? All I want is a shave." "Shut up. You know what I mean." "Don't get touchy, just yet." Sandy shook her head. "Leave it alone. But if you nick me, you have to kiss it and make it well." "Look who's joking now." ============================================== Chapter 4 alma647 In the bathroom Jan plugged in her electric razor. "I use this on my legs. Let's see if it works elsewhere? Strip 'em off baby." "Oh no, I'm no guinea pig. You try it first." Jan stepped out of her bikini and gingerly touched the razor to the side of her pubic hair. Best Laid Plans Pt. 02 Chapter Seven As they entered Sandy and Bob's house, all four of them felt a growing sense of sexual tension. Perhaps the tense voices of the two girls, or the slight tremble of their hands, or a faint almost imperceptible sexual perfume wafting from their womanhood caused the change of atmosphere. Even the darting of their eyes could have been a catalyst. After a few minutes no one spoke. Expectation hung in the air like ozone after a lightning storm and it thickened. Finally Sandy asked Jan in a shaky voice, "Shall I tell them or will you?" "I'll do it, I suppose, since Stan had the leading role." "Role in what?" asked Stan. "The little rape you guys carried out Sunday night. Or has it slipped your mind?" "It's crossed my mind about ten thousand times." "Tonight Sandy and I have something planned. If both of you do exactly what we tell you, you will be forgiven and will earn a reprieve. If you don't agree to our demands, you'll think the fires of hell are an igloo's front yard compared to the grief you'll suffer. Do you agree to our terms?" "Lord, yes," said Bob, "I've been through hell these past few days and don't want it to get worse." "Stan?" "Huh? Yeah, well sure. Any hints to what we're letting ourselves in for?" "We're going to play some little games. One's called Bumps and Grinds. The others come later." Bob and Stan wiggled their eyebrows and grinned knowingly at each other. "Let's get started," said Stan. "We'll play on the rug here in the family room," said Sandy, as she took the game box from a cupboard under the bookshelves. The picture on the box showed a pretty blond sitting with her legs tucked beneath her on a black furry rug, arms crossed in front of her large naked breasts, wearing only sheer black bikini panties. A slightly embarrassed come-hither smile donned her face. She sat on a rug in front of an open fire, with a half full glass of red wine on the floor next to the rug. The game board separated her from a handsome man still fully dressed in a suit and tie. A lighted candle burned in a holder in the middle of the board. The man held a pair of large dice in his hand and a mischievous grin showed on his face. Stan and Bob worked their hands together as if they were trying to make a lather with soap and water. Jan smiled and said, "Don't get too frisky yet. Remember it's by our rules and we need some booze, ice and glasses." The men choose a 1.75 liter of J&B scotch. The gals opted for a bottle of chilled Chablis. A large bucket of ice cubes, a small pitcher of water, tall glasses for the men and wineglasses for the women were placed strategically beside the board. Both wives hiked up their skirts to panty edge and sat across from each other. The men sat between them and mixed their drinks. Rather than using a candle for light as the game suggested, they kept two small table lamps lit to see the board and read the penalty cards. "Pick out your plastic player marker. Green, red, yellow or orange," said Sandy. Bob chose red and that color started the game. He rolled an eight and landed on a space that said "sip card". He picked a card from the top of that stack and it required him to go forward five squares and take five sips of his scotch, which he did. Jan rolled next and landed on a strip square. Her card said player of your choice must strip one article of clothing. She nodded to Bob. Gone was his coat. Stan's roll produced a card requiring all to strip one article. The girls folded their jackets neatly behind them and pushed out their boobs for the men to admire. Along the way, Sandy drew a card which said do a no-no. She leaned across the board and kissed Jan full on the lips and gave Jan's left nipple a small tweak. The men squinted their eyes and exchanged looks of total confusion. Between the sipping and stripping Sandy drew a card telling her to remove an article of clothing from any player without using her hands. She gazed slowly at each player before choosing Stan's pants. He stood up and Sandy walked around to him and got on her knees. She mouthed around his belly button and bit the cloth over the area where his cock had now grown. Stan cheated by helping to unhook the catch at the top of his fly, but Sandy got the zipper down by grabbing one side of his pants between her teeth and pulling hard. Gravity did the rest and Stan's pants slid down to bunch around his feet. His cockhead poked out the fly of his boxers. Sandy's lips were but a few inches away and she opened her mouth and laved him with her tongue for a few seconds before giving his glans a little love bite. "Don't stop," said Stan. Sandy looked at Jan. Jan shook her head, so Sandy returned to her place at the board. Sandy sneaked a peek at Bob. His eyes were bleary and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Sandy smiled at winked at Jan. The Scotch bottle showed its wounds. Bled half dry and losing more of itself with each round. The wine bottle looked sad with so little of its essence left. Jan drew a penalty card saying she must tell a joke. "Did everyone hear that Clinton has decided to use his marijuana defense concerning Monica?" All shook their heads. "He's saying she did put it in her mouth, but didn't swallow, so it doesn't count." "I'd buy that defense," said Stan, with a tipsy leer. "You would! So what if I don't like to swallow?" retorted Jan. "You ought to try it," said Sandy, with a giggle. "It can be finger-licking good." "Gross," said Jan. Within the half-hour Jan wore only her perfume, Sandy had only panties, see-through things that they were. Bob had a smile on his face and Stan still wore one sock. At her next turn, Jan drew a card telling her to sit on someone's lap for one round. She chose Bob and teased him terribly by wrapping a hand around his cock and then jerking her hand away. After two or three times of that he begged her to jerk it up and down a few times before taking her hand away. No luck. The four of them had gotten awfully loose. And when Jan announced it was the final round, Sandy drew a card asking her to guess the measurements of any player. With her index and middle fingers of each hand, she wrapped the four fingers around the base of Stan's penis and then took the bottom two fingers and shifted them above the other two. Continuing this, her fingers climbed up his pole like sand lot baseball players use a bat to determine who's first up. "He's exactly five double fingers long," announce d Sandy. Jan arched an eyebrow. Sandy added, "So I cheated a smidgen and gave him extra credit for thickness." When Jan announced that the game was finished, Bob inserted his hand between her partially opened thighs and began to tickle her pubic hairs. Stan brought Sandy's hand to his cock. Jan lifted Bob's hand away and stood up. Sandy also stood. The forlorn dopey looks on the half-drunk men, almost made Jan relent, but too much time and planning had gone into the next phase. Stan started to get up, but Jan placed a restraining hand on his shoulder and said, "Keep your seats, boys, the games aren't over. That was just a warm up. Remember how we make the rules?" "I'm more than warmed-up," slurred Bob, "Send me in coach, I'm ready to score." "There'll be plenty of time for that," said Sandy. The guys nodded their heads in anticipation. Jan continued, "Sunday night, you two doped and boozed us up to where we didn't know what was done to us or by whom. Tonight the roles are going to be reversed. Get the props, Sandy." Sandy returned from the hall closet with a box. Jan reached in and lifted out the two silk scarves and a small box. "These are to blindfold you and these ear plugs will muffle our voices so you won't know what comments we are making." "Or moans and screams and such," chimed in Sandy. "And these cute little hankies will serve as gags." Jan showed them the shower caps. "We're wearing these so our hair won't give us away. You fellows are going to be almost as much in the dark as we were on Sunday." "Not fair. It's blatant cruelty. I'm surprised you haven't included whips and handcuffs," said Stan. Sandy and Jan exchanged glances and their eyes lit up. Bob pointed his finger at Stan and shook his head, as if to say you dum-dum. "Two more rules," said Sandy, "your hands and feet will be tied to the bedposts. And if it's okay with Jan, I say we can remove the gags for awhile in case we want some tongue action." "Of course," replied Jan, "why didn't I think of that?" Sandy brought rope from a kitchen drawer and the girls led the guys upstairs to a guest bedroom with twin beds. After the men were tied and blindfolded, Stan said, "I hope the house doesn't catch on fire with us trussed up like this." "It may get hot as fire in a few minutes and you'll get brownie points if our pussies smoke, but we won't let you burn down until all our are fires out. That's a promise." Once ears and mouths were plugged, the gals douched in the bathroom and applied the Opium perfume as starters. They decided against using the shower caps, since tied hands couldn't identify their hair "Should we start with our own husbands or swap?" asked Sandy. "Swap!" Sandy straddled Stan's right leg and moved the tips of her breasts up and down Stan's hairy chest. "Oooh," she moaned, before leaning down to kiss and love-bite his nipples. She licked and flicked her tongue beneath his chin. His head began to slowly move from side to side and Sandy felt his cock twitch against her stomach. Stan breathed heavily through his nose as Sandy butterfly kissed his lips, which were puffed up and ovaled by the white handkerchief. She grabbed a fold with her teeth and yanked out the gag. Stan took two huge breaths, and before he could speak, Sandy covered his mouth with her own. Tongues entwined and Sandy began undulating her hips against Stan's leg. Stan shoved and pushed his leg against her pussy trying to coax it over to his cock. Sandy stayed put and sucked Stan's lower lip into her mouth to wiggle her tongue back and forth across it. When Sandy broke the kiss, she balled up the hankie and waited for Stan to open his mouth to say something. She stuffed his mouth full at the first opportunity, and listened to his, "Mmmph-mmmph-mmmph," before trailing her tongue down to his belly button. She fucked it with her tongue. He squirmed and made more muffled noises. Ticklish or a turn on? Sandy continued south and blew hot breath on the head of his dick. She felt the moisture from her vagina streak across Stan's leg as she shifted position. She gently cupped his testicles and carefully sucked on each of his balls trying to get them in her mouth, but they had lifted so high in his scrotal sack that she couldn't quite manage it. The dim light sneaking in from the hall reflected drops of pre-come just inches away. She lifted and with the quick flick of a snake or a frog, tongued it away. "M-m-m-m. M-m-m-m." came from Stan. After a short swallow, Sandy took the head of his cock between her lips and let her head go down inch by agonizing inch until it touched the base of her throat. She wished Stan would quit wiggling. She sucked hard on his cock as she lifted her head back and it caused a popping sound on breaking free. Stan kicked his feet up and down as far as the short slack of the ropes allowed. She enjoyed this bondage bit. She knew she drove him nuts but concern that he might come too soon kept her from sucking him any more. Now she would get her jollies. But she heard a loud moan and a scream of ecstasy from the adjacent bed. Across the way, Jan had taken the more direct approach. For starters, she placed her knees in Bob's armpits, yanked out the gag and shoved her pussy against his open mouth. Like an obedient puppy dog he lapped contentedly, making long smooth strokes with his tongue. After a dozen or so of those, Jan grabbed his hair and held his head in place when his tongue found her clit. Bob must have known the train had stopped at the station, because he curled his tongue around and around with a nip here and a nip there and finally a tiny bite on the small protrusion he had captured. Jan's eyebrows almost hit her hairline. The muscles of her vaginal walls spasmed and relaxed then contracted and fibrillated in wave upon wave. The orgasm blindsided her. Normally she felt it build. Normally she never completely lost control. Normally she might moan some and squeal a few times. This wasn't the time for normal. She screamed like a diving Stuka bomber at the highest speed of its dive. She released the dam of her juices much as bombs streak to their target. She exploded like a 1000 tons of TNT. Even with earplugs, Stan lifted his head and searched with blind eyes as the sound waves broke through the barrier of his earplugs. Poor Bob twisted his head about too. More from the fear of drowning than the shrillness he thought came from a far away steam locomotive's whistle. Jan collapsed backwards into the space between Bob's legs and lost consciousness for a moment. Sandy came to her and lifted her head. "You okay, Jan?" she whispered. "Holy shit, blessed mother of good, I just flew over the cuckoo's nest," croaked Jan, as she struggled to control her panting. "Died and gone to the devil's den. Great place! Whew. Bob took me on quite a ride. I still feel roller coasters traveling up and down inside my pussy or it could be bumper cars having fender benders." "I'm jealous. I get off with Bob big time, but I've never suffered the 'little death' before." "Little death?" "You know, passing out for a moment." "I didn't know, but I'm ready to have another shot at it, if I stop short of needing an undertaker." "Or blindness." "What? Is it bad for your eyes?" "No. Remember the guys' jerk-off-joke about just doing it till they need glasses?' "Oh, Yeah. How's it going with you and Stan." "Beautifully, until you blew the roof off the house. I'll have to check our homeowner's policy to see if it covers orgasms. If you do it again, you'll be famous. I can see the disclaimers now. Orgasm coverage included unless caused by Hurricane Jan." "I wish I smoked. It'd be a great time for a cigarette break." "Speak for yourself. My nipples are still hard. Speaking of hard, there are a couple of tent poles hanging around looking for a circus. Not hanging actually." Jan glanced at the two stiff cocks. "My clit's so sore, so delectably sore, I'm not sure it will take more attention." Sandy said, "You can't leave Bob up in the air like that. Literally! You better warn your tonsils that a truck's headed their way. A dump truck, if you'll ever learn to swallow." "You don't mind slurping it down?" "Nah, it's nutritious. A protein supplement. Non-fattening unless you're trying to get pregnant. But enough of this, I'm late for a date with a friendly little fellow who's not little at all." Sandy crossed back over to Stan. Someone may have died, she thought, his flag's at half-mast. Again she took him in her mouth, and waved her magic wand that doubled as a tongue. When Stan's soldier stood at attention once more. She saluted it by rubbing one of her nipples up and down its length, and crawled higher on top of him than before. She slipped out the gag and put a breast to his lips. He kissed around her nipple and licked across it. Slowly he began to suck. Sandy began to squirm. She broke contact and positioned herself between his spread legs so his prong could nestle in her pubic hair for a moment before she moved back up to offer her other breast to his mouth. It felt s-o-o-o wonderful to have a strange man work on her nipples and she tried to push more of her breast into his mouth. It was probably wicked to be doing this with another man. Did it add more to her enjoyment? She thought it did. Her pussy was wet and ready and she cursed at having to pull away from his mouth to slide herself down to his cock. Maybe tying his hands wasn't so smart, since he couldn't bend his back and keep titty contact. She felt his cock head at her lower entrance and used her hand to guide him in. He felt so warm and big and she controlled the deepness and speed of penetration. That was a plus: to have her own love stick to please her any way she decided. She pulled off him and rubbed the head of his peter back and forth across her clit. Round and round it goes. She pinched her nipple with her free hand. Waves of pleasure rippled through her nervous system. Synapse fondled synapse. She again inserted him into her and sat up straight, beginning to bounce up and down. She toyed with her nipples and squeezed them harder as she increased the speed of pumping on his cock. Her head fell back as she rode the wild horse and the heat and pulsating she felt as he came and came pushed her into an orbit past earth's gravity. She floated in cyberspace with a hard dick sharing her space capsule. When the penis within her began its descent to softness, she fluttered back into reality like a lazy snowflake on a dark night. Different, she thought, it was a wonderfully smooth and satisfying trip. She lifted away from Stan and gave the mushroom head of his penis a nice smooch. The smell of her douche was delightful and added to the taste of Stan's come. Sandy lay down beside Stan with her head on his furry chest and her right leg draped over his right leg so she could watch Jan perform. Jan's head bobbed up and down giving a classic blowjob. Maybe she could learn something from her, but doubted it. What was that cup and saucer doing on the nightstand? Sandy watched as Jan broke away and took a small sip from the cup without swallowing. Back she went to her task and as Bob's dick disappeared into her mouth a tiny dribble of liquid spilled out of Jan's mouth and trickled into Bob's pubic hair. Bob clenched his right hand into a fist (she couldn't see his left hand) and fought with the rope that held his arm. His head twisted from side to side. Better be careful, Jan. Old Faithful's about to remain faithful and blow right on schedule. And there she blows, thought Sandy, as Bob's pelvis raised up and fucked Jan's mouth. She's a trooper, her mouth still clamped tight. She's swallowing! Oh my god! Stay with it Jan. Suck that cock dry. Atta girl! Join the GGG, the Good Gulping Girls. Beautiful! A classy bit of work there. She's earned her Kleenex. The highest GGG award. You wear it in your breast pocket to show it can stay there. You don't need those anymore. As Bob's manhood withered, Jan lapped it clean, looked over at Sandy and gave a thumbs up. Sandy gave an okay with her thumb and forefinger. Both went out into the hall and down to the bathroom. "What a night," said Jan, "I had a mind blasting orgasm, swallowed my first come, and feel my pussy is getting its walking legs back. I think it wants to stroll over to Stan's bed and give him a good fuck." "Great blow job, Jan. What was in that cup?" "Hot tea. I ran down to your kitchen, spooned a scoop of tea in a cup of water, popped it in the microwave and rushed back up. You were too involved to notice my absence. I like cream in my tea, so when Bob creamed me I told myself it was just like I liked it and it worked." "So what's next? Do we untie them?" "Nah, I'm ready for more action, but let's take the gags out. Only breathing through the nose when you're excited must be uncomfortable. Serves them right, of course, but we've made our point." "Let's douche again and switch perfumes. We'll bet them they can't tell who did what to them." "And if they guess right?" "Lie, lie, lie." "What should the bet be?" "Hmm.I know: the Animal Rights Group would pitch a hissy, but there's a mink jacket to die for in the window at Ivan's Furriers." "Why not go full-length. Jackets are only half a sin." "Well said." Back in the room, the gals removed the gags and when the guys started to speak, the girls cupped their hands over the guy's mouths. They got the message. Best Laid Plans Pt. 03 Chapter 12 Jan and Sandy narrowed the party list to Carol, the flirt, and her husband Tom, Jeannie (Big Boobs) and Frank. "That makes five couples," said Sandy, "with Carol flirting, and Jeannie's tits hanging out, it should give Nancy and Bill something to think about." "We'll wear our relatively modest bikinis and keep our husbands out of their Speedos this time." "Aw, I'd like Nancy to spy Stan and Bob's goodies. Perk up her pussy." "Too soon. She's a small-town girl and needs to be gently led into the wicked ways of the city." "I guess." "We'll try to get a few drinks down her pretty throat and loosen her up a bit. Stick with some off color jokes and let her know what's cool around these parts." "And play it by ear as to how fast we travel. I hope she's a quick learner." "We knew it wasn't going to be easy." Nancy began her shopping early Thursday morning and found tiny bathing suits were as expensive as her cover-all. After hitting four stores, she chose a modest green two-piece. The sales lady assured her it would be a striking contrast to her luxurious black hair and blue-green eyes, but still a bit conservative for her youthful body. Back in her apartment complex, she wet the top and tried it on to make sure her nipples didn't show. The bumps were there, but no outline of her aureoles. A little risqué, she thought, but less so than what Jan and Sandy had on at the club. The bottom presented a small problem. Although not high cut across her groin, a few wispy pubic hairs wanted to peep out. She shaved herself, but never having attempted it before, her triangle didn't even out on each side and she ended up with a small Mohawk strip. She hoped Bill wouldn't mind. He loved to nuzzle her there. One more problem: her midriff was as white as an eggshell. They lived on the second level of a three-story apartment complex. The buildings were positioned in a U shape with a nice pool in the middle. She felt uncomfortable about going down there. Most of the tenants were older and only the few teenage girls in the buildings wore skimpy suits, and they were in school. A small balcony protruded from each apartment and she had a couple of hours of sun left before the adjacent building shaded the area. Grabbing a towel and her sun tan lotion, she opened the sliding glass door and positioned herself on the chaise lounge. Feeling secluded, she untied her bra strap and lowered the top from her generous breasts until it reached the upper part of her nipples. She applied enough # 8 sun block to make her glisten like an ear of buttered corn, put on her sunglasses, stretched out, and worried some about the upcoming party. What if she didn't cut it? Sandy's and Jan's friends were wealthy and socially top-drawer. It meant so much to Bill to cultivate friends that had money to invest. When in Rome, she thought, adapt or drown. After 45 minutes, she applied oil to the small of her back and toasted her backside. With a half-hour of sun left, she turned over again. In the process her bra slipped down from her right breast and after she lifted it back into place, she cocked her sunglasses to the tip of her petite nose and searched hurriedly about with her eyes to be certain no one had seen. But the shadow of a man’s head pulled back from a third floor window across the way. Damn, he may have gotten an eyeful! She kept a lookout toward that window until the afternoon shade crept across her balcony. Back inside, she watched that apartment by peeking around the edge of her curtains. Eventually, the figure of a man walked out on his balcony to look down at the pool area. Young and lean, he stood with his chest bared. She made out the sharp delineation of his well-developed pectoral and abdominal muscles. About her age she decided. Why wasn't he at work? How embarrassing if he'd seen her, but at least he wasn't some dirty old man. That night she modeled her bathing suit for Bill. He smiled and gave it the thumbs up. She didn't mention the neighbor who spied her. Maybe he hadn't seen her. Bill approved of her haircut. In fact, he took her handiwork for a long test run and blew her to the stars. She wondered what the results might be if she shaved it all off. But she decided it couldn't get any better than she'd had. On Friday and Saturday she sunned herself some more. She watched surreptitiously through her sunglasses to see if that man reappeared. She could glimpse his silhouette walking by the window a few times, and he did stop to look her way at intervals, but didn't go out on his balcony. She was careful to keep her boobs in her top. On the day of the party, Nancy wore white shorts, sandals and a blue blouse. It was thin enough to see the outline of her brassiere, but she always bought ones with enough lining to mask her nipples. Bill wore black Bermudas and a white cotton sports shirt. His chest muscles displayed the upper body strength he had achieved while on the wrestling team at Fresno. At six feet, next to Nancy's petite 5' 3", they looked slightly "Mutt and Jeffish". Nancy brought a beach bag to hold their towels and swimsuits. At twenty till 3 o'clock they parked their dated Toyota Corolla on the street beside the driveways of Stan and Bob. "What great houses," said Bill, "I wonder if we'll ever be able to afford something like this?" As they walked up the drive, Nancy said, "They've had a head start. I asked around, and Stan is thirty-two. Bob's thirty-one." "And their wives?" "Among women, that's a closer guarded secret than missile launch codes, but I guess they're pushing thirty. And sophisticated as Jackie 'O', except in the language department. They sometimes use naughty words." "I'll bet it's just with women." "It'll be interesting to see. It doesn't bother me. It's better than posing as saints and making you feel like they’re surrogate nuns. Like Joyce Hadley, for instance. I think she'd faint if someone said 'shit.'" "She's my bosses' wife." "I'll bet she has cobwebs in her vagina." "Who knows or cares? If I produce, they'll shower us with praise." "To heck with praise. Show us the green." "We're here. Do we knock on the front door or go around back?" "Knock, I think. We're not that close. Yet!" When they pressed the button of the doorbell they heard chimes peal softly in the depths of the house. Nancy felt a tingle of nervousness. Bill did a double take when Jan opened the door. She wore an opened beach robe with a red bikini underneath, which showed wide expanses of silky smooth skin. "Hi guys! You must be Bill. I've seen you around the club, but I didn't realize you were Nancy's husband. Come on in. You're the first ones here and I'm glad." Jan stood aside as they passed and then leaned forward as Bill followed Nancy. His upper left forearm swept across Jan's breasts. "Oops," she said, "I ought to at least let you inside, before closing the door." Her statement was so offhanded and relaxed, that Bill thought nothing of it, but the twinge in his Bermudas did. "What a lovely home," said Nancy. "It's a dream house." "We're big on dreaming around here." Jan introduced Nancy to the guys, and Bill to Sandy. Stan and Bob's faces looked like kids eyeing Christmas packages. Jan decided if they started to drool she'd dock each of them a blowjob. "How about some refreshments for you two?" Stan asked. "I understand you enjoy a Tom Collins, Nancy. What's your poison, Bill?" Nancy looked at Bill to see if he approved. He nodded, and she said, "A Tom Collins is fine." "Beer would be nice," said Bill. "Michelob, Heineken, Lowenbrau? And we have some British imports." "A Mick's fine." "Bill," Bob said, "I hate to bring up business, since you've just arrived, but there may be too much confusion later. Do you mind if we talk?" Mind? Thought Bill, I'd kill for just twenty minutes. "Sure. No problem. I'll keep it brief." "No need. We're quite interested. Should we use your study, Stan?" Bob and Stan sat on the leather couch, while Bill sat across from them in the matching leather swivel chair. "I have no idea of your investment needs or goals," said Bill. "I'll have to know particulars. Everything's confidential of course, and if you'd be more comfortable speaking one on one, we can do that." "No problem there," said Stan, "Bob and I share everything with each other. Two heads better than one kinda thing. I'll start. We both have 401Ks for our employees and we personally own almost identical stocks and bonds. Sometimes we squabble over what to buy or sell, but overall we've kicked ass." "You may not need much advice. Sounds like you're quite astute." Inside himself, Bill's heart groaned. "We're scared at the moment. This market's climbed a lot of stairs and ought to be out of breath." "Or breadth," said Bob. They all chuckled, before Bob continued, "We want to hedge our positions or some of them. Our present broker has suggested using Standard and Poor futures, but they have expiration dates. How far out in time should we position the options?" "There are better vehicles than straight options. Are you familiar with the Spyders and Diamonds on the Amex?" "Only the crawly and sparkling kinds," said Bob. "Let me explain." Forty-five minutes later, the three emerged. Bill tried to mentally tabulate the commissions he would earn, as Bob whispered to Stan, "This guy knows his business and if we botch up the swap scene, we might lose him. Should we call it off?" Both caught a glimpse of Nancy in her bathing suit outside by the pool. In unison, they said, "Nah-h-h." Jeannie Big Boobs wore a top that allowed most of her tits to spill out. She held her shoulders back in permanent advertisement. The men gathered around were sold and ready to buy. After her initial surprise, Nancy accepted her gaudy display and decided Jeannie was all show. Actually, she seemed to be a down to earth person with no subtle flirtation, or any hint of coming on personally to the men. Frank, her husband, attended to her every whim and adored her with his eyes. Nancy was a bit in awe of the bikinis Jan and Sandy wore. Their nipples said, "I'm glad to meet you," every time they got their suits wet. Not everything showed but it took little imagination to make out the size and shape of their entire aureoles. The swell at their crotches showed small hillocks and tiny valleys in between. She glanced down at her own suit and noticed her mons was prominently displayed but her crease couldn't be seen. Sandy and Jan paid Bill a lot of attention. A small touch here and a little rub there. It all seemed to be in fun and Nancy put it down to their natural outgoing personalities. Carol flirted constantly but was eclectic about it. Every man got his dose of attention. Some of her remarks touched on being crude and her double entendres became more blatant with each cocktail she consumed. The other wives accepted her with nonchalance, so Nancy thought why shouldn't she? Stan and Bob sat on each side of Nancy at the pool's edge, all their feet dangling in the water. She felt intimidated by the two handsome executives and tried to shake off her anxiety, because they represented a strong and powerful influence on Bill's and her future. "We were quite taken with Bill's knowledge and grasp of our financial situations, and his helpful suggestions," said Stan. "Bill studies hours upon hours to learn about all aspects of investing and financial planning." "Not to the extreme of neglecting you, I hope," said Bob. "A young beautiful girl like you should receive lots of attention." "Oh, no. He saves time for us to be together. Every night he knocks off in time for us to communicate." "Nothing like verbal intercourse to keep people in touch," Bob said. "Did you say 'verbal'?" asked Stan, with a chuckle. "Keep it clean, Stan," said Bob. "We've just met Nancy. She's young and innocent, so we mustn't corrupt her." Nancy squirmed her bottom around. They're treating me like a kid. Don't they realize I'm a grown woman who can handle myself perfectly well? She smiled coquettishly at Stan and said, "We find time to communicate in every way. Some forms of our enlightenment might curl your hair and your toes." "Whoa! Well said my pretty lass! Bob, we have a mature woman here. Not a young innocent to corrupt. Thank god, you're no prude. We get enough sanctimonious bullshit every day at work. On weekends, we like to unwind and relax with friends who aren't uptight." Bob put his arm around Nancy and gave her a little hug. "Please pardon my previous remarks, it sounded like I was talking about a teeny-bopper. You're going to fit right in, and be a real asset without a bunch of hang-ups." "I've been around some. After all I'm almost twenty-three. My birthday's in a couple of weeks." Nancy didn't pull away from Bob's hug, but Bob let go and stood up. "Time for fresh drinks," he said. "I'll be right back." Nancy started to protest but didn't want to lose ground. They didn't consider her a small-town ninny anymore. She would show them a liberal sophisticate who was chic. Why did that thought worry her? By the time steaks started sizzling on the charcoal grill, the drinks Nancy had downed added a languid sensuality to her pretty face. She felt warm and content with the feeling of acceptance. She could relax with these people. Potato salad, baked beans and dinner rolls complemented the New York strip steaks as they all sat outside eating around two redwood tables with benches. Nancy ended up sitting between Stan and Bob. The men had put on shirts and she wore a short beach jacket over her bathing suit. Her bare thighs rubbed against those of the two men. The incidental contact seemed natural and she thought nothing about the intimacy. In fact, the casual touching forged a friendly bond. Haagen-Dazs rum raisin ice cream came as dessert and pony glasses of Bailey’s Irish Creme were served as cordials. Nancy hesitated, but the first sip convinced her to finish off the smooth chocolate liqueur and she didn't protest a refill. Darkness arrived and the pool lights were turned on to flood the water with a dark blue hue, which provided barely enough illumination to see each other. "C'mon you sluggards," said Jan, "Get off your butts. Stan and I challenge the lot of you to a game of war-horse. Let's work off some calories." "Oh goodie," said Jeannie, "get up Frank. Let's kick ass." Frank looked less than elated as he hauled his small paunch off the bench and walked toward the pool. "What's war-horse?" asked Nancy. "Grab Bill and come on," said Bob, "The guys are the horses. You gals straddle our shoulders and everyone tries to push the others over." "Oh, yeah, I've played that." The girls mounted up in the shallow end of the pool and the battle began. Confusion reigned. Jan and Jeannie pulled and pushed at each other while the other three couples became entangled. Stan maneuvered behind Jeannie and Frank, and as Jan shoved Jeannie, Frank lost his balance. As Jeannie tumbled, Jan's fingers caught in her bra and her tits spilled forth as she disappeared under the water. She came up sputtering, "Time out! Time out! My boobs are out!" The other couples relaxed for a minute while she tried to tuck herself back in, but her bra cups had swung to the side and she couldn't arrange herself. Everyone laughed and pointed. She had to move to the pool steps and climb to sit at poolside before she could untangle her top. She shimmied her naked boobs like a stripper before encasing them. "Have a good look boys, and don't forget to tuck folding money in my suit before I leave. We working girls need our tips." Frank apologized profusely for letting her fall. "Come sit by me, Frankie, it's okay." "Time in," yelled Sandy, pushing Carol Akers over before she and Tom were ready. "No fair. No fair. You didn't let us get set." But the three remaining couples had resumed the foray, paying no attention to her pleas. Stan and Jan went down next and Bob and Sandy were locked in combat with Nancy and Bill. Sandy circled her arms around Nancy and twisted. Both couples weaved and the men fought to keep their feet beneath them but both lost balance and the four tangled bodies went under the water in a heap. Nancy felt a hand cover her left breast and squeeze. It lingered too long to be accidental, but in the confused entanglement she couldn't tell who had felt her. Bob she assumed, but it was no time for false accusations. Others had fondled her before, but that happened before Bill came along. No harm done, she thought. Go with the flow. "How about another game?" challenged Carol, "but I want a new horse. Tom, you went to sleep in your stall and we lost." "Okay," said Sandy, "We'll change horses. Nancy, you ride Bob. I'll take Tom and Carol can ride Stan or Frank." "I'm all tittied out," said Jeannie, "you guys play the next game." Frank looked relieved. Nancy felt a bit shy about climbing on Bob, since he may have copped the feel, but how could she say no without becoming a drudge? So she wrapped her legs around his neck and experienced a slight thrill as her pussy rubbed against him. As she bounced about on his shoulders in the fighting, she was more conscious of the forbidden sensations than the battle and over they toppled. Bob wrapped his strong arms about her as he began lifting her from beneath the water and her breast scraped hard against his crotch as up she came. With her head above water, she breathed heavily; knowing it was more from the sensual contact than from the exertion of the game. She flushed and let Bob hold her to him while the others fought on. Her breasts pushed hard against his chest and his leg had insinuated itself between hers. She didn't break contact. It felt too good. Jan and Tom took the honors, by besting Stan and Carol. They all struggled out of the pool and dried off. "Whew," said Stan, "that's hard work. What's next?" "Tomorrow's a workday," said Tom, "time to head out, but it's been great." "Us too," said Jeannie, "but don't forget you owe me for the free show." "You loved every second of it," said Jan, "your bountiful boobs needed some fresh air." "Maybe they did, but Nancy and Bill must think I'm terrible." "Not at all," said Bill, "they're beautiful and accidents do happen." Frank beamed at hearing Bill's compliment. After good-byes to the two couples, Stan said, "How about a nightcap after our big battle? I could use one." Bill looked at Nancy and she said, "We better not, since you have to be up early. Remember, the market opens on New York time." "How could I forget?" At the front door, Jan said, "Nancy, we'll call you for lunch or something. And all of us must get together again soon." "Ditto on that," said Bill; "you give great party! Good night." They waved at the young folks as they walked down the drive. "What a cute couple," said Sandy. "Hopefully, a cute corruptible couple," said Stan. "Amen," said Jan, "I bumped into his crotch during war-horse, accidentally of course, and he's toting a hunk of meat. Not that you two studs aren't. I'm horny. Let's fuck." The couples held hands as they hurried back to the family room. ================================================= Chapter 13 Nancy looked at her watch. Still a couple of hours of sun left. Her tan lines kept changing. More skin to work on. If this kept up, she might need to find a nude beach. Yeah, sure. That passing thought made her jittery. She checked herself in the long mirror on the bathroom door. Boy, it showed a lot of uncovered skin. I hope that guy hasn't returned from wherever he was headed, but I suppose I'd better get used to being seen. At least there's 20 or 30 feet separating us. Well, here goes all of me. Best Laid Plans Pt. 04 Chapter 18 Jan finished her embroidery of how she had sex twice on the afternoon of the high school initiation and started the story about Sandy's lesbian encounter with the camp counselor. Bill listened intently, but stopped her to say, "I 'm dying to hear the rest of this, but I think we've been out here too long. Let's go sit in the kitchen. If that movie's over, Nancy may come looking for me and think you and I have been screwing around or something." "I wish we had been fucking. I'm hot for your bod." "Don't say that. It's hard enough for me to keep my promise to Nancy, but if she ever changes her mind, you're on. You're one foxy lady." "Keep talking like that. It's great for my ego." Jan scooped up her pocketbook and her glass. When they entered the kitchen, she asked Bill to pour her another brandy, while she checked on the crew. At the door to the TV room, she stopped and put her ear to it. The voices from the video system told her the dirty movie was playing. Another set of love sounds blended with those of the XXX-rated film. Jan switched off the hall light and carefully cracked the door. She saw Bob's head in Sandy's pussy and Stan's head in Nancy's. She smiled and eased the door closed again. "The movie's still playing. I listened at the door. I was afraid if I went in, we might get trapped into watching it. Now where was I in the story? Let's sit here at the tile island. You sit on that stool and I'll sit on this one." Jan had positioned Bill's back to the TV monitor and diverted his attention as he sat down by asking him for her drink. His eyes were on their two snifters as he sat down and carefully placed Jan's in front of her. "You were telling me how the camp counselor had asked Sandy to take off her nightgown." "Yeah, well, Sandy asked her to turn off the lights, as she was shy. Then..." Back in the TV room, when Bob had finished fucking Nancy, and Stan started his turn, Stan lavished sucks and kisses on Nancy's breasts, but complained that Nancy's pussy was full of Bob's come and he wanted a fresh playground. "You want me to douche her here in the room?" asked Sandy. "Get a wet wash rag and towel at least. I want to kiss her lovely pussy, and I'm not into male come." "You better not let Jan hear you say that, if you enjoy her blow jobs." "Yeah, right. It was a slip of the tongue." "I'm not going to pick up on that remark, but I'll get what you want." Nancy was still in La-La land, when Sandy returned with a small basin of warm water, a towel, scented soap and a wash cloth. Sandy did the washing, rinsing and drying, and Nancy's pubic hair and thighs smelled sweet "There you go, Stan my man, dive right in." Stan obeyed, although he limited his ministrations to her silky thighs and her clitoral area. Nancy began to moan and her hips came back to life. Stan heard the door open and then close. He lifted his head to see Bob working on Sandy's crotch. He said, "I've got Nancy's motor running." "Ummm, good, that's g-o-o-o-od.," said Sandy, and Stan didn't know if she was talking to him or Bob or both of them. Stan dipped his mouth once more into Nancy's delicious crevice, intoxicated by the perfume of Nancy as it blended with the store-bought kind. He filled his hands with the full firm melons of Nancy's breasts, gently squeezing her nipples and felt his cock begin to pulsate. I'd better fuck her pretty soon, he thought, but for now he couldn't pull himself away from the sweetness of her pussy. Jan shortened her story about Sandy, judging the time was right to bring Bill into the TV room. She must be prepared for any reaction Bill might have. "So Sandy didn't go down on the counselor?" "No, but she said she heard the sounds of the counselor masturbating herself." "The stories better stop here. I'm getting too excited. Between the pot and the brandy, I'm something of a space cadet. Mellow enough to finish watching that stupid movie." Nancy took his hand and led him through the hall toward the room. She switched on the hall light and paused before opening the door. "I don't hear the movie going. It must be over." "What are those other voices? It sounds like they're enjoying themselves." "Let's see." Jan opened the door wide to let the hall light spill into the room and combine with the white light coming from the blank TV screen. She stood slightly in front of Bill. "My God," exclaimed Jan, "They're having an orgy!" Bill stood paralyzed at the sight of Stan thrusting his cock into Nancy's pussy. Her hips were thrusting back at a rapid pace. Bob had his knees under Nancy's armpits and she sucked his cock greedily, pulling against Bob's ass cheeks with her hands as he stroked into her mouth. Bob's face was buried in Sandy's snatch as she sat spread-eagled on the couch. "Turn out the god damn lights," moaned Sandy. "You're so tight, Nancy. I can't hold off much longer," panted Stan. Nancy let Bob's cock slip out of her mouth long enough to moan, "Fuck me harder! I love it! Fuck me harder!" Jan felt Bill start to push by her to rush into the room. She grabbed his arm with all her strength and said in a loud whisper, "Don't do something brash and stupid. Consensual sex is happening here. No one's getting raped. Come back in the kitchen with me and let's think this out." The tension in Bill subsided a fraction. Jan pulled the door shut and practically dragged him by the arm back to the kitchen. "What the god damn hell is happening? Nancy and I had a pact. I kept my end of the bargain. How could she do this?" "It must have taken some strong influence." "They must have gotten her drunk." "She was drinking coffee." "I can't believe it. This is crazy. Did you see how much she was into it? That's not my Nancy in there." "Oh my god! Oh my god!" Jan cried. "What? What?" Bill reacted to her screech by jumping to his feet, toppling the stool behind him. "Look behind you." Bill spun around. "I don't see anything." "That stupid TV monitor." "You mean that thing? What about it?" "This week we had a security system installed, and that monitor scans our patio. Let me run out next to that table I used to hold our glasses. That's where we were standing. See if you can see me." Jan sprinted out the door and placed herself on the "X" for a few moments and rushed back in. "Well?" Bill had his face cupped in his hands looking down at the tile. "As bad as all that?" asked Jan. "We were on 'Saturday Night Live.'" "Oh, shit. Nancy may have seen us 'bonging' each other or you loving my tits. I feel terrible." Terribly horny for that dick of yours, she added, to herself. "It's as much my fault. I knew better than to smoke the pot or kiss your boobs. Why do you have to be so desirable?" Jan took her hand and patted Bill on his arm. "I think you should know that Sandy and Bob, and Stan and I have been swapping for quite a while now. Does this surprise you?" "Not really. There were plenty of indications, but Nancy and I thought you might be holding the line at simple petting. I guess it's easy to cross the line." "Not at all. Sandy and I were almost as pure and chaste as Nancy, when it happened." "I have a hard time believing that." "It's true. I'll tell you the story sometime. But now, you must face the fact that Nancy has crossed the line and we can understand why. It was both our faults. Mine mostly. I shouldn't have asked you to kiss my breasts, but after the night in the hot tub, I wanted you to so badly. The bottom line is that our actions pushed Nancy into a situation that she wouldn't normally have allowed." Bill drew in a deep breath and his cheeks puffed out like a blowfish before releasing the air. It sounded like a sigh. His eyes shone with coldness and his face lost its softness to become frozen in a mask of indifference. His voice sounded husky and dry as he said, "If that's the way it's to be, so be it. To be honest, I've toyed with the idea of making love with you since last Saturday, wondering if I could handle it or if Nancy would be comfortable enough to go along with trading partners. I suppose we'll find out now. I fucked up and drove her into it. I'm a real asshole aren't I?" Jan came to where he sat and placed his head between her breasts. She tilted forward and kissed the hair on top of his head. Then she said, "It's not the end of the world. What's done is done. Something about the situation has excited you. It looks like the Rock of Gibraltar crawled in your crotch and set up housekeeping." Bill's cheek rubbed across Jan's left breast as he glanced down at himself. "Those stories, the pot and the booze were enough to do it, but seeing that cock of Stan's pumping into Nancy, and her begging for more, gave me a perverse thrill. I must be brain-warped." "Not at all. It's normal for a lot of guys. Stan and Bob said they got steamed up at seeing Sandy and me getting screwed and loving every minute of it. Right now though, I'm so horny for you; I'll hit you over the head with the cognac bottle, if you don't fuck me. I'm told I have a pretty little pussy with soft auburn curls and I've learned to swallow when I give head." "No shit? I have to do something with this problem in my pants and it's pointing straight at you." "I see it, come on, let's join them. I want a piece of the rock." "I'm trembling and can you feel how hot I am? I've never been so turned on, and I want you here and now. I'm going to ravish you." Bill slipped his hands under her skirt and stripped down her panties. Jan stepped out of them and her shoes. She pulled Bill up to a standing position and jerked the tongue of his belt to free it from the buckle. She ripped down his zipper and pulled his shorts down with his pants. She paused a moment to appreciate the size of his abundant member, before kneeling down and thrusting it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking frantically, as if to pull his entire insides out through the tiny opening in the center of his penis. "Slow down or I'll explode." Jan let him slip from her mouth long enough to say, "I'm dying to suck all the come out of you, but you can shoot it in my pussy, if you'd rather. Your choice!" "I want it in your pussy." "Get in the chair over there." Bill waddled like a penguin, with his pants still bunched around his feet, to the ladder-back chair. He sat and Jan raised her skirt as she jumped on his lap. She guided his saliva soaked cock head into the folds of her womanhood and began rocking back and forth to push him farther into her depths. Bill's forced his hands under her sweater to capture her naked breasts. He squeezed them roughly and pinched her nipples with quick nips of thumbs and forefingers. Jan's head bucked back and forth. She used her legs to push her self up and down on his thick rod, feeling its massiveness bury into her to the hilt. Her nostrils flared and her eyes glazed over. Nothing invaded her private world to distract her from the swells of pleasure racing along nerve paths connecting the tips of her breasts with the tissues lining the walls of her vagina. The sensations hammered back and forth along the rose-strewn trail. She then squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth. Her breath came in gasps, like a racehorse finishing a mile and a furlong. She increased her up and down tempo and groaned in rapturous ecstasy. Bill ran his thumb pads back and forth across her long nipples with hedonistic frenzy. He fucked his pelvis in quick, pitched strokes, to punch his prick deep into her moist, smooth cavern. His body felt as hot as a votive candle. His crazed force of entry and retreat couldn't have been tamed with a whip. Like the flare of a struck match, he felt his burning sperm begin to spew out into the sweetness of her velvet lining. Jan received the throbbing burst of Bill's hot ejaculate, as it shot into her at the exact apex of her licentious desire for release. Her mind catapulted over the top to receive the piercing waves of pleasure that detonated volleys of overwhelming fulfillment. The bombardment of his sperm met the gush of her juices to combine in a love mixture to flow gently together down Bill's melting hardness. She shuddered as spasms of after shock coursed through the muscles of her vaginal sheath. Her head sank to rest on Bill's shoulder as, together, they waited for their breathing to slow down and their stupor to flutter back into reality. Bill raised her sweater to kiss the light sheen of sweat on her breasts, as they trembled with the afterglow of their journey to the bower of bliss. "I'm afraid the chair is getting a bath of our love potion." "Uhmmm. It's okay," whispered Jan. She snuggled her head back into crevice between Bill's head and shoulder and licked his neck, like a kitten would clean its fur. "I want to stay like this for a month or so. Don't wake me until the fourth of July." ================================= Chapter 19 alma646 Fortunately for the survivors, the peach drapes softened the brilliance of the Sunday morning sunshine to a soft glow."] Bob opened his eyes first. He gently disentangled himself from Jan's embrace and slipped away without waking her. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he walked, jay-bird-naked, to the kitchen. He fired up the teakettle and then clanked ice cubes into a tall glass. He added water and swirled the glass in a small circle to make the cubes bump together to chill the water faster. He drank half the glass in a series of long swallows and refilled the glass. He felt lightheaded for a few minutes. A scotch or two too many the night before. He scooped a heaping spoonful of instant Folgers coffee into a cup and baptized the crystals with boiling water. He added a dollop of heavy cream and stirred the steaming mixture, and sat his butt on a barstool. Ooh! The cold wooden surface froze his naked butt. He squirmed around until things warmed up. He cradled the coffee cup with both hands and took tentative sips. Hot! He thought the events of last night had been orchestrated perfectly. Nancy was some hot chick, but they must treat her with care after she returned to reality: Make her feel loved and let her know how proud she should be to have shed her inhibitions and entered true adultery-hood. He hoped Bill and Jan had got it on and "boogied-the night-away," so to speak. After downing half his coffee, he carried the cup with him to have some left after he finished showering. As he toweled dry, standing on the bathroom rug outside Stan and Jan's big shower, he considered putting on his shorts, but didn't want to be overdressed. His coffee had cooled so he padded back to the kitchen to zap it for thirty seconds in their microwave. How wonderful to have such close friends that they felt free to use one another's homes, as if they were their own. And in the nude, no less! He returned to the scene of seduction, carrying his water and coffee, and tiptoed over to sit on the couch. His watch said nine-thirty-five. Nancy began to stir. A few moments later, she pushed herself up on one arm and unwrapped Stan's arm from around her waist. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and looked around the room. Bill and Sandy were clenched together right beside her, while Jan slept across from them. She finally saw Bob and whispered, "Hi, we fucked last night, didn't we?" Bob whispered back, "Yes, and you were fantastic. You are so beautiful, everywhere." "I don't feel fantastic. I feel like shit." "You look a mite frazzled. How about some coffee?" "First, I gotta pee, and my mouth tastes like last week's garbage bag. Help me up." Bob rose from the couch and cupped his hands under her arms to lift her. "Stand still for a few seconds and I'll hold you. Are you very woozy?" "How many rooms are we in? I can see at least three. Now a couple have gone away." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "It throbs when I move my head, but I'm back in one room." "Hold to me and take it slowly." Finally they made it to the bathroom and Bob eased her down on the commode. She held his hands to steady herself as she peed. When finished, Bob asked, "Can you hold to the sides of the stall until I get you some water?" "Maybe I'd better sit on the rug. But I need to dry myself." "I'd better do it for you." She didn't protest as Bob folded panes of toilet tissue to dab her pussy dry. "I feel like a baby." "C'mon 'baby', up you go. It's just a few steps to the rug." He helped her to sit and hurried to the kitchen for her water. He returned to find her sitting with her arms clasped around propped up legs, her forehead resting on her knees. Bob found a bottle of Bayer's aspirin and removed two tablets. "Here, take these." "Water first." She drank several mouthfuls and cupped out a hand for the pills. After swallowing them, she put her head back down. Bob sat down on the rug beside her and wrapped his arm around her. "You're nice and warm and you smell good," she said. "Irish Spring soap. I showered." After five minutes of sitting together, she said, "The aspirin is starting to kick in, and I feel better. More water, please." After finishing the glass, she said, "There's something crusty on my chin and cheeks." "Love reminders." She hesitated. "Come?" "It's not corn flakes." "Help me shower?" "Delighted to. I'll get the water started, and here's some Scope if you want to swish." "Thanks. Help me up and let me stand by the sink." She swirled a slug of mouthwash around in her mouth and deposited the contents in the basin. She sucked in a big breath and said, "That hit the spot. My mouth feels like it belongs to me now." Together in the shower, the steamy spray cascaded through her hair and down her luscious, curvy body. She steadied herself with her hands against the sides of the stall, while Bob lathered his hands and soaped her from toes to crown. He found a tan plastic bottle of Vidal Sassoon on a tile ledge and shampooed her hair. Her 'landing strip', as well as that on her head. He used a conditioning rinse on both. He lifted the hand-held nozzle from its slot and extended its stainless steel, tubular cord to spray and massage first her head and then her genitals. Bob spread her pussy lips to give her a mini-douche. "Ooh, its tender down there, but it feels good. Just a minute longer. Whoa, that's enough!" Bob helped her out of the shower to sit on a vinyl-covered bench in front of a dressing table. She had walked more steadily. "I'm wet, will I harm the fabric?" "Nope. It's made for drippy asses." Bob dried himself for the second time that morning and began working on Nancy's hair with a towel, before finishing the rest of her body. "I feel like a queen with all this attention." "You deserve a jeweled crown." "I think I was the Queen of the May last night or Queen of Bacchus. I drank way too much. I must have made a big hole in Stan's vodka supply." "You did more than dent it. A real fender bender, but the Swedes will love you. It was Absolut. Their GNP should rise a couple of percentage points." "I'd better laugh or I might cry. How can I face Bill and the others?" "We're all in the same love boat. Everyone had his or her turn at the helm. Don't feel like the Lone Ranger." "If I hadn't seen Jan and Bill... It's not really an excuse. Just a rationalization. Nancy's not happy with Nancy this morning. I did a stupid thing. I vaguely remember making love with you and Stan, but which of you did I give head to?" Silence. "Both?" "It was a wild night!" "Did I do it right? Bill's just started teaching me." "We could practice some more, but you're off to a jolly good start."