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Give In

By: mia200



He had her wrapped around his little finger...

They both knew it wouldn't take long, her body had been responding strongly to any stimuli throughout the whole day, and now as she lay face down, grinding her hips against her bed in a futile attempt to grind out the sensations that were running through her sexually tormented body.

"Break..." His voice purred into her ear seductively as she convulsed and moaned against her pillow, her eyes clenched shut as his voice alone caused euphoria to flow throughout her body before she had realised it. The orgasm had been small for her, but she was sure it wouldn't be the last she would experience that night.

"Break for me..." A small whimper left her as his voice came through again, she could almost feel his breath on her ear as he whispered, causing her to shudder again.

He was teasing her, tormenting her, trying to get her to give in to her most primal desires...And it was working, she was fighting it, but her mind begged for him to tell her, begged for his consent for her to do anything but what was already taking place.

"Hmm...You've lasted longer than I would have expected...Good Girl." The words broke down several of her mental barriers and she had to fight to keep control, he was tormenting her now, using everything she had ever been careless enough to let slip against her.

He chuckled, a low devious chuckle which only caused her to shudder again; "Break for me Nikki..." She bit her lip, but even that didn't muffle the low moan that escaped her, or the fact that she had ground against the bed more violently. His voice was so demanding, dominant, it drove her to climax all on its own. 

"Half an hour...If you can last half an hour without giving in...I MAY let you.."

She groaned against the pillow, her body was aching for a touch, any touch, but without his consent she wouldn't dare touch, no matter how much he egged her on.

"I know you want me to tell you to give in...You want to hear the words from my lips, you want me to let you give in...We'll see..." He chuckled again, and she whimpered, "Break..."

She fought to regain her breathing, licking her lips she moaned out a small and weak "Please..." but as he chuckled in her ear once more she was reduced to the whimpering mass she had been moments ago.

What was it about him that drove her over the edge? Was it the way he tormented her by chewing on a pen and staring at her at regular intervals? The way he laughed in that cold, dark chuckle that sent excited shivers down her spine? Or was it the way he knew her mind, her reactions, and used each and every thing about them against her, the tone of his voice, the way he whispered a single word and she came instantly?

Shuddering she bit her lip.

"You're doing very well...You wouldn't have lasted this long had you been on your back...the sensations running across your skin, you would have broken so easily...On your back." His voice became something more controlling and she shuddered, she wanted to fight him, she wanted to prove she could outlast anything he could put her to, that it was she who had ultimate control of her body, not him.

But as she moved onto her back she shuddered and moaned, arching her back against the cool blankets, her breathing erratic as she writhed around.

"You want to give in...Don't you?"

No verbal response, a small whimper left her as her hands clawed at the blanket below her, she was determined.

"You want me to let you touch, let your fingers run across your skin...I wonder where your hands will go first...What needs more attention?" He purred in her ear and she melted.

"Give in Nikki...Give in..." A small cry left her as she arched her back, her hands flying to her body, pushing beneath the restricting clothing that covered her form. It wasn't long before she was tormenting herself in her own way, her gasping cries and shuddering moans only leading to more whispers of 'break' from him.

"Break..." She cried out, louder than she had any other time, her fingers darted frantically across her clit, pressing against it as once again she was reduced to nothing more than a whimpering mush, her entire body spasming as her climax wore off. 

But she still didn't stop, she kept her fingers moving, her breathing heavy, small squealing moans leaving her as her pillow moved to muffle her cries as within moments a third climax drove her completely over the edge. 

She curled into a ball, forcing her breathing back into a proper pattern as she still shuddered and spasmed from her torture.

She hated the hold he had over her, but she still loved him, she was his, and nobody else's.

"Bastard.." Her voice came out in a whimpering whisper, only to be responded by a low laugh .

"I know I am..." As his voice echoed from the headphones pressed against her ears she shuddered, closing her eyes, she knew it wouldn't be the last time he would do this, and she knew she would love every minute of it.

Give In To It...



He finds himself standing behind her in the queue of symphony goers waiting for the theater doors to open, closer than ever. The pale material of her dress lies in contrast to her smooth tanned skin. He admires the way the thin straps band across her slim shoulders. His focus narrows to the delicate tab of her dress zipper. He can't help himself: He imagines the tab pinched between his thumb and finger. He can see the back of the dress parting under his gentle downward pull, revealing the bare skin of her back.

Lost in his imaginings, he momentarily forgets where he is. Before he realizes he is doing it, his fingers reach out to brush the top of her dress between her shoulder blades, seeking the small key that locks her clothing onto her body. Her soft skin sears his fingers. The instinctive rearward jerk of his hand jolts him out of his fantasy.

What he finds upon his return from his imaginings is even more arousing. Her back arches to allow her to turn her head, so she can look behind her for the source of the touch upon her skin.

He struggles, his mind focused on her posture. It's the pose he imagines her in while she lies undressed before him. He can see her lying on her stomach on the crisp sheets, her naked back a plane of smooth burnished flesh. The turning of her head to look at him so she can beg him to fuck her would cause her bottom to arch up invitingly. He knows this. He sees his hands reaching out to grasp the twin round curves of her ass...

Tearing himself away yet again from his fantasy, he is greeted with her direct stare. He sees a mixture of amusement and annoyance. Her eyes dart away from his, aiming for the spot where his own zipper lies. If there was any doubt in her mind, the bulge in his trousers removes it. Her knowing eyes move back to his again.

"Can I help you?" she asks.

"Your, uh, tag was sticking out of your dress. I just wanted to fix it for you." His mouth has turned to dust.

She looks at him, the amusement in her eyes more pronounced. "My dress doesn't have a tag."

She has him at a complete loss for words.

A disturbance at the front of the line saves him any further embarrassment. She turns, her attention drawn toward the movement ahead of them. A wave ripples back through the queue, pushing those in front into those behind them. As with all waves, what started as a small ripple builds to a powerful undulation. When it reaches them, he finds her thrust against him off balance.

His hands reach for her hips to steady them both. He feels the firm curve of her ass press hot against his erection. He fights for the self control to keep himself from holding her there, for the control to keep his own hips from pressing his cock deeper between the cleft of her ass. The wave rolls past but she makes no move to break the contact.

She leans forward, peering around the crowd toward the front of the line. Her stance increases the pressure of her ass against his cock. He watches a small smile play across her lips, making him think that she's heard the low groan he couldn't hold back.

She rights herself, breaking away from him. Another look at him over her shoulder.

"Would you be so kind as to hold my place in line, please? I need to visit the ladies' room."

He swallows hard, searching for any bit of moisture to ease the dryness of his mouth so that he can answer. "Of course," he croaks.

"Thank you." She turns away from him, moving in the direction of the theater doors.

He's left with only the faint scent of her perfume and the maddening burn of his desire.

The minutes pass...ten, fifteen, fading softly away, but she doesn't return. He's both disappointed and relieved. It's dangerous ground he's standing on.

He knows he doesn't have any business here. He certainly doesn't have license to let his fantasies unhinge him enough to have touched her the way he did.

It's better this way. Safer, he thinks.

She'd given just enough of a glimpse through the keyhole of desire to allow him a vision of what might have been. He feels himself stirring again within his trousers at the memory of his hands on her hips, his erection nestled in the satin draping her firm ass.

He's drawn out of his reverie by the forward motion of the line. The doors to the theater have opened, allowing the polite queue of patrons their entrance to the lobby. He lets his eyes wander, searching for her, hoping for one more brief glimpse before being seated in darkness and swept up by the orchestra.

Nothing. She should be easy to spot,a splash of sapphire amongst the black and white of the other attendees, but there's no sign of her. She's either already been seated or has left. It's time to thrust his salacious thoughts to the back of his mind, to call up later in the cool secure darkness of his hotel room.

He glances at his ticket, noting the location of his seat. His eyes move up to the placards above the sets of double doors leading into the main theater. Finding the doors that correspond to his seat, he begins making his way through the crowd.

A flash of sapphire catches his eye,making his heart beat faster. His peripheral vision confirms what his eyes have already told him.

It unnerves him to find her gaze upon him. The buzzing in his mind makes him feel as though his brain has dropped all the way to his shoes then bounced back into place. She is headed in his direction.

In shock, he stops moving and is hit broadside by a heavyset man. The resulting fumble distracts his attention. He utters an apology to the man, receives an annoyed response. The man moves on through the crowd.

In the seconds it has taken for the exchange to happen, she has come to stand before him. He looks at her, not knowing what to say. She doesn't seem to know either. Instead, she reaches for his hand, drawing it up so his palm faces upward. She deposits something small and lightweight into his hand and curls his fingers around it. His mouth opens, to at least say hello, but in an instant she is gone again into the crowd.

His first impulse is to follow, to not let her go so easily. He looks in the direction she chose, but then his eyes look down at his fist. He stares for a moment, disbelieving. It dawns on him that he is standing in a very public place with a very intimate item in his hand. He shoves his fist into the pocket of his coat.

He's got to get to his seat before the ushers block the doorways. He thinks he has time, so instead of heading for the main theater he pushes his way into the men's room, locking himself in one of the stalls. His hand pulls free from his pocket; his assessment was indeed correct: Her panties lie crumpled in his palm.

He uses both hands to unfold them. When he does, a small piece of paper flutters to the floor. He bends to snap up the tiny folded note. Her panties find their way up to his face, filling his head with her secret aroma.

He reads the brief inscription. His cock is painfully hard.

One last inhalation before he shoves the panties back into his pocket. He shreds the note, flushes it down the toilet. He's moving fast now, knowing time is short. He needs to make it to his seat, needs the distraction of the symphony until he can act on the words she's sent. He makes it to his seat, barely.

In the anonymous dark of the theater, his hand repeatedly buries itself in his coat pocket, rolling the silken material of her underwear over his fingers. He presses his fingers under his nose so he can inhale the scent of her. It crosses his mind that the woman sitting to his left must think he has a cold or allergies, the way he keeps bringing his fingers up to his face. God, the scent of her is driving him mad. He doesn't hear any of the music, his mind in turmoil.

The symphony over, he somehow manages to keep his aching erection to himself and make it to the sidewalk without getting arrested for public lewdness. He hasn't seen her since she gave him the panties. Outside, moving away from the bright marquee lights, he finds walking clears a bit of the haze in his mind.

His conscience asks: What the hell does he think he's doing? He stifles it by drawing her panties back up to his face. To the people he passes, he is only wiping his nose with a handkerchief.

For all the possibilities the night holds, his mind is a complete blank. He's unable to conjure up anything beyond the vision of her in her evening gown. He's still trying to assemble some form of coherent thought when he arrives at his destination. Unsure of how to gain access, he begs help of the concierge. He thanks the man and makes his way to a single elevator away from the main bank of elevators serving the general population of the hotel.

He's alone with just his thoughts in the elevator while it draws him up to...what? He doesn't know. He's nervous and excited but not guilty. Not yet. He didn't expect that. He resists the urge to wipe his damp palms against his trousers. The elevator begins to slow. The doors open on silent rollers, admitting him to a short private hallway with a single door at its end.

The door is open. She is standing in the hallway, her back to the wall, waiting for him as though knowing he would show. Her dress shimmers in the dim light, drawing his eyes over her body. In a few steps, he is once again standing before her.

His eyes draw downward from the swell of her breasts: Her wrists are bound with black velvet-covered handcuffs.

Jesus God...

"Just for tonight. I'll be whatever you desire," she whispers.

She watches for his reaction to the words. More than one man has turned and fled. She can see his struggle, with her, with this new turn of events. Behind his eyes, she sees a whisper of panic.

Give in to it...

"What's your name?" He's stalling for time, and she knows it.

"Does it matter?" Her dark eyes defiantly hold his gaze. Shameless.

Nameless.

"I don't know." She can see he didn't expect this.

"Do you require a name to call me by?"

Give in to it...

"I don't kn...Yes actually, I do. I need to call you something, otherwise it feels..."

"...wrong." His unspoken word hangs between them. Of course it's wrong. This entire encounter is wrong.

He takes a deep breath before continuing. "It feels...impersonal," he finishes. This is the final hurdle. There's nothing more to discuss. All that's left is the doing. Her soft sigh reaches his ears.

Give in to it...

"Beth, then. You may call me Beth for tonight."

She can tell he's not quite satisfied with her answer. She'll have the answer to her own question within the next thirty seconds...Yes? Or no? His body language tells her that he's still struggling.

His eyes...

The panic from moments ago is gone, replaced by something dark and threatening. His gaze rakes her body, appraising, assessing, planning. She watches the tip of his tongue flick out to wet his lips. The raging anticipation running through her makes her grateful for the continued support of the wall against her back. Without it, she might very well sink to the soft carpeting of the hall.

He moves closer, invading her personal space for the first time since he arrived. The smell of him sends a deep wave rippling through her. His eyes move out of her line of vision, his lips seeking the small cup of her ear. Her head tilts back to give him enough space along her throat.

"I'm going to put your panties back on you...Beth."

His rapid breath swirls against her skin, loosing a soft stream of air from her own lips. His demeanor has shifted: Something primal has switched on. Even the timbre of his voice is different than when he asked for her name.

He backs away from her, his hand pulling her pale panties free from his coat pocket. She watches him press them to his face, inhaling her scent.

He's still holding the panties to his face when the fingers of his other hand hook over the gleaming chain suspended between her slim wrists. He begins backing through the doorway into her room, tugging her along by the handcuffs. Her feet drag just enough to offer some resistance.

Only when the door is closed behind them, does he make his way to the stretch of carpet by the sofa. The iridescent sparkle from the high rises surrounding them offers the only light in the room.

He takes a small step away from her. His fingers remain hooked around the chain, pulling just enough to keep her hands stretched out before her.

"Hold your hands out until I tell you otherwise."

"Okay." It comes out in a hushed excited whisper.

He's looking at her, not moving. The lights of the city behind him make it seem as though the night sky has fallen to the ground and shattered all around them. With his back to the windows, his face lies in shadow but it's not enough to hide...

His eyes...

Hunger. Power. Lust. Darkness. She'd seen his look only once before and had been searching for it ever since.

She dares not move anything but her eyes, for fear of breaking the spell. Only her gaze follows his body, watching him kneel in front of her. His fingers find the hem of her evening dress, pinching it between finger and thumb. He's running the pad of his thumbs across the material as though testing it, appraising it.

His hands cease their fondling. She watches his face tilt up toward hers.

God...his eyes...

Give in to it...

Her dress begins to be pulled up her legs as he rises to his feet. Cool air tickles her burning cunt, drawing a single quiet moan from her. He pulls the gathered skirt of her gown up through her cuffed hands, using her bound arms to drape the material off her body just above the hips.

She sees him step back, admiring his handiwork. Still as a statue she stands, letting him fill his mind with all that she can be. Just for him. The beautiful shoes. The silken thigh-high stockings that end in lace. Her naked cunt, which shamelessly advertises her lust.

He bends down again, retrieving the panties he cast aside.

"Put them on."

She balances on one slim heel and then the other. His hands curl around her ankles, thumbs hooked into her panties. A searing wave of wetness trails down her thigh to darken the lace of her stocking top. It's the first time tonight he's touched her this way.

His palms glide along her silk clad legs, drawing the panties up. From her ankles to the back of her calves, his hands move around to the outside of her thighs. She's still holding steady although it's taking every ounce of strength to do so. His hands slide up over the soft curve of her hips, settling the panties along the dip of her waist.

His thumbs trace the edges of her panties, moving down to the valley where her legs meet. She moans, louder this time, when she feels his thumbs sliding all the way down the outside of her cunt. They retreat just as slowly, tormenting her.

His hands come to rest on her hips. He licks his lips, wearing the expression of a starving man seated before an extravagant meal.

"Those panties are mine now. When I take them back I'll feel how wet you've made them for me."

"Yes."

"Where is the key for the handcuffs?"

She nods toward the small end table by the sofa. A silver chain with a tiny silver key suspended on it snakes across the top of the dark wood. He takes stock of the location before his gaze returns to her.

"You may relax your arms now."

Only when she lowers them against the front of her dress, does she realize how tired her muscles have become. The hem of her dress whispers through her hands as the skirt falls to cover her nakedness.

"Undress me now, Beth."

Her hands rise together, seeking the knot in his tie. Metal clinks softly against metal from the chain that binds her wrists together.

Give in to it...



Give in to Me



There was a knock on my door around midnight last night. I was watching television and, well, honestly, I was fingering myself. I was home alone, which isn't entirely unusual. With a loud, "Shit!" I stood, rearranged my skirt, and answered the door.

"Hi Sarah." It was my Uncle Dillon, looking downtrodden. 

"Dillon! What are you--? What's wrong?" I was concerned. He never came to my house, and he hardly ever got upset. He said nothing, he just reached out and pulled me close to him. 

"I need you." He whispered in a hoarse voice. 

"You, what?"

I was confused. Uncle Dillon and I had had a 'thing' awhile ago, but it pretty much ended in family shame. We hadn't even seen each other since the day my mother walked in on us in a very, awkward position. 

Dillon cleared his throat and pushed me gently into my house, closing the door behind us. His eyes roamed over me, up to the top of my head down to my bare toes. I swear for a second his tongue darted onto his lips. 

"I need you. I can't stop thinking about your warm body, or about the way your hands feel on my cock. It's driving me crazy. I have to have you again." 

"Dillon, we can't. You know what happened, I can't risk it again. Mom won't even talk to me."

He put his hand on my face, caressing my cheek. "Don't send me away, Sarah. Please. I promise no one will find out. Please."

"Dillon, no. I can't. We can't. You know this."

He smiled at me, and shook his head. He was cute, I'll give him that, with his messy brown hair, pouty lip and pleading eyes. "I'm prepared to beg." 

I shook my head at him and stared toward the door. My hand was on the door knob when Dillon reached around me, turning the lock with one quick flick of his hand. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. His eyes flashed as he dropped to his knees.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, as his head disappeared under my skirt. 

"I told you I'm prepared to beg." I tried to push his head away, but by doing so I was inadvertently undressing myself. Uncle Dillon's hands found my hips, and pulled down my panties. I jumped when his tongue first flicked across the lips of my pussy.

Uncle Dillon laughed into me as he noticed I was already wet. "What were you doing before I got here?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer. His tongue was glazing over my pussy, slowly working it's way between the labia. Finally he hit the clitoris, and I cried out. He laughed again, and pressed his tongue firmly onto me.

Dillon continued to tease me, but his motions got faster as he moved deeper into my cunt. Soon I was panting, grasping the air all around me looking for something to lean against. I was ready to fall, when my uncle stood, picked me up, and carried me into my bedroom.

Gentle is not a word I'd use if describing Uncle Dillon, but gentle is what he was. He laid me down on my twin mattress so softly I barely felt the drop. His hands ran up my body, over my hips, grazing my breasts. They rested on my shoulders as he leaned over me to plant a kiss on my lips. 

His lips pressed into mine, smooth at first, but soon more passionate. His tongue ran across my mouth, feeling its way inside until I couldn't resist and our tongues were roughly discovering each others mouths. 

Uncle Dillon began to explore my body, his hands kneading my breasts. Part of me was dying to pull him closer, but part of me was screaming no. Twice I tried to tell him to stop, both times he shushed me. His hot mouth pulled at mine, luring me into a state of near bliss. 

When he finally stopped kissing me was when I realized I was crying. 

"Why are you crying, baby girl?" Dillon asked. His face wore concern, but something in his eyes suggested his mind was really elsewhere. 

"This is wrong. I know it, but it feels rights. I'm confused, I'm lonely, and I'm frustrated. I missed you while we were apart, but, I don't think I can do this." I was controlling my tears now, only a few actually fell from my eyes.

"You can do this. You want to, I know you do." Dillon was stoking my cheek now, his eyes burning into mine. I reached up and kissed him, on the cheek. He nuzzled me, and laughed.

"You're cute." He said, his eyes twinkling. I laughed, and wiggled my body underneath him. He grinned, and took the hint. His hand went from the side of my face to under my shirt, and suddenly he was pulling it over my head. 

"Purple? That's a new one. Pretty sexy though." Dillon cupped my breast as he complimented the bra I was wearing. He kissed the swell above the lacy fabric, making me sigh. With a grin, he pushed aside the cup and took a nipple into his mouth.

He alternated between sucking the nipple and brushing the top of his tongue roughly over the peak. I was panting, I love when men play with my breasts. Dillon knows that. He loves to play. Soon he was unhooking my bra and releasing my soft breasts from their binding. 

I watched him with glee as he squeezed, caressed, even spanked my attention starved boobs. My pussy was tingling, remembering the love it had received earlier. My hips bucked into him involuntarily, and his hands met the challenge. He grabbed my inner thigh and squeezed. He teased me by running his fingers softly around the skin just beside my pussy. 

His mouth tugged suddenly on my nipple, I cried out and bucked. This caused his hand to land squarely over the mounds of my cunt. He began to press his fingers into me, feeling the wetness that had been building. He worked into my vagina, one finger, then two, then three. In and out they went, until I was consumed in a passionate fever. 

I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I lay there on my bed, naked from the waist up, and Uncle Dillon reached up to kiss me. Not a kiss on the lips, or the cheek. He planted one kiss on each eyelid. I was so surprised. I've never know Uncle Dillon to show affection, or do anything that might be construed as gentle. 

With his fingers still working in my vagina, my uncle laid gentle kisses up and down my neck and along my collarbone. His tongue darted out occasionally, leaving wet spots to cool sensually all over. He returned his attention to one of my nipples, making me sob my pleasure. Then, everything stopped. I didn't dare open my eyes.

I felt his weight lifting from the bed, and heard nothing but quiet. I waited and waited, but nothing happened. Worried he'd left me, I opened my eyes and looked around. I found him kneeling on the floor, his head between my legs. 

Grinning devilishly he asked, "Want it?"

I nodded eagerly, like a child being offered their favorite ice cream. He used his hands to divide the lips of my pussy, and then he was there, breathing me in. His tongue began to lap at me wildly. I was so wet. The sensations coming from my pussy were amazing, I wanted it to go on forever, but the faster he licked me the closer I came to orgasm. 

Suddenly, waves of my orgasm rushed over me, again and again my body tightened and released until I was crying with the joy of it. Dillon reached up to hold me until my sobbing stopped. Grateful, I looked for a way to repay him. Reading my mind, he began to undress. 

His cock was swollen, harder than I'd ever seen. I knew he needed release, so I pulled myself out from under him and stood beside the bed. I commanded him to lay down, then settled my self between his legs. He started to laugh, looking at me with affection and anticipation.

I wrapped my lips around his dick, pulling it into my eager mouth, savoring the droplet of pre-cum that had formed on the tip. I took my time wetting his penis with my saliva, and when it was soaked to my satisfaction I withdrew. Taking in a deep breath, I formed my lips into a tight O and began to blow on his cock.

I blew until it was dry, all the while hearing his pants of pleasure, but never looking at him. Once Uncle Dillon's dick was completely dry, I lowered my mouth over it again. I swirled my tongue around the tip, then took his entire length into my mouth and down my throat. His hands grabbed the back of my head, holding me over him with his cock touching my throat. Soon I was gagging, my spit running down all over his balls. 

Then he pulled me back by my hair and stared me in the eyes. "I need to fuck you, baby. I need to feel you holding me inside you. Let me in, Sarah."

I just nodded, laid myself out over the bed and spread my legs. He wasted no time, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me to the edge of my bed. My feet were dangling, almost touching the floor, until my uncle lifted my legs and put my feet on his shoulders. 

His cock-head was level with my vagina, and for a second he paused, as if thinking over the best way to enter his willing niece. Then suddenly he rammed into me, fast and hard. I felt myself splitting, his cock is so very large, larger than I'm used to, but the pain lasted only moments. Then I was squealing at every thrust, and panting in between. 

His thrusts got harder and faster, until he was grunting his release. I felt his cum spewing into me as he pushed in deep on his final thrust. My pussy was throbbing, my mind was racing, hoping for more. But Uncle Dillon was spent. He laid down on the bed and pulled me to him. After awhile he fell asleep, soft snores penetrating the otherwise quite bedroom.



Give In To Me



Chase dragged Christy by her arm through the small corridor of his private jet and sat her down. "You are going home! I mean it Christy. This time you're staying put. I already told you. I'm seeing someone else. We have no future together." 

"You're a liar! Every time you look at me I know you want to fuck me just as much as I want you. I love you and you love me," Christy insisted, seeing the truth in those deep blue eyes. 

"Amanda and I love each other. After I drop you off and make sure you stay put I'm coming back to be with her," Chase insisted. He and Christy had been hot and heavy once, but that had ended after high school. The rich girl. The poor boy running off to make something of himself in the world. He'd forced himself to forget the teenage sweetheart who'd stolen his heart and moved on. 

"She doesn't make you feel what I feel. Not one bit. Why can't you just admit it? You're scared of how much you love me so Mandy's the safe way out. She'll never be enough for you. You know that Chase," Christy stood up and pressed herself against him feeling his cock hard through his pants. 

Chase groaned but pulled her away from him. "Stop it." He'd moved on with Amanda, who he told himself he loved but a part of him was always wary of making that final leap. He just couldn't open himself up to her like she wanted and he feared it was because this fucking woman...God...what a woman she'd grown into. Daddy's princess all grown up into a strong, passionate woman who didn't let a wealthy life make her lazy. She worked hard and fought for what she wanted. And now that seemed to be him, back in her life. In her bed. 

"You don't want me to stop. You want to take me right here on this jet, don't you Chase? You want to make love to me right here on the carpet," Christy announced lowering her hand to the bulge in his pants. "If you loved Mandy this would not be happening. You wouldn't be hard as a rock dying to get inside of me. Does she do this for you, Chase? Does she make you this hard? Does she make you burn the way I do? You want to know what its like, don't you?" She undid his black pants and slipped her hand into his boxers. "You want to know what it would be like if you rammed this into me again. Do it, Chase. Do whatever you want to me because I want it to. We were good when we were kids. Imagine what we would be like now. " She took his cock into her hand. 

Chase groaned at the feel of her hand on his aching cock. He had to stop this but, oh God, how many times Chase thought about it, imagining his hard cock shoved into that tight pussy, that face beneath him screaming his name. The girl was relentless. Once she made up her mind that she wanted Chase back she tempted him at every opportunity. Renting an office in the building he now owned, Wearing tight dresses, swinging that perky ass. He swelled full in her hand. 

"I know you want to Chase. Fuck me. I want you to." She ground her hips against him. 

"Christy...Nooo," he moaned as her mouth lifted to his. 

"Don't fight it Chase. You love me. Show me." Christy lifted up on her toes and brushed her lips across his. 

"I can't do this!" Chase said gruffly pushing her away. "I love Amanda damn it. Why can't you accept that?" 

"No!" Christy shouted furiously. "You're a fucking liar. Telling me you love someone else when your cock is hanging out hard as a rock dying for me. Nobody else. Just me!" she yelled at him, shaking with frustration.

Chase grabbed her so hard she jumped, startled. "You've been driving me crazy for months. You want me to fuck you? Fine, baby, I'm gonna fuck you're goddamned brains out." He ripped at her dress, scratching at her skin. Her creamy breasts spilled out, tempting him beyond reason. "We're gonna do this my way. Now I've wanted that hot mouth on my cock again for months. Get down on your knees." He pushed her half naked body down. 

Christy eagerly grabbed his hot hard cock and stuffed it into her mouth. God, the taste of him was making her pussy so wet. Chase arched back and closed his eyes. Christy grabbed his behind and pushed him in further into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth. She sucked him hard and fast. 

"Ah God, Christy. Like that. Suck my cock," Chase moaned urging her on. "Fuck that cock with your mouth, baby." He pulled at her hair as he thrust his hips at her. 

"Mmmmmm, you like that?" Christy asked running her tongue along his length. "You like my mouth fucking your thick beautiful cock? How long have you wanted me to suck your cock, Chase? Tell me, baby," Christy said engulfing him totally again. 

"Oh shit. So long. Fuck, Christy! So fucking long." 

Faster she sucked him until she felt his balls tighten and lift against his cock. She gave a small nibble around his head and then squeezed her lips hard around the head of his hot cock and he came hard and full in her mouth. Her body jerked as she nearly came with him, just feeling his come fill her mouth. He bucked against her face spurting the last drop into her eager mouth.

"Holy fuck, baby" Chase groaned bent double. 

"Eat my pussy now, Chase. God, I need to feel your mouth between my legs," Christy begged, her pussy lips soaked. 

Chase pushed her backwards against the floor of the jet and removed her wet panties. "I'm gonna make you beg for it. Make you crazy like you've made me." Chase nibbled on her thighs and ran his fingers along her pelvic bone, deliberately avoiding where she wanted him the most.

She shifted her hips in frustration. "Chase, damn it!"

"Shut up. We're doing this my way remember? How bad do you want me to eat you, hmm?" he asked. He stroked his finger lazily over her wet folds. 

"Oh God. Do it now!" she cried. 

"Yeah? Like how? Show me, Christy. Did you ever finger fuck yourself and imagine it was me?" he asked giving her pussy a tiny lick.

Christy moaned, dying for more. "Yes. Oh God, yes. I did. I wanted it to be your hard cock inside of me, Chase. Please." 

"How often did you do it, Christy baby? Every night? Every night did you pump your fingers in that gorgeous tight pussy and wish it was my cock ramming into you?" Again he gave one slow lick.

Christy arched and bucked her hips wanting more. "Yes!" she replied. 

"Do it now," he ordered.

Her eyes opened. "What?" 

"I want to see you finger fuck yourself. Three fingers. Right now. Shove them into that tight pussy." 

"I want you to-" 

"I said now or else this stops right now. Got it?" he ordered, his eyes glittering. "And keep your eyes on me." 

Christy thrust one finger inside of her aching pussy and moaned. 

Chase watched her, sitting back. "I said three fingers," he ordered. 

Christy obeyed and thrust in two more fingers. 

"Good girl. Now pump 'em in and out, baby. Imagine it's my cock inside of you." 

"Ah God," Christy cried as she thrust her fingers in deep inside of her. 

"Faster," he ordered, stroking his cock. "I want you to fuck that gorgeous pussy hard. Show me how you want my cock to slam into you"

Faster she pounded her fingers into her pussy arching, moaning, screaming as her orgasm approached. "I'm gonna come. Oh shit." 

Chase grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers out roughly. "Oh no you don't. I'm going to do that. I'm going to eat that pussy 'till you're screaming and creaming my face." He thrust his tongue into her pussy. 

Christy arched when Chase thrust his tongue inside her. "Oh fucking yes!" she screamed as he thrust his tongue back and forth. She bucked her hips hard against his face. "Ah yeah! Oh Chase. Oh!" Christy cried. He held her hips down, not allowing her to move, bruising her hips with his fingers but she loved it. He bit at her clitoris softly and then continued to tongue-fuck her. Christy pulled at the carpet as she neared her orgasm. "Ah faster. Oooh God. Oh fuck." 

He bobbed his head with his tongue stiffening his tongue as he devoured her with his mouth. In and out, his tongue thrust back and forth.

"Oh now! Now! Now! Yes!" Christy flooded his mouth with her juices as she screamed in ecstasy. 

"You want to scream some more, baby?" Chase asked, his face shining with her juices. Without giving her a chance to respond he spread her legs wide and slammed his whole length into her pussy, hard. 

"Yeeeeesssss!" she screamed, still coming from her last orgasm. "Oh fuck me! Oh Chase, fuck me hard!" Christy cried, moving with him. 

He rammed in and out of her, gripping her thighs as he shoved back and forth. Her legs clamped around his waist. "Your pussy feels so good. Ah shit!" Chase groaned rocking back and forth inside of her. 

"Harder! Oh God, make me come again, Chase," she moaned breathless as he pounded her pussy. He grabbed her behind and lifted her half up off the floor and pounded into her faster, sweat glistening on his body and dampening his black hair. "Oh yeah. Oh please. Oh please, oh please!"

Christy panted, scratching at his arms as they held her hips up in the air. 

"You like my cock inside your tight pussy, baby? You like it hard? You want it harder baby? You want my cock to hurt your sweet pussy?" Chase withdrew and then thrust in hard and deep making Christy scream. Then he did it again, withdrew and then shoved in hard. "Like That! Like that! Like that!' Withdrawing he turned her around. "I'm gonna fuck you're ass now. You understand, my little slut?" Chase brought Christy up on her knees. "You want me to fuck your tight ass, Christy?" he asked, rubbing his cock at the tight hole. 

"God yes," Christy urged backing up her ass against the head of his cock. 

"Beg, baby. Beg for me to fuck your ass," Chase said, taking immense pleasure in torturing her. 

"God, Chase. Please shove that cock into my ass. Do it, baby. Oh God. Please. I want you to so fucking badly," Christy begged. 

Chase split her cheeks apart and using the moisture from her soaked pussy, he lubricated his cock and her ass and shoved his cock into the tight puckered hole.

Christy arched upwards at the deep penetration and cried out. 

"Back that ass up against my cock, baby. Do it," Chase ordered, thrusting hard and deep into her ass. Christy rocked her ass against his cock. 

Chase pounded into her ass, digging his fingers into her cheeks and arching back at the tight feel of her ass around his rock hard cock. He took three fingers and reached around to shove them up deeply into Christy's core. 

"OH MY GOOOOOOOODDD!" Christy screamed as he fucked her pussy with his fingers and his ass with his throbbing cock. 

Chase thrust harder into her ass and moved his fingers roughly in and out of his pussy. "Baby, you're gonna come right now, you got that? Now!" Chase yelled pounding into her ass and pushing his fingers back and forth. 

He screamed out and Christy tore at the carpet with her fingers as her orgasm bulldozed though her. She felt Chase thrust once more into her ass and his hot release filled her as he spurted thick and bucking over her. They fell against the carpet spent and sweaty. 

"You're mine, baby," Christy panted, curling onto his chest. "And this time, I'm not letting you get away, got that?

Chase could only moan and nod, giving into the only woman he would ever truly love. 



The End



Give it a Try, Don't Be Shy



David was assigned to a new project as part of his film director training. He had been inspired by the films of the late Alfred Hitchcock, his mentor , and felt he had something to offer the world by way of excitement and suspense.

As part of his training he was allocated a period with one of London's largest pornography film production studios. This was not necessarily his genre but nevertheless al, part of his training. But he was about to discover the true craft of producing quality porno films that were more popular than ever before.

John Vine welcomed him on his first day with the studio and they were midway on a shoot of a very erotic story line as yet untitled. John said he liked to find the title as they went along.

A very delectable woman called Ursula was taking the title role as a cultured Madame initiating the son of an very rich businessman in the city.

Jason was the name of the actor enjoying the fruits of Ursula as she sat closely beside him on a latex red sofa, looking very seductive in her tight black mini skirt and black silk stockings.

David was impressed to say the least by the leading actress who gave him a delightful smile.

"Right let's shoot this before we get behind on budget. Ursula, you are gently coaxing Jason. I want to see a deep sensual deep kiss as starters and then you know what follows."

Jason, looking innocent and obviously impressed by Ursula's flirtation is surprised by her move, and she takes his chin in her hand and plants her deep red moist lips upon his.

"Is this some of what you wanted Jason?" she said taking a pause. " I have seen you looking up my skirt so maybe some of this too?"

All eyes are on the tantalizing Ursula as, sitting with legs crossed, she rolls beck her skirt just enough to entice Jason with and eyeful of stocking top and white thigh.

Then she kisses him again, deeper this time.

"I want to see your mouth sucking his tongue" yells the director as you slowly let your hand slide down Jason's bare chest."

Already David feels on fire. But he knows he has to watch this as a production piece and not get too excited. But he was thinking Ursula was all women and no messing. He looked at pictures of her and she looked particular enticing in tight wonderful fitting jeans, she was a woman who could really show off her feminine curves to the extreme and had a perfect tight butt that would send any guy crazy.

"Now, still kissing, let your hand begins to massage Jason over his jeans, I will leave the rest to you, you know what I want."

It was amazing, all the production staff standing around, watching like it was nothing extraordinary, even when Ursula unzipped and freely exposed Jason to the world.

"I want to see it grow as you suck" blurted John intent to get the very best our of his actors who chose to use the same character names as their real ones.

Nicely poised, Ursula bent over delightfully, showing off that wonder ass of hers flanked in gorgeous black and red laced panties. She took Jason's half-mast cock and first warmed it, rolling it just inside her lips, teasing his p-hole delightfully as she stretched it right back and took the bulbous glans into her mouth with all the agreeable sounds one would expect from a keen woman enjoying herself in one of the many thrills of sexual diversions.

Gently downing his jeans to his knees she cupped his firm balls in one hand and gripped the now fully erect girth of his strong cock in the other, showing the camera her best aspects on the craft of cock sucking.

"Print it!" John said happily, that was remarkable Ursula We shall have a break now before the fuck scene.

Jason, deprived of the wonderful sensations as Ursula pulled away, laid there very flushed with a huge pumping erection.

When the cast went off for the refreshment cafe one of the production girls stayed behind to 'help Jason with his dilemma."

"Thank you baby, they just don't realize just how a red blooded guy like me cannot just turn it on and off like a tap."

"This is no tap" the girl announced as she firmly rubbed him up stiffly.

"That is why I love you, Janice. You are always there to rescue me. Baby, jerk it a bit more to the left, like you always do, Mmm. that's nice. You are good to put up with me doing this work, but you know it is just work, the only girl I go for big time is you"

"But I bet you still enjoy fucking Ursula just the same"

"Only by imagining it is you."

"Even when you do it in her ass with her, we don't do that, Jason."

"We can try?"

She finished jerking him off and with a little sucking he had cum.

In the meantime, in there café, the assistant director called Barbara, was eager to know how Ursula rated Janice as a joint porn star; "I love the way you oral him, now I am looking at you eating that jam and dream doughnut" she chuckled.

"Let's be frank Babs, one cock is much like another when you get down to it, maybe some are smaller, some larger but Jason does me well. I have sucked a few cocks off now to know and I would say Jason ticked all the right boxes. And the doughnut removed the taste of cock." She giggled.

"You don't like the taste then?"

"Well you know how it is, you must do it with Jack?"

"I do of course, and we both enjoy it, same as he does with me. But it is different for you doing it without emotion isn't it?"

"It is like anything else one does in life, one gets used to it, it helps if you like the guy like I do Jason, but at the end of the day I know he is crazy about his girl and I would not want to encroach on that.

"We humans all have our own scent and Jason is no exception. I have no problem with that, that is why "I can suck him to my heart's content and enjoy the suck fervently as I know does he. I look forward to the next scene leading up to the fuck when we discover all about enjoying each other orally.

"I can take him easily into my mouth and it is lovely when he sheds his load, to think I have done that and for doing that I reap my reward."

"Do you like that then, Jason climaxing into your mouth. You certainly look like you do but then you could be simply acting the part?"

"I always enjoy tasting sweet Jason, I can feel when he is ready in his balls, I am thinking it is my job to milk him to the core and when he cums, that is what it is like, like I am suckling his cream and it is divine."

"I must say Ursula I love it when it dribbles out of the corners of your mouth. If the truth be known lots of the things you do for the film has inspired me to try with mine" Barbara confessed. "And he simply loves it. He has a keen and lovely cock just my right for me and when we fuck we do it to music. Like the 1812 overture and Wow! When those loud drums play at the same time we reach the crescendo. I can tell you that is really gratifying and I feel well fucked afterwards."

"I often wonder where we would be without sex Ursula."

"We just wouldn't exist!" 

"Thanks heaven for existence then that is what I say Ursula"

"Have you done anal yet Babs?" 

"We have talked about it; I am worried it will hurt."

"Practice makes perfect, just try some anal dildo's first, you can pick them up at Ann Summers, they have all sorts of wonderful adaptations that will make it nice for you, and it can be great fun too."

"I know Ursula."

"Then you have tried them?"

"Not on me, on him. Now he would like to try them on me, or should I say in me."

"I had a guy wanted that once, I finished up fucking him with a strap -on. Poor sod. But whatever turns you on I guess?"

"Yes mine has hinted about a strap on."

"Well there is only one way, give it a try and don't be shy I say."

"I must say I am curious, Ursula. I can speak to you."

"I guess because I have had so many guys in my line huh?"

Barbara grinned; "I guess so, but do what you are good at huh?"

"I would add to that: do what you are good at and enjoy and get paid for it."

"You have it made Ursula, you really do, you are magnificent. I could watch you for ages, you do enjoy your work so much and it shows."

"Well something else will be showing soon, just for the camera and pining for it's sweet, sweet cock. Sucking is great and I do love to suck, but it really gets ones quinny in a real rumpus - the feel and the pliability of it moving in your mouth is wonderful, so flexible too, that's what I like, when I am sucking I can imagine it going onto me, all that hot well sucked cock ready for action. It is marvelous."

"I reckon mine is in for a treat tonight, the way you have made me on heat, just talking like that, you don't realize how much karma you have."

Soon the break was over, "Time to get sucking!" laughed Ursula " I hope he wont mind the sticky jam and cream still in my mouth. But I shall soon suck that off, it could be fun."

The director John returned to the studio with the cast and queried why Jason didn't join them.

"And Janice didn't come either" Noted Ursula giving Jason a wink..

"I hope you have got something left" yelled John picking up Ursula's connotation.

"Ursula will remedy that" Jason assured with a smile and Ursula was there, beside him where they left off, apparently eager to get started again.

"I hope you cleaned him off" she said.

"Janice did that"

"Lucky girl - now it is my turn, in for a dime, in for a buck huh?"

"Certainly something that rhymes with buck" he grinned.

"Now get into character you two" advised John and where the continuity girl? She need to adjust Jason's jeans to just how they were at the finish of the last scene.

The continuity girl was there like a flash, pulling down Jason's jeans not blinking an eyelid in seeing Jason's brand new erection, ready for business and Ursula's sweet, sweet manipulations. What she could do with fingers and mouth was a real eye opener and David didn't want to miss single moment. He'd get a secret picture on his phone for later that would do him nicely for later beneath the sheets.

He certainly wouldn't mind a sniff for good measure and on seeing the forthcoming scene he notes that was written into the story board.

Ursula taking his head in her hands and directing into the space between her knees so he could sniff under her skirt it. She moaning with pleasure grateful that Jason enjoyed that, all for the camera and when she enticingly parted her thighs he enjoyed the gradual swell all up beneath hers skirt.

He did the motions for the camera, sniffing her there between her between that gorgeous dark place, she prompting him to user his tongue there, over her soft silk panties.

She parted her thighs, lifting the left leg up so her heel was placed on the edge of the settee, which gave Jason good stead to really get a good access to her quinny, tucked neatly inside her panties, warm and most to feel with his tongue as he licked her through them, sensed her quinny become more moist and he was in his element, sniffing and tasting her pure womanhood that way, she after a short while, covering his head with her skirt which looked so good for the camera and David saw that the camera man had a good hard on beneath his shorts and he did too, How could any guy not be sexually inspired by such a scene. David wished he was Jason right now, he could really do with that. Just to watch Ursula do those things with Jason was magical and made him feel so good. He certainly couldn't wait for bedtime when he could enjoy those stimulating pictures and soon excused himself by taking a brief exit to the bathroom. It was so primed and ready and David easily reached a super climax with the pictures fresh in his mind.

But tome to return to the set where Ursula had just perched herself over Jason's torso and enjoying wiggling and swaying over him in such a way her hand was working her quinny, preparing for its ultimate fuck, rubbing herself up against his propped up stiff cock, he groaning and moaning in ecstasy. It was so nice and so wonderful to watch a real life couple doing wonderful things with each other. It was obvious to David why pornography of this quality was so popular and he had thoughts of maybe taking the same direction himself;.

Doing a recent survey it was found that 47% of those surveyed liked and watched pornography, even couples together who said it was a learning curve which gave them great ideas to keep their relationship fresh.

Seriously I must think hard about this. Perhaps with the Alfred Hitchcock style of shooting a movie - thrown in with a touch of suspense to add to an intimate scene of a couple fucking it could be a real hit

There is no end to the adoptions' I could do.

Meanwhile, back to the scene in front of me...

Stretched across Jason she moved up slow motion to his face, just allowing him a sniff and that's all, It was big tease time and Jason craved for a taste. She massaged her nipples to tease him more. She rubbed up his throbbing cock and teased the p-hole with fingertips but still denying him a sniff of her.

She twisted and turned for the camera giving variations of her femininity in close up. The director suggested she run her fingers around and around it to widen it.

"Like this Mr. Director?"

"Just right, that's nice, very nice and you look perfect in your hold up stockings since you have removed your panties"

At last Ursula decided to take Jason out of his misery, moved up to his face again and gave him a good squelch of her now very wet quinny and he sucked like a baby.

He so enjoyed that, she had teased him so much he was desperate for it, she loved to smothered him when he was so hot, still holding herring hand behind her to wank him as he sucked he deep, his tongue plunging inside her so wonderfully.

It wouldn't be long now before the ultimate fuck and they were both delirious for that.

They made the best movies together for John the director because they did it with full feeling and the chemical attraction they had for each other.

And the short fuck with his girlfriend during lunch break had acted like a rehearsal for what was to come, And to show her his thanks and also that he loved her, he would thoroughly spoil and fuck her tonight that was for certain. We was some red blooded guy who could shag several times a day if needed.

John took advantage of that and joined hi sometimes with two or three other during the day creating interest of all his viewing customers who liked their deviations, some preferring blondes to brunettes and so forth. Others liking to concentrate on anal sex and Jason was good at that. He loved to fuck a girl with a prominent ass loving to hear his balls pound her thighs each time he thrust into her, looking all the more delectable wearing sometimes a thing which he could prize away.

Jason and Ursula had it made and deciding to try himself, this wonderful craft of making pornography films and videos David decided t go for it.

He would have loved to employ Ursula and Jason but they were under contract with John and he certainly didn't want to fall out with him.

So he would have to do a bit of scouting around. John did give him a couple of good leads, said to try them on the casting couch.

It was a whole new opening for David.



Give It All Away



Snow gently fell outside the tiny bedroom window. The sun hadn't shone through the gray clouds in days. Kimberly looked down at her little sister, Beth, where she lay in bed. Young Kimberly had been taking turns with Mama, sitting at her sister's bedside. Beth shivered with fever and Kimberly wiped the sweat off her sister's brow. Papa had been out looking for work, from sun up til sun down, for the past several months, but none had been found. Kimberly was young but no simple headed girl. She knew that the money was all but gone, spent on food and rent. She knew that her sister would die in this bed without the medicine that they could not afford. The meager amount of money that was left would not cover the rent and when Mr. McGuffry came to collect they would be thrown into the street. Her heart weighed heavy. 

The front door opened and heavy boots slowly dragged inside. It was Papa. There was still no work to be found. Today was collection day. She heard Mama muffle her cry and without seeing it, she knew that Papa shared the disappointing news with the simple shake of his head.

Kimberly had spent many a long night trying to think of a way to help her family. She knew that if Papa couldn't find work in one of the factories or warehouses than neither would she. He was much taller and stronger than she. Secretly, she had gone around the village knocking on doors and sometimes begging for any small job that they could pay her a little bit of money for. The village was poor and the only person that would help her was an angry woman who put her to work scrubbing floors for a stale loaf of bread. That woman had even paddled Kimberly's backside when she scrubbed too slowly.

The thought turned her stomach in knots but she knew what needed to be done. She knew that she needed to offer herself to Mr. McGuffry, in lieu of rent. As if the thought had summoned Him, a loud banging on the door startled her out of her seat. She hadn't expected Him so soon! Taking one last look at her sister and giving her a gentle, goodbye kiss on the forehead, Kimberly stepped out of the small bedroom and quiet shut the door. She listened to Papa beg Mr. McGuffry for more time and watched the landlord's merciless reply with His upraised hand.

"You've had more than enough time to come up with this month's rent, Louder! You and your wretched family have until tomorrow morning to be out of my house. I'll put a paying family in here."

"But my youngest daughter is very sick." Papa begged. "She will die if you make us leave."

"Than you should have thought about that when you slothed your money away."

Kimberly knew that Papa's begging would gain no ground and stepped forward. "Mr. McGuffry..."

The older man looked at her sharply. "What do you want, child?!"

"Sir..." she took a deep, shuddering breath. "If You will let my family stay here I will offer myself as Your servant, Sir."

"No!" Papa roared.

"Papa," she replied quietly and they shared a knowing look. They both knew this was the only way.

"Hmmm..." McGuffry looked her up and down.

He had admired her from a distance each time He came to collect rent. Her body was smooth and slender but her breasts were large. He had spent many a night imagining what they looked like unclothed as he lay in bed pleasuring himself.

"It's done than." McGuffry looked at Papa. "As long as the girl remains in my service you may remain here free of charge."

Mama grabbed Kimberly and hugged her tightly. "I love you, my daughter." She chocked through her tears. "You can always come back."

"I know, Mama." She said returning the fierce hug.

After hugging Papa, Kimberly slipped on her ragged coat and followed McGuffry out the door and into his car. The driver followed the road out of the village toward the mansion that sat on the highest hill. Kimberly could not look the older man in the eye and watching the village pass was too painful, so she kept her gaze on the floor.

"Let's set some rules, girl." McGuffrey said sharply. "You belong to me as long your family remains in that house. You will do as I say, when I say."

"Yes, Sir." She quietly agreed.

"If you disobey me, I will send you back and your family will be out on the street." He waited for her agreement before he continued. "Now take off your clothes."

Kimberly's heart seized but she only paused for a moment before complying. She slowly unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off before lifting her one piece print dress over her head. Her family was much too poor to afford the undergarments that other women wore and she now sat completely naked.

"One last rule," a malicious grin crossed His face. "From now on, you will call Me Master."

She blinked away the mist in her eyes as a blush covered her body. "Yes, Master."

"Good. Now kneel in front of Me." 

The back seat of His limousine was spacious and she had no problem kneeling before Him. He slipped out of his black leather gloves and began fondling her breasts. Kimberly closed her eyes, trying to block Him out. He squeezed her nipples hard and her eyes quickly opened.

"Don't try to shut Me out, little girl. You belong to Me!"

He slapped her breast to sharpen His point and it bounced for him. He laughed as the blush deepened on her cheeks and continued to fondle her breasts. A light moan came from His throat and He opened His pants. Kimberly had never seen a penis before. She had only heard stories from girls at school. His long and thick member sprung from His pants and He licked his lips.

"Have you ever seen a cock before, pet?"

She didn't like the name but said nothing and slowly shook her head.

"Touch it." He ordered.

Slowly she reached out with her finger and touched it. Rubbing it with her one finger He looked down at her with an impatient look on His face. She knew this wasn't good enough and wanted to stop but the thought of her sister, lying in bed; helpless with fever, flitted across her mind and she knew that she would have to let go of her old life and accept this knew life and her Master's rules for the sake of her family. She wrapped her slender fingers around His cock and slowly moved her hand up and down. His head fell back on the seat and another moan sounded from His throat. Up and down, she moved her hand faster until He grabbed her wrist.

"Are you a virgin, pet?"

"Yes, Master." she kept her eyes down, He seemed to like it that way.

"Get up here and straddle My lap."

Obediently she stood and let Him guide her across His lap. When He rested the head of His cock against her pussy He grabbed her shoulders and roughly pulled her down. Kimberly screamed in pain as His long, thick cock rammed into her tight little pussy.

"That's a good girl..." He breathed and began thrusting into her.

Helpless under His grip, Kimberly bounces painfully on His cock. In a minute His balls tighten and He squirts His hot cum into her. When she slumps against Him He pushes her aside and she lands on the carpeted floor, His cum trickling onto her legs and between her ass cheeks.

"Dress yourself, pet. We're home."



Give It Away



Note: This is part one of two. The Second Part is called 'Give It Away – Reprise".

I can't get this song out of my head so I might as well write about it. It's by George Strait and I consider it to be one of the finest country songs ever – and I know that takes in a lot of territory. 

'Give it Away" has great lyrics, a compelling rhythm and melody and one of the smoothest singers – George Strait has that impeccable sense of timing that the very best singers have. The lyrics and music for this song are by Jamey Johnson, Bill Anderson and Buddy Cannon.

Thanks to techsan for being there for me – first-rate editor that he is. And thanks to Lady Cibelle for her feedback, encouragement and kind words. 

A special thanks to DG Hear for trying to make me believe I can write as good as he says I can. It surely does make me want to keep trying!

STRUGGLES – JERRY'S STORY

She was stormin' through the house that day,
An' I could tell she was leavin'.
An' I thought, "Aw, she'll be back."

- George Strait

We had been fighting a lot; some weeks it seemed like every day. Most of it was small stuff: she wanted a new car and I wanted a new HD plasma TV. She wanted to go to Montego Bay for vacation and I wanted to go to Durango. I wanted kids; she didn't. She wanted to go out partying all the time and I liked to kind of hang around the house – I worked hard and liked to relax on my time off.

Maybe part of it is that I was ten years older than Cindy. I'm forty-two and she's just over thirty and we had been married for ten years. I kept up with her for a while but lately I've just been so damned tired.

It's not like we didn't try to work it out. A couple of months ago we did go for two weeks of lying on the beach at South Padre Island – a compromise choice that neither of us was really happy with. It wasn't the place so much – it turned out we both loved it – it was just that we both knew it wasn't what we wanted to do. I did feel though that this would give us the time alone together to rebuild our love and our marriage.

Unfortunately the vacation turned into a kind of daily bickering war. Each of us would take pot shots at the other – cheap shots really – and while we didn't exactly fight we didn't achieve the reconciliation that I had hoped for.

And now we were back and she was storming all through the house. She seemed restless – I had the feeling she had made some kind of decision but for some reason she didn't want to tell me about it. 

I was sitting in the living room in the half dark of twilight holding a beer that was already turning warm from neglect. She walked in and from her actions she apparently hadn't see me sitting there.

She looked at the picture on the wall, my favorite picture of her. It was taken during the Dinner Cruise on San Francisco bay. She was at the front of the boat leaning casually against the rail, the constant breeze on the bay streaming her long, heavy tresses of raven black hair. The background was perfectly formed: the sun was setting over the Golden Gate, the sky was on fire with the clouds saturated with color ranging from a pale, almost transparent pink at the higher levels to a deep red, almost purple closer to the water.

The picture was framed just right with the best that nature and man could provide only serving to accentuate her God-given beauty. Her hand was at her throat, resting on the pearl necklace that had been my wedding present to her. The diamond ring on her finger caught one of the few glances of sunshine remaining and it glowed with an inner beauty.

The ring was special to me. Although I was a detective with the Johnson County Sheriff's Office, my family had been in the jewelry business in the Kansas City area for three generations. My Uncle Hiram had worked with me to design a ring. It had a one-carat aquamarine – a gem-quality of transparent beryl (similar to an emerald) – flanked by almost colorless diamonds of three-quarter carat and one-half carat. This was set on a platinum ring. 

I don't know what this would have cost me - I'd guess around eight grand - but Hiram had never married and I was his only nephew so I got it for an affordable price considering my salary.

Anyway, Cindy was staring at the picture for what must have been a full minute. She was shaking her head, slowly, and I could see her shoulders slump. Then she turned abruptly, decisively away from the picture with her posture firmed. I knew at that instant our marriage was over. She was leaving me.

BEGINNINGS – CINDY'S STORY

That picture from our honeymoon,
That night in Frisco Bay: just give it away.

- George Strait

While I was growing up in Limon in eastern Colorado everyone told me I was pretty. When I went to the University of Kansas to study architecture, they started calling me beautiful. I was never comfortable with either of these descriptions. I didn't like to be pigeon holed – to be put in someone else's box with them thinking they knew me. When I looked in a mirror, I just saw ... me. I was who I was.

That's not to say I didn't realize I was attractive – it's just that it wasn't important to me. I was always well groomed: nice clothes, always clean and neat, and I was blessed with this hair that I considered my best feature. I wore it long, hanging down over my shoulders in a flowing fountain of black with highlights of bluish-black. I wasn't tall but I wasn't short either. I didn't think much about my body; it just felt right for my height.

I liked men and considering the little I'd had of it, I liked sex. I'd had only two brief affairs - both with other students – one in my first year at KU and one last year, my junior year.

I met Jerry Knox at the dance after the homecoming game: a nice 23-15 win over Colorado. I was the homecoming queen and was escorted to the dance by this arrogant quarterback that thought he was God's gift to women. I danced the first dance with him but, as soon as he started making inappropriate touches, I just stopped, stared at him for a minute and walked away ... right into the arms of Jerry. 

He was walking alongside the edge of the dance floor to his table with a drink in his hand. Luckily it was a vodka tonic so the small amount of the drink that splashed over my dress wasn't a disaster. He looked so chagrined that I gave him a big smile, brushed off his apologies and retired to the powder room to salvage what I could of my dress. It turned out not to be too bad but I stayed in there a few minutes to let my dress dry while I was chatting with a friend from my dorm.

When I got out Jerry was standing there looking like a lost puppy. He had two fresh drinks in his hand and I knew he was going to make a pass. Instinctively I got ready for my brush-off routine, which I had down to a science. If he told me I was pretty, I was going to kick him in the shins and spill the drinks all over him.

Instead, his face lit up in a huge grin and he told me, 'You have the nicest smile I have ever seen. Will you join me for a minute so I can properly apologize?"

I looked at him closer and liked what I saw. He was a few inches taller than me with a slender build on what looked like a runner's body. I found out later he had won the conference championship in the quarter and half mile track races when he had been at KU ten years earlier. He had short brown hair with a cowlick above his right eye giving him an aura of being a fun-loving rascal. But what melted my heart, and made my breath catch with a hitch were his warm brown eyes. 

All in all I got this mixed sense of a guy that was fun to be with but one that had a sense of sadness in his eyes – like looking into the eyes of a Basset hound.

I followed him back to his table – he was with two couples there for the tenth reunion that was going on concurrently with the homecoming – and wound up staying with him for the rest of the evening. 

He turned out to be a surprisingly good dancer and before the evening was over I was half in love with him. He was a rookie with the Johnson County Sheriff's office driving a patrol car. He had a lot of funny stories about things that happened. What I liked about him was the sense that he was a nice guy that treated me with an easy courtesy. He didn't fawn over me telling me how pretty I was and sprout some line to try to get into my pants; although right then I'm not sure that I would have had any objection.

While resting between dances, we were talking and the quarterback came around acting like he owned me and I should get up and be honored to dance with him. I looked up and cut him with a sharp glance, 'I'm sorry but I'm busy. I danced once with you and that was more than enough."

I know it was unkind, maybe even a bit cruel, but I had less than zero interest in him and more than lots of interest in Jerry. He shot me a dirty look, something that looked like, 'Up yours, bitch!" and walked away. My heart did not go pitter-patter.

I had a great time – the most fun I ever remembered having on a date – and this had turned into a date as far as I was concerned. We hit it off well enough that Jerry started driving over about once a month to see me. We kept it light, doing fun things. As the weather turned warmer we would go on picnics, sometimes just a drive around in the country. We seemed very much at ease with each other and I was beginning to feel what I considered to be love.

That might have been it for us ... meeting periodically and eventually drifting away from each other but when I graduated I was offered a position as a trainee with a well-known architectural firm in Overland Park – Jerry lived in Lenexa, about five miles away. We started going out with more regularity and gradually became more intimate.

One thing did bother me some but I didn't brood on it or anything. Jerry told me about it; I didn't feel comfortable with it but I did let it go.

This is what he told me:

I was on the night duty shift when my partner and I pulled a car over for driving erratically. I got out and walked over to the driver's window. Wayne, my partner, circled around the back right of the car and put his hand on his gun. 

I told the driver, an older man that looked kind of seedy and twitched like he was high on something, 'Put your hands on the steering wheel! Now get out slowly ... okay, put your hands on the roof, step back and spread your legs." Just then a big semi whizzed pass uncomfortably close and I turned to look at it.

I heard a rustling then I heard my partner holler, 'Freeze, asshole!"

The guy had a knife in his hand but when he heard Wayne's shout he dropped it. If Wayne had been careless and had not followed protocol, the guy might have killed me.

Jerry laughed while he was telling me this but I could tell it bothered him. Many times over the next ten years I wish I had let it bother me more. It might have saved us a lot of heartache ... well, heart break, really.

After about four months of dating we finally were intimate. I was hesitant for some reason. I had no reason to be but something was telling me to go slow. When it happened it wasn't planned or anything, it just ... happened.

Jerry was over at my apartment – it was close to Shawnee Mission North High School – for dinner. He had brought a couple bottles of Chianti and I made lasagna and a nice tossed salad. We finished one of the bottles while we were eating and were sitting on the sofa listening to music after dinner – talking, as we were wont to do.

We finished the wine and I took the empty bottle and the empty glasses back to the kitchen. When I got back I started to sit down next to Jerry but I caught my bare foot in the throw rug and wound up sitting on his lap instead of the sofa. We quite nicely settled into a kiss that quickly turned more passionate than we'd been before that night. I was relaxed from the wine and Jerry was clearly in lust.

Before either of us fully realized it we were both naked on the sofa – hormones and wine don't mix ... or I guess they do mix depending on your perspective. Jerry was a considerate lover – he didn't exactly ask, but I knew he was thoughtful of me in our embraces, our touches and finally in our coupling. I did have several intense orgasms, once on the sofa and twice after we moved into the bedroom. The other two guys I'd been with never came close to making me feel what I felt with Jerry.

The next morning I woke with my head on Jerry's shoulder. He slowly woke up which woke me up. He turned and started caressing my breast and I noticed a deep bruise on the upper part of his right arm. I pushed him away slightly and touched it, gently really. He unexpectedly winced so I guess it was painful for him. 

'Jerry, what's this? That's a pretty nasty bruise!"

He mumbled something, pulled me closer and put his hand on my stomach.

'Jerry," I said a bit sharper than I intended, 'How did you get this?

He sighed and sat up, leaning back against the headboard. He clearly didn't want to tell me what had happened but I insisted.

It happened a couple of days ago. We were patrolling Shawnee Mission County Park, the area near the picnic area on the south side of Shawnee Mission Lake; Wayne was driving. There had been a lot of problems lately with small time drug sales going on and we were doing more frequent patrols.

We were driving around with our lights off and we saw a dim light coming from a car behind the restroom next to the picnic tables. We slowly approached and saw that there were two cars. We lit up and turned on the siren. A guy was standing by one of the cars and froze, looking bewildered. The other car – its engine must have still been running – took off across the grass. 

He went south on Barkley Drive onto the South Park Entrance Road. When he turned right onto West 87th Street Parkway we were about a hundred yards behind. Wayne took the corner too fast and we spun out. Out patrol car started sliding in front of an oncoming car but Wayne wrenched it back to the right and we slid off the road and hit a tree.

It was nothing really. I went in for x-rays but it was only a deep bruise. 

But it seemed like something to me. I lay there thinking about all the things that could have happened and realized for the first time that Jerry's job was dangerous. Oh, I knew intellectually that it was but I'd never had the visceral feeling of fear I felt now. What would it be like to marry Jerry, have a couple of kids, and then have him die on me? I felt a clammy, cold chill grip me and went in to take a hot shower.

The next night while Jerry was working I realized I had to come to terms with my fears. I knew I loved Jerry like crazy ... and I always would. I knew from when I first started thinking about marriage that I was a one-man woman. Jerry would never have to worry about me cheating on him.

But could I deal with my fear of Jerry being hurt on the job? Maybe I was being irrational? Finally I decided I didn't have any choice – I had to push my fears away; I had to conquer them. Easier said than done, but I had to try.

I guess I did get over it but looking back years later I realized I should have talked to Jerry more about it. He loved his job so much that I knew he would be unhappy doing anything else. He loved me, I had no doubts about that, but I had to wonder whether he would choose his job or me if he had to pick. Maybe I was afraid of the answer.

We did get married about six months after that. I wanted to go home to Limon for the wedding but Jerry insisted we have it at the church we went to. 

'Cindy, all of our friends are here. All the people we both work with."

Again, I should have pressed harder on this. I agreed but I did feel some resentment about it.

The honeymoon though was special. San Francisco must be the most romantic place in the world for a young couple in love and lust. Neither of us had been there before. My dad got us a suite at the Mark Hopkins on Nob Hill. It was such a lovely place and when we weren't in bed we were sightseeing, our camera recording the beautiful places we visited.

I think the highlight for both of us was an evening dinner cruise on the bay. The sun was setting and the glow in my lovely ring took on a new life, energized by the dying ball of flame slowly sinking into the ocean. 

After we turned around at the mouth of the bay, we were facing that beautiful bridge; the lower part was in shadow, an inky darkness, and the twin towers stood proudly with their golden-red majesty. The bells on the buoys anchored near the rocky shoals sounded their sad, lonely warning – steadfastly ignorant of the lack of fog, soldiering on, their lonely clamor pricking some part of my heart with a cautious warning.

I shook off the feeling and we went in to dinner. Jerry wanted a bottle of Zinfandel for dinner but I, feeling a bout of contrariness, insisted on a bottle of Chardonnay that we had tasted during a visit to Bouchaine Vineyards. We had shared a bottle during a lunch at their charming picnic area.

As we argued about it Jerry noticed the wine steward smirking at us, so he told him, 'Fine. We'll have the Chard."

I wasn't happy I got the wine I wanted – it really wasn't all that important to me. For some reason I felt that I needed to keep my independence. The emotion I had was that tugging sense of loneliness that fills the heart on hearing the mournful cry of a train faintly heard in the quiet middle of the night. Later I did my best to make it up to Jerry. He did have a smile on his face when I gently woke him the next morning.

Our honeymoon turned out to be a good predictor of what our marriage was to be. There were periods of intense passion, of an almost regal happiness, interspersed by an increasing level of bickering ... a stupid stubbornness gradually drawing a line between the two of us.

About a year after we got married we moved into a large new home near where I worked in Overland Park. It was bigger than we needed but Jerry insisted we have room for a couple of kids.

It took me a couple of years to understand that what was between us - what was causing the problems - was Jerry's job. Every once in a while – not often but too regularly – there was something that could have turned out very badly for Jerry. He wasn't ever really harmed ... but it seemed he was always in harm's way.

It started bothering me more and more. I hated the fights we were always having and in some small ways I could feel my for him love fading. I loved Jerry very much; there was never anyone else or even the thought of someone else for me. I'd come to realize I'd made a big mistake in not having it out with him before we got married.

Now Jerry was too entrenched in his job. He loved his work, it was meaningful to him, and he cared about the people he worked with. Sure, I thought about various scenarios. But I knew from living with Jerry that giving up his job wasn't one of them. And I just couldn't live with my fear of him getting killed. 

The vacation in Texas was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back for me. First came the wrangling. I really wanted to go to Jamaica. One of the secretaries at work had gone and had tons of fun. She brought in this photo album that was just gorgeous. She had stayed at the Sandals Whitehouse European Village & Spa and loved it. It was a bit pricy but we had a lot of money saved. What was the money for if not for our happiness and maybe to bring us back closer together?

Jerry had started writing short stories as a way of relieving the stress of his job and was working on a novella about Mesa Verde. He had done a lot of research and made tons of notes but he had never been there. He wanted to take a bunch of pictures and see first-hand what the area was like.




Give It Away: Reprise



Note: This is part two of two. The First Part is called "Give It Away." Make sure you read the first part before reading this. 

A number of folks, including my significant other and The Wanderer felt "Give It Away" wasn't finished -- that there was more to be told.

Thanks to techsan for being there for me -- first-rate editor that he is. Thanks to Lady Cibelle for her sage advice.

A special thanks to The Wanderer for keeping me on the straight and narrow.

THE METH LAB - CINDY'S STORY

The call came at two in the dark cold morning. Jerry was in surgery at the KU Medical Center in Kansas City, Kansas.

When we parted due to my fear of his being killed in his job with the Sheriff's Department, I quit my position with the architectural firm in Overland Park and moved to Kansas City. I was teaching part time at the University of Missouri Kansas City in the Architecture Studies program and had taken a partnership with a small firm near the school. My town house was also near the school and about eight miles northeast -- and across the state line - from where Jerry still lived.

The call I received was from Lt. Joe McCay, Jerry's boss. I was no longer listed as Jerry's next of kin but Joe had been to our house with his wife a couple of times and, fairly often in the summer, Joe and Mary held a backyard picnic for the people that worked for him. It was actually Mary that had my number. 

I had been meeting her for lunch every three or four weeks; she was a big help in understanding how Jerry felt about his job and how she dealt with the fear. The thing that she told me that caused me to look anew at my relationship with Jerry was when she talked about how she handled the demons of being married to a cop.

"Cindy, you had it backwards about having children. Yeah, Joe has a dangerous job. But if something does happen to him he will live on in our two kids. I will have them and my cherished memories to keep him close to my heart. Joe loves what he does and I could never ask him to walk away from that.

"Does that mean I never felt that fear, that worry that 'tonight was the night?' Of course I did! The times he was on stakeout or the year he spent on undercover work would keep me awake late at night, wondering. But I was also proud of him. He was doing what he wanted to do and was meant to do. Cindy, I married him for what he was. If I made him change, he wouldn't be the man I fell in love with."

~~~~~~

At that time of night, it took me just twenty minutes to get to the hospital. Mary was waiting for me in the emergency room waiting area. We hugged each other, crying, unable to speak for a few minutes.

We moved over to the sofa and sat down.

"I don't know too much, Cindy. I believe it was a raid on a meth lab and there was some kind of explosion. Dave is in surgery; I think there is some problem with his leg and a possible concussion.

She went to get some coffee and I sat there reflecting, remembering how I had screwed our lives up. 

I knew how wrong I was within a month of my walking out on Jerry. The reality of the pain in my heart was much more than any pain I could have imagined even if Jerry had died. I cried a lot in my lonely townhouse. The empty bed mocked me at night. I thought about all the things we had fought about ... they seemed so minor now.

How many times had I picked up that phone to call my husband? I had insisted on a divorce but I really hadn't wanted it. Even though we have been apart for four months, I have remained faithful to him. I know how badly I hurt Jerry ... how could I have done that to the man I loved?

If I called him now, what could I say? How could he still love me? I guess I was afraid of what he would say. We were divorced but I felt we were still in a state of stasis -- with nothing resolved except for some paperwork. I could fool myself into believing things would work out. I didn't like myself much anymore!

Mary came back from the cafeteria with coffee for both of us. The heat from the paper cup warmed my hands but at the same time my heart was gripped in an icy embrace of fear.

Later, Joe came in and told us more about what had happened. 

"Jerry was on a stakeout at a suspected meth lab. We were concerned because it was in a high-density area of older apartments and homes with a lot of children and older people -- many of them infirm - living nearby. About fifteen percent of meth labs experience a fire and/or an explosion at some point in time. 

"Meth, a stimulant that has become the drug of choice in many parts of Kansas and Missouri, is typically made in small ad hoc laboratories. The object is to transform pseudoephedrine, a key ingredient in many over-the-counter cold remedies, into methamphetamine. The production process requires several potentially volatile reactions produced when various chemicals, including brake fluid, lye and lantern fuel, are combined over heat.

"We had the house under surveillance for several days, waiting for someone to pickup a shipment. We wanted to see if we could get the distributor. When the guy we had been waiting for showed up and went in the house, we moved in. We don't know exactly what triggered it but there was, luckily, a relatively small explosion. One of the men in the building was killed and two more are over in the burn center, with serious burns.

"With the flash from the explosion Jerry, was blinded for a second and the buyer had dived into him trying to escape. His shoulder hit his knee from the side. This was a big guy, well over 250. When Jerry fell he banged his head on something. We got this from our guy who was right behind him. And, yes, we did get the buyer. It turns out the FBI has been looking for him for two years.

"They just finished the initial surgery. Jerry's okay, but he will need at least one additional operation. The head injury turned out not to be a problem, four or five stitches.

"Cindy, the doc said Jerry will walk again but probably always with at least a small limp. This is going to be hard on him -- it looks like he will get a full medical disability. He will need a lot of support for the recuperation and therapy. He will need even more support for the impact of not being able to do the job he loves so much.

"I have to ask you this, Cindy. Do you still love Jerry?"

THE DAWNING OF A NEW DAY -- JERRY'S STORY

I lay there, considering all that my surgeon and my boss had told me.

The doc made it clear that while I would be able to walk, my knee would never be able to withstand any major stress. Lieutenant McKay -- Joe - had made it even clearer that my time at the Sheriff's Department had ended. Joe knew that I would never stay there with a desk job and hadn't even offered it.

"Damn! The god's have conspired against me this year. First Cindy breaking my heart and that meth distributor breaking my knee."

I dozed off and awoke with the stir of someone entering my room.

"I gotta check you out, honey. When I finish, there is a real purty gal out there waitin' to see you. How y'all feelin'?"

When the nurse had sorted me out, Cindy entered the room. She stood just inside the door, tears in her eyes. I sensed that she wasn't sure if I wanted her to come in.

"It's okay, Cindy, come on in. I'm already being treated for pain, so a little more won't hurt."

She flinched when I said that and didn't move.

"I'm sorry, honey, come here." 

I put out my arm and she started walking -- running the last few steps -- and sat on the edge of the bed, laying on my chest, and started bawling. There was no other word for it. I guessed she had been holding too much in for too long and she had to let it out.

The nurse walked to the doorway to see what was wrong. With a glance I looked her away and I lay there with my arm still up in the air and Cindy on my chest, shaking now as she cried her pain away. I dropped my arm over her back and patted and rubbed, trying to gentle her.

I tried to analyze how I felt -- but I couldn't. Too much had happened ... I just couldn't ... I felt myself slipping away, realized the nurse had given me something to ease my pain.

When I woke from the light showing through the window I could see it was somewhere around the middle of the day. I could hear the clatter of the carts, as lunches were being distributed and eaten.

Cindy was asleep in the chair beside the bed. Her face was blotched from crying and her body was twitching, like a puppy having a bad dream. Her face was not a face of repose. I had the wry thought that maybe I could share some of my meds with her.  

Still, twitching, blotches, pain and all, it was a beautiful face. The rush of love I felt for her humbled me. I was bitter, sure, but that didn't lessen my love for her. But I didn't think I liked her very much for what she had done. Not just what she had done but the way she had done it. That was what had hurt so badly.

The divorce had gone through faster that I wanted and I had tried dating but it didn't work for me. I wasn't in any hurry to find a new woman with whom to start the pain all over again. 

The nurse came in with lunch and Cindy woke up, a bewildered look on her face. She looked at me, then turned and went into the small restroom, doing whatever women do when they wake up. That was one of the mysteries of life, like women's purses, that I had never figured out.

She came back and stood by the bed as I finished eating my lunch - chopped liver or something else as mysterious and tasteless.

"Jerry, how do you feel?"

"I have a lot of pain," I answered. Looking at my knee, I said, "There, and here," I continued as I put my hand over my heart.

If I could read the quick grimace on her face correctly, I could tell that she "got it."

She sat uneasily on the side of the bed.

"Jerry, I'm ... I'm sorry. Oh, so sorry!"

With that, she quickly stood up and ran out the door. Women. I was left alone with my indigestible lunch, and the throbbing pain in both my knee and my heart.

I tried to tell myself that it was good that she apologized. But then why did she run away? Women!

CRY ME A RIVER -- CINDY'S STORY

When I got back to my lonely abode, I felt washed out. I was so tired and ... listless. 

I was an emotional wreck and was smart enough to realize I needed some downtime. School was out of session so all I needed to do was call my partner, Tony Platt. He understood when I explained to him about Jerry.

"Sure, Cindy, not a problem. We have a design review coming up on the Talbot building but I can put that off for a couple of weeks. The specs are all in the Talbot folder so if you could just do a review as you have time go ahead and take two weeks. From what I read in the paper this morning, he sounds like quite a guy!"

I took a long shower and opened a bottle of the twenty-year-old Palo Cortado sherry from Lustau that Jerry had given me last Christmas. I had meant to share it with him, but now ... it was a dry oloroso. Good sherry was one of my vices.

I poured a healthy glass and, putting a CD by Julie London on, I went to bed early. I listened to her singing, "Cry Me a River" and that's sure what I felt like doing - crying a river of tears.

As I lay there I realized I had put my ghosts to bed forever. Jerry had been hurt; he might have been killed. I felt his pain, but it was his pain, not mine. What hurt me was that when something actually did happen to him -- I wasn't there to support him. When he needed me, really needed me, I wasn't there.

That was my shame and I had to find a way to make it right with him. I knew he loved me still - although I sometimes wondered why. I had been such a bitch. I had to find a way to make things right with him. It was going to be hard for him to leave his chosen life and I wanted to walk beside him on the journey, hand in hand, step by step.

Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the new clarity of my understanding of what Jerry meant to me and how important his love was, but I slept soundly and woke up refreshed and feeling better about myself than I had for years.

I realized, of course, that it wasn't as simple as kiss and make up. It would be hard and take a lot of forgiveness from Jerry and even more patience by me, but we could do it. We had to.

I wasn't going to dump it all on him at once. I would show him my love, support him, and when he wanted to talk I would try to say the right things, the things I felt in my heart.

There was one thing I was going to be stubborn about. I stopped by Jerry's house, our house I said to myself positively. I still had the key to the front door and I assumed he hadn't changed the combination to the safe. I found what I needed and went to the hospital to see Jerry and to try to start putting our love together again.

MOVING FORWARD -- JERRY'S STORY

Joe and Mary had stopped by -- he had some ideas he wanted to run by me.

We talked about them, then Joe asked, "I did like having to take you off regular duty, but you know I didn't have any choice."

"Yeah, Joe, I know. Sure, if I had my druthers I'd be there for roll call every day. Honestly, I don't know how I'll deal with it. It might be the hardest thing I've ever done or it might be the easiest. 

"I've lain here thinking about it and what I will miss most will be the adrenalin rush that comes when we put it on the line. I like to think I'm more than a one-dimensional person. I would be very disappointed in myself if I couldn't step up and make a new life.

"What really hurts is that Cindy is not here to walk by my side in all this. I feel better about how she has handled things. I couldn't give up the law enforcement work voluntarily -- even if it would have saved my marriage. Now? Hell, I don't know. It's been lonely and I ... well I've never stopped loving her. I just don't know, Joe."

Mary lingered to chat with me.

"Jerry, if I'm out of line, let me know. I don't know if you knew or not but I've been having lunch with Cindy fairly often since she -- well, since she left you. I know how hurt you were but you do understand that she never stopped loving you, don't you?"

I started to explode with my first thought: "Well, if she loved me so much, why did she throw her ring at me and tell me to give it away? Why did she insist on a divorce?" I realized I was clenching my fists and had half risen up.

I leaned back with a sigh and relaxed. "Yeah, Mary, I know. That's the hell of it. She had this damn obsession with something happening to me on the job and it ate her alive. If she had just talked to me, or ... I don't know, Mary. Sometimes it was so hard to live with her but I never really doubted that she loved me."

Looking sad, Mary replied, "We talked a lot about her fears of your getting killed on the job during our lunches and I shared with her that I had the same fears. I told her how I had handled it -- how having kids made it easier rather than harder. She cried when I told her that."

I nodded; Cindy not wanting children had always confused and troubled me. When I first met her she talked about having kids all the time. 

"Jerry, could you at least be open to her, listen to what she says, see how she acts?"

Considering that, I nodded again, "I'm having some trouble believing anything will be different ... although I guess I won't be in harm's way anymore, though. Well, except for driving my car," I added with a wry grin.

"Mary, I won't go through what I lived with again."

"I know, Jerry. I really do understand; just give her a chance, okay?"

She kissed me on the forehead and walked out, leaving a lot of thoughts churning around in my head. 

The doctor came in and told me that the remaining surgery couldn't be scheduled until my knee healed somewhat.

"It will be about three or four weeks before your knee is ready. Your insurance gives you two options. I can refer to a nearby short term care facility that can give you the necessary care. It's convenient but I understand it's not the same as being at home.

"Your other choice would be to go home and have round the clock nursing care. A company we work with can provide around the clock nursing care for you. I'll have someone stop by and explain the details and help you make a decision."

I lay there and thought about it. I guessed I had already made up my mind. I wanted to be at home.

Cindy came in with a smile on her face. She looked much nicer: her makeup was carefully done and she was wearing a pale blue blouse with a navy blue skirt. It was a new combination, not anything I'd seen before. My heart gave a lurch; she looked like she was still in college. My God, what a beautiful woman she was.

She came to the bed and sat down on the edge, leaning in and kissing me gently on the lips. I don't think she noticed how high her skirt had slid up her creamy white thighs -- I sure noticed though.

She smiled, and asked, "How do you feel, Jerry? You look much better." She studied me for a bit, and added, "Yes, you don't look so drawn. Either the pain is less or they are giving you more of that happy juice."

She took my hand in her lower one, caressing the top of my hand with the other. I felt something hard and took her hand, holding it up in front of my face. She had her ring on, that beautiful ring Hiram had made those years ago. I looked at her, a question in my eyes.

She just nodded, and started talking, "How long do you have to stay in the hospital? Joe said there would be at least one more round of surgery, is that true?" She sounded more, I don't know, more sure of herself.

She seemed quite pleasant -- like she had been when I first met her. I told her what the doctor had said and added the bit about extended care and what I had decided.

"Jerry, that's fine about the nursing. I know there are things that have to be done. I can design a house but I don't know anything about that stuff. But, I'd like to be there also. I can be there except during the day."

I looked at her, trying to figure out where she was coming from.

"Jerry, that is, well, if you want me to. If it's okay with you ... you know ... "

She tapered off at the end -- running out of steam, a hitch in her voice. I looked closely at her face. There was a hint of dampness in her eyes, a light tightness at the edges. She had taken on an air of quiet desperation. I could see this was really important to her. She wasn't nearly as self-confident as she had appeared to be. 

I glanced down at her legs and could see a faint hint of what might be lacy, light blue panties. Or, it could have just been a gleam in my eye. There could be an upside to all this I thought. I didn't really have any objection and it did seem so important to her.

I smiled, and said, "Sure, Cindy. It would be nice."

Her face was instantly transformed by a wonderful smile and the tenseness around her eyes went away.

"Good! I'll go over and clean the house and stock the fridge and the pantry."

"Cindy, you don't have to ... " but she was gone; the memory of her beauty caused a sudden discomfort with the damn catheter. I was at once extra glad that it was coming out later in the day. The doctor had the nurse put it in because he wanted as little movement the first day as possible from me.

I dozed off and when I woke up the nurse told me I could go home in two more days.

FORWARD AND ONWARD -- CINDY'S STORY

I got to the house around noon. There wasn't much to eat so I called out for Chinese. I went through the kitchen making out a shopping list. I'd take care of that after I visited Jerry again.

Even though it was hot out -- summer in Kansas can be brutal -- the house felt cold ... and empty. I cleaned frantically, almost compulsively. During a break I called a hospital rental place and ordered an extra wide hospital bed. I dragged some of the furniture out of Jerry's office so the bed could go in there. I figured I could sleep in Jerry's room -- the one that used to be ours.




Give It Away: Reprise



I went up, took a shower and put on the clean clothes I'd brought with me. I dressed up nice for Jerry and went in to see him again. God, how could I have lived away from this man for four months? I was on pins and needles after just a few hours.

I arrived at the hospital around six. Jerry looked much better. His color was good and he didn't seem as groggy from the drugs. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss like I was his wife - which I was. He didn't complain about it so I figured he was okay with it.

He told me about his talk with Joe.

"His idea was that I teach part time at the KU Criminal Justice Department in Lawrence. With the disability retirement, money won't be a problem and I always liked it there. After all, that's where I met you."

He looked a little happy and sad both at that recollection.

"Anyway I think it a great idea. I don't see myself sitting behind a desk. And, Cindy, you remember how much I like to write. Since you left," I winced at that, "I've written several stories. I called the school and I can start taking Creative Writing courses. I really want to do that. I thought I'd be feeling terrible about not being a cop ... but I guess I'd done enough of that and got it out of my system. I'm sure I wouldn't be feeling this way if my knee hadn't been messed up.

"Will I miss it? Sure! It's a great bunch of guys -- when you have watched each other's back it forms a special bond. I won't miss working all hours of the day and night. It will be hard for me to get used to not being there for people that need help." 

"With the things I've learned on the job I think I can help some guys stay alive by teaching them what really works -- like how to raid a meth lab." he finished, laughing.

"That sounds wonderful, honey."

He didn't react to the honey bit. What he said made a lot of sense and I started thinking about what I wanted to do. I had an idea but I didn't say anything to Jerry until I had it all worked out.

I sat on the edge of the bed again -- with a longer dress this time. God, I hoped I hadn't been too obvious yesterday; wearing that skirt so short that it would ride up my leg when I sat on the bed. 

I was holding his hand while I was talking to him and he was absently turning the ring around on my finger. He realized what he was doing and looked at me kind of funny.

"Cindy, I just couldn't give it away. This ring was made for you. No one else could ever wear it." 

I noticed a single tear hanging at the edge of his eye.

"I would want you to have it no matter what happened with us. Cindy, it's okay, but I have to know, why did you put it on?"

Here it was, our entire life together, right her, right now!

"Jerry, I know I told you to give it away ... could I ... Jerry could I ask you to give it back to me?"

I turned my head, looking at the twilight filtering through the shades. I couldn't look at him. If he asked me to take the ring off, I'd die!

I felt him put his hand up and touch my face.

Quietly, he said, "Yes, it's okay with me, Cindy."

We were both emotionally saturated so we talked of practical things: picking him up from the hospital, the nurses and their rotation, what he wanted to eat -- all that stuff that actually makes life work.

When I left I gave him a kiss that turned kind of steamy.

I stopped and did all the shopping on the way back to Jerry's -- dammit, our house. I put everything away and decided I didn't want to go to my place for the night. Tomorrow I would go over there and pick up some stuff I would need. I ate a small salad and took a long hot bath, then put my pajamas on.

I wandered around the house touching the mementos I had so harshly walked away from. There was a paperweight from our honeymoon. We had a nice dinner at a small place in an alley in Chinatown. We both had the Peking duck and it was almost mesmerizing it was so good. Afterwards we were walking in and out of the little shops and, while I was looking at some scarves, Jerry had purchased this, well, hideous paperweight of the Golden Gate Bridge. 

It was painted some indescribable color between gold and red. When I came out of the bathroom that night in my peignoir, I saw it on my pillow along with the chocolate of the night from the hotel. It was just so ... ugly that I broke out laughing. Jerry laughed too and we rolled around on the bed tickling each other. That turned into the sweetest, most meaningful love we had made. It was such a wonderful memory.

My eyes were leaking a little as I walked into the living room. I sat on the sofa and looked at that special picture Jerry had taken of me. He had captured a piece of my soul as no professional photographer ever could. That picture, radiant with the best that God and nature could provide, had meant so much to us. The beauty of the bay, the breaking waves shattering the glow of the setting sun into so many millions of fragments -- it was all there in front of me and in my memories.

I could hear the clanging of the bells protecting the sailors of the sea from the shoals of death. The lovely dinner, spoiled by my stupidity over the wine -- who had I been? What awful demon had possessed my very soul? And I had told Jerry to just give the picture away?

What had I done to my Jerry? Oh, God, help me in my hour of need!

THE SWEET FOREVER -- JERRY'S STORY

With a rush my life changed directions almost too fast to stay up with. Cindy brought me home and worked everything out with the nurses. This was a side of Cindy I'd never seen before. When I needed her she was there -- maybe pulled to me by some atavistic instinct, I don't know. 

Sometimes the pain made me grouchy and I wanted to be alone. Cindy disappeared ... but she was still there. I was doing some minimal therapy with the nurses but the hard part would be after the next, and hopefully final, operation.

Several times when I was feeling lonely in those darks hours of the night -- Cindy would be lying in bed next to me, watching with serious, wide-open eyes. Other nights I'd be remembering her "just give it away" crap and I'd wake up in the dark hours alone.

She had moved the picture to my office and put a night light under it. Those nights I would wake up in pain, almost hating her, I would gaze on her beauty -- and I knew she was there for the taking if I wanted her.

Was she different? I had to confess that she was. It wasn't so much that she just rolled over and did whatever I said. If she felt I was doing the wrong thing for my health she would light into me ... but with a good humor, a little smirk of a smile lifting up the corners of her mouth. But when I was taking care of myself she was the sweetest possible person.

The strangest thing started happening. I was falling in love. Not with the Cindy who had walked out on me. There was this new persona and I was falling in love with her. It was the most bittersweet, scary, happy feeling.

She would come to me in the early dawn to make sure my needs were taken care of. Some mornings as she straightened my bedclothes her robe would fall open and I would see those magnificent breasts peeking out. I never understood why her nipples would be so prominent -- unless she was feeling chilled. But when she touched me I felt only fire. Strange, that.

Everything passes; everything changes. I went in for the second surgery and it went much better than expected. The doctor told me the therapy would be the hardest thing I'd ever done. It was.

Cindy was there every step of the way, cajoling me, caressing me, and pushing me. I couldn't have done it without her.

After the second operation I didn't need the at home nurses. Cindy could do everything I needed. She was working less and less -- I have to confess I never questioned it. I was still sleeping downstairs. Cindy was sleeping in the master bedroom upstairs. I was walking with only a slight limp but I was walking. However, I couldn't go up and down the stairs without great difficulty. The doctor had told me I might not ever be able to do that without a great effort.

One night I felt Cindy slide into bed with me. I was half asleep and I think she was completely asleep before I realized that she had nothing on. With a sudden overwhelming lust I started caressing her; I couldn't pull her close enough. It had been over four months since we had made love and our coupling was almost desperate with our mutual need. 

The next morning she was gone when I awoke. Was it a dream? No, the damp spots on the sheets were proof enough. 

A couple of days later I heard back from KU with an offer to teach one class on evidence procedures to start in the spring semester. Even though it was October by then they said I could sign up for a directed studies course in Creative Writing with one of the professors in the English department. I would meet with her once a week and she would review what I had done and make suggestions.

Cindy said she would get the house ready to put on the market - I was committed to getting on with my life and moving to Lawrence. I drove over that weekend to look for a place to live and familiarize myself with the city again. I stopped by the school to meet the people in the department and to introduce myself to my prof for the Creative Writing class.

I wanted to put some roots down and I wanted some land. I found a small farm about ten miles north of Lawrence; it was about sixty acres. The house wasn't so hot -- it was two bedrooms with one bath - but the barn was new and everything was well maintained.

I settled in, buying what I needed and cleaning the place up. Cindy had found a buyer for the house so I called a moving company to pack and move everything. It dawned on me of a sudden that she wasn't here! I know, that sounds pretty stupid. Of course I knew she wasn't with me but I had been so busy I hadn't really thought about it.

I called her at our old house but the phone had been disconnected. I tried the number at her townhouse but that had been disconnected also. In a bit of a panic now, I called the company she had been working for. Her partner was out on a customer call but the receptionist - she sounded like she was new - said that Cindy didn't work there anymore and she had no forwarding number.

In a real panic I called Mary.

"I'm sorry, Jerry. I had lunch with her about a month ago, but she said she was moving to Lawrence with you!"

We chatted a bit but, really, I was stunned. It dawned on me I had never talked to her about moving to be here with me. I guess I just assumed she would ... but I had never exactly asked her. God, what had I done? There was no question I wanted her in my life, but ... what could I do now?

I worried about it, put out some feelers to try to track her down, but -- nothing!

Three days later I heard a car arriving with the dawn. I opened the door to the now frosty air and saw Cindy getting out of her car.

THE SWEET FOREVER -- CINDY'S STORY

That night with Jerry was the best sex Jerry and I had ever had. It was a warm night and I was lonely; I couldn't sleep. I slipped down the stairs and quietly went into the office -- Jerry's makeshift bedroom. We left the door open so I could hear him at night if he needed anything. It was too warm to leave my gown on so I pulled it off and slid into bed with him. He was asleep so I tried not to wake him. I was still half asleep and dropped off like a log.

When Jerry touched me, it was like getting hit by lightning. My skin became super sensitive and I was aroused instantly. Our mating was both fierce and passionate. We had such a need to be together it was incredible. I had the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. We lay together, still coupled for a time ... then Jerry rolled over and started a gentle snoring immediately.

I lay there for the longest time, wide-awake, feeling sated. What did this mean for us? Was Jerry ready to let me back into his life? Could he forgive me for my sin of being stupid?

The next morning he seemed to be in a good mood but didn't say anything about the love we had made. Did it mean so little to him? I didn't want to be pushy because I was still on tenterhooks around him. 

All of a sudden he was ready to move to Lawrence -- he got the offer from KU. He was the most excited he had been in years. Truth be told I think it was more about the writing course than the teaching he was going to do. He asked me to take care of the house and of course I said yes. 

An offer came in pretty quickly so I didn't have too much to do. He still hadn't said anything about me moving with him so with a great deal of sadness I started getting on with my life. I'd already quit the teaching position and I was on a leave of absence from the partnership. 

I stopped by and talked with Tony -- explained what was going on in my life. I knew it would leave him a bit in the lurch but he was very gracious about it.

"Sure, Cindy, I understand. Don't worry; I'll work it out. I hope everything works out for you, I really do."

He was a great guy to work with; I would miss him. He had the sweetest wife; she and I had become good friends. 

I had figured out what I wanted to do. I made a number of phone calls and everything seemed okay. I drove over to Lawrence and filled out the paperwork. I was entering the new Ph.D. Program in Architecture at KU. I would be in the first class. I had enjoyed the teaching I had been doing and knew I wanted to make it my life's work. I was offered a graduate teaching position in the department so everything worked out okay.

I didn't want to go to Jerry until I knew he wanted me. I hated the thought of finding an apartment so I postponed looking, hoping that Jerry would call. I went back to put my house on the market. I used the same agent I had used for the other house. 

"Cindy, I'm looking for a place for my son. He is going to UMKC and is getting married in the spring. If we can work out a price we can forgo the commission costs."

That sounded good to me so we set up a quick closing. Something came up and I had to go see the doctor. Damn! If Jerry doesn't call me ... oh, God, Jerry, call me!

Another week went by and I was fast running out of choices. I had to go to Jerry. If he turned me out I would have to find a place to live but I didn't - I really didn't want to do that. I was too proud to beg ... it had been me that caused all the problems in the first place. Regardless of how it turned out I was going ahead with my plans. 

I would live in Lawrence and maybe someday I'd run across Jerry and - oh, Jerry! Don't give it away; give it back to me.

I couldn't sleep very well that night in the room I had taken at the hotel when things closed on my townhouse. I got up early and stopped for breakfast at a nice place I knew near Wyandotte High School. I lingered over my coffee until I felt like I had enough to stay awake for a week. It was only a forty-five minute drive to Lawrence and maybe another fifteen to find his house.

I pulled in front of this small house on a beautiful, if small, farm. I turned off the engine; sitting still and listening to the of the engine pinging as it quickly cooled in the frosty morning. I wasn't sure Jerry had woken or not.

The door to the house opened and Jerry stood there, a bewildered look on his face. He didn't look happy but I had to do this. I wanted to start the engine and drive away to ... somewhere -- maybe San Francisco.

Jerry came out and waited while I got out of the car. I walked into the house -- determined now. He was either going to be ecstatically happy or royally pissed off.

I poked around, you know, opening cupboards, peeking into closets. The small house was really crowded with too much furniture. Jerry had just let them place everything anywhere. The master bedroom didn't interest me ... well, it did but all I really needed was a bed and Jerry.

I spent about five minutes looking at the smaller bedroom. Jerry was following me around like a lost puppy. I think he was genuinely confused. Looking at this, visualizing -- doing what architects do without knowing they are even doing it, I decided it would do.

I walked to the small dinette table and sat down.

"Jerry, aren't you going to offer me a cup of coffee? And, by the way, that room," I pointed to the smaller bedroom, "Will do fine for the baby's room. Do you think you could fix me some toast? My stomach is a bit upset. Oh, gawd, excuse me for a minute!"

After getting rid of my breakfast I felt better. I lingered in the tiny bathroom, washing my face, staring in the mirror -- I even lifted my shirt to see if the baby showed. No, not yet, but soon. I felt giddy. I felt sad. I was ecstatic. Please, Jerry, forgive me. Let me back in your life. I'll make you happy -- I really will. Will it be a boy ... a girl? I wonder what Jerry wants. Jerry ... just love me!

GIVE IT BACK -- JERRY'S STORY

Wow! Cindy was in the bathroom, retching pitifully -- validating what I'd thought she'd sad. That strange and mysterious word that generates so much love and ... did she really say baby?

She came out of the bathroom, a wan smile on her face. 

"Jerry, never mind about the coffee. If you want this baby though you had better get started on that toast. You have about five minutes and then you are toast!"

She said that as she sat down at the small table off the kitchen.

"Cindy, what ... when? Ohmigod! Did you say baby? Where did you come from? I tried to call you, I really did. What ... "

She stood up, pushing the chair away from the table.

A tad sternly, she spoke, "Jerry. Focus. Toast! Baby. Now!"

With a sudden wild laugh she ran to me, throwing herself at me, almost knocking me down.

With sudden tears she buried her face in my chest. With a very real pain in her voice she mumbled into my robe, "Jerry, oh, Jerry, love me. Don't make me leave. You never called. You just left and didn't say you wanted me with you. I didn't know what to do. And the doctor told me what I already knew. I'm so sorry, so very sorry for the awful things I did to you. Let me at least stay until the baby is born ..."

With that she slipped to the floor, moaning. I was scared. I easily picked her up -- when had she lost all that weight? -- and carried her into the bedroom. I wet a washcloth and wiped her face. She was still crying in a fetal position. I lay down and snuggled up to her; my arms holding her close.

I whispered in her ear, "It's okay baby. You don't have to leave. You never have to leave. Are you really pregnant? But ... I'm sorry. I just assumed ... I ... I've always loved you."

As her breathing slowed and she fell asleep, I quietly added, "And I always will!

~~~~~~

We remarried several months later at the church in Overland Park we had attended. Her family came from Limon and all of our friends here including all the men and women I worked with at the Sheriff's Department also attended.

~~~~~~

On a warm summer evening I carried little Annie in my arms, Cindy holding my arm possessively as we walked from our cabin in Mesa Verde to the restaurant for dinner.

I'd asked Cindy if she wanted to go to Jamaica for vacation. 

With a firm voice she answered, "No. You have to get started on that novel. You can't put it off forever. So we are going to Mesa Verde."

This was in a tone that brooked no nonsense. 

Thirty miles south of where we were it was probably at least thirty degrees warmer. I wasn't sure exactly but the lodge was probably at around the seven thousand feet elevation.

We were both worn out. We been walking and driving around all day. I'd carry the baby around in the baby backpack until my knee started making me limp then Cindy would take over. The first time I tried to tell her I was okay but instead of arguing she just took the baby carrier off my shoulders and asked me to help her put it on.




Give It Away: Reprise



I'd taken a huge number of photos on my digital camera and when we got back to the cabin I downloaded them to my new laptop, a new Apple Macintosh. It had a huge hard disk -- I could write twenty-four hours a day for the rest of my life and not fill it up.

When we finished the surprisingly good Elk steaks, we walked through the rapidly cooling mountain air back to our cabin. We fussed with Annie for a while until she went to sleep. We then made love for the first time at Mesa Verde. It certainly wouldn't be the last. We learned to love the area. Durango was a friendly city and we always enjoyed our vacations there.

The next winter I surprised Cindy with a trip to Montego Bay. She had no idea until we changed planes in Miami. Our sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce lovemaking healed any remaining wounds between us. It was a special vacation and sharing it with Annie brought us even closer together.

~~~~~~

After we returned from Jamaica, Cindy started drawing up plans for a new house. She included in the planning for a complete remodel of the small existing house to use as a place for guests.

I started building in the spring, using sub-contractors as needed. Several times during the summer, Joe and the gang came out and worked their butts off helping out. It was good to have friends.

All in all it took about eighteen months to complete. Shortly after we moved into the new house I received an Edgar for my first novel. I'd been inspired when we were at Mesa Verde. I wrote a two level murder mystery. There were two separate murders that took place. One was during the time of the old ones that built what was now such a beautiful set of ruins. 

The other murder was during modern times and involved a love triangle between archeologists working on an excavation for a Harvard project. I even received a nice letter from Tony Hillerman telling me how much he enjoyed it and inviting me down to have lunch with him.

~~~~~ 

Our life was good. We had two more children, twin boys, and now, in the twilight of my years I look back at all the good and all the bad -- as the old are wont to do.

Cindy almost died last year. She had gone to the hospital for some minor surgery -- some female problem. Somehow she had contracted a virulent infection and gone into septic shock. Her doctor reacted quickly and brought her back from the brink. Sitting there with her in the hospital room called to mind all of our problems and the years of work it took us to solve all of our problems. It wasn't easy, but we both knew it was worth it ... and we didn't have any choice.

Sometimes, late at night, I look at the large painting over the mantle. After my second book was published, Cindy had found a first rate artist to make an oil painting from the beloved photo of our honeymoon. This painting had become the symbol of our trials ... and our love.

As I listen to the grandchildren bickering in the front yard, I thank God daily that when Cindy had asked to me to take that picture and "give it away"... that I hadn't done it.



Give It Away



We both thought the other was selfish and we eventually compromised on vacationing on South Padre Island, south of Corpus Christi. I felt we had compromised our marriage.

Oh, it was fun. It was a beautiful place and a great place for long moonlight walks on the beach (one of which ended with some passionate sex at the edge of the gentle, warm waves). We had been drifting apart and we did come a bit closer. Our love life had been getting a bit stale and we sure resurrected that!

Jerry had been almost badgering me to have kids. When we first were married I did too – I guess I always wanted kids – but with what was happening to us, to me really, I just couldn't take that step; make that commitment. I had this scene that would flicker through my mind like a You Tube video of standing in the rain at the side of a grave, holding a little girl and a younger boy, the three of us racked with sobs as they laid Jerry's body down for a final rest. 

We were lying on the beach when Jerry brought it up for what was to be the last time. I looked at him for a minute, shook my head slightly – like saying, 'Don't go there!" – and I walked out to the water to swim ... for a long time.

But there was this melancholy sadness overlaying it all for me. I kept thinking about a book I had read by Amelia Barr, 'All the Days of My Life". A line from it has always found a place in my memories; a tidbit I could bring out on a bad day – and I was having too many of those. In the book was this line that became such a part of me:

'All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves."

And that was really it in a nutshell. While the vacation turned out nicer than either of us expected, nothing really changed. Without fully realizing it, I had started disengaging from Jerry, from our marriage, even from our love. I would always love him but with a love wounded by melancholy. He would always be a part of me ... I would always be a part of him. But those parts would not be together anymore.

Usually if you talk to someone that had lived through something like this, they can never pinpoint the time it actually ended ... the one instant in time where thoughts, feeling, attitudes and all those things that together constitute a loving couple – those things that coalesce into a new direction, a new life that would forever make things different.

I didn't see Jerry around anywhere – I was hesitantly going from room to room: touching this memento, smiling at that keepsake, looking around the beautiful house we had made into a home together; becoming one for all time with the memories scattered around each room like faded, withered petals falling at last when the roses changed from beauty to sadness.

I wound up in the living room, facing that wall with only the one picture on it. Jerry had that picture enlarged and put in the perfect frame to exactly capture the essence of me in full bold color. The hand at my throat was perfectly placed to catch that one last ray of sunshine on that ring that had meant so much to me.

I stood there for the longest time – the photo evoking this fun recollection, that awful fight, this good time, the now too often occurring bad times – and something broke in me. I couldn't do this any more. My body slumped; I felt defeated. Almost overwhelmed with a sudden, almost unconscious decision, I stood proudly and walked slowly away from that image of another girl, a long ago love of Jerry's. Walking slowly I twisted that ring off my finger and put it in my pocket.

As I reached the doorway into the hall, I heard a noise behind me – almost a groan. I froze, and then slowly turned round. Jerry was slowly rising from the sofa. I hadn't seen him in the murky darkness of the room.

'Cindy," he started with a hurt in his voice that broke my heart to hear. He half-waved his hand at the photo and continued, 'Cindy, what happened to that girl? What happened to our love? Look at that photo. Doesn't all that this represents mean anything to you?"

I knew I had to end it – there was no easy way.

'Jerry," I started in a flat toneless voice, not loud but with a firmness that couldn't be denied, 'That picture on the wall? That picture of our honeymoon, of that night on Frisco Bay, just give it away! Jerry, just ... I don't care anymore, I won't let myself care. Just get rid of it; just give the damn thing away."

'But, Cindy? I love you. Honey, we can work it out. C'mon. I know you love me."

My head felt like it was exploding! Maybe I was a little crazy, maybe I'd always been crazy. I felt something break inside and I knew I had to get away. I ran for the front door, hesitating, hearing Jerry call out to me.

As he stood there in shock I pulled the ring out of my pocket, and with a gesture of finality I threw the ring at him. 

'Jerry, that ring ... that ... dammit, Jerry, just throw it away too!" and I ran out of his life with tears streaming down my face.

ENDINGS – JERRY'S STORY

When that front door swung wide open,
She flung her diamond ring:
Said: "Give it away."

- George Strait

A part of me died as I leaned over to pick up that – to me at least – precious ring as the house echoed with the sounds and vibrations of the slamming door. I knew that for the rest of my life, whenever I heard a door slam, I would feel the pain and sadness with that memory of our door closing on our marriage, slamming shut on my love.

The next day, Sunday, I sat around drinking but I wasn't really into it. I knew that was a self-destructive approach and would only make things worse. Still, I gave it a good shot – or lots of shots as it turned out, but Monday night when I went to work I was as sober as I could be. I hadn't heard anything from Cindy – I didn't know where she went or what she was going to do. I could have called in sick but I couldn't stand the thought of being in that empty house alone. I knew this would only last a few days before she came back home.

When I got back to the house, I saw she had taken most of her clothes and her stuff from the bathroom. I didn't see anything else missing, no photos, none of the memories lying around the house, nothing.

A couple of weeks later she wrote me a letter explaining the fear she had lived with for so long.

... Jerry, I always loved you, I still do and in some ways I probably always will. I know I hurt you and it tears me up. But, Jerry, I can't live with you. I can't face that fear of a phone call in the middle of the night ... that fear of you somehow dying and leaving me alone.

I'm sorry I never talked to you about this. This is a burden I'll carry to my grave. I was wrong – but it happened. My fear ate at our marriage like a cancer. Some nights, lying in that big four-poster king-size bed, I would stare at the nothingness of the darkness – awake until sleep would steal over me like a thief in the night.

My dreams were restless; many nights I didn't get enough sleep. That led to my taking it out on you and you hitting back at me.

Jerry, try not to hate me ... but try not to love me either.

Cindy

I wrestled with my demons for a couple of weeks and finally wrote her back.

Dearest Cindy,

I thought about all that you said and I halfway convinced myself that I could change, that I could do something other than police work. But with a heavy heart I finally accepted that you understood the truth of things. I am what I am. I always wanted to be a policeman, to be enforcement. I can accept that's who I am and that I could never willingly give it up. I can also accept that you can't live with it.

I wish you had talked with me at some time over the years but I don't expect it would have changed anything. If we had separated earlier – or never gotten married – there might have been less pain ... but there would have been fewer cherished memories. I'd rather live with the worst of our time and love with you but I accept that you can't. I hate what's happened but I don't hate you.

I guess you want a divorce. I won't fight it. Get a lawyer and let me know what you want. I'll do anything I can and give you whatever you want.

With love and a sad goodbye, 

Jerry

THE END OF A MARRIAGE – JERRY

So I'm still right here where she left me,
Along with all the other things,
She don't care about anymore.

- George Strait

A couple of weeks later I got a letter proposing the terms of the divorce settlement. I read the letter ... and read it again. I had wanted to make sure I understood everything she was asking of me – I really did want to do the right thing. But the thing was, well, there weren't any terms! She was just asking for dissolution of the marriage – and nothing else. I was sure I must be misunderstanding something.

The next morning I called her lawyer to make sure I understood correctly. I did.

Thinking about it quickly I told him to go ahead and prepare the documents and I would sign them. I just wanted a private meeting with her in his office.

A week later I walked into the lawyer's office. Per Cindy's request I had to sign the papers before I met with her. That seemed harsh to me but I wanted to talk to her, to find out why she didn't want anything of ours.

Alone in the room with her she seemed restless – and had more than a hint of sorrowful memories shining wetly in her eyes.

'Cindy, I just want to understand ... " I choked a bit and took a long drink from the glass of water on the table.

'Cindy, don't you want any of the stuff?"

She shook her head, marginally, staring at the table.

'But, I don't understand! The furniture? None of it? Not the dining room or living room furniture you wanted so badly? Not that big four-poster king-size bed I know you loved so much, that bed we shared so much of our love on? None of our pictures, our mementos of our years together?

'Cindy, you must want something?"

She looked up at me, the tear tracks sliding slowly down her cheeks telling me something ... what?

'Jerry, oh, Jerry. There is nothing in that house worth fighting for. I'm tired of fighting – we're tired of fighting. Just keep it, Jerry. Keep the bed, the rest of the furniture, the whole house, damn it. Jerry just ... keep it all.

'And, Jerry, if you don't want it - just give it away.

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So I'm alone now, alone in this house we had shared and loved. I'm right here where she left me. I'm in this no longer a home with all the things she doesn't care about anymore: that picture from San Francisco Bay; the big bed where we had shared our love so many times; all the shared accumulation of things denoting our time of love together.

I tried to move on – I dated several women, went to bed with one of them, but it didn't work. There would be something, a word, a gesture, a touch and Cindy would be with me again – her memory not leaving space in my heart for another.

I heard nothing of her dating – as far as I know there was never another man in her life. It was just ... fate that had pulled us apart.

Now I'm alone in this large house with a forever kind of love and no one to share it with.

That love, like everything else, she had told me to, ' ... give it away."

Well, I found I couldn't do what she wanted. I've got a nice house with a lot of furniture ... and this big king sized bed. I've got the lovely ring that Hiram made for me - and I have a broken heart, a lonely heart, a heart full of love ... and I can't even give it away.



Give It Some Thought



The shame was heartbreaking. That she had done it. That she had enjoyed it. That she felt an overwhelming desire to do it again.

She'd been raised to be a "good girl". For thirty years she had been that person. All through school, including college, she had studied and been rewarded with top grades. She had never snuck out of the house, stayed out past curfew, tried drugs, or even smoked a cigarette. Until she was twenty-one and had been dating Billy for almost a year, she had never let anyone touch her beneath her clothes, and even Billy never touched her except through her panties until they were married.

Until just a few days ago, she had convinced herself she was happy with her life. It may not have been the life she had dreamed of as a girl, but it certainly wasn't anything to cry over. She lived in a very nice home, drove a brand new car every year, was an active member in several charity organizations, and had a husband who was devoted to her.

How had it gone so terribly wrong? 

Stubbing out the cigarette she'd been smoking, Trisha stood up and began to pace the small motel room. The memories of that day were still fresh in her mind… the day her life forever changed.

She was supposed to have gone to a meeting with the planning committee for a fundraiser, but then her mother had called. Carol was in town for the day. 

The four of them had gone to lunch. It had been pleasant enough, at least as pleasant as anything could be when her sister was involved. Carol was seven years younger and her complete opposite.

When she wasn't angry with her sister for making their parents upset, she sometimes envied her. Carol did whatever she wanted. She had barely passed high school, too busy partying to study. After high school, she packed her bags and left with two of her girlfriends, traveling the country, working odd jobs here and there to make enough money to get to the next unknown destination. Her life was unsteady, even now, but she was never short of adventure.

Trisha had left the restaurant, feeling guilty for not having gone to the fundraising meeting. Knowing those meetings always lasted most of an afternoon, she decided to go home, change her clothes, and drive over to the club. 

Billy's car was in the drive when she pulled up. It was rare, but there were times he came home in the afternoon, so she hadn't given it much thought. She had parked her car behind his and gone inside.

He wasn't in the living room or kitchen so she went upstairs to change clothes. Maybe he wasn't feeling well. 

The door to their bedroom was open and even before she got to it, she could hear a pounding noise from within. Then, standing in the doorway, she saw her world crash in around her.

Trisha had no idea who the woman was, but there she was… naked, riding Billy's shaft, smiling at her with her body blocking Billy's view of the door. Stunned, Trisha couldn't utter a sound. She could only stare. The woman winked at her then began to moan loudly.

Closing her eyes against the sight, Trisha was about to turn and leave when she heard the woman say, "Eat me Billy. Fuck me with your tongue."

As she watched, the woman lifted herself off him and slid her body back until she was straddling Billy's face. Then she bent forward and put her lips over his cock, all the while watching the expression on Trisha's face.

She wanted to look away, to leave, but her feet had suddenly grown roots. She couldn't move. She couldn't close her eyes. She could only watch in stunned horror as that woman taunted her, sitting up at one point so Trisha could see Billy's mouth buried between her legs, Billy totally unaware that she was there. Tears streaked her cheeks as she watched the woman's mouth slide up and down her husbands shaft, bringing him to orgasm.

The woman smiled at her then closed her eyes, her body moving rapidly against Billy's face, lost in her own orgasm. The woman moaned , her body arching, hands grasping the headboard behind her before finally collapsing beside Billy.

"Mmmmm," the woman said. "Do you think your wife got off on watching us?"

"What -!" Billy bellowed as he shot up to a sitting position.

Trisha could barely see him, her vision blurred by the tears. She felt like a rag doll, wondering how she was able to stand.

"Fuck!" she heard him say as she felt herself fall to the floor.

He had come to her, but she had no idea what he said or what he did. All she could hear was the sound of her heart shattering as gut wrenching sobs threw her body into a seizure like state. 

Much later she had awakened on the bed in the guest room. It was dark. Still crying, but her body in control now, she was able to make her way downstairs. Billy was sitting in a chair in the living room.

He had apologized, perhaps said more, but she couldn't recall .All she could remember of those following days was feeling like the walking dead. She didn't eat, didn't shower, just spent her days and nights locked in the guest room. 

However, the last three days were vivid. Lighting another cigarette, she sat at the small table in the motel room absently staring at the bruises and small cuts on her hands and arms. 

Wednesday. Before her eyes had opened, her stomach was loudly protesting it's emptiness. Looking about the room, she had decided from the amount of light coming in through the windows that it had to be afternoon. Billy would be gone.

Downstairs, she had popped a frozen entrée in the microwave and snacked on chips while waiting for it to cook. After eating the microwave meal and drinking a bottle of Coke, she went upstairs to the bathroom off the hall, not quite ready to enter her bedroom yet, and showered.

Her stomach full, and feeling fresh for the first time in days, she felt strong enough to venture into what had been her favorite room in the house. Not looking at the bed, she went directly to the closet to get clean clothes.

It was time to confront Billy. 

She'd considered waiting for him to get home, but then decided that the best place would be somewhere public. Where better than his office? They would be forced to be civil to each other; her, because it was all she knew, him because it was where he made his living.

Billy's office was at the end of a hall in the main showroom. There were offices on each side of the hall, public bathrooms, a door to the service area, then the outer office. As usual, that door was closed. Trisha didn't knock, she merely opened the door and crossed the small expanse to his office door.

His secretary tried to stop her, insisting he was with a customer. Trisha didn't care. She had come here to have it out with him and if that meant he had to lose a sale, so be it. Until the moment she opened the door to his private office, she had been willing to listen to anything he had to say, even if it meant she took the blame for his infidelity.

Billy's back was to the door. He was standing in front of his desk, his pants around his ankles, a woman's legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Trisha heard someone clear their throat, then felt Billy's secretary placing her hands on her shoulders, leading her away from the scene.

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Tremayne," the woman said as she closed the private office door.

"You… you knew?" Trisha asked.

The woman shook her head and helped Trisha to sit in one of the chairs then went back to the office. A few moments later a strange woman ran past her just before Billy came out and dragged her into his office.

She couldn't now recall everything that had been said, only that he had started out sweet, apologizing to her, before it turned ugly. Before he said the words that seemed permanently ingrained upon her soul.

"You're a prude, Trisha! I need to fuck! You never want to touch my cock or even look at it! You'd think your pussy was the national treasure the way you protect it: don't touch! We can't do that! Christ! I got fed up, woman. Tired of fucking my own hand! So when I'm offered pussy, you're damn straight I'm gonna take it!"

Speechless and feeling hurt to the core of her being, she had turned and walked out of his office. Perhaps realizing he'd said too much, he had followed her, begging her to stop. At one point, he had taken hold of her arm to stop her. She recalled spinning around to face him, her hand making contact hard across his face before she shook free of his hold and continued on.

The drive back to the house took twenty minutes. In that time, it seemed like every emotion possible passed through her, but anger was the one that stayed. She remembered parking the car in front of the house and storming inside. The next few minutes were a blur, but she recalled that when the first bout of anger had subsided she was standing in the kitchen amongst broken plates and glasses scattered on the floor and counters.

She had looked about her, somewhat confused, then gone upstairs. Taking a suitcase from the closet in the guest room, she stuffed it full with clothes from her closet and dresser. As she was about to leave, she looked back at the bedroom she and Billy had shared all those years, again bewildered to find the mattress slashed, the bedding in shreds on the floor, the bedside tables toppled over.

She got in the car and drove to the interstate highway, then headed south. 

When the low fuel buzzer went off, she pulled off to top the tank, bought some snacks, then got back on the highway again. The sun was just coming up on Thursday morning when she felt herself getting too tired to drive any further and stopped at a rest area.

The heat from the afternoon sun woke her. She got out of the car to stretch, then after using the public bathroom, was back on the road once more. As soon as she found the next interstate going west, she turned. 

It was late Thursday night when the low fuel buzzer went off again. She pulled off the interstate and wound up at this motel, part of a small travel plaza. There was the motel, a restaurant, and a truck stop. On the other side of the interstate there was another motel and a bar.

With no idea where she was, she decided to stay a couple nights, take some time to decide where she wanted to go, what she wanted to do. It was late Friday afternoon before she woke up. After showering, she walked to the restaurant for dinner.

Most of the booths were full, so she went to sit at the counter, staying as far away from the other patrons as possible. There were only four other people sitting at the counter, two men sitting by themselves, and a couple sitting over on the opposite side as her. She ordered her meal, then sat and tried not to notice the man sitting nearest to her.

He was staring at her. She glanced over at him once, long enough to notice he was big, his arms tattooed, and he looked mean. She smiled, not to be friendly, but because it was what she had always done when someone looked at her. It seemed to encourage him and he moved to sit on the stool next to her.

"Hey pretty, you commercial?" he asked.

Confused, she said, "What?"

He chuckled.

"I've never seen you here before."

"Oh. I've never been here, maybe that's why."

"Aahh. I'm Charley."

She smiled again and nodded her head.

"I'm just here for the night. Lookin' for some fun."

Again she smiled. "Hope you find it."

He grinned at her. "Was hopin' maybe you could help out with that."

"'Fraid not."

"Oh, c'mon. You look like you'd be a lot of fun."

"Funny how looks can be deceiving, isn't it? For instance, you look like you'd be trouble."

He laughed then.

The waitress set her Coke down in front of her.

"Don't let Charley intimidate ya, sweetheart. He's about as harmless as a grizzly just woke from his winter nap." the woman said.

"Well, doesn't that just make me feel safe?"

Charley laughed and waited for the waitress to leave before saying anything more.

"Y'know what I think? I think you could use a good fucking."

Trisha spit Coke out her nose, choking on her drink, which caused a hearty belly laugh from Charley. Then he hit her on the back, knocking the breath from her.

"What!?" she said when she was again able to breathe.

"Oh, you heard me right. And it's true, ain't it?"

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, stuttering on words that wouldn't form.

"Admit it. I see a big ol' rock on your hand, but no man around. If you were headed someplace, you sure wouldn't be in this hole. You're out slumming. You want cock."

Again, feeling like a mute, the words were in her head, but nothing was coming out her mouth. It was as if she had become a dummy and the ventriloquist was on break.

"Betcha any man in this joint would do ya. Don't' know 'bout the rest of them, but I got a big ol' cock you can use. And I bet you got a tight little pussy, don't ya?"

"I… you… shut up!"

"Aw, c'mon sugar. You're getting wet, aren't ya? It's not like I'm some ugly fuck, I'm kinda good looking. When's the last time a good looking man told you he wants to fuck you till you cum in buckets?"

The truth was, no one, ever, had talked to her so obscenely. The truth was, it was turning her on. 

"I'm gonna go get some shit outta my rig, take it over to my room, let you eat your dinner. But I'll be back before you're finished. Give it some thought."

He stood up, but only after he had leaned over and planted his mouth on hers before she even suspected he might. The kiss was rough at first and he plunged his tongue between her lips before her mind could register that he was even touching her so intimately. Then if became quite provocative , stirring her in a way she had never imagined. 

She'd heard the expression before, but until then had never fully realized what it meant to 'cream her panties'. There was a definite moisture there.

A moment later, the waitress set her meal down in front of her. Her mind still reeling, fighting the sensations her body was crying out for, she didn't hear the woman at first.

"I said, be careful with that one," she repeated. "He's rough. But he'll steal your heart while he's at it. Just something about him."

Yes, she agreed, there was definitely something about him. She knew she should have slapped him for the way he had talked to her, or at least gotten up and walked away, but… maybe it was his laughter. Or maybe it was the fact he seemed to know things. What else would explain why despite the fact she felt frightened by him, she was overwhelmingly attracted to him?

She finished her dinner, paid for it, and was unexplainably disappointed that he hadn't shown up. Resigned to spending the evening in her room, she left the restaurant.

The motel was one long, low building, the office in the middle. Her room was the second from the office on the far side. She was crossing the parking lot when she heard him.

"Hey!" he called, stepping from the room at the end nearest the restaurant.

She stopped, but made no move to go to him. 

"You know you want to," he taunted.

She was going to start listing off the reasons in her head for why she shouldn't go near him, but Billy's voice was there instead. Billy telling her she was a prude, that she 'guarded her pussy like it was the national treasure.' Mustering up a courage she didn't think she possessed, she crossed the parking lot to Charley's room.

He slipped his arms around her, kissing her. She didn't think it was possible, but this kiss was even more sensual than the one in the restaurant. He had managed to twirl her around as he kissed her until she was inside and he was closing the door behind them.

"I have a feeling we're going to wake up a little hell cat tonight," he murmured against her ear. "I want you to let loose. I want you to scream."

He sat down in a chair. 

"Take your clothes off. Stand right there and get naked. I wanna see them tits and that slick little pussy of yours. No striptease or anything, just get naked."

She was standing in the center of the small room, and all she could do was stare at him. He wanted her to strip? Just take her clothes off? She didn't even know him, or anything about him, wasn't it enough that she was here?

He chuckled. 

"Yeah, your husband is probably some slouch who let you dictate when and where he got pussy. Bet he was fuckin' around on ya, huh? Goddamn, I hit it on the head, didn't I?"

She turned away from him, angry at herself for the tears that fell. 

Charley was there, turning her around again. He shook his head. 

"This ain't no pity party," he said, then ripped her blouse open in one swift movement. "Now.. Are you gonna take them off or am I?"

Anger fueling her, she shoved him away from her so hard and unexpectedly that he almost fell when his legs hit the chair. He smiled at her, and for some reason, that made her more angry.

She yanked her blouse free from the waist band of her jeans, then pulled it off her body, tossing it at him. Next, she unhooked her bra, tossing it at him as well, soon followed by her shoes, her jeans and panties, until she was naked. Then she spread her arms wide, standing there for him to inspect.

"Are you happy?" she yelled. "Do you like it?"

He grinned. "Get on the bed, bitch."

When she didn't immediately move, he took a step toward her. Afraid that he might hurt her if she didn't comply, she jumped on the bed then. He smiled and told her to lie down on her back and to shut up. Always before, there had been a bit of a twinkle in his eyes, as if he was all bluster, but when he told her to shut up she couldn't help noticing the twinkle was gone. For the first time since entering his room, she was feeling a little scared and wishing she had just walked past him.

Somehow he had managed to put a rope behind the headboard, a scarf attached to each end. She kept quiet as he tied her wrist to the first scarf, but when he went to secure her other wrist, she let out a whimper.

He pulled his hand back, as if he would slap her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her lip to keep from saying any more as he finished tying her hands. Then he strapped her ankles to a bar, so that she was laying on the bed spread eagle.

"Are you scared?" he asked, standing at the foot of the bed. "I can do whatever I want to you right now and there ain't a damn thing you can do to stop me. If you scream, I'll gag ya. Just remember… you walked in here all on your own."

He then walked to the bureau and took a small duffle bag from one of the drawers, bringing it to the bed and setting it down between her ankles. Grinning, he opened the bag and began to take things out. One of the things she saw him take out was what looked like a small electric razor. She also saw what appeared to be a leather strap of some kind and clamps of varying sizes and shapes.

Helpless to do anything, she tried to relax her body, to think about anything except where she was and what he might do to her. Then she heard the soft burring of the razor, felt his hands on the fleshy mound above her pussy, pulling her skin tight as he began to shave her.

When he had finished, she felt his hand rubbing against her bare skin. The sensation was new, and she rather enjoyed it. 

"Much better," he said. "Now we can play. Are you gonna be a good girl and play along, or am I gonna have to gag you?"

"I'll be good," she whispered, the thought of having anything put in her mouth or over it, too much to consider.

"Good."

She watched as he picked up some items from the end of the bed; they appeared to be some type of clamp. He placed one on each of her nipples, pinching her nubs tight between the metal vices. She wanted to cry out, but bit her lip instead. Then he lifted the bar her feet were attached to, hooking it over the headboard, so her body was doubled over. He then attached a chain of some type to the clamps on her nipples, stretching them up, and attached the chains to the bar. Tears began to well up in her eyes from the pain, but she squeezed her lids closed so he wouldn't see.




Give It Some Thought



"Does it hurt?" he asked, quite obviously wanting her in pain.

She nodded her head, but said nothing.

"Enjoy it. There's still more."

Seconds later she felt something whip against her bare bottom, causing a searing pain to shoot throughout her body. Before her mind could confirm what had happened, it was happening again. She could feel her skin burning from the force of the strikes, immediately followed by a bone chilling cold as ice was applied. For what seemed like minutes, he continued to alternately beat her with the whip and apply ice. 

"That's for being a slutty whore and coming in here. Did you really think it was going to be fun? Do you think I give a fuck? You stupid cunt."

He slapped her then, his hand hitting hard against her spread pussy. To her horror, she felt a twinge of excitement stirring deep in the pit of her belly. He slapped her again, harder this time. This time she could feel herself becoming aroused, could feel the wetness.

"You stupid little whore!" he said, plunging his finger inside her. "You're getting off on this!" 

He withdrew his finger, slapped her again, then thrust his wet finger up inside her ass, pushing the entire finger up inside. She cried out then, but more at the suddenness and unexpectedness than at the pain. 

"My little slut likes it in the ass, huh?" he said as he removed his finger.

Feeling embarrassed and humiliated, more at the fact her body was becoming aroused because of what he was doing to her, she couldn't stop the flow of tears. She didn't even try.

Through tear laden lashes she watched him take a tube of something from the bag, then she felt it's cold contents being squirted onto her hole. He put more of the gel onto a long narrow cylinder shaped object. Then she felt the object slide inside her. She could feel her body trying to reject it, but he kept pushing it in. Despite the pain, she felt that twinge of excitement stirring again, heating her groin.

"Goddamn! You are one wet bitch!" he said just before he buried his face between her legs.

She could feel his tongue lapping against her, plunging inside, flicking over her clit. She could feel him sucking her pussy walls. For a moment, she wondered why she had never let Billy do that to her, but that thought was soon dislodged as all thought left. Her body became a quivering mess, her mind lost somewhere between the pain and the pleasure all building at once. 

Something strange was happening to her. She could barely breathe; her body was trembling; deep inside it felt like a war going on. She was torn between wanting it to last and wanting to find some kind of release from the pressure. Then it all seemed to build to a point it felt like she was going to die, as if there was a volcano bubbling just below the surface ready to erupt at any moment. Her body involuntarily arched, causing the chains to pull tighter on her nipples. She cried out, then screamed as her body went rigid and she felt her pussy walls contracting, rolling onto and over each other as the volcano deep inside erupted into a violent storm. She was lost.

Upon opening her eyes, she was momentarily confused, not sure of where she was. Then she became aware that her legs had not only been lowered, but were free of the shackles. The clamps were off her nipples and her arms were laying at her sides. Charley was naked, laying beside her.

He smiled at her, then reached over and let his fingers lazily circle her breast. 

"Welcome back," he said. "Sorry for the bruises. I'll make it up to you."

After lighting a cigarette, she took a swallow from the bottle of Coke sitting on the small table. She was sore, her body bruised and aching, but she felt more alive and free than she ever had before.

Stepping away from the window, she turned to look at the bed. Charley was sprawled out there, smiling at her. He seemed to do that a lot. That smile, the wicked little twinkle in his eyes…. Suddenly, the shame vanished.

Was he thinking about what they had done after he untied her? He had definitely lived up to his promise of making up for the bruises. She had to wonder though, if it would have felt so good, so right, if there hadn't have been the pain before.

"You smoking all my cigarettes?" he asked as he sat up.

"Just a couple. I'll buy you more."

"Nah, it's okay. Look, I gotta cruise. How would you like to come with me? Can't guarantee every night to be like last night, but damn! Woman, you are one sweet fuck!"

She smiled, thinking that although it was the most obscene compliment she had ever received, it was probably the best. 

"I'm gonna go shower, be about ten minutes. Then I'm gonna take this shit back out to my rig…it's parked out back of the truck stop. It's a big blue Kenworth. Give it some thought."

Suitcase packed, she stood by her car, cell phone in hand as she watched the big blue truck approach. The only question seemed to be: call Billy and tell him where to find the car, or get in and see where the road would lead to next? Smiling to herself she thought, 'anything is possible.'



Give It To Me!



I received a few comments on my last submission, requesting something a bit longer. This clip was intended to be a nice long clip with minimal editing, however, when I listened to it the next day I found that almost the entire thing was completely drowned out by the music I had playing. Fortunately, my playlist ran out, leaving about 10 minutes at the very end of the entire clip that came out decent enough. So, rather than editing it down, I just trimmed off the ends and left all the stuff in the middle. Its not extremely long, but its a bit longer.

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Give It To Me, Now!



Brad was in a home improvements superstore looking to buy a new shower head when a voice at his side cut into his thoughts.

'That's a real good model you got there.' the deep bass voice rumbled. 'It works for me every time.'

Brad looked up into the deepest blue eyes he had seen a long, time. The guy had jet black hair and pale skin and a rugged lived-in look accentuated by his carefully cultivated unshaven look. If it wasn't for the fact that Brad had seen him walking hand in hand with his wife, or girlfriend, a few minutes previously he would have though his dreamboat had arrived.

'Yeah?' was all Brad managed to say.

He wanted to kick himself. It sounded so lame and stupid. 

'Yeah. Gives me a boner every time.' came the stranger's reply.

Brad gulped. Surely he couldn't have heard properly. It must have been his fantasy world taking over, distorting what the straight stud had said to him. But even as he stood there trying to decipher what had really been said and how to reply the stranger lowered his zipper and pulled out a fleshy uncut cock. Brad's eyes were out on stalks; his breathing grew labored as he drank in the beauty of that thick pork sword. He couldn't believe that someone would just take their cock out in public like that and anxiously glanced around to see if anyone could see them but the aisle was empty. As Brad stared the stranger peeled back his foreskin, revealing a rosy cockhead. None of this made any sense. Was he just being teased? Was it being offered to him? And what was he supposed do about it if it was? He could hardly give the guy a blowjob right there by the plumbing equipment, could he? And what about the man's wife?

'See anything you like?' the dark haired stranger drawled.

'What about your wife?' Brad asked.

'Oh she's over looking at light fittings; she'll be ages yet and I nut real quick when I'm getting blown by a guy.'

'You want me to....what, right here?' Brad's voice grew ever raspier as his throat dried up and his heart pounded in his ribcage.

'Yeah. It won't take but a minute or two.' came the reply. 'There aint many folk about today and I'll keep an eye out while you work.'

'How did you know...?' Brad asked.

'Buddy, you stared a hole straight through my jeans.' The stranger told him. 'Anyone that can undress me like that has got to be wanting it as bad as I want it right now. So, are you done with the talking yet?'

Brad went into zombie mode. He dropped to his knees in front of the stranger and let that fat cock fall into his mouth. The cock was slightly raunchy and Brad savored the sexy tang that slithered over his taste buds as he cleaned the underside of the hot dude's foreskin. His own cock was painfully crushed inside his jeans demanding attention that he could not provide. He could not believe that he was sucking off a dude right there in the aisle where anyone could walk by. But in that moment he knew that he was prepared to take his chances because that beautiful cock was now fully charged, stretching his lips and giving the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. This would be the one memory that he took to the grave with him. He only wished that he could play with the stranger's nuts and stroke his thighs. 

'Oooh yeah, that's it.' a voice floated down to him as if from afar.

A large pair of hands gently closed around his face and that thick hungry cock grew a little more insistent. Brad loved that sensitive cock crown every way he knew how and he could feel the precum leaking out of his own cock and soaking his underpants. Damn, this was so unfair! Why couldn't he have this hot man properly, away from the danger of being caught and carted off by security? The stranger started grinding his hips, forcing his rigid cock deeper into Brad's mouth. Brad could hear voices in the next aisle and started to feel really panicked and then suddenly there was an explosion of warm nut juice flooding his mouth. Brad swallowed every last drop as the stranger withdrew his cock and tucked it back in his jeans.

'See, I told you I don't take long when worked on by a pro.' The stranger said.

And then, with a naughty wink he was gone. Brad felt absolutely dazed. He still wasn't sure if the encounter had actually happened or if he had dreamt it up. But as he slid his tongue over his teeth they had that spunky after-feel. It was real enough. He decided that he would buy the showerhead after all as a way of rewarding the store for giving him such hot sex.

As he was leaving the store and walking to his vehicle one of the store's security men came up to him. Shit! Shit! Shit! Brad tried to figure out is he could run to his vehicle and get away from this mess.

'Excuse me, could I have a word?' the security man asked. Brad was quaking with fear but even in that moment his eyes still roamed over the big guy's body taking in the way that he filled out his pants. 

'That was some blowjob you gave back there' the guy said. 'I was wondering...do you think...well, maybe you could help me out?'

Brad couldn't believe what he was hearing. He relaxed and took another good look at the handsome fucker, who he judged to be in his mid thirties. Brad loved the long, dark hair on the security man's strong, swarthy arms and his full, sexy red lips. He had the beginnings of a tight beer gut and Brad almost asked him to turn around because he just knew that there would one hot big bear butt back there.

'You saw?' he asked.

'Every little detail.' the man said. 'Fortunately I was alone in the control room at the time. Usually there are two of us in there and if my colleague hadn't been taking a dump I would have had to bust your ass.'

'It's not the kind of thing I would ordinarily do,' Brad told him 'but this guy he came up to me and...well, I just couldn't resist.'

'I don't pop as quickly as he does so maybe we could go back to my place, have some beer and pizza and you can work your magic on me.' the stranger suggested.

'You're not married, are you?' Brad asked.

'Used to be until I discovered that I liked getting sex off men more.' came the reply.

When Brad went round to the stranger's house an hour later he wondered if the man had lied to him about not being married because there sure as hell looked like there was a feminine touch about the place. There was even a photograph of the man and a pretty woman on the wall. 

'Are you sure you're not married?' Brad asked.

'Okay. So I lied. She's at work. Our shifts clash and we don't often get to have much fun that way anymore. So be a good bud and help me out, huh?'

'The thing is, I so horned right now.' Brad told him. 'I want to be with you properly.'

'Me too.' came the reply.

And then the big guy took Brad in his arms and kissed him and Brad just melted into surrender. The older man's aftershave competed with the muskier scent of a hairy hunk at the end of his shift and in the grip of lust. Brad's hands dived down his back and onto that meaty butt trussed up tight in his close fitting pants. He grabbed huge handfuls of butt flesh and ground his hard cock up against the stranger's throbbing tool. On and on that hot tongue dueled with his as the older man's large hands fondled his little bubble butt. If he had any doubt that he would be allowed full access to this sexy man they soon faded away.

It was Brad who broke of the kiss to start undressing his hot husky hunk. His hands trembled as he undid the sexy bear's buttons to reveal a jungle of dark fur all over his chest and down over his belly. His nipples were extraordinarily large and a deep, deep red color. Brad went into a feeding frenzy as he chomped down on those juicy little love toys while one hand went back to have another feel of that firm butt that would soon be his. His lust was off the scale and his cock grew ever more insistent; this time it was determined to be in on the action. Reluctantly Brad came off of those sexy man tits and quickly stripped out of all his clothes.

'Wow.' his hairy bear said when he caught sight of Brad's big, curved cock.

The burly hunk took Brad's cock in his left hand while his right hand cupped a handful of Brad's peachy ass.

'I'm not sure which I want more.' the stranger said in a voice that was distorted with lust.

'Why choose when you can have both?' Brad asked.

Why indeed. The big bear went down on his knees and Brad watched as his cock disappeared into that hungry mouth. He was surprised at how skilled the guy was and reassured by the way the man's fingers kept dipping into his crack and ruffling his fuck truffle. The thought of being penetrated by this potent alpha male almost made Brad dizzy. As much as he loved being blown by this stud he couldn't wait for the real thing. He pulled the older man to his feet, pushed his arms up above his head and started licking his armpits.

'Oooh man! Nobody ever did that to me before!' the guy groaned. 

Brad now turned his attention once more to the big, red nipples that jutted out of a tangle of dense fur. The hungry stud moaned and groaned as Brad's experienced tongue and lips worshipped those sensitive nubs before kissing down his belly and dipping into his belly button.

Suddenly Brad was overcome by the desire to have this man's cock inside him. He just about yanked the burly bear's pants down to his ankles. Now Brad pressed his face up against the man's underpants and inhaled the scent of his big bull balls through the almost threadbare cotton. Off to the left lay the outline of one incredibly thick, deliciously hard cock. Now he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lowered those overstrained underpants. An absolute beauty of a cock sprang free and bobbed in front of his face. It was a reddish-brown color and grew out of a huge bush of jet black pubes that contrasted with the creamy pale skin of the parts of him that had never seen the sun. Those massive man eggs sat close to his body and were silky smooth as Brad caressed and then licked them.

To Brad's surprise the big man turned around and pressed his pale, fat butt into his face. Brad soon found the treasure buried deep in that fleshy valley and the sounds that filled the room let Brad know that he was doing something right. The musk of the little man pit swirled through Brad's nostrils and into his brain. Nothing in the world mattered except that he lick and tongue probe that hungry little slut-hole. The big guy reached back and held his fleshy cheeks apart, freeing up Brad's hands to stroke his big, furry thighs and tease those big, overloaded spunk bags. The security man bellowed like a wounded beast as his senses went into over load. 

'Ooh fuck my big ass!' he growled.

Brad quickly fished his bottle of lube out of his pocket that he had retrieved from the glove compartment when he parked outside the big bear's house. Now he gently rubbed a gloop of stuff over that red pucker that already glistened with his spit. It was just the most inviting sight in the world. But sadly the big assed dude changed his mind as Brad's finger invaded his virgin hole.

'Shit! That's hurts more than I thought it would.' he complained.

Brad was too far gone to waste any time trying to get the tight ass to open up for him. He quickly lubed his own asshole and then got down on his knees and took his lover's wilted cock in his hand. Even soft it had an incredibly impressive girth to it. 

'Sorry.' The big guy apologized.

'Ssssh.' was Brad's only reply before his mouth closed over that juicy member.

That beautiful cock was soon rampant once more and Brad lost no time in impaling himself on it. That first feel of hard, hungry cock sliding into his even hungrier butthole sent a shiver of delight through Brad's whole body. He was filled to perfection and as he bent over the back of the sofa he surrendered his ass to the older man to use as he pleased.

'Oh Roger! You have hit the jackpot!' the big man called out.

'I think Brad has too.' Brad called out.

They both laughed as they realized that they bad both lied about their real names. And then they had more serious work to do. Roger took hold of Brad's slender hips and started fucking him real slowly while enjoying the sight of his cock sliding into that peachy little ass. Brad's soft sighs were really turning him on; he knew that he was doing a good job and he just wanted to pleasure the both of them as best he could. That slow rhythmic stroking was really getting to Brad's cock and it soon was straining and leaking precum as it desperately tried to get its owner's attention. When Brad got done pinching his tiny nipples his right hand dropped down to his big, curved dick. He just about shot his bolt as he smeared his precum over his overheated cock head.  

The minutes ticked by. Roger pulled his cock all the way out of Brad's ass and then slowly slipped back in. The groan that trembled on the air was so fucking horny that Roger almost lost it then. He pulled out again and felt the fresh joy of that sexy slide into a lubed up chute. The warmth of younger man's innards enveloped his probing cock, welcoming it back in from the cold. And then he felt it; it was if a satin clad hand inside Brad's ass had reached out and gripped his cock. He thought he must be imagining it but then it came again, and again, and again. He cried out in joy, surprise and delight as he realized that he was being manipulated by an expert. 

Brad was really milking the older man's cock now, clamping down on it something fierce as his own hand flew over his swollen dick. He was close, so very close and he didn't want to wait for Roger. He could feel his balls grow restless and the pinprick behind his eyelids that told him he was at the point of no return. Suddenly Roger pulled all the way out of his ass and slammed back into him and let loose of volley of curses that were matched only by the geyser of spunk that he sent shooting up into Brad's ass. Brad saw stars as his cock exploded in his bands spraying his jizz all over Roger's sofa.

Roger stayed hard for ages afterwards and gently fucked Brad's spunked up ass until at last his big cock softened and slipped out of Brad's ass with a loud plop that made them both laugh. The moment was over; Brad quickly dressed while Roger asked if he knew how to clean up the evidence of their naughty encounter that soiled his sofa.



Give It Up



Thank you to VMKane for editing and constantly pushing me to be a better writer. 

****** 

I'm lying next to her, the room is pitch black and all I can focus on is her breath catching in her throat. The duvet has somehow managed to work its way down so it's only covering my lower half. The cool night air coming in through the open window is raising goosebumps on my arms. We're not touching, but I can feel the energy radiating from her body which is only inches from mine. Neither of us should have let it get this far, but the temptation of the forbidden fruit is almost too much to resist. 

"Please tell me." 

Her voice is quiet, gravelly and full of arousal. She's staring straight up at the ceiling. I can just about make out the rise and fall of her vest in the darkness. Even without her eyes on me I'm struggling to get my words out. 

"I can't. It's too... I just can't." 

I'm covering my face with my arm; I don't want to expose myself. She's peeling back my layers and I'm not doing a thing to stop her. 

"Jessica, you've know me for ages, have I ever judged you? 

"No... I mean yes, I've thought about you like that. The way your lips would feel against mine. How your skin would feel under my fingertips... How erotic it would be." 

"Fuck." 

I'm aching for her. I want to climb on top of her and consume her, get into her head and find out her deepest, darkest secrets. Instead I turn onto my side and lay my head on my left arm so I'm facing her. 

"Why me Jessica? Why now?" 

"You know why. It's always been this way." 

"We can't. It's not right; too many people would get hurt. It doesn't mean I don't want it though." 

"Tell me what you want, Tab." 

I know she's only wearing a thin vest. I find my mind considering the possibility that her nipples are straining against the fabric -that they're erect because of me. It feels like we are in a black and white film, her beauty translates even in monotone, she could be Bacall or Dietrich. 

"At dinner I couldn't stop sneaking glances at you, Jess. You looked so beautiful, your hair falling down around your face. All I wanted to do was have you all to myself. And now I do and I can't do a thing about it." 

"Maybe. But we can still talk." 

I reach out to her with my right hand but stop myself. This isn't about touching. A car drives past and its headlights illuminate her saxophone hanging on the wall. She always looks so in control when she's playing. 

"What do you want to talk about? Shall we talk about how wet you're making me, Jess? 

My stomach knotted tight. 

"Stop it. You shouldn't be telling me that." 

The lump in my throat is getting bigger. I feel like I have a fever. 

"You're not?" 

I can barely hear her. We are both whispering, scared stiff it will become even more real if we say it loud enough. 

"You know I am..." 

"Do you masturbate, Jess?" 

I choke out a response. That word seems so dirty, even coming from her. I don't want her to know how many times I have done it to try and get my mind off her. 

"Well, do you, Jessica?" 

She raises her knees up and pushes the duvet down off her legs. She is wearing tight boxer shorts, typical Tabitha. She looks as girly as can be on the outside, but underneath she's much more complicated. 

"Yes." 

"Like this?" 

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness so I can see what she's doing. She hooks her thumbs over the waistband of her underwear and pulls them down a fraction. She's teasing me; I can see the beginnings of her pubic hair. 

"Tab, stop it." 

I am almost begging, my voice desperate and needy. 

"I want you to watch me. Don't say anything." 

Her right hand moves between her legs, on top of her shorts. I can smell her, I want to taste her. The little noises that escape her lips are delicious. I can feel myself fidgeting. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, reminiscent of Dita in that video, if only she was wearing the mask. 

"You've wanked over me, I know you have. You're always finding ways to be close to me, placing your hand on my arm, on the small of my back." 

I love her back, just where it curves to meet her bum. I love to put my hand there. It makes me feel possessive, like I could manoeuvre her wherever I wanted. 

She's rubbing herself in slow circles, still over the top. Her pants must be sodden. She moves closer to me, now on her side, mouth so close to mine I can feel her words. 

"You've thought about telling me to put my hands against the wall and my back to you. My arse out for you, and only you. What if I were wearing that dress you complimented me on earlier? What if I reached around and lifted it up ever so slowly for you?" 

"Tabitha... please stop." 

"Tell me what you're thinking Jess?" 

"Would you be wearing anything underneath the dress?" 

"Do you want me to be?" 

"No..." 

"What would you do if I made you suck my cock? The one we were emailing about, the big black one that embarrassed you so much, Jessica?" 

The very unsuitable for work email conversation that made me so uncomfortable I had to walk away from her to recover my composure. 

"I'd willingly get down on my knees and let you do whatever you wanted to me, Tab. Beg you even. Just like I'm begging you to stop now." 

My hand was now inside my underwear. I'd never been this wet before but I didn't want it to end. I was applying pressure but not moving my fingers. 

"Would you take it in your mouth?" 

I couldn't control my breathing, and neither could she. We were panting like dogs. Maybe that's all we were, animals, unable to control their carnal desires. 

"Yes. I'd worship it. Submit to it." 

A low groan escaped her. She liked to be in control, to be the one taking. Even in our everyday friendship she would get off on making me feel uncomfortable. She'd drop something on the floor for me to pick up so she could look down my top and make me blush, all the time surrounded by people. 

"Would you really let me put it anywhere?" 

No, no, no. Not this. I can't talk about this. Not with her. 

"Tab. Don't say it. It's not fair, I can't touch you." 

"Would you let me put it in your arse? How about bending you over your desk? Your tits scooped out of your bra and hanging underneath you? What if someone walked in and caught us?" 

My fingers were moving in circles over my clit now. I desperately needed to come, this was torture, hearing her say these things but knowing we'd never get the chance to do it. I tried to keep my fingers slow, to prolong this feeling of intimacy. She was close, I could tell from her breathing and I wasn't far behind. 

"Come for me Jess. Imagine it's my tongue on you." 

I let go of all my inhibitions, all the repercussions we'd have to deal with and just enjoyed the moment. It was almost unbearably intense. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she rode her own wave. We hadn't touched but I felt like we had fucked. I felt like I had her come on my fingers, not my own. 

We had just crossed the forbidden boundary and I didn't know if I could go back.



Give it Up



They were sitting on the couch in his room, him laid across her lap and her scratching his head. Who knows what they were talking about; hours had passed by but time seemed to have stopped. Somehow, they got on the subject of muscle kinks. 

"I don't know what it is but I get the worst knots in my back. Maybe I'm sleeping on it wrong...Wish I hadn't missed that massage appointment!" she said. 

"You know, I've been teaching myself to give great massages...I have some massage oil here if you'd like me to give it a try." 

Hmm, she thought, I wish..."That's sweet of you, but I shouldn't." 

"Ah, of course. The boyfriend." 

She'd been seeing this guy for almost eight months, but long distance was hard. She'd asked him who knows how many times to tie her up - he always said he was into it, but nothing ever came of it. Just like the ex she was flirting with now... 

"Nah," he said, "No worries. Just a friend helping out another friend." 

She decided she could afford to play the naïveté. After all, it was just a little back rub. And if things heated up, she could always stop him. 

"Lay down on the bed, it'll be better." 

She gave him a look. 

"No, seriously, the massage won't be as good if you can't relax." 

She gave a slight nod and laid down on the bed. She shifted for a moment to remove her sweater, and paused before removing her bra top. It was a lacey bustier top, the same coral pink as her panties, hiding safely under her jeans. Earlier in the evening she was enjoying the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show with her girls, which of course called for the proper dress. She didn't want to look too good - playing with temptation and all - but she loved to show off. She was laying on her belly, so she figured she'd be safe from any ungentlemanly glances her way. 

He sat, straddling her ass and leaned over her back. She was nervous, and ticklish, squirming all over the place. 

"Relax. Just relax," he said, calmly but authoritatively. 

She tried to find herself in the moment, and let go. She focused on her breathing and the feel of his hands over her back... It was hard not to breathe in sharply when his fingers grazed the side of her breasts. She wanted him to touch her, but she knew it would be wrong. Damn if you will that only made her wetter... 

She didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually he grew tired. She offered to return the favor, and though she was more being polite than genuine, he took her up on it. She re-covered her chest while he took off his shirt and they switched positions, but she wasn't a very good masseuse. Now that she was sitting up right she seemed to be returning to her senses, and realized how dangerous it was to flirt with her ex. Torn, she quickly flopped down onto the bed next to him. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Oh, I'm no good at this. Maybe I can relax you in another way." 

He lifted up onto his elbow and turned towards her. Raising an eyebrow he said, "What exactly did you have in mind?" 

She giggled, thinking of how much she loved to give head. It'd been such a long time since she'd played with him, she could barely remember how his cock felt in her mouth...No, no. I mustn't think like that. As she searched for a proper answer, his hand trailed down her neck and traced the outline of her top. She sighed and immediately forgot her train of thought. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand moved down to cover her breast, squeezing softly. 

"Mmmmm..." 

Emboldened, he pinched her nipple, and rolled it between his fingers. She moaned in pleasure and softly moved into his hand. He reached over with his other hand and grabbed her other nipple, massaging her tits as she squirmed beneath him. 

He tried to pull her top down to free her breasts, but she just laughed playfully and held it up. He pulled harder, but she shook her head, her eyes smiling. He kept trying and in the scuffle, he accidentally pulled her hair. 

"Oh, sorry!" He said, backing off her tresses. 

She scoffed, and he looked affronted. 

"What?" 

"Nothing." She rolled onto her front, turning away slightly. 

"No, what?" 

"Well, I can take a lot more pain than that," she mumbled, under her breath. Even so, he heard the taunt in her voice. 

"What, you want me to pull your hair?" He asked, abruptly reaching for her ponytail and grabbing a fistful. 

"Ahh," she let out a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a sigh. 

"You sure that doesn't hurt?" He asked again, tightening his grip somewhat. 

She inhaled, trying to decide between what she knew she should do and what felt so right. Her lower belly clenched, and she knew how wet she'd feel if he reached between her legs right now. 

"Nope," she said, trying to sound bored. "I told you, I have a pretty high threshold for pain." 

He pulled her towards him and she considered his lips. His eyes were smoldering. 

"No!" She swiftly pulled away. "No, no sir, no kisses." 

"Aww, now why not?" He pulled her back towards him and she resisted, at first. She tried to get out of his grasp, but he only tightened his hold. She turned this way, and that, but then she fell on top of him, only just hovering above his lips, trying to will herself to do the right thing. He moved almost imperceptibly closer and she gave in, burning to remember what his kisses felt like. 

Mmmm. She reveled in it. I've missed these lips. 

Their kiss deepened and she moved into him, pressing herself against his body. She could feel his excitement, and focused all her energy on keeping her arms from reaching out to stroke it. He rubbed himself against her and she responded in kind, letting him run his hands all over her body once again. He grabbed her ass, her hair, her tits. He plunged his tongue down her throat as she rubbed her clit against his leg. He reached to unbutton her jeans but she stopped him and rolled them both over. She was pressed under him, grinding her hips against him, willing him to grab her hands and tie them above her head. 

Almost as if he was reading her mind, he suddenly grabbed both of her hands in one of his and held them above her head. She giggled and twisted her hands out of his, but found she could not. She was distracted from her loss of power when his other hand started roughly massaging her tits. This wasn't like earlier, when he was testing the waters. His lust had taken over and he was going to do as he pleased with her body. 

He moved his hand from her breast across her belly to the top of her pants. They had loosened considerably as they had rolled over the bed, and he could easily slip his hand down to her cunt. 

She shifted, stretching her back as much as she could, so he couldn't both hold her hands down and reach into her panties. He chuckled and grabbed for something on the bookshelf behind her. She felt rope around her wrists and she realized he was tying her up. 

"Tsk tsk, you can't move like that. I know you want to me to fuck you. Give it up." 

His words made her squirm again. His fingers were deft and quickly moved away to let her test her restraints. Firm, yet not uncomfortable. She realized this wasn't his first time tying up a girl. My, things sure have changed since we broke up. 

She watched his as he kissed his way down her body while he tugged on her jeans. She lifted up her ass to let the waistband pass by, and then she remembered she was supposed to be resisting. When he turned to pull off her underwear she squeezed her legs together and held them there with all her might. 

"Now, now." He said, "I thought you were going to behave." 

She smiled coyly but wouldn't let him pull her legs apart. 

"Now, we can do this the easy way or we could do this the hard way." He smiled smugly back and she realized what he was going to do. He knew she would do anything for nipple play. 

He leaned over her and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting while he rolled the other nipple between his fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, appreciating the sensations. He switched nipples and she moaned again, giving in to the pleasure. She hadn't even realized that her legs had drifted apart as he licked, sucked, and bit her. 

All of the sudden his mouth was gone and she whined in objection. Her panties were pulled off and as she opened her eyes she felt rope on her body again, this time tying down her left ankle. She started to protest but he had already grabbed her right ankle. Soon she was tied spreadeagle to the bed, and he moved back to appreciate his work. Her heart quickened as he looked her up and down, devouring her body with his eyes. 

He chucked again. "Hmm I like you tied up like this..." He confessed, trailing a finger down her body. He got up and moved out of sight behind the bookcase. 

"What, are you just going to leave me here?" She asked, trying not to sound desperate. It's okay, she told herself, He's been the instigator; I haven't done anything wrong. Her soaking wet cunt told another story. 

She could see he was holding something when he came back, but before she could figure out what it was, he'd blindfolded her. 

"Hey!" She proclaimed, "What gives? You can't just tie me up and blindfold me! I have a boyfriend!" 

"Oh riight..." he said slyly, feigning interest. He'd wanted her for so long and, rubbing his hand over her slit, he could tell she wanted him, too. "I'm sure he'll understand." 

He tweaked her nipples again and she gasped; he took the opportunity to stuff her own undies in her mouth. She could smell her juices, which only turned her on more. She could barely remember what's-his-face through the haze of her lust. 

She easily responded to his hands every whim, allowing him to lift her ass up and slide a pillow under her lower back. He continued to play with her tits as he lowered his mouth down to her pussy lips. He gazed at her glistening slit, and she made a noise of protest, bucking her hips up. It was fruitless though, as he took that chance to cover her pussy with his mouth. He licked up her wet slit and sucked on her clit until she squealed. He didn't seem to have any regard for the line between pleasure and pain, as he pulled on her nipples ever harder. 

Heat was building in her body, near ready to explode. In her restraints, she was squirming as much as she could, trying to move her pussy even closer to his mouth. He stopped playing with her nipples and pressed down on her with his forearm, and she whimpered through the cloth in her mouth. 

He lifted his head up. "Excuse me?" 

She tried to plead with her eyes, whimpering desperately for him to keep going. 

"You're not in charge here, slut. I'll do what I please with you." 

To show what he meant, he quickly got up and removed his pants and boxer briefs in one smooth movement. Her eyes glimmered with excitement. He kneeled back on the bed and moved up towards her mouth. Her eyes grew big watching his impressive erection approach her, and when he took out her makeshift gag she clamped her lips shut, trying to maintain some sort of control. 

He slapped her clit and she jumped. He tried again, and she moaned but her mouth remained closed. He twisted her nipples, hard, and she gasped in surprise, her pain and pleasure mixing together. He took the opportunity to stuff his rock hard cock into her mouth. She had gotten him so hot he hardly cared whether he was being too rough with her. He straddled her chest and began thrusting into her mouth. She quickly caught on and he let her take over, holding onto the back of her head so she wouldn't slow down. She ran her tongue over his dick and bobbed up and down, trying to let more of him into her throat each time. He was quickly lost in the sensation, but she was restrained from falling into it with him. 

She moved her head away until he popped out of her mouth, and breathily she asked, "Please, untie my ankles. I promise I'll be good." 

"Fine," he said gruffly, but thrust his dick back between her lips for several more minutes. She was moaning, as much as she could with cock stuffed down her throat, and trying to free her arms and legs to wrap around him. She wanted to claw at his back as he fucked her face, but he wouldn't let her. All she could do was suck. 

"Ahh, not yet!" He said, pulling out before she finished him. He turned around to untie her ankles, moving to the side so he could pick her up and turn her over onto her knees. She giggled, not used to being manhandled, but enjoying it anyway. 

"Yeah, you like that, slut? You like when I do whatever I want with you?" 

She wiggled her hips in pleasure. "Yeah, baby! Use me like your personal sex doll." 

Suddenly, his hand came down hard on her ass. 

"Hey! What was that—" 

"You do not call me 'baby'. You may call me 'sir' or 'master'. You are mine." 

"Mmmm yeah whatever you—" 

He smacked her again and again, until her ass was red, then he paused. 

"You do not speak unless I tell you to. Understand?" 

She paused, surprised by this turn of events. Earlier in the night she thought they wouldn't get past back massages, and now she was his? 

He slapped her ass again, harder. "Do you understand, slut?" 

"Yes, sir!" she intoned. 

"Good." He said, rubbing her red ass cheeks. He moved his hand down and rubbed her slit, newly glistening after the unexpected spanking. He shoved three fingers in at once and started to massage her G spot. She shifted backwards towards his hand in rhythm with his movements. Then, suddenly, he removed his hand and placed his cockhead at her entrance. She tried to sit back onto him and he slapped her ass again. 

"Who is in charge here?" 

"You are, sir!" 

"Yes, I am!" He responded, slapping her ass once more, "And I'll fuck you," he said huskily, shoving his entire length into her at once, "as I please!" 

"Mmmmm! Yes, sir!!" She started to move back toward him again, eager to fuck his throbbing cock, but he pulled out. She whimpered again. 

"What do you want?" 

"I want you to fuck me." 

"Hmm? What did you say, slut? I want to hear you begging me! Tell me what you want!" He commanded. 

"Ooh, master, I want you to fuck me hard! PLEASE!! Use my wet pussy to please you til cum all over my back! Don't let me forget I'm your fucktoy!" 

He grunted, "You dirty slut!" And thrust into her again. He fucked her hard, bodies slapping together as he used her cunt. Her orgasm started to build again and she moaned even louder. 

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, whore?" 

"Ooh, please master? Can I please??" 

"Ah, fuck, what a good slut! You may," he conceded, just as she lost her control. 

"Oh fuuck!!" She cried, curling her toes and arching her back, as wave after wave of orgasm passed over her. Her pussy muscles clenching around him was too much, and soon he pulled out and shot his hot load all across her back. She collapsed, spent, and he flopped down beside her. 

"So..." she started, once she'd caught her breath. "Want to be fuck buddies?"



Give Me a Baby



Robin's mother screamed in pain, again and again as her baby sister begin her passage of birth. The doctor had not arrived yet to administer the pain medicine that would bring some peace to the passage. Robin, age five, had been sent to her room by her father. She lay on her bed, not understanding, sobbing.

During the next year, she would awake in a sweat, with the echo of that dreadful night. Time passed. Most of her childhood dimmed.

When a senior in high school she begin dating Bob Austin. Their love deepened. They both attended the same business college. It was understood that the summer after they graduated, they would marry.

Bob, who was one of six children, loved the hub bub of a large family. He often spoke of starting a family. Robin would smile as though in agreement, but she would later sit pondering if she was up to facing that thing... Birth of a child, that scared her so.

Their first year of college, Bob begin to press her more and more for sex. She loved him dearly. Deciding that to deny him further would expose her inner problems to him, she went on birth control pills and committed herself to letting him have his way with her.

It was a warm summer night in June. They had joined a group for a "keg" field party. Everyone was drinking heavily. Robin seemed to not be affected by the beer, so she drank some gin and tonic. Her fears seemed to subside as she passed into a drunken state. She took the gin bottle and took several swigs. Peace.

Both staggering, Bob got her into his car. Not wanting to drive far, he went to his parents camp on the lake shore. Robin did not resist as he lay her on the bed, nor when he begin to remove her clothes.

He had waited a long time for this. Being drunk, he had no need for quick relief, so he begin to feel the smooth warm surfaces of his woman. In his mind, he pictured his cock finally penetrating her. His imagination savored every moment, as his hands traveled the curves of her fanny, the sides of her hips, and then the softness of her breasts.

She had not shaved her bush for months, she it went from leg to leg, and extended up and down for at least ten inches. He was yet to see the slit, but there was time. Robin, for her part, had receded into her own mind. It was her defense from the fear. She had kept her eyes closed the whole time, and had no intention of opening them until this was finished.

Sexually, Bob knew little of vaginal foreplay, so when his cock got hard he slid onto Robin and fumbled to find a place to put it. After several tries, he slid back and with his finger finally found the slit. He again slid on to her. He put his cock in the area of the slit and pushed. It was not at the entrance of her tunnel, so he failed again. Probing with his finger, he found the opening. Now frustrated, he shoved his cock in, hard.

Robin's fears were confirmed. A sharp pain shocked her. Bob, on the other hand, thought that things were going splendidly. The velvet lining of Robin's cunt gave him all the sensations he had dreamed about. He pumped madly on, shooting his load in short order. In a few minutes he fucked her again. It was better for both of them. Bob pumped his man hood into her a third time. This was great stuff. Boy, he was going to like this married stuff, when he could have this every night. Wow.

From then on, Robin could keep him at bay on weekdays, but she accepted that he would want to have her several times on Saturday and Sunday. She made sure that she was drunk.

Marriage changed thing for Robin. She finally conditioned Bob to having sex Tuesday and Thursday night. She would get ready by taking aspirin and drinking vodka, so that Bob could not detect her covering drunkenness. Weekends, she got openly drunk in the evening, so that he could have her several times. The routine was always the same. She would go to the bedroom, take off her clothes, close the curtains, and lie naked in the totally dark room, with her eyes closed. Bob, would open the door, gaze at her lovely form long enough to savor the sight, and get his manhood up. Then, he would enter to pleasure them both. And pleasure, it was, even for Robin, who now would experience an orgasm, most of the time.

Bob was impatient for her to get pregnant. The subject came up more and more. Finally, she knew that she had to go ahead with the most scary thing; the center of her fears. At home, alone, she would shake as she pictured the penis pumping the seed into her. Without her beloved pills, it would grow a baby. Then, there would be no turning back. She decided that if she was to get pregnant, it would be in September, so that the baby would come in April.

Saturday morning at 10:00 Am Robin felt a sharp pain. Her temperature confirmed that she had ovulated. Today. It was to happen today. The day sperm had to meet her egg. Tonight was the party at the Johnson's. There would be at least twenty couples. Robin planed to get very drunk so she could endure the act that would change her life forever.

Ted and Betsy, Jim and Susan, Bill and Kay: all her good friends were there. Robin relaxed and enjoyed the dances. Bill told some funny jokes. It was all so comfortable. 11:00 PM chimes sang from the clock reminding her that there was "something" else that she would have to attend to. She poured herself a full glass of straight vodka. It was smooth going down, and would shortly prepare her to accept her insemination.

She expected to leave the party shortly after 11:00. When she checked on Bob, he was in a conversation with the other men in the basement. A ball game was in progress on the TV. Damn. Bob had no knowledge of her plan. Using the railing, she returned to the first floor. Her vision was getting bleary, so she went to the second floor and found a bedroom.

As she entered the bathroom, and started to sit to pee, she squirted on her own panties, so she removed them. She almost fell off the toilet. Staggering, and using the wall as a brace, she made it to the bed. Wanting the peace of darkness, she flipped the light switch and lay back the bed. As she pushed back onto the bed, she did not notice that her dress had rode up to the center of her stomach, exposing her bush. Retreating into her mind, she became unaware of where she was, as the vodka quelled all her fears.

The door opened. The light from the hall passing through the doorway caused a pale shadow on her eye lids. After a few seconds, there was complete darkness again when the door was closed.

Hands touched her feet, moving them apart. A hand felt up the inside of her leg, ever so softly. A movement of the bed betrayed the person that had climbed on. Two hands separated her knees, and then a finger probed her bush gently, ever so gently, till it slid into her crack and traced the opening into her pussy.

A mouth found her clitoris. The movement of the tongue was slow, and just stirred her to thrust her hips at it. For Robin, it was like a dream. Was it real? There was movement and her dream became real, as the weight of a man lowered himself on to her. A hand placed a cock at her opening, and it was slid into her.

She gently shook her head. She wanted to cry out that she was not ready for a baby, but her resolve won out, so she retreated into her mind as the man had his way with her.

His pace picked up and now the bed creaked as he plunged his manhood its full length into her pussy to the end of her cervix, again and again. His breathing deepened from the effort, and then his girth thickened. Ahh, ahh, ahh, he moaned as she felt the warming of her insides as his sperm was sprayed onto the end of her cervix.

He lay on her, not moving for a few moments. Robin, dozed. Hard again, he again begin to fuck her fast and hard. Robin could feel her orgasm beginning. The woman in her responded, conquered her fear, and she moaned out, as she spread her legs as far as she could; "Give me a baby!" The man went wild. Grabbing her ass, he was pounding into her, They both cum just as their energy ran out.

She lay there with the father of her child, to be, laying on her. It was suddenly very quiet. He lay on her without moving for a minute. He got up. She could hear him zipping up his pants. The door opened. She looked up as he passed through the doorway into the hall and then closed the door.

She sat up screaming. It was not Bob!



Give Me a Hand



No one is underage, a bit of romance, a first time, incest, polyamory (thanks Scorpio44) and a wrap up at the end (where else?). A ute is a Utility vehicle US =Pickup. Many thanks to Hayley Rowe for sorting out my dialogue formatting. 



Hi, I'm Mouse, full name Melanie Ursula Scanlon but at high school the "o" and "e" were added to give me the Mouse. Suited me, mouse coloured hair, mouse like tits – so tiny I've never worn a bra because I've got nothing to put in one. Glasses, 5 foot nothing, Goth-ish but not really, just a nothing type of person.

At high school the only subject I did well in was Computer Science, being able to shut off from the world suited me. I've got a younger brother Josh, one year younger and just as reclusive as me. 

When I was 17 and had just left high school our parents were killed in an accident that paid out a fair bit in insurance. With both parents being only children we had no aunts, uncles or other family but the courts allowed us to live by ourselves with the help of a financial advisor. We sold up all our parents stuff and rented a downtown apartment.

I'd started doing websites and was starting to earn a bit of money doing something that kept me out of sight while Josh finished high school. He was another reclusive geek like me and he liked the idea of being able to work from home so he started on with the websites as well. With the insurance money we had four top line computers networked which allowed us to work on multiple projects at once. 

After a year of this Josh decided that living in an apartment in the central city was just too noisy for him, he told me he felt threatened every time he had to go outside. A supermarket in the next block, a video rental downstairs and eight takeaway food places within 2 blocks just weren't enough to keep him. He wanted to be a real hermit in the hills and after four months of internet searching he found something that appealed. It seemed sudden that he wasn't there but I think he spent about six months getting set up before he left.

And so I was alone. We kept regular contact, especially since we were both working in the same field, Skype, and phone calls every couple of days. Not long calls, just touching base.

A new neighbour moved into the next apartment. Julie was the complete opposite to me, noisy, friendly, a real pain when I was trying to get work done. She often had 'friends' stay and the walls weren't thick enough to keep the noises out. My introduction to sex. Vicariously, through the wall. It made me think seriously about moving to be with Josh.

I'm pretty certain she drank a bit, actually make that a lot, not sure about drugs, not sure then, but am very sure now.

One night it was quiet at Julie's and I was getting a large website ready to upload when I heard knocking on Julie's door. No reply, so they came to mine. I opened the door on the security chain and just told them that I didn't know where Julie was. Next thing the door was smashed open, sending me flying across the room. Two rather large men came over and picked me up and sat me in a chair, a natural reaction – I pissed myself, which made them laugh.

"Right, you are going to tell us everything you know about Julie"

I babbled everything I knew which took less than a minute.

"The most important thing, you've left out. Where is she?"

All I could tell them was that I had no idea.

"Not good enough, I think we have to make you think a bit harder"

My bladder was empty, otherwise I would have pissed myself again.

They took hold of my hands and started doing something painful that caused me to pass out, thankfully.

Consciousness returned and I looked around to find myself in hospital. My hands felt sore as and when I tried to look at them I found bandages wrapped around both hands laid out flat.

"Ahh" I moaned in pain.

"Oh you're back with us" I looked up at a nurse, "I'll get the doctor"

I tried to take stock of myself and worked out that everything except my hands seemed ok.

The doctor came back with a woman who looked quite official.

"OK Melanie, apart from your hands everything is ok; the Fire Service got you out before any smoke inhalation. Now your hands were very badly crushed and we've had to do fourteen hours of reconstructive surgery, they look as though they will be fine BUT you must not try wiggling fingers or anything for at least four weeks. We can let you go home in a few days IF you have someone who can look after you. That summarizes where you are at, no doubt you will have lots of questions, but first this is Detective Sergeant Wilkes who would like to talk to you about what happened. After she's finished I'll give you an hour and then come back to answer your questions"

The Detective's first question was, "What can you remember?"

I explained about the men knocking next door and then coming to my apartment. Suddenly I realized "What were the Fire Service doing there?"

"We suspect the men were after some money from a drug deal, Julie has a bit of history in that area. When they couldn't find her and you had passed out they took everything of value and then torched the building"

"My computers are the only things of value I have"

She nodded sympathetically "Gone, I'm afraid. There's not much left of anything in your apartment. I hope you were insured."

"Yes, our financial advisor made sure we were fully covered."

"We? Do you have family? There were no signs of anyone else living there."

"Just my brother Josh, but he moved out about two years ago."

"OK, would you like me to contact him to come and get you?"

"Shit, he lives up north somewhere, speed-dial #1. Oh shit, did my phone survive."

"'fraid not, can you remember his number"

"06-388-4167"

She pulled out her cell and called. 

"Hello is this Josh? This is Detective Sergeant Wilkes of Wellington CID. Your sister has a need for a loving brother to help her for a month or so, are you up for it?" 

"She's in Wellington Hospital, Ward 11 and should be able to be released in two or three days time, if she has someone to look after her." 

"Her hands have been quite badly damaged and she is not to use them at all, so she needs someone who loves her enough to take total care for her." 

"Good on you 'bro' would you like to talk to her?"

She held the phone to my ear while I wondered about this new word, my brother 'loved' me enough to look after me 

"Hi Josh, my computers have been taken and my apartment got set on fire, I have nothing. I think I'll need some clothes, just the regular mouse sized stuff"

Josh said he'd be there tomorrow as he had to get someone to look after his animals while he drove down.

I lay back after the Detective left and thought about what no hands meant. Oh shit, he'd have to.... and even.... oh no, my periods due next week. Thinking about it made me realize that I needed a pee so I called the nurse over. 

"I need to pee, can you help me?" 

"Your hands are stabilised, so if you feel up to a little walk we can take you to the toilets?" 

"That's probably a good idea, my butt feels like I've been sat down for a week"

I made it across the ward to the toilets with the nurse helping me. She asked me if I had someone coming to take me home so I told her about my brother. While she attended to wiping me she gave me some advice.

"If you want to make it easier for him to take care of you down here then you need this bush trimmed, pruned or better still, shaved."

I had never put anything that cut anywhere near my pubic hair and now the nurse was advising me to shave! It got worse.

"In fact the best thing might be get your brother to shave you, that gets all the embarrassment over at once."

Excuse me while I die.

She got me back to bed and then the doctor came back and we discussed what the surgery had done. I was amazed and wanted to start Googling for more info then I realized I wouldn't be Googling anything for a while, no hands and no computers. Depressed, I let another nurse feed me while she asked about my brother.

"Please, I'm trying very hard not to think about my brother and what he will need to do to take care of me."

"Is he handsome?"

"I, I, I don't know, He's a geek like me"

"What rulebook says geeks can't be handsome. If he's got your sort of body he could be quite hunky"

Good grief! Next she'd be asking me how big his thing is. What's it called? Oh yeah, penis. I couldn't believe I just thought about my brother and penis in the same sentence. This was getting too weird.

I drifted off to sleep still thinking disjointed thoughts about Josh, penises, shaving and the realization that my scorecard of Zeros in all aspects of sexual experience and knowledge was very likely to change. First boy to see my bits! First boy to touch my bits! Better watch out Mouse, you'll be looking up porn next.

Next morning I surfaced to find a familiar face looking at me. Looking tired but still familiar.

"Hey Josh, you got here quickly"

"My sister needs me, I drove through the night, what else could I do?"

I thought back to what the Detective had asked for – a brother that loves me.

The nurse came and helped me to the toilet to start the day

"He's handsome; he can wipe my pussy any day!"

"Hey – that's my brother you're talking about."

"In here we see all sorts and, quite frankly, he is a hunk, just look at him."

We got back to my bed and I looked at my brother. I was quite pasty from long hours inside at the computer but Josh actually had browned skin – he had a tan, heck, he looked like he had some muscles as well. What the heck had my brother been up to?

The nurses checked all my vital signs. When she took my temperature she said they could put it in my mouth today which made me think about where they had put it before!

The doctor came around about lunchtime and checked me over and told me I could go home tomorrow morning after Josh got briefed about what to do with me.

One of the nurses took Josh to go over everything that I would need – took them about two hours but they both came back with big smiles which had me wondering.

Josh and I talked about what I would need. He told me he had come past my apartment and everything was unrecoverable.

"I guess you need to get some new computers, new wardrobe, the works. I phoned the insurance earlier and they've sent an assessor over. They have my contact details so they will send everything through. Any ideas on what computers you would like?"

"I think at the moment I would need voice-activated, but it's not worth it just for a month or so"

"Do you have any urgent projects you are working on?"

"Just the website for Ellis Industries that I was working on when they broke in, fortunately it's saved in the Cloud."

I had had a hard drive failure a while back which got us both saving everything in multiple locations which meant my work would still be accessible.

"Right, well when we get home you can talk me through it and we'll get it finished."

The next morning I was restless, very restless, and very frightened. My brother was going to be touching me, touching me down there. The nurse took me to the toilet and made sure I was as empty as possible before the 5 hour trip back to Josh's.

Josh had bought me some shorts, a T shirt, and some sandals. 

"No underwear?" 

"The nurse suggested that looking after you would be easier without"

I thought about what else the nurse has suggested and cringed. We left the hospital in Josh's 4 door ute and headed north. We stopped after three hours and got snacks and a drink and stretch. Another hour and a half and the drinks decided they had been in long enough and I started squirming. 

"Need a pit-stop sis?"

"Yeah, any ideas?'

"Yep, in five minutes we'll be stopping to do some shopping and the supermarket has one of those disabled toilets with lots of space."

"Right." 

Lots of space, hmm can he wander far away while I pee, I doubt it. Ah well. Got to start sometime.

We stopped at the supermarket and the toilet was roomy enough to have a party. Josh pulled down my shorts and helped me sit down, asked if I wanted my lips parted to pee! 

"No!" 

He smiled.

Crunch time, he calmly got some toilet paper and gently wiped me just the way I would have. Pulled up my shorts and helped me out.

We wandered around the supermarket and Josh stocked up on a few essentials. In one particular aisle he asked me which brand of tampons I used and how many boxes I'd need. 

"Better get two." I answered trying to keep as cool as he was.

Through checkout and back in the ute. I was thinking, that actually wasn't too bad.

Another half hour and we were getting into the hills, I'd never been to Josh's place so kept asking the age old question 

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"

Finally Josh turned off the back road into a pretty little valley and then into a driveway. While he got out to open the gate, I looked around. When he got back in and drove through the gate something caught my eye. 

When he got back in I asked him about the sign, "Josh what does that sign mean 'Nudity is common inside this gate, if it offends then ring the bell before entering.'?"

"It means what it says, I usually work around here naked."

"But, but, but..."

"It's alright sis, you don't have to strip off right away.............tomorrow will do"

"Like hell!"

He laughing "Actually, I don't expect you to at all unless,... well the pool is strictly fabric-less so don't go swimming"

Oh my God.

We parked at the cottage, kind of small but really nice looking. Josh helped me out and collected all the shopping to take inside. He then gave me the 10 cent tour. It was immediately obvious that this two bedroom cottage had some serious computing power in the second bedroom. But that meant... 

"Josh, where am I going to sleep? There's only one bed and there's no space in the other room"

"That is a problem, I have to admit. For the moment I'll sleep on the sofa while we work out something longer term."

By now I was feeling rather tired, so Josh put me to bed. While I slept he got everything put away and went for a swim. When I awoke and got up I was able to walk outside and got the shock of my life. My brother, my younger brother, was lying sunbathing – naked.

While my mouth tried to remember how to talk, my mind was thinking back to what the nurse had said about him being a hunk. I noted very well defined muscles all over, and my eyes widened at the long muscle at the top of his legs, what was it called again? Oh yes, penis. 

"Um Josh. I'm sorry but I need your help, the food that went in needs to come out now."

"What?"

"I need to shit, poo, whatever you want to call it."

"Oh, right. Come on then."

"I was thinking that if you were to go nude, then if we leave all the doors open you can pee by yourself and maybe shake dry like a guy. Of course poos still need a wipe."

"Shake dry! I can't wiggle my ass fast enough to shake dry. Sorry bro, but I can't get away from you that easily."

He was so professional, just like the nurses. I actually felt quite comfortable with him wiping my ass.

He made dinner and fed me then he took me on a short tour outside. He has 62 acres with around 40 acres of native forest onto the hill behind the house. A neat orchard was a few years from production but still seemed impressive. A hundred sheep, 4 milking cows, 6 sows with 30 piglets, and 2 dozen chickens. My brother was a farmer! 

"I spend about 4 hours a day on the computers, still doing websites, about 2 hours doing what I need to do on the farm, and the rest of my time is doing what I want to do, things like lazing by the pool, helping the neighbours, etc. I'm still developing the place and exploring in the forest, it's so peaceful. Even if there are no Chinese takeaways or Pizza parlours for 30 miles I like it!"

"AARRRRRGGGGHHHH!" I jokingly screamed in frustration, "I need streets, buildings, what do they call it,... agoraphobia. Actually no, it's not that bad but it will take me time to get used to it."

It was an early night for me with a few pain-killers to help me sleep. I decided I would be ok sleeping in a t shirt and light shorts and Josh helped me change. He saw my nakedness and didn't make any comment. He said me he would be quite ok on the big sofa.

I woke up gradually to the sound of something strange, what were those noises, ah yes... birds.

I eased out of bed and needed to pee. I couldn't find Josh and started calling for him and when he came trotting over I was quite surprised to see him with fresh milk and eggs. Down with my shorts, pee, wipe, back up. That felt better. Now for breakfast. Bacon, eggs, bread, all so fresh it was different to any previous experience.

After breakfast Josh logged on to the computers and was able to access my work. I talked him through what was still to be done then he uploaded it, tested it and emailed my client that it was live. He explained that I was out of action for at least a month but that any urgent work could still be done. We went through my emails and answered them all with the same message that urgent work could still be done but somewhat slower. 

Lunch was more fresh food from the gardens – a salad! I'd heard about these things but never really tried them. Nice. I'd taught Josh about websites now he was teaching me about good food. I was starting to get the idea that his farm lifestyle might have some advantages. He was so gentle and practical in all his caring for me. I went for another nap after lunch and when I awoke I could hear laughter and splashing from outside. I cautiously walked out to find Josh in the pool with two girls. One of them, topless!, saw me first and yelled.

"Hi Melanie, I'm Roz. Welcome to Hicksville. Josh has told us a lot about you and we're here to help."

The other girl spun around from where she was sitting on Josh's shoulders and promptly fell into the water head first displaying a completely fabric free rear end. My mouth dropped open as she and Roz came over to the steps and climbed out, they were both 'fabric-free' and obviously spent much time like that judging by the well tanned skin on display. Not all that was on display, they both had no pubic hair!

I needed to sit down so did on one of the loungers. Whoops, that put me looking straight at their... their... you know whats.

Josh climbed out and introduced Roz and her twin sister Jacqui. 

"They're regulars in the pool, they live next door and their dad has been a big help to me getting this place set up."

Roz went on, "We're both studying farm management at the agricultural university and it's really interesting and educational to work with Josh on his place as he sets it up from bare land."

My face must have revealed that I was somewhat over-whelmed by their enthusiasm as well as the close proximity of their naked bodies. They all lay down around me and quietened down. Josh went on 

"These two crazies finished exams yesterday and came home last night. They are back for the two month summer holidays and they don't have a pool at home, so here they are. Likely to be regular visitors, if you're ok with that?"

Roz explained, "Josh told us how you both lived in the city, if it helps you adjust we'll take it real easy, but with no hands we are quite prepared to help you in any way you need."

I started to cry, I'd never had a friend and now these two made me feel very welcome.

Josh just held me close while the girls took one leg each and gently rubbed my feet. 

"I need to pee."

Roz offered to help but I asked her to wait till next time. Josh helped me clean up after a pee and poo. I was starting to feel comfortable around him. We went back out and I just laid back on the lounger while Josh and the girls played in the pool. They all seemed so happy and relaxed.




Give Me a Hand



At University there had always been the three of us, a trio of girls who were rapidly closing in on their twenties and turning into women, and who hung around together. Ruth, petite and red haired, was the giggly and adventurous one, Dinah was the willowy blonde that any group needs to help pull the boys, and Dawn - that's me - was the mousy one, the bog standard, general issue female who doesn't stand out in any way, but makes up the numbers.

We were almost never apart, whether we were out clubbing or drinking, at gigs, raves or festivals, attending lectures, and even occasionally studying in the library, we'd always be together. We even went on multiple dates together to make sure that our boyfriends of the moment only got as far with us as we were prepared let them. In short we were known to be inseparable because we were seen doing everything together.

But there was one activity which we indulged in that we took care nobody saw us doing together. I'm not sure how that started, although I guess alcohol must have had something to do with it, but about once or twice a week we'd all get together in one of our rooms and have what we called our private fun time. If we were all in the right mood, and that was pretty often, someone would suggest that it might be playtime and then we would undress and either watch each other masturbate or help each other masturbate, or even use the vibrator that Ruth had bought on each other. The main aim, besides collapsing into embarrassed giggles, was to make each other come as hard and as often as possible. 

Now I must be clear that we were not really attracted to our own sex at all and everything we did was without any romantic overtones. To understand you have to remember that we were all subject to raging youthful hormones and unaccustomed freedoms at that time, and so we found it easy to be horny around each other. Fun time was our way of alleviating that horniness. So rather than being secret lesbians we were more like secret exhibitionists, if there can be such a thing, and our purpose was simply to have fun in each other's presence, you know, fooling around sexy fun. We didn't kiss, or make love, or anything like that, we just made each other orgasm, and then laughed at the noises we each made and the faces we pulled. The only time when any of us got even slightly more involved was once when Ruth went down on me, just, or so she said, to see what it was like. I must admit that I enjoyed it and I came really hard, but I don't think she thought much of it because it was never mentioned again.

Of course all too soon the time came when we left the university and went our separate ways, although we vowed to stay friends and keep in touch. And so we did at first, at least to an extent. We even met up a few times at and had a 'fun time' together, but soon serious boyfriends and careers, and then marriages and children, all got in the way. In the end Dinah's husband, Jed, landed a plum job with an Australian touring car race team and they emigrated. After that contact naturally tailed off to just phone calls and Christmas cards.

Now time had passed and we were all creeping up on thirty, and we were about to meet for the first time in years. This had come about because Dinah had come home for a visit, intent on catching up with friends and family, and she had suggested that the three of us got together one more time before she left to go back down under. She'd asked if she could stay over with one of us so that we could be just like we had been 'in the old days.' Both Ruth and I had a good idea what she had meant by 'the old days', but hey, why not? My place was the chosen venue because I was the one without a husband and/or kids to get in the way. 

I'd once had a husband, but he'd gone off with another woman and I haven't stopped celebrating since. He had about as much fun and adventure in him as a Trappist monk, the miserable little git. But I hadn't realised that when I married him of course.

Dinah was the first to arrive, looking as beautiful as ever in a powder blue two piece over a dazzling white blouse. How can anyone have twin boys and still look that trim? I haven't had any kids, but my figure is nothing like as good as it was, or I don't think so anyway, and my summer dress looked positively dowdy against her outfit.

I'd hardly had time to take her overnight bag from her hand when the doorbell rang again and Ruth stood there grinning like the famous Cheshire cat. We hadn't met for a couple of years and she'd put on a little weight since last I saw her, but she still looked prettier than she had any right to look in tight black slacks and a sweat shirt. We all hugged and kissed cheeks and then settled down to empty a couple of wine bottles, myself and Ruth sitting side by side on the sofa and Dinah in the big armchair opposite.

Of course Ruth and I wanted all the details of the Jed's job, not that we understood much of what we heard, and of what Dinah's home was like, how she'd coped with the numerous and unfamiliar Aussie snakes and spiders, and so on and so on. We 'oohed' and 'aahed' at what we considered the appropriate moments, gave her our genuine congratulations and tried to hide the broad green stripes that had developed down each of our backs.

Then we brought each other up to date with the more mundane bits of news, like how well the kids were doing at school, how good our newest gadgets were, how Ruth's family was settling in to her own new house, how the new diet fad was working and so on, and then we sort of ran out of steam and sat fidgeting and mutely looking at each other.

The truth was really that we'd not so much run out of steam as run out excuses to avoid the other, unspoken, reason for our get together. We all understood about that, but none of us had the guts to bring it up just in case we were wrong. All we needed was someone with the courage to actually say something, and each of us hoped it would be someone else. In the end it was Ruth who said the magic words.

'I think it's playtime, don't you?'

Of course we did, we were all feeling as randy as hell just at the thought, but we'd all hidden it just in case nobody else was. Now we all looked at each other with an innocent expression as if we'd never thought anything of the kind, and then we disintegrated into giggles when it was clear that we all had.

We pulled ourselves together and Ruth asked the customary question. 'How far?'

When, years before, we had first started having our fun times, we had always decided first how far we wanted to undress, but as we inevitably decided on stripping completely it just became a way of confirming everyone's consent, and "how far" essentially translated as "are we all cool with this?" To which there had developed a time-honoured reply.

'All the way.' Dinah and I chorused, pretty much in unison.

There was an excited expectancy in the way we all undressed. The quick nervous movements and shallow breaths all betrayed how we felt, even though we deliberately tried not to look at each other. We were all extremely anxious that this 'fun time' should be a good one, but we were very unsure how it would work after so long. In the end our collective nerve failed and we all just took our clothes off and then sat back in our seats to look expectantly at each other, each of us once again wanting someone else to make the first move.

'Your boobs have grown.' Ruth told Dinah, trying to break the lengthening silence without committing herself to anything.

Dinah cupped her breasts and jiggled them. 'I guess it's a legacy of two kids, along with my stretch marks.'

If she hadn't have mentioned them I don't think anyone would have noticed the marks, but her previously flawless belly did now bear the marks of motherhood. Not that it made her any less good-looking.

Then I noticed something different about Ruth. Her normally wild and curly red bush was completely gone. 'You've shaved.' I told her, as if she didn't know.

'Yes.' She agreed with a smile. 'Dale wanted me to. He said he got fed up with flossing his teeth every time he went down on me.'

Dinah leaned forward to get a better look. 'Let me see.'

Ruth parted her legs, showing us her smooth pussy to.

'It looks lovely.' I told her. 'Can I touch it?' 

I don't know what made me blurt it out like that, and I felt suddenly horribly embarrassed. I'd just wanted to feel the smoothness of her skin because shaving was something I thought of doing from time to time, but it can't have sounded that innocent. Fortunately potential embarrassment didn't seem to worry Ruth, probably because she thought it was my way of getting things moving, and so she just nodded and opened her legs a little wider. 

'Be my guest.'

I leaned across, reaching out to let the tips of my first two fingers run softly across her mound and then up and down each side of her pussy, gently stroking her labia. It felt so smooth, so soft and warm, so different to normally hairless skin, almost like skin that had been talcum powdered, and I just sat there trailing my fingers over her skin.

'That feels really nice.' I told her, unable to take either my eyes or my fingers from her pussy.

'You're telling me.' Her murmured reply made me smile.

Dinah watched me as I stroked Ruth, perhaps remembering the times when we played regularly with each other, but then she abruptly interrupted.

'Hey, come on. Aren't we getting a bit ahead of ourselves here? It always used to be self-service first, didn't it?'

She was quite right. It had always been our habit to begin a session by watching each other masturbate before any mutual touching. This time things had got off to a less organised start and we'd kind of missed out that bit.

'Trust you to be Miss Bossy-boots.' I told her, taking my hand way with obvious reluctance and rolling my eyes in mock frustration.

'Gotta do things right.' Dinah told me. 'Apart from that, you two can get together any time you want, I'll be half a world away and so I want my fun now. I want to remember today.' 

We couldn't really argue with that and so we just sat back as she settled back into the chair and spread her long legs wide, showing the fuzz of blonde hair that surrounded her pink and wetly shining pussy. We both watched her hand slide down between her legs and then, as she began to play with herself, we did the same.

I don't think any of us have a problem with being watched. I certainly don't. In fact, I love somebody seeing me touch myself. I don't know why but that's the way it is, and so having friends from my university days watching me play with myself gave me one hell of a buzz. I opened my legs as wide as my seat would let me and let my first two fingers find my clit. Then I just rubbed myself gently and gazed at the others in turn, watching them doing the same thing but in their usual different ways. 

Dinah was using two fingers, rubbing herself with quick little movements that danced back and forth over her clit, while Ruth was holding her labia apart with the first and third fingers, as I remembered she always used to, and using the extreme tip of her second finger to very softly circle the end of her clit, her hips jolting at the sensations she was producing. 

After a few minutes, after I was sure everyone's gaze had alighted on my pussy at least once, and when I could feel an orgasm slowly creeping up on me, I closed my eyes and just allowed myself get swallowed up by wonderful sensations. It was so damn good to play with myself so blatantly, knowing instinctively that at least one of the two girls would be watching me at any given moment, and so I let myself just enjoy the feeling and the company, being reminded of how enjoyable our times used to be by Dinah's quick little gasps and Ruth's throaty moans, and hearing my own involuntary noises becoming more pronounced as my climax crept closer. I wondered briefly why we had let such pleasures fade away, but then common sense gave me the answer. Time and circumstances. 

It was Dinah who came first, her little gasps turning into sharp little cries that built in volume, until suddenly she gave a keening wail and it was over. I opened my eyes and watched, imprinting her movements on my mind so that in the future I would always be able to remember her twitching and moving in her seat in her own jerky little way with her fingers flying over her clit and her head thrown right back. Dinah was always quick to come and her climax was perhaps not quite as intense as mine or Ruth's, but that didn't mean seeing her wasn't a turn on.

That said, I always found Ruth's climaxes more exciting to watch, because she comes much more heavily. She does it with her eyes squeezed tight, producing deep guttural groans while every muscle in her body seems to go into spasm. So a minute or so later, when she came, I made sure I watched her wriggling and writhing sinuously as she moaned and gasped until finally she went taut and rigid, her legs stretching out straight in front of her before her entire being seemed to collapse in on itself as her peak passed.

Suddenly both Ruth's and Dinah's eyes were on me, the last to climax as usual and enjoying the attention. I wonder sometimes if I subconsciously delayed my climaxes so I could be watched by the others, but I don't think so. I think it was just a happy coincidence that I was both the slowest to come and the most exhibitionistic. Whichever it was, it certainly worked for me this time, because my orgasm was tremendous, making me cry out and thrust up with my hips as each wave of pleasure poured through me. It seemed to go on and on before finally leaving me trembling from the intensity of sensations and gasping for breath.

'Wow, Dawn! You really enjoyed that didn't you?' Dinah observed when I finally came back to reality, her own voice not yet quite back to normal. I just nodded, unable to speak until I'd got my breath back.

It took a few minutes for any of us to be anything like recovered, and during that time we just sat there panting and grinning, three naked women with heaving chests and open legs. If anyone had looked through the window they would have wondered what the hell was happening.

'We haven't lost the knack then.' Ruth observed with a smile.

'It was good.' Dinah told us. 'And I'm going to go again.'

'Is that go or come?' I asked with a giggle.

'Both.' Dinah's hand slid back between her legs.

For a moment Ruth and I watched her begin to play again, but then Ruth looked at me and raised her eyebrows in query.

'Weren't we...?' She let her question tail off hopefully and turned slightly towards me, her legs spread wide.

'Yes, we were, weren't we?' I answered, moving closer to her and reaching out.

Once again my fingertips found the smooth skin of her soft outer labia and ran softly along them, up one side and down the other. It was lovely, stroking her and listening to her tiny sighs of contentment. She reached out her hand and gave my bare shoulder a squeeze of appreciation. There was no need; I was remembering how much I'd always enjoyed giving pleasure, perhaps even more than receiving it.

Soon my fingers moved so that they were travelling one each side, trailing up and down, creating little arousal noises. Ruth soon spread her legs even wider, inviting me to explore. 

'That looks nice.' 

Dinah's words interrupted us and we both glanced across, seeing her with one leg over each arm of her chair, giving us both the most explicit view of the two fingers she was pushing in and out of herself. There was no doubt that her display was deliberate, her comment designed to attract our attention.

'So does that.' Ruth played along, breathlessly echoing my own thoughts.

'Not sure how long this will last. My fingers are getting tired.' 

They were doing no such thing, of course, but Dinah always did like to be at the centre of things, and although she'd willingly begun to play with herself, she still wanted to be subject to someone's attentions and have them do it to her instead. 

It had always been difficult with three of us, because there was always going to be an odd one out, someone left to their own devices, someone who would have to play with themselves while the other two were busy together, and so it had long ago become the custom for each girl, as she had been brought to climax, to move on and do the same for the next one, each of us being "serviced" in turn. Dinah was trying to shortcut things, but Ruth was having none of it.

'Don't worry. I'll be there soon.' She told her, closing her eyes and surrendering to my ministrations for the moment.

I must admit that I still did find it exciting to be playing with one girl and watching another, all of us in the nude. I could see Dinah's pussy wet and open beneath the two fingers that were strumming at her clit while at the same time I was running my own fingers up and down Ruth's slit. By now I was stroking the inside of her labia, feeling the warm wetness of her entrance on the tips of my fingers and the hard little pea that was her clitoris as they passed it. Each time I touched her clit she jerked slightly from the sensation, and as my fingertips reached her hole she would push herself up a little, inviting me inside. She wanted both but to me it seemed to be which could I do best?

In the end I compromised. I slid from the sofa to crouch in front of her and push two fingers deep into her, and then I used the pad of my thumb to massage her clit. The deep little growl of pleasure told me I'd got it right. It wasn't long before her hips were gyrating on her seat and she was pushing back at my fingers in time to my thrusts.

'I'm coming.' She told me, stating the obvious.

Her eyes closed, her bottom lifted from the sofa and her hands made fists alongside her as the first rush of her climax hit. Then she groaned intensely and pushed herself against me as hard as she could each time, as if trying to engulf my entire hand. I pushed back, opposing her each time, adding another finger as I thrust into her as deeply as I could, wriggling them inside her to try and give her the maximum pleasure. She groaned and gasped and then, as always, her body went rigid, little gasping noises came from her mouth and then she simply sagged back, panting and shaking.

'God, you've got better.' She told me as she began to get her breath back. 'I thought you were going to push your whole hand in me there.'

'I was thinking about it.' I answered with a grin. 'You sure came hard.'

'I'm not surprised. How many fingers did you have up me?'

'Only three.' I assured her, adding playfully. 'I'll try for more if you like?'

Before she could answer we suddenly became aware of Dinah's gasps from diagonally behind me. I turned around just in time to see her shuddering into her orgasm. In honesty both Ruth and I had almost forgotten about her, so wrapped up were we in our own fun, while she had been busy watching and masturbating. Now we in turn watched her reach her climax.

She came as hard as we've ever seen her come before, her entire body jerking and jolting in the seat. We watched her face contort, screwed up and grimacing, with one hand gripping a breast so hard that the knuckles showed white while the other rubbed mercilessly at her clit. She looked as if she were going into a seizure, with her legs held rigidly out over the arms of her chair and every muscle showing tense and strained. I must admit that for a second or two I was actually worried for her, until she finally let out the long wailing sound that we knew so well and slumped into her seat, limp and spent, and I knew she had just had the most powerful orgasm of her life.

'Wow!' Exclaimed Ruth. 'What happened there?' 

Dinah just put up a hand and shook her head to tell us she couldn't speak yet, and we waited patiently for her to get her breath back, looks of curiosity on our faces.




Give Me a Hand



'I guess you don't need a hand from me after all.' Ruth observed after Dinah's heaving chest slowed.

'Oh, don't say that.' She replied, leaving Ruth and I confused again. 

We looked at each other and then back at Dinah who looked back at us. We waited as Dinah closed her legs and composed herself.

'I'm not sure what made me come like I did.' She gasped out eventually, looking at me. 'I think it was what you were saying.'

'What were we saying?' I tried desperately to think back.

'About putting your whole hand inside Ruth.'

'I was kidding,'

'Maybe.' She was still panting for breath. 'But I've always wanted to try that.'

'What?' Ruth frowned. 'Put your whole hand up me?'

'No, the other way around.' She paused while she took a couple of deep breaths. 'I've always wanted to be fisted, but Jed can't do it, his hand is too big. I know 'cos we've tried.'

Ruth looked at me. 'I know what's coming, don't you?'

'I can make a good guess.' It was fairly obvious where the conversation was headed. 

'So you need a hand.' She told Dinah with an impish smile. 'In more senses than one.'

'Yes. Can you?' Dinah looked hopeful. 'Will you?'

'I've never done it, but I'll try.'

'You'll need some lube.' I told them both, rising and heading for the stairs, not really believing what was happening. Being fisted was high on my list of things not to do, the very idea sacred me to death, but if Dinah wanted it - well it was probably her last time with us. I was just glad that Ruth had offered and not me.

As I took the lube out of my toy drawer I hoped neither of them would ask how come I already had it, although I guess they would have understood that I live alone and toys are an essential these days. Even so, I didn't want to have to explain the giant vibrator I had, the one that stretched me whenever I needed to feel something big up there. Whilst I had that thing I didn't ever expect to need fisting. For a moment I thought of taking a toy or two with me, but then I decided it wasn't such a good idea, grabbed a towel from the airing cupboard and went back down. 

I was just in time to hear Ruth reassuring Dinah that she'd be careful. The atmosphere had changed from light-hearted fun and suppressed excitement to more than a little anxiety. I wasn't even directly involved but my heart was pounding.

'Don't worry, I promise to take it slow and easy, and if you don't feel happy about anything just say so and we'll stop.'

'Stopping is the last thing I'll want you to do, I don't ever expect to get the chance to do this again. But I will stop you if I absolutely need to.'

'Okay.' Ruth nodded, then turned and took the lube from me. 'Ready?'

Dinah opened her legs just as she had before, one over each arm of the chair she was sitting in, but this time she was trembling, whether from arousal or fear I'm not sure, but noticeably trembling. Ruth knelt directly in front of her and squeezed some lube onto her fingers. I sat on the sofa, and then moved a little to one side so that I could see everything that happened.

'That's it, I want you to watch.' 

Dinah sounded anxious and excited both at the same time. Her eyes shone with pure lust, something I don't think I'd ever seen on her before. It wasn't lust for either of us, but for what Ruth was about to do to her. 

'Go ahead.' She told Ruth.

For a moment Ruth hesitated and I thought she was going to back out, but then she reached forward and spread the lube liberally around Dinah's vagina, making her gasp from the cold of it. Then she used one hand to "wash" the other in lubricant, so that her hand was absolutely covered front and back. I hadn't realised how much she would use and the full impact of what she was doing suddenly hit home. Her entire hand, not just a couple of fingers but everything up to her wrist, was intended to disappear into Dinah's passage. I felt an excited shiver run through me. 

Then Ruth slid two fingers into Dinah, moving them in and out, gently finger fucking her for a minute or two before adding a third, and then a fourth, all the while pushing a little deeper each time. I know I'd watched them play with each other in the past, but then it had all been egging each other on with girly giggles, but now it had become much more determined, much more intense. Neither woman was laughing this time, Ruth was concentrating on what she was doing and Dinah was sprawled open, her eyes darting around nervously, her hands hovering as if ready to intervene, but all the time with a look of extreme arousal on her face. I was surprised to find that watching them like that, and knowing what was supposed to be coming, was really turning me on.

Ruth now had four slippery, shiny fingers pumping steadily in and out of Dinah's wet pussy and it looked wonderful, especially when she folded her thumb over her palm and kept going, pushing her hand into Dinah. At first she just pushed with her hand flat, but then, as she pushed forward she started to turn her hand over, twisting it as if screwing herself int. I could see her getting further and further in, until only the width of her knuckles was stopping her, and still she kept pushing and turning her hand, ignoring Dinah's hovering hand and the anxious little whimpers that she was making, trying her hardest to get her entire hand into Dinah's pussy.

'Relax.' She told Dinah, softly, reassuringly. 'It's working.'

'It's hurting a bit.' Dinah gasped. 'But that's okay, don't stop, just be careful.'

Ruth nodded and although I couldn't see her face I could almost feel her smile of encouragement. She was determined to succeed and be the first of us to fist another. The whole thing was getting to me and my hand slipped between my legs almost of its own accord to find my clitoris.

Suddenly, even as I watched, Ruth's hand twisted and moved forward. The barrier had been passed and her hand disappeared into Dinah so that shining wet pussy lips closed around her wrist. 

'Oh, my goodness, it's in.' Dinah gasped, her eyes widening in astonishment and exhilaration. 'Don't move; let me get used to it.' She reached forward and grasped Ruth's wrist.

'There, I told you it would.' Ruth held her hand absolutely still. 'How does it feel?'

'Fabulous, incredible, absolutely amazing.' Dinah smiled broadly, shaking her head as if in disbelief. 'I can't explain how it feels, it's just brilliant.'

It looked brilliant too; Ruth's hand was completely engulfed by Dinah's pussy. An unexpected thrill ran through me at the thought of what they had just done and my fingers rubbed at my clit. 

But it wasn't finished yet. For a minute or so Dinah just held Ruth's wrist and prevented it from moving, but then, very tentatively, she began to move it back and forth, making Ruth's hand move gently inside her but at the same time limiting how far she could go. I watched, totally spellbound and very aroused to see one friend actually fist fucking the other. Nobody could have told me how erotic I would find it. I found myself timing the slow and sensuous movements of my fingers over my clit with the movements of Ruth's hand.

'If I let go, will you take it easy?' Dinah asked Ruth, her understandable nervousness still evident.

Ruth nodded and Dinah released her wrist, her hand hovering close for a moment or two before she relaxed back and gave herself over to Ruth. 

'Oh, that's wonderful.' Dinah told her. 'You have no idea.'

'Sshhh, just enjoy it.' Ruth spoke so quietly it was almost a whisper.

I agreed with Dinah. Neither Ruth nor I could have any idea what it felt like, but if it was as good as it looked then it truly would be wonderful. Ruth began moving a little quicker, and I could see that she was also now turning her hand as she thrust into Dinah's body.

'Yes.' Dinah answered the unasked question. 'I love that. You can go a bit further if you want to.'

I didn't notice any deeper thrusts by Ruth, but she did push a little more firmly and a little bit faster. I noticed how much more quickly I was rubbing myself to keep in time with her.

'You're going to make me come soon.' Dinah announced breathlessly. 'Be careful, won't you?'

'I promise.' Ruth assured her. I could understand Dinah's worry. If she got carried away in her climax a sudden jolt could cause real damage if Ruth wasn't taking notice.

'It's happening.' Dinah was gritting her teeth as she set herself to hold still. 

It wasn't happening for me yet, much as I wanted it to. I was playing with myself hard, turned on, waiting and wanting to come, but not close enough yet. I wasn't going to make it before Dinah came. I would be late as usual.

'I know.' Acknowledged Ruth, her hand still moving back and forth inside Dinah's passage. 'Just let it happen.'

'Oh God.' Dinah began to give out her usual little gasps and whimpers as her orgasm arrived, but instead of jerking around she was visibly holding herself rigid, trying to prevent her pelvis from jolting the hand inside her. But Ruth was equally aware of the possibilities and rode with Dinah's movements, pulling back a little when Dinah's bottom lifted only to push back in as it subsided, and still maintaining the twisting, thrusting action that was giving Dinah such pleasure.

Eventually Dinah shuddered as her orgasm began to pass, and Ruth slowed her movements until she was back to being stationary with her hand still encased in Dinah's pussy. I was far from being still though; I was rubbing my clit like mad, jealous of Dinah's enjoyment and needing to come like never before. Even watching Ruth's hand, slick and slippery, slither sexily out from inside Dinah, and see her pussy lips close slowly behind it, wasn't quite enough to send me over the edge.

'Give me a hand, please.'

I'm not sure if I knew what I was saying when I said it and it was deliberate, or if I thought I was just requesting help to orgasm, but both Ruth and Dinah stared at me in disbelief as they understood my appeal in a totally different way. Then, the moment I realised what they were thinking a wave of lust swept through me and whatever I meant before, I now wanted just what they thought I did. My earlier thoughts were forgotten as I did a complete about face. Having seen Dinah enjoy it so much now I wanted to be fisted too.

'Are you sure?' Ruth asked as she wiped her slippery hands on the towel.

'I need a hand.' I repeated with a nod, adding. 'Fist me someone.'

'My turn.' Dinah announced, looking surprised. 'Let me get my breath back first.'

She might have asked for a breather, but she didn't seem to need one because she immediately came and knelt between my legs, looking at my pussy.

'It's absolutely amazing.' She told me, still breathing heavily. 'You're going to love it. It'll be the sexiest thing you've ever done.'

I hoped she was right. I wasn't feeling as nervous as she had been, but I was still apprehensive. I licked dry lips as I watched her reach for the lube and squeeze some onto her fingers.

'Same rules?' I asked. 'Stop if I tell you to?' 

I wasn't backing out; I was far too turned on for that. I just needed to hear her promise. Her breathing had quietened and she smiled up at me quite calmly. 'Yes. And I'll be careful.'

I was reassured by her manner, but before I could say so she suddenly placed her lube covered fingers on my pussy, making me flinch at the sensation of cold lube on hot flesh. She looked up anxiously, even though she had reacted in the same way earlier.

'Okay?'

'Yes, do it.'

My heart was hammering in anticipation and my breathing was quick and shallow, I wanted it so badly I could hardly contain myself. I felt like shouting to her and telling her to get her damn hand in there right now. But I knew it had to be done slowly and gently, both for reasons of pleasure and safety, and so I forced myself to bend my legs right back and open them even wider, and then passively let her spread the lube around my hole. Ruth sat down beside me, staring in fascination at what Dinah was doing.

'Press down to go under the pubic bone and turn your hand over as you push in,' she advised, making it sound horribly cold-blooded and technical for a moment.

Dinah nodded. 'I felt what you did,' she reminded Ruth as she coated her hands with lube.

I was scared, but the first finger that entered me instantly changed all that. It felt beautiful in its own right as well as serving as a precursor reminding me what was to come. I sighed involuntarily and leaned back, surrendering myself. Dinah wiggled her finger a couple of times, and then I felt another join it, side by side inside my vagina, pushing slowly and firmly in and out, from just inside to full depth and back. I looked across at Ruth, still staring eagerly at me, and then down at Dinah, seeing there a mix of excitement and concentration. God, I felt so aroused by what was happening and from being the centre of attention for the two women. I was wet and open, ready for anything and impatient for everything. 

Dinah wriggled another finger into me, looking up to check that everything was still okay. I smiled down and nodded, statement made without a word being spoken. My only concern was that I was getting too turned on, too excited, so hot that I feared I might come before it happened, though I suppose feared is perhaps the wrong word.

'I might come too soon,' I told her.

'There's no such thing as too soon.' She scolded me. 'Soon just means there'll be time for another.' 

I should have known she'd take it as a challenge. I looked down at her, seeing an almost wolfish smile on her face as she tried to make me come, her breasts jiggling as her three fingers began thrusting more purposefully, her thumb reaching up to deliberately rub against my clit. I could see that she wasn't going to stop until I came, and it felt too good to prevent her, so I just let it happen.

It was a harder, longer, and much more intense climax than the previous one, perhaps because I wasn't doing it to myself, and perhaps because of what I was expecting to follow. Anticipation can be a great stimulant sometimes. When it was over I was gasping and trembling, my legs held wide and a grinning Dinah kneeling between them.

'That was the starter, now for the main course.' She announced, her fingers still moving inside me and sending little darts of enjoyment through my orgasm sensitised pussy.

I was so turned on I felt light-headed, I wanted it so badly. I watched as Dinah turned her hand sideways to insert the fourth finger, thrusting into me and at the same time turning her hand back and forth, widening my entrance and making me ready. Then she paused, looking at me as if seeking final permission, and smiled back when I licked my lips, smiled nervously and nodded. 

Still looking into my face she folded her thumb into her palm and began to push in earnest. I stared back at her, willing myself to open and take her, feeling her twist and wriggle her hand as she pushed down and in, knowing it was going in just a little bit further each time. I was full, uncomfortably full and it began to hurt, a burning pain beginning to grow as my pussy was stretched beyond its normal capacity. The hurt grew stronger and I could feel my face tightening under it. I was frightened I would tear and I so tempted to tell Dinah to stop before anything happened, but it felt so good at the same time and there was no way I was going to give up if I didn't have to.

'All right?' Dinah asked, seeing my discomfort.

'Yes.' I told her through tight lips. 'Don't stop,'

She pushed and turned her hand again, forcing her way further inside me, the discomfort grew and then, just as I was feeling I absolutely needed to quit, her hand slid forward in a strangely beautiful slither, all discomfort ceased, and she was inside me, her entire hand in my pussy and my entrance closed around her wrist.

'Oh my god.' I breathed, holding myself motionless, my eyes darting from Dinah to Ruth and back, a smile of wonder and exhilaration breaking out across my face. 'I'm actually being fisted.'

For a few moments we all remained still, a tableau of naked women overwhelmed by what we were doing, while I looked down at a wrist sticking out of my pussy. It was an absolutely awe-inspiring sensation, and I could hardly believe it was happening.

'Nice?' Dinah asked eventually, her face lit by an excited smile.

I nodded carefully and a little nervously, still trying not to jerk or to push back at her hand in response to the overwhelming sensations. 'You were right, it is absolutely amazing.'

'What do you want me to do?' She asked, unsure of how to go on. 

'Whatever you want.' It was more of a gasp than anything else. I was getting used to the feeling and wanted to try more. 'Just take it easy.'

Dinah smiled and then began to slowly and tentatively open and close her hand a little inside me.

'Alright?'

'Wonderful.' I closed my eyes to just let the feeling wash over me, conscious at the same time of Ruth leaning forward to get a better view, one hand reaching for and softly stroking the back of my folded thigh. The thought that she was watching so intently was only adding to my pleasure.

Slowly but surely Dinah began to move more surely inside me, her hand opening and twisting gently at the same time so that her fingers tracked across the roof of my passage until she closed her hand again. It felt so bloody good I just wanted more of it. But then she gave me more as she started to thrust into me, gently and slowly at first, but then more quickly, timing it so that she moved forward as her fingers closed and then opening them as she moved back, never in danger of doing hurt but filling me with a squirming, twisting, writhing, chunk of ecstasy. 

'My god, Dinah, who told you how to do that?' I gasped, opening my eyes for a second to see the concentration on her face. 

'Nobody, I just figured you'd like it.'

'Like it? It's fantastic. But be careful if I come.' I cautioned her.

'It's not if, it's when. Because I'm not stopping 'til you do.' She told me.

That was what I wanted to hear, even though I'd recently come and wasn't ready to climax again yet. There was nothing I wanted to do now except hold on and enjoy the ride, to let her do whatever she wanted to me, inside me. I daren't let go of my legs, I just held on to them, holding them right back to give Dinah access to me, even though I desperately wanted to join in, to tug at my breasts, to squeeze my own nipples and to rub at my clit. Anything to add that little extra to the breath-taking sensations that I was feeling, that little extra thrill that would send me over the edge into orgasm.

Then somehow Ruth seemed to sense what I needed, for she stroked her hand all along my leg to my pussy, running a couple of fingers around my overstretched hole as if to feel Dinah's wrist entering me, and then traced my slit until they could rub gently at my clit, light, rapid, fairy-fingered strokes across my button that soon had my pussy on fire.

I wanted to tell them how good it felt, but I was past that, past any rational thought at all, and I just smiled at them, shaking my head slowly from side to side to convey my wonder as they brought me closer and closer to a what I knew would be a gigantic orgasm.

'I'm going to come.' I warned them. 'Please be careful.'

'Relax.' Dinah reassured me. 'Just enjoy it like I did.'

I was lucky. When the tornado that was my climax hit me a couple of minutes later, the position I was in prevented me from making any sudden movements. My pelvis wanted to thrust itself onto Dinah's hand, but with my legs held back it could find no leverage and my head jerked back instead. Time after time another massive shockwave ran through me, sending my head and neck jerking and jolting around, turning the gasps and cries that I couldn't restrain into incoherent coughs and hiccups that made both Ruth and Dinah smile in amusement. But there was nothing I could do, Dinah's hand and Ruth's fingers united to send wave after wave of sensations along my nervous system, spreading out from my beautifully abused pussy to the tips of my extremities, making my muscles spasm and sending my senses into overload. It was the most fantastic, awesome, all consuming orgasm I have ever had in my entire life. So good that I wasn't sure that I could endure it, until, of course, I did.




Give Me a Hand



When it was over Ruth sat back, watching me with a look of total wonder on her face, while Dinah rocked back onto her heels, just gazing silently at me with her hand still inside me, motionless now, waiting for me to be ready for her to remove it. I nodded, slack-mouthed and silent, not wanting to lose her but knowing that I must. She turned her hand gently and withdrew it with surprising ease. It seemed to just slide out, hardly pulling at my entrance as her knuckles passed through so much more easily than the other way. 

That was the upside, the downside was that she left me feeling strangely empty and forsaken, almost as if I'd been abandoned. It was a strange feeling and one I can't explain. I knew now why Dinah had been so eager to start on me, and now I was just as impatient to do the same to Ruth.

'Your turn, Ruth.' I told her as soon as I had enough breath.

She shook her head regretfully. 'I wish I could.' She explained. 'But my period's too close. I'm too tender right now.'

The look on her face told me that she was genuine, rather than trying to back out of anything.

'Can we meet another time?' She asked me.

'I don't think there's any doubt of that.' Dinah interrupted. 'I can see enthusiasm written all over Dawn's face. She'll want it again and that's a certainty.'

She was right, of course. I did want to take it again, and to try doing it to Ruth. It was just as shame that Dinah wouldn't be around so that I could repay the unbelievable pleasure she had just given me. I'd not wanted to be fisted at first, never in a million years. But a girl's entitled to change her mind and I'm so damn glad that I did.



Give Me a Hand



A quick phone call home and the girls stayed for dinner. Another first for me, a BBQ, nice food, nice company and a gentle, caring atmosphere. The girls went home after dinner after asking if they could come over tomorrow and give me a bath. They figured that would be easier than a shower. 

I was looking forward with mixed feelings to my bath tomorrow when Josh put me to bed. 

I woke up to the sound of birds, different but nice. I clambered awkwardly out of bed thinking that hands made so many things easier. I couldn't find Josh again and I really needed to pee. I realised the shorts were quite loose so I hooked the top under the kitchen bench and tried to lift up but then had to half stand on a stool to get enough height. Success! I raced into the toilet and sat down with a sigh of relief and accomplishment. I was able to use my elbows to drop a washcloth on the edge of the bath and straddled that to wipe myself. Yah, I'm clever and independent! Oops, maybe not, when I came in I had kicked the door closed behind me and now I couldn't open it. I had to wait 5 minutes until Josh came in before I was set free. 

Josh was quite impressed with my independence which made me feel proud but I still needed him to make me a coffee and breakfast. If you've never tried drinking coffee through a straw – don't, it's really weird. I suddenly realized that I hadn't put my shorts back on after my pee and was about to demand that Josh dress me when the girls arrived and told me I was clever to start getting ready for my bath. They ran a nice hot bath and then put plastic bags over my hands to keep them dry. It was so nice. After scrubbing my hair and ALL my body Roz said "You really need to get that birds nest pruned."

I couldn't work out what she meant for a minute until I looked where they were looking. I remembered the nurse had said something about that too. 

"Get your brother to shave it for you, he does ours whenever we're here and he is good." Roz suggested.

"Especially the quality check.", chipped in Jacqui

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked.

They didn't answer but called out to Josh that there would be three for the treatment this morning.

He laughed and said he had everything ready out by the pool when they were ready.

The girls dried me and wrapped a towel round me and took me outside.

"I'll go first," said Jacqui, "so you can see what's done."

I sat on one lounger while Jacqui sat on another with her legs over the sides. Josh positioned himself between her legs and got some shaving gel. He started to rub it where her pubic hair would be.

"This is one of the fun bits" explained Roz

The smile on Jacqui's face showed she was enjoying the attention. I felt Josh spent more time than was really necessary rubbing that gel in but Jacqui never complained. He picked up a razor and with a few quick strokes covered the pubic area. Jacqui lifted her legs high and Josh went all the way round to her anus. My eyes were wide but they got wider when Josh started what I quickly guessed was the quality check. He carefully ran his tongue over the whole area he had shaved then ran the razor over some bits again. After wiping the remaining gel off with a hot cloth he again, carefully ran his tongue all the way from her anus the whole length of her lips. Not once, not twice, but about ten times until Jacqui shuddered and yelled "Yes, yes, yes!"

My mouth could have had a truck driven in, I could hear Roz's breathing beside me, not breathing so much as panting.

"You're next Melanie."

"I, I, I.....oh my God"

Jacqui got up and gave Josh a kiss that I thought would melt the concrete. That's my brother getting kissed. I hesitated to move but that wasn't a problem as Josh moved his tray of gear to my seat instead. I whimpered.

"Josh..."

"It's ok sis, I have it on good advice that I am very good at this, just relax and let the girls position you."

With Roz and Jacqui on either side I didn't have a choice, my legs were spread and Josh got busy with some scissors and then the gel. The gel, oh my goodness, the gel. Now I could sense why the gel needed to be rubbed in so thoroughly. Who am I kidding? This was getting sexual. I, who had never had a boyfriend, who had never masturbated (could barely spell the word!) was getting stimulated. I wasn't totally ignorant, I had felt odd twinges over my years as I showered or sometimes touched myself but had never really explored myself. And this felt so good!

Josh started with the razor, he started from the top and with a few simple strokes he was down to my lips. He slid his finger between my lips and stretched one side then the other so the razor could pass easily. He had touched there when he wiped me after peeing but this was very different.



"Next stage girls." He said and they lifted my legs higher. Josh rubbed a little more gel on. "Need it for the first time", he explained.

A few quick strokes and I could feel I was bald all over.

I started to quiver thinking about the quality check. Josh looked me in the eyes, "Full treatment?"

"Ye...ye... yes please."

Roz giggled "She's already dripping in expectation." as she looked at my opening.

Josh smiled gently then looked quizzical "Are you still a virgin?" 

I nodded shyly.

Jacqui said softly "Then you are in for the ride of your life Mel, no seat belts, just Josh's magic tongue. I know 'cause he was my first too."

"Mine too," said Roz, "but as you are his sister, this will be extra special."

I whimpered again as Josh lowered his face and gently licked my ass. He ran his tongue slowly up to my opening, then along my lower lips to the nub at the top. I yelped as a sensation I'd only heard about rang through my body. He moved back down and repeated the slow, teasing stroke. I whimpered again while the girls cradled my legs. My body took over from my mind and I opened myself further to Josh's ministrations. 

"Oh.... my .... God"

I reached some sort of peak or plateau and Josh sensed this, pulled back and gently washed where he had shaved.

I looked at him.

"If you do that to me on a regular basis I'll be your slave for life."

He smiled "Family discount – daily shave, no charge."

"I don't think he could manage three slaves anyway." laughed Roz.

I watched as Roz got her shave then Josh put the gear away and left us for some girl talk while he did some work. I discovered that where Josh had shaved us is known as a 'pussy' possibly because a girl starts purring when her pussy gets stroked. I suddenly realized that I had been sitting outside stark naked ever since my bath and I felt ok about it. We had lunch and then we all went for a walk up into the native forest. They showed me a stream that had some nice swimming holes that I could try when my hands were healed. The girls struggled to accept that I had never been swimming and promised to teach me.

We went back to the house for another BBQ dinner with a salad. It was so much better than takeaways. It still felt very strange to be doing everything naked but it certainly made many things easier. I had even managed to pee in the forest standing up. Shake dry? Nah, but air dry worked ok though. I felt comfortable with Jacqui helping wipe me when I needed it.

The girls went back home about 8pm leaving Josh and I to watch a bit of TV. Sitting on the sofa naked with my brother. It was a little weird but I realized that no-one had said anything about my tiny tits or called me Mouse. I was reminded of the saying about changing what can be changed and accepting what can't be changed.

I went to bed about 10 after Josh helped me wash up. I woke up in the morning with THAT feeling. I called out urgently.

"Josh, major problems." I caught him before he had gotten up.

"What's up, sis?"

"Period"

He got a tampon and gently inserted it. What the hell! He put it in better than I ever could.

"Ok bro, explanation time. I can understand you being ok wiping my pussy after peeing, I can sort of understand your expertise at wiping my ass, but how did you become an expert at putting tampons in?"

He laughed "You remember at the hospital when the nurse and I disappeared for a bit. Well she took me into the toilets and gave me a very practical demonstration of everything I needed to do for you. She even gave me an exam where she kept her hands out of the way and I had to do everything on her."

"Oh, is that all she asked you to do? She told me she thought you were quite a hunk."

"Yes, that's all. It surprised me, but it was a valuable lesson that has been very useful. Of course with shaving the girls I'm quite comfortable down there, but she taught me a few important things about tampons and stuff that I'd never realized before. If you're comfortable with me doing your tampons then I must have learnt my lesson well."

Only my second day naked, I felt a little self-conscious about the string hanging down but no-one said anything apart from Josh saying I probably shouldn't go in the pool for a few days. 

A few more days like that and I was feeling more and more comfortable with my brother and myself. Especially still getting laid back and shaved every second day. Especially THAT quality check!!

My period finished and it was time to go to the local hospital to check my hands. I walked out to the ute and Josh cracked up laughing, "You're going to make it very easy for them to check everything, aren't you?'

I realized I was still naked. 

"Do you think someone will object? .... Ok, I'll get dressed. But we hurry back, right?"

"Ok, ok. I didn't realize my sister was such a dedicated nudist."

The checkup revealed that my hands were healing well, but I still needed another 2 weeks before they could take the casts off.

We stopped at the supermarket and I felt happy shopping with my brother. It just felt so different to my past life, reclusive in my apartment. This was so much better.

When we got home there was the letter and cheque from the insurance, $60,000. "I suppose I better start thinking about getting set up again", I told Josh.

"I think you're happy here, sis. Why don't you work from here?"

"I'll think about it Josh, there's a few issues, but... give me a bit."

"No pressure. If you like, there's a good computer store in town so we could make a start on that side of things. Any ideas about what you'd like?"

"We'll talk about that tomorrow and come up with some specs. Important things first – take my damn clothes off."

"My sis – the nudist."

I thought a lot that afternoon and lay in bed thinking. About midnight I realized what I wanted.

"Josh, you awake?"

"Ugh, um, what's up sis, potty time?"

"No doofus, cuddle time."

Josh stumbled in, "What?"

"I can't stay here if it means pushing you out of your bed. So get in and see if we can sleep together without killing each other."

"Oh.... that's....oh..... OK." Josh slipped into his bed and curled up behind me.

In the morning I discovered we hadn't killed each other, rather a side effect of sleeping together naked meant his penis was pressed between my butt cheeks and I LIKED IT THERE.

Josh stirred and started to move.

"Don't you dare, little brother. I know logically what should happen next, but as a virgin I have no idea how to do it"

"What do you mean sis?"

"Penis goes in vagina, even I know that."

"But...... but....... but......... you're my sister."

"Your point being? I know you care for me and about me. I suspect you know more than just how to shave the twins, so share the knowledge with me. Just like the nurse did – a practical please."

"But you're my sister."

"Duh – and you're my brother. So what? Stop arguing and get practical."

"But it's incest."

"Shut up. If you like, you can say I raped you, but you have to teach me how first."

"Mel.. my little mouse. ............... OK. Lesson one – the decision has been made, now don't rush things. You remember being shaved and me licking you, was it fast or slow?"

"Slow, so slow I was quivering."

"OK, remember that. Some definitions. Fucking, just like animals, no heart or soul involved, Having sex, like fucking but you know who you're with. Making love, some ask how you can make an emotion or feeling, but it usually involves a bit of heart and soul. Joining is a term I've read about, it means the physical expression of the deep love between two people. Which would you prefer, sis?"

"No debate, the deep one. 'Join' me Josh"

"Ok then, slowly."

He turned me gently towards him and touched my lips with his. A slow movement, just rubbing our lips together, our eyes open looking deeply into each other. A little touch, a tease, his tongue found my lips and I opened my mouth slightly. His tongue flicked inside my lips touching my teeth which opened in response. 

I realized my body was quivering, trembling with anticipation. His mouth moved around, down to my neck and brushed the skin under my ear. I responded with a gasp as the sensation permeated all the nerves in my body. I didn't know what was next, but I was signed on till the end.

I looked at Josh's face and wished my hands were free to touch him back. I realized my mouth was the only part I could use and tried to twist to kiss his neck.

"No sis, today I explore you. You may kiss anything that comes within reach, but I want your hands healed as fast as possible so just let me do all the work."

Tears ran down my cheeks as I understood that my brother was going to be my lover because he loved me and I vowed to always return that love from the core of my being.

Josh's lips moved further over my body, brushing gently over my shoulders and moving down. I lifted my chest for him, as if to say I do have something here, not much, but all I've got is yours. Josh circled my tiny mounds which swelled to meet him. The areola lifted and the nipples rose. Good grief, with nipples erect I had breasts, not cow udders, but responsive female breasts. I knew I was a woman in the making. 

Josh moved on down my body, his lips teasing, tugging, nipping, and with his tongue busy doing what it was very experienced at doing. My body was tingling and I could feel wetness in my pussy. Yes, this pussy was purring and he hadn't even touched me there yet. As he approached, my back arched but he moved away and I mewed, wanting, but not knowing what. Around, closer, away, around, my breath coming in gasps, I moaned. Josh took pity on me and nuzzled into my centre, my legs opened and my lips parted. I was willing, I was ready, I wanted it now. But still he continued. His mouth, his lips, his tongue, teasing me, arousing me, Doing things to me that I didn't know the words to describe. I could feel my body changing, the wetness spreading between my legs, it seemed to be wetter. Josh's tongue touched me, as he did when he shaved me, but now with a whole new meaning that I was starting to understand. He lifted my legs and his tongue touched my anus, unexpected, but my cheeks parted to allow access. My body was Josh's to do with as he pleased. Around my anus and then his tongue pointed and entered a little. I made no negative judgements and allowed my brothers greater knowledge to teach me, teach me about myself. The sensation stirred me, yes it was exciting, maybe he might even enter me there. That thought excited me more as I realize that I had more than one virginity to gift Josh.

His tongue moved on and I felt a moment of doubt, had I done something wrong. No, his tongue reached my vagina and boldly licked inside. My wetness doubled, quadrupled, I sensed the sheets were in grave danger; perhaps a flood warning was needed. Josh's tongue flicked on past my peehole that he was so good at cleaning and flicked the flap of flesh where my lips joined. I yelped at the sudden sensation. Josh stayed there and his tongue flicked again, I yelped again. A gentle suck and I melted, moaned and exploded. My legs wrapped around Josh's head as I tried to pull him inside. I trembled while Josh just held me. I looked down at him and asked.

"Was that...?"

"Yes, your first orgasm, the first of many."

"Oh God, I.. I...I don't know how many of those I can handle, especially as I have no hands."

Josh smiled, "No one has ever been reported dying from too many orgasms, so my target is for you to have at least eight as payment for your virginity."

"No....its free... it's a gift...no payment needed... I'd die with eight of those."

Josh smiled at my protestations and gently kissed and sucked my nipples. They were still erect and very sensitive. I shivered. "Please... Josh .... eight!...... I'll try...... I trust you"

He moved up and gently kissed my lips, at last I could kiss him back.

"I..... I love you Josh."

He pulled back and looked deep into my heart through my eyes.

"I love you too Melanie, I always have. That's why I had to move."

All those little things fell into place. The careful distance he had always kept from me when we lived together.

"No more, little brother, we are going to be together for a long time. Now 'join' with me."

Josh kissed me deeply as his arms circled me in a loving hug. I kissed his shoulder, his neck and everywhere else I could reach. Josh returned my kisses and then moved down again to where he had recently visited with such mind-blowing results. I started to tense up and then surrendered, "Josh, my love, I'm all yours."

He licked me, he kissed me, he sucked, his tongue entered me, he was welcome everywhere. My clit responded, it was a trigger to another explosion. Josh held me as I rode the wave. Then his fingers joined the touching and one slipped inside my vagina. It rubbed along the top and another explosion was triggered. I was incapable of coherent speech, my breathing was ragged, all I could do was gasp and moan.

Josh moved up and looked me in the eyes

"Are you sure, sis, is this really what you want?"

I gathered my wits and realized this was the final step "Yes, Josh, I give you my virginity with all my love."

He positioned his penis at my entrance and I moved my legs wider "Enter, my brother, and abide in love." 

He pushed into me firmly, breaking my hymen and causing a yelp with the pain. He held still and the sudden pain eased. I relaxed and smiled at Josh, "I'm a woman now, Josh, your woman, love me, love me forever."

He started to pull out then pushed back in. He repeated and repeated this and I could feel his penis filling me. My senses focused on the core of my being as the feelings welled up inside me. I felt Josh's penis swell up and I overflowed. I yelled, I arched my body and then felt a gush inside as Josh filled me. 

My legs wrapped around him and held him close as I caught my breath.

"That was only five bro, you promised eight." I smiled.

"That was only round one sis." 

I stopped smiling.

"Can... can we maybe have round two tomorrow, you know, once I start breathing again?"

"OK sis, that kind of wiped me out too. If we do too much we might be careless of your hands and I am looking forward to not having big lumps of plaster waving around when you get excited."

We lay there in the afterglow until we realized there was a bit of a wet patch under us. We got up and Josh lowered me into the bath where he lovingly washed me and held me. After drying us both he started breakfast and washed the bedsheets. We finished a leisurely meal and then he hung the sheets out on the line while I lay back on the lounger watching him, my brother, my lover, my love.

The girls came walking up the driveway laughing and talking.

"Hi guys, how's everything?" 

Roz noticed the sheets, "Didn't you wash sheets yesterday? Did someone wet the bed? Hahaha!"

She looked at Josh, she looked at me.

"I think I know who wet the bed."

Jacqui looked at her puzzled, "What....oh... you don't think...... oh my...... Oh way to go guys! Damn, I lost the bet."




Give Me a Hand



Josh looked surprised, "What bet?"

Jacqui answered him, "I bet you'd wait till she got her hands free."

Roz looked at Josh and I and started laughing. 

"We could see things developing from when he shaved you Mel, It was just a matter of time... Now, no secrets, Josh has been loving Jacqui and I and if that upsets you then we'll stop now, you and Josh's love comes first."

I felt special that they would step back from my brother just like that, then I thought about the love they had both shown me.

"I .. I... understand I think, I think I need a bit of time to get sorted, this is so new to me."

Roz came and hugged me, "On a more practical note, have you got any questions about sex and loving that should be girl-talk?"

"I probably have hundreds, but I don't know what to ask. Maybe if we just talk, girl-talk."

Josh laughed, gave the twins a hug and then gave me a bone-cruncher hug. 'He really is a hunk', I thought. He headed out to care for the animals and other stuff on the farm.

Roz, Jacqui and I sat around and talked. All naked, all non virgins. I felt like I had really grown up. 

"Melanie, are you still thinking about last night? Your nipples are sticking out far enough to hang Christmas decorations on."

"Actually it was this morning, and I don't know how to make them go down."

"Ah, yes morning sex, always seems to have a longer lasting effect."

We talked about sex all morning! They weren't surprised when I mentioned my reaction to a tongue in my ass and told me that Josh would use lots of lubrication when he entered there. I realized that they both loved Josh just as much as I did and I wondered if I could share him without getting upset.

When Josh came back at lunchtime I had an idea.

"Josh, I'd like you to give the girls their shave, with the full treatment. I really appreciate the offer from them to back off but I think this mouse is big enough to share. This would be a way for me to get used to sharing so go and get your gear."

I found out what it was like to kiss a girl, two girls in fact, as they wrapped themselves around me. Their pussys pressed against my legs and their full breasts against my chest. I liked it.

Josh came back out with the shaving gear and I watched closely to ensure that Roz got the full treatment. I sent Josh back to give her a second orgasm and asked her if she would like a third. 

"N.. n.... not just now, th...th...thanks, I'm kinda wiped out by two."

Jacqui got the same treatment and she was wiped out by two as well.

"Come on you two, I survived five this morning and here's you two flat after two. Out of practice isn't an excuse."

"He must have been giving you mild ones." Josh just shook his head and smiled

"Oh, I know what it must be. A family trait. They can both have multiples, we know Josh can, and has, and if you managed five of Josh's then I'm glad we can share because just us two can't handle him."

I thought for a moment and looked at Josh, "One big happy family?"

His smile widened and he looked me in the eye, "Are you sure sis?"

"I'm sure"

The group hug lasted for ages before they realized that I hadn't had my shave yet. With Josh between my legs and Roz and Jacqui kissing me and sucking my nipples I came another four times before Josh complained his tongue was getting tired.

Three weeks later we were back at the hospital and my hands were freed. We ordered three highly spec'd new computers to be ready next week and I started studying to get my driver's license.

We got back, stripped and were all in the pool very quickly where swimming lessons started.

We couldn't stay naked year round and when snow fell we played fully clothed. We bought a hot tub and built an enclosure for it. That tub got lots of use with all of us in it. Near the end of winter Roz and Jacqui's father died after a short illness leaving them and their mother to run their farm. Back into summer and back out of clothes. Josh and I had been doing enough website work to keep our income levels very comfortable. Then a set of events that triggered some serious discussions and thinking.

Roz and Jacqui joined me – all pregnant.

I'm surprised it hadn't happened sooner but we just blamed the bad influence of the hot-tub as our due dates meant we'd all gotten pregnant about three weeks after we started using the tub.

We were all sitting around the swimming pool kicking ideas around and also working out how we could still 'join' with big bellies when Roz and I tried pushing our pussys together to see if we could. Just didn't seem to work when Roz complained

"Well how do lesbians do it then?"

Her mother came round the corner and told her, "Scissor your legs so they cross over."

We tried that and suddenly our pussys were rubbing against each other

"Hey, that feels funny."

Roz stopped suddenly and looked shocked at her mother. Now, her mother had been over before many times, but always politely rang first so we were dressed. I thought she was rather straight-laced, now here she was telling us how lesbians get together.

"Mom, how do you know? OH NO – oh..Mom, I'll,,, we.....we'll go and get dressed."

"Oh, sit down naked and carry on if you must, like that's not very satisfying, especially when you have the real thing. And that's what I want to talk to you all about."

"Josh, are you or are you not responsible for the current pregnant state of all three of these girls?"

"Firstly, are you carrying a shotgun or suchlike? If not then I'll admit, yes I am."

"Right, that gives us a basis to move forward on. My second question: would you be willing to shave an old pussy and do your special quality check that I've overheard these two giggling about for a few years?"

"MOM!"

"No pussy is too old, I'll be happy to oblige."

"I promise I'm too old to get pregnant so the FULL treatment is safe."

"MOM!!!"

"Oh, be quiet you two, or this pussy will start to get catty. Why should you have all the fun?"

Josh came back out with the shaving gear as Mrs James undressed. 

"Now how do you want me?"

"MOM!!!!!"

"At least Josh knows what I mean, you two have got dirty minds."

I could see she had a smirk that she was carefully hiding from her daughters. Those double meanings weren't going to stop. Josh did his best shave ever and the quality test seemed to drag on forever. Mrs James had cum at least three times that I could see before she said that she was satisfied.

"Now let's look at these growing bellies and work out the best way to handle the situation. Melanie, you and Josh are siblings – right? As far as I'm aware no one in the community knows that, outside this little group. So as your family names are the same you can pass as married with few problems. As for my two little sluts... Send them off to university, oh woe is me, they come back pregnant! And don't know who the fathers are. Our kind neighbour, whose wife is also pregnant, offers to be a surrogate father to help raise them. Having recently buried their father I'm also available to help care for them but how are we going to run the farm? I suggest we pool our resources. My house is old and poorly situated, this cottage is in a beautiful spot but too small. How about we move the cottage out of the way, build a house designed for three children that we can all live in and get a farm manager in to run my farm and they can have my house?"

I was open-mouthed and looking around so were the others. I was able to speak first.

"One tiny, teeny miscalculation, it's not three children but six, we've just got back from the doctors and we're all having twins. But apart from that I like the idea. It's a tidy solution. Josh and I work from home so that's not a problem. We can do some more contracts for a while to get some extra cash but we do have a lot of our parent's insurance left."

"Twins! Oh well in for a penny in for a pound. We have a few million in the bank so we can start as soon as we get permits, Josh, what do you think?"

"Thank you Mrs James, you have brought together my random ideas into a graceful solution. My only question is, will you require shaving every day or every second day?"





Epilogue:

The six children are all eight now. They understand that naked is at home and outside people sometimes don't talk about being naked. Roz had a second set of twins and they're six now, we called her a randy devil until I got pregnant again and had triplets. They're four now and we've all decided that's enough. Grandma James has been a steadying influence and has got the best all over tan of all of us, she's also the loudest when she gets licked which makes the children giggle. 

I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I hadn't needed a hand. I'm really glad I did.



Give Me a Little Credit Here



SMOKEY SAGAS #12:

"Give Me A Little Credit Here"

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I originally wrote this as a theater play—a medium in which I used to participate—hoping to get it produced and up on the stage one day. Well, that's not going to happen, so, since it does actually have quite a bit of nice romantic stuff in it but doesn't really go too much further than that (though I still think it's a really cute goofy little story) I thought I would make it my first in the "Non-Erotic" category. Speaking of firsts, this is also my first story that bounces back and forth between first-person, third-person, and even a bit of second-person narrative at the beginning. The first-person portions—which are going to read like a script—are in bold and the second-person portions in italics. Hence, the introduction here in bold AND italics, to eliminate confusion. Third-person's in its usual (non-bold, non-italic) form. And be forewarned, this is a LOOOOONG tale. At least in comparison to my previous efforts, this is my "epic." You may wish to bookmark it and come back to it. Thank you for stopping by Smokey's, and I do so hope you enjoy your visit. Happy reading!

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Dear Reader,

Greetings. My name is Smokey, and I'll be your narrator for the duration of whatever time you elect to spend with me.

Let me show you something. Here is a digital aerial map of the entire city in which all my stories take place. Pretty, isn't it?

Please click on the zoom button to push in closer...yeah, right there in the center...okay, click it again...one more time...keep going...we're almost there...okay now pan over just a little to the north-northwest...no, no, not quite that far...little bit back the other way...THERE you go. Now zoom in one more time.

See that cute little red and blue one-story there on the corner? Yeah—no, not that one. The other one.

Right! THAT one.

That's 301 NW 3rd Avenue, a.k.a. Donna and Valerie O'Hanlon's (newlyweds) house. The setting for the entirety of today's story.

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Sorry? What's that?

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Yes, newlyweds. They're our main characters.

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Well, the main TWO...yeah, no kidding...yes, they're married...yes, to each other...

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Oh, well, you'll find out; the—huh?

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Well, I appreciate your interest and natural curiosity, Reader, but I don't want to give away ALL the information right here.

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Well, you will SEE; just go ahead and read th—

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Well, READER, why don't you just READ the story, and find out for yourSELF?

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Oh, for Heaven's—...gee whiz, Reader, you certainly ask a lot of questions right off the bat, don't you...goodness' sakes. Okay, you can close out the map now.

Oh! I almost forgot. When we visit Valerie and Donna, PLEASE be discreet. As their creator, I feel it incumbent to warn you, we're going to visit them in the middle of something of a, uh...friendly moment. Not intentionally, of course, mind you; it's just the way it will happen. NO, no, nothing like THAT. They're just going to be making out a little.

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Okay, now, Reader, just keep in mind that our young ladies Valerie and Donna are truly NEWlyweds. They've only been married for less than a month. So they've been a little busy with...shall we say, OTHER activities...than to unpack a lot of their things just yet. The living room's pretty filled with boxes.

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What?...NO, no, no, don't even worry about that; I promise you, they ARE expecting us. They extended the invitation. Trust me, you can take my word for it, they LOVE having company.

You might want to straighten out your clothing a little there, though; looks like you've got a wrinkle.

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(VALERIE) Kiss me, you fool.

(DONNA) Mmm...do you know what I'm gonna make you do tonight?

(VALERIE) Yeah, YOU, if things go your way, cutie-pie, hee-hee-hee!

(DONNA) Mm...damn, I could take those clothes of yours and just ri—

(VALERIE) Uh...hon?

(DONNA) Yes, love goddess?

(VALERIE) ...The door.

(DONNA) ...OH! HI there! Welcome to our new home! We're so happy to have you! I'm Donna O'Hanlon, born Donna Gardner.

(VALERIE) And I'm Valerie O'Hanlon, born Valerie O'Hanlon. Donna adopted my last name because it means "of beauty." But more importantly, check out the ring; we're newlyweds!

(DONNA) Oh yes, please excuse our lovey-doveyness. We only just got married almost a month ago. And now we have a beautiful brand-new house.

(VALERIE) We're really glad you were able to make it, and we'll give you a tour around in just a minute. We're breaking it in, but we still have a lot of unpacking to do, as you can clearly see by all the boxes.

(DONNA) It's a really big, big pleasure to have you here—especially now, because we were in no shape to have company last week...particularly over the weekend.

(VALERIE) Exactly...this past weekend we had a little misadventure. Now, we realize what we are about to tell you is gonna be a...well, a pretty silly little story.

(DONNA) Yeah—as a matter of fact, F.Y.I., this might just be the goofiest story you've ever been told in your lives. But it taught us, among other things, just how overzealous we c—well...I can get, over the weirdest little things.

(VALERIE) Oh, no, no, honey, you're right; it got me rather good and obsessed too. Just please take our word for it, the whole deal was pretty ridiculous.

(DONNA) So, okay, here's what happened. It started Saturday. We had just come home from the store, and, as luck would have it, we just happened to have NOTHING else to do the rest of this particular fine day.

(VALERIE) But, your mother came over the next day.

(DONNA) Well, yeah, but we didn't know that at the time. So at first glance, it looks like just your average, ordinary weekend. At last glance, it turns out to be, uh...

(VALERIE) ...let's say "interesting."

(DONNA) Yeah, that's a generous evaluation. This ended up being the most interesting weekend we've had as a married couple so far. So, we got back home, and...I got the MAIL...

(VALERIE) She'd been waiting for something kind of, eh...heh...special, to come in the mail, for a good while. And Saturday...it finally showed up.

(DONNA) And it was pretty thrilling...although, in retrospect, I was probably just a little more excited about it than necessary.

(VALERIE) Okay, so here we go: last Saturday morning, 11:00...or thereabouts.

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September 6th, 11:12 a.m.

It was a gorgeous, late summer 77° day. Puffy cloud bits made their carefree way through the otherwise clear blue sky. The street boasted half a dozen different varieties of trees, spread out across at least every other yard, and the birds were hard at work in them chirping, flying, building nests and doing all the things birds are paid to do. Continuous light breezes circulated, refreshing the atmosphere. Citizens went about their business—and pleasure—indoors and out. A perfectly beautiful, run-of-the-mill summer day.

From the supermarket five blocks southbound down the highway and around the bends of the suburban neighborhood to 301 NW 3rd Avenue came a lime-green Volkswagen Beetle. When they pulled up, the postal worker was just departing from the O'Hanlons' mailbox. Seeing that the mail had arrived, Donna slammed into park, jumped out and scrambled for it. Valerie stepped out of the car carefully, so as not to get trampled in Donna's path, and hefted the not exactly lighter than air grocery bags. She was just about to ask for a little help, when she heard Donna scream in excitement.

"Aah!" she shrieked. "OMIGOD! It came, it came, it came, it came, it CAAAAAAME!" She bolted to the door like a five-year-old on Christmas morning, fumbling for the correct key.

"Uh, Don—" Valerie started to say before she heard the screen door slap shut. Ohhh-kay. Guess I'll lock the car later, she thought, pushing the Beetle's door shut with her toes and lugging the groceries in. Once Valerie finally, convolutedly maneuvered her way inside with the bags, she saw Donna admiring her new prize with a huge smile on her face, turning it over and over several times, the rest of the mail in her other hand. She seemed to be getting more excited the more she looked at it.

When she saw Val come in, Donna let out an ecstatic squeal.

"Oh my God, it finally came!" she reiterated. "You believe it? How AWEsome is this?!"

Her wife continued lumbering through the hall towards the kitchen. The grocery bags were clearly a little on the heavy side for Valerie, and the only variety of receptacle the store had on this trip were paper bags without handles—not to mention the cashier's having stuffed them pretty packed—so she had to carry them by the sides and bottoms. Why she didn't just bring them in one at a time, not even Val herself knew. But the last thing she wanted to do was squelch Donna's enthusiasm, even over a credit card, so she carted them sluggishly across the living room, stopping a sec to smile lovingly at her beaming bride and nod approvingly at the card.

Valerie adored Donna with all her heart, and anything that put a smile on Donna's pretty face put a heavenly moment in Val's pretty life. It also didn't hurt that she made love like an angel. And so Donna tended to "get away" with doing or not doing things like this without irritating her wife. It didn't happen often, but if Donna did something that particularly irked Val, accidentally or intentionally, all Donna had to do was smile and say she loved her—or pout and say she was sorry—and she had Val's forgiveness.

They were amazingly lucky to have met: both single, both in need of a cute lady in their lives, with a perfect combination of things not in common to complement each other. Val was mostly easygoing, agreeable, light and fluffy, whereas Donna was—or could be—more edgy, aggressive and challenging. Val worshiped God, Donna worshiped chocolate. Donna had a kid brother, Val with no siblings. Valerie was sensible, orderly and organized, and Donna was free-spirited, flighty and capricious. Valerie was a nature and animal person, Donna was a people person.

Donna tended to give up if something took an exceptionally long time; she liked instant results. Valerie, once she became really determined, could work on a single activity forever. Thus something such as, say, the amount of foreplay in their sex lives being well-negotiated and agreed on beforehand. Donna was a smoky and passionate lovemaker, and Val was more subtle and delicate. She liked to dangle herself in front of Donna, play hard-to-get with her and mischievously tickle her wife's libido to make her go crazy.

Then there were several good things they did have in common. They were both ardent about important things in their lives. They were both very loving, generous and giving of themselves. They both loved to laugh. And they both kissed the ground the other walked upon. They had been together for two years before they decided to pop the mutual question together, and in that time the number of fights they'd had could be counted on one hand.

"Sweetie," exhaled Valerie with a grunt, "Did you get the rest of the mail?"

Donna, momentarily unable to take her eyes off the card, obliviously deposited the remainder of the mail in one of the grocery bags Valerie was carrying. Val stared at the bag as if it did not weigh enough already, then back at Donna again. She resumed her gracious smile. She loved this girl to tears, but an occasional "boy, good thing you're cute" moment did pop up now and then.

"Thanks, babe," she breathed with a sigh, staggering into the kitchen. "Love you!"

During these few moments, prying Donna's dancing hazel eyes off the credit card was like detaching suction cups, but she looked up. "Hm? Oh, love you too, Valentine!" She returned to her shiny new plastic toy. "Okay, so let's see here...'please call number on card to have card authorized.'" She looked to the coffee table where the phone sat. "I believe I can do that."

The coffee table held the telephone along with a few other miscellaneous odds and ends. The living room furniture currently consisted of the coffee table and a couple of reclining armchairs. The rest of their furniture assigned to this room was either unpacked or yet to be acquired. The phone was set up and active, although their computer was not yet. It had been indeed almost a month since they tied the knot, a week and a half of which was spent making all the financial arrangements to share their lives in this new house and moving their things in, and then another week was spent on their honeymoon. They wisely opted to get all this work out of the way first, before the honeymoon, so they wouldn't have to worry about it during their week-long stay in paradise. So now fresh off the honeymoon, their marriage was officially well underway, though they still had a lot of unpacking to do. But that was okay; they both considered unpacking a privilege rather than a chore, a continuous reminder that this was their (married) home together. Although, because of the distinctions in their personalities, they often disagreed on where things should go.

Donna pulled one of the armchairs a foot or two closer to the table.

Valerie was opening the cupboards, drawers, fridge and freezer, putting things away as Donna studied the number on the card.

"Um...Donna, honey?" Val called from the kitchen. "Could you please come in here and help me with the groceries for two minutes?"

Obviously with a one-track mind this particular glorious morning, Donna looked up briefly again.

"Hm? Oh, babe, I'm, uh...I'm-I'm just gonna get my card authorized here." She pressed the speakerphone button and consulted the number to start dialing. A moment later, she again heard the voice of her lifemate.

"Um...Donna, honey?" Val called from the kitchen. "Could you please come in here and make love to me for five hours?"

Those last seven words made a dent in Donna's thoughts. She dropped the card on the table. "Be there in a second!" She dashed into the kitchen and took her wife in her arms.

They both giggled exhilaratedly, the fiery newlywed passion long yet to wear off. Being in one another's embrace tantalized their senses something crazy. And when their lips were in contact, everything else in the world completely went away. They squished their bodies into each other, kissing, nuzzling, cuddling and groping. There were no tables or chairs yet in the kitchen, so they pinned each other up against the counter, the refrigerator and the cupboards. They inhaled each other's breath, letting the intoxication of their individual scents take effect. Before they knew it, they were on their knees on the tile floor.

"D-...Donna, honey!" tittered Valerie between kisses, "I still have to put the rest of the groceries away!" She had thought she'd be able to make out and put groceries away at the same time, but she always underestimated the power of Donna's flaming passion.

"I have a credit card now; I'll buy you more groceries," was Donna's answer as she grabbed at her sides, making her twitch.

Val took her lips off her and gathered enough breath to puff out, "No, no, honey, I...I really do. Besides, we—hee-hee-hee-hee! Stop it, I'm ticklish!...Besides, we can't have sex on the kitchen floor!"

"Dollface, this is our house," Donna asserted, wrestling her down to the floor, rubbing her head against her like a kitten. "We can do anything we want on the kitchen floor! Hell, princess..." she went on between kisses, "We could play Cops and Robbers in here if we felt like it!" She paused, then said, "Hey, actually, that sounds fun!" She flipped her eyebrows at her, thinking kinky thoughts.

"But-...but I-...but I..."

Five kisses and three well-placed touches later:

"OH, DONNA...you little devil...why do I have to want you so darn bad?"

"Because I'm actually a witch and I possessed your mind so you'd marry me."

"Ah."

An indeterminable amount of time later, Val and Donna ambled out of the kitchen, one at a time, unable to keep their hands off each other with less than five feet of distance between them. Their hearts magnetized one another—figuratively and literally—the moment they'd said the 'l'-word for the first time. It would apparently be still days to come before they achieved some unpacking.

"Y'know, my bride, I hope you appreciate that," Valerie told her facetiously, following her back to the living room, now able to chill out and fully exercise her flirting abilities, groceries all where they belonged. "I don't make out with just anybody in my kitchen."

Donna collapsed in the armchair on the right. "I do," she dreamily sighed. Correcting herself, she added, "...appreciate it, I mean. I don't make out with just anybody in your kitchen either." Taking another breath, she threw in, "Besides, actually, I thought I wasn't allowed in your precious kitchen."

"Honey, you know that's only when I'm cooking," said Val, crashing in the other armchair. "Heaven knows I've already got enough people rushing through my kitchen at the restaurant. At least I get a little peace and quiet here."

"Well, that still sounds better than being stuck in an office with a bunch of robotic straight women forty hours a week," Donna chuckled, soothing her eyes with generous blinks.

"Oh really? You wanna trade?"

Donna nodded, letting it drop. "You're right. 'F it ain't broke, don't break it."

Valerie giggled like a schoolgirl as she let the reality settle on her once more, and happily changed the subject. "My gosh, can you believe we're married for almost a whole month now??"

Donna leaned her head back on her chair, eyes still closed. "Mm, yeah..." she purred. Then she looked excitedly at Valerie and replied, "Can you believe my credit card came??"

"...Yyyyyeah," said Val, not quite as jazzed about the card as Donna, but keeping her smile up. If Donna was happy, Val was ecstatic. But if Donna was sad, Val was crestfallen. It occurred to her that they were back home now, and had no more obligations to honor on this easy-breezy Saturday, and she had a sudden urge to feel the softness of cotton pajamas on her skin. She pushed herself up from the chair. "I'm gonna go get in my jammies."

"Oooh," commented Donna. "Can I watch?"

"There'll be plenty of time for that later," said Valerie, feeling tuckered-out by the kitchen activity. "Now let me go change."

Donna felt a ping of affection cue her to say the following: "Why? You're perfect."

Valerie turned back, her heart melting. "Aw..." She fell in love with Donna again every thirty seconds. "You're the perfect one."




Give Me a Little Credit Here



"No, you are."

"No, you are."

"No, you are," Donna chuckled as she returned to the phone. Again, she clicked on the speakerphone and dialed the number on the back of the card. It rang...it rang again...it rang a third time. Donna shifted her eyes back and forth, twiddling her thumbs. It rang a fourth time...and a fifth. She sat patiently, waiting. A sixth time...a seventh...an eighth...a ninth...a tenth...

Meanwhile, Valerie was in their bedroom and had just slipped all of her clothes off. She looked at herself in the mirror. She turned around to the different angles to evaluate her current physical state. Her eyes fell upon a picture on the dresser of her beloved bride smiling provocatively, as if she were a peeper, spying on her removing her clothes. She imagined the scenario, and her nude body felt a twitch, where it mattered. Suddenly, she felt a second wind coming on. She decided to toy with her wife.

"Oh, Heavens!" she loudly called out into the living room, far too playfully and friskily to be serious. "I've left my door open, and..." She gasped loudly. "...I'm naked! I certainly hope no one comes IN here!"

That being pretty much about all Donna needed to hear (again), she turned back to the phone for just about one tenth of a second, hung up (again), sprang from her chair (again), and scurried to the bedroom, yanking off her own shirt over her head in the process.

Reaching her destination, there indeed was a lovely naked Valerie sitting on the corner of the bed, cleverly concealing her ladyhood with her arms, purposely looking out the window. When she noticed Donna come in, she turned to her seductively.

"Why, you dirty girl..." she cooed, "Just couldn't resist a nude damsel in distress, could ya?"

Donna inched in on her, desire coloring her face. Her eyes sultrily narrowed.

"Get...on your back, sweet thing," she ordered her, a sordid smile curling up her cheeks. "Don't make me force you."

Valerie remained sitting coyly on the corner of the bed, defying her for a few seconds. "You're cute when you're rough."

"Well, then you're about to find me downright adorable, little lady," Donna rejoined steamily. "You'd better buckle up and strap in," she warned her, "'Cause this is gonna be one wild ride."

The more soft and tender-hearted Val held out her arms to her, eyes pooling with affection.

"Do...come to me, angel. Rock my world."

***

Well, my dear Reader...I do feel a bit embarrassed, having prepared you only for barely more than a bit of making out. Just like Valerie did, one shan't underestimate the power of passion on a young, energized new couple. Even I as narrator—individual who shaped the lives and union of these two lovebirds—can occasionally be caught off-guard by their incessant romantic antics.

In just another few moments, they're going to return to the living room. Their hair will be tousled, they'll be in their jammies and they'll be walking a little funny, but they'll have it out of their system. And they won't be able to stop smiling.

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(DONNA) We hope you'll pardon these little temporary absences of ours. There won't be any more, promise. What with our hopefully making it very clear, again, just how long we have been married, much further exposition regarding the status and situation of our romantic life is probably not necessary.

(VALERIE) Yes, admittedly, that part wasn't really very important to the story; that was just us...thoroughly enjoying each other's company. Therefore, Saturday afternoon, 1:00 or so.

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September 6th, 1:08 p.m.

Once Valerie had gotten the paper, the two made their way back to their respective armchairs. Donna turned the speakerphone back on. Val kicked her recliner back, threw her feet up on the end, crossed her legs, unfolded the paper and started reading. Donna dialed again. And proceeded to wait...again...as the phone rang once...twice...three times...four times...five times...

"Eh...what's going on?" Donna asked Val.

"Oh, babe, you know how that stuff goes," Valerie muttered, nose in the paper. "It takes a while. 'S annoying."

Six...seven...eight...nine...ten...eleven...Donna started gesticulating with her hand as if to say, "So...we actually gonna get on with it here, or...?"

Twelve rings...at thirteen rings there was finally a response, by a recording. It came through rhythmically and electronically.

"Welcome, and thank you for calling DiscVisMasterExpress. If you wish to hear options, please press 1, or say, 'Yes,' now."

Donna paused to look to Valerie for a second, then turned back to the phone.

"Oh-kay," she acquiesced.

"If you wish to—"

Donna pressed 1. Through the phone came a high-pitched ding!-like sound. The recording continued.

"Thank you for your selection," the cheerful-sounding recorded voice went on. "If you wish to apply for a new credit card, please press 1, or say, 'Yes,' now."

Donna smiled, proudly brandishing the card in her hand. "Nope, no thanks; already got it."

The same words that were in the next recording segment came through exactly as before. "If you wish to cancel your credit card, please press 2, or say, 'Yes,' now."

Donna's smile began to fade. "No...just the opposite, actually."

The recording continued on. "If you wish to know your credit score, please press 3, or say, 'Yes,' now."

Donna furrowed her eyebrows. "Yeah, that'd be zero, as I need to authorize it first before I can actually USE it," she told the phone.

"If you wish to hear more options, please press 4, or say, 'Yes,' now."

"Yes, yes, I would," Donna declared, "You haven't given me the one I want yet."

The recording continued with the options back where it began. "If you wish to apply fo—"

Donna pressed 4. They heard the ding! sound again.

The recording again thanked her. "Thank you for your selection. If you wish to authorize your credit card, please press 5, or say, 'Yes,' now."

"THERE we go, thank you," smiled Donna, pressing 5.

The recording ding!ed again. "Thank you for your selection," it repeated mechanically. "Please enter the sixteen-digit number..."

Hearing these words, Donna became more excited. "A'right! Now we're getting somewhere!"

The recording finished its current request. "...on the front of your card, followed by the pound key."

This final request caught Donna off-guard. She hesitated a moment. "Eh...sorry? Followed by the what?"

Valerie looked up from the paper. "Oh, the little tic-tac-toe button down there at the bottom, hon."

Donna saw it. "Ah! Oh, okay, gotcha." She went to begin punching in the digits. But before she could, a different sound came through the phone: a low-pitched bhpht! noise that sounded like wind being broken.

The recording's voice appeared again, inquisitively, after the bhpht! sound. "Are you still there?" it asked.

"Wha—YES, yes, I'm still here," Donna explained to the phone. "I just needed to know what the pound key was."

"If you are still there, please say, 'Yes,' now."

"What the...yes. I am still here," a slightly annoyed Donna announced. She leaned down to the phone to address it. "YES."

The recording responded. "I think you said, 'Yes.'"

"Ye—I DID say, 'Yes.'"

The recording ding!ed. "Thank you for your selection. Please enter the sixteen-digit number on the front of your card—"

She nodded. "Ah, followed by the pound key, right. Okay." She entered the number, careful to get each digit just right, and then pressed the pound key.

Ding! "Thank you," it said. Donna nodded, waiting for further instructions. A moment later, she heard the exact same again.

Ding! "Thank you."

Donna and Valerie exchanged confused glances. "Huh?" asked Donna.

Ding! "Thank you."

Donna leaned down closer to the phone in bewilderment. "Uh...you're...welcome?" she said uncertainly.

Ding! "Please enter the expiration date..."

Donna and Val traded looks that expressed the statement, "Well, that was kind of weird..."

"...on the front of your card, by month and then year, followed by the pound key."

Donna examined the card again. "Okay...oh, expiration date. Here it is." She punched three digits in, followed by the pound key.

Bhpht! "You have pressed an incorrect key."

Donna was befuddled again. "W-...what?"

The recording repeated itself. Bhpht! "You have pressed an incorrect key."

They waited out two seconds of bemused silence, then the recording continued, "Please enter the expiration date..."

"Y-...b-...I did that," insisted Donna.

"...on the front of your card, by month and then year, followed by the pound key."

As the recording repeated the instructions, Valerie realized what was wrong. "Oh, sweetie, you have to put in a zero for the month, 'cause it needs two digits for the month and two for the year."

Donna thought a moment. "W-...oh! Oh, I got it now."

Bhpht! "Are you still there?"

SIGH.

"If you are still there, please say, 'Yes,' now."

"YES, yes, I told you, I'm still here! Yes! I'm not going anywhere," Donna said, raising her voice a decibel.

"I think you said, 'Yes.'"

Donna was starting to get just the slightest little bit disenchanted. "I DID..."

Ding! "Thank you. Please enter the expiration date on the front of your card, by month and then year, followed by the pound key."

"Sheesh...okay! Zero..." said Donna, deliberately pressing the '0' key first. She punched the others and the pound key.

Ding! "Thank you."

Donna waited a moment. Then she and Valerie remembered. "You're welcome," they said in unison.

Ding! "Thank you. Please enter the security code on the back of your card, followed by the pound key."

Oh dear, thought Donna. She didn't know what the security code was. She held it over for Valerie to see. "Uh...Val...?"

Val leaned over. "Oh—" She turned it over to show her. "Here, right there, see? The little three-digit number right there? That's it."

Bhpht! "Are you still there?"

"Oh, GEEZ," groused Donna. "Yes, I—"

"If you are still there—"

"YESSSSS! I am not leaving! YES, okay??"

"I think you said, 'Yes.'"

"BING-o!" a more exasperated Donna exclaimed.

Ding! "Thank you. Please enter the security code on the back of your card, followed by the pound key."

Whew. GEEZ. She did.

Ding! "Thank you."

They remembered more quickly this time. Valerie and Donna again chanted together, "You're wel-come."

Ding! "Please enter your date of birth, by month, then day, then year, followed by the pound key."

Donna paused a second. "Oh-kay..."

Valerie chimed in. "Oh, honey, remember, two digits for each one."

"Right...not totally sure why my date of birth's necessary, but I think I can handle that, and...pound."

Ding! "Thank you."

"You're WEL-come."

Ding! "Please enter your telephone number, by area code, then number, followed..."

Donna finished along with the recording. "'...by the pound key.' Yeah, yeah, that much I know, okay." She punched it in.

Ding! "Thank you."

Donna began to smirk at how this whole thing was becoming bizarrely amusing. "You are WELCOME."

Valerie smirked too, glancing up from her paper. "Yeah, don't mention it."

Ding! "Please wait a moment," the recording requested.

The two wives took a second to look at each other. Donna kicked back in the recliner. "Mm-kay..." she agreed. They sat in silence for a few seconds. Valerie eventually unfolded the paper and navigated to the comics section. She read for a minute, then giggled.

"Oh! My gosh! Donna, babe, look at this. Look at this cartoon they printed."

Donna took a peek at what Val was indicating for her. She comprehended the joke, threw a hand over her mouth and laughed, a laugh that said, Oh my God, that's awful!

"Oh my God, that's awful!"

"I know, right??" Valerie laughed back. "I didn't think they could print something like that!"

Another second went by, and finally they heard the recording come back.

Bhpht! "We are very sorry, but we are unable to process your request at this moment," it informed them cheerfully. "Please call back at another time."

Valerie and Donna both unreclined their chairs, leaned forward and stamped their feet on the floor. "WHAT??" they harmonized.

Bhpht! "We are very sorry, but we are unable to process your request at this moment," it informed them cheerfully. "Please call back at another time."

Donna's voice shot up two octaves. "What the f-...are you kidding me?"

"No."

The recording hung up on her. They heard a click, the line went dead, and there was nothing left but a dial tone. Donna and Val both reacted accordingly: they became passingly incredulous.

"WHA-...D-...Y-...TH-..." Donna squeaked.

Valerie scoffed indignantly. "Well, that sucks!" she said, deeply hating to see anything displease Donna. "Hey, y'know what, hon?" she offered. "Why don't you let me give it a try. Who knows, maybe something different'll happen."

Still in something of a daze, Donna waited another couple seconds, then shrugged and tossed away some energy, stretching out to lie on the floor. "Eh, what the hell..." she mumbled.

Valerie crawled over Donna's body, ceasing briefly to give her ear a kiss, plopped herself down in front of the phone and started punching the credit card number in herself.

***

(DONNA) Naturally, my initial, childlike enthusiasm for my new credit card has begun to fade just a little bit by this point. But with Valerie's help, we do manage to achieve another step forward...uh, well, eventually, we do. Saturday afternoon, about 2:30.

***

September 6th, 2:26 p.m.

Donna lay reclined in the chair in which Valerie'd been earlier, her arms slumped over the chair's, a look of fatigue on her face. Also now on the table were a drained glass of orange juice and an empty baggie of chips. They'd taken a few breaks to recuperate a little, and Val had attempted to work her way through the complicated phone maze to get to the authorization department herself, but she'd hit a few roadblocks too. Clearly, the electronic DiscVisMasterExpress phone menu system didn't care for hesitation or errors.

"Donna?" Val turned back to her. "Sweetie? Listen, I'm just putting in your cell phone number now."

A not quite thrilled Donna tossed her a half-hearted thumbs-up. "Aces."

Valerie did so, of course followed by the pound key.

Ding! "Thank you."

Donna tiredly threw the recording a "No problem," at the same time Valerie said, "Our pleasure."

Ding! "Please wait a moment."

Val crossed her fingers hopefully. "Okay, here we go," she said. They waited again. A few more seconds passed, and the recording picked back up. To their short elation, they actually heard another ding.

Ding! "Please enter the sixteen-digit number on the front of your card, followed by the pound key."

Their faces transformed from one brief moment of hopeful back to bamboozled.

"Wha...?" Valerie asked.

"Didn't you already do that?" Donna asked.

Valerie shook her head. "Obviously, this machine is electronically challenged."

Bhpht! "Are you still there?"

"Heh!" Donna chuckled sardonically. "Better not say that too loud; it'll hear ya."

"If you are still there, please say, 'Yes,' now."

Valerie heaved out a sigh of her own. "Yes!" She turned back to Donna. "Okay, honey, I'll try this again real quick," she tossed over her shoulder as the recording said, "I think you said, 'Yes.'"

"Good ear, my pre-recorded friend," Val teased it.

Ding! "Thank you. Please enter the sixteen-digit number..."

Valerie cut off the recording, punching it in.

Ding! "Thank you."

Beginning to feel just a teense caustic with it herself, Valerie answered, "Oh, not at all."

Ding! "Please enter the expiration da—"

BEEP-boop-BIP-bip-BEEP.

Ding! "Thank you."

"De nada," Valerie said.

Ding! "Please enter the security co—"

BOOP-beep-BIP-BEEP.

Ding! "Thank you."

"Oh, your wish is my command," Val said, starting to enjoy getting sarcastic with this thing.

Ding! "Please enter your date of bir—"

BIP-boop-BOOP-BEEP-beep-bip-BEEP.

Ding! "Thank you."

"Oh, my life is but to serve you."

Ding! "Please enter your telephone nu—"

BEEP-beep-beep-BOOP-BOOP-BOOP-bip-BEEP-BIP-boop-BEEP.

Ding! "Thank you."

"Oh, but of course, my liege," she quipped, bowing before it.

"'Kay, I'm all set to 'please wait a moment,'" Donna remarked.

They waited for it, but this time something different happened.

Ding! "Please enter your zip code, followed by the pound key."

Donna and Valerie's faces turned to astonishment, then smiles spread across them. They looked back at each other.

"WHOA, what??" exclaimed Donna.

"Zip code? Okay!" Valerie gladly cooperated, punching it in before the machine had to chance to ask if she was still there. Boop-BIP-beep-boop-BIP-BEEP.

Ding! "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" said a psyched Valerie, turning back to Donna with a squeal of delight.

Donna had become excited again herself. "My God, 's like finding a hidden level in a video game."

"See?" grinned Valerie, nodding proudly. "That's why you marry an Irish chick: you get lucky." Accentuating the word "lucky," she leered at her with a suggestive wink.

Ding! "Please enter your age in years, then months, then days, followed by the pound key."

Again, they turned befuddled.

"...Excuse me?" said Donna.

"W-..." Val held out her arms in confusion, looking down at the phone. "Why?"

"You can't figure that out from my birthdate?" Donna asked.

Bhpht! "Are you still there?"

Donna threw her hands in the air and Valerie let hers fall on the table.

"If you are still there..."

Valerie started to lose just a tiny bit of control.

"WE ARE STILL FLIPPIN' HERE, OKAY?" Val shouted, clenching her hands into fists. "Aye-aye! Affirmative! Roger! 10-4!"

The recording remained silent.

Donna called over to it after another beat. "Yes."

Ding! "I think you said, 'Yes.'"

Getting cross with it, Valerie replied, "I think YOU are a jerk."

Ding! "Thank you. Please enter your age..."

Donna got up from the chair. "I got it, I got it," she said. Val slid the phone over to her, and Donna punched in a series of buttons.

Ding! "Thank you."

"Well, glad math was my best subject in school," Donna sighed.




Give Me a Little Credit Here



Ding! "Thank you."

"You're WEL-COME!" they yelled simultaneously.

Ding! "Please enter your exact height in feet, then inches, followed by your exact weight in pounds, then ounces, followed by the pound key."

They paused to stare at the phone with indescribable expressions on their faces.

"What in the heck...?" Val said.

"Okay, did that thing just say what I think it did?" queried Donna.

Bhpht! "Are you still there?"

Donna made a fist and started shaking it in the phone's direction. Valerie dropped her face in her hands and shook her head.

"If you are still there, please say, 'Yes,' now."

Valerie removed her face from her hands. "YES, you son of an answering machine, we are BOTH still here," she said peevishly.

"I think you said, 'Yes.'"

Valerie smacked herself in the forehead. "Uh-huh..." she uttered lowly.

Ding! "Thank you. Please enter your exact height in feet..."

"WHY the hell would it want my height and weight?" asked Donna incredulously.

Val started punching buttons. "I don't know, but if it gets us anywhere..."

Donna looked at her. "How could you know my height and weight that exactly?"

Val shook her head. "I don't; I'm just making up numbers."

"Heh!" Donna gave another acerbic chuckle. "Well, good luck! The way this has been going, the thing probably knows we're lying."

"Oh, honey bun, don't be silly; it's a machine," said Valerie as she finished making up a suitable set of figures to punch in. "It is NOT going to know we're lying. See?" She pressed the pound key. "Watch."

Bhpht! "You have pressed an incorrect key."

Both their faces promptly went into shock.

"Please enter your exact height in feet, then inches, followed by your exact weight in pounds, then ounces, followed by the pound key."

Donna and Valerie turned back to each other, now a bit frightened. Gesturing to the unpacked boxes, Valerie said, "G-...go find the scale and the tape measure!"

Donna stood motionlessly for a moment, an "if looks could kill" expression on her face. "B-...but...h-...I...wh-..."

Valerie pointed to the boxes again. "Honey, later; just go! Go find them!"

Starting to become just a tiny bit creeped out by all this, Donna nonetheless obeyed her. "Oh-kay...keep it occupied." She started on the wall to their left and worked her way around as a now intimidated Valerie turned back to the phone.

Bhpht! "Are you still there?" She waited for it. "If you are still there, please say, 'Yes,' now."

Valerie changed her tone. "Yes, we are," she said to it, sweetly and affectionately.

"I think you said, 'Yes.'"

Keeping her voice loving and benevolent, Valerie said, "Yes, we did..." She caressed the phone with the back of her hand. "And we love you..."

Ding! "Thank you. Please enter your exact height..."

"Sweetie, hurry!" Val called to her.

Donna, who had taken a quick peek through several of the boxes, finally found the right one. "Aha!" she said. She dug out the scale and tape measure and rapidly toted them over. She put the scale on the floor and handed Valerie the tape measure. "'Kay, here."

Bhpht! "Are you still there?"

They both sighed in exasperation.

"If you are still there, please say, 'Yes,' now."

"YEEEE-esssss!" said Valerie, it having not taken long for her to lose the sweet voice again.

"'F you'd just be patient with us for two friggin' seconds," added Donna, clenching her teeth.

"I think you said, 'Yes.'"

"You bet your buttons we did, phone," responded Valerie in an annoyed sing-songy voice.

"Thank you. Please enter..."

Wasting as little time as possible, Valerie grabbed the tape measure and drew it out. She looked at Donna, who was in her pajamas and her socked feet.

"Oh, hon, take off your socks," Val told her.

"What?"

"Well, you heard it; we've gotta be precisely right. I've gotta know exactly how tall you are."

Donna paused for a second. "...Is it just me, or is this whole thing starting to get really weird?"

"I don't care, we have to know," argued Valerie. "Take them off."

Donna stared at her strangely. "Babe..." she said, "They're socks. They add no height."

Bhpht! "Are you still there?"

Any semblance of patience Valerie had left was quickly evaporating. "Oh, just get 'em off!" she commanded.

Her freaked-out factor indeed increasing, Donna did as she said. "O-okay, okay!" She pulled her socks off.

"If you are still there, please say, 'Yes,' now."

Valerie whipped back to the phone. "Yes, we are..."

"I think you said, 'Yes.'"

Standing back up, Valerie saluted to the phone. "You got it."

Ding! "Thank you. Please enter..."

Valerie stood next to Donna. "Okay, babe, stand up straight," she said. "Hold your head up and look right at me."

It might not have been the most ideal time to flirt, but with a setup like that, it was hard for Donna to resist. She chuckled seductively and said, "Hey, no problem, dollface," flashing a charming knockout smile.

Val was neither charmed nor knocked out. "Yes, yes, I know, hon, I love you too, but we don't have time for that right now." Valerie held the tape measure and her wife still, measured her as precisely as she could, mouthed the number, mentally noted it, hopped down on her knees, popped it into the phone and spun back around to her.

"Okay, now get naked."

Donna shot her a look. "I...thought you just said we didn't have time for that."

"No, no, no, babe, I mean take your clothes off so I can get your weight."

Donna looked at Valerie as if she were from another planet. Suddenly, Val got up and picked up the scale. Looking around at the door and windows, she said, "Actually, the neighbors might be able to see in here." She pointed to the hall. "Get in the bathroom."

"What??"

Heading to the bathroom, Valerie reiterated. "Come ON, I said! Get your butt in here and strip it down, woman!"

She wasn't intending this sexy, but Donna arched her eyebrows at it and suddenly changed her tune. The way Valerie ordered her to do this happened to sound very hot. She obediently followed her with a smirk as she started yanking her jammies off. "Well, all right," she called, "But only if you promise to say it exactly like that from now on."

Fortunately for them, the electronic phone system was set up so that if already given partial information (in this case, Donna's height), it would wait for them to come back with the rest (her weight). It was now Donna's turn to be naked in front of her wife. She stepped on the scale, and Valerie did the same as with her height. She repeated the number to herself several times as she dashed back out into the living room. She slid down and planted herself on her knees in front of the phone, punched the weight in as well, took a second to cross herself and say a little prayer, put her finger on the pound key, closed her eyes and pressed it.

Ding! "Thank you."

Valerie was elated. "Oh!" she cheered, looking up at the ceiling. "Thank YOU, God!" she exulted. She looked back down to the phone. "You're welcome, you're welcome!"

Ding! "Please wait a moment."

Donna followed her back out into the living room, now without the socks or underwear, just barefoot and free-bunning in her p.j.s. "Val, babe..." she started with a silly smile, "You can call me crazy, but, uh...that was kinda—"

Meaning business, Valerie cut her off. "Not now, babe, not now. I got the height and weight right, now it wants us to wait again."

Donna paused to look at her. "Oh-kay..." she said again, going to go sit back down.

They heard a beep. They looked warily back and forth at one another, not sure what this meant. Finally, they heard—

Ding! "You are now being transferred to the DiscVisMasterExpress credit card telephone authorization department."

Upon hearing those last two magical words, their mouths dropped open in relief and joy.

"Ah! Omigosh!" Valerie jumped up and opened her arms to Donna in delight.

"Val! I LOVE you!" she shouted, embracing her and planting a good, long one on her lips.

"Mm...oh, I love you too, my sweet," Val gushed to her romantically as their lips broke from the kiss, stroking her hair and caressing her cheek. A shiver of passion tingled through Donna's body at her wife's touch. She loved this woman more than anything in the world, but only if she knew how undeniable and explosive Valerie's own love for her was. As far as each wife was concerned, her love and devotion for the other were insurmountable. They sat back down on the floor together, this new turn of events having reawakened their flirtatious spirit. They laid their foreheads together and giggled.

"Y'know what?" Donna smiled, stroking her fingertip down Valerie's nose. "You're pretty."

"You're prettier," Valerie replied, caressing Donna's cheek.

Their activity would have progressed further, but they were interrupted, this time actually by something different. This time they heard what sounded like a gong being struck. Then a second electronic recorded voice came on the line and said, "Welcome and thank you for calling the DiscVisMasterExpress credit card telephone authorization department. To begin, please press 1."

At the phrase "thank you for calling the..." Donna widened her eyes.

"You are NOT telling me we could've just dialed another number to get here," said Donna in an ominous voice.

Valerie took her hand and interlocked their fingers as she pressed 1 with the other hand. "It doesn't matter, sweetie, we're there now." Her voice and mannerisms were much, much calmer now than they were a few minutes ago. Donna considered telling her so, but thought better of it and decided to let it go. Besides, she thought, maybe she was the reason Val was so much calmer now. Maybe she wasn't giving herself and her finesse for seduction enough credit. Maybe she was hotter than she thought! Val could make her sizzle with just one touch in the right spot, but she didn't know she had the same effect. Meanwhile, this new recording went on.

Gong! "Thank you for your selection."

Donna rolled her eyes, quite tired of hearing this. In fact, even though this was her credit card and she was indeed super excited about it four hours ago, this whole process had drained a lot of her energy. Honestly, she really hadn't thought this would take any longer than a few minutes, and now she was really kind of just wanting to do something else, like carry her blushing bride back to bed, where they could snuggle up, watch TV and fall asleep together.

Valerie, on the other hand, was now set on making this happen for the love of her life. She had made some good strides and cut effectively through some red tape, and she was convinced things were going to continue to play out in their favor. She was confident and encouraged (confidence and encouragement were wonderful things, but could be a little dangerous in the hands of one like Val).

"Please state your name," the recording requested.

With a silent "Oh!" Val slid the phone over to her. Donna sat up. "Okay, uh...Donna O'Hanlon," she enunciated for it.

The recording responded. "I think you said, 'John Bo Banlon.'"

"Wh-...NO. No, I didn't."

"If this is correct, please press 1."

"It's NOT," Donna snapped.

"If this is NOT correct, please press 2."

Donna pressed 2 with a sigh.

THIS time they heard a game show-like buzzer. Bzzz! "Thank you for your selection. Please state your name."

"DONna O'HANlon," she repeated, a little more distinctly.

"I think you said, 'Lon Ho Flanlin.'"

"WHAT the F—" Donna griped.

"If this is correct, please press 1. If this is NOT correct, please press 2."

"Nope, strike two," Donna groaned. "Take another shot."

Bzzz! "Thank you for your selection. Please state your name."

Putting her mouth as close to the phone as she possibly could without ingesting it and drawing out her name, Donna tried again. "DAHHHHHHNNA...OHHHHH...HAAAAAANLUHHHHN."

"I think you said, 'Gonna Go Pan'lin'.'"

Donna shook her head, dropping it in her hands, and whimpered.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake, this one's even slower than the last one," lamented Valerie.

"If this is cor—" BOOP!

Bzzz! "Thank you for your selection..."

"Okay, fine, how about..." Donna leaned down again. "DONNA GARDNER."

"I think you said, 'Kinder Gardner.'"

Donna made her hands into claws and her voice shot up two octaves. "MOTHER—"

"ALL RIGHT, all right, let me give this a try," Val said, dragging the phone back over to herself.

"If this—" BOOP!

Bzzz! "Thank you for your selection. Please state your name."

Valerie cleared her throat, leaned halfway down to the phone and said at a normal pace, in a calm voice, "Donna O'Hanlon."

"I think you said, 'Donna O'Hanlon.'"

"Ah!" smiled Val. "See?"

...If only the look Donna was giving Valerie right now could be described in words.

"If this is correct, please press 1. If—" BIP!

Donna said out loud, matter-of-factly, talking to no one, "I've married Barbara Eden."

Gong! "Thank you, Donna O'Hanlon," said the recording. "Please wait a moment."

"Who's the witch NOW," Donna muttered under her breath. "A'right, Sabrina, how'd you pull that off?" she demanded to know.

Valerie innocently smiled at her. "I told you, hon, pure luck of the Irish."

"Oh yeah?" Donna shot back, her mordant side not only already out but very much active. "Well, you better take a laxative, Glinda, 'cause that horseshoe's gotta be pretty damn painful!"

Donna's smart remarks only endeared her to Valerie more. "Oh, now, sweetie, come on," Val sweetly rejoined with an adorable smile. "You know I don't work like that. All I did was put a rainbow over the house."

The recording had returned. Gong! "Hello, Donna O'Hanlon. If you wish to hear options, please press 1, or say, 'Yes,' now."

Donna chuckled caustically. "Oh boy, this again, huh?"

Valerie took her hand and gave it a rub and a pat. "Fear not, my darling, for you've got a higher order on your side. I summon forth my superpowers only for good." She pressed 1 with the other hand.

Gong! "Thank you for your selection, Donna O'Hanlon."

"You are welcome, O Elusive Pre-Recorded Electronic Voice Person," said Val.

"If you would like to speak with a representative, please press 1, or say, 'Yes,' now."

Surprise and sudden hope engulfed Donna's face. "A human?? HELL, YES!" she shrieked.

Valerie sighed contentedly. "God bless you, Alexander Graham Bell." She pressed 1 again.

Gong! "Thank you for your selection, Donna O'Hanlon." They heard the same voice continue speaking, although the tone seemed to alter just a bit. Gong! "You are now being transferred to one of our efficient representatives. Please hold, and we will be with you VERY shortly."

Music began to play through the phone with them on hold. It was a '70s song neither of them knew.

Donna shook her head, now feeling some stamina return. "...Wow," she breathed.

"Yeah," agreed Val.

Donna looked at her. Her straight strawberry blonde hair reaching down to halfway across her cheeks and lengthening around the back down her shoulders, the way her calm, gentle, lucky green Irish eyes rested pleasantly on the phone, nuanced subtly by her laugh lines...the side portrait of her face outlined by light, her blinking lashes, her diminutively pronounced nose, her lips, the way her hint of a smile dimpled up her cheek...then down to the way her fingers of one hand idly drummed on the table, the other hand on her own, the way her elegant breasts hung down just a little in her jammies, unshackled by a bra, even something as simple as sitting on her knees, her feet poking out of the pajama pants, soles up...everything.

My wife, thought Donna. My gorgeous, wonderful wife. Her eyes went dewy for one brief moment. "You know what?" she said.

Val turned to her, the rogue strands of hair in her face wafting up and floating back down. "What?"

"I like you."

Val smiled back at her, love crinkling up her shining eyes. "I like you more."

Donna shook her head. "If only possible."

They took a time-out for a soulwarming kiss. But they didn't get too far into it, because after another second, a familiar voice showed up again. The first electronically recorded, cheerful-sounding voice they originally encountered—with its sound effect.

Ding! "We are currently experiencing a high call volume. But please do not hang up, as your call is very important to us. Thank you for your patience."

The music returned: same unrecognizable song. Valerie and Donna stared at the phone. Unfortunately, the return of this non-compliant non-friend of theirs sucked the proverbial wind out from under their romantic sails and kicked them out of the mood.

"...You again?" asked Donna.

Valerie turned a bit hostile. "I don't like you," she frowned at the phone, addressing the first voice. "I don't like you at all. You tortured me. At least the other voice's cooperative."

Donna sprawled herself out on the floor on her back. "Well, babe..." she said with a relaxing strain of the voice, deciding to cheer up her wife by teasing her, "Why don't you summon forth those superpowers of yours and get us a representative on here?" She closed her eyes, chuckled and stretched, lifting her pajama top, which exposed her belly.

Valerie looked at her, a bit soured by her mocking tone, though not severely. She didn't think Donna was seriously ridiculing her superpower (which was really her faith in God), but...make fun of me, will ya, little minx, she thought. She thought she'd teach her a little lesson. Though she knew she'd probably pay for this, she reached down to Donna's exposed tummy and give her one big vigorous tickle, right around the bellybutton.

"AAAAAHH!" Donna shrieked, sitting bolt upright. She smirk-glared at Valerie, who was shyly smiling back. "Big mistake," Donna threatened playfully, both of them well aware Val was the more ticklish one, and every time they got in a tickle fight, Donna veritably murdered her. "Of course you realize..." Donna continued menacingly, "This means war."

Valerie tried to get up, up and away, but Donna pounced on her, straddled her and had her begging for mercy in eight seconds. She was right. She did pay for it.

A second after they'd settled down and sat up, recording voice two came back. Gong! "You are now being transferred..."

"Hm!" Donna chuckled. "Look at that, Valentine, they're tag-teaming us now."

"...to one of our efficient representatives. Please hold, and we will be with you VERY shortly."

Valerie waved it off. "Don't you sweat it, baby. Trust me, by the time this is over, these people are gonna know my name."

The music returned, right on cue, right in the middle of a very particular hit song by Steve Winwood.

"—wind, in her arms...Valerie! Call me/Call on me! Valerie..."

Both their jaws hit the floor.

"...come and see...me/I'm the same boy I used to be..."




Give Me a Little Credit Here



Unable to shut their mouths, a stunned Donna and a stunned Val slowly turned their dumbfounded faces to each other. Finally, a few moments later, Donna returned her wild-eyed stare to the phone.

"No...way..." she murmured with a hint of a chuckle.

Val turned hers straight up to the ceiling. "Okay, now You're just having fun with us, aren't You?"

After a couple more moments, Steve Winwood's song "Valerie" ended. A new song was about to start when recording one came back. Ding! "We are currently experiencing..."

"All right, you can't do that with a rainbow," Donna said to her.

"...a high call volume. But please do not hang up..."

Valerie had no idea what to say. "Th-tha-tha-...that wasn't me!" she stammered.

"...as your call is very important to us. Thank you for your patience."

"You said they're gonna know your name!" Donna insisted. "How else do you explain that?!"

Not to be outdone, Amy Winehouse took over. "—fool out of me/Why don't you come on over, Valerie..."

A much more recent song they had no trouble recognizing. As they registered this one, they both shrieked in shock and scooted several inches away from the phone. They watched it, neither batting an eye, as Amy sang her name again and again and again.

Gong! "You are now being transferred to one of our efficient representatives. Please hold, and we will be with you VERY shortly." The song resumed.

Donna and Valerie turned back to each other, more stunned than they could ever remember being. They let it play a little longer, briefly interrupted by the next announcement, until Donna stood up. She didn't know what kind of mystic force was at work here, but...

"Oh, what the hell," she said. "Might as well just go with the flow..." She held her hand down to Valerie. "Wanna dance?"

Val let out a high-pitched chuckle. "Heh!" Still a little dazed and confused, she shook her head, stood and accepted Donna's hand. "Why not?" she laughed.

***

(VALERIE) Yes, we know, we know...but for some reason or other we just didn't want to give up. We just kept repeating all those clichés to ourselves, y'know: "Good things come to those who wait"...

(DONNA) "The best things in life are worth waiting for"...

(VALERIE) "The longer you wait for something, the more you appreciate it"...

(DONNA) Uh..."A watched...something never...something"...I can never remember that one.

(VALERIE) So we figured, well, why not try to get a few other things done. And by get a few other things done, I mean have an indoor picnic.

(DONNA) Right...blanket, cups, plates...we'll unpack the rest of the stuff later. Anyhow...Saturday afternoon, 4:-, 5:something.

***

September 6th, 4:47 p.m.

Donna rubbed her stuffed tummy and let out a contented sigh. "Awesome lunch, babe."

Ding! "We are currently experiencing a high call volume. But please do not hang up, as your call is very important to us. Thank you for your patience."

Another older, harder-to-recognize tune piped out. The recliners were pushed back a few feet. Now with full stomachs, both lay on the floor on their backs, a (disposable) picnic blanket between them and a few (disposable) plates and cups sitting about.

Valerie chuckled. "Well, 'lunch' might be debatable by now...what time is it?"

"Shoot, y'got me...4:-, 5:something?"

They waited another moment. Then Donna held up a hand, all five fingers up. Then she put her thumb down, then her pinkie, then her ring finger, then her middle, and finally pointed to the phone. They had the timing down perfect. Right on cue—

Gong! Donna and Valerie recited the message in flawless sync with the recording.

"You are now being transferred to one of our efficient representatives. Please hold, and we will be with you VERY shortly," they mocked it.

They snickered. Val linked her fingers, turned her hands palms out, held them at arms' length and cracked her knuckles. "So, what do you wanna do now?"

Donna wasn't ready to move for a good little while. "The way you fill me up, babe, I could take a ten-hour nap right now, but, uh..." She exhaled. "Guess we should do the dishes..."

Valerie wasn't especially keen on moving either just yet, but she rolled over onto her side until she was able to push herself to her feet. She made sure everything was inside the blanket/picniccloth and picked up each corner to collect all the disposables at once.

Ding! "We are currently experiencing a high call volume. But please do not hang up, as your call is very important to us. Thank you for your patience."

Val took it all into the kitchen, pushed down the garbage which was in the can, stuffed all their picnicware into it, flattened it all down far enough again and returned to the living room, clapping any accumulable dust from her hands.

"Dishes are done. What else do you wanna do?"

Donna rolled herself up on her elbow. "Well, 's see...what've we done so far?"

"So far..." Valerie started pacing back and forth, counting on her fingers. "We had our late lunch-slash-early dinner...did some more unpacking...read the paper cover to cover...did the crossword puzzle...cut it up, turned it into an origami festival...counted the ceiling tiles...danced to my song...made love, aaaaand...oh yeah, went to the grocery store."

And with that, she made her way back to the recliner, sat, tossed one of her legs over the other and dropped her chin in her hand.

Gong! "You are now being transferred to one of our efficient representatives. Please hold, and we will be with you VERY shortly."

Donna tried to roll herself over as well, but had a bit of a tough time. "H-...hon?" She reached towards her.

Val took her hands to pull her up a little bit, slipped her arm around her and lifted her the rest of the way up.

"Thank you, my reason for living," Donna gratefully groaned, on her feet. She kissed her, then made a fateful announcement.

"I gotta take a leak."

***

(VALERIE) Once you've invested in something more time than it takes to get from Honolulu to Disney World—both wonderful honeymoon spots, by the way—it starts to feel like it'd be a real shame to just give up, and that the time would just have been completely wasted otherwise. You are no doubt thinking by now that we're utterly insane...for several reasons...

...and you're right.

Excuse me just one moment, I have to get something...ah, here we go.

Eventually, Donna's Mom called us—thank goodness Donna has a cell phone—and said she was going to come by the next morning to warm our house a little. Now, if I may go off on a little tangent here...those of you who are all too aware of the fact that if you rearrange the letters in "mother" you get "Hitler-woman"...I've gotta be honest in telling you that Donna's Mom and I love each other. We do. But please, don't hate me for it, because I'm not bragging. I'm not. ...Please don't let her know I told you this, but just between us, when she first introduced us, I...HATED...her. She always called me "young lady." Ugh...she thought it was so "cute." Drove, me, nuts.

She wasn't exactly crazy about me either then, but...well...I know how terrible this is, but...have you ever had this recurring dream that your significant other's Mom died, and...every time you have it, it feels really good?

I know, I hate me for it too. Obviously, I would never really wish such a thing on her. But, that's all in the past; we're fine now.

Anyway, the reason I bring up her Mom is, she...well, maybe I should just let you find out for yourself. Please excuse me just once more...be right back.

Okay, should be all good now.

Apropos this credit card goofiness, we finally decided it was time to fight fire with fire. So we decided, you know what? We can wait just as long as you can prolong it. Desperate situations call for desperate measures, and so we pulled out the secret endurance weapon. The ultimate time-killer. Sunday twilight, something like 1:30 a.m.

***

September 7th, 1:45 a.m.

Valerie had set everything up an hour or three before. Two teacups were on the table. The board and everything on it sat on the floor between them. Donna was about to fall over on her side dead asleep. Val shook the dice, blew on them and rolled.

"'Kay, I pass Go, collect $200...Community Chest...oh, cool, 'nother 45 bucks. Tops. Your turn, sweetie."

Donna didn't move. Val crawled over the board and French kissed her nose. She woke up. "Wh-...what happened?"

"It's your turn, babe," Val said, motioning to the board.

"Oh, for G-...okay." Donna lackadaisically picked up the dice and didn't roll, but just dropped them on the board.

Valerie gave her a couple claps. "Oh, hon, doubles! You got outta jail free."

"Yippity-skip," celebrated an exhausted Donna. She rubbed her face. "...W-...why is my nose wet?"

Gong! "You are now being transferred to one of our efficient representatives. Please hold, and we will be with you VERY shortly."

Donna reached toward the phone. "I'll show you 'very shortly,' you little..."

Valerie took her hands in mid-strangle. "ALL right there, sweetie, all right..." She got up, collecting their teacups. "Sounds to me like someone needs more tea!" She headed to the kitchen.

Donna practically begged her as she did so. "No...please...no more tea!"

Val called to her from the kitchen, refilling their cups. "Now, Donna, honey, I told you, if you win the game, I'll take you out next time we do something together, whatever you want, all day, 's on me, and then I will make you the best dinner you ever had."

"Oh, Val, I don't wanna win the game!" Donna whined. "I don't want more tea! I either want a human being on this phone right freaking NOW—"

Recording one cut her off. Ding! "We are currently experiencing a high call volume. But please do not hang up, as your call is very important to us. Thank you for your patience."

She finished her sentence, starting to weep by the last word. "...or I wanna go to slee-e-eep!"

Valerie came back with the teacups a moment later. She sat down with her and matter-of-factly explained it to her. "Oh, you're just going through a state of temporal somnolence due to your circadian rhythm, combined with your somewhat lethargic physiology, which would naturally result in a microsleep condition in your cerebral cortex. Not to mention your pathological adversity to delayed gratification."

With which she picked up the dice, shook them, and blew on them again. Donna looked at her as she let this sink in.

"Great," muttered Donna. "Now I'm tired, and I have a headache."

Gong! "You are now being transferred to one of our efficient representatives. Please hold, and we will be with you VERY shortly."

Val rolled. "Yay!" she clapped. "Boxcars!" She started moving her token.

***

(DONNA) When I was a little girl, I used to love to stay up late like all kids do. And like a lot of kids, I would get out of bed after I thought my parents had gone to sleep, and then sneak out of my room. The difference is, most kids, when they do this, get caught and sent back to bed. I...did not. If you have children, or, if you happen to be a child, well, then, you know full well that once you're born, a new internal alarm is automatically installed in your parents' brains, that senses when you get outta bed, wakes them up, makes THEM get up, and boom, you're back in bed before you know it. Then five minutes later, you've gotta go to the bathroom, that gets them back up and the process repeats, then five minutes after that you get thirsty and get a glass of water, and then you have to pee, AGAIN, and this time, your parents actually go to the trouble of tying you to the bed; to them it's worth it.

Okay, obviously, I'm kidding. You don't need two trips to the bathroom.

Anyway, the point is, I never got caught. I never got sent back to bed, and therefore spent more than my share of twilights wide awake. The twilight hours always seemed kind of...mysterious and elusive and unexplored to me. I was amazed the first time I found out they still show stuff on TV after midnight. I never really did much of anything; just marveled at the fact that I, uh...broke on through to the other side, if you will. I went back outside my bedroom door after midnight, and I got away with it. I felt invincible back then; for a long time I just thought it was the coolest thing ever.

But then, when I hit my 20s, and got a full-time job, and had to start getting up early every morning...all of a sudden I realized WHY it is parents don't let their kids stay up late. So I go, all right, if I want eight hours' sleep, I'm gonna have to hit the sack at...ten?? I thought, I haven't been asleep by ten since I was...ten! I dunno if you ever spent your childhood weekends sleeping till 1:00 in the afternoon, but if you try to switch gears, just like that, and then try ten at night...well, you might as well have a damn parade going on outside. Before you know it you're up again, channel surfing, thinking, boy, this is gonna be rough in the morning. But don't despair, kids, 'cause after a couple days of just trying not to drop dead at work, all of a sudden, hitting the hay at ten sounds like a dandy idea! Soon your rhythm is right back where it was before, and now...getting to the actual point...once you're all grown-up...oh-ho-ho, just try pulling an all-nighter now.

Which brings us back to our little credit card situation here. By the by, this fascination for twilight when I was a kid went pretty much hand in hand with my fascination for the power of those magical little plastic cards my parents had that could do absolutely anything as far as I was concerned...but that's another story. That long, long, LONG expository spiel, which went way too far but oh well...was just to attempt to prepare you for what's coming next...oh, and, incidentally, uh...

My apologies, in advance. ...For what? Trust me, you'll see for what. Sunday, twilight, 3:30 a.m., probably...

...

Or...uh...it might've been 3:45 a.m., I can't really remember...

...

Y'know...maybe it was closer to 4:00, I didn't very much care by this point.

***

September 7th, 4:41 a.m.

Donna paced back and forth across the room, trying to keep herself awake. Their Monopoly game had chugged to a halt, and Val was sitting not very animatedly, with her elbows on the table, her face melting between her hands, staring listlessly at the phone.

Ding! "We are currently experiencing a high call volume. But please do not hang up, as your call is very important to us. Thank you for your patience."

"Well," mumbled Valerie, "Glad we didn't have anything else to do today."

Donna stopped pacing. "Val...hon...can we please, please, PLEASE just go to sleep?" she pleaded.

Valerie sat up, gave herself a light smack in the cheek, rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Donna...just think how great we're gonna feel when we finally get through!"

Donna was exasperated. Her tone was turning angry. Val's endless—and seemingly foolhardy—optimism was starting to get on her nerves. "Yeah, uh...y'know, Val, I've been thinking about that these last, oh, I dunno...FOURTEEN hours, and, uh..."

Gong! "You are now being transferred..."

Donna finished. "...somehow, I don't think it's gonna happen."

Valerie forced herself up and took Donna's hands. "Babe, we can't just give up!"

Donna held out her arms inquisitively, pushing Valerie's hands back towards her. "Yeah...remind me why not again?" she asked.

Ding! "We are currently experiencing..."

Valerie gave her a supportive kiss. "Donna, it's gonna happen! I prayed for it! God has always answered my prayers!"

Donna was giving less thought to what was coming out of her mouth. She sharply yanked her hands out of Val's. "Oh, really?" she said. "And, um, just what kind of prayers would those be, exactly?"

She wandered to the other side of the room and rubbed her eyes. Valerie, watching her go, was clearly caught off-guard by this question and the way Donna asked it. She felt a little stung.

Gong! "You are now being transferred..."

"What does that mean?" Valerie inquired.

Donna removed her hands from her face and held them in the air. "NOTHING. Nothing." She heaved a sigh and stared off, not at anything in particular.

The blood in Valerie's feet went cold. Feeling a sudden uneasy feeling in the tummy, she took a few cautious steps toward her wife. "Is there something you'd like to say to me?"

Donna's lips said, "Nope!" but her flippant tone patently contradicted it.

Ding! "We are currently experiencing..."

Val came a few steps closer still. "Yes, there is. What is it?"

Donna sighed, rubbing her eyes again with a faint groan.

"Donna, answer me."

Donna couldn't really look at her, but she said, "...Look, Valerie, you don't have to do me any favors."

Valerie's eyebrows jumped, quite surprised and startled to hear the woman she cherished say something like this. The comment aside, she couldn't remember the last time Donna addressed her with the full three-syllable version of her name. A bit of hurt came through in her voice as she said, "A-...are you saying you don't want me here?"

Gong! "You are now being transferred..."

Donna turned towards Valerie, but still not exactly facing her. "Well, first of all," said Donna, her voice rising, "I thought our wedding vows included no trick questions..."

Val turned more startled yet.

Donna went on. "...and B, 'You don't have to do me any favors' means 'You don't have to do me any favors.' 'I don't want you here' means 'I don't want you here.' Did I say, 'I don't want you here'? I did not. Ergo, I reiterate: ...you don't have to do me any favors."

Valerie was barely able to believe what she was hearing. Her lower lip involuntarily started to quiver. She returned to the recliner and let herself down slowly again, holding on to the table to keep her body from collapsing, and practically melted into the chair.

Ding! "We are currently experiencing..."




Give Me a Little Credit Here



Valerie shook her head. "What the h-..." she whispered. She had never heard her beloved soulmate speak to her like this, as wives or girlfriends or anything. She didn't know what to say to do. She started to become frightened.

Donna continued what she was saying, still not completely able to look at her. "And all I mean by that is, I just think there are things we could be doing right now more productive than this. Like, oh, I don't know, just off the top of my head, maybe...SLEEP!"

She covered her face with one hand. Looking at Donna, her powers of speech trapped in confusion and apprehension, Valerie felt numb. She looked helplessly at the phone. "But...but...I..." she breathed out.

Gong! "You are now being transferred..."

They both started breathing just a bit heavier. And for the same reason, Valerie heard Donna start to weep, very softly and silently. And before she knew it, Val felt tears coming to her own eyes. Donna, needing to sit down herself, plopped herself on the floor, and covered her face with her hands. Neither of them said anything for a few moments. Finally—

Ding! "We are currently experiencing..."

Abruptly, Donna shouted, "Oh, just hang up!"

A very startled Valerie gasped and jumped. She did nothing. A few more seconds of music that all sounded the same went by.

Gong! "You are now being transferred..."

It was driving Donna insane. "Damn it, hang UP, I said! Just forget it! SCREW it already!!" she cried.

As Donna's voice grew louder, Valerie's piped down. "Wha-...?" she whispered. "Why are you shouting? You're scaring me."

Donna brought her voice down, starting to let it all out. "I just can't believe this whole freaking thing..."

Val slipped down onto the floor and approached Donna on her knees. "Honey..." she started, "It's okay. I—"

"'Okay'?!" Donna chopped her off. "This is NOT okay!" She paused for a sob. "I am sitting here, in the dead of night, pointlessly waiting for a goddamn miracle to happen! I'm a grown woman, struggling to stay awake at...at...whatEVer the hell time it is, after being on hold on the phone for fourteen hours. Something is obviously wrong here! If there is anything this situation is not, Valerie, it's 'okay'! This, freaking, SUCKS. All right?!"

She brushed her eyes dry and sniffled. Val gazed at her about two petrified seconds, sat down on her legs and started crying. Not incredibly loud, but enough for Donna to hear. All she'd wanted to do was make her wife happy. And she felt like she'd totally failed.

Ding! "We are currently experiencing..."

"Donna..." Val said through her tears, "H-...how can you say that? I mean, I-I-...I know this isn't the greatest day ever, but...but, y-...you're acting like it's the end of the world! We are still married, you know." She forced out a weak, tearful chuckle. "I mean, it...it's not as if someone's forcing us to divorce if we can't authorize your credit card."

"Well, it goddamn feels like it," replied Donna, already regretful. "Hell, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave me by now."

Gong! "You are now being transferred..."

"Wh-...what are you talking ab-..." Valerie didn't believe she just said that.

"I don't believe you just said that." She sat up and inched closer on her knees again. "Donna...look at this." She pointed to her ring. "We are married! Donna, darling..." She knee-walked right up behind her. "...my angel, for Heaven's sake, I am your wife! You GOT me! I'm not going anywhere! You have a brand-new wife...who loves you more than anything she'll ever love in this world...and who would give up her life if it meant saving yours!" She blinked some more tears off her eyes, putting a hand on Donna's shoulder.

Donna chuckled caustically. "You'd die...so I could stay alive? GEE, that makes a lot of sense. Great, you're dead, and I'm a widow! What the hell am I supposed to do then, Val? Answer me that."

Val let that go. She leaned up closer to her ear and whispered, "Donna...I love you more than life itself. I adore you more than any person in this world has ever adored anyone or anything, ever, a billion times over. Donna...you, are, my, WORLD."

Donna just cried. The words effectlessly bounced off her. "Ohhh..." she moaned miserably. "I wish I wasn't too tired to care..."

Valerie could not believe that either. She took her hand off her beloved's shoulder and opened her eyes as wide as they would go.

"'Too...tired...to care'??"

She couldn't let that go. "Okay, my friend, you just blew my mind, twice, and THAT one hurt." Valerie couldn't hold back her tears anymore. "What you just said really hurt me, Donna. ALL I've done...all, I've, done, for the last twenty-four hours is stand by you, and try to make this happen for you. Your happiness is the number one priority in my life. Let me explain something to you, Donna: I'm not sure if you understand this, but your wife, Valerie Megan O'Hanlon, would go through hell and back to make your dreams come true. Because you're the queen of my heart. I, LOVE, you." She shook her head. "If someone took you away from me, or told me we couldn't be together anymore...I..." She wept at the mere thought. "...you have no idea how much it would destroy me. If I lost you...I would be shattered, into a million tiny pieces, until nothing in me could be broken anymore. And you're too tired to care?"

Donna let another moment go by, absorbing all of this, and then her heart wrenched again as she heard Valerie unleash a steady stream of sorrowful, soulbreaking tears. She collected her thoughts, and then indeed turned around to face her sobbing wife. "Okay," she began. "You wanna talk about this, we'll talk about this."

Val paused crying to look up at her.

"Number one, Valerie...about four hours ago, my dream was not authorizing this stupid thing anymore; it was unconsciousness. I...apparently, I should have told you then that I wanted to go to sleep, except, I did! I said it over and over again! Val, look...I'm sorry, really. I really am, but-but..." She threw out a frustrated sigh. "...you just wouldn't listen to me! It's..." She tried to think, but her headache wouldn't allow it. "It's gotta be, like, 5:00 in the morning right now! You know I need as much sleep as I can possibly get, all the time, and you haven't let me have one wink! I started..." She sighed, mustering the courage to say this. "...stupid as it probably sounds, I started to think that maybe you...that maybe you actually didn't love me anymore."

Those seven last words cracked Valerie's heart, and made her bawl yet harder. Donna continued to attempt to locate the words she wanted. She sighed. "I...I didn't mean to..." But again, she couldn't think. She got frustrated again and threw out the first statement that popped in her mind. "I didn't think it would be like this!...I-I...I didn't mean to do anything wrong here! Okay?...I..." She turned back to Val, whose head was turned to the floor. "Val..." She took Valerie's wet chin in her hand. "Val...look at me, please?"

Her tear-soaked eyes were pinched shut. Donna was feeling arrows of guilt spear every part of her. She looked down at the floor with her. After another moment, she told her, "I wasn't really too tired to care." She felt her body brimming with shame.

Val raised her head, opened her heartbreak-stained eyes and looked at her, although Donna wasn't looking at her now. "I-...I only said that to make my point. It was a...a sucky choice of words. And...'cause I got pissed off that you wouldn't let me sleep."

That revelation injected Valerie with shame. She dropped her eyes, too dismayed to look at her now. She sniffled, wiping her nose. She felt inexpressibly disappointed in herself, as if punched in the gut by her own fist. "I-I..." she said barely audibly. "I'm so sorry."

Hearing that, right when she thought she couldn't feel any worse, Donna grimaced and pretended to shoot herself in the head. Under her breath, she responded, "I, uh...I believe that was my line."

She turned back to Valerie. "Look, Val, I..." She didn't get out any more words past this before Valerie threw her arms around her, squeezed her as hard as she could and buried her head in Donna's chest. From somewhere down between her breasts, Donna heard Valerie whimper, "Please forgive me."

Again, just when she thought it wasn't possible to feel any guiltier. "Okay, Val, you gotta stop stealing all my lines here."

Feeling relief and salvation blooming inside of her, Valerie's crying changed from sad to glad. She turned her face up to Donna's, blinking and sniffling. "So you...you still love me?"

"Oh, like you even need to ask," Donna chuckled, an emerald-colored reflection of herself staring back at her. "You still love me?"

Valerie smiled happily for the first time in twelve hours. "Even more," she answered, seeing the hazel reflection of herself.

"If only possible."

Val stopped herself before she started bawling again. "Oh, come here, you," she rejoiced, laying an Earth-silencing kiss on Donna. Their arms enfolded each other and they teetered off-kilter, giving in to the exhaustion, letting gravity take over, and continued making out on the floor.

And the world as they knew it vanished beneath them.

Ding! "We are currently exp—" CLICK.

A voice.

A HUMAN voice.

"Hello, and thank you for calling DiscVisMasterExpress, may I help you?"

And when their lips were in contact, everything else in the world completely went away.

They kept kissing.

"Hello? Are you there?"

They kept kissing.

"Hello, is anyone there, please?"

At last, they detached from their liplock and regained any fragments left of their senses. Donna reached to take hold of the recliner and pull herself to her feet. "I, um...I think I'll go get you some Kleenex, honey." She started towards the bedroom. "Glad the Rite Aid's open 24 hours."

The (human) voice on the phone underlapped Donna's. "Hello?" it asked, as Donna was talking. And they still, didn't, hear it.

Valerie got to her feet too. "Oh, baby, let me go with you. Really, it's the least I can do."

Donna spoke again, and again the voice underlapped her. "The least you can do?" she asked.

"Anybody there?" asked the voice.

Donna continued. "Valerie, I have been acting like such a je—"

"WHOA, whoa, wait a minute," said Val.

"What?"

"Did...you just hear something?"

"What?"

And this time they did hear it.

"Hello, anyone there at all?"

They turned back to the phone in what felt like slow-motion. In a simultaneous realization of the epiphany upon them, they returned their glances to each other for one brief second. Then, also unisonously—

"OMIGOSH!" screamed Valerie.

"HOLY CRAP!" screamed Donna.

Mentally recharged and energized, they raced back into the living room and dove around the recliners to get to the phone. Donna getting there first, her knees hit the floor at the same instant she shouted, "HEL—"

But she got no further.

The line went dead. They were left with nothing but a dial tone.

Valerie's face fell and she dropped her head in her hands. Donna began shaking into the opening stage of a seizure.

"...No..." she whispered, shaking her head, staring at the phone, feeling the tears coming on again. "...no...no no no no no, NO...y-...you are not...you did NOT ju-..."

Valerie looked down to see her wife panicking. She promptly went down on her knees with her. "Donna. Donna. Honey, it's all right. S-...sweetie...sweetheart, look." She turned Donna's face to hers. "Baby, look at me. It's okay. It's gonna be okay." Donna was still upset. "Honey. Honey!" said Val. She took her in her arms, kissing her cheek repeatedly. "Calm...down, hon," she whispered. She held on to her, caressing her hair, lowering her voice until she could pull her back under control. "Donna, sweetie, shhhh. Don't worry about it. Shhhh. Everything's okay. I love you. I love you." She kissed her once more and whispered in her ear. "I love you."

Valerie quietly hung up the phone and put both arms around her, letting Donna's head slip down to her shoulder. A few seconds passed consisting only of Val soothing her mournful wife. A few more gentle strokes and "shhhh"s later, Donna raised her head.

"Oh my God," Donna mumbled solemnly.

"I know...I know," Val comforted her, petting her hair, arms and back.

Donna shook her head. "Oh, I'm not totally sure you do..."

"...Babe...I—"

"I mean, if you do, then at least one of us does," bemoaned Donna, her voice rising in pitch and volume. "Then at least one of us knows what the hell just happened—to me, anyway. 'Cause I damn sure don't." She shook her head again. "It's...it's like I'm watching the whole last hour in my mind, in slow motion, over and over again, and..." Her words were no easier to find and put in order than before. "...that wasn't me." She detached herself from Valerie's embrace and stood. "That was...was some kind of psycho, that...just commandeered my mind and took the wheel. I-...I-..." She paused to exhale. "...Val, I almost brought our marriage to a standstill."

Valerie gave her a light shake of the head. "No..." she tenderly mollified, trying to put Donna's mind at ease.

Donna took a few steps in the opposite direction from her. "Well, you saw it, Val: we just had our first married fight. And I totally brought it on." She started briefly losing it again. "And it was over a freaking credit card!"

Valerie stood up with her, took her hands and kissed her. "Honey, honey, stop beating yourself up! All married couples fight. Trust me, it was gonna happen sooner or later." She let out another soft chuckle. "If you didn't know that before, yes, sweetie, yes; we are gonna fight, a LOT," she assured her, looking into Donna's teary eyes, trying to optically penetrate love into them. "But all it means is that we love each other!" she smiled. "So look here: don't ever worry about breaking us up. It is NOT gonna happen." She let go of her hands and wiped both her cheeks dry. "I told you earlier, I'm not going anywhere."

Donna nodded. "I know...but I still just hate that I hurt you."

"Well..." Valerie smirked lovingly. "Don't worry about that either. If it makes you feel any better, I inadvertently hurt you too, so we're even. And...y'know what, never mind the Kleenex. I think right now we could both use some sleep, huh?"

Donna just stared at her wordlessly for a moment.

Valerie sheepishly dropped her eyes. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, honey. But look, it's all behind us now. Everything's gonna be fine when we wake up. C'mon, Mrs. O'Hanlon. It's bedtime." She took her hands again. "Let's cuddle up and drift off to Dreamland."

***

(DONNA) Wow...well...I'm-I'm speechless.

(VALERIE) Words fail us; that pretty much says it all.

(DONNA) Oh, but you don't have to go anywhere; we haven't finished our entire story just yet.

(VALERIE) Unless of course you have to; please, don't let us keep you if you have other plans.

(DONNA) Right—but we promised you could meet my Mom, Carole, so if you want, by all means, stick around with us a little bit longer. Our apologies for not getting her in before now, but she's in the last little segment here.

(VALERIE) Here you go. Twenty-four hours after our story began. Sunday morning, 11:00.

***

September 7th, 11:11 a.m.

The lazy Sunday morning reflected the same picture of loveliness its accompanying Saturday had presented, the heavens virtually cloudless, both temperature and rate of traffic just a few degrees lower than twenty-four hours before. Around the corner on the way to NW 3rd Avenue came a blue Volvo which parked right behind the lime-green Beetle. Once parked, out stepped a summer dress'd woman in her late forties, who bore a fair resemblance to Donna, for obvious reasons: Carole Gardner. Her Mom. She reached the house and knocked a couple of times on the frame of the screen door. No answer. She tried the bell. No answer.

A bit curious, she opened the screen door and tried knocking on the actual front door. It creaked a few inches open. Oh, she thought, Maybe they couldn't answer the door so they left it unlocked...which, if the case, seemed a little less than secure to her, but oh well. She slowly pushed the door the rest of the way open. She popped her head in and called to them.

"Hello?...Girls?...It's me." She discreetly wandered a few steps in. "Um, the door was unlocked," she continued calling out. "I hope you don't mind me letting myself in."

Yet still no answer at first.

"Uh, Donna, I saw your car outside, so I figured you were here...if you two aren't home, I could come back later...but, I don't want to leave your door unlocked..."

Three seconds later, a groggy Valerie emerged, rubbing her eyes. She tossed out a yawn, in the middle of which she noticed her.

"Oh, Carole, hi!" she greeted her with a hug.

"Well, hi, hon!" said Carole. "There's one of ya. Slept in this morning, huh?"

Valerie stretched with a chortle. "Ho-HO, yeah." Then something occurred to her. "Hey, uh...how'd you get in? I didn't know Donna made you a key." She gave her eyes another wake-up dabbing.

"Oh, eh, she didn't," Carole said a tad sheepishly. "The...the door was open."

Valerie stopped pawing at her eyes in mid-rub, raised her eyebrows and remembered. "Oh yeah," she muttered to herself.

"I hope it's okay that I came in."

"Oh, well, of course it is; we know you!" chuckled Val. "Yeah, we didn't mean to leave it open, we just...kinda...one thing led to another, y'know. Long story."

"Well, I've got plenty of time," Carole said with a shrug. "My little girl still in bed, is she?"

Most of her energy having replenished, Val perked the rest of the way up. "You bet. Oh, well, hey, hey, sit down," she urged. "Let me get you something. You want a drink? Snack? Anything?"

"Oh, that'd only be delightful," she graciously accepted, taking a seat in one of the recliners.

"Outstanding." She adjourned to her kitchen.

Carole called to her. "Oh, and you could also get that lazy daughter of mine out of bed for me while you're at it, young lady." She chuckled, as she of course found this "cute."

A few steps into the kitchen, hearing those last two words, Val froze in her tracks shortly and her face went into an anguished grimace, teeth and fists both clenching. She let the moment of irritation pass, took a breath and turned back to the direction of the living room. "You got it, Care!" she called.

"Oh, Valerie, honey, do you have some of those darling little cookies around?" she heard her ask. "You know the ones I mean? What little morsels of heaven; I just love those things."

"Yes, I know," Carole heard her respond. Under her breath, she added to herself, "You bought them for us." She tore open one of the bags of the cookies as quietly as she could. The truth about the cookies was, Carole loved them far more than Donna and Val—combined—and they hadn't opened them till now. But she didn't want Carole to think they were just leaving the cookies sitting there on the shelf untouched (even though they were), so she tried to be silent.




Give Me A Treat



McKenzie Lowell stepped up to the door and rang the bell.

The door was answered by a giant dressed in a Scottish kilt, white button up and black half-mask. 

"Trick or treat?" he asked.

"Hey Bear, isn't that supposed to be my line? But I'll take a treat over a trick any day!"

"Shit Kenzie, how did you know it was me?" Bear asked.

"Because I don't know anyone else who hits 6'5"? And how did you know it was me?" Kenzie asked with a pout.

"Because I don't know anyone else with your hot as hell body?"

"Oooooh, you better watch out," Kenzie teased, punching Bear in the arm, "or I'm going to tell Lola!"

Lola was Bear's wife. She was a gorgeous, black hair and green eyes, who stood at just under six foot, had a great sense of humor and was perfect for Bear!

"Please don't Kenzie! She'll have my balls for sure." Bear laughed.

"Don't worry; I won't be responsible for your becoming a eunuch!"

Kenzie stepped into the foyer of the large, sprawling home that her friends shared. While Bear shut the door and hung her coat, Kenzie stepped up to the large mirror near the stairs to examine herself before stepping into the large masquerade party in full swing in the main part of the house. 

Kenzie scrutinized her imagine. Waist length hair, so red it was nearly burgundy, with a nice wave complemented her bright blue eyes. She had clear porcelain skin with a healthy smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She loved her freckles. 

What she loved much less was her very Rubenesque figure. Kenzie snorted. Rubenesque? How about fat! Kenzie really had no illusions about her size. She was a big girl. She smoothed her hands down her more than ample hips. Adjusting her gauzy, flowing white toga, she turned sideways and eyed her rounded stomach, much hidden by the empire waist of her gown. She'd taken a risk coming as a goddess. How many fat girls were actually brave enough to assume the right to be a goddess? Along with her white toga gown, she wore a gold laurel wreath and a white feathered half mask. The mask showed of her ruby painted cupid-bow lips to their best advantage. 

As little as she loved her figure, she had almost learned to accept her less than supermodel body. Dates, though, had been few and far between, due mostly to her size, she was sure. However, Kenzie accepted that she was a beautiful woman. And she was definitely not shy about adorning her body. She had numerous tattoos including a large tree of life on her back. She also had multiple ear piercings, a hoop in her nose and small diamond stubs ornamenting her bottom lip.

Giving herself one last critical look, Kenzie stepped into the large great room. She looked around, taking in the crush of other party guests. There were several predictable costumes: witches, vampires, pirates and some zombies. Some of the women wore beautiful costumes, dressed as fairies and princesses. Her eyes landed on a particularly hot black haired she-devil at the bar. Kenzie smiled. Of course Lola would be dressed as a slutty bad girl. SO Lola!

Kenzie milled through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with several people, making her way to Lola. When she reached her, Lola smiled and hugged Kenzie. With a large smile she handed Kenzie a glass of white wine.

"Oh fancy!" Kenzie teased Lola. "Did you break out the French Chardonnay for moi?"

"Oui! You know it! Nothing but the best for my girl."

Kenzie took a sip. "Yummy! You so know my weakness."

"Come sit with me," Lola urged her and led Kenzie to a large sofa near an even larger roaring fireplace. Lola swayed her barely covered ass, showing off the devil red g-string that matched her costume. They sat together in the corner of the L-shaped sectional.

"You little slut," Kenzie teased her best friend. "You are going to have innocent young boys limping around from their rampant boners!"

Lola giggle. "I know, right! I am totally shameless."

Kenzie truly loved her two best friends. Bear and Lola ran a very lucrative and popular nightclub downtown called The Drunken Dog. It featured barely clad go-go dancers, live bands several nights a week and was patronized by lots of very attractive and rich people. Being a singer, Kenzie had performed at The Drunken Dog on a regular basis and it had become like a second home to her; or a first home, maybe. Kenzie had grown up in foster care and had no family. Completely alone in the world, Kenzie has struggled on her own from the time she had run away from her last abusive foster home at the age of 15. 

Kenzie had supported herself as a street musician from that time on. She had an incredibly beautiful and unique voice, smoky and gravelly. She was also a natural on the guitar, having taught herself. At the age of 32 she'd yet to pick up a recording contract, however she had a very lucrative career performing at nightclubs and bars around the city. 

"So," she told Lola, glancing around, "nice party. Are you sure you found enough gorgeous people to be here? Are there any left in the city?"

"Maybe," Lola, with a little smile, "maybe not. You going to sing for us tonight?"

"Absolutely. Can you have Bear get my guitar out of my car?"

"Sure. Meanwhile, why don't you mingle? We have lots of naughty versions of games going on in different areas: Spin the Bottle, 60 Seconds in Heaven, yada yada yada! Play! Find a man to fuck, be bad!"

"Haha," Kenzie retorted with sarcasm. "You know I've just got men beating down my door. I'll stick with my trusty vibrator. Much less risk of rejection." Before Lola could argue, Kenzie stood, holding her glass up. "I'm getting a refill and then I'll say hello to a few people."

Kenzie made her way to the bar and procured herself another glass of wine. She leaned back against the bar, sipped her Chardonnay and people watched for a while. She smiled when she saw Bear palm Lola's ass across the room. In typical Lola style, she bent slightly to give Bear greater access and he took advantage, running a finger along her barely covered slit. Far from feeling embarrassed, the witnessed scene only made Kenzie feel hot and aroused. 

Kenzie sighed heavily. She'd love to find someone to share her life and bed with. Taking another sip of wine, she stilled, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck raise in awareness. Someone was staring at her. Surreptitiously, from beneath lowered lashes, Kenzie glanced around the room. Across the room near the fireplace, not far from where she'd been sitting with Lola, she found the culprit. Her eyes were snared by a very hot specimen of man. When she met his eyes, his full, beautiful lips quirked up in a half-smile. Kenzie jarred from the intensity of his gaze. 

Wow, she thought lowering her eyes, he is amazingly sexy. Discreetly, she hoped, Kenzie checked out the mystery man across the room. He was tall, fully as tall as Bear, but without the bulk. She couldn't tell the color of his eyes from the brief look she'd had, as well as from the distance, but his jet black hair shined in the firelight, so dark it was nearly blue. He wasn't dressed in costume, though he wore a nice leather half-mask. He was dressed in dark, distressed jeans and a leather half trench coat over a form-fitting black t-shirt. He also wore beautifully made black motorcycle boots with silver buckles. Jesus freaking Christ, she thought, that man is sin on two legs. Glancing back up, Kenzie saw he was still staring at her. 

Kenzie felt mesmerized. She felt tingles from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and her pussy started weeping. Kenzie shivered, as she forced her eyes away. Pushing away from the bar, she made her way through the crowd, greeting several people she recognized, despite their masks. Kenzie was quick with a smile and even quicker with a laugh; endearing her to most people she met.

She wandered out onto the large multi-level deck. It was chilly, but not bad, considering the time of year. She made her way to the fire pit and noticed that a very adult game of spin the bottle was going on. It appeared that whomever the bottle landed on, irregardless of the gender of the spinner or whom it landed on, a deep tongue kiss was awarded. Kenzie watched for several turns, becoming increasingly aroused by blatant display of eroticism, before she felt heat at her back. Without turning, she knew it was the mystery man from the great room.

"Are you aroused by the game?" he asked, his breath warm on her ear as he leaned close to whisper to her.

Kenzie jumped slightly, shivering from his words and from the effect of his breath on her ear. 

"Yes," she said without turning. "You?"

"No," he said, "I'm aroused by you."

Kenzie stiffened. She turned quickly to find him inches from her. She looked up into his eyes. Way up, considering he stood nearly a foot taller than her. She noticed his eyes were so light blue they were almost white. They were beautiful, but in an almost eerie way. Definitely intense. 

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"Nope, no trick here," he said with a crooked smile, amused at his own Halloween pun. "I think you are incredibly hot. I just have one question for you."

Kenzie simply raised her eyebrow in response.

He leaned in until her was whispering in her ear again. "Are you wearing panties?"

Kenzie leaned back with a bark of laughter. "You certainly aren't shy are you?"

"I never have been accused of that."

"What's your name? If I turn you on so much I should at least know your name, don't you think?"

"Fair enough. Silas."

"I'm Kenzie."

"I know. I've seen you at Bear and Lola's."

"Hmmm. Why haven't I seen you?"

"I'm shy?"

"Oh I highly doubt that," Kenzie laughed. 

Before Silas could make a rejoinder, Kenzie's name was called from the group playing around the fire pit. 

"Come play! Be naughty...it's Halloween!" This was from a waitress named Erin from The Drunken Dog that Kenzie had a friendly relationship with. 

Kenzie hesitated. 

"I will if you will," Silas said from beside her. "Dare you."

Never one to turn down a dare, a fault that had gotten her into plenty of trouble, Kenzie walked over to the group, throwing a challenging look over her shoulder at Silas. Kenzie chose a spot in the circle and Silas sat next to her, close enough that their thighs pressed against each other, causing a warm glow of arousal in Kenzie's pussy.

"Ok, Kenzie, you next!" Erin said excitedly. 

Kenzie groaned inwardly, but put on a game smile and spun. The bottle spun drunkenly for several rotations before, as if pulled by a magnet, landed on Silas. Kenzie gave a silent victory shout! How fortuitous! Without any wasted time, Silas buried his hand in the hair at the base of Kenzie's neck and pulled her head back. Kenzie gasped at the suddenness of the action and the shot of fluid it caused to drench her panties. Silas took advantage of Kenzie's open mouth and crushed her mouth, thrusting his tongue in with aggression. Kenzie moaned and thrust her tongue back at his. They dueled for long moments, tongues tangling, lips sucking, until Kenzie heard loud catcalls and whoops. 

She raised her head feeling drunk with the power of the kiss. She had totally lost herself in it. 

"Whoa!" Kenzie said on a little laugh. "That's enough of Spin the Bottle for me or I might end up in a puddle on the floor! I'm getting a drink." Kenzie stood on unsteady legs and made her way back to the great room and the bar, to the accompaniment of several playful boos. She could feel Silas on her heels. 

Procuring a drink, she turned to Silas and said, "Yes."

"Yes?" he replied.

"Yes, I'm wearing panties, but they're little."

"Shit," Silas whispered, almost to himself. He stepped forward, completely invading her space and pressed his body against hers. He reached around and palmed her ass cheek. "That is so fucking hot, because now all I can think of is taking them off of you."

"You are pretty presumptuous aren't you," Kenzie asked, meaning to sound firm but only managing to sound breathless.

Silas adjusted his hand to slide his finger up the crack of her ass, following the line of her little white silk g-string. With his other hand he palmed the back of her head and tilted her head to the side. Leaning down her ran the flat of his tongue from her collar bone to her ear. 

"I go after what I want. And I haven't wanted anything or anyone this bad in eons," he breathed into her ear. Using his grip on her ass, he pulled her tight against him, pressing his hard cock against her stomach.

"I can tell," she replied and turning her head, claimed his mouth in an unusual act of sexual aggression. When he threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss, she groaned into his mouth. Her nipples were hard points, pressing into his chest through her thin gown. Her panties were sopping wet with her own arousal by now and her clit pulsed hard, from a simple kiss. She wiggled trying to get closer. Silas released her hair and palmed Kenzie's breast before using his palm to rub her hard nipple in slow circles. When her nipple got even harder, it was Silas's turn to moan. This continued for several moments before Kenzie registered a clearing of the throat. 

Silas lifted his head and growled, "What the fuck is so important that you need to interrupt me, Bear?"

"Well, as much as I, and most of the room, are enjoying this hot as fuck display, it's time for Kenzie to play for us."

Kenzie's cheeks burned at how she had forgotten where they were. But she put on a brave face and a saucy smile.

"Glad I could be of service, Bear. Should I take a bow?"

"Let's save that for after your set?"

"Sure, but Silas will have to let go of my ass first."

Silas slowly loosened his grip on her ass and stepped by, but not happily. He turned to Bear, displeasure clear on his face. Bear took a step back and lowered his head, in apparent submission.

"I apologize, Silas."

Interesting, Kenzie thought, as she made her way to spot near the fireplace where her guitar, a mic and small amp were set up.

When she sat on the provided stool, she gave a cursory hello before beginning the intro to her first song. As she sang, most people came in from other areas of the house, crowding into the great room to hear her perform. She sang nearly a dozen songs, before launching into her current favorite, a song by India.Arie. 

She had felt Silas's eyes burning into her, never leaving for the entire set. As she began the lyrics of the song she looked into his eyes.

"Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't

Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't

Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes

It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul

I'm not the average girl from your video

and I ain't built like a supermodel 

But, I learned to love myself unconditionally

Because I am a queen..."

Kenzie finished the song to thunderous applause and thanked everyone for their appreciation.

Lola approached and, taking Kenzie by the arm, led her back to the bar. Kenzie noticed Silas had disappeared.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Kenzie asked.

"Maybe," Lola answered, and with a little laugh handed her another glass of wine. "Just thought you might be parched after all that singing."

"I am, thanks," she responded taking a large swallow.

"So, what do you think of Silas? Like him?"

"What's not to like? He's super-hot and kisses like he's set out to make it an art form. He's definitely wet my panties! How long have you known him?"

"Oh, forever," Lola answered with a little wave of her hand.

Kenzie recounted the exchange between Silas and Bear. "So, what's up with that?"

"Well Silas is like family, I guess. He's like an older brother to Bear; a mentor, really. He gave us the initial investment to start The Drunken Dog. Our success wouldn't have been possible without Silas."

"Ah. Ok. Still it's odd to see Bear so deferential to someone."

"He loves Silas, we both do, and would never want to offend him," Lola replied.

"Well if you love Silas, so do I," Kenzie assured her friend, giving her a one-armed hug, still holding her glass of wine.

"I think you showed everyone how much you 'loved' Silas earlier!"

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Kenzie retorted on a laugh. "So many people are going at each other at this party it might as well be an orgy!"

"Yeah, but there was something special about watching you and Silas. Half the people here couldn't take their eyes off you."

"Jesus, now I'm more than a little mortified," Kenzie blushed. 

"Don't be, you are a beautiful sensuous creature! If you weren't my best friend, I'd want to fuck you!"

Kenzie laughed. "You have enough fucking going on without involving me, you little perv! I am in need of the little girls' room." Excusing herself, Kenzie wondered upstairs and into Bear and Lola's master suite. She used the bathroom, washed her hands and freshened her hair and make-up, taking advantage of Lola's gigantic assortment of cosmetics. 

When she left the bathroom, Silas was waiting for her, leaning against the bedroom door, barring her way out.

Kenzie came to an abrupt halt. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I thought we could play 60 Minutes in Heaven," he replied with a wicked grin.

"It's 60 Seconds in Heaven."

"Oh, I'll need way more than a minute with you. But baby, I am going to take you to heaven," Silas promised, stepping away from the door and shrugging out of his leather trench.

Kenzie felt a rush of moisture flood her cunt, wetting her already damp panties. But not wanting to seem too easy, she asked, "Don't I have a say in this?"

"Yes," he replied, stalking her as she backed away from him. "You can say yes, more please, harder; any and all of those." 

Silas peeled his tee off over his head and Kenzie felt her jaw drop. Holy fuck, she thought, he is amazing. Silas had the type of body that a man only got from hard work. A natural, lean musculature, not something bought at a gym. Both of his nipples were pierced, with bars in both. So now she knew Silas possessed two things that turned her on beyond measure; a dominant personality and piercings. She glanced up from his chest to find his eyes on her. The look of lust on his face was so intense, she swallowed audibly. She stood frozen as Silas continued to approach her.

When he reached her, Kenzie expected him to grab her, but instead he slowly circled her. Reaching out he ran his hand lightly along her arm, around the shell of her ear, across her ass. He lightly touched her, circling her, making her feel like she was prey and he was toying with her. Through it all, Kenzie stood still, her breath hitching at every touch, her cunt spasming. She felt near orgasm and Silas had barely touched her! Eventually he made his way back to stand in front of her.

For several moments, Silas merely stared into Kenzie's eyes. His eyes burned so hot despite their cold color. She felt herself enthralled, lost in the depth of desire she found there. She seemed aware of every inch of her body, as if her skin were suddenly too tight. Her nipples hardened to impossibly tight points, her breathing was fast, heartbeat erratic and her pussy was a constant fount of dripping arousal.

"Take off your gown, McKenzie," Silas finally spoke, his voice deep and gravelly with want. Kenzie complied, slowly lowering her gown. Kenzie was surprised by her easy compliance, but even more surprised that this amazingly hot man wanted her. And she could in no way doubt his desire for her, she thought, glancing at the giant bulge in his jeans. Soon Kenzie stood before Silas in nothing more than her white silk g-string and 5 inch white satin stilettos. She resisted the urge to squirm and cover herself, severely self-conscious of all the extra weight she was displaying for this impossibly hot man.

"Love, no need to feel insecure. I could come in my jeans just looking at you." And as unimaginable as it seemed, Kenzie believed him. She shivered hard as he reached out to run the back of his hand along her collarbone. Turning his had he smoothed his fingertips down her chest, between her large, though firm breasts, to settle at the top of her panties. Using a single fingertip, Silas traced the top of her panties, back and forth, until Kenzie was ready to beg him to touch her between her legs.




Give Me A Treat



As though reading her mind, Silas slid his finger down her slit, staying on top of her panties. Kenzie groaned in pure delight at the feel of his finger on her cunt. She desperately wanted more. Please! she thought almost desperately. 

"Patience, baby," he told her. 

Kenzie started. Was he reading her mind?

"Yes, and you're thinking very loudly."

Before Kenzie could even process that statement, Silas lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to the large bed. Kenzie marveled that he could lift her so easily, considering she was no slight burden. He laid her on the bed, grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, and proceeded to devour her mouth. The thrust of his tongue in her mouth imitated what she longed for his cock to be doing in her sopping wet cunt. Returning Silas's kiss wholeheartedly, Kenzie couldn't keep from squeezing her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her aching clit.

When Silas pulled away and stood up, Kenzie groaned in objection and tried to reach for him. It was then she realized that while she'd been lost in his kiss, Silas had been securing her hands to the headboard. Kenzie twisted her head around to look at her hands. Of course Bear and Lola would have shackles built into their headboard! She turned her head back to Silas. He was standing beside the bed, his gaze wondering her body, landing longer on some places than others. 

"Do you know how fucking amazing you look in just that tiny thong and your hooker heels?"

"Why don't you show me?"

"You have no idea how badly I want to," he informed her with a shake of his head, "but first we need to talk."

"Okaaaay," Kenzie said, drawing the word out in confusion. Then with a start of remembrance, she asked him, "What the hell did you mean that you could read my mind."

"Exactly that," he answered, sitting down next to her on the bed. "If I couldn't, how would I have known you were even thinking that?"

"Oh." Kenzie thought for a second. "You could have guessed."

"Ok," Silas replied, "think of something." After a pause, he laughed. "Not about sex. Something not so easily guessed." Another pause. "Tacos? Seriously?" He laughed again.

"Holy shit! And give me a break, I'm hungry. Are you psychic?"

"Among other things."

"What other things? I'm getting a little nervous here and feeling a whole lot of vulnerable."

"I know you'll have a hard time believing this. And I haven't told anyone in a long time, but I think you're special; and I want you. Not just tonight, but for long term. I've wanted you from the moment I first saw you at The Drunken Dog. I know all about you; your childhood in the foster system because of your mom's overdose when you were four. How you ran away from foster care at 15 because of a very handsy foster parent. I know how you've struggled to be where you are today; a successful, beautiful, sexy artist with amazing talent."

"Ok," Kenzie said, beginning to struggle against her bonds, "I'm starting to be a little creeped out. Let me the fuck up!"

Silas placed his palm low on her belly and Kenzie stilled. "Calm down," he urged her. "You don't need to be afraid of me. I just needed to know everything about you. I needed to know if I could trust you. Bear and Lola vouched for you, but I have to be careful because of who I am." He began rubbing his palm in ever-widening circles on her stomach as he was talking, making it very hard for Kenzie to concentrate, despite the seriousness of the conversation.

"And just who are you?"

"I'm a vampire," announced to her. "Not just any vampire, though, but the king of this region."

"Oh, so fucking funny!" Kenzie said. "What kind of game are you playing? I've got to tell you, it's not very amusing to me right now."

"It's no game," Silas told her and leaned forward with the intention of kissing her again. Kenzie turned her head aside trying to avoid the kiss. Silas grasped her by the chin, forcing her face back to his. "Don't fight me Kenzie. I'm a predator. It'll only make me more determined and I don't want to hurt you."

Kenzie swallowed, feeling a kernel of fear begin in the pit of her stomach. But that fear was waging a war with the desire already residing there. And desire was winning, especially when she could see the lust shining is Silas's pale blue eyes. So when he leaned down to kiss her again she let him. Silas began the kiss gently this time, brushing his lips softly against hers, back and forth, until Kenzie was on the verge of begging him to deepen the kiss. He might be crazy, but he sure could kiss! Hearing her thoughts, Silas chuckled. 

"You are a sensual creature, McKenzie," he whispered against her lips. "All in due time." 

With those words, Silas began a journey down Kenzie's body with lips and tongue. He started by giving Kenzie's throat little flicking licks, interspersed with nipping bites. He worked his way sideways to where her neck and shoulder met. When he reached that ultra-sensitive spot he bit down with a good amount of force. Kenzie let out a little yelp of surprise followed by a low moan of delight. The feeling was amazing. She loved a little edge of pain to her pleasure; had always enjoyed when her lovers bit. 

Silas laved away the little pain of his bite with the flat of his tongue. Kenzie was moaning and writhing on the bed, her body begging for more.

"Fuck, baby, you are so sensitive. I wonder if I could make you come without even touching your sweet little cunt."

"I'm willing to let you try," Kenzie countered, breathlessly.

Reaching down, Silas cupped her generous breasts, kneading them. Kenzie's pussy clenched with desire and she groaned, squeezing her thighs. Silas ran his thumbs over both of her nipples, at once. Simultaneously, he continued rubbing her nipples over and over until Kenzie was panting and moaning. Unashamedly, she began begging for more.

"What do you want, baby? Do you want me to lick you pretty, berry colored nipples? Suck them? Bite them?"

"Please, Silas! Yes! Yes, to all of it. Please, please touch me more. Suck my nipples, bite them. I need more!"

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he asked as he continued to simply rub his thumbs across her nipple. After several more minutes of this, Kenzie was nearly sobbing from a combination of pleasure and need. "Okay baby," Silas crooned to her, "I'll give you more."

Leaning over, Silas opened his mouth onto her nipple and sucked the whole thing into his mouth. When he began suckling and flicking it with his tongue within his hot mouth, Kenzie's hips came up off the bed and she gave a little scream. 

"Oh god. Yes. Fuck, fuck. More, Silas. Harder." Kenzie was babbling, begging in near incoherence. Silas gave her what she wanted. Moving to her other breast, he took that nipple into his mouth and bit down, the force just shy of pain. Kenzie moaned, pulling against her bindings, wanting desperately to sink her hands into his hair and pull him closer. Instead all she could do was writhe as her cunt continued to weep. Silas continued to move back and forth between breasts, sucking, licking and biting. 

"Silas, I'm going to come," Kenzie panted. "Please, I need to come. Keep licking my nipples. Oh god, yes, just like that. Oh that feels so good when you use your teeth like that." Silas reached up to her untended breast and began to pinch and roll that nipple while he sucked hard on the nipple in his mouth. With a guttural groan and a hard squeeze of her thighs, Kenzie came. Silas continued to play with her luscious nipples until Kenzie was begging for him to stop. 

"Silas, please! It's too much." With a final gentle kiss to the tip of each nipple, Silas raised up to give Kenzie a deep kiss, pushing his tongue between her lips to lick the entire inside of her mouth.

"I swear I can taste your orgasm in just your kiss. I can certainly smell it. Fuck baby, you are amazing. I knew you would be responsive."

"I've never come from just nipple play. That was incredible."

"Mmmm." Silas stood and looking down at Kenzie told her, "Spread your legs for me, baby. God you're wet," he praised her when she complied. Reaching down, with incredible ease, he tore her thong off of her. Kenzie gasped, feeling a huge flood of moisture flow from her cunt, flowing down into her ass crack.

"Well, shit, that is fucking hot," Silas praised as he reached down to finger the small hoop in Kenzie's clitoral hood piercing. "You are full of surprises."

Silas continued to run his finger up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around. Every time he reached the top, he would flick her clit, making Kenzie groan. "So pretty," he whispered, seemingly to himself. He slid his finger down, and in one easy move, aided by Kenzie's extreme wetness, he buried it in her cunt, all the way to his knuckle. Kenzie's hips came up off the bed to meet his thrust. She moaned deep in her throat.

"More, Silas. Please more."

"Kenzie, I'm a vampire. Do you believe me baby?" As he asked the question, he continued to thrust his finger in and out of her soaking wet pussy, adding a second finger. Kenzie pushing her hips against his every thrust. 

Groaning in disappointment, Kenzie said, "Can you please stop talking crazy and just fuck me?"

"I want to baby," Silas said as he leaned down to tongue her nipple. Standing up he continued, "I have to know you know what you are getting into. I have to feed on you to fuck you."

"Ok," Kenzie said. "You're a vampire. Just fuck me." Kenzie was writing on the bed, desperate to have his cock deep inside her aching cunt. She needed to have the emptiness filled. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers hard.

"Look at me Kenzie," Silas demanded. When she complied, Silas opened his mouth and a pair of long, sharp incisors shot down out of his top jaw. Kenzie squealed and struggled against her bonds. "Believe me now, beautiful?"

"What the fuck? That is just a trick, a Halloween prop!" Kenzie said, desperately trying to deny.

Silas gave an aggrieved sigh. "How much more convincing do you need? I can read your mind and I have fangs!"

"You're really a vampire? Are you going to kill me?"

"No, Kenzie," Silas said with a small smile. "I already told you I wanted to keep you. I just need you to know what I really am. I want to bond you to me and to do that I need to feed from you. Let me. I won't hurt you, I never would."

Looking deep in his white blue eyes, Kenzie could see the truth of his words. And she wanted him. More than any other man she'd ever known.

"Ok. You're a vampire. You want me. I can accept that. Now will you just fuck me before I gnaw through these bindings and fuck myself?"

"Gladly." With that single word, Silas's pants seemed to disintegrate. In the blink of an eye, vampire speed, Kenzie though hazily, he had his shoulders wedged between her legs, spreading her wide. He placed his hands under her ass and tilted her cunt up toward his waiting mouth and, with his teeth, gently tugged on Kenzie's clit ring. Kenzie moaned, panting with need. 

"Oh yes," she whimpered. "Harder! Yes, just like that. Ahhh, yes, suck it. That feels so fucking good." Kenzie continued to encourage Silas as he licked and sucked her hard little clit into his mouth. He used his tongue to flick her clit back and forth, alternating with forceful suckling. Kenzie was nearly incoherent with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her. "Silas! I'm going to come!"

Silas pulled away for a moment. "Come for me baby, come all over my face." His dirty words were all Kenzie needed. As Silas leaned down and sucked her clit back into his mouth, biting down, she came with a shout.

"Fuck, fuck!" Kenzie was near tears, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Silas just kept sucking, keeping her riding high on her orgasm until she was begging him to stop. "Stop, please! Enough, I can't take any more," Kenzie begged, thrashing her head back on forth on the pillow.

Silas relented, rising up on his hands and knees over her. Damn, he thought, she looks beautiful with all that dark red hair spread out around her, her lips dark with desire, her pupils dilated. He crawled up her body until they were face to face. 

"You pussy tastes so good, baby. Taste." With that, he leaned down and kissed Kenzie deep, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. Kenzie groaned in pleasure, suckling his tongue and delighting in her taste on his lips. Silas leaned down slightly, rubbing his chest hair lightly over her nipples, making Kenzie whimper into his mouth. He pulled his mouth off hers. 

"Little girl, I'm going to fuck that hot little mouth of yours." Kenzie moaned and squeezed her thighs together as a spasm of longing rocketed through her pussy at just the thought of Silas shoving his cock down her throat.

"You're in luck," Kenzie informed Silas, "I happen to give very good head." She looked him in the eye, licking her lips and tasting herself again in the process. "Mmm," she teased him, "I do taste good."

It was Silas's turn to moan. He was infatuated with this sensual, sexy creature underneath him. He climbed up the rest of her body until her was straddling her shoulders. Balancing with one hand on the wall above her, he grabbed his cock in his other hand and pumped it, running his fist up and down the long length. Kenzie watched intently, a gush of fluid pouring from her pussy. There was nothing sexier to her than a man handling his own cock. 

Silas brought his cock to her mouth and rubbed the head against her lips. A drop of fluid leaked out of the tip, coating her lips. She licked it off, licking the head of his cock in the process. 

"Yum," she told him.

"Little girl, you are going to kill me," Silas moaned, "and it's damn hard to kill a vampire! Open your mouth baby and let me in."

Kenzie immediately complied, eager to taste him. Silas pushed just the tip into her mouth and she reached out her tongue to swirl around the head. Closing her lips, she suckled on the head, using her tongue to probe the slit in the tip, coaxing more fluid from him. With a guttural groan, Silas threw his head back and pushed his cock the rest of the way in, bumping the back of her throat. Kenzie took a moment take a breath through her nose, making a conscious effort to open her throat and take him all the way in. 

"Fuck, baby, you are good," Silas groaned and he pulled back only to thrust even further down her throat. Every time Silas pulled back, Kenzie took the opportunity to suck hard on his cock, swirling her tongue around its length. Silas set up a steady pace of thrusting into Kenzie's hot, and oh so willing, mouth. With every plunge, Kenzie was able to take him deeper down her throat, breathing through her nose every time he pulled out, smelling his pleasantly arousing musky scent. Finally Silas pulled out all the way. Kenzie whimpered in disappointment.

"I'd like nothing better than to shoot my load down your throat, but the first time I have to be buried balls deep in your pretty pink cunt."

Silas moved back down her body. Positioning his cock at the entrance of her still pulsing cunt, he leaned down and brushed his lips across hers.

"Mmm," Kenzie whispered against his lips, "now we can taste each other." She wiggled her hips, lifting them, trying to force his cock into her, utterly ready for Silas to finally fill her aching cunt.

Looking her in the eye, he asked her, "Are you sure? If you say yes, there's no turning back. I won't let you go. Make sure you mean it. After this you're mine. I'll fuck you so hard and so good you'll never want anyone else."

"Yes. I want to belong to you."

Without further delay, Silas thrust his cock into Kenzie's soaking hot cunt all the way to the hilt. Kenzie let out a keening wail as he bottomed out in her, bumping hard against her cervix, causing a pleasure so great it neared pain. Reaching down with one hand, Silas hooked Kenzie's knee on his arm, spreading her wide and sinking himself deeper in her pussy. Kenzie was stretched so wide from the size of his cock, she was burning. But she wasn't about to complain. She'd always enjoyed a little pain with her sex.

"You okay, baby?" Silas asked.

"Oh, yeah," Kenzie answered, breathily. "What are you waiting for?"

Silas pulled back to until only the head of his cock remained in her pussy, then thrust back in – hard. He repeated this slow, powerful pistoning over and over again. With ever y thrust, Kenzie grunted in a combination of pain and incredible pleasure. Silas leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing her to tilt her head back, arching her back, straining to get her nipple further into his mouth. 

Releasing her nipple with a pop, Silas told her, "We are going to get these pretty little nipples of yours pierced."

"Yes, anything you want."

"Good girl, Kenzie," Silas praised, pleased with her unqualified submission. He thrust hard into her, bottoming out in her cunt again.

"Please, Silas, faster!" Instead of speeding up, Silas pulled out. Kenzie cried out in protest, nearing the point of tears from the need to have him fuck her hard and fast, deep. "No. Silas, that's not fair!"

"Hush, baby." Silas soothed. "I'm not nearly done with you yet." Silas leaned up, grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. There was enough play in the bindings that her arms were able to criss-cross comfortably. "Ass in the air and keep your head down." Silas commanded. Kenzie scrambled to obey, not wanting to delay, even for a moment, getting Silas's cock back in her.

Without warning, Silas spread her ass cheeks, a hand on each, and leaned down to run his tongue from her cunt all the way up the crack of her ass. Kenzie thrust her ass back at him, silently begging for more. "Greedy little bitch aren't you?"

"Hmm," was all Kenzie could manage and, chuckling, Silas went back to licking her. He continued to tongue her luscious ass; long sensuous licks, short flicks and finally deep stabs directly into her tight little hole. "Oh yes. That's it. Lick my ass. I love it. I want you to fuck my ass so bad."

"Another time. Right now I just want to get back into you pretty little cunt and fuck you until you scream." Moving up between her legs, Silas palmed her ass cheeks, spreading and lifting them, and plunged back into her dripping wet pussy. Kenzie was so wet that Silas could feel her fluids against his thighs where they had dripped down her own. He began thrusting into her hard and fast. Kenzie began to scream into the pillow under her. Silas could feel his cock bumping against the bundle of nerves that comprised her g-spot with every thrust. Releasing Kenzie's ass, Silas leaned over her and reaching under her, grasped her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling them. 

Kenzie turned her head on the pillow. "I'm going to come again," she wailed, releasing a sexy little grunting moan with every thrust.

"Not yet," Silas told her, and pulled nearly all the way out. He kept himself still there and, leaning down, began licking and kissing her neck and shoulders.

"Silas! Fuck me!"

"Mmm, are you telling me what to do little girl? I'm in control here, not you."

"Yes. NO! I don't know. I just need you!" 

Releasing a breast, Silas wrapped his hand in the hair at the back of Kenzie's hair, twisting, causing enough pain to feel good. Kenzie gasped and Silas felt a flood of her juices flow out of her cunt onto his cock and down his balls. With his other hand he reached forward and released the bindings imprisoning her to the bed. Using his grip on her hair, he lifted her up until she was sitting in his lap. Grasping her by the hip and the hair, Silas pulled her down, impaling her on his huge, swollen cock. Kenzie moaned out and let her head fall back on Silas's shoulder, surrendering completely. 




Give Me A Treat



Silas began thrusting up into Kenzie's dripping hot cunt. With each thrust he continued to slam into her g-spot, causing her to cry out over and over again. Tilting his head down, he began licking up and down the column of her throat, pausing to nibble and bite hard. With every brush of his fangs against her sensitive neck, Kenzie broke out in goosebumps, not of fear, but of pure, unadulterated desire. 

Silas felt his balls draw up against his body and his cock get impossibly harder. "I'm about to come in your hot cunt, little girl. Are you ready for that?" he asked.

"Yes," she cried out, nearly there herself. 

"Do you want to come, baby?"

"Please, Silas. Please let me come!"

"I'm going to bite you now. I'm going to suck your blood right out of you, while you cunt sucks my cum right out of my cock!"

"DO IT!" Kenzie screamed, nearly incoherent with the need to come.

With a final thrust, Silas buried his cock deep in her cunt. At the same time he sank his fangs deep into her throat. Kenzie gave out a scream, as pleasure so intense it was blinding filled her body and mind. The feel of his fangs buried deep in her neck caused her pussy to spasm harder than she'd ever felt in her life. With each pull of Silas's mouth on her neck, she felt his cock twitch as he shot another spurt of cum deep in her cunt. This caused her cunt to spasm again and again in a seemingly endless cycle. Finally, her body could take now more and her world began spinning and her vision went black.

When Kenzie came back to herself, she was lying on the bed wrapped in a pair of strong arms.

"Welcome back, little girl," she heard Silas say, amusement clear in his voice. Kenzie opened her eyes she saw that Silas was half-reclined against the headboard, one arm resting behind his head. The other arm held her secure to his side. Coming to complete awareness, Kenzie shot upright, her hand going to her neck.

"Fuck! You really are a vampire!" she squeaked.

Silas smiled. "Yes."

Kenzie grabbed a pillow and pulled it in front of herself to cover her nakedness, suddenly self-conscious when not in the throes of lust.

"No," Silas commanded, as he sat up and snatched the pillow away, "you will not cover yourself in front of me."

Kenzie gulped, sudden fear filling her.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is amazingly beautiful. Don't insult yourself by hiding it from me."

Hands fluttering with the desire to cover herself, Kenzie chose to converse to take her mind off of her nakedness.

"Did you really say you're a king?"

"Yes," Silas replied, chuckling at her disbelief. "There are many vampire kings throughout the world, several in America. I am one. Younger than most, but powerful nonetheless. I have many princes under me, so I don't have to get my hands as dirty in vampire business as I used to. That is one of the reasons I set out to find my mate, my queen."

"How old are you," Kenzie asked, grasping onto the most innocuous piece of information he'd just given her. 

"Close to 800 years."

"Holy fuck," Kenzie whispered. "You don't fuck like an old man," she told him, shooting for levity.

"On the contrary, I fuck like a very old man who's had 800 years to learn how to please his woman."

"Very true. That was incredible."

"Kenzie, I want to turn you. I want you to be my queen, to bond you to me forever."

"Turn me?" Kenzie squeaked. "Umm, I don't know. That's fucking scary."

"Not so much. It's not Hollywood, Kenzie. It's really not that big of a deal. No draining you dry of blood. No sleeping in coffins. Being a vampire in this modern age is really quite easy. Vampirism, our scientists have discovered, is really just a fluke of DNA. We pass it to others through blood exchange. We don't feed off of other, only each other. It keeps the gene flowing through us, which keeps us young. Most of the vampire myths are bullshit. We aren't minions of the devil, we go out in daylight, enjoy eating and drinking. We love, have children, even. It's really a great life. But if the world knew we were the key to the fountain of youth, we'd be hunted and experimented on until none of us were left. So we are very choosy in who we turn."

"How do I become a vampire?"

"It's simple. I've taken your blood so you are bonded to me. I'll always know where you are, you can call to me through your thoughts and I'll hear you. To fully make you a vampire all we need is for you to take my blood. You'll sleep for a day or so, while your body makes the change, and you'll awake a vampire; a very powerful vampire, considering the age and power of your sire."

Kenzie stood up and started pacing, clad only in her heels. "Do I become all perfect if I change?"

"Define perfect."

"Skinny, Silas. Do I get to have a perfect body?"

"Goddammit, Kenzie, you're perfect the way you are!"

"Oh, really?" she asked, her voice dripping sarcasm. "Since when did fat become the new perfect?"

"That's enough!" Silas commanded, jumping up off the bed and Kenzie had the good sense to be frightened enough to stop talking. Silas stalked toward her and Kenzie began backing away, looking over her shoulder for an escape route before remembering she was completely naked. Silas continued to advance until Kenzie's back bumped into the wall behind her. Silas kept coming until his body was pressed hard against her. Placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head, effectively caging her in, Silas leaned down until he was eye to eye with Kenzie.

"Did it seem like I had a hard time fucking you, Kenzie?"

Kenzie turned her head away, unwilling to answer.

"Look at me, Kenzie." Silas didn't raise his voice, but the inherent command in it made her turn her head back and look at him. "Answer me. Did I have a hard time thrusting my cock into your soft, hot, willing body and making you come harder than any man ever has? Did I have a hard time fucking you until you screamed? Shoving my cock down your throat and nearly losing control and shooting off right then?" Becoming aroused by his own recitation of what he'd done to her, Silas's cock hardened into a stiff pole that poked into Kenzie's soft belly.

"No," she whispered.

"Does it fucking seem like a have a problem with the way you look?"

"No, but why me? You could have anyone! A supermodel for fuck's sake!"

"Exactly! I'm an 800 year old vampire king, Kenzie. I'm rich, powerful and fucking immortal! I could have just about any woman I want and I want you." Silas grabbed Kenzie's hair in both his hands and roughly lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her with punishing force, only succeeding in making cream leak down Kenzie's thighs. He thrust his tongue deep, fucking her mouth as he'd done her cunt minutes before. Kenzie moaned into his mouth. Releasing her hair and bending his knees, Silas reached down and grabbed Kenzie under her ass cheeks. Straightening, he lifted her off the ground. Startled, Kenzie grabbed his shoulders and squeaked into his mouth.

"See, easy," Silas said as he tore his mouth from Kenzie's. "Now wrap your beautiful legs around my waist because I'm going to fuck you again."

Kenzie obeyed with great speed, needing the reassurance of his cock deep inside of her. 

"Reach down and put my cock into you gorgeous, soft cunt little girl. Guide me in."

Kenzie complied, moaning as he slid in; grunting when he bottomed out against her. Silas held still, deep inside her, while he leaned down to kiss her again. Then moving from her lips, he trailed his tongue down her throat and up to her ear.

"You are perfect, Kenzie," he whispered, licking the shell of her ear. "Soft, round, beautiful. I could stay inside your hot cunt forever. Don't doubt your beauty or your worth." Kenzie shuddered, from the eroticism of her lips, tongue and breath against her ear and from the feelings his words evoked. Holding her in place against the wall with his hips, Silas moved one hand lower until his fingers were dipping into the wetness flowing out of her. He brought his finger up to the tiny, puckered opening of her ass and using her own fluid as lubrication, inserted his finger deep into her hole. Kenzie let out a moan of pure desire.

"Look at me," he commanded. When she complied, he told her, "Don't take your eyes off of me. You are going to see how much I want you while I finger your ass."

Kenzie kept her bright blue eyes glued to his nearly white gaze. He moved his finger out of her ass and back to her cunt to gather more fluid before thrusting it back into her ass. He began thrusting in a steady rhythm, causing her cunt to clench around his cock, before adding a second finger to her ass, stretching her. As he began thrusting both fingers into her ass, he started moving his cock in her. Kenzie dropped her head against the wall, her gaze never leaving his, moaning loudly, creaming steadily at the pleasure of having both of her wholes filled at once. Tilting his hips slightly, Silas began bumping her g-spot with every thrust. Her cunt began to flutter, signaling the coming of another orgasm.

"That's it little girl," he praised, staring into her eyes as they began to glaze over, "milk my cock. Come all over me, baby."

As Silas began to pump his cock into her cunt and his fingers into her ass in a harder, faster rhythm Kenzie let out a scream, coming hard. She came with such force, cream streamed out of her cunt, coating Silas's balls. While Kenzie was still in the throes of orgasm, Silas turned and walked them back to bed. Lifting her off of his cock, he lowered her feet to the floor. When Kenzie looked up at him questioningly, he told her, "Turn around and put your hands on the bed. I'm going to fuck that hot ass of yours, baby."

Kenzie let out a whimper of desire and, turning quickly to do his bidding, bent over the bed, palms down, legs apart and her knees locked against the edge of the mattress for leverage. Her hair fell around her face creating a dark red curtain and effectively blocking out the world. Her main focus was on the vampire behind her preparing to fuck her ass. She shivered in anticipation. When she felt his hand rub against her dripping wet cunt, she gave a start.

"Relax, baby, this'll be good."

"I know," she assured him. 

He reached two fingers deep into her cunt, drawing out more of her creamy wetness. Dragging his fingers up, he coated the entrance to her ass with it before slipping his fingers in, painlessly moving past the tight ring of her sphincter. Kenzie moaned and thrust back against his fingers.

"That's it, baby. Show me how much you want it. Oh, yeah, push against my fingers little girl. Fuck, you're tight."

With his other hand, Silas reached into her pussy again, gathering a good amount of cream and slathered it onto his rock hard cock. Removing his fingers, he placed the tip of his cock against her asshole and, pausing a moment to let Kenzie prepare, pushed into her ass and sank balls deep in one thrust.

Kenzie let out a scream. "Did I hurt you, baby?" Silas asked.

"Fuck no!" Kenzie moaned. "You feel so good buried deep in my ass." Kenzie began thrusting back against Silas, unwilling to wait further.

Grabbing her hips to still her, Silas told her, "I want you to open your mind to me. Listen to my voice in your head, baby."

Stopping for a moment to concentrate, Kenzie consciously opened herself, reaching for his mind with her own.

I'm here, baby, she heard him whisper in her mind. Can you hear me?

Yes, she mind-talked back to him. That's amazing!

"Yes, it is," Silas spoke aloud to her. "You're mine! That proves it. Don't forget it," he commanded and, with no warning, he pulled back and began pounding into Kenzie's ass. Kenzie gripped the comforter to keep from sliding forward and took all he had to give her, loving every deep, pounding thrust into her ass. "That's it, baby, take it all. Take all of my big cock up your soft little ass," he told her as, moaning, Kenzie bent over farther to take his cock deeper.

As he drove his cock into her, Silas began to slap her ass with each thrust. Kenzie cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back against him. "Yes, Silas, fuck my ass. Spank me. I can't get enough of you. Fuck me harder, I love it." Kenzie was nearly sobbing with the pleasure of having her ass reamed by his huge cock.

"You listen to me Kenzie," Silas ordered, slowing his thrusting to the timing of his words. "You," thrust, "will never," thrust, "doubt," thrust, "for a second," thrust, "your beauty." He stopped altogether. Kenzie cried out in protest. "Do you understand me McKenzie?"

"Yes, Silas. Yes, I'm sorry. I won't doubt it again, I promise. Please just don't stop!"

Without hesitation, Silas began thrusting deep and hard into her ass again. Kenzie cried out in pleasure. 

"Good girl. Open your ass up to me, take it all, baby." Silas reached around her body and began to rub her clit. Kenzie was going crazy now, thrusting her ass back against his cock and her cunt forward against his hand. She was letting out little grunts with each punishing thrust into her ass, loving every one. Anchoring her to his body with the hand on her cunt, Silas reached his other hand into the hair at the nape of her neck to lift her upright onto his cock. Jerking her head back, he sank his fangs deep into her throat, never slowing his hard thrusts into her ass. 

Sucking her warm blood into his mouth while fucking her deep in her ass, Silas kept up his attention to her little clit, alternating rubbing with pinching. It only took moments before Kenzie let out a guttural scream and came, her cunt seizing around the fingers he thrust into her the moment she began to come.

Seconds later, Silas stiffened and, with a shout of his own, he poured his seed deep in Kenzie's ass. She continued to thrust back against him for several moments, milking all the cum from his cock she could, before collapsing in a boneless heap on the bed. Silas came down next to her, wrapping her in his arms and claiming her mouth in a slow, intimate kiss.

"You're mine, now. No going back, McKenzie. I'm going to turn you as soon as I get you home."

She looked up into his eyes. "Good. I don't want to go back. I'm yours."

====================

A long while later, after cleaning up, they left the bedroom and re-entered the party, which was still in full swing.

"Are there any other vampires here?" Kenzie asked Silas.

He laughed. "Of course."

"How many?"

"Everyone here is either a vampire or a familiar."

"Wow. So I was the only ignorant one here? They must think I was pretty stupid."

"Hush. Everyone here loves you. Can't you tell? You've known most of these people for years. They're your family. They are all going to be thrilled with you as their queen."

She turned to him. "Wait a second. Bear and Lola?"

"Of course. I turned Bear a couple hundred years ago. Found him dying on a battlefield in Scotland before I came to the States, the kilt is no joke by the way, and he's been my subject ever since. He turned Lola around 50 years ago. They are like family to me too."

Kenzie looked up into Silas's pale blue eyes. "I think I love you," she told him.

"Good, because I already know I love you," he informed her, leaning down to kiss her, taking his time to do a thorough job with teeth and tongue.

When he lifted his head, a round of applause went out, and Kenzie realized it was for them. She blushed, understanding that they were paying homage to her as their new queen. Looking around, she spotted Bear and Lola, arms wrapped around each other. When they smiled at her, she saw their fangs gleaming white in the bright light of the room. 

Kenzie smiled. Trick or treat, indeed!



Give Me All Your Love - or I Will...



His name is Marley, though he ain't no way related to that famous reggae family. I've been in love with his lousy ass for a long time, though he don't ever know it. So many times I've watched his ass stroll past me along the neighbourhood streets, with skank hoe in his arm, barely glancing my way. How jealous it always made me feel to think that a girl like myself could never have a fine looking man as him. I took my time studying his movements: his favourite hangouts, friends and most especially his type of women. It seems he always likes them with long shoulder-length hair; mine is short and kinky.

How I so much wanted to worship the ground on which he walked on; feel him wrap his arms all over me as he would his other women, and giggle when he whispers into my ear. For him, I would walk forty nights in the desert. So many nights I've laid in bed daydreaming about him -- making hot love to him. Always his face was the last thing I saw before my eyes went to sleep. You may take me unserious but there's nothing I wouldn't do for him, if only he would one day stop to glance at my way.

That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands: if he wasn't going to make himself notice me, then I just as well was going to make absolutely sure that he did.

I sold off a couple of my gold earrings and a fancy necklace and went to cop myself a .38 pistol from some juvie gangbanger who lived down the block from where I was. That same day, I drove over to Marley's place. It was a little past four in the evening. I knew his black ass would be at home -- he usually don't step out for his evening cruise until about six. I'd done my homework well on him. I also knew that chances are that he wouldn't be alone, which was why I figured the gun would come in handy to make sure that he and I were ... undisturbed.

I made my way up the stairs till I arrived at his apartment door on the third floor of the building where he lived. I knocked and waited for someone to come and answer, taking the gun out of my waist and cocking back the hammer. I could hear music and laughing voices from behind the door -- it sounded like a party was going on in there. One more time I banged my fist on the door, harder this time, and then heard what sounded like approaching footsteps. There came the sound of the lock fumbling as the door then came open and a blonde bitch wearing a bathrobe stuck her face through the opening at me.

"Can I help you?" she said to me, like I was here to drop off the morning paper or something. 

"Yes, I believe you can," I sneered at the same time pushed her ass back into the room, pulling the gun out while I did. I aimed it at her pretty forehead and with the back of my feet kicked the door close. All of a sudden, she looked like a scared mouse, the way she looked frightened at me.

"Please ... please ... whatever it is you want ... ju ... just don't hurt me."

"I ain't here for your stupid behind, girl. Where's Marley at?" 

"He's ... he's in the bedroom ..." she said, cocking a thumb over her shoulder. "Round the back."

"Good. Now, take me to him." I turned her around in the passageway and with me behind her, went further into the apartment. 

As it turned out, the hoe wasn't the only blonde in the crib with Marley. He was busy fucking another one in the bedroom when the one with the bathrobe and I interrupted him. I went and killed the volume of the rap music coming off his stereo speakers before turning to face them. He too turned scared when I aimed the gun at his head, but he was being brave about it.

"What's the bloody meaning of this, woman," he yelled at me, both hands raised above his head, standing there naked as the day he was born with his lil' black din-ga-lin' wagging between his legs, while the two blondes cringed together at a corner. 

"You and I have got business to take care of, Marley," I said to him, and then turned my sight at the girls. "But first, I want these two bitches to get dressed and clear on outta here before I lose my mind and start getting nasty with this hot rod in my hand."

Marley didn't need to say the words - the girls picked up their clothes and rushed past me into the living room. I allowed them to leave before turning to face who I'd come for. I told Marley to sit on the bed while I stood over him, my gun still aimed at his head.

"All right Marley, now you and I are going to talk fine. You see, I've been watching you around this neighbourhood for s long, and you've never once taken a second to glance at me. But it's all right, it's just fine with me, now that I'm here with you."

"Woman, what the hell you chattering about?" he said, pretending to act unconcerned about my presence.

"What I'm chattering about is this: I needs me both a boyfriend and a lover, and I want you to be it." 

He snorted. "Woman, you crazy. You better take that gun of yours and run on outta here before you hurt somebody with it."

"Ain't no choice in the matter, Marley. You either take it, or I'm gonna blow a hole through that fancy black dick of yours right now. See if I care." Just to stress my point, I brought my gun hand down till it was touching his now limp member, bringing the cold steel in contact with his skin. Marley jumped at it; the way he looked at me no doubt told him that I wasn't joking.

"Come on, woman. You don't ... you don't need to do this. This stuff you're doing ain't rational."

"What's your answer going to be, Marley?" my voice turned cold at him. "You going to give me all your love from right here, right now, or you want me to blow your sorry ass off this planet?"

I watched as sweat popped all over his face. "Woman ... lady, come on now ... this thing you're doing -- it ain't right."

"I'm going to start counting to three. Either you give me a good answer right now, or your dick is going bye, bye. One ... two ..."

"Lady ... come on, baby, please don't do th --"

"Three!"

"Okay, okay, ALL RIGHT!" he yelled at me, once again holding his hands up high. "You win, woman. Damn!"

"See Marley, knew your ass was good enough to see things my way." I smiled at him and with my other hand started unbuckling the belt around the waist of my skirt. He sat there unmoving, a dazed expression on his face while he watched as I pulled first my skirt, and then my panties to my feet. I unbuttoned shirt as well till I soon stood there naked just like him, except for my bra still cupping my breasts.

"What are you doing, woman?" he asked.

"What I want you to do -- to pleasure me the same way you're pleasuring those other dumb blonde bitches before I came. And you best do a good job, too. Now lean closer."

He brought his head forward and placed his lips between my legs. He held my ass cheeks with his hands and within no time he was digging expertly into his work, while I stood there moaning for him not to stop. It wasn't long before the gun fell off my hand and landed beside my feet -- a good thing there weren't any bullets in it, don't you think? 



Give Me All You've Got



Beep. Beep. Beep. Tap tap. Ding. 

Those were the sounds Julia was ever so familiar with. She had been working at the local grocery store for 6 months, and could ring up a customer blindfolded. It was a usual closing shift for Julia: cashier, clean bathrooms, fill the soda coolers, and mop the floors. She had completed all but one of her tasks, when the sudden wave of customers kept her from filling the soda coolers. 

She managed to get through her line, and was on the last customer. Beep beep beep beep. The last customer only had four items.

"Thank God," thought Julia, "I can finally finish the sodas, and get the hell out of here." 

She had been in the middle of fantasizing an extremely hot encounter in the woods with the lead singer of her favorite band, when she realized she had to be at work in 15 minutes, and her pussy was aching for her to finish what she started. She looked up to tell the customer his total, and noticed that he was staring at her chest. She was used to men looking at her that way, since most of her customers were either dirty old men or horny teenage boys, but this guy....he wasn't just mentally undressing her. His frighteningly intelligent blue eyes had a malicious gleam that scared her. 

"Your total comes out to $11.37." The tall, lazily dressed man didn't move. Didn't even acknowledge the fact that she had said anything. She couldn't understand why he was looking at her in such a way. She hadn't even thought about what she was wearing, having thrown on a pair of loose black pants and a blouse that she had found on the floor in her hurry to get to work, but she was suddenly feeling very vulnerable, like he was looking right through her. 

"Sir?" Still nothing. She went to wave a hand across his face when his hand flashed with incredible speed from his side, and grabbed her wrist in an icy clamp. 

"I heard you the first time." His voice was even more frightening than his eyes. It was low, gravelly, and angry. And his hand! Its icy hold on her sent shivers through her body. Who could be this cold?

"S...sorry sir. I thought maybe you had zoned out." His eyes had moved up to meet hers and she felt trapped, unable to move. He let go of her wrist, reached into his pocket, and produced a $20 bill, however his eyes never left hers. Julia, her hands shaking, took the bill. Tap tap. Ding. Her drawer opened. 

"$8.63 is your change and here is your receipt." 

"How old are you?" asked the man. 

"I'm, uh, nineteen sir," She stammered. 

"Very good." As the man turned to leave, he growled, "Throw out the receipt." Julia did as she was told, and stood there stunned, as the man left through the sliding door at the end of her register. 

"What was that?" she thought to herself. "There was something not right about him. Maybe he was on something." Suddenly, she was startled out of her trance by her manager over the PA system.

"Julia, line one please." The red light under the number one button flashed on her PA phone. She pushed her long, fiery red hair behind her ear, and gingerly pressed the button over the flashing light, trying to sound calm. 

"Hey Angela, what's up?" Julia's manager was only a few years older than she was, maybe 21. Julia had always been jealous of Angela's long dark hair, and how it never seemed to get messed up. It was always perfectly pinned back. 

"How much do you have left to do?" 

" Just the sodas." Julia could hear how shaky her voice was, and hoped that Angela couldn't.

"Are you ok?" Too late. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," replied Julia. "I just had a bad customer come in." 

"Ok..." Angela moved on, "...Just make sure you have it done by 10:00, so I can lock up and get going. I have a party to go to after this." There was a click as Angela hung up the PA phone. 

Quickly, Julia left her register, checked out the Pepsi cooler, and then trotted to the storage room behind register one. She grabbed a tray of diet Pepsi, walked back over to the cooler, and filled the empty slots. She did this for another half hour and managed to fill the Pepsi cooler, the Coca Cola cooler, and half of the water cooler. She ran back to the storage room, thinking only about the huge pink dildo she had a hot date with when she got home. When she got to the water, Julia saw that the tray she needed was at the bottom of a rather tall stack. 

"Damn," she breathed aloud. "This is going to make me late for my date." She proceeded to lift off the top tray and start a new stack off to the side. "This would be so much easier if I wasn't so damn horny." With every passing moment, her need to come became greater and greater, to the point that she thought she would pass out if she didn't do something about it. 

"Well, Angela probably locked the doors by now, so I guess I don't have to worry about customers walking in." With that, she poked her head out the doorway, surveying the store. Just as she had guessed, the doors were locked, and no customers were in sight. 

Julia made her way to the stairwell leading to the employee bathroom, making the most of the peace and quiet that had been granted to her. She sat a few stairs up, taking advantage of the tall stacks of trays in case Angela walked in. As soon as she had positioned herself to her liking, she undid the button and zip on her pants and her nimble fingers made a beeline for her tender clit, rubbing over it furiously to relieve herself of the aching that had so bothered her all day. As her right hand was working away at her clit, her left hand began to massage her breasts, a highly underrated activity in her opinion. She pulled and pinched her nipples, making them hard little nubs of pleasure. As she felt her climax rising, she began to alternate rubbing her clit, and diving into her pussy, intensifying the pleasure and securing an imminent orgasm. Her fingers increased their speed, and her climax kept building until she thought she would burst. Finally the overpowering explosion of her orgasm shot through her body. 

Julia had always thought herself lucky in that she wasn't messy. This made doing up her zipper and button when she was done quick and easy. Having gotten the satisfaction she had needed, Julia got right back to work, still horny from the memories of her earlier fantasy. Two trays away from the one she needed, the PA system chimed up again, except this time, something sounded wrong. 

"Julia to the o..o...uunnnnn...office, please." Was that a moan? Could Angela have been partaking of a similar activity Julia had just finished? Curious about the odd page, Julia made her way quickly to the back of the store, going through the plastic double doors, past the compactor, finally stopping in front of the office door. Gently, Julia put her ear to the door, listening for moans of pleasure, but none were to be heard. 

Knock knock knock. The door opened, and what Julia saw glued her to the spot. Angela was leaned forward across the office chair, hands tied to the feet of the chair with rope, and her mouth covered with duct tape. Her naked body was pale, almost transparent. She had little bite marks on her left shoulder blade, her throat, and her inner thigh. She seemed to be unconscious. However, this scene was not what had Julia frozen. What scared her was the fact that Angela seemed to be the only person in the room, even though her bindings suggested otherwise. Before she had a chance to say anything, her last customer sauntered out from behind the open door, but this time he was dressed in a Victorian style suit and vest instead of his hobo-esque garb from before. His jet black hair, which had been short, dirty, and stuffed into a shredded beanie was now uncovered, and hanging down to his waist. 

"Thank you for joining us, Julia," This time his voice was smooth and sexy. 

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Julia asked. 

"I'm sorry about how rude I was earlier, but until I was sure what I wanted, I had to hide my intentions," the man replied. "My name is Jonathan Spectre. I am not from your time, as I'm sure you can see."

"No shit, Sherlock," Julia spat back. She was terrified, but there was no way she was going to let this joker know that. 

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what is it you came for?" Julia was expecting him to ask her to open the safe or the registers, but what he said could have been taken any way. 

"Give me everything you have." 

"What? The cash? Sure." Julia turned to head back to the registers, when suddenly she felt an icy pressure holding her back.

"That's not what I meant. I have no interest in material things." 

Now Julia was no longer afraid of hiding her fear. She tried to break free of his grip, but he was far stronger than she had anticipated. As soon as she started to struggle, Jonathan spun her around, and pulled her close to him. Being that close to his frigid skin made Julia shiver uncontrollably. His other hand now closed around her throat, and tilted her head away from him. 

He leaned in and took a deep inhale of her smell. It was perfect. Much richer than her managers had been, and there was something about it that made him want to sink his fangs in right then and there. It took all of his discipline to let her move away from him, however, his long fingers were coiled tightly around her wrist. Jonathan took a second to compose himself, and then decided on a plan of action.

"Let's have some fun shall we?" In a split second he had moved back in on her, and pulled her right up to him. "Now, if you behave, this will only hurt for a moment, and then the fun will begin." 

"What the hell are you doing? You sick fuck!" Julia was no longer shaking from the cold, but from fear and fury. 

"Please, calm down. I'm sure you've figured out that I'm not what you would call human. I suppose that I should be totally honest with you. I am indeed a vampire. I do plan to drink you until you are nearly dead. Now, if you behave, I might give you a second chance at life. If not, you will end up like poor Angela."

"She's dead?" Julia couldn't believe it. Angela had only paged her maybe thirty seconds before she had arrived. Her head began to reel with the thought that she would either leave here a vampire, or not at all. She began to feel dizzy and a little nauseated. 

"So. What will it be?" Julia didn't reply. It was all she could do to just stand there, trying not to faint from the dizziness. "I can see that you are taking this a little hard, so I'm going to make it easier on you." With that he leaned in, and pressed his fangs just under her skin, releasing a poison that acted as a neurostimulant to humans. Shortly after the sting of his fangs subsided, Julia's dizziness and nausea began to fade, slowly being replaced with wave after wave of euphoria. 

Jonathan removed his fangs from her skin, stepped back, and let the stimulant do its work. Each wave that passed through Julia was stronger than the last. It wasn't long before Julia felt like dancing. She couldn't figure out why she was so happy. All she knew was that the troubles of the world had just fallen away, including the recent death of her manager, leaving her with only ecstasy and joy. 

"Come here, love," cooed Jonathan. Julia floated over to him on a cloud, and stared up into his brilliant blue eyes. Those eyes that had so scared her earlier were now inviting her in. 

In a rush of lust, Julia wrapped her arms around Jonathan's neck, and began kissing him like he was the man of her dreams, forgetting about her manager completely. His skin, which had chilled her to the bone earlier, was soft and warm. The lust that had just overwhelmed her continued to pulse through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips on his, making her wet down below. 

Jonathan, proud of his work, walked over to the table in the little break corner behind the office, and laid Julia down on it. Julia moaned with pleasure as his genitals continued to push and rub on her sensitive mound, which prompted Jonathan to continue his exploration. 

Pulling his lips away from Julia's, he began to kiss down her throat, the urge to drain her still echoing in his mind. He continued down, unbuttoning her shirt as he went. Unable to stand it any longer, Julia pulled off her unattractive blouse and started to undo her bra. Jonathan, not wanting her to have much control in the situation, grabbed her wrists, took the rope he had leftover from Angela. He bound Julia's hands together using one end, and tied the other end to the leg of the table. If she had too much control, then she would not be willing to turn once he had satisfied her. 

To slightly neutralize the effect of the poison, Jonathan punched his fangs into Julia's throat and drank from her deeply. She tasted richer than her smell had let on, and he began to feel intoxicated from it. Julia gave out a small yelp, as his fangs stung her skin. When he was convinced that she would be more submissive, he pulled out of her throat and continued his earlier expedition, kissing down from her throat and stopping at her still covered breasts. He pulled the cup of her bra down, and began teasing her nipple, provoking more moans from Julia. His skilled tongue flicked and flashed over it, making it harder than it had ever been before. Julia began bucking her hips from the pleasure it all was bringing her. Fed up of her bra, Jonathan pulled out his knife and cut it where the cups attach to each other, letting Julia's supple breasts fall into their natural place. They weren't the balloons that Angela had, but she was still well off. 

Jonathan kept kissing down her body, undoing Julia's pants when he got there, but instead of taking the time to undo the zipper and the button, he just grabbed his knife and cut up the legs so that he could rip the pants away, revealing a black and red lace thong. 

The smell of her storage room orgasm was strong, and he had to have a taste of it. He ripped her panties away with one easy motion, and plunged his tongue onto her sopping wet vagina. Once again, the taste of her was much better and more intoxicating than her smell. Now moaning louder, Julia was writhing from the intense pleasure of his tongue flicking over her clit in just the right way, and then diving back into her pussy right before she came, drawing out the pleasure. 

"I can't take any more of this! Let me cum!" she cried. If this vampire didn't kill her, then surely not cumming soon would. Right when she felt sure she was going to die from the lashing her pussy was taking, Jonathan, with an animal growl, grabbed her head, and sank his fangs fully into her throat, draining her almost to her last drop. This didn't hurt like it did the last time though, this was a different, more intense pleasure than she had ever felt before. Her orgasm racked her body so hard that she saw fireworks when she closed her eyes. Moving quickly, Jonathan let Julia go and slit his own wrist with his knife. He held his dripping wound to Julia's mouth, but she wouldn't drink. 

"Julia, my love, drink and live! If you don't drink soon you will die...I can't let that happen. I want you to be mine for all eternity." Barely conscious, Julia tilted her head up to the wound and began to drink. His blood tasted sweet, and the warmth of it began to pulse through her. When she had had her fill, Jonathan pulled his still bleeding wrist away from her mouth, and started to concentrate on healing the wound. 

The warmth that pulsed through her slowly gave way to pain, each pulse more painful than the last. The fact that her hands were tied made this even more unbearable. Her head felt like it was about to explode! Her eyes were bulging, and the veins in her head were popping. She couldn't breath. She felt like she was drowning. This continued for 5 agonizing minutes, seeming like an eternity for Julia. 

"Don't worry my love," whispered Jonathan, "This is only your body dying. It will be over soon, and then you shall feel better than ever." 

As Jonathan had said, the throbbing pain that had her immobilized began to fade, like a tide moving out. Jonathan cut the rope holding her to the table, allowing Julia to sit up. She examined her perfect, marble-like skin, felt her newly sprouted fangs, astonished at this extreme transformation. Her senses were cosmically heightened. She could smell every individual thing around her like never before, some she wished she couldn't. In fact, she could hear the pulse of someone. She wondered how far away they were. 

"How do you feel, my sweet?"

"I don't know. Hungry?" Julia replied. 

" I have your first meal waiting for you in the office," Jonathan coaxed. 

"I thought Angela was dead," Julia was very confused. 

"I lied. I'm sorry love, but if you had known she was still alive, you might not have been as willing to cross over." Julia understood, but she couldn't help feeling an inkling of sadness. She had been a friend of Angela's. Not that they were close, but they had partied together before and had talked to each other outside of work.

"You may still have some lingering human emotions, but these are just echoes of your former self. They will fade with time." Trying her best to push the sadness out of her mind, she gracefully moved into the office. Seeing how pathetic and ugly Angela looked, leaned over the chair, Julia no longer felt guilty about ending her life. Hell, she was doing Angela a favor. Without another thought, Julia sank her fangs into Angela's throat, and drank all but one drop of her blood. 

"Have a nice after-life," Julia muttered, and left the body slumped over the chair. 

"I have a gift for you," said Jonathan, "I've been saving it for the woman I choose as my bride, and now I have found her." He had pulled a large white gift box out from the lockers normally used by the staff, and handed it over to Julia. She set the box on the table she had been changed on, and lifted the top of. Inside there was a beautiful blue satin gown from the same period as Jonathan's. She carefully pulled it on, letting Jonathan do the corset up in the back of the dress. 

"Absolutely stunning," Jonathan remarked. With his life now complete, he took his bride, and they left the store in a flash of black. 



Give me an A



"Mr. Davies?" The 19-year-old blonde called out hesitantly, pushing open the heavy, carved wooden door that had been standing slightly ajar. "Hello?"

The 5'4" freshman tugged self-consciously at her clothing, trying in vain to make her lime-green, pink and black plaid miniskirt a little longer and her black tank long enough to meet the waistband. The stubborn spandex/cotton blend slid right back up, baring her bellybutton and tanned midriff. 

Raised by smothering, conservative parents, Tenna felt strange being around older adults while dressed so skimpily. Her first taste of freedom had nearly overwhelmed her, and clothes were the only thing she had gained the courage to change since moving 800 miles from home just over 2 months ago to start her first college semester. She hadn't gained enough confidence to feel completely comfortable in them around others, though.

Mr. Davies, her Ancient Histories professor, did nothing to calm that anxiety. The 6'2", muscle-bound, ex-archeologist looked at least 15 years younger than his 42 years. His shaggy brown hair brushed the collars of his button up shirts, of which the top couple of buttons were always undone to show a hint of dark chest hair. He seemed the most comfortable in worn jeans and with his sleeves rolled up to expose the lower half of his bulging biceps. Most of the girls at the university failed his class because they spent the majority of their time creating sexual fantasies while staring at his permanently suntanned skin and perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. 

Failing was Tenna's reason for her Friday afternoon visit to the professor. The Ancient Histories class required a research project in order to receive a passing grade. Final draft was due by 7am Monday morning and she still had no clue what to write the 20 page paper about. She had already missed the first draft grading and now the best grade she could receive was a B, leaving her barely passing the class with a C. Her hope was that she could not only get an idea from Mr. Davies on a subject, but maybe convince him to give her another chance and a better grade.

An early developer in high school, Tenna's 36-26-38 body and F cup breasts had often helped her out in classes with male teachers. She never tried to seduce them on purpose, in fact, she wouldn't know how, but she had quickly learned that twirling her hair around a finger, moistening her lips slowly and pushing out her chest while discussing her grades with her male teachers sometimes helped bump her GPA a few fractions of a point. 

"Hello? Mr. Davies?" she called again, moving further into the room, the door swinging shut behind her. 

The professor's desk was at the back of the dimly lit room, behind several bookcases arranged in a maze-like formation. She wondered if he liked it that way because of being an archeologist. 

Rounding the last bookcase, she saw a head bent over a book on the desk, dark, wavy hair shining in the light from the hanging fixture just above him. 

"Mr. Davies?" she asked a third time, stepping forward hesitantly. 

The head started and raised, brown eyes sweeping over her body in casual appraisal. 

He cleared his throat, his deep voice slightly husky as he spoke, "Ah! Miss Vance! What can I do for you?" His eyes scanned her skimpy attire again, pausing at the mounds of her breasts threatening to spill out the low scoop of her tank before going back to her face.

"Um, I was wondering, about the research project?" She tugged at her shirt hem again, unaware that each tug made the plunging neckline dip, nearly exposing her nipples to the suddenly hot gaze of her professor. 

Mr. Davies clicked his tongue. "Seems to be a little late to be asking about the project, Miss Vance. Final draft is due on Monday."

The coed wrapped her arms around her stomach, unconsciously pushing her breasts into even more impressive cleavage. "I know. I just...I couldn't find a topic, and then before I knew it the first draft deadline was past and I still didn't have it. And, I...I really need to pass this class! I can't let my GPA fall too much or I'll lose my scholarships and I'll have to move home and I really just...I can't do that! Please, Mr. Davies! I need an idea and I'd really like a chance for a better grade. I'll do anything!"

She paused, slightly flushed from her sudden outburst, her chest rising and falling from heightened emotion as she begged the professor for help, hands clasped in front of her in silent plea.

Tapping his pen against his full lips, the older man leaned back, left hand falling to his leg. "I just don't know that it would be fair to give you special treatment, Miss Vance. The rules are in place for a reason and I set deadlines so that I can have time to grade things as they deserve and not be rushed."

"Oh, please, Mr. Davies. I need this to be a good grade! I'll seriously do anything! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it!" She could feel tears brimming. 

He regarded her in silence for a long moment, the pen lightly tapping first his bottom lip, then his top, back and forth. Finally, setting his pen down, the professor scooted back and patted the desk in front of him. "Come over here." 

Sniffling back tears, she rounded his desk and stood in front of him.

"No. Up." His large, warm hands circled her bare waist and lifted her onto the hard wood of his oak desk. "Now," He scooted back forward, so her legs dangled between his spread thighs, his hands resting on either side of her rounded hips in front of him. "Tell me why it's so important that you get a good grade and keep your scholarships."

At the touch of his warm hands on her bare skin, Tenna felt little electric shocks travel throughout her body. This close to him she could smell his cologne. The spicy smell intoxicated her senses, clouding her brain to rational thought. The ease with which he had picked up her 130lb body and placed her on his desk made her feel wet and tingly between her legs. She had only felt that way once before after prom, when Darren Jacobs, the boy her parents had allowed to take her to the dance, had kissed her on the mouth and tried to feel her boob. The door had burst open before he could get in more than a soft caress and her dad had angrily sent him off home. Darren, with his scrawny, 5'8" frame and timid manners, wouldn't have been able to lift her with such little effort, if at all. 

Glancing at Mr. Davies shyly, then darting her gaze away, she tried to explain the importance of this grade, forcing her brain to function through her sudden arousal. "I have scholarships to go to school here, which is the only reason my parents let me move so far away. They wanted me to stay home and go to school there, so I could continue to live with them." Her hands twisted in her lap, fingers twining together. "They're very...protective. I wasn't allowed to date or really even go out with coed groups. They were always afraid some boy would corrupt me or something. I had to get away, so I applied everywhere I could and got scholarships here. I have to maintain a 3.3 GPA, though, or I could lose my scholarships and have to go home. I don't want to go home." Her lower lip peaked out in a pout as she ducked her head. "I like my freedom here."

Mr. Davies slipped his finger under her chin, lifting her eyes up to meet his. "Well, can't have you unhappy, Tenna." His thumb slid along her jawline as he used her first name, sending heat skittering across her face. His voice took on a husky tone. "I like seeing you in my class." 

Tenna ducked her head again, around his finger, blushing. "I like seeing you in class too, Mr. Davies. That's why I'll do anything to get a good grade and stay here."

"Hmmm," His hands slid to her knees, his thumbs rubbing along the hem of her skirt, moving over silky, freshly-shaved skin until his palms covered the joints where they dipped over the side of his heavy desk. He applied gentle pressure, slowly parting her legs and sliding her skirt closer to her waist.

"What are you doing!" she gasped in surprise, grabbing for her skirt to push it down. As much as she was attracted to him, she hadn't expected him to touch her like this.

"Ah, ah!" His large left hand caught her wrist and held it behind her, bringing the other to join it and holding them together behind her back. "I thought you would do anything, Tenna." He paused, his dark eyes assessing her as he held her arms, his right hand resting on her upper left thigh, waiting for her reaction. 

She squirmed, the warmth of a man's hand with his long, strong fingers sitting on her bare skin sending shock waves to her core and hardening her nipples into points. Feeling him hold her hands immobile unexpectedly added to the pleasure. Knowing he was taking charge made her feel more free, as though she was less responsible for what happened next. She glanced at him, feeling his eyes bore into her. It seemed he could see inside to where she hesitated, her parents' conditioning to stay pure still strong. 

Mr. Davies stood, his body looming over her tiny one, still holding her arms firmly, but his right hand sliding further up her skirt to skim the lace edge of her white cotton panties. 

"Seems like I have to make the decision for you, Tenna," he whispered hotly into her ear, his breath tickling at the wisps of hair slipping out of her ponytail. He slid a finger under the elastic leg, making her jump and her breath catch roughly. He pulled his body back, letting go of her wrists to force her face up to his. "Are you a virgin, sweetheart?"

Tenna nodded, blushing as she turned her head away. His hand stilled beneath her skirt. 

"Oh, fuck, baby girl." 

She glanced up, embarrassed, in time to see him grin possessively. He tipped her chin up again. 

"Have you ever done anything with a boy?" 

Her slow head shake made his grin grow.

"Oh, baby, you're in for a treat." His kiss was quick, hard, dominant. "I'm going to ruin you!" he whispered, breath hot and moist into her ear. 

She had barely a second to register his promise before the zipper was down on her skirt and he had slipped it from under her ass and down her legs to lie in a puddle on the floor. Her top quickly joined it, followed by her white lace demi bra. 

"Ahhhhhhh," he hissed, hands slowly coming up to cup her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her rock hard nipples. 

The first touch of his hands on her nude breasts and sensitive tips made her gasp and arch up, inadvertently thrusting them closer to him. He moved closer, head lowering until his hot, wet mouth enveloped the tip of her right boob. A slight moan escaped her and he sucked, his hands lifting the heavy weight of her tits up to his mouth as he suctioned hard at the tender nub of flesh. She whimpered, her hand weaving into his thick, silky hair and pulling his head tighter to her chest. 

"Ohhhh, Mr. Davies!" she mewled, pleasurable shudders winding through her body from his mouth, down through her stomach, to between her legs. 

Her professor pulled back, nipping at the tight bud as it left his mouth. "Alec," he instructed, his voice low and strained as he switched to her other breast, his mouth somehow hotter on the second one. 

"Alec," she breathed, as his body moved closer, pressing against her knees until she opened her legs and let him step between them. She could feel a hot, throbbing bulge against her thigh as he sucked on her tits, his tongue rough as he laved her tight buds and then pulled them deep into his hot mouth in a wet rhythm that stole her breath. 

His hands moved away as he pleasured her breasts with his lips and tongue, caressing the soft skin of her back in slow, erotic circles, moving lower to cup the twin globes of her ass, lightly massaging, pulling her closer to his body until the bulge she had felt on her thigh pressed against her panties. The heat and throb of his cock made her gush, soaking the thin cotton sheath covering her slit. 

The pulling sensation of his mouth on her nipples felt like it had a direct line to that spot between her legs. She whimpered, trying to close her legs around his body and only succeeded in pulling him closer, the pulsing bump he touted simply pushing nearer, rubbing against that oh so sensitive spot. She moaned again and received an answering groan coupled with a nip against her tender nipple. 

"You're driving me crazy, Tenna, my little slut." His husky voice and use of the name she felt as though she should take offense to slid over her body like electrified honey, her eyes catching his, dark with lust, as her body spasmed in unnamed pleasure. He chuckled low in his throat. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" His hands gripped her hips and pulled her groan tight to his. "You like to be called a slut, don't you, baby?"

Tenna felt mute, her body given over to the sensation of his hands on her, his hot, hard body pressed against her sensitive, soft, wet one. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she tried to speak. 

"Yes," her voice came out as a whisper. "I shouldn't, but...I do." She dropped her eyes, embarrassed.

"No!" Alec's voice was firm as he used his hand to bring her face back up to his. "Revel in it, Tenna. You are MY slut. Mine. You're not a whore, sleeping around with anyone who wants you." He leaned forward, his full lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue invading, filling. She smelled cinnamon and musk as he possessed her mouth with his. His scent had changed as he became more aroused. The spicy cologne now tinged with the smell of horny man. He pulled away, bringing her to meet his eyes again. "Baby, this," his hand landed firm on her crotch, middle finger sliding along the wet slit hiding behind the cotton of her saturated panties. "This is all mine." He kissed her again, mouth hard. "Be proud to be my slut, sweetheart."

Tenna felt a thrill at his words. His. She had always thought sluts were girls who had no control, who slept with anyone and anything that moved. It made her feel dirty that the label was a turn-on. This was different, though. She felt treasured as Alec's slut, like it was something to be proud of that he wanted her and she wanted to please him. She smiled shyly and Alec grinned.

"That's my girl!" he kissed her again, then stepped back. "Now...seems I'm a little over dressed!" He unbuttoned his dark blue shirt and let it fall, her mouth going dry as he exposed his chiseled stomach and chest, dark hair curling across the broad expanse and circling the dusky forms of his nipples. She knew he must work out daily to maintain a body that hard and conditioned. A dark trail led from his stomach down past his waistband. She watched with wide eyes as he snapped open his jeans and slid down the zipper, letting them hang loosely on his hips. She could tell he wasn't wearing underwear and she swallowed audibly as she waited for her first look at a real, live cock. Instead, he stopped disrobing and moved toward her again. 

"I think you should get naked first," He slid his fingers into each side of the band on her panties, pulling gently, but firmly. She lifted up slightly and slowly they descended down the length of her legs, leaving her nude on her teacher's desk. She moved to cover herself, suddenly self-conscious, but he caught her hands again, moving them to rest on her thighs. 

"Oh, no, my beautiful slut. Let me look at you." He pulled his chair up and sat, lowering the seat slightly until his head was level with her knees, which he parted gently to expose her naked pussy. She had recently trimmed the hair to a barely there fuzz, still working up the courage to completely strip it away. She gasped at the first touch of air on her wet flesh as he leaned in and breathed deeply. "Mmmmm, Tenna. Your pussy smells divine, baby." His tongue flicked out and tasted.

"Oh!" She gasped, trying to scoot away and failing as his hands clamped down. "What are you doing? That's my...my..."

"Your what, slut?" His voice had darkened.

"My..." 

"Your pussy?" His tongue swept the length of her slit. "Your clit?" He flicked against the hard, sensitive bud at the top. "Your cunt?" His finger pressed inside, swirling through the liquid honey gushing from between her legs. 

"I..." Tenna's head fell back, pleasure flooding through her as his long, thick finger pressed deeper. 

"Say it, Tenna," His finger paused. 

"I...my...it's my pussy." She colored, whispering the word.

Alec pressed his thumb against her sensitive bud. 

"And this?"

"My...my clit."

"And whose are they?" He sucked her clit into his mouth and circled it with the tip of his tongue, imitating what he had done with her nipples. 

"Uh, yours?" She moaned softly.

"Is that a question?"

She shook her head. "No! Yours. They're yours." her voice was still a husky whisper. 

"Damn right." His finger moved slowly, just at the entrance to her opening. "Now, baby, I want you to ask for it."

Tenna raised her head, puzzled.

"Ask for what, Mr. Davies?"

"Alec," he corrected. "Say it after me: 'Alec, please eat my pussy and suck on my clit and make me cum.'"

She blushed furiously. "I..."

"'Alec, please eat my pussy and suck on my clit and make me cum.'"

Her voice was barely audible as she repeated his words. "Alec...please...um...please eat my pussy and make me cum."

"Louder." His thumbnail flicked up against her clit, making her jump. 

"Oh! I... Alec, please eat my pussy and make me cum."

"Ah, ah! Not quite." He lightly ran his tongue up and down, his finger starting to withdraw from inside her.

"Alec!" her voice was almost a squeal as her hips arched up to follow the retreat of his hand. "Please....please eat my pussy and...suck...suck on my clit and, please, Alec, make me cum!"

His grin was instantaneous. "Better!" His finger slid in again, moving in swirling circles as his open mouth engulfed her pussy, his tongue flicking and stabbing in all the right places as she writhed on his desk, his other hand splayed across her stomach to try and hold her still. He gently nibbled on her clit and then sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flat as he ran it over the tip, back and forth. 

"Ooooohhhhhh, Alec!" Her moans and whimpers grew louder as she felt a wonderful kind of pressure building where he stroked and licked her wet pussy. Her stomach muscles tensed in anticipation. 

"Mmmmm," his mouth vibrated against her clit. "That's it, Tenna, my little slut. That's it. Cum for me, baby! Mmmm, you taste like coconut, sweetheart. Coconut and vanilla."

He added a second finger to the first, still only sliding in a couple of inches, the added digit stretching her tight opening deliciously as he drank up her juices. His tongue moved faster around her clit, drawing patterns as the bud hardened further. Tenna felt the pleasure building, spiraling through her body. Alec reached up and pinched a nipple between his fingers, squeezing down as he sucked her clit between his lips, tongue whipping across the nub. Somehow the stab of pain through the tender bud sent bolts of pleasure shooting down to where his mouth hummed and suckled. She arched up, his arms compressing in to keep her still as he sucked harder on her clit and her body shattered, shocks of pleasure ripping through every limb, her pussy clamping down on his fingers as she gushed into his mouth. 

He softened his sucks, tongue slipping out to lap up the cream from her orgasm, his fingers receding from her wet slit.

"Good girl," he purred, sending a satisfied wave of emotion through her at his approval.

She watched, dreamy and relaxed on the desk, as he stepped back and pushed his jeans down, stepping out of the denim and kicking it aside. His dick jutted up toward his flat stomach, released of its confinement. Suddenly startled, she sat up, eyes wide. 

To this point, she'd only seen penises in books or health class, and once when a friend's brother had been watching porn with his door open and they'd walked past, but his room had been dark and his hand had covered most of his equipment. 




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"That won't fit!" she gasped in shock, starting to scoot off the desk.

Alec gripped his hard-on firmly at the base, his large hand barely covering half of his cock. "Yes, it will. Don't be scared, baby. You'll love it." He pushed her gently back. "Here." He drew her hand down to touch him. "Feel it, sweetheart."

She wrapped her fingers around the pulsing heat of his cock. Her fingers couldn't quite meet her thumb on the other side. She stroked softly, marveling at how soft his skin felt to the touch, and yet there was a hard rod of steel under the velvet. A drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of his red, swollen dick and she ran her thumb across it, causing him to gasp and then moan. Glancing at his face, she saw his jaw clenched, his eyes half closed. 

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, still stroking up and down in long, slow motions. 

He nodded tightly, then put his hand over hers. "That feels really good, baby girl, and next time I'll let you play with it all you want and suck on it like a nice, big lollipop until I squirt all my cream down your throat. Right now, though, I want to spread those tight legs and slide this thick cock up inside that nice, hot, juicy pussy and fuck you until you can't think of anything but this hard rod pounding your sweet, slut cunt."

Tenna froze, his words sweeping through her body until they centered on her clit. She felt the tiny bundle of nerves throb and spasm as he told her just what he wanted from her body. When he pushed firmly on her shoulders, she let him lay her back and pull her until her pussy was at the edge of the desk. He fisted his cock and rubbed the tip against her slit, sliding it up against her clit, then down across her hole, back and forth, teasing her. The height of the desk was perfect to line him up to her eager, wet pussy. Each slide across her clit made her gasp, then as she heated, tiny whimpers escaped each time he bumped against her. When her hips unconsciously lifted to meet his cock's next slide, he chuckled. 

"Hmm, there's my horny little slut. You want this cock?" he slid just the tip into her hole. 

She nodded. 

"Tell me, Tenna."

"I want it." Her voice was soft.

"Now, now," he thrust lightly against her clit with the wide, spongy head. "You know better. Tell me."

"I..." She cleared her throat. "I...want your cock."

"What do you want me to do with it?"

"I want you to fuck me." Her face turned red. She didn't use that word very often, but she knew what it meant and she really did want his cock inside her pussy. She didn't want to be a virgin anymore. Not when it felt this good to do the things that made her his slut.

Alec leaned over her, brushing his lips across her forehead, then her ear. "What do you want me to fuck you with, Tenna? Where do you want me to stick this hot, hard cock, baby?" His voice hissed hot into her ear.

"I want you to fuck my pussy, Alec," her need making her suddenly bold, she grabbed at his body, lifting her pussy to reach for his cock. "Please, Mr. Davies! Please put that hot, hard cock inside my pussy and fuck me with it!"

A heated growl rumbled from his chest as he seized her hips and thrust deep, burying half his shaft into her tight passage in one thrust and ripping through her innocence. A sharp cry escaped as she felt the her hymen give, her body seizing at the sharp pain of his thick member stretching her for the first time. 

"Shhhh," he soothed, his thumb brushing away a tear that escaped her eye. "Just a minute, baby." 

He stayed motionless, his body tensed above her, for a long minute. As her body adjusted to his invasion, she felt the pain going away. She shifted slightly and he grinned eagerly.

"Ready, sweet?" 

She felt him withdrawing and mewled at the sudden emptiness he left. A soft chuckle was his only response before he plunged back inside, burying himself completely this time.

"Oooooh!" she breathed, her tight walls clamping down on his invasion. She felt him butting up against her womb. He filled her almost to the point of pain, but not quite. This second stroke carried none of the sting his first had.

He pulled out again and refilled her, slow out, fast in, over and over again, letting her feel every bump and vein as he pulled away. His thumb moved to rub her clit in circles, using her juices to lubricate as he played with her. She felt a new orgasm building and her pussy spasmed in anticipation. 

"That's it, slut," he moaned. "Squeeze that fucking cock. Feel me drilling your pussy? Want that dick deep inside you?" he thrust especially hard, making her squeal. "Mmmmm, yeah, baby, take that cock like a good slut."

Alec picked up the pace, both hands now holding her hips, using them as leverage while he fucked into her pussy. She could hear the wet sound of his cock pistoning in and out and she moaned, twisting her hips so he could hit a spot inside that felt especially good. 

"Yes, Alec," her hands reached for his arms, nails biting into his skin as she tried to force him to speed up even more. "Give me your cock. Fuck me, baby! Oh!" She gave a startled cry as he suddenly pulled out and yanked her off the desk. "Wha...?!"

He didn't stop for an explanation, spinning her away from him and pushing her facedown over the wooden furniture. His hand smacked down on her ass and then his cock was back inside her wet, greedy pussy. He felt bigger, deeper from this angle, slamming into her cervix with every thrust as he let loose, fucking into her fast and hard. 

"You're going to cum for me, my slut," the command was almost a growl. "You're going to clench that tight, hot pussy on my thick cock and scream my name as you cum for me."

Tenna groaned as his words pushed her closer to the edge. She was enjoying his control and commands as he took over her body and made her do what he wanted. Although she had to admit she wanted it too. Bad. 

His cock stabbed into her g-spot with every inward thrust, his balls striking against her clit, sending shock waves through her, pushing her closer to that razor edge of pleasure. 

He leaned over, his body covering her back, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He slowed his pace for a second, letting her feel every inch of his rod as he stretched her open slowly, then slid back out. His breath hot on her neck, he leaned into her ear.

"I'm going to make you cum, Tenna." His tongue flicked against her lobe. "I'm going to make that pussy explode on my fucking dick and then I'm going to fill you with my cum." He gave an especially hard thrust, grinding into the back of her pussy with a stab and twist of his hips. She gasped and cried out, her clit throbbing. He reached under her body, pinching the nub of nerves between finger and thumb, his other hand taking hold of her breast and using it as leverage to start pounding her again. "Are you on birth control, baby girl?"

She shook her head, suddenly aware of his bare cock sliding in and out of her unprotected pussy. He let out a deep groan at her answer. Her pussy clenched in response. 

"Oh, fuck, slut," he growled against her nape. "Mmmm, Tenna. Slut. Cum for me! Cum now on my fucking dick, baby!" His teeth sank into the side of her neck as a low growl rumbled from his chest and his dick swelled, throbbing in her tight flesh. His index flicked hard against her clit as his hips slammed down against her ass and stopped. "Uh, yessss! Take my cum in your wet, fertile cunt, baby!" She felt a deep pulse inside and sudden warmth. The sensation of his verile cum filling her pushing her hard and fast into an orgasm that made her see flecks of white across her vision. She screamed, wordless. 

Breathing hard, neither moved for several minutes. Alec was the first, pulling slowly out of her pussy with his softening cock. He turned her pliant body around, settling her on his lap as he sat in his chair. He gently brushed her hair back from her face, placing a soft kiss on her temple. 

Tenna moaned softly, leaning against his chest. Her muscles felt like jello.

"That was amazing," she whispered softly, face turning a soft pink. 

Alec kissed her lips gently. "You're a natural, sweetheart." He cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple lightly. "We're going to have some fun this year." He set her on her feet and smacked her ass in a quick slap. "Get your clothes on, Darlin'." 

She dressed quickly, unable to find her panties. He watched, unashamedly naked, his cock back to half-mast, glistening lightly with their combined juices.

"So," she stepped between his legs, his hands automatically going to her hips as she shyly twisted in place, her finger running down his arm from his shoulder. "the paper?"

His chuckle vibrated through his body. "Write me a story, Tenna. Write me a story about what you want me to do to this sexy body. No holds barred. I want to know your fantasies."

Her even, white teeth nibbled on her bottom lip. "Not a research paper?"

"Oh, it's research." He winked. "I'm researching my new slut." He spanked her ass with a sharp stinging slap. "I told you, we're going to have some fun this year!"

The bright look of joy on her face made him laugh out loud. 

"We can do this again?" Her shy voice couldn't mask her excitement.

"Oh, you can bet on it, my little slut!"

No one was in the hall to watch her slip away from his office, already composing her fantasy in her head with her freshly fucked pussy still full of his cum. 20 pages? No problem!



Give Me An "F"



Note from Slickman: Someone asked me to write a truth or dare story and since cheerleader stories are so popular I thought I'd throw them together. Enjoy. All characters in the story are at least eighteen. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, rewritten or redistributed.

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Amy Jenkins walked through the Blockbuster aisles looking for a movie that would satisfy both the guys in her group as well as the girls. For two years now the Randall High School cheerleaders gathered on the first and third Saturday of each month to watch movies on her family's large screen TV. It was a cheap date for them as well as a team building experience. The biggest problem they had was selecting a movie. The girls wanted the typical chick flick type movie with romance and love whereas the guys wanted the adventure shoot em' up type movie. 

"How about this one?" Amy yelled over at her boyfriend Jake. She held up the "You've Got Mail" DVD. 

"Uh, let me think about it….NO!" He said quickly, with a smile. He held up "Monster" starring Charlize Theron. 

"Yuck," she said holding her nose. 

"How about "Road Trip"?" He yelled. 

"Seen it already," she replied. "I bet you guys want to see this one." She held up "Swinging Cheerleaders". 

"Yeah," Jake grinned. "I was looking for that one." 

Amy smiled knowing her parents would be out for the evening and that only the senior cheerleaders would be there. They had turned the last movie night into a wild necking affair. Of course they only stayed with their boyfriends but even so the petting got pretty hot. 

"Let's get it," Amy whispered as she took his arm and walked him to the front of the store. Her soft breast pushed into his strong bicep. After they got to her house she went to her room and called Sarah, Joy and Tina to tell them to wear their cheerleader uniforms. She didn't tell them why but she told them also to wear their regular panties instead of the heavier cheerleader panties. Her parents had already left when she came down the stairs in her short skirt and tight top. Jake almost fell off the sofa. "Damn, are you girls going to wear those?" 

"Yes, and you guys better control yourselves," she giggled as she sat next to him and pushed down her skirt. She didn't want to spoil the surprise. 

As he moved closer to her the doorbell rang. She jumped up to answer it. It was Sarah and Tim. Carrying a bottle of wine, Sarah smiled and whispered as she walked by, "he's already excited." Amy and Sarah were almost twins. They both sported short blonde hair and very shapely asses. Even their breasts which were not really large were about the same size. People had often mistaken them for twins. 

Amy was about to close the door when she saw Joy and John running up the driveway. "Wait for us," Joy yelled. The only black girl on the team sped ahead of John, who had a twelve pack of beer in his hand. John was out of shape since he quarterbacked the team to a state championship last fall. Amy ushered them inside and heard her phone ring. She answered it and it was Tina. 

"Ron and I are running late," Tina said. "Go ahead and start the movie without us." 

"Tina and Ron will be late," Amy announced as she entered the large family room. "Can I get any of you a drink?" 

"Beer," Ron said. "Me too," Jake chimed in. "I'll take a beer," John replied. 

"Wine," both Joy and Sarah both said. "Come and help me," Amy said to the two other girls. 

As soon as they got into the kitchen Joy grabbed Amy's shoulders. "And why are we only wearing our regular panties?" 

Amy giggled. "After the movie I want to play truth or dare." 

"How do you play?" Sarah asked as she poured the three glasses of wine. 

"Everyone gets a turn and someone asks you truth or dare. If you say 'truth' you have to answer their question truthfully and cannot lie. If you say 'dare' you have to do what that person tells you to do." Amy answered. 

"I better have two glasses of wine," Joy giggled. She knew some of the dares would involve her with one of the three white guys and she had never dated a white guy before. 

The guys too were excited about the night. They only had two months before graduation and could feel the sexual tension in the air. "I think Joy is wearing her regular panties," John whispered. "I got a peek at them in the car when she got out." 

"So that's why Sarah is acting so strange," Tim laughed. "I tried to get a cheap feel and she slapped my hand away." 

"Maybe we can get them to do some handstands," Jake grinned. 

"What are you guys talking about?" Amy asked as the three girls walked back in. 

"We were wondering if you girls would do a cheer for us," said John. He too had never dated a white girl before. 

"I don't think so," Sarah quickly responded. She knew she was the only virgin of the bunch Tina included. So far Tim had never seen her completely naked and they had only used their hands to get each other off. She moved over to sit in the love seat next to Tim and again smacked his hand when he tried to grab her ass under her short skirt. "Be good," she whispered. 

Amy sat next to Jake on one end of the long sofa while Joy settled next to John. She aimed the remote control at the DVD player and pushed play. After a minute the title popped up, "SWINGING CHEERLEADERS." 

John and Tim sat upright. "Good pick Jake," John said as he put up his hand for a high five. SMACK.

"Actually I picked it out," Amy giggled as she held up her hand for a high five with John. His hand was three times the size of hers. SMACK.

The movie started off slow which gave them a chance to down their drinks and even have another one.  Finally the shower scene came on and the guys got more daring. A black girl removed her cheerleader uniform and her large brown breasts popped out. 

"God Joy I didn't know you made a movie," John chuckled. Joy smacked him on his arm. "Mine are nicer than those." 

"She's supposed to be a high school girl," Tim laughed. "She looks as old as my mother." 

"You mother has nicer tits than those," Jake laughed. Tim tossed a small pillow at him and laughed. 

The girls noticed the guys were getting hard-ons as the girls showered their naked bodies. They also took a long look at the other boyfriend's crotches. It was apparent John and Jake had Tim beat. 

"Holy shit she shaves it," Jake said when the head cheerleader removed her panties to show her bald pussy lips. He knew Amy trimmed hers but he had never seen a bald one before. 

"This isn't fair," Joy said looking sad. "We don't get to see any guys naked." 

"We can take care of that right guys?" Jake laughed as he pretended to take off his shirt. When he realized the girls were not laughing he backed down. "Just kidding." 

"Hey look she's not a natural blonde," said Tim. "But my Sarah is," he bragged. Sarah smacked him hard on his arm. Tim!" Secrets were coming out as they finished their second round of drinks and started on number three. 

"Do you think we are exploited?" Amy asked the other two girls. The movie was about a news reporter who went undercover to expose the exploitation of cheerleaders. 

"No," Joy giggled. "We wiggle our asses and bounce our tits at half time. No one watches that. They only listen to our cheers." She felt John's fingers caressing her bare thigh as they steadily but very slowly moved up her caramel softness. During the last movie night the girls all wore jeans so when the guys fondled their asses and crotches no one could really see. Tonight was a new ballgame. She looked over at Amy and Jake and saw them in a wet kiss. She turned her head back and pulled John's mouth to hers. 

After ten minutes of hot kisses and light fondling Amy paused the movie. "I think we all need to cool down some." She also wanted to make sure they got to the truth or dare game. 

Sarah and Joy followed her into the kitchen. The front door bell rang and Amy welcomed in Tina and Ron. Tina joined the girls in the kitchen. 

"Ron knows I'm wearing a thong," Tina giggled. She pulled up her skirt and pulled the thin black triangle out of her damp pussy lips. "He fingered me all the way over here. That's why I'm so wet." 

Sarah couldn't believe the girl would expose herself like she did. She was the only one blushing when Tina turned and pulled the thin strap out of her bare buttocks. "So what have I missed?" 

"We've all had three drinks and have progressed pretty far making out," Joy giggled. 

"After the movie I want to play truth or dare," said Amy. 

"Wow, OK I'm fine with Ron doing things with you guys as long as you are OK with me doing them with your guys," Tina grinned. She downed a whole glass of wine and then another before carrying the third one into the family room. Tina and Ron squeezed between Amy and Joy on the sofa. As soon as the movie started the four couples started kissing their partners. 

John's eyes were closed when Joy's tongue danced in his mouth. As his fingers moved down over her nice round butt the back of his hand pushed against something soft. He peeked down to see Tina's ass pushing back against his hand. If she felt it then she was not doing anything to prevent it so John's fingers continued to rub Joy's ass on the front of his hand and Tina's on the back. 

Sarah felt Tim's fingers moving up under her skirt and quickly grabbed his wrist.  "Not now," she whispered. She looked over at the sofa and saw Jake's fingers moving up under Amy's skirt, Ron's fingers caressing Tina's small breast, and John's hand moving against both Joy's and Tina's asses. Things were getting quickly out of control. Suddenly the phone rang and they all stopped. Amy jumped up and answered it. "Nope sorry wrong number," she said. She realized no one was watching the movie so she turned it off. "Who wants to play truth or dare?" 

Everyone but Sarah said yes. "OK, I'll do it," she said, nervously. They all said they knew how to play so Amy suggested they all make a circle while sitting on the floor. All dares had to be done in the middle of the circle. They lined up clockwise in a circle as such: 

Amy,Jake,Sarah, Ron, Joy, John, Tina, Ron. "What if we don't want to do the dare?" Sarah quickly asked before the game started. 

"How about no one can ask someone to take off an article of clothing during a dare however if you refuse to answer a question or do a dare you have to take something off?" Amy asked. "Also, my older sister told me she played a game called Truth or Double Dare. Everyone got a double dare so if someone asked you to do something then you could say 'double dare' and turn it around and ask them to do it instead. You have to do a double dare so be careful what you dare someone to do. Do you want to try it?" They all agreed. 

"I'll go first since it's my game," Amy said looking around at all the anxious faces. "Truth or Dare Tina?" 

"Truth," Tina quickly replied. 

"What kind of panties are you wearing? Describe them to us." 

The girls had already seen them in the kitchen. Tina blushed and answered. "Black thongs," she giggled. 

"Tell us everything," Amy smiled. 

"That's it. Oh God, you want me to say that?" 

Amy nodded. 

"They're wet," she whispered. 

"What? I can't hear you?" Amy giggled. 

"THEY'RE WET!" She blushed. 

"My turn," Jake smiled. He knew already that Sarah and Tim were both virgins and thought he would put his buddy on the spot. "Truth or Dare Tim?" 

"Truth," Tim replied. 

"Are you a virgin?" 

Tim gave him a look that could kill. "Kinda." 

"You ether are or are not," Jake laughed not wanting to let him out of his answer. 

"He is so what?" Sarah quickly answered for her boyfriend. "And so am I in case any of the rest of you wanted to ask." She took Tim's hand and held it. "I guess it's my turn. Truth or Dare Jake?" She wanted to put him on the spot and knew a secret about him none of the rest of them knew.  

"The game is young so I'll say truth," Jake glared back at her. 

"Who taught you how to kiss?" She grinned. Sarah was friends with Jake's older sister who had told her one night that she had taught Jake how to french kiss. "No, the question is who taught you how to french kiss?" 

"Fuck," Jake thought. He knew she knew. "I'll remove an article of clothing," he said as he pulled his tee shirt over his head. 

"Hey, I want to know," Amy said surprised that he didn't answer. She knew his first real girlfriend was Janet Pollard.  "I thought it was Janet." 

"Sorry but I don't have to answer," he said glaring over at Sarah. Before the night was over he would get even. 

"Truth or Dare Joy?" Tim asked the cute black girl next to him. 

Joy wanted to get the game going. "Dare." 

Tim was not prepared for her answer. "Dare huh?" He thought about some of the things he wanted her to do. "Take off your skirt." 

"Nope, you only have to take off something if you don't answer or won't do a dare," Joy grinned. Of all the white boys in the room she desired Tim more because he had light blonde hair and baby blue eyes. 

"OK," Tim grinned. "Stand up, turn around and lift your skirt as high as you can." He had wanted to see her nice round chocolate ass for some time. 

She started to object but realized she was not removing anything. The four glasses of wine lower her inhibitions so she stood and face away from them before reaching back and exposing her nearly bare cinnamon ass cheeks. "How long do I have to do this?" Joy asked feeling the cool air and eyes on her ass. 

"One minute," Amy quickly answered. Even she was getting excited looking at Joy's ass on display like it was. 

Joy shifted her weight from one foot to the other which caused her ass to shift which quickly gave the guys a rigid stick. "One minute has to be up," she said as she pushed down her skirt and sat back down. "Truth or dare……….Tim?" 

"He's already done one," Sarah said trying to protect him. 

"There's no limit," Amy responded. They all looked at Tim. 

Seeing Joy's ass was really turning him on. "Dare." 

"Goody," Joy smiled. "I dare you to show us your………….bush." She and the other girls, even Sarah, had not seen a blonde bush before on a guy. 

"What?" Sarah asked. 

"It's OK," Tim grinned. He was getting into the game now and realized if the booze continued he just might get lucky tonight. If not with Sarah then maybe one of the others. He stood and released the snap on his jeans and unzipped his fly. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed the front of his jeans and his white briefs down his stomach until a thick crop of golden hair was exposed. He held it there for a minute. Even Sarah was looking intently. 

"Well, that didn't do much for me," John laughed. However the game was getting good. Asses and bushes were now fair game. The one ass he had wanted to see and touch for some time was Tina's. "Truth or Dare Tina?" 

The quick three glasses of wine had gone to her head. "Dare," she giggled. 

John shocked them all, "I dare you to let me touch your ass under your skirt." 

"Mine is not good enough for you?" Joy said as she smacked him on his leg. She almost hit his large bulge that was getting larger waiting for Tina's reply. 

Tina looked at Ron. "Can he touch my ass?" 

"Hey it's your ass," he smiled. The game was getting good and his turn was coming up. 

"We forgot to do it in the middle of the circle," Amy said as Tina stood up. She waited until John stood up next to her. "Go ahead you got a whole minute," Tina giggled. 

John's long arms and fingers reached down and around her until they found her soft ass under her short skirt. Tina was facing away from Jake, Amy and Ron so they had the best view of his fingers as they molested and squeezed her firm ivory buttocks. His long dark fingers were a distinct contrast on her quivering white flesh. As he touched her the front of this body and his hard-on rubbed against her stomach. She was amazed at the size of it. 

"Hey we can't see," Tim complained. 

"Good," Sarah snapped back at him. The game was going beyond the point where she wanted it to. Her eyes could see the long tent in John's pants rubbing against Tina's body. 

The booze, the huge penis and John's fingers were raising Tina's body temperature rapidly. Ron's penis when hard was maybe five inches so she knew John's was almost twice that. She now knew why Joy was happy all the time. 

"Time," Joy announced as she waited for the second hand on her watch to come back to 12. As John walked back to her she snared at him. 

"Truth or dare……………….Sarah," Tina was tired of hearing Miss Goody-two-shoes whining. 

"Truth," Sarah said. There was no way she was going to do a dare. 

Tina grinned. "Do you masturbate?" 

"This game has gone far enough. I think Ron and I will be leaving." She started to stand and realized he was not getting up. "Are you coming?" 

"No, you can answer that question." He wanted to know himself and sat firmly still. 

Sarah sat back down. "Yes," she said blushing. "I know you all do it too." 

"Have you been watching Sarah?" Tina giggled. 

"That's not what I meant," Sarah growled back. 

"Truth or dare Sarah?" Ron laughed. 

"Now everyone is picking on me," Sarah said looking at Amy for support. Amy just smiled. "OK DARE! Is that what you want?" she asked Tim. 

Tim only smiled. 

"I dare you to……………," he looked at the excited buds on her chest. "Touch your nipples." 

All eyes now went to her raised raisons. She quickly covered them with her hands. "I'm not taking off my blouse and bra." 

"You don't have to," Amy said. "Just stand in the circle and touch your nipples." 

If it would have been one of the other girls it would not be such a big deal but they all now wanted Sarah to do naughty things. "OK," she said looking at Tim. "I'm going to do it unless you tell me not to." 

"Go ahead," he grinned. 

Sarah stood on shaking legs and walked to the middle of the circle. She stood facing Ron who had dared her and moved her hands from her chest. When her fingers found her hard nips she told Amy to start the clock. 

At first Sarah was going through the motions and was pretending she was bored but ten seconds into it she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. It was so nasty touching herself like she was doing. Her fingers pulled on her raised tips until they became as hard as she could remember. She knew Ron could also see up under her short skirt but didn't care. Her eyes closed and a small moan escaped her throat when Amy said a minute was up. 

"Let's take a break," Amy said. "Everyone has had a turn." 

***** 

They all got a new drink and paired off to talk about the game. 

"I can't believe you touched Tina's ass," Joy whispered to John. 

"Hey you showed everyone your ass," he smiled. 

"How far do you want to do with this game," she whispered as he kissed his neck. 

"That's up to you," he grinned. 

"OK," she giggled as she walked away from him. 

Amy and Jake too were questioning how far they wanted to go. "I don't know. Maybe just some touching and kissing unless you want to go further," Amy answered. 

"No fucking," he whispered. 

Amy smiled. There were a lot of other things they could do short of intercourse. 

Sarah and Tim said little to each other until Amy called everyone back into the family room. "I can't believe you are making me do this," she snapped at him. 

"Hey, you are doing what you want to do. Don't push it back on me." 

Both Tina and Ron were so far gone they wobbled back to the room and sat in their place. 

"My turn," Amy announced. "Truth or Dare………Ron." She knew he had not done a truth or dare during the first round.

"Dare baby," he chuckled. 

Amy wanted to get the show on the road. "I dare you to touch Joy's bare breasts." 

Joy grinned at her boyfriend. "Payback time," she whispered as she stood in the circle and waited for Ron to stand in front of her. She turned her body to make sure John could see. Ron's fingers squeezed her breasts hard before Amy said to start.