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Goal

By: WFEATHER



A large spotlight had been aimed directly down upon her, blinding her. Her initial reaction was to turn her head away, but she could not, for three thick wooden panels had been placed around her head, and a fourth stretched out over the panel "above" her to ensure she could not lift her head while ending at the base of her forehead so that she could still look up into the blinding pure-white light. The panels were fortunately all padded, lessening the chance that she might injure herself. 

Unable to move her head and still blinded by the spotlight even when her eyes were closed, instinct told her to cover her eyes with a hand or with an arm. Thick straps secured her arms and her legs, with additional straps drawn tautly across torso. There was no doubt that she was trapped, for she could never hope to free herself - she would need at least one other person to release her. 

She was completely bare, not even wearing her favorite earrings. She was exposed, unable to cover her breasts and unable to close her legs. 

This was so unladylike. She had been raised to always look refined, always behave like a modest young lady. In fact, her first memory was of her mother insisting the only a doctor or a nurse should ever see her naked. 

This situation made her think of an operating table. To that extent, perhaps a doctor or a nurse was seeing her naked at that very moment. 

But with the thick straps and the padded panels trapping her to some type of heavy table, it was clear that the only people who might be seeing her in this situation would be a mad doctor and an equally-insane assistant. 

Underneath the intense, unending glare of the spotlight, she struggled. She knew it was in vain, but she struggled nonetheless, as it gave her something to do, allowed her to fight her predicament - even though it was a fight she could never win in its current form. 

She was not wearing a watch - not that she could have lifted her head or her arm to see its face - and she could see nothing outside the immediate white blaze of the hot spotlight directly above her. There was no way for her to know just how long she struggled, how long she fought, how long she grunted and even yelled in the futile effort. But in the end, her efforts had tired her, exhausted her, leaving her limp in her bondage with her exposed breasts heaving and her bare flesh coated with a prominent sheen of sweat. 

Footsteps came from well outside the almost nonexistent range of her vision. "Ah-ha! The subject has awakened!" The cackling glee in the deep male voice was unnerving, and the way he had referred to her made her damp skin crawl with fear. The shudder of dread which surged through her was almost certainly visible to anyone looking in her direction. 

The footsteps were louder and louder, and there was definitely more than one person approaching her vulnerable form. Still she could not see, the spotlight blinding her greatly and the padded panels preventing her from turning her head toward the approaching persons. There was a bit of an echo, almost too slight for her to hear. 

"Let's start the test." The same deep male voice, a voice which carried an undertone of sadism. 

"No..." she pleaded softly, barely able to hear her own voice, and silently cursed the panels which would not allow her such a simple act as shaking her head. Despite herself, she began to struggle again, surprising herself with the ferocity of her efforts despite knowing that escape was futile. 

The deep male voice chuckled openly. "Valiant! Definitely a worthy subject!" 

Without warning, a sharp pain seared across her breasts, the suddenness of the impact stealing her voice even though she screamed from the agony. Her entire body went rigid, her back arched as severely as the many straps would allow, trying to comprehend the How and especially the Why of what had just befallen her. As soon as her body began to ease back onto the sturdy table, the same pain tortured her breasts again, and on this second impact, her voice finally made its shrill presence known. 

"Two strikes required before the subject makes any sound. Please note that." 

"Noted, Doctor." A female voice, carrying a hint of amusement. 

"Note the time as well." 

"Yes, Doctor." 

More strikes befell her chest, some in rapid succession, some followed by noticeable pauses. She struggled and she wailed, she suffered and she endured. The pain moved from her chest to her thighs - sometimes across both, sometimes across one and wrapping viciously around the meat of her leg. 

"The subject is begging now. Note the time." 

"Yes, Doctor." 

She had not even realized she was begging. She was surprised that she could concentrate on the words of this mad doctor and his assistant. Then again, the words were the only "normal" things about this predicament, and she seized upon those words, her cries softening whenever the doctor or the assistant spoke. 

Then came the worst pain she had experienced yet: a strike directly to her clitoris. 

Her entire existence was colored in red. Even the white-hot light was tinged with red as the onslaught continued upon her body, focused greatly on her agonizing clitoris. She was close to hyperventilating. She was close to running out of tears. She was close to losing her voice. 

And then she was outside herself, sitting in the audience admiring her own performance, hearing the admiring whispers of the spectators: the Mistresses and the Masters and the slaves who had all befriended her when she moved to the city three years earlier. She watched with them as the appropriately-dressed doctor wielded various implements to torture her and the scantily-clad assistant stood aside and fingered herself when she was not writing notes on a clipboard. 

Then there was nothing until she was sitting on the very same table, her Master praising her as soft jazz music filled the hall. While her scantily-clad slave sister wiped the sweat away, she held the bottle of water with trembling hands, smiling weakly, for she had performed for the assembly at last, and in so doing she had gone far beyond her previous tolerance of pain, attaining a personal goal at last.

Goal



Sandy watched as Jerry worked the ball back and forth expertly rolling it between his two feet just before flicking it lightly with a twist of his ankle. The ball seemed to freeze in midair as the defender kicked wildly and stumbled to the ground. Jerry then sprinted toward the goal, the muscles in his legs flexing with each step until he made one last half-step and then crushed the ball with his right foot driving it just beneath the crossbar, deep into the net.

Jerry spun and leaped, thrusting a fist into the air while his legs seemed to run an invisible arc. He hung in the air for several of Sandy's heartbeats before landing gracefully in the arms of a teammate. That was all the foreplay Sandy needed, she knew, after all these months she'd finally give in to Jerry's persistent, if clumsy, seduction attempts. Somehow seeing him move his body during the game she just knew he'd be an incredible first lover.

"Yeah, first lover," she repeated to herself. She guessed she was a throwback to a time when you waited at least until you were out of high school. Sandy had even managed to hold out that first week of college when the few remaining virgins among her friends gave it up in that rush of adrenaline they experienced with their new found freedom. Anyway, Sandy thwarted Jerry's advances, but now by mid-October after seeing his first college level match, she knew it was over.

Crossing her legs as the two teams walked to the middle of the field to shake hands, she felt the dampness that had soaked into her panties. Yes, she would be ready for Jerry. She watched him as he jogged with his teammates back into the locker room and then stood up and slowly left the grandstand, heading back toward the door to the locker room.

As she waited and watched some of the players wander out, kiss a girlfriend and then stroll off arm in arm, she felt a tingling in her stomach. When she finally spotted Jerry, she rushed towards him, grabbed his face and gave him a big kiss.

"Wow," Jerry exclaimed, "I guess I need to score the winning goal every week." He kissed her again and then continued, "Hey Sandy, Mike said him and Rachel wanted to head over and grab a few beers before dinner, asked us to come along."

She squeezed close to him and whispered, "I was kind of hoping we could go for a ride," then sliding her hand up to his chest and into his shirt she continued, "just the two of us."

"I am kind of thirsty...," Jerry started, but then paused as he felt Sandy's fingertip slide over his nipple.

"I kind of hoped we could go right now," she said seductively.

Jerry finally got the message and hollered out, "Hey Mike, we'll have to catch up with you later, Sandy has something to do."

She watched as Mike waved back to them and then holding Jerry's hand, she followed him back to his car. They climbed in and as he started the engine, she slid over in the seat, snuggling against him.

"So, where are we heading?" Jerry asked.

"How about Holloway Park?" she replied.

"Okay, but remember last time..."

"It won't be like last time."

Jerry nodded, put the car in gear and squealed his tires as he pulled out of his parking space and headed to the roadway. He drove quickly, but safely and within a few minutes he pulled into the park and found a secluded parking place.

"Now, what was the hurry in getting here," Jerry said, turning to face Sandy.

"Well, it's just that... I mean I decided that... I..."

"What Sandy?" Jerry pried.

"I, ah... I just...," she then reached her hand down to his lap and closed it over his crotch. She could feel his cock immediately begin to grown.

"Oh, okay, let me get some tissue from the glove box," Jerry replied.

"No, no tissue."

"But how are we going to clean..."

She grabbed his hand and moved it up under her dress, pressing it against her panties. Feeling his fingers move against her she said, "I want you."

Jerry immediately slid his fingers over and pulled the crotch of the panties to one side, and pushed his fingers into her. "You're wet," he said, clumsily working his fingers in and out of her pussy.

Sandy reached over and pulled on the lever for her seat and felt the backrest lean all the way back. She then scooted back into the seat, opening her legs to help Jerry pull off her panties.

Jerry worked her panties off her legs and then unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out. Without trying to remove his pants, he just moved over to her seat and climbed over her. Feeling the head of his cock brush against her pubic hair, he leaned his hips forward and pushed against her, jabbing first into her thigh, then up into her patch of hair and then back against her thigh.

Wishing he was half as accurate now as he was during the game, Sandy reached down, took hold of his cock and guided it. Pulling her lips apart with her other hand, she guided the head of his cock to her opening and then whispered, "Okay."

Jerry immediately thrust forward feeling his cock just begin to slip into between her lips. He took a deep breath and then thrust hard again, feeling her skin stick to the side of his cock seeming to hold him out for a moment before he then felt it get slicker, easier to push. Jerry heard a whimper from Sandy but by then his cock was shoved deep inside her.

Easing out of her, he felt his cock slide easily and then when he leaned back on her, his cock slid without hesitation as he shoved himself to the hilt. He withdrew once more then moaned loudly, arched his back and came, shoving as deep into her as he could as his cock spurted cum again and again.

Sandy was still reeling from the sharp pain between her legs and when she finally felt a slight relief from stinging and felt him slide easily into her, she felt his body tense and then felt his cock slam into her. As Jerry collapsed upon her she realized he had cum.

They remained joined for a few minutes as Sandy wondered to herself, "What now?"

Her answer came moments later as Jerry slowly eased his cock out of her and moved back over to his seat. She remained motionless, her legs spread wide open and she could feel a wetness run down her ass.

Jerry quickly slipped his cock into his pants and then reached over toward Sandy. She was hoping perhaps he might reach between her leg, perhaps touch her clit, do something for her but instead, he opened the glove compartment and grabbed several tissue. Tossing them to her he said, "Quick, clean it up before it gets on the seats."

"But what about me?"

"What about you?"

"Is that all you're going to do?"

"What else is there?" he asked.

"You came and it obviously was very good for you..."

"I know babe, you were great."

"But what about me?" Sandy pleaded.

"What about you? I mean we did it, what else do you want?"

"But it hurt and then it was over, I didn't feel anything," she complained.

"Oh well, maybe next time."

"Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time, I mean the way you..."

"What do you want from me? You wanted to fuck, we fucked and now we are done."

"No you are done, what about me?"

"You don't get it do you?"

"Get what?"

"Didn't you see me on the field today?"

"What has that got to do with what just happened?"

"You seem to want something more from me."

"Yes, I do."

"You don't seem to understand, I can get this from any girl now, any girl I want."

"So..."

"So, babe, we did it, I liked it and you should be happy. If not then let me know and I'll take you home."

"Okay then, take me home."

"Sure thing." He started the car and was speeding out of the park as Sandy was still pulling on her panties. Jerry didn't even bother pulling into the parking lot at the dorm, instead he dropped her out at the street.

Sandy climbed out of the car and limped back toward the entrance to the dorm. She glanced back once only to see him slow his car down and talk to some girl walking on the sidewalk. Sandy turned and walked into her dorm.



"GOAL"



This is a little fantasy. I should apologize to girls who play team sports for the implication that they all are bi or lesbian. I know they aren't, but guys can wonder, especially when they see them swarming to embrace a scorer. I guess the girls could think the same about men, when they see them piling on the guy who just scored a goal. Someone else can write that story.

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"Goal!"

Charlie's hands were over her head before the announcer's call reached her ears. She turned and ran to embrace Cat, who had kicked the cross pass Charlie had headed passed the fingertips of the goalie. Cat was racing to embrace her. Only moments after they embraced, the rest of the team was hugging them both, all of them trying to get a hand on them. Charlie's goal had won the game in front of the host team's fans. The two of them almost lost their footing in the exuberant crush of their teammates. 

As Charlie caught her balance, she felt a hand on her breast. That didn't surprise her; that had happened before in that situation when she had made a goal, and she had made many. Someone's hand had just slid there when the whole team so enthusiastically wanted to congratulate her. A couple of times it seemed like half the team had been lying on her. When a hand had slid to her breast, it slid away again. 

This time it didn't! Fingers were holding her breast through her jersey and sports bra. Whose fingers? Someone's behind her, and they still were. She didn't mind a teammate's holding her breast, but not on the field! Could the someone feel that her nipple had popped out in her palm? 

Charlie knew that her nipples and breasts were larger than those of her teammates - except for their tall goalie's, but which one was still holding her breast? 

The referee urged them to break up to continue the last few minutes of the match. 

In the locker room and under the showers, Charlie - Charline - glanced around, still wondering whose hand it could have been. Not Cat's - Catherine's, since they had been facing each other. Could it have been one of the two new young members on the Under-23 team? They both had seemed a little shy, however. Charlie chuckled silently to herself with the thought that even if they seemed shy, it couldn't surprise them that the girls on the team washed each others' backs - and more sometimes after the coach had disappeared. Those two had transferred from another club, had not been on the Under-21 squad, like most of the team. Charlie knew that went on after the younger team's training and games. 

That had surprised her back then, especially the first time someone's fingers slid around her side and rubbed the side of her breast. A girl wanted to touch her there?! That had been when she joined the Under-19 team. The older girl on the team had wanted to touch her there, and not just there, as Charlie discovered after their first game away. By then she had understood that the girls on the soccer team didn't just like boys. Maybe some of them really didn't, but - she rationalized - if they liked to do something with girls, why shouldn't she also, better than nothing, if there weren't boys around. It wasn't just better than nothing, also better than with the couple of boys she had been in bed with, and she liked to do it as much as she liked someone to do it to her. Had she with all the girls on the Under-19 team? 

Then she had discovered that the Under-21 boys were great fans of the Under-19 girls. Had they all wanted to see more of her because she made so many goals or because they liked her breasts? They had, not all of that squad, not even the whole first team, but a few of them. She liked boys just as much, liked especially that they were better than the teenagers she had slept with before. But her teammates were always there, in the shower, sharing rooms on trips, and they tasted better. She didn't discover that until she was on the Under-21 squad, then having fun with the boys' Under-23. 

Those two new girls must know all about that. Of course they must; they both had shaven pussies, like most girls on the Under-23 squad. In Charlies's Under-19 squad, they all hadn't shaved, but that had been a few years ago. She recalled the first time her nose had been tickled by that older girl's brown pubic hair, and then by the redhead's. Hers was really red. When she and a couple of the others joined the Under-21 team, they saw that most of them shaved. Big girls now, adults, they did too. Nice smooth pussies, sweet tasting pussies. She had learned to enjoy sucking a cock, but pussies tasted better - all of them. Once they had had an orgy, after their last game of the season, drinking, all crowding in two rooms in the hotel. Had anyone seen them flitting naked in the corridor between the rooms? 

All that had been going through her mind under the shower. Cat had started washing her back, sort of a tradition that the girl who made a goal would be washed by the one who had assisted. Charlie's goal was the team's third one in the game, so the back-washing had started with the three pairs, the other girls waiting almost respectfully before they chose a partner. Charlie smiled at seeing the two new girls together, and chuckled with a nod, when Cat's soapy hand found her breast - not for the first time after a game. She suddenly remembered her question about whose hand had held it after her goal. he and Cat weren't roommates, but they knew that that they would be bedmates. 

Then Charlie was washing Cat's back, smiling at her roommate, who was washing another teammate. They both winked. Charlie couldn't remember having seen those two together, but didn't worry about how the rest of the squad would pair off. Sure, the two lesbian couples were together, but the rest of them weren't particular. Hadn't they all paired off one way or another since they had been Under-19? 

Charlie's hand slid unhesitatingly around Cat's side and cupped around her small, very firm breast, her fingers then squeezing her aroused nipple between her fingers. Cat nodded with a chuckle. Charlie moaned softly, feeling her pussy go moist. Why did they have to wait until after dinner? She did something she had never done in the shower before. Her other hand slid down around Cat's waist, onto the bottom of her tight stomach, and then her fingers slid down, feeling the stubble of Cat's pubic hair. Cat responded with a surprised "hmm!" but her hips rocked up, inviting Charlie's fingers to slide further. She squeezed Cat's breast and let them. They had been there before, but not under the showers with others around. 

Cat couldn't really want her fingers to rub down past the start of her slit? She could? Her hips rocked up again. Was her pussy as aroused as her own? Charlie pressed Cat's hips back against her own, rocking them up against Cat's ass - tight, firm ass - but it rocked up again. It really wanted Charlie's fingers to explore further? If Cat's pussy was as aroused as her own? Her fingers were eager to find out. Too hell with what others could think. Maybe they weren't looking.

Cat moaned, and her hips twitched, but she blurted out softly: "Fuck! But not here!" 

Out of the corner of her eye, Charlie noticed heads turning down the row of showers. Reluctantly her hand slid up. She turned her head with a wry smile, seeing that others were washing each other in pairs, a couple also fondling breasts, but none as far along as she had been. They all snickered softly, smirking. A girl, whom she knew from being together since they had both been on the Under-19 squad, grinned and said: "Maybe we would have too." 

She was also holding her partner's breast, and her other hand slid down. Her partner chuckled with a slight nod, but she grabbed the hand and drew it back up, murmuring: "But not here." 

There were more chuckles and nods. Charlie suddenly wondered if the person who had designed the clubhouse with just a dozen showers for twice as many girls had anticipated how they all would wash and what they would then want to do. 

They did. They quickly finished their showers and dried themselves, exchanging smirks, chuckling when they all didn't put on a bra under their shirts. Cat grinned and rubbed her fingers over Charlie's breasts, making her nipples pop out, then tweaking them and winking at the other girls. Charlie nodded with hum and murmured: "Just not here." 

There was a chorus of agreeing hums as they all hurried to finish dressing, and then rushed to the bus to return to their hotel. Charlie and Cat found a seat in the back, sitting with their hands on each other's thigh, their fingers rubbing, creeping down a little and creeping up . When they saw that the girls in the seat across the aisle were doing the same, they all nodded with smirks, and the fingers of four hands crept up closer between eight thighs. Cat's thighs twitched together, and she murmured: 

"Don't make me go wet - not yet." 

"Or you, me, not yet," Charlie replied, squeezing Cat's hand between her thighs and licking her lips. Then she moaned softly and held her breast, rubbing a finger over her aroused nipple. Cat noticed and moaned, then chuckling and murmuring: 

"Too late; I am already." 

"Me too," Charlie agreed, pinching her nipple, as her other hand slid the last bit right up in Cat's crotch. 

Cat's thighs clamped together but then relaxed, inviting Charlie's fingers rub. Her thighs twitched apart, inviting Cat to arouse her. Her fingers did. They were both looking straight ahead, exchanging almost silent moans. Then they heard one of the girls across the aisle chuckle and murmur: "Ours are too." 

They both glanced over and saw that the other girls' hands were just as deep between the other's thighs. They all hummed with smirks, and their thighs twitched. Cat murmured: "Gonna be good."

They all nodded with moans and looked ahead again. During the last few minutes to their hotel, their fingers were less active, but their thighs twitching together on them. Charlie murmured: 

"Wet." 

"You too." 

"Um-hmm! And you taste so good." 

"Not better than you do." 

"Mmmm!" they both responded with growling moans.

Charlie hoped that how wet her pussy was wouldn't show on her Bermuda shorts when they got off the bus, then wondering if all the other girls had been doing what she and Cat and the other two had been. She hoped so, confident that her roommate understood that she and Cat were going to be in their room, only vaguely remembering that her roommate had been with someone else under the shower. That had always worked out. 

As the bus was slowing down at the hotel, she rubbed Cat's pussy again and felt her fingers rub hers. They both knew what they were going to do. Of course, Cat's pussy tasted good, "so good." They all did, but she always thought that the one she was about to lick tasted best. Cat's was going to, and hers was for Cat. How many times had they tasted each other's pussy? 

They were getting off the bus. Charlie's question to herself was uncomfortable. Shouldn't she know how many times she had enjoyed sex with someone, not just Cat? How many goals had she made on a pass from Cat? But that hadn't been the only times they had been in bed together. It couldn't have been, a few times after just training. She blushed at the thought that she didn't know, and more at her related question: how many girls' pussy had she tasted?! Not all the ones on the Under-23 squad - not yet. Not yet?! 

Who had been holding her breast after her goal? Had she tasted all the girls on the Under-21 team? She didn't think so, but the Under-19 team? She snorted. She didn't think so, but for sure all the ones who had been good enough then to be with her on the Under-21 squad. 

She almost chuckled, recalling that the few of them had celebrated a reunion when they were accepted on the Under-21 squad. She had to chuckle out loud, recalling that that was the first time they had had group sex, not just one on one, three of them, four of them. While she had been licking one's pussy, another one had been licking hers, and someone way down on the bed had been licking hers. 

That hadn't been the only time that happened, There was no way she could count the times and ways she had licked other girls' pussy. Too many? Not enough, when there wasn't a cock for her to have in her pussy or to suck? But now, right now, she wanted to lick a pussy and have hers licked, and she knew that Cat could and would as good as she could wish. 

In the hotel lobby, the girls all tried to act normal, exchanging comments about the game and that they would meet for dinner. While they waited for the elevator, with their backs to the lobby, they then smirked, however, not just Charlie and Cat and the girls they had seen in the bus. The ones nearest the elevator crowded into it, more than the number of passengers on the sign, but they weren't as heavy as the average weight that number was based on. When the door closed, they all chuckled and hands moved, in the crush rubbing the first firm ass they found. Charlie felt two on her ass, only one of them Cat's. Could the other one be the hand that had held her breast after her goal? Another time, if it was, if that girl was wanting to do more with her. 

Right now one of hers and Cat's hand were clasping their hips together, Cat's firm breasts pressed against her softer ones. Could Cat feel that her her nipples were hard? Could she feel that hers were, or just knew that they were? The elevator door opened, and they all crowded out, separating in pairs with calls of "Till dinner." 

That reminded Charlie that after dinner she would be sleeping with her roommate for the trip, sleeping with her the way they had the previous trip together. She wonder who Cat's roommate was, couldn't remember whom she had slept with that trip. That didn't matter; they both - and their roommates - just loved pussy, almost anyone's, and loved cocks just as much. She knew Cat also did from talk after being together a couple of times, confirming that they weren't lesbians. They both had admitted that they hadn't liked that the one or two girls they had slept with had made more personal remarks, not just that it had been so good, but that it had been so good with them. 

It sure had been good with the ones Charlie had been with; girls like that should be able to do it better. Were their pussies - undefiled by a cock - somehow more delicious! They sure had tasted good and been tight around her fingers - like her own had been after she deflowered herself. But those girls couldn't know how much better a cock could feel in their pussies. 

Charlie had to unlock the door to her room. Cat rushed in, pulling up her polo shirt, then turning to grin at Charlie. Cat's aroused nipples in the middle of her firm breasts made Charlie forget all her thoughts in the corridor. Her own nipples were poking bulges in her shirt. Before she could strip off her shirt, Cat moaned and said: "I want to suck them." 

That wasn't the first time Charlie had heard Cat say that. The first time she hadn't been so direct, waiting till they were both fondling the other's breasts. Now Charlie knew what she meant, knew how she wanted them to start. Her pussy was wet again in anticipation, even though she know that they both were first going to suck breasts and how. Cat's firm ones stood up, even when she was lying on her back, especially when her nipples were aroused, and Charlie's hung down, when she was over her. She had glance back at them their first time and had been very pleased to see their nice, full form and her aroused nipples - before one had disappeared between Cat's nibbling lips and felt her licking tongue. Then her lips and tongue had been trying to return the arousal her nipple had felt. They were both moaning as they pushed their shorts and panties down, kicking off their sandals: 

"Nipples," Cat murmured, tearing her eyes away from Charlie's so aroused one to turn and whip back the covers on the the nearest bed. She dropped down on the bed, well down on it. Charlie nodded with a moan and joined her with her feet at the headboard, leaning down over Cat. 

Their mouths found a nipple, and they both moaned deeply, and one of their hands found the others breast, grasping it, and then fingers were trying to emulate what their mouths were doing. Not good enough; one of them urged the other one to suck and lick her other nipple. With soft chuckles, they both did, then moaning again. When Charlie's thighs twitched, Cat's did, more than just twitching, wagging, and Cat's hands slid back on Charlie's ass and urged her to move down over her. 

They had been there before; they both nodded with a final lick and suck, and Charlie almost dove down over Cat, burying her face between her thighs - finally the taste of her so wet pussy! Was her own dripping over Cat's mouth? It was wet enough to be dripping. Her tongue was delighted to find that Cat's was wet below her opening, and more delighted to feel Cat's tongue in hers. 

Pussy was just so good! She grasped Cat's hips and rolled them both on their sides. Even though they were both so aroused, she knew that Cat also enjoyed resting her head on her thigh. Even though they were both making the other's hips twitch, it was so good that way, better for the one on the bottom, not having to raise her head to do what Cat's eager tongue was, like her own was. 

What was it like for Cat's tongue to lick her pussy - not just Cat's tongue, all the others? She would love to be able to lick her own pussy. She knew how good it tasted - long before she tasted another girl's. Then, after she had, she had used a mirror to look at her own and compared it with the ones she had licked. She didn't repeat that experiment, remembering the lovely young pink ones, thinking that they looked more attractive than her own. Then, however, she recalled the other pussies that looked more like hers - also like Cat's did - and that not just Cat's had been juicer than those younger, pink pussy. 

Should a girl who liked cocks just as much have so many thoughts about pussies, she wondered, admitting to herself that she did, at least when she was licking and tasting one, especially one that she knew was going to spurt in her her mouth. The cocks always did, of course, now that she let them and appreciated how good it was for them, but she really loved to feel a pussy squirt, and to feel her own squirt and feel and hear whoever was making it, like she was looking forward to tasting and feeling Cat's squirt in her mouth. 

Did she like being able to play with her inner pussy lips, or did she prefer a pussy with smaller ones? Were those girls more virginal? Nice thought, but they all - the few like that - weren't, especially the one who had been with her that time when they both were with the Under-23 guys. 

Had they really been licking each others pussies with the guys watching? Not for long had they just watched! Had it only been the four of them? No, the shy guy had been there, younger, not from their club, not coming up through the younger teams. The girl on her team had almost had to seduce him. Shit! She had slept with him too! He sure wasn't shy then - thanks "sister" - licking and fucking as good as the other guys on the Under-23 squad. 

God, she loved sex -.with anyone. any way, when a girl was doing for her what she was doing for her, and Cat was. They both knew what they wanted, to give each other squiring orgasms. Guys couldn't always do that.

Charlie clutched Cat's ass to her face and sucked and nibbled where she knew Cat wanted to feel it, and moaned, when Cat did the same. Fuck! They could do it so good! Not "fuck," but just as good, just as arousing, just as satisfying! 

It was for both of them. They both moaned, extending their thighs, that had been quivering and rocking their twitching hips. After another long moan, Cat murmured: 




"GOAL"



"Sure am glad that I made that cross pass." 

"Hm-hmm! Me too; we just do this so good." 

"Like how you headed my pass in the goal."

"Not without your perfect pass." 

"And how you made me come," Cat enjoined.

"And how you did too. Hm-hmm! Perfect on the field and in bed."

"You said it! ... Think that occurs to anyone in the stadium? 

"And if they do? Who cares? And we do, not just us." 

"Hmmm! The whole squad, it's just so easy."

"And so good! Hope the boys don't." 

"Hm-hmm! Not the way they like to with us."

"Maybe not a couple, not ones I can think of, but if they're like a couple of girls on our squad."

"But they still like pussies." 

"I don't want to think about guys' liking cocks." 

"No problem; their fault if they don't want to know how good our pussies are." 

"We do! But peepee!"

"Hm-hmm! Thought your pussy was as wet as it could be." 

"It was, but not like now." 

They snickered and hurried to the bathroom. 

They were the last ones down in the restaurant, greeted with smirking nods. A couple of years earlier, they would have blushed, but now they just grinned, returning the others' nods. When they saw that there were two place free at the table of their coach and the male manager, they were slightly embarrassed. He congratulated them for winning the game. That was all right, until their coached winked and said: 

"Great goal, ... been there, done that." 

Charlie hoped she wasn't blushing as much as she felt she was, not glancing at Cat to see if she was. She was very much relieved when the manager nodded and replied to her: "Like I remember several of your goals." 

Then she did look at Cat, seeing her also relieved expression. but not without wondering if the coach had meant what she had understood. Had girls ten or more years before also "been there, done that" like she and Cat had? Why not? Their coach had nodded to the manager's remark with a smile, but then at the girls, winking with the eye the manager couldn't see. She had meant that! 

They finished their meal without any other innuendos, until the coach wished them a good night with a suggestive smile. Cat and Charlie survived that with neutral smiles, but at the elevator, they glanced at each other with wry smiles. All the other girls had already gone to their rooms, also their roommates. Cat murmured: 

"Want to again, ... with her? 

"And you with your roommate?" 

"Hmm? I guess so, and I don't think I could suggest that she come along."

"I would, if I were her." 

"Hm-hmm! Me too. Would yours want to join us?" 

"I doubt it, that is, I don't think I could ask her," Cat replied in the elevator.

"Hm-hm-hmm! She just wants to lick your pussy?" 

"Hope she can, as good as you did." 

"Hmm! She'd better, if she wants to know what's good." 

"Same for your roommate."

They smirked with nods and went to their rooms. After that conversation, Charlie was wonder how it would be to see her roommate. Of course, they had done everything they could with each other, why they were sharing a room, but until then Charlie hadn't had to, wanted to have sex with another girl before dinner. 

She opened the door. "Tricks" - Patricia - was lying in the bed she had assumed was hers, and whipped back the covers, revealing that she was naked, smiling with moan and saying: 

"Finally. I guess you had to sit with them longer." 

Charlie nodded, forgetting about Cat and her roommate at the view of Tricks and her now opened thighs. Her pubic hair couldn't conceal her pussy lips. Tricks didn't want them to. Her hand reached down and rubbed, then spreading her pussy lips. Charlie's pussy was suddenly all wet. 

It hadn't been like this with Tricks before, very good, but not starting like this. Charlie grinned with a nod, whipping off her polo shirt, then pushing her bra up past her breasts before she reached back to unhook it. Tricks smirked with a nod, and Charlie saw one of her fingers rub between her pussy lips. She knew where it was rubbing, knew with her tongue where is was rubbing. Thank goodness she wasn't a lesbian who wanted sex to be emotional; she just wanted it to be as arousing as it could be, enjoying almost as much when she could make it that good for whomever, now Tricks. 

Her shorts and panties slid down. Could Tricks see that her pussy was already wet? But first she had to use the toilet. 

"Peepee," she murmured. 

"Hurry; I've been waiting long enough." 

Over the sound of her stream in the toilet, Charlie asked: 

"Didn't you before dinner?"

"Yeah, of course. When we saw you and Cat together, Connie, her roommate, and I hooked up, first time."

"I haven't with her." 

"You should! Or maybe you shouldn't," Tricks revised her opinion. 

Charlie had flushed and was washing her pussy. Above the sound of the water, she asked: "I should, I shouldn't?" 

Tricks snickered and replied: 

"Oh, you should, just didn't want you to sleep with her the next game away." 

"Why not?" 

"Hmmm! I thought we went all wet, squirted a little, but she's a fountain!"

"Oooh! Like in some porno video?"

"Not one I have seen, better."

Charlie was returning to the room as she replied: 

"Like that?! I guess Cat must know. At least, she didn't complain that I'm not." 

"Might complain that her bed is so wet, but mine here was too. Besides, why should she complain, if you did it as good as I know you can. Do!" 

Tricks raised her leg straight up and spread her pussy lips. They both smirked with deep moans. 

Charlie knew why she liked her as a roommate; they could both be so direct and open about sex, saying what, how they wanted it, talking about what they did with other girls - and boys. They had done that too. It was obvious that they weren't going to start like she and Cat had, and like she and Tricks sometimes started. Tricks didn't want or need any warm-up, and she didn't either. 

She dropped down on the bed, her head on Tricks' drawn up thigh, drawing hers up under Tricks' head. With chuckling moans, they rolled together, their other thighs immediately almost parallel over the other's body, and buried their faces between each other's thighs. They grasped each other's ass and began to lick. 

For a moment, Charlie's tongue recognized the differences between Cat's and Tricks' pussies, but then it was just delighting at being again in Tricks', and her pussy was delighting at feeling what Tricks' so experienced tongue was doing. She wasn't lesbian, but she loved the familiarity of sharing sex with Tricks, the confidence that it was going to be so good again. It had been with Cat, and not for the first time, but it was just so familiar and nice again to be licking and tasting Tricks' pussy and knowing that she was also enjoying tasting and licking hers. 

It was only a few minutes until their faces were both wet, wet as they always were. Charlie recalled what Tricks had said about their about their squirting a little, and then that Connie had been a fountain. They rolled back and fondled each other's breast, sighing and chuckling. They had done it again and as good as always. 

Charlie scrambled around, and they kissed, more licking around to taste their own pussy juice, both chuckling at their doing what they always did. After a few moments, Charlie asked: 

"And Connie, a fountain?"

"Hm-hmm! Maybe a geyser. She wanted us to take turns, fine with me, and wanted to go first, even finer. It was, and then it was my turn, down between her legs. Hm-hmm! Then I discovered why she wanted us to do it that way. I don't think geysers spurt that often, not Old Faithful, but she did. After the first time, I thought that must have been enough, but then she caught her breath and pressed my head back down between her thighs again. Okay, anything she wanted, but I hadn't expected that she could spurt again like that. She could! And that was only the second time."

"Geez?! Really?!" 

Um-hmm, and a couple more times." 

"Oh my God! Really?" 

"My tongue and fingers were tired."

"Hmm, of course, with your fingers too, like that."

"My hand all wet." 

"I can imagine, ... Hm-hmm! Think we could that much, if we did it that way?"

"Hmm! I doubt it, not me, at least. I've finger-fucked myself lots of times ... "

"Who hasn't?" Charlie interjected. Tricks continued: 

"With both hands and had multiple orgasms, well, three or four. Yeah, once, five, but I never came like Connie did."

"Hmm? Don't think I ever did it that many times. But we have doubled a couple of times." 

"I remember. Fucking good! Well that's not the right word."

"Almost that good." 

Tricks chuckled and asked: 

"When was the last time you had cock?" 

"You want one? Let me see. Sunday, two weeks ago."

"Better than what we do?"

"Hmm? Just different. Oh, of course, it was good. Hm-hmm! I was sitting on him. He was surprised when I wanted to rub myself, but then he loved it. I made him cum, just sitting on him, rocking my hips and rubbing. Oh, that was good, feeling his cock surging in my pussy, and then his hips twitched, and I could really feel him cumming in me. Can't feel that when we're fucking, you know, in and out." 

"Oooh! Does he have a friend?" 

"Hm-hmm! If you want to do that, I bet he does." 

They both snickered. Then Charlie chuckled and remarked: 

"And then I really fucked him. Had I cum with him before? Whatever, if I had or hadn't, I wanted to fuck. I love to be on top. I sure did then."

"Mmmm! He'd better have a friend. How did you meet him? On one of the teams?"

"A girl's brother. He wanted to congratulate me after my goal a week earlier." 

"And did, and wanted to date you?" 

"Something like that." 

"And just after a first date?" 

"I didn't want him to think that we're all lesbian."

"Hm-hmm! Guess you demonstrated that." 

"He was a little worried about his sister." 

Tricks snickered and said: 

"She could have shown him." 

"Did you? Your brother?!" 

"He knows I like boys. Hmm? Don't know if he imagines what we all do." 

"Probably, maybe just not you." 

"And if he does? Hm-hmm! I wonder if he can do it as good." 

"Lick your pussy?" 

"Or yours." 

"If he wants to try," Charlie replied with a snicker. 

They both chuckled and agreed that they should sleep, then with more chuckles when one suggested that they could again in the morning. Charlie turned over, and Tricks reached around and held her breast. One way or the other, that was how they always went to sleep, but this time Charlie was suddenly reminded of the hand that had held her breast after her goal. 

Whose could it have been? It had to be a girl she hadn't slept with; one of them wouldn't have done that. Who else? Connie, the pussy fountain, geyser? But she had also been on the Under-21 squad; could have done that long before. Why hadn't they ever hooked up? It must have been one of the new, younger girl, one that had transferred for another club. Which one? If she wanted to hold her breast, it must mean something. Did the girls in her club all do what she and Tricks and Cat and Connie did - and all the rest of them? She fell asleep with her hand on Tricks'. 

It wasn't there in the morning. Charlie was awakened by Tricks' moving back and urging her to roll back, and then Tricks was curling down over her. Her mouth found Charlie's warm, soft nipple. For a moment, Charlie didn't know where she was, where they were, but it could only be Tricks waking her like that. Her nipple stiffened, and she gave a soft, encouraging "um-hmm." 

Tricks caught it between her teeth and nodded with chuckle. Her hand slid up and cupped around Charlie's other breast, who responded with more pronounced hum of approval. She knew what Tricks was going to do next. After she had aroused Charlie's other nipple, her hand slid straight down to her pussy. Charlie rolled her thighs apart with another hum of approval and finally opened her eyes, pleased to see that it was just dawning; there was plenty of time for her to do whatever Tricks wanted her to do in return. 

Tricks' fingers reacquainted themselves with her pussy, gently spreading her lips and finding her inner ones, not yet trying to arouse her, waiting for her pussy to go moist. It was so nice and familiar! Charlie knew Tricks would wait until she drew her thighs up to suggested she do more. Then she suddenly wondered if Tricks' fingers were feeling how Connie's pussy had been different, like her tongue had recognized differences between Tricks' and Cat's pussies. They were all a little different, but all so good, even the couple that looked kind of sloppy with bigger, wrinkled inner lips, but they were just as good when she could suck and nibble on them. 

She hummed; Tricks was rubbing over her clitoris. Forget about other pussies; a fingertip was rubbing over her opening. Was it already wet? She drew her thighs up. Tricks sucked on her nipple and nodded, and the fingertip probed. Tricks nodded again with a chuckle. Charlie's thighs drew up more and flopped apart. The finger slipped easily in, and they exchanged chuckling moans. The finger squirmed in her. Then it slipped out, to Charlie's surprise, but she understood why, when Tricks hand slip up and she release her nipple and sucked on her finger. They both chuckled again. 

Then her hand was back on her pussy, and one and then two fingers were squirming in her. Charlie moaned, appreciating that Tricks was also sucking her nipple again. She held her other breast, thinking: okay like this, just fingers but just as good, more like a cock. 

When a third finger was in her, it really was more like a cock. They couldn't fuck as deep as one could, but they could do something a cock couldn't so intentionally do - stupid cocks. Tricks' "intelligent" fingers knew where her g-spot was and knew what it wanted. Charlie moaned and pinched her nipple, as her hips twitched. Her other hand was now hugging Tricks' head to her other breast. 

"Fuck!" she blurted. Tricks' hand was jerking in her pussy, her so wet, clutching pussy, and her hips were jerking, trying to accentuate the movement of Tricks' hand. Her thighs were quivering uncontrollably. She was gasping and groaning. She came! Tricks growled. Charlie's thighs snapped together on her hand, clamping to hold it still. 

After a couple of long sighing, deep moans, she exclaimed softly: "Fuck! That was good." 

Tricks nodded. Charlie's thighs flopped open again, as she relaxed with more long sighs. Then suddenly Tricks' hand was jerking again, just as vigorously. Charlie gasped. 

"Fuck! Again?!" she thought, but her hips were already twitching again. Her pussy wanted it, even if she could only question if she did. If her pussy wanted it, she had no choice and let it happen all over again. When her thighs clamped together again, she held them together until she had recovered enough to think to grasp Tricks' hand and hold it still. Then her legs relaxed, her feet sliding down the bed. 

Tricks chuckled, keeping her fingers still, but murmuring: 

"That was good. I loved it, but now you'd better do it to me. I'm almost as wet as you are."

"I'll try. Just like that, the same way?" 

"Hm-hmm! Any way that is as good." 

Tricks rolled back and put all three fingers in her mouth, then snickered and asked: 

"Did I ever tell you that you taste good?" 

"Hm-hmm! Almost every time, I think. You do too." 

They grinned at each other, and Charlie rolled towards Tricks and did everything she had. The only difference was that after Tricks' second orgasm she didn't grasp Charlie's hand. Charlie released her nipple and looked up at her questioningly. Tricks smirked and said: 

"If your fucking fingers aren't too tired." 

"You're a fucking fiend!" 

"Maybe. If you want, next time you can have another one." 

"Fuck!" Charlie muttered and did with her fingers. 

* * * 

On the way to training on Monday, Charlie was a little surprised that she hadn't thought again about that hand on her breast, then chuckling as she rationalized that two orgasms Saturday night and two more Sunday morning probably had been enough to take her mind of sex. Now, however, she was wondering again about the hand - whose? On the way to the clubhouse, she recognized one of the new girls approaching on the other side of the street. 

At the start of the training, she was again congratulated for winning the game for the team. She included Cat, saying: "But only because Cat kicked such a perfect pass." After the training, the back-washing under the showers did include a few breasts, but it stopped with that. After games, especially games away when they were sharing rooms, they all let it become more suggestive. 

Outside the clubhouse, Charlie waited on the other side of the street for the other girl. She didn't seem to notice Charlie, until she walked in the same direction, away from where she normally would. When the girl did notice her, she stopped and let Charlie join her, giving her a slightly embarrassed smile. Charlie smiled back with a quizzical shrug. The girl, a tall, slender defender, smiled wryly and murmured: 

"Yeah, if you're wondering. Sorry, my hand." 

"I was wondering, didn't mind, just surprised." 

"It was just there, suddenly; shouldn't have kept holding it. Sorry." 

"No need to apologize; you know what goes on here."

The girl, Bobbie, almost laughed, looking more at ease, and replied: 

"I sure do now, don't mind either, but I was surprised the first time after a game."

"I've wondered sometimes what went on in the other team's clubhouses." 

"Hmm! Not that, at least not in my former club. Oh, I think we all knew about some girls, but just those, if you know what I mean. Whatever, under the showers it wasn't like that. But that wasn't what I was suggesting." 

"I didn't think so," Charlie replied - not entirely honestly. 

After a few steps, Bobbie wrinkled her nose and replied: 

"That's good. It was just there, in my hand. Jeez, I was really surprised the first time someone offered to wash my back, but everyone else was. We just washed each other's back, but I saw that a couple of others were, ... well, you know."

Charlie nodded, after another step remarking: 

"Kind of infectious." 

"Hmm? Something like that. If that's the way it is here, ..." Bobbie remarked with a slight smile. 

They took a couple of more steps, then she continued: 

"Oh, of course, I was a little curious about what girls did together. Well, I could imagine that, of course. Hm-hmm! And a couple of guys had, better than what a couple of others hadn't." 

They both snickered, exchanging grins. Bobbie grinned wryly and said: 

"Yeah, well so, when one of you didn't just want to wash my back, I let her and did too. Mmmm! Maybe I always wanted to hold someone else's, since we started wearing bras."

"I think I did too," Charlie agreed, but wondering if she had back when she needed a bra more than her classmates. 

Bobbie smiled and remarked: 

"Guess I don't have to tell more. I'm glad I'm on the team and ... how it is with you all."

"And you do a great job on defense." 

"Thanks. We don't get so much credit in the back field." 

"Unless there is a corner and you can head it in." 

"Not yet. But you wouldn't be kicking the corner, not like Cat's pass to you." 

Charlie recognized the veiled inference that Bobbie understood that she and Cat hadn't just been under the shower together, suddenly wondering if the goalie paired off with a girl who had made a save that would have gone against the goalie's record. She liked the idea and hoped so, then suggesting: "Maybe that isn't the only way to meet new girls." 

Bobbie almost grinned, nodding. Charlie nodded with a smile and added: 

"Doesn't have to be the only way."

Bobbie's eyebrows shot up. Charlie wasn't sure if she was really implying that she wanted sleep with Bobbie or just making conversation, then rationalizing that it would be good to include her with the girls at the other end of the field, rationalizing again that it would give her more confidence as a new member of the team. They took a couple more steps in silence, then Bobbie murmured: 




"GOAL"



"I like to do it. Wasn't sure I would, but, of course, you all do." 

Charlie nodded and replied softly: 

"I wasn't either, the first time, ... but if she had wanted to ..."

"Hmm! Something like that!" Bobbie replied with a grin. 

They looked at each other with smirking smiles. Charlie chuckled and murmured: 

"Don't hold it here on the street." 

"Oooh! How did it occur to you that I was thinking that?"

"Wishful thinking," Charlie replied with a grin. 

She rubbed her arm over her aroused nipples, noticing that Bobbie's had also popped out. It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need to for her slender figure, Charlie thought, recalling having seen her naked, but her nipples had been very attractive and were more so now, especially after their conversation. Bobbie noticed her glance with a wry smile. To Charlie's surprise, she didn't rub her arm over them, just murmuring: 

"Also wishful thinking, ... that mine were a little more like yours."

"I like them like they are, especially that way."

Bobbie glance down at the prominent bumps in her blouse and then over at Charlie's face with pleased expression. 

"Wouldn't just want to hold them," Charlie murmured, surprised at her spontaneous remark. 

"Yours too," Bobbie replied softly, then blushing. 

"Both of us." Charlie murmured 

She suddenly thought to see if anyone could overhear them. No one could. She looked back at Bobbie. Her blush had faded. She licked her lips and replied softly: 

"If you want to?"

"If you want to?" Charlie responded.

Bobbie nodded, blushing again. Charlie nodded in reply, also licking her lips. 

She wished that she could also blush, almost regretting that she had had first-time sex with so many girls, all of them, but it had never started like this, always starting under the shower, sort of a part of the team spirit: we both know we're going to do it, like everyone else does. Even the first time, when she had been eighteen, it had been like that, surprising, but not like this with Bobbie. This was entirely new - and better - she thought. And it was a whole lot better than the first time with a boy that she could remember. But she and Bobbie hadn't yet, but they were going to. Charlie licked her lips again and murmured: "I want to." 

Bobbie nodded again with the softest moan and held her hands over her aroused nipples. Her fingers squeezed her small breasts against her palms. Then she sniffed with wry expression, as though she hadn't realized what she was doing. Her hands dropped, and she replied: 

"I do too, but not like in the showers, you know. I've gotten accustomed to that and don't mind when a girl wants to start like that. Hm-hmm! I guess I don't mind which one. I've never started it that way."

"I know what you mean. I like this better. Have I ever started it that way? Not the first time with anyone - I think." 

Bobbie nodded with smile and agreed: 

"Yeah, that's what I meant. After we have already, she and I, well, then it's my turn to go first." 

They both nodded and chuckled. Then Bobbie asked: 

"Don't you usually come to the club from the other direction?" 

"Yes, but I can walk around the block, not much longer."

Bobbie didn't immediately reply, but Charlie saw her nipples pop out again. Then Bobbie almost whispered: 

"Want to come to my place for supper. I can make sandwiches or something - got some soup." 

This time it was Charlie's nipples that popped out, before she nodded and replied: 

"That would be nice, thank you." 

They both smile slightly and shrugged, then smiled better and chuckled softly. They walked faster in silence and were soon at Bobbie's studio apartment. She opened the door and let Charlie enter. Charlie glanced around and didn't have to wonder why she looked for a moment longer at the bed before she heard Bobbie close the door. 

"Nice," she murmured as she turned back her. Bobbie was just standing there with an intent expression on her face and with aroused nipples. Charlie's popped out, and she saw Bobbie's hands move slightly as she took a sudden breath and then exhaled sharply. She was looking at Charlie's breasts, at her nipples. Her eyes looked up at her face. Charlie nodded very slightly, then smiled slightly and asked softly: 

"Who wants to hold them first?" 

Bobbie suddenly began to laugh, and Charlie then also had to. When they had recovered from the release of nervous tension, their nipples had relaxed. Bobbie chuckled with a grin and replied: 

"I already have, one." 

"Just one, and I haven't yet," Charlie replied, returning her grin and raising her forearms. 

Their nipples popped out again before they both had their hands near the other's breasts. They chuckled and just rubbed the backs of their fingers over them. Their chuckles shifted to soft moans as they looked in each other's eyes, both unconsciously pursing their lips. Bobbie moaned again and murmured: 

"I don't think we ever kissed before we had done something, ... or were doing it."

"I don't either, but then we sure did."

"Uhm-hmmm," Bobbie agreed, turning her hands and holding Charlie's breasts. 

She held Bobbie's. She had been right: she wasn't wearing a bra. Bobbie must have had a similar thought; she murmured: "Not your sports bra." 

They both chuckled, fondling each other, their fingers doing to each other's nipples what they knew would feel arousing on their own. They moaned again, and then Charlie murmured: 

"Maybe I should take it off." 

Bobbie nodded with a moan. They let go of each other and began to take off their polo shirts. Bobbie hesitated, waiting for Charlie to have hers off first. When she reached back to unhook her bra and it was loose, and she was about to slip the straps of her shoulders, Bobbie pulled her shirt off. They looked at each other, in their eyes, then at their bare breasts and aroused nipples, and both sighed with a moan. Their hands moved to hold them again, but then Charlie's moved to suggest they embrace. Bobbie's immediately did then too, and their hands slid around the other's sides. Their breasts touched, and then they embraced, and after only a moment's hesitation their lips met. 

It took another moment before they agreed which way to tilt their heads, and then their tongues found each other, both equally eager, as they pressed their hips together, not like girls usually hug each other. Their hands explored up and down on their bare backs. When one's slid down and held the other's ass, the other girl's immediately followed, and their hips rocked up closer together. 

Charlie wondered how they would go further - how, not that they would. Then Bobbie retrieved her tongue and murmured: 

"My panties are all wet."

"Mine too." 

They exchanged moans, hugging, then chuckled and released each other, and began to take off their slacks. Bobbie chuckled again and said: 

"Maybe they aren't that wet."

"But we don't want them to be," Charlie agree with a grin. 

Bobbie nodded, returning her grin, as Charlie added, stepping out of her slacks: 

"But I liked that you mentioned them."

"Had to say something," Bobbie replied with a shrug, stepping out of hers. 

They both snickered and stripped off their panties - not without glancing at each other's shaven pussy. They both glanced at Bobbie's bed, then at each other and nodded. Bobbie took the couple of steps to it and flung back the covers, then looked back at Charlie. She wondered how they would do it, taking turns or both at once. They looked at each other, their eyes wandering up and down, taking in the other's aroused nipples and stopping to look at the other's pussy. Charlie could see the slight bulge of the hood of Bobbie's clitoris at the top of her pussy lips and wondered what Bobbie was thinking about the sight of her own pussy. Bobbie moaned and murmured: 

"I can't wait."

"I can't either," Charlie agreed. 

Bobbie sighed with a moan and lay down, her head below the pillow, and opened her thighs. As Charlie joined her, she had the sudden thought: so much for more than just holding each other's breasts; they could lick and suck them another time. Then her head was on Bobbie's thigh and her thigh sliding up under Bobbie's head. Charlie did have preference about pussies; she loved pink, virginal looking ones like Bobbie's, still almost closed, so sweet looking. 

But she wasn't a virgin, with boys, nor with girls, Charlie was quickly reminded, when Bobbie slid her hand under her waist and then was grasping her ass with both hands and burying her face between her thighs. She'd said that she couldn't wait. She hadn't. Charlie did the same, silently thanking her teammates - which ones? - for introducing Bobbie to the pleasures of girl-girl sex. She had said that she liked to do it. She did, she could, she was! Was what she was doing more arousing because they hadn't started like all the times under the shower with all the other girls? 

Charlie thought it was, not just what Bobbie was doing, also her arousal at enjoying Bobbie's pussy. 

It was many minutes later. Bobbie's moans had been vibrating on Charlie's clitoris. Bobbie's hips had rocked and twitched in response to what Charlie's mouth had been doing, but not more than her own hips had responded to what she had been doing. Had she been as wet as Bobbie - mini squirts? It had felt like it. She hoped Bobbie had enjoyed them as much as she had, their taste and that she had given her such a good orgasm. Or had it been more than one for both of them? Bobbie must have relished it both ways, continuing after her first little spurt and wanting Charlie to continue to arouse her after hers. 

They had rolled apart, after long sighs fondling one of the other's beasts without arousing nipples. Since Bobbie hadn't said anything, that it had been so good or the like, Charlie wasn't sure what to say, wondering if Bobbie was too surprised or chagrined that she invited Charlie to come to her apartment, that it bothered her that she so immediately wanted to have sex, now having to admit to herself that she had wanted more than she had realized. Bobbie still didn't say anything. Charlie chuckled softly and rubbed Bobbie's nipple and said: 

"We forgot that we didn't want to just hold them."

"Didn't forget, just did get around to that, didn't wait to." 

Bobbie's reply was in a matter-of-fact tone, and she rubbed and then squeezed Charlie's nipple. They both chuckled cheerfully and played with the nipples, finding the other one. Charlie liked her reply. Why tell each other it had been so good, when they both knew it had been and had been so agreed that they wanted to. Was a question about that why she and other girls did say that after it started in the shower? It didn't matter; she liked Bobbie's attitude, especially when Bobbie chuckled again and said: 

"I still want to."

"Me too, just wasn't sure that you did." 

"After this?! Of course! But not before going to the bathroom." 

She sat up, and Charlie did, smiling at each other and rubbing the backs of their fingers over both of the other's nipples, smirking at each other. Bobbie got off the bed. Before she turned to go to the bathroom, she grinned and added: "Or before supper." 

Charlie nodded with a surprised grin and followed her to the small bathroom. They both used the toilet and washed their pussies and faces with Bobbie's washcloth, after agreeing with chuckles that there was no reason not use the same one, since they were both just washing off what they already had enjoyed tasting. Charlie was delighted with Bobbie's now so easy attitude, quite different what what she had expected when they had started talking on the street. 

When they saw their clothes on the floor, they chuckled again and picked them up, smirking when they both felt their panties. Charlie remarked facetiously: 

"Not really 'all wet'?" 

"Not like you made me."

"And like you did me." 

They smiled with nods and began to make supper, still naked. After a couple of minutes, Charlie said: 

"I don't have anything else to do this evening, except laundry - can wait." 

"I couldn't wait,"Bobbie replied with a grin. 

"I couldn't either, but the laundry can." 

"Nice laundry." 

They grinned. Bobbie had mentioned heating up a can of soup, but they forgot about that and didn't make sandwiches with all the things Bobbie had gotten from the fridge. When she started to put them back in the fridge, leaning down, Charlie couldn't resist standing behind her with her hips against hers and reaching down and fondling her breasts. Bobbie just nodded with a chuckle and said that they were for dessert, Charlie's too. 

They ate, sitting at the small table, exchanging smiles, smirks, chuckles, glances at each other's breasts and seeing nipples pop out, reason for more chuckles. When Charlie stared too long at Bobbie's aroused nipples, she brushed her forearm over them with a grin and said: 

"Dessert: can't have them till we finish our sandwiches, yours either." 

They both moaned with grins. They quickly finished eating, both mostly staring at nipples, sometimes with a glance down at their own, when they felt them pop out. When Charlie then circled one with her finger, Bobbie complained facetiously: 

"Stop that! That's cheating!" 

Charlie grinned and circled her stiff nipple once more, but stopped. She knew how they were both going to suck each other's nipples, like she and Cat had, wondering if Bobbie had done that. They took their last bites and both glanced over at the bed. With growling chuckles they got up. Charlie wonder which of them should lie down first, then immediately thought it would be better with Bobbie on top, her small breasts hanging down, not that they could much, but better than their flattening out, if she lay on her back. 

Charlie hurried to get on the bed first, lying well down from the pillow. Bobbie looked a little surprised, until Charlie gestured for her lie with her feet at the headboard. With a nod and moan, she did, looking down at Charlie with another moan and aroused expression. Charlie squeezed the base of her breasts, making her stiff nipples rise. Bobbie dropped down over her, and her hands replaced Charlie's. Their mouths found a nipple. They both moaned, both at their delight to nibble and suck, and at the arousal of feeling their nipple being nibbled and sucked, also at feeling fingers arousing their other nipple. 

Bobbie's head and shoulders shifted, and then their other nipples were being sucked and nibbled, and another set of fingers was squeezing, twisting and pulling on the wet nipple. That was repeated a couple of times. When Charlie's thighs twitched and then twitched again, drawing up and flopping open, Bobbie nodded with better moan and a last, stronger suck and dove down over her. Her head dropped between Charlie's thighs. Her pussy was right over Charlie's face. She just had to raise her head and her mouth was on it, her tongue immediately tasting that Bobbie's was as wet as she knew her own pussy was. 

Bobbie confirmed that with lick of her tongue and delighted moan. She immediately accepted Charlie's urging them to roll on their sides, saving her the effort of holding her head up. With their heads on each other's thigh, they curled up and were like they had been before, and everything else was like it had been before. No, it was better, Charlie thought, when both tongues began to do the same thing the same places. It was almost as though she were licking her own pussy! She couldn't remember that having ever happened before. She didn't want to, wanted it to be special with Bobbie. 

After the first time that happened, one of them stopped licking, but the other one continued until the other's hips twitched. She relented with chuckle and rocked her hips up, inviting the other one to arouse her the same way, to the verge of an orgasm. She did, also then relenting. They both chuckled at the new way they had learned to prolong their aroused pleasure. After a few moments to recover, they both started again, their tongues immediately doing the same on the same places. To Charlie, it was clear that Bobbie also had the feeling that she could be licking her own pussy. 

Before it got too arousing, she let Bobbie continue. This time she really almost came, but Bobbie stopped in time and let Charlie arouse her. She did, managing to stop in time, but aware that Bobbie had also been closer to an orgasm than the time before. God, she thought, they knew each other so well already! 

They tried to repeat that all again. This time Bobbie let her continue, but at the first twitch of her hips, Bobbie grasped Charlie's closer and began to lick again. For a few moments, it felt like they were licking their own pussies again, but then neither of them could resist the temptation of tasting the other's wet - wetter - orgasm. They did, with convulsing bodies and pulsing moans, muffled by where their faces were. It was a lot longer before they could recover enough to roll apart. 

When they had, Bobbie crept around, and Charlie pushed herself up on the pillow. They embrace, their thighs comfortably drawn up, interlocking. They kissed, just enough with their tongues show their agreement, then lay there in silence, almost dozing. Finally, Charlie gave Bobbie a light kiss and murmured: 

"I've got to go home, reluctantly, very reluctantly."

"Mmmm, wish you didn't. It was never like this."

"Nor for me. Next time in my place."

"Mmmm! Just not under the shower." 

"Our secret, even if on trips something else has to happen."

"I guess it will. Just our secret." 

They got up. Holding her breast and pussy, Bobbie watched Charlie get dressed, who wondered if they should kiss again, but she just reached out and held Bobbie's other breast. They smiled. 

"Now we're even; till next time," Charlie said and departed.



Goal Achievement



"She did well," Thomas said as he held the chair out. Maria fairly glowed at his praise as she sat, blushing as she avoided her husband's eyes. Ron had drinks ready for them as they rejoined him at the table. "Not perfect, but for a first time, she did very well." He sat and lifted his glass to Marie. "Here's to you dear," he said, clinking her offered glass, then turned to Ron. "And to you; thank you, Ron," he commented. "You should be very proud of her." Subconsciously Maria gathered her sweater to herself at her neck, then touched the scarf on her head. She glanced up under lidded eyes, and immediately relaxed to see her husband smiling broadly. A wave of relief and grateful warmth flooded as she saw his reaction and she returned his smile. 

"No, thank you, Thomas," Ron replied, then turned back to his wife. "And congratulations, Marie. Always knew you had it in you." 

She blushed again, feeling as timid as she had before, but with a sense of completeness and relief that it was over. A sense of accomplishment, too, if she were honest with herself, and a tingle of pride ran up her spine. Yes, she told herself, I did it. And I did it pretty well. She sipped her drink. And, she admitted as she sipped, it was fun! 

"So," Ron said, putting his glass down and leaning across the table. "Spill it," he whispered hoarsely. "Tell me what happened!" The eagerness in his voice fairly exploded, and Marie felt her elation burst to the surface and shatter her timidity. 

"Oh, Ron, it was amazing," she bubbled, "so exciting; so, I don't know. Dangerous? No, that's not right. Thomas was there, so I felt very safe; he took good care of me." She thought a second. "But so naughty! So wild, and dirty and exciting!" She turned to Thomas. "Thank you for that; for taking care of me, and making sure it went well. I'm so grateful!"

Thomas grinned. "You already expressed your gratitude, Marie," he quipped, but tilted his glass to her. She looked at Ron and blushed again. 

"Oh, that's cute, you're embarrassed!" Ron grinned, but not in a mocking way. More jovial and admiring, she thought, and her chest swelled with pride. "So, come on, tell it!" 

"Well, Thomas brought me up to the room. Ron, I was so nervous, I was practically shaking," she whispered. "Before we went in he made sure I was okay, assuring me that there was no danger, and that if I wanted, I could back out." Her eyes darted around the room. "A part of me did. I didn't want to, but I was afraid I couldn't go through with it, or that I wouldn't, you know, be good enough." 

"You're always too critical of yourself," Ron interjected. 

"Here, here," Thomas confirmed, tipping his glass to Ron this time. 

"You know what I mean," she apologized, "I wanted it, WE wanted it so badly, I didn't want to screw it up." 

"And you certainly did not," Thomas smiled broadly.

Her eyelids fluttered appreciatively and she turned back to her husband. "So anyway, he spoke to me, and calmed me down, and I finally said, yes, I'm ready, and he took my sweater and opened the door." Her eyes lit with excitement. "It's funny, you know, because I knew what to expect, and yet, when they were right there, in front of me, it was still a surprise, almost a shock." Her head angled. "Because it was real, then, I guess. But there they were. All three of them." She bit her bottom lip. "Oh, Thomas, it was suddenly real, no stories anymore, no 'I'm gonna' or 'what it will be like'. It was real, it was happening, and I swear, my legs went weak. Her nostrils flared as she blew out a breath, her face heated. "My pussy just gushed at the excitement, and I couldn't talk." She smiled sheepishly. "But we weren't there for conversation," she jibed. 

"What did they look like?" 

"Oh, he got good ones, Ron. All tall; well, taller than me, for sure, and sexy, too, if not classically handsome. Two of them were sitting, but the black one stood, and they all looked at me, and their faces, Ron; oh, they were just oozing sex and desire!" 

"For you," he told his wife eagerly.

"Yes, for me; gods, it was incredible. They wanted me, wanted what I was there to do, and they didn't hide it; it showed in their faces, in the looks they gave me. And I felt them, felt their desire." She leered. "Of course they were all naked, and their cocks were fabulous, partly hard already. Oh, God, I was hot, and I went weak in the knees." 

"Very convenient, that part, eh, Marie?"

She blushed again at Thomas' good-natured ribbing, and she swatted his arm. "Don't make fun," she admonished without anger. 

"I'm not; it was perfect. You dropped right to your knees," he said, his hand reassuring on her forearm. He turned to Ron. "You should have seen her, walking in, all wide-eyed and astounded, staring at three men with cocks all for her," he chortled, "and she just drops to her knees. It was perfect."

She saw her husband's eyes go wide. "I couldn't hold myself up, I swear. I just fell down." She looked at him. "And it started, just like that. One of the sitting men got up, put his drink down, and walked to me, right into my face. He just stood there, expectantly, just, I don't know, presenting himself. His cock was so close; I could smell him, feel the heat from him, and I was so hot, so horny, on my knees before him like that. Oh, Ron, it was just like my fantasies!"

She bit her lip again, and her eyes closed a little. "My hands went right between my legs, right up my dress, right there in front of him, Ron, and my mouth opened as I rubbed my pussy, and I took his cock in my mouth." Her words were lower, heated, as memory flooded her, returning the sensation. "I sucked his cock; I felt it harden in my mouth, and I put one hand on the shaft, and pushed fingers into my pussy, and I sucked his cock, right there in the room, with Thomas and the other men watching me." Her words gained heat and intensity without volume, and she watched her husband's face show its appreciation. "Oh, it was so good, feeling his hot cock in my mouth, enjoying him filling my mouth, knowing they watched, they SAW me, just like I imagined it." She knew he would be excited, that he had probably been aroused the whole time, and that telling him was probably making him hard as steel. She flushed at the knowledge. It was exciting her, too. 

"I'm getting excited again, telling you," she confessed. 

"I'm about to turn the table over with my cock," he leered. "Don't you dare stop!"

She had a flash of imagination, Ron's cock exploding from his pants, huge and throbbing, flipping the table over, and her sucking him off, right here in the hotel restaurant, in front of the patrons. Her pussy twitched and pulsed, and she resumed her tale.

"Well, there I was, fingering myself, sucking this man's wonderful cock in full view of Thomas and the other men; it was good, so good, so hard and hot, and I loved it, loved feeling him in my mouth. And then he put his hand on my head, and started pushing, and I thought, oh, shit, here it comes," she rambled, "he's going to fuck my face." She sucked a breath through gritted teeth. "I nearly came at the thought, the anticipation, to have my mouth used, to be watched as I took his face fucking," she hissed, "but when he started, holy shit, it was even better than I could have imagined!" She took a deep breath. "He started slow, pushing into my mouth as I moved my head, and then deeper, bumping the head of his cock against the back of my mouth. I gagged a little, and it was so hot, so dirty. I wanted him, Ron, I wanted him like we always talked, I wanted him to use my mouth, to take me, force himself into my throat, make me choke and gag and spit on his cock," she whispered hotly. "And he pushed harder, then, and I felt his cockhead push past the back of my mouth, forcing my throat open, and he held me, and held it there as I coughed and drooled, and then he pushed all the way in. Fuck," she exhaled, "it was so good, such a relief to have it finally done, to have a big hard cock forced into my throat; I could barely breathe, and I was scared, and elated, and oh, so fucking horny. I shoved my fingers inside me as he shoved himself in my mouth, and then he pulled out and I coughed spit out all over his cock, and I came! God, I came so hard, and then he was back inside, cramming his cock in my mouth, forcing himself into me, pounding my face against his stomach. I felt his balls on my chin, splashing the drool. I knew it was soaking my shirt, and I didn't care, I wanted it, wanted to be used, wanted my mouth to be a cunt for him," she confessed, as she had so many times in the past. 

"He fucked my mouth so good, Ron, everything we ever dreamed and more, God, it was wonderful. I heard the other men saying things, dirty things, but I didn't hear them clearly from the noises coming from my throat. But their voices and tone made me hotter, and I dug at my clit as he fucked my face, and I felt it then, his cock swelling, that extra hardness that comes right before, you know," she related, "only this time in my throat, not my mouth, he was going to cum as he fucked my face, and I rubbed my clit, and my orgasm hit me as he pulled back a little, and he filled my mouth with his hot cum!" She took a shuddering breath. 

"It was so good, so hot, and he filled my mouth with his load before he pulled back a little and shot the rest of it on my face, just like we always hoped and dreamed!" She shuddered a little, reliving the memory, so fresh. "There was so much, so much cum, and all for me, all because of me, and I came, hard, with my mouth and face coated in his hot cum."

"What a slut you are," Ron admired. 

"Now, I am," she confirmed proudly. "But we were just getting started, and I had two more hard cocks to fuck my face. The first guy pulled out, and then the black guy was there, and without a break he shoved his meat all the way into my mouth. I didn't even have time to swallow."

"He fucked your mouth while it was still full of cum?" Ron asked, wide-eyed.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, he just took me, took over where the first guy left off. Shoved his cock right down my throat, sliding through the first guy's cum. He pushed into my mouth, and cum spilled down my chin and down my throat as I swallowed him." She blew out a breath. "Oh, you should have seen his cock, Ron, so big and black and fat in my mouth. He really stretched my jaw," she said, moving her chin back and forth for effect. "I saw my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, so white on his dark shaft, and it was so hot, so fucking sexy." She grinned sheepishly. "I saw my ring, my wedding band, and I thought of you, down here, waiting for me, and I wanted to make you proud, and fulfill our fantasy." She reached across the table and took his hand. "I love you," she said, "even more for this," 

"Me, too, baby," he returned, and for a moment it was just the two of them, Thomas forgotten despite his role as facilitator of their fantasy fulfillment. He gripped her fingers tightly. "But please, don't stop the story now!" 

They laughed together as only a couple in love will do when one confesses a desire they both hold. "Well, you should have seen his cock, Ron; it was so big, so fat. Thomas really found the perfect black man for us, he was hard and black and he pushed it into my throat so good. He filled me and choked me, and gagged me, and I was delirious with it," she continued. "He had both hands on my head, forcing himself deep into my throat, forcing it in. Where the first one was slow, he was hard and fast." She panted a little. "He fucked my face like a cunt, I swear; oh, my God, Ron, he gave it to me good. My fingers were back in my pussy, and he hammered my face. I came twice while he fucked me, and then, when I felt him get close, he pulled back and I held his big balls. I felt them pulse in my hand, and he pulled out of my mouth. I just knelt there with my mouth open, just the way we pictured it, my tongue hanging out, and he exploded on my face!" She felt herself breathing hard with the description, and struggled to control the volume in her voice. "He shot his cum all over my face, baby, all over my slutty, cocksucking face; it was hot, and there was so much, so much cum, shooting on my cheeks and my nose, and into my mouth." She swallowed, her mouth parched from the telling and breathing. She took a sip of her drink. 

"When he finished, the third guy got out of his chair. He'd been sitting there, waiting for his part. And he did it, just like we wanted. The other guys sat down and watched, and he came to me, got me off my knees. I knew what he wanted; knew he knew what I wanted, and I knew he wanted it, too. I could see it on his face. He was perfect." She took another sip. 

"He led me to the couch, laid me on my back with my legs up the back of the couch, and hung my head off the edge, you know? Like the videos we saw? And he stood over me, so tall, and big and powerful. So controlling. He had just the right attitude." She turned to the other man. "Really, Thomas, it was perfect. You did such a good job picking him." 

"Glad I could help," he acknowledged, tilting his glass. She returned the salute, and turned back to her husband.

"He stood over me, straddling my head, and he lowered his ball sack into my mouth, made me suck his balls." She leaned in, closer, lowering her voice. "He made me take both his balls in my mouth at once; they were shaved smooth, and they were big, and full, and they felt so good, rolling against each other in my mouth. I could have sucked his balls all night, I swear," she confessed, feeling a rush of heat in her face.

"But he pulled them out, and with my mouth still open, he pushed his cock into my mouth. My head hung down, and my mouth was open, and my legs were in the air, my skirt fell away and everyone saw my fingers in my pussy as he angled his cock to my face, and pushed it in. The first two guys came closer, and Thomas was never far, and they watched and commented as his cock slipped into my mouth and directly down my throat. My face was covered in cum, and my saliva drooled down my face. I felt someone stroking my neck, feeling the bulge as his cock filled me. He pressed his balls on my nose until I couldn't breathe."

She inhaled deeply, as if reliving her shortness of breath from earlier. "He pulled back, and he just pile-drived my face then. Upside down, my spit was running down my face, into my nose, my eyes, thick and wet and sloppy, making a mess of me. I wanted him to never stop. And oh, he didn't stop; he went on and on, fucking my face like a cunt, pushing straight down my throat, fucking it like one hole as I gagged and coughed and swallowed his thick shaft. I felt like I was losing consciousness a few times, my vision clouded, and I couldn't breathe, and he kept me on the edge like that, delirious with desire and lust for his wonderful face fucking cock."

"When he finally came, he pulled out, too, just like I wanted, and shot my third load on my face, with my mouth hanging open, mixing with the cum and spit covering my face. It was in my eyes and nose, and hair, and running in my ears; I was a used, cum-covered face fucked mess. Thomas rolled me off the couch as the guys dressed and exited. When I sat up, I was dizzy and short of breath, and I could taste and smell and feel cum. My throat was raw and my jaw ached. And my pussy, despite all the fingering I'd done, well, it was on fire."

Ron, thinking the story over, turned to Thomas. "Seriously, Thomas, we can't thank you enough for making this happen for us," he poured.

"No additional thanks needed, Ron," Thomas grinned, "glad to be of service, and Marie has already expressed her gratitude."

Marie saw her husband's eyes return to her own, saw the question there. "I wanted it so bad," she explained, "I was so happy, so grateful, and so fucking out of control hot..." she trailed off, and lowered her eyes a second, then stared directly into his. "After they left, and it was just us, God, I needed it so bad, WANTED it so bad, and I was so happy it had gone well-" once again, the biting of her lip, the hesitance, the memory. "When the door closed and Thomas turned back to me I was already on my knees, my skirt pulled up-"

"She offered her pussy to me, Ron."

"I did. And he took it, oh fuck, he took it hard, and fast and full. His cock was inside me in a single stroke, filling my dripping hole. I was on the couch, my tits hanging, cum and drool dripping off my face and tits, slinging all over. I came almost instantly, so hard, so fast I screamed; I swear I almost cried; it felt so good. He did me hard and fast, and called me names and slapped my ass. I had just finished cumming when he pushed his thumb in my ass, and I came again as he shot his cum up my cunt. It was only a few minutes, but WHAT a few minutes..." She stopped, looking at her husband; his mouth was open, his face tight. "Oh, God, Ronnie, did you just...?"

Ron exhaled deeply, and refocused his eyes before grinning. "Fuck," he whispered. "I couldn't stop it. That was hot!" 

She felt her eyes widen as her mouth dropped open. "Oh, Ron! From the story?" She broke into a sudden smile, and felt the squishy heat between her legs. "Well," she smiled, "you better have another one in you for me when we get home!"

"If you tell that story again, I will!"

"Okay, lovebirds," Thomas interrupted, "it feels like our evening is coming to a conclusion." He pulled his chair away and stood, but bent to the table to speak in a low voice. "I suggest you get yourselves home and fuck yourselves silly." He stood. "It's been a pleasure working with you both. It's not often, in my line, that I meet people that actually enjoy each other's fantasies."

"Oh, Thomas, thank you," Marie emoted. "You've given us a wonderful gift."

"And I have received one in return; the chance to see two people in love, sharing a fantasy, and enjoying living it out, seeing it real, and both enjoying it." He smiled. "It makes it all worthwhile." He tipped his head. "If you ever feel the need to express yourselves again, please feel free to call." And he stepped from the table and exited the restaurant.

Ron cleared the check, and they made their way to the car, holding hands like lovers. "So tell me," he asked as they approached, "what's with the scarf?" 

She sat in the passenger seat as he held the door. "Oh, I nearly forgot." Her hand reached up to her head, touching the fabric. "I wiped my face, and I had the sweater, you know, to cover my shirt," she told him, looking up at him. "But my hair was a wreck when we finished; wild and messy, and streaked with cum and drool." She slipped a finger under the fabric. "It's still wet." 

"Take it off for the ride home," he suggested, "the sweater, too." And she smiled and whipped it from her head, shaking her damp and unruly mess, then unbuttoning and pulling her arms from the sleeves of her sweater, discarding it. She sat back in the seat, proudly displaying the damp streaks on her shirt, her tangled and clotted hair, and smiled brightly up at him. "That's better," he told her, and bent to kiss her. "And next time. I'll be right there with you, to see your face, too."



Goal, Right Between The Posts



It was a typical lazy Sunday afternoon in mid-January. Outside the sky was gray, the wind was howling, and snow was blowing. The kind of day you just want to stay in, curl up in front of the fireplace and sip hot coco. He was sitting in his recliner totally engrossed in a football game on television, I was lounging on the couch deep into a steamy romance novel that I don’t even remember the name of now. 

The characters in the book were making hot passionate love and I kept reading the same page repeatedly feeling the warm stirrings and little tingles begin deep within my womanhood. 

Instinctively, my hand crept to my breasts and I could feel the hardness of my nipples through the fabric of my sweatshirt. Before I realized it I had slipped my hand underneath my shirt and was circling them with my fingertip and gently pinching them between my fingers. A soft moan escaped my lips and quickly I glanced over at him to see if he had heard. 

He was oblivious to what I was doing so I continued. My hand sliding down my tummy to the clasp on my jeans and unsnapping it, then slowly lowering the zipper and slipping into my panties that were already damp from my excitement. 

I softly rubbed my fingers over the outer lips of my hot pussy, feeling the wetness of my mound before sliding a finger between them to find my clit At first, I just teased it a little, then as it grew hard I pushed another finger in and rubbed them on either side. My pussy was so wet and juicy that my fingers glided smoothly, in no time, my hips were gyrating slightly, and I was grinding my clit into my hand. At some point, I had closed my eyes and was lost in the moment, not even knowing that I was moaning louder than before, and breathing heavier but there was no way I could stop now. He and the book were forgotten as I brought myself to an intense orgasm. 

When I opened my eyes, he was standing above me, the zipper of his jeans open and his massive cock in his hand. In the glow from the roaring fire in the fireplace, I could see the drop of precum glistening on the end of it.

I reached out with my finger, still wet from my own cum and swiped his juice, bringing it to my lips and tasting it…MMMMMMMMM I moaned. 

I looked into his eyes I could see the need and in one swift move, he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and with ease, pulled them and my panties off at the same time. 

His hands ran back up my legs stopping at my knees and pushing them apart. His soft lips kissed the tender skin of my inner thigh and I heard his slow, deep intake of breath as he took in the scent of my sex. 

I spread my legs even wider and he spread my lips apart with his fingers as he buried his face into my dripping wet pussy. His tongue lapping up all the cum dripping from my cunt, before sliding it up my slit to flick across my still throbbing clit. He gently sucked it into his mouth as he pushed his finger into my cunt, finger fucking me. 

I slid my fingers into his hair and pulled his face tighter to me as he curled up his finger that was inside me touching my g-spot. I was right on the edge as he stopped and stood, he removed his jeans and knelt back between my legs. 

Ever so slowly, he rubbed the head of his hard cock up and down my wet slit before popping it into my cunt. I squeezed my pussy tight around him as he pushed deep inside, both of us letting out a moan at that first thrust. 

I brought my knees up to my chest allowing him deeper penetration and he held onto my shoulders, plunging his hard throbbing cock in and out of me. As his urgency grew and his rhythm increased so did our hot breath. 

I began screaming his name and bucking against him, my finger nails digging into his shoulders and pulling him yet deeper into me. His hard rod filled my pussy.

We both shuddered with ecstasy as the explosive orgasm overtook us, collapsing together just in time for the winning touchdown to be scored. He looked down into my smiling face, kissed me deeply and said TOUCHDOWN!!



GOALS, DREAMS, and LIFE



Hi everyone. There is no sex in this story, sorry. I want to thank my wife for her help with this story. Her insight has kept me in the realm of reality. Well mostly.

One little aside here. Recently I made a comment about Anonymous Andys. I meant to chastise those that write comments anonymously, denigrating my stories and me for writing them. I have no problem with constructive criticism or an honest critique of my work.

On the other hand I may have inadvertently insulted those who give an honest critique but do so anonymously. To those people who offer constructive criticism and appraisals anonymously, I apologize and ask you to keep them coming. They ground me and help me to become a better writer.

As always comments are requested and appreciated. Thanks for reading my story. Enjoy.

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I have a goal in life to work for and a dream to achieve. My whole adult life I have been working toward that dream. This is the story of my attempts to attain my goal and achieve my dream.

Hi, my name is Andrew Lakota Callaghan. What can I say? My father is Irish and my mother is a half blood Native American, Sioux to be exact. People normally call me Drew. I am 6 feet tall and about 200 pounds. Good looking in a rugged way with black hair. My eyes are a piercing blue or so I've been told. Friends say that when I'm angry that my eyes turn steel gray in color. Don't know myself, never looked in a mirror when I was angry. 

The hair comes from the Sioux and the eyes from the Irish. Because of my Sioux heritage I look like I have a tan all year round. I am built like a runner, maybe because I run marathons. 

I was 22, a senior in college carrying a double major when I met Caitlyn Brady. My classes in Animal Science and Computer Science kept me pretty busy. Consequently I usually go out just on the weekends. I fell in with a group from the dorms and began to go for pizza and beers or just beers. The men's and women's dormitories were across the street from each other and we had a good mix from both. 

There were sixteen to twenty of us that flowed into and out of the group. Caitlyn and I seemed to naturally pair up on these excursions. The fact that we were both from the same area in Montana was the first attraction. Caitlyn is from Big Sky, and I'm from Ennis. We weren't dating exactly; we just went along with the group. Usually we ended sitting together.

Caitlyn was of Irish extraction also. She was 5 feet 7 with a slender body. Slender I said but not skinny. Her hair is auburn, worn long and she has green eyes. Caitlyn is a fine Irish lass.

As we got to know each other, we would talk for hours. Often the rest of the group would leave while we were talking without us knowing that they were gone. We would laugh about it and walk back to the dorms together. There were several different places and things we enjoyed together. I became so comfortable with her that I gave her a nickname and began to call her Kitty about half the time. It was a safe friendship for me because I didn't have time for a romantic relationship. 

My class load and my plans after school didn't leave much room for love. I was going to school on a U.S. Navy ROTC scholarship. The Navy would pay for my education as long as it could be used by the Navy. After graduation, I would owe the Navy five years active service.

The Computer Science major was for the Navy and the Animal Science major was for me after the Navy. You might ask why a boy from land locked Ennis Montana would join the Navy. The answer was because that Naval scholarship was the best offer I had and gave me a chance to go to college. My parents always took care of my three brothers, my sister, and me but there wasn't a lot left over for college.

I had been going out with the group and/or Caitlyn almost every Saturday. Near the end of the term, about three months before graduation, I began to have more than just friend type of feelings for Caitlyn. I thought I was falling in love with her. Great, just what I needed, a romantic relationship. Damn, the heart wants what the heart wants. The group had left us, as usual, and we walked back to the dorm alone. I decided to tell Caitlyn how I felt. 

As Caitlyn reach out to open the door, I took her arm and pulled her against me. I leaned over and kissed her. Just a nice little tender kiss, not a open mouth, stick my tongue down your throat type of kiss. She pulled back and looked at me with surprise.

"Drew, what are you doing? She was a little shocked I guess.

"I'm sorry Kitty, I like you very much and thought you felt the same." I was really embarrassed. "I won't bother you anymore. Sorry." I turned and left her dorm. Native Americans do blush, at least this one does. 

"Drew, wait. Come back, let me tell you........"

I was running by now and couldn't hear what she was saying. Damn, I'm an ass; I should have known that all Kitty had offered was friendship. I had destroyed our friendship by kissing her. 

Caitlyn called almost every day and I when I saw it was her I wouldn't answer. She left several messages but I never returned her calls. She even came by my dormitory to see me, but I managed to avoid her. There were a few more nights out with the group but every time Caitlyn would join the group, I would leave. If I started to join the group and she was already there, I would go somewhere else or return to my dorm. 

Shortly she quit calling and coming by my dorm. She also quit going out with the group. We would see each other on campus; we would nod and keep walking. I don't think we spoke twenty words to each other after the night that I kissed her.

I shouldn't have been hurt or embarrassed, but I was. As I said before due to my work load and my plans after school, I didn't need a romantic entanglement. Maybe so, but I still hurt, I was disappointed and I missed Caitlyn's friendship.

Caitlyn moved on and began to go on dates with Jake Houston; Jake was the quarterback of the football team. I would see them at the pizza joint and other places. Sometimes they were alone but often they were with a group of other jocks and their dates. Jake was a good size boy and very good looking. He was also a conceited asshole. 

I went to an art exhibit alone and saw Jake and Caitlyn come into the gallery. The exhibit was about Western Art. You know, George Catlin, Frederick Remington and others. How she got him to attend is a mystery. Jake was a good football player and could memorize plays and formations, but at everything else he sucked. Other than football, if his I.Q. was two points higher he could be a rock. 

They had only been there about twenty minutes when he started complaining and wanting to leave. He was like a rotten little kid that wasn't getting his way. Finally I heard him tell Caitlyn that he was leaving with or without her. I wasn't the only one that heard him, he was almost yelling at Caitlyn.

Caitlyn has a temper too and followed him out the door, ragging on his ass the entire distance. I drifted over to the front door to watch the fun. It looked like Jake was going to get his ass handed to him on a plate, at least verbally. I was about twenty feet from them and the unexpected happened. Jake stopped and turned to face Caitlyn and when she got close to him, he backhanded her across the face. Caitlyn fell to the ground.

I didn't know I had moved until I found myself standing beside Jake. He grabbed her hair and drew back his hand to hit her again. That blow never landed because Jake found himself flat on his back. He had his hands up to his face and blood was all over. 

The punch I threw released a lot of hurt, anger, and disappointment. My hand hurt and when I looked at it I could see teeth marks on my knuckles. I remember being so angry that I was shaking. Caitlyn screamed my name when I started after Jake again. It was a good thing that she did; I was so enraged that I might have really hurt him. I didn't mind hitting him, but it scared me that I could lose control the way I did.

First the security people detained me until the police arrived. They thought I was the aggressor and had attacked Jake. Caitlyn and several witnesses came forward and explained that I was protecting the lady and after that the police treated me with respect. Things calmed down and I offered Caitlyn a ride back to the dorm. 

On the ride home, she explained that Jake had asked her out when she quit running with our group. She was a little lonely and he was a good looking guy. So she said what the hell, why not? Caitlyn said it was a mistake. If the conversation wasn't about football or about the chance of turning pro or about parties, Jake was lost. He was totally one dimensional. She took him to the art exhibit to help him broaden his mind. Caitlyn said that when she told Jake he was as dumb as a stump, he lost it and hit her.

When we got back to her dorm, Caitlyn took my hand and looked me in the eye. "My knight in shining armor. Thank you Drew. Promise me you will call me tomorrow, okay?"

"I don't know if I will have the time, I've got classes....."

"Tomorrow is Sunday and you don't have classes on Sunday. Call me please," Caitlyn asked.

The next morning around 10:00, I called Caitlyn as I had promised. "Hi Drew, I want you to meet me in the courtyard of my dorm in ten minutes. I really want to talk to you and I need to do it face to face," she told me. 

I was sitting on a bench in the courtyard and Caitlyn come to sit with me. "Drew, why have you been avoiding me? And don't tell me you haven't been."

"Kitty I was ashamed and angry at myself for spoiling our friendship. I thought we had become more than friends but your reaction to the kiss that night showed that you didn't feel the same way."

"Why did you run off? I tried to stop you and talk to you then, but I couldn't catch you," Caitlyn told me.

"Like I said, I was ashamed and angry at myself. I was embarrassed and didn't want to face you," I admitted to her.

"Drew I reacted the way I did because your kiss sort of came out of nowhere. You hadn't said anything or acted in a way to let me know it was coming. I was trying to tell you that I felt the same as you, but you ran off. I want to get to know you better and see what could happen. I know you are leaving after graduation but we could have fun until you leave." 

To say that I was surprised wouldn't begin to explain how I felt. We talked for another hour or so and then went to lunch. Lunch led to more talking which led to dinner which led to drinks at a club, which led to dancing, which led to a very passionate good night kiss at her door. There were many evenings like this. 

Graduation was in two weeks and I had what I wanted and yet what I didn't need, a romantic relationship with Caitlyn. Unfortunately I had to leave for my first duty station the day after graduation. Three nights before the big event Caitlyn and I were in my room snuggling and pretending to watch television. Then came those dreaded words.

"Drew, we have to talk," Caitlyn said.

I don't care how strong, smart, and confident a man is, that phrase will strike terror into his heart. Very seldom does anything good come after hearing those words.

"Sure Kitty what about?" I dreaded the answer.

"We have had a great time these past few weeks and I care about you very much," she said.

"But," I questioned. I knew a zinger was coming.

"But you are leaving in a few days and I'll still be here. I won't follow you from duty station to duty station. And it's almost impossible to carry on a long distance relationship for a short period of time much less for five years." Obviously Caitlyn had something on her mind. She hesitated.

"Go on, what are you saying Kitty?"

"I told you that I care about you very much and I do. If we were together I think I could fall in love with you. But I won't follow you around and I don't intend to sit in my room waiting with baited breath for you to come home." Again Caitlyn hesitated, as if she really didn't want to say what came next.

"Drew I'm not going to wait for you while you're gone. I mean that I will go on dates if I want to. When you come home on leave or a break or whatever they call it, you and I can get together. It's too much to ask for either of us to be faithful for five years of separations and only see each other once every two months if we're lucky. I care for you, but I'm not ready to become a spinster waiting for you."

"Why are you telling me this?" 

"I don't want to mislead or lie to you Drew. I don't want to be a "cheating girlfriend" and all the guilt that goes with that. I care about you too much to run around behind your back. Can you understand?"

"Yeah I can, I don't like it but I can understand your thinking." I thought how fickle I was. I hadn't wanted a relationship because I was going into the Navy, then I wanted a relationship with Caitlyn and got it, and now she was being the more sensible of the two of us. Funny, I mean funny strange not funny Ha Ha.

"Okay Kitty as much as I hate to admit it, you're probably right. But can I keep you for myself for the next three days?" I said with a smile.

Caitlyn and I had never had sex. No, I don't mean we were virgins, I mean we had never had sex with each other. That changed over the last three nights that we were together before I had to leave. If I had known how close I would become to Caitlyn I would never had tried to be more than friends. I know that sounds really strange and on our last night together I realized how much it was going to hurt to leave her.

That night I attempted to get Caitlyn to change her mind about not following and being with me. I explained that my special training in computers would stop a lot of the bullshit that most new Ensigns had to go through. She wasn't convinced. 

Caitlyn told me she would come to visit me a lot if she could, but she didn't want to live with me full time. She said that we could also see each other when I came home, but she wasn't going to sit and wait for me. We had discussed this before.

Graduation would be a conflict of interests for me. I was happy and proud to get the two degrees that I had worked so hard for. But I was sad and unhappy to be leaving Caitlyn. The next morning after graduation, I would be sworn in as an Ensign in the United States Navy. That was another proud moment for me, but again bitter sweet. 

As I marched into the field house, I glanced at the audience. I saw Caitlyn but to my surprise my whole family was there also. Mom and Dad, my three brothers, and my sister were sitting next to Caitlyn. My parents had told me that they couldn't get away from the ranch right now and I assumed that none of my family would be at my swearing in. Somehow, I marched a little straighter and a little taller. 

After the ceremony, I met my family and Caitlyn outside the field house. My father shook my hand and my mother hugged and kissed me. Caitlyn just stood there until my mother sort of pushed her toward me and I got kissed again. My brothers were trying to kill me, punching me on the arm and slapping me on the back and my sister gave me a huge hug.

My mother said, "Drew I know this must be Caitlyn but you should introduce her properly."

"Yes Huku," I replied. (Huku is Sioux for mother) It was what all of the kids called her. It was a way to honor our Sioux heritage and our mother.

"Caitlyn, this is my family. This is my father and mother, Sean and Chayton; my sister, Chante (Sioux for heart) and my brothers, Jamie, Brian, and Donovan. Everyone this is my friend, Caitlyn Brady. We met here at Montana State, but she's from Big Sky."

My father and brothers all took Caitlyn's hand and sort of bowed over it. Mom and my sister gave her a hug. My mother said, "Big Sky is close to Ennis, we're practically neighbors, aren't we."

The whole "tribe" including Caitlyn and me went to a late lunch to celebrate. My family left around 4:00, they had a two hour drive to get home. The last ten miles was over a mountain pass and down into the Madison River Valley and you don't want to drive those mountain roads after dark. They could have stayed a little later, but my mom knew I wanted to spend my last night with Caitlyn.

Caitlyn and I did have an extra night together; I didn't have to leave until the day after I assumed my rank. I was glad for the extra night with her, but it made leaving even harder. She planned to stay in Bozeman and hoped to get a job using her brand new Business Administration degree. 

My first three months in the Navy were spent going to classes. Oh no, I had just got out of school and I'm right back in again. I was at the Officer Command School. The Navy thought I needed the extra education as my only experience was the one week end a month and two weeks every summer while I was in college.

I was given an eighteen day leave after completing the Officer Command School and went home to Ennis. Our ranch is called Wakhan Maka, roughly spirit world in English. My parents own the ranch of 411 acres outside of Ennis in the Madison River Valley. They raised beef cattle and horses, see that was why I carried the Animal Science major. My parents wanted to spend all my leave with me, but they knew I wanted to spend some time with Caitlyn.

Bozeman was about 85 miles from my home, and I was able to spend a few days with Caitlyn. She was working at a bank in Bozeman and was already an assistant V.P. We picked up where we had left off and spent several evenings together. I stayed with her at her apartment and we visited a lot of our old hangouts. A couple of other class mates had stayed in Bozeman and we took the time to visit with them. You can only spend so much time rolling around together.

One evening I tried to persuade Caitlyn to come with me. I explained that there wasn't much jumping around from base to base. She might have changed her mind but then she asked about the TDY assignments. I had told her about them in my emails.

"Your TDY periods would be no different than deployment to sea, Drew. I would either be waiting for three or four months until you came back or I would have to pick up and follow you. Nothing has really changed has it Honey?"

"I guess not Kitty, but after seeing you again I don't want to leave you here. Hey I've got an idea," I said. I was about to reach for the stars and I hesitated for a minute.

"What's your idea Drew?" Caitlyn asked with a little smile.

"You could come stay with me until I got a TDY and then come back home to be with your parents and friends. When I finish the TDY, you could come back. It's perfect, we get to be together and you aren't sitting around waiting for me. What do you think?"

"That wouldn't be a very stable life for me, now would it?" She was almost laughing at me. 

"It would be stable if we were married. I love you Caitlyn, marry me." That shocked her.

"Oh my God, you're serious aren't you? There are two reasons it wouldn't work Honey," she said. Caitlyn held my hands and continued. "Married or not, I would still be waiting for months for you to come back. Even if I was here I would still be waiting. But the most important reason is that I don't love you, at least not in that way."

That one put a hole through my heart. Again, I had assumed she felt the same as I did. I felt like I had blown it again. It was ironic, I was the one that didn't want more than friendship and I was the one fighting to have more than that.

Caitlyn leaned over and gently kissed me. "I do care for you and very much Drew. I didn't realize how much until you came home. But I don't love you, not the way married people should, at least not yet. Please don't be hurt, this isn't a rejection. It may just be a postponement."

That was our last night together; I had to leave the next day. She wanted to show me off so when we went out I wore my dress whites. We went to a steak house, had a nice dinner, and checked out the lounge. The lounge had a band and a small dance floor so we danced. Actually, it was more like holding and hugging each other to music.




GOALS, DREAMS, and LIFE



As we left the lounge, who should we run into but Jake Houston and a couple of his cronies. They were all under the influence of alcohol, drunk on their asses actually. I heard that Jake had blown out his knee and couldn't play football anymore.

Jake didn't recognize me. I could understand that, the Navy had added ten to fifteen pounds of muscle. Besides the only time I met Jake, I knocked him on his ass. But he did know Caitlyn.

"Well there's the little teasing bitch, herself. Hey buddy, you're not getting any of that. She won't give it up to any guy. I think she's a lesbo and you sell ice cream." He was referring to my dress whites. Jake was laughing at his wit. He was half right anyway.

Neither Caitlyn nor I responded to the drunken ass and walked passed him. As we got close he reached out and grabbed Caitlyn's arm. It was almost a repeat of the scene outside the art gallery. Down went Jake. He was on his back bleeding again and out of it. His two cronies started toward me.

I motioned for them to come on. There must have been something in my face or my eyes that warned them off. They backed away. I stepped over to Jake and said, "Jake that's the second time I have kicked your ass for abusing Caitlyn. Don't ever touch her again. Don't even look in her direction. This is your last warning; I promise you won't enjoy the consequences if you don't pay attention."

We were walking away Caitlyn was holding on to my arm and giggling, "Jesus Christ Drew, I never even saw you move. Now he has my arm and now he is on his ass. You're my knight in shining armor, again." She pulled my head down and kissed me, hard. 

The rest of the night was very special to me. We said good bye in the best possible way. The next morning I was off to Norfolk to work on an aircraft carrier. Caitlyn and I exchanged emails about every two weeks over the next six months. 

Arriving in Norfolk I made my first deployment with the fleet. We were on a Mediterranean cruise for three months. Surprisingly I never had a problem with being sea sick. As it turned out, that cruise was my first and last deployment with the fleet. The old line "join the Navy and see the world" was true for me, but I did it by plane instead of by ship.

I was basically stationed at either the Norfolk Va. Naval ship yards or Mare Island NSY Ca. There were also periods of TDY (temporary duty) usually for three to six months to Pearl Harbor, Puget Sound, San Diego NSY, and others. 

My job was to revamp, renovate, and update the computer systems on the ships of the fleet. I worked on everything from aircraft carriers down to frigates. You could have called me an I.T. guy, a computer nerd, or a techno geek in civilian life. That was the reason for the computer science major.

Caitlyn and I would chat or write each other by email. You really didn't expect a techno geek to actually hand write a letter and use snail mail did you? For the first four or five months we "wrote" at least once a week. That gradually slowed down to every ten days to two weeks. There was only so many times that you could say you missed someone and day to day details of life were a little boring. After my deployment, I got leave and came home for 14 days. After spending a week with my family I went to Bozeman and spent the last week with Caitlyn.

Not having a wife or girlfriend and not being interested in the bar scene, I had a lot of free time. Some of the off time was used to take correspondence courses, mostly in computer science. These were courses administered by the Navy and were intense. I started running again and even went to the gym three or four times a week. It wasn't long before I regained the shape I had been in while at college running marathons.

Two promotions, first to Lieutenant JG and then to Lieutenant made it easier to take leave. I was able to get a long leave about every six to seven months, duty permitting. I would usually spend half of my leave with Mom and Dad and the other half with Caitlyn. Two or three times Caitlyn came to visit me. It was harder for her to get away; she had her own career to worry about. My life went on this way for almost two and a half years. Then things began to change.

Shortly after my last visit, Caitlyn's emails began to slow down. Sometimes it was a month before she answered my emails. She didn't write about it, but I thought she had found someone else. Her last email told me she wanted to talk to me and would call me at 8:00 PM my time on Friday evening. I was back in Norfolk and there was a time difference. At 7:59, my cell phone announced that I had a call.

"Hello Kitty, how are you," I said when I picked up my phone.

"Hi Drew. Let's get past the chit chat, can we? This is going to be tough enough without trying to be adult about things." Caitlyn sounded like she was or had been crying.

"Stop crying Kitty. We'll handle it whatever the problem is."

"Drew I have met someone and think I'm in love with him. I know you were coming home next month and I wanted you to know before you got here. I won't be able to see you this time."

Because of the longer times between emails, I had thought that she had a male friend. I just didn't know that things had gotten this serious. My heart started to beat faster and I had a little trouble breathing. It must have been two minutes or so of silence.

"Are you still there Drew? Say something, please." 

"Yeah, I'm here. I don't know what to say, Kitty." I was hurting.

Caitlyn waited just a second or two then she said, "I had to tell you and didn't think it would be right to wait until you got home. That would have been cruel. I do care for you Drew, but I just fell in love with James. I'm sorry Drew."

"It's okay, I'll be fine. You always said that you would date; I guess I thought we would see each other when I was on leave until I got out and then we would be together. Thanks for telling me, it would have sucked to come home and find out then. Good luck Kitty, I hope you guys will be happy. Good bye." 

"Drew, don't hang u..........."

I hung up quickly; I couldn't talk to her anymore. Caitlyn had been honest with me from the start. I wasn't upset with her; I was just upset at the situation. If I had known that I would fall in love with her, I wouldn't have become her friend in college. Who am I kidding? Of course I would have, I couldn't have helped myself.

I hadn't spent many nights out at a bar drinking. But this was one of those times. I didn't want to go to the Officer's Club where the Brass could see me, so I went off base to one of the many bars outside the gates. Our curfew without a pass was midnight. I didn't have to be in my room by that time but I did have to be on base.

I was still at the bar at 11:00 and had no intention of leaving. Let 'em throw me in the brig I told the bartender; at that point I didn't care. There was an E7 (Chief Petty Officer) sitting at a table with two junior Chiefs and he was watching me as I downed several large bourbons. I thought he looked familiar but in my drunken state I was lucky to know my own name much less anyone else.

The Chief left his table and joined me at the bar. "Hello. Lieutenant, how they hangin?"

"Hey Chief. Your Casey right?" I finally recognized the Chief. He was very active in one of the churches on base. Chief Casey sort of sponsored and ran a youth group at the church. The church and the youth group had some computer problems, but there was no extra money to fix the equipment. That was how I met him.

I heard him talking about the problems to my assistant and offered my help. After checking out the computers, I thought the best solution was new or at least newer equipment. If there was no money to fix the existing computers, then there was certainly no money to buy new equipment. I told the Chief to give me a few days to find a solution.

The Navy had recently upgraded a few of their office PCs in the Quartermaster command and the old ones were in storage waiting to be sent to recycling. I talked to my captain and explained the situation and my idea. 

I wanted to sign out the old computers to recycle them. Instead I would wipe the hard drives, reinstall the operating system, add a few bells and whistles for the kids, and give the equipment to the church. 

Captain Hodges is my boss basically and is a salty old dog. He is also one of the kindest men I had ever met. After listening to me for twenty minutes, he held up his hand to stop me.

"Sounds like this operation could get furbared real quick. If this comes back to bite me in the ass, I'll have your hide Lieutenant." Then he gave me written authorization to recycle the old equipment.

I answered, "We could always say the operation was an example of redistribution of assets and inventory control, Sir. He laughed at me and waved me out of his office.

It took me about four days, working after hours to finish revamping the computers. Two of those nights, Captain Hodges helped me with the work. See, I told you he was really a teddy bear. We finished the work and gave the equipment to the Chief. The Captain and I now have prayers being said for us, every Sunday.

So that explains why a Chief Petty Office would help a lowly drunken Lieutenant. Chief Casey suggested that it was time for me to return to base and helped me back to the BOQ. (Bachelor Officers Quarters) Normally CPO's have nothing but contempt for young officers.

The next morning I was jolted awake by a pounding on my door. It was Chief Casey, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, bringing me coffee. I looked at him through bloodshot eyes and groaned.

"You are disgustingly cheerful this morning, Chief. Go away and let me suffer in peace," I responded to his good morning.

"No sir, drop your cock and grab your socks. I'm going to get you back in tiptop shape and we're burning daylight," the Chief told me. All I could do was groan again. He spent the next week, whipping me back into shape. I thought he was a sadistic and heartless man.

I spent the next 14 months bouncing around to different U. S. Naval yards and bases, doing what I do. During that time I had fixed the computers at the church several times. I had just returned to Norfolk after a one month TDY to the west coast and crashed in my room, mini jet lag I think. The next morning the Chief pounded on my door. 

"Didn't anyone teach you how to knock on a door without breaking it Chief? What do you want at this ungodly hour?" It was 06:30 and too early for me after the travel day I had yesterday. 

"The people at the church are throwing their annual picnic and you're invited. It's sort of a thank you for helping with computers. I wanted make sure that you were informed about the picnic Lieutenant," he told me.

"Thanks aren't necessary Chief. I was happy to help out. So give them my regards," I said thinking about going back to bed.

"It's too late, the picnic is today at 1100 hours. We need to get you some breakfast and then work the jet lag out of you. By the time you get cleaned up it will time to go to the picnic." 

"I could give you a direct order to leave me alone Chief. Don't make me do that." I was trying out the skills I learned at the Officer Command School.

"Please don't give that order sir. I would hate to disobey a direct order, but in this case I will. C'mon Lieutenant, it's no big deal, the kids just want to say thank you. Give em a break, will ya?"

"Okay, you are much too persuasive for my own good Chief. I'll be out in a few minutes. Why don't you wait in the jeep?"

"Don't need a jeep sir. We will jog over to the mess hall and get breakfast; then jog to the gym, work the kinks out and jog back here to get cleaned up for the picnic." Chief Casey was smiling the whole time that he was advising me of the torture he had planned for me.

"I was wrong Casey, you're not persuasive; you're the devil incarnate. What did I ever do to deserve you, Chief?" 

Chief Casey was smiling and chuckling and said, "You're just lucky I guess Sir." So began my morning of torture. 

Chief Casey and I arrived at the church picnic at 11:30. We were met with cheers from the kids and were thanked by their parents several times. The church members had all brought some type of food and in large amounts. If anyone went home hungry, it was their own fault and they didn't deserve to eat. 

We had BBQ pork, BBQ beef brisket, BBQ chicken, shell fish, and crab legs plus all the side dishes. I was going back for seconds on the BBQ, or maybe it was thirds, and met Maddie. We both reach for a chicken leg at the same time.

"Oh, excuse me," I said.

"No go ahead," she replied.

This exchanged was repeated and I thought it was going to be repeated a third time. Instead I said, "If we keep up this "after you Gaston" play, all the chicken will be eaten by someone else." As I said this, I used a napkin and put the piece of chicken on her plate. "There you go, problem solved," I said.

She started to giggle and then she laughed out loud. She got to laughing so hard that she was snorting a little. That made me laugh too. We must have sounded like two laughing hyenas before we could get control. As we wound down, I introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Drew Callaghan," I said.

"I'm Madelyn Richards, my friends call me Maddie," she answered and shook my hand. She had a strong grip for a woman.

We filled our plates with food and sat down at one of the tables together. While eating we talked. It was obvious that we were attracted to each other. Maddie was a teacher and some of the kids at the picnic were her students. Several times kids would come over and say hello to her. Many of them said thank you to me, some even gave me a hug.

"Oh, I just realized who you are," Maddie said with surprise. "You're the hero, the one that got the computers for our church." She seemed impressed. 

"I don't know about the hero part, but yeah I was involved in getting them." I told her.

Maddie and I spent most of the afternoon together, talking and walking around the church grounds. We finally realized that other than a few people cleaning up, everyone had gone. The picnic was over. 

I looked for Chief Casey, but he was long gone. I offered to escort Maddie home, but she said she would stay and help with the clean up and catch a ride with the pastor and his wife.

I must have shown my disappointment, because she handed me a card and said, "Here is both my home and cell phone numbers. Give me a call Drew and we can continue this conversation, if you want to."

On the way back to my room, I stopped at the NCO club, its better known as the "Slop Chute". Officers don't go to the NCO club, there is no rule against it, but it just isn't done. I stuck my head in the door, spotted Chief Casey and sent the seaman at the door to bring the Chief to me. Casey joined me outside with a puzzled look on his face.

"Okay Chief, who set this up?"

"I don't know what the Lieutenant is talking about," he answered.

"Bilge water Chief. When you use that third person "the Lieutenant" crap, I know you're involved someway. Give it up Casey." 

The Chief looked at me and smiled. "I just thought it was time for you to get back at sea again sir. Ever since that night that I brought you back from the bar, you have almost been a hermit. I thought it was time to break out your main sail again. And Maddie is a fine young lady."

I couldn't help but smile at his naval references. "Enough of the old salt talk, Chief. What the hell are you talking about?"

"Sir I know that your girl back home broke up with you and you haven't been doing anything but working and sleeping and that's no way to live. Maddie is a fine lass and she is a little sad too because her father was killed in a car wreck last year. For a Lieutenant you ain't a bad sort. I just thought you two could help each other."

"Okay Chief, I'll call her, thanks." On the way back to my room, I smiled thinking about the look of accomplishment on Chief Casey's face.

I called Mattie on Sunday afternoon. We met at a coffee house and spent the evening getting to know each other better. We made a date for the next Friday evening. Friday after dinner we did something really exciting, we took a walk in the park. Most of our dates were this intense, we would go to a movie and take a walk, or go to dinner and sit with coffee on a park bench.

Chaste little good night pecks turned into burning passionate kisses and we progressed from there. The romantic side of our relationship was a little difficult. I lived at the BOQ and Maddie had moved in with her mother after her father was killed. My quality of life had improved greatly when I met Maddie. The "L" word was beginning to be tossed around and thoughts of our future soon surfaced. 

In two months my tour would be completed and I had a decision to make. Stay or leave. If I re-enlisted for another five year hitch, the Navy would count the four years of college as active duty time. I would be 27 with nine years of active duty; I could retire with half pay after twenty years. 

If I did stay and retire with my twenty in, I would be 38. I would have a nice pension, Naval Exchange privileges, and medical coverage all at a fairly young age. The Navy was also offering a large amount of money as a signing bonus. In addition I was told that it was a cinch that I would make at least Commander and possibly Captain during my new enlistment. Not a bad deal at all.

The fly in the ointment was that I would still be in the Navy, not at home in Montana. The dream was to work the ranch with my dad and mom. I joined the Navy ROTC program because it was the only way to go to college. My goal had been to get an education that would be help make the family ranch more productive. My classes in animal science, natural resources range land ecology, and equine science would make my dream possible. 

I decided to talk to Maddie and ask her advice. She and I had become very close. I had spent time with her mother and we got along pretty well too. Although Maddie and I had never actually talked about marriage, the thought was in our minds.

After dinner and a little dancing at a club, Maddie and I were sitting on her front porch sneaking a few kisses and touchy feelys. When we had come up for air after a kiss, I asked Maddie for her advice.

I explained my two options and asked, "What do you think I should do Honey?"

"You believe those are your only options?" Maddie looked at me as I nodded my head. "I don't like either of them. There is a third option, you know?"

"What would that be?" I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Get out of the Navy and stay here with me, Drew," Maddie suggested.

"I hadn't planned on staying in Norfolk. If I stay in the Navy, I could be sent to another duty station. If I get out, I want to go home to Montana," I explained.

"Do you love me Drew? Do you see a life for us together?" Maddie surprised me with these questions. 

"Well let me see," I paused for a few seconds, "Yeah I'm pretty sure that I do." I said with a smile. I was trying to be funny and ease the tension that had come up. "And yes, I had thought about us being together, Maddie."

"Well, I love you and want us to be together too. But if we do get married or even just live together, it has to be here. I won't move to Montana nor will I follow you to your duty stations. I can't and I won't leave my mother alone. Besides this is my home and I don't want to leave here. So where does that leave us?" 

"I don't know Maddie. The thought of living anywhere but Montana has never crossed my mind. At least not until the Navy made that offer to me. I need some time to think about all this. I'll call you tomorrow." I kissed her good night and walked back to the base. Instead of reaching a decision, now I had more to think about. 




GOALS, DREAMS, and LIFE



It was about 10:30 when I got back to my room. On the cab ride back, I thought about this new wrinkle that Maddie had hit me with. I was no closer to a decision and really didn't know what to do. My philosophy had always been, if you had a problem or need help go to the smartest person you could find. I decided to call my dad. Because of the time difference between Norfolk and Montana it was still early back home and he should still be awake.

Dad answered the phone on the second ring. He must have been in the kitchen because that's the location of the only phone in the house. My dad always said you could only talk on one phone at a time so why have more in the house. 

He is not the most techno savvy guy in the world, so no cell phones for him. It's just as well; you can't get a signal in the Madison River Valley. Something to do with being surrounded by mountains. Dad did like email though; it saved time not having to hand write letters or notes and such.

"Hi Dad, its Drew," I said when he answered the phone.

"I know Lakota, I know your voice." Dad liked to kid me about my middle name. In our family when a child reaches 10 years, he or she could choose their own middle name. I chose Lakota to honor my mother's people, but mostly to honor my grandfather. He was a full blood Sioux and told me wonderful stories, instructed me in wilderness skills, and taught me the way of the Sioux.

"What's up boy? You don't normally call at night, so what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?" Dad was very perceptive. 

"I have a tough decision to make and just wanted to talk to you about it, Dad. Don't want you to make it for me, just help me reason things out," I told him.

"Tell me how I can help you son." My dad was done kidding me; he knew I needed his help.

"I told you guys about Maddie and me, the last few times we talked. Well something unexpected has come up and I'm not sure how to handle it," I explained.

"When is the baby due, boy?" Dad had quickly made an assumption and as usual when you do that you are wrong.

"No, No, she isn't pregnant Pop. I think I'm in love with her but she and I have a problem."

"Drew, the Lakota have a saying, "Don't ask a beaver how to be an eagle". If this is about love, I think we need to talk to an eagle. I'll get your mother on the phone," Dad told me.

Mom got on the line and after the how are you, are you eating enough, are you well, asked how she could help me. So began a 30 minute dissertation on my problem. Should I stay in the Navy? Should I get out of the Navy and come back to Montana? Should I get out of the Navy and stay with Maddie and her mother in Norfolk? Each of these options was discussed at length. 

As usual, my mother cut through all the horse manure. She asked, "Do you love Maddie enough to give up your goals and dreams? The Navy has offered a new goal, but you could still live your dream after you get out. You must love her enough to be happy with her and not wonder later on if you made the right choice." 

"Thanks Mom, my thoughts are clearer now. I'll call you when I've made my decision. I love you guys." 

The decision was still mine to make, I had never intended for my folks to make it for me. The reason for calling them was to get an outside perspective on my problem and therefore gain a better insight. Mom had certainly given me something to think about. My mind had enough for today so I went to bed. I would attack the problem fresh tomorrow morning.

I got up the next morning and my problem hadn't gone away. It was still there. However I had a better way to examine the options now. I had just finished brushing my teeth and the rest of my morning routine when someone started pounding on my door. It had to be Chief Casey.

"Come in Chief," I yelled.

Chief Casey entered the room and asked, "How do you know it was me, Lieutenant?"

"Everyone in the free world knows how to knock on a door. You have apparently never acquired that skill, so you pound on them," I told him as I laughed. "What's up Chief? You need something?"

"Well sir, I think you are sailing in waters that are full of reefs and could use some guidance" the Chief said.

I looked at Casey and then started laughing again. "What the hell are you babbling about? I have no idea what you just said. Try it again in plain English, will ya Chief?"

Casey smiled back at me. "Lieutenant, I believe you need someone to talk to about your decision concerning re-enlistment and Maddie. I know it's really none of my business. I hope I haven't overstepped my bounds, Sir."

"Chief Casey, I have three things to say to you."

"Yes sir," he said as he snapped to attention.

"Before I start, knock off the Sir and Lieutenant crap, okay? And don't stand there at attention like a damned keedet at Annapolis. First, why should I listen to you concerning my possible re-enlistment? Second why should I listen to you about Maddie?" 

"Okay Drew, this is personal so the rules about rank don't apply. As to your first question, I've been in the Navy for 23 years and can give you some idea of what it is like to be a sailor for that long. The next thing is I introduced or set you up with Maddie, so I'm sort of involved too.

"I can see your reasoning Casey. Yeah, I would like to talk to you."

"You said you had three things for me. What's number three?"

I paused for about 30 seconds and then asked, "Do you really understand all that naval talk about sailing and reefs and all that?"

It took Casey a second to get it and then we both started laughing. A good start for a serious discussion. We spent the better part of the morning discussing the pros and cons of a career in the military. I had a much better understanding after talking to Casey. We broke for lunch.

After lunch the Chief and I sat and looked at Hampton Road Bay. We continued our discussion, shifting to Maddie. I explained to Casey what Maddie had told me. I also told him about the talk with my mother.

"Your mother sounds like a smart lady. I'd like to meet her and your dad someday," Casey said. "She's right you know, regretting your choice to stay here with Maddie would destroy what love you had for each other."

"I know. I have to be sure, whatever decision I make. Talking to Mom and to you have helped to make up my mind. "

"You know what you're going to do, Drew?

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure but I want to talk to Maddie again before I make a final decision. Thanks for your help Chief."

I called Maddie and told her I would be at her house at 7:00 tomorrow night. She agreed to see me. The next evening, I rang the doorbell at 6:59. Maddie invited me in and led me into the family room. She told me that her mother had gone to a church social. The tension in the room was intense.

Maddie offered me coffee or a drink, which I turned down. "Maddie, I have thought a lot about your statement that you wouldn't leave here. You asked me, no told me that if I wanted to be with you that I had to give up the Navy and give up my dream of living at the ranch. Are you sure that's what you want? Is there any chance you might change your mind?"

She hesitated a little and said, "No, living here is what I want to do, I won't leave. I know it looks like I'm giving you an ultimatum, I didn't mean it that way. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

"I know, and I'm glad you told me. It would have been tragic to find out after I committed to you. I have three options and only one of them allows me to live on the ranch. We've talked about the ranch and how I feel about living there." I paused for a little and continued.

"My mother asked me a very good question. She wanted to know if I loved you enough to give up everything else to be with you. I've decided what I'm going to do."

"What do you want to do Drew?" Maddie wasn't sure how this was going to go.

I hesitated; this was going to be hard. "Maddie, I love you. But for most of my life, ever since I was seven or eight, I have had a dream of living and working on the family ranch. I can't give that up, not even for you."

Maddie had tears in her eyes by the time I finished.

"We would be happy for a while, but I would start to regret staying here after a few years. It would be harder on us then than it is now. So, I guess this is good bye. I hope you find someone that shares your dream Maddie."

She sat there for a minute looking sad and then responded, "I'm sorry we can't be together Drew. Thank you for being strong for the both of us. You don't have to say good bye yet. There are still have a few weeks before you leave, we could still have some good times together."

"No Maddie, it would be better to make a clean break. It's less painful that way. Thanks for your friendship and company. I hope you will be happy." I gently kissed her and left. 

It was sort of ironic when you think about it. Caitlyn didn't love me enough to follow me while I was in the Navy and I didn't love Maddie enough to stay in Norfolk with her after I got out of the Navy. Life can be shitty sometimes.

A week later I notified my Captain that I wouldn't be re-enlisting. I was going home to Montana. I called my parents and let them know that I would be coming home soon. Chief Casey and I had a few beers together and I thanked him for all his help. I invited him to come to Montana and visit the ranch. Casey liked to fish and we have some of the best trout fishing in the world in the Madison River Valley.

My time was finally up. All the paper work was done and I packed everything I wanted and donated what I didn't to Goodwill. After five years in the Navy, I had surprising little to pack and take home. I had told my folks I was coming home but didn't say when. It was going to be a surprise. I didn't own a car so an airplane, bus, or train was the only way to get home. Then I had a great idea, maybe the mother of all great ideas.

The money I received from the Navy (mustering out pay) upon completion of my enlistment would be used to buy a motorcycle and ride it home. See I told you it was a great idea. What stuff I had could be shipped home. I had ridden a motorcycle all through high school and before I went to college. When I was accepted into the Navy ROTC program and started school, I sold the bike to a friend. My old bike had been a beat up Honda Shadow Spirit, but it was time to graduate to a Harley.

I had about ten days to finish up and leave. That was the amount of time I had to find and buy a Harley. A phone search was instituted as this was the best way to cover the most ground in the shortest amount of time and there are a surprising number of Harley dealers in the area. I was looking for a pre-owned Harley instead of a new one. 

The new ones could run as high as $20,000 and that was stock. By the time you added some custom accessories you would be talking real money. I loved bikes, but didn't believe I loved one enough to spend all of my available funds. In my mind I had about half of that figure to use. I wanted to bring some money back home with me. 

Let me add here that during my time in the Navy I had saved a substantial sum of money. I lived on base at the BOQ for about four dollars a day; I ate at the base mess, and bought almost all of the things I needed at the Naval Exchange. Not spending a lot of money on dates , drinking, and gambling enabled me to save most of my pay.

I found a used Road King with fuel injection at one of the nearby dealers. It was fully decked out and a beautiful red color. I had always ridden speedy smaller sports type bikes and this Road King was a touring bike. The asking price was a little high, but I thought I could negotiate a better price.

Up jumped Chief Casey to help out the lowly ex-Lieutenant. How he knew that I was looking for a motorcycle, I haven't any ideas. Maybe Chief Petty Officers are omnipresent and see all and hear all. I don't know but he had a deal on a bike for me. 

Another chief was shipping out and had to sell his Harley, like right now. He had paid half down and financed the rest. Because of marital problems he had to get rid of the bike before he shipped out. If he didn't his soon to be ex-wife would get the motorcycle and give it to her boyfriend and the chief would rather take a loss on the bike that let the jerk that was nailing his wife get it.

Casey said I could get the bike for what the guy owed on it plus a couple of hundred dollars to the chief. Basically I would be taking over the payments and the bank would be happy. Casey and I went to look at the bike and it was love at first sight. What a magnificent machine, just the thing to ride home to Montana. The Harley was a 2005 Heritage Softail Classic with less than three thousand miles on it.

Chief Jackson, the seller, tossed me the keys and told me to ride it around for awhile. He and Casey would have a beer or two and wait for me. I had ridden the Harley for less than ten minutes and was sold. Depending on the cost, I had just bought a motorcycle. I drove back to Jackson's and parked in front of his house. He and Casey were sitting in front waiting on me.

"You're back pretty quick Lieutenant, I thought you would be gone for at least an hour," Jackson said.

"No need, if we can get together on price I'll take it. And save the Lieutenant crap, I officially got out yesterday. Call me Drew; I'm a civilian puke now. How much Chief?"

"Well Lieutenant, I mean Drew; I owe eight thousand at the bank. I would like that much plus one hundred dollars. The hundred will get me drunk for a week. What'da you say?"

"Eight thousand one hundred huh? I can't do it Jackson," I answered.

"Damn Drew I can't go any lower than that, the bank has to be paid," Jackson complained.

"No I think nine thousand is all I could spend on the bike. What'da you say Chief?" I know, why spend money I didn't have to. But Jackson was getting the shaft put to him by his wife; no need for me to pile on. Besides I was going to spend twelve thousand for a bike that wasn't as nice as this one. All that and yeah, I'm soft hearted. Maybe I was soft in the head too?

"Who taught you how to negotiate a deal, Santa Claus? You sure Drew?"

"Jackson a man with your thirst should have more than one hundred dollars to depend on. Take or leave it."

Needless to say, I rode my new bike back to my room that night. Casey followed in his car and stopped to say a final good bye. I was leaving in the morning at first light.

"That was a nice thing you did, kid. I'm proud to have served with you Lieutenant." He snapped to attention and gave me a parade ground salute. Then he slapped me on the shoulder and left. Casey never got to visit me in Montana and go fishing at the ranch.

I found out much later that he was killed in a training accident two weeks after I left. Chief Casey will be missed by the U.S. Navy, the kids he helped at the church and his multitude of friends and fellow sailors. Mostly, he will be missed by a lowly ex-Lieutenant he befriended. God Bless you Chief.

The next morning at sun up I began an epic journey home. It was epic to me if to nobody else. It is almost twenty five hundred miles to the ranch. If I rode straight through, I could make it in about thirty six hours and die when I got there. 

Riding a motorcycle is not like driving a car. A bike takes a lot more out of you physically than driving a car. You have to control the bike all the time. Maybe someone conditioned for long rides could have gone non-stop, but I wasn't in that type of condition. 

My plan was to put in about ten to twelve hours a day on the interstate highways and hope to get in eight hours a day once I got on the secondary roads. Plus I had to allow time for stops to look at interesting things. 

If I could average five hundred miles a day, I could get there in five days. Maybe I would have to allow another day for sightseeing. A plane would have been faster, but this way I got to buy a motorcycle and I would see a lot of the interior of the U.S. Good deal all around, I thought.

It actually took me eight days to get home. I did some exploring on the back roads and ran into bad weather a few times. When it rained more than a little, I would hole up in some small town and wait it out. I didn't want to take the chance of dumping the bike, or me.

There may a prettier place to ride a bike than into the Madison River Valley, but I've never seen it. Until I do, my valley will suit my needs. I finally pulled into the drive at my home under a full moon, shut off the bike and sat there taking it all in. Sitting on my bike in front of the house killed all the second guessing I had been doing. Finally, I was back home. I felt complete and ready to start working on my dream.

I must have sat there for twenty minutes, thankful to be back. The screen door to the house banged open and my sister came shooting across the yard toward me.

"Drew, Drew," she screamed. "Mom, Dad, Drew's back home." I climbed off the bike and she jumped into my arms.

"Hello Chante, my you have grown into a woman, while I've been gone." I looked over her shoulder and saw Mom and Dad standing on the porch. They had stood in the same place and the same way when I left to report to the Navy. I sat Chante back on her feet and walked to my parents.

I stepped onto the porch and my mother said, "Tanyan yahi (welcome home) Lakota." My mother uses the people's language when things are important to her. 

"Hau Huku," I replied. (Hello mother) "Hiya Pop, how you doing?"

"I see you brought me a big Harley to use to herd the horses." Dad was laughing.

The next hour was spent with my mother trying to stuff me to over full with food, me telling everyone about my trip and then explaining about the bike.

"So you bought it just to help out this Chief Jackson, did you?" My dad has a wicked sense of humor.

I thought I would rest for a couple of days and then get working on the ranch. The next morning at 0 dark thirty, my dad kicked the end of my bed. "You not on vacation boy, we've got stock to feed and chores need doing. Let's go."

Now I felt like I was really back home. Dad never cut me any slack. He always said that if you just sat and stewed about a problem two things would happen. You wouldn't solve the problem and you would get depressed. There was always too much work to do to be depressed. Dad's sort of cool sometimes.

The next month was spent getting reacquainted with all the things that have to done on a horse ranch. After dinner each evening, I had no trouble getting to sleep. Even with all the changes in my life the last couple of weeks, I was too tired to dwell on any of them. See Dad was right.

My brothers were all working in different places across the world. Hopefully they could all get home soon. The three of them had made careers for themselves outside our valley. James works as a driller on oil rigs all over the world. Brian lives in Seattle and did something with airplanes. Donovan was teaching at some upscale school in California. My sister Chante would start school at Montana State in Bozeman in the fall. That was my old school.

On a Sunday evening, Mom, Dad, Chante, and I were sitting on the porch watching the sun sink down behind the mountains. We were reminiscing about some of the people I knew from the valley, you know what were they doing, who married who, how many kids did they have, that type of thing.

"You ever hear from Caitlyn, Drew," Chante asked me. Chante had liked Caitlyn very much. Mainly because Caitlyn had listen to her when Chante talked. We brothers tended to ignore our little sister.

"I haven't talked to her since she called me to tell she had fallen in love with some guy named James. Something like that always seems to kill a relationship," I answered Chante. If I didn't know better I would say I sounded bitter.

"Still bothers you some does it boy?" Dad said. "Did you ever call her or write her to tell her or ask her to wait for a couple of years?"




GOALS, DREAMS, and LIFE



"No, Dad. She made it plain that she wanted this guy instead of me. I wasn't going to be second choice," I told him with a little heat. 

"Lakota, I never thought I would see you give up. Get beat maybe, but not give up," Dad said. Dad never called me Lakota unless he was upset with me. He sounded a little disappointed. 

"What could I do, she told me not to come see her when I came home on leave. She said she didn't want to hurt me, but I think she didn't want James to know about us. So I just stayed away."

"Son, have you ever heard the story of John Little Bear?" My dad was smiling when he asked that. I thought and then shook my head no.

"Sean, don't. Lakota doesn't need to hear that story. It will just confuse him," my mother said. Now I was curious.

"I wish the Lakota Sioux had a word for bullshit. It will give the boy something to think about. Besides, I like to brag about it." Dad was laughing. Mom was blushing.

"When I met your mother she was tending a Native American handicraft stall at the festival in Butte. There was a young man with her, one John Little Bear. I didn't know that your mother and John were sort of engaged. Their families had an understanding that Chayton and John would marry some day." Dad stopped to get a fresh cup of coffee.

"It wouldn't have made any difference to me if I had known. I bought some trinket from her just to get a little closer to her. She gave me my change and looked into my eyes as she thanked me. I felt what the Italians call "the Thunder Bolt", and I knew. I told your mother that I would marry her someday."

Mom broke in with, "I was so shocked, not because of what your father said, but because I felt the same attraction that he did. John saw the look that passed between us and heard what Sean said. John wasn't a happy man right then."

My father smiled at my mother and continued, "I knew there would be trouble when John followed me out of the festival grounds. He came up to me and told me to stay away from Chayton. She is my woman he said. I told him, he couldn't be sure if he had to warn me away. Then I said that "Wakan Tanka" (the Great Spirit) told me the woman was mine. He hesitated and I walked away."

Both of my parents held hands and kissed. Dad said, "I guess John was more spiritual than I am. He believed me I guess and told Chayton that they should pray to see what the Great Spirit wanted them to do. 

I went back on the final day of the festival and brought you mother home with me. About three days later John finally decided that he didn't care what the Great Spirit said, he wanted your mother and came to get your mother back. He was to be disappointed because we were married the day after we left Butte. We were married in the church and a week later we were married according to Sioux traditions." 

Chante said, "That is a very romantic story. Dad you have a touch of the blarney in you though. Did it really happen that way?"

"That's the way it really happened honey," Dad answered. "And I hope it gives Drew some ideas."

"Caitlyn is probably married by now," I said. "Besides I don't know where she is."

"She is still living in Bozeman, I checked the day after you got home. She is a loan office at our bank, the Wells Fargo branch in Bozeman. If she is married you can take her and her husband out to dinner as an old friend, but you don't know do you?" Dad had a unique talent for cutting through the bullshit. 

For the first time since I came home, I had trouble getting to sleep that night. My dad had challenged me to go see Caitlyn. What if she was married? What if she wasn't? Would she even want to see me? Why wouldn't she want to see me, we had been good friends. See what I mean, my mind was on a treadmill and no way to get off.

I had so much work for the next few days that I couldn't even think of going to look for Caitlyn. The motorcycle was great, but I couldn't use it on the ranch, so I decided to buy a truck. It didn't have to be a new one, just something that was dependable and ran well. The only place to look for trucks, new or used, was Bozeman. Anyway, that's what I told myself. 

George the hired hand working at the ranch had talked about moving on at the end of the summer, he was only staying that long to help my dad. After I got home and started to work around the place, George decided that he would leave right away. 

The first day I put on work clothes my dad had put me on the payroll. After George left I got a raise and I planned on financing a truck. The money I had saved while in the Navy I planned to use for a computer system for the ranch. I was going to combine both of my majors to make the ranch more profitable. 

There is no such thing as weekends off on a ranch, although we did take off Sunday as much as possible. On Monday, just another work day, I fired up the Harley and rode to Bozeman. It felt good to be on the bike again as I hadn't done more than start it since I came home. I had arranged with Dad to take two or three days off to find a truck. Oh yeah, and maybe look up Caitlyn.

Bozeman is a little over an hour's ride. I rode around when I got there looking things over. I had spent four years here at Montana State University. The place hadn't changed much.

Once again I had used the telephone to do some scouting. The largest auto dealer in the area is Billion Auto Group and had several trucks that sounded like what I wanted. I looked at 3 or 4 trucks and Billion Chevy had a really nice, used ¾ ton Silverado 4x4, extended cab with a full size bed. It was two years old, had low miles and would be a perfect truck for the ranch. 

The manager was Jim Hickman, a classmate at college whom I hadn't seen for three years. He decided we should adjourn to a nearby tavern to negotiate the price on the truck. It took two or three beers to meet in the middle and a deal was made. 

"Okay, you're stealing the truck, Drew. But you do have to pay for it, how do you want to handle it? Do you want us to set up a loan for you?"

"No, I think I will go to the Wells Fargo branch here and set it up myself. My folks bank at the branch in Ennis and I have my accounts there also. That should be enough to get a loan approved. If not, I will just pay cash," I told Jim. 

Even though I had just moved back into the area, I had spent my whole life here. My parents ran a lot of money through the bank and my savings account would more than cover the cost of the truck. I didn't think there would be any problem.

"At least you'll have an "in" at Wells Fargo. Remember Caitlyn Brady? She's a loan office there," Jim said.

"Oh really, I didn't know that," I lied to Jim. Of course I knew Caitlyn worked there. She was the reason I was going to set up my own loan rather than let the dealership do it. Do things this way, it wouldn't seem like I was stalking her. I was but it wouldn't look like it. This lowly ex-Lieutenant wasn't always dumb.

I offered Jim a check to hold the truck until I got my loan, but he said my word was good. He gave me all the paper work I would need and the only thing left to do was to go to the bank. 

The bank lobby was very large and I asked the lady at the information desk to see a loan officer concerning an auto loan. She picked up and dialed the phone and told me someone would be right with me. I waited for a few minutes and then heard someone walk up behind me.

"Home is the sailor, home from the sea." It was Caitlyn. "Hello Drew, long time."

"Well, hi Caitlyn. Do you work here?" I was trying to act surprised.

"Don't give me that, your dad told you I work here. He was the one that gave me a heads up that you were coming in," She told me. 

There goes my whole plan, blow out of the water by a diabolical father. "I'll have a few words with him when I get home," I mumbled.

"Don't be mad at him. He was trying to protect you and me. If I didn't want to see you, his warning gave me a chance to have someone else handle your business." Caitlyn was defending my dad, she always did like him.

"Okay, I guess he thought he was helping. Anyway, I still need a loan to buy a truck. Let's get back to that, shall we?" I was embarrassed and wanted to get out as soon as possible.

"Your loan has already been approved. The history that your family has with the bank and your accounts are more than enough for approval. Give Vicky here the VIN and paper work and she'll finish the contract for us. We can go get a coffee while she does. Okay?"

I was at a loss for words and just nodded. Caitlyn took my arm and led me to a coffee shop next to the bank. Long cup of coffee, we were gone for over an hour. When we got back I had a contract to sign and the truck was mine. Caitlyn had to go to a meeting, but before she left she asked me when I was going back to the ranch.

"I thought I would stay over tonight. Jim is going to service the truck for me today and tomorrow I'll load the bike onto the truck and head home," I told her. I was going to ask to see her again and then Caitlyn surprised me.

Caitlyn paused and then asked, "Could we have dinner tonight?"

"I don't think, James is it, would like you going to dinner with an old boyfriend, do you."

"James isn't in the picture anymore, so don't worry about that. I would like to have dinner with my friend. How about it, Drew?"

Now what do you think I told her? This was what I wanted all along. "Sure Kitty, I'm staying at the Hilton, want to eat there about 6:00?

"Wow no one has called me Kitty in a long time, I miss it. Okay, 6:00 at the Hilton, see you then." With that Caitlyn left for her meeting.

Getting ready to meet Caitlyn, I was really nervous. I don't know why I was so tense; I mean this was just about the rest of my life here. I changed shirts three times and jeans once. There wasn't an ounce of difference between them; it was just that I was freaking out. Finally at 5:45 I went to the restaurant, I couldn't wait in my room any longer. 

Caitlyn was already there at a table in the corner. The hostess met me at the door, but I saw Caitlyn, never broke stride and walked right passed the lady. Caitlyn stood up and gave me a hug and we sat down next to each other. By the way, she was beautiful. The pretty young girl that I knew had grown into a stunning young woman.

Dinner conversation was mostly reminiscing about old classmates, my career and the places I had been stationed, and some of my plans for the ranch. We didn't talk about anything substantial; we were getting to know each other again. After dinner we went into the lounge for a nightcap and to continue talking.

We had a couple of drinks, I repeat a couple meaning two. Then I couldn't ignore the 600 pound gorilla sitting in our booth any longer. "You said James was out of the picture Kitty. I heard a year or so ago that you two were engaged."

"We were engaged for over a year. But neither of us pushed to set a date for the wedding. James is a good guy, but I finally figured out that the thing I liked most about James was that he was here. I think we both liked the idea of being a couple more than we loved each other. We met one evening, right here in this lounge in fact, and broke off our engagement."

"I'm sorry Kitty," I told her.

Caitlyn actually laughed a little. "No you're not Drew. Admit it; you're happy that I'm single. Come on admit it." Caitlyn was laughing while she said this.

"Okay, I admit it. Stop laughing and listen to me while I make an ass out of myself. I still care about you Kitty. Care about you hell, I love you. Probably more than I should. When my dad told me that you were still here I got excited. You're the reason I came to Bozeman to find a truck and you're the reason I financed it with your bank. Even if you didn't handle my loan, I was going to see you."

I had to stop for some liquid courage and then continued, "I had and have hopes of us picking up where we left off. You don't have to give me an answer tonight, but think about it please."

Caitlyn smiled at me, said she had a busy day tomorrow and she needed to get home to prepare for it. I walked her to her car and gave her a kiss on the cheek as I said good night. In my room I thought about our evening and decided that there was a chance. At least she hadn't said no to continuing our relationship. Yet. Maybe my dad was smarter than I thought.

The next morning about 9:00 I was at the car lot loading the bike into my new truck. I shook hands with Jim and said good bye with all the usual let's go fishing, or let's have a beer sometime conversation. 

Jim looked over my shoulder as we finished our good bye and said, "You have company I think."

I turned around and there was Caitlyn. She had a smile on her face and a suit case in her hand. "Got room for a passenger?" She asked me.

My ability to think quickly only kept her waiting for almost a minute before I answered, "Sure, where can I take you?"

"I have to get to my new job in Ennis. The bank there needed a loan officer and I volunteered to transfer to that branch."

"Oh, why would you want to work in such a small town?" See how quick on my feet I am. Sometimes I'm so slow I wonder how I even got to college.

"Are you really that dumb or is it all an act to lure an unsuspecting young woman into your trap? You ass, I want to be with you too. I love you too Drew."

"Wait, we just met up again yesterday. How could you arrange a transfer almost overnight?" Now I was really confused.

"The transfer was approved a couple of weeks ago. I put it into the works when your dad called me to tell me you were home and that you were by yourself," Caitlyn answered smiling the whole time. "I'll get a room at the hotel until I can find a place to live and we will take this thing between us as far as we can ride it." 

The morning had been overcast with low hanging clouds and no sun. Finding Caitlyn with her suitcase and her wanting to go with me was like the sun coming out and burning off the haze. I know I know, that's hokey and mushy and all the other stuff you're going to say, but that's how I felt. For the first time since I came home I felt really peaceful. Excited yes, but peaceful in my heart.

I just stood there like the village idiot when I should have grabbed her and held her close. Thank god Caitlyn has more sense than I do. She stepped over to me, put her hands behind my head, pulled my face down and kissed me. It's a good thing one of us acted or I may have stood there looking at her forever.

Caitlyn looked into my eyes and said, "You remember I told you that the best thing about James was that he was here? Well the worst thing about him was that he wasn't you. I let you go because I didn't think I wanted to wait for you and that's all I've been doing. Waiting for you to come back. I didn't realize it then, but I do now."

"No, I can't," I finally spoke.

Caitlyn looked shocked. "But you said last night that you still loved me."

"I mean no, I can't let you stay in a hotel. It would take up too much time driving back and forth from the ranch to see you and I have a lot of work to do. We have plenty of room at the ranch house, you can stay with us. It's has five bedrooms and only two of them are being used. If you like, I have a very large bedroom and you can share it with me."

"I think we should take it a little slower than that, but I do want us to be together, to see if we can continue from where we were," Caitlyn answered me. "It would be much nicer to stay at the ranch instead of the hotel. I like your mom and dad a lot so it would be like a visit with friends," She was giggling as she said this. She was kidding, I think.

Caitlyn's suitcase was put behind the seat and we climbed in for the ride home. "Is that all you're taking with you? I thought women had to have a lot of stuff when they travel. My dad was always complaining about how much my sister packed when we traveled," I was curious.

"This will get me by for a week or so. I had planned to get the rest of my things in a week or so. If this worked out, by this I mean us." Caitlyn said.

"What do you mean, if this worked out? Are you having doubts now?" Now I was worried again. I'm like an old woman sometimes, always borrowing trouble instead of having faith.

"No, no doubts now. I knew you were home and knew you were coming to Bozeman. I didn't know that you would try to find me and I hadn't planned on you coming to my bank. My transfer was already set up and I thought I would make a point to see you in Ennis." Caitlyn stopped to catch her breath and continued.

"My transfer to the Wells Fargo branch in Ennis had been discussed before your dad called me. There is a lot of development going on in the Madison River Valley and the area in general. The bank wants to expand its market in that area and they need a full time loan officer. Ergo me."

I was paying so much attention to Caitlyn, looking at her and taking her in, that I almost ran off the road. "Damn," I shouted, and got the truck back on the pavement.

"If you can't drive and talk at the same time, I'll be quiet until it's safe to talk," Caitlyn laughed at me. I frowned at her and motioned for her to go on with her story.

"After your dad called me, I told my boss that I would be willing to go to the Ennis branch on a trial bases. He agreed, but asked if I would go for two months. After two months, I could decide if I wanted to stay. They would train someone to take my place in Bozeman, but if I wanted to come back, the new person could go to Ennis."

"You must have a lot of clout at the bank," I said admiringly.

She smiled and told me, "They want to keep me happy. Bozeman is not the financial crossroads of the west and an experienced loan office with a degree doesn't pass through every day. Besides, I'm very good at my job."

I stopped the truck at a scenic overlook to take a break. There was a thermos of coffee in the cab and I poured both of us a cup. I used the excuse that I wanted to check the tie downs on the bike as a reason for stopping. The tie downs were fine, which I knew when I stopped. Talking and just being with Caitlyn was so enjoyable, that I wanted to extend our time together a little.

Back on the road Caitlyn continued with her explanation, "I had planned to approach you in Ennis and then you blew my plans away by coming to the bank to find me. Last night I thought that if I was going to Ennis, I might as well ride with you. I called Jim early this morning and found out when you were picking up your truck and just showed up and begged a ride with you."

Finally after two more stops, we arrived at the ranch house. We didn't really have to stop but we were enjoying our time together. Dad and Mom came out onto the porch as we drove up. As we got out of the truck, Caitlyn ran to my dad and hugged him. She kissed him on the cheek and I heard her say thank you. Dad was surprised by the hug and the kiss but pleased at the attention.

Caitlyn hugged and kissed my mom too. Mom said, "Tanyan yahi, welcome home." 

I hugged and kissed my mother too and shook hands with Dad. He gave me a smug little grin and then started laughing at the look on my face. My dad told me to put Caitlyn's things in the room across from mine.

Dad said, "No need in them wearing out the carpet running from the back bedroom to Drew's, put them close together."

"Sean, that's not funny," my mother scolded him.

"Wasn't meant to be funny, just plain common sense if you ask me," Dad defended himself and then laughed again.

The four of us fixed and ate lunch together. After lunch, Caitlyn and I saddled two horses and took a long ride around the ranch. She had been to the ranch before, but only saw the house and barn. 

We stopped and got off the horses on the crest of a hill that's at the midpoint of our property. I pointed out the different landmarks and features of the ranch. After the visual tour, we sat on a big rock and enjoyed the scenery for a little bit. I explained my aims and goals for the ranch. 




GOALS, DREAMS, and LIFE



"Kitty, I wanted you to see our land, I wanted to show you my dream. I'm at the ranch and that's part of my dream. The other part is sharing it with someone. You're the one I want to share my dream with. I love you Kitty." I finished.

We sat close together, snuggled, kissed and just enjoyed being together. Then we rode back to the barn. After putting up the horses, we went in for dinner. The rest of the evening was spent in front of the fireplace. There was a feeling of peace sitting there with the three people that I loved the most.

I was in bed and sometime about 11:30, my door opened and a figure stepped into my bedroom. It was really dark and I couldn't really tell who it was. The moon came out from behind a cloud and the light showed me that it was Caitlyn.

She came to the bed, pulled back the covers and got in with me. I think she decided sharing my room was the best way to go.

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Since then we have been sharing a room for the ten years of our marriage. My folks gave us a piece of the ranch about a mile from the main house as a wedding present. The property has a creek running through it at the base of a small hill and we built a house on the crest of that hill. 

Dad and Mom made me a full partner in the ranch after two years. They said I deserved it because my ideas helped to increase the ranch income by thirty per cent.

My goals have been met. I got an education to help me work on my dream. The dream of working on the ranch has been achieved. 

The final part of the dream has come true also, I married Caitlyn and we have three children. 

Quote: Life goes on.