1 comments/ 29003 views/ 1 favorites Homecoming Ch. 01 By: razen I am lying naked in bed. There is nothing special about that fact, but what makes this different is that I am blindfolded and gagged, not to mention tied down spread eagle. On top of all of this I have a raging hard-on that just won't quit. My girlfriend Laura is licking one of my nipples while lightly pinching the other. She says to me, "You know it's going to be a while before your cock gets ANY attention." I reply with a muffled yes. I feel her remove the gag, but I'm not allowed to say anything yet. She asks, "Would you like to pleasure me?" Before I can even answer, I feel her wet pussy pushing against my lips. Instead I answer by licking. God she tastes so good. While I'm licking her clit I feel her hands roaming around my body, touching everywhere, except my cock. She is lightly brushing her fingers over my skin delightfully tormenting me. After a while she starts to get into it more and begins to grind against my face while I'm licking her. "Ohh uhh uhh UHHH," she groans as she cums. She then slides down my body so that she is laying on top of me with out chests together. After relaxing for a moment she kisses me sweetly. She then sits up and gives me some water while holding my head upright. "I'm gonna suck your cock now like you've never had it sucked before, you would like that huh?" I simply nod my head. She says, "Well then get ready." I feel her weight shift and then feel her tongue at the base of my cock. She licks her way up my cock and then quickly swallows the whole thing down to the base. She ever so slowly moves her lips up my cock until her mouth is off of me. "Bye, I'll be back in a bit," she says as she gags me once again. I hear her walk off and turn on the water for the bath. While I'm waiting, I ponder how I got into this situation. Almost four weeks ago I was in the mountains visiting my girlfriend at her summer work place. She had been two states away for the summer so we wanted to get together once in the middle. For the weekend I was there, we had some great sex, but at the end she informed me that she didn't want me to come until she got back to town (in 3-4 weeks). I was allowed to touch myself for five minutes per hour everyday as much as I wanted, with certain conditions. The first week I could only touch my nipples, the second my nipples and scrotum, and the third I could finally touch my cock. I was insanely horny long before the third week, but masturbating for short spurts every day made me crazy with lust. She had threatened to not have sex with me when she got back home if I came while she was gone. Well now that she was back; I was certainly horny enough to get talked into getting tied down, which brings us up to date. The water finishes draining from the tub and I can hear her walk in. She notices I am only half erect and says, "I need you fully hard to have the most fun, but I think I know how to remedy that." She proceeds to remove my blindfold and she is right, I'm almost instantly hard from just looking at her. She is dressed in a black leather dress that comes down to her knees and tall leather boots that almost meet the dress. In between and through the slits at the side of the dress, I can see her legs are covered in fishnet stockings. She doesn't normally dress like this; she is doing it solely to turn me on more and it is working. "Ah much better. Now listen carefully to my rules regarding the next part of the evening. I'm going to tease your cock for as long and hard as I feel like it, but I don't want you to cum without permission. So I want you to let me know well before you cum. I want you to let me know by making as loud a sound as you can while gagged. This means I don't want a peep out of you unless you are close to coming. If you come without warning me in time, I'll lock you up in the chastity belt for at least a month, got it?" I nod my understanding. She smiles, gets up, and puts on a movie. Lying down next to me she reminds me, "Not a peep, unless you are close to coming." While the opening previews start, she starts slowly and lightly stroking my cock. I realize I'm in for a good amount of time without cumming, probably until after the movie is over. I don't realize the full extent of my situation until the movie starts and I find out it is Cruel Intentions. Not only is this movie very sexy in it's own right, but I have a strong T&D connection with it and Sarah Michelle Gellar because there is one scene in the movie that introduced me to the concept. Reese Witherspoon and the other girl in it are also attractive. During the movie she continues to stroke me, harder and faster at times, and barely touching me at others. She really seems to enjoy it when one of sexy scenes is on and I was writhing. Regardless, she is so good at keeping me at the edge that I only have to signal her to stop twice during the movie. Both times are very sexy scenes and she laughs that I have to make her stop stroking me. She tells me that it's time for a break. She gets up and walks around the room doing some minor cleaning and arranging. She is teasing me just by letting me watch her move. My erection only softens some because of the length of time it was erect; I am still very turned on and have to be careful to not let myself go over the edge. You see, unlike most people, I have learned that if turned on enough, I can make myself come without any physical contact. After all, orgasms are controlled by the brain. After a few minutes have passed, she walks back over to me with a sexy look in her eye. "I want you to fuck me," She says. "Think that you can bring me to orgasm and keep yourself from one?" I slowly nod my head. Anything to get my cock in her pussy I think. She then pulls her panties down over her boots but keeps everything else on. She climbs on the bed and straddles me, lifting up her skirt to let me have a good view of her pussy. She slides her pussy around on my cock for a minute letting her juices spread over both of us. She then guides my cockhead through a gap in her stockings and into her pussy. More slowly that I thought possible she slides down my shaft until she is resting her weight on me. Then she starts grinding up and down my body without really allowing my cock to slide in and out much. She loves to do this because it gives her clit maximum stimulation, but it's not enough for me to come. She does this for a while slowly building up momentum until I can see it in her eyes that she is close to cumming. She reaches down and pinches a nipple hard with one hand and reaches behind her to swat my balls rather hard at the same time. This makes me bounce and twitch around which sends her right over the edge again. A moment later she collapses on me. She slowly slides off of me and I am course still erect. Standing up and removing my gag she says, "I'll give you an option. Right now, I'll let you go jerk off in the bathroom by yourself and cum. I'll give you 5 minutes to do it in which I know will be plenty of time. Your other option is to not cum tonight in which case I'll have a surprise for you tomorrow." The idea of not even getting to look at her while cumming didn't seem like the best one, so despite my urgent desire to cum, I chose the latter. "Good choice," she says as she smiles. She proceeds to do a very slow erotic striptease for me. When she is fully naked she come over to the bed and unties me. We embrace in a loving hug before she says, "One more thing before you're through for the night." She moves down the bed and captures my cock in her mouth and begins giving me a blowjob in earnest. She stops for a moment to tell me that I should warn her when I get close to cumming. She brings me to the edge five times before stopping. Then she rolls over and pulls me towards her so I am spooning her from behind. She grabs my dick and puts it between her asscheeks before she turns off the light and says, "Goodnight, I love you." Homecoming Ch. 01 Holly was devastated. She came home sick and caught her husband in bed with another woman. Her marriage wasn't the happiest but she struggled hard to make it work, even gave up things she loved to keep it together. Seeing him in bed fucking that woman, no, someone half his age, that was the final insult. She didn't say anything. She packed a bag, slammed the door as she left and drove to the nearest motel. Next morning, between sobs, she called an attorney. Holly is a good person who tried to make her marriage work. Bob was a jerk who could have cared less. All he thought about was himself and beer, buddies and sports on the television. For twenty years, Holly suffered in silence. Their sex life died soon after their vows were spoken in that cavernous church so long ago. She cried as she watched her child bearing years pass, alone in her room knitting scarves for her nieces and nephews. Bob could have cared less as he opened another beer and wondered which game he was watching. Perhaps catching him fucking her was the best thing that happened to Holly. She was forty and still pretty, a little overweight but manageable. She had a career so money wasn't a problem. She would walk away from this disaster and begin again, a new life, a fresh start. But that was the problem. All her old friends were gone, chased away by her lout of a husband, but she was anxious to start living again. She hired a good attorney. He kept the house but she got just about everything else, including the Subaru. Life was beginning anew. Holly moved into an apartment near the university, on the top floor of a high rise, safe and secure. It was a spacious four room affair with a wonderful view of downtown Baltimore and she took the furniture she needed to fill her new space. She left Bob with very little. It took forever rearranging everything and still she wasn't satisfied. Everything had to be perfect. She was starting anew and she didn't want to make the same mistakes she did twenty years ago. She craved to be happy, to be loved, to be wanted.. She began to love her new life and hoped her luck would change. She was ready and willing to feel free again, to choose new friends and perhaps a new lover, to feel the hands of another on her body, to lean her head back and moan into a long orgasm. Her fingers did wonders but that was not what she wanted. She wanted loving hands, tender caresses and a cock buried deep inside her pussy. The problem was, Holly didn't know where to begin. She hated the bar scene. She loved to drink wine, but to sit in a bar and be subjected to a dozen men like Bob was more than she wanted to deal with. She wanted more than that. She wanted to be loved and to love back, to ram her hips hard on a thrusting cock, hands squeezing her breasts, her nipples begging to be teased, pummeled, caressed. Each night she would dream of such an encounter, of some loving man who had been hurt or disillusioned, willing to begin again and please her, to make her feel wanted again, to make her cum in delight, to put her past behind a glorious future. She sighed. Masturbating began to depress her. Each time she came, she thought of Bob and all the useless Bobs in the world. Sighs turned into tears and Holly sensed she had reached the end of her short lived sex life. One morning, Holly got a call from mom. Her dad had a very bad accident and she rushed home. Her parents lived Cumberland, a three hour drive, and she went straight to the hospital after leaving the interstate. Finding mom, she found out he was on the operating table. The prognosis was good and she stayed all afternoon and into the evening until she was sure dad was going to pull through. The hospital staff made arrangements for her mom to stay with him that evening, to be there when he awoke from the anesthesia, then Holly, when visiting hours were over, drove back to her childhood home for much needed rest. Holly needed a drink. No, she needed a couple of glasses of wine to release the tension that wrecked her senses and aching body. Her parents didn't drink so there would be nothing waiting at the house and Cumberland was so different from when she grew up. She had no idea where to stop until she found a small bar on the edge of town with a lighted neon Rolling Rock sign on it's last legs. She figured one place was as good as any other, parked the car and walked inside. It was very dark and it took Holly's eyes time to adjust but she found her way to the end of the bar, away from the other customers. She wanted to be alone. A middle-aged woman, much like herself, was washing glasses and carefully stacked them on the counter. She finally dried her hands and walked up to Holly. "Can I help you?" She lit a cigarette. "May I have a glass of wine? Chardonnay would be nice." Holly felt uncomfortable and felt she should have ordered a beer but she hated the taste and it reminded her of Bob. "I don't have that fancy stuff." "Anything will be fine." She walked over to the cooler, pulled out a bottle, poured a very healthy portion into one of the newly clean glasses and walked back. Holly's twenty soon returned as eighteen. "You new here sweetie?" "Actually I grew up in Cumberland but left twenty years ago." She slowly sipped her drink and hoped the questions ended there. She was not in the mood for idle chat. "Then, welcome back," she said then wandered down to the more crowded part of the bar, a trail of bluish smoke marking her path. Holly was relieved as she sipped her drink. Looking around the dark interior, she saw a few patrons, mostly men spending time away from home. The air was filled with smoke but that did not bother her. Some of the men would stare at her as she sipped and she prayed none would walk up and try to hit on her. That was the last thing she wanted. Finishing her drink, she placed the glass on the counter. "Another?" Holly nodded as the barmaid returned, picked up the glass and filled it even higher. Two more dollars disappeared from the counter. By now the alcohol in an empty stomach began to take effect but Holly felt better. The more she drank the more she felt relaxed, a good feeling after all she had been through that day. And what a day it was but she was finally relaxing. Near the end of her second and last drink, Holly knew she needed a different relief. She looked around and found a fading sign pointing to the restrooms. Slipping off the stool, she nearly stumbled but kept her balance as she walked down the hall to the restroom. She opened the door, turned on the light and chose the farthest stall. She lifted up her skirt, pulled down her panties and squatted onto the cold seat and peed. Pulling a few sheets of paper, she began wiping herself when she heard hard stumbles in the hallway, a door opening and more stumbles beyond the wall of her stall. The light went on and she saw a piercing ray of light illuminating her arm. Holly froze as she noticed a small hole in the wall, not too large but perfect for...she panicked. She was afraid to move, to even make a sound but she leaned down and saw him unzip his pants, pull out his cock and pee. Her eyes were transfixed on his cock, his hand holding it at the base and she realized that she was still rubbing but not with paper. Her fingers slid over her clit in slow caresses as she continued to peer through the hole. The man finished and shook his cock. Tiny droplets fell on the floor. He kept holding his cock and began caressing up and down until it began to rise. Holly wanted to flee but all she could do was rub her clit harder as she watched him rub his cock between his fingers. She must have moaned. The man turned and faced the wall and rubbed his cock faster. Holly saw him step forward and held his cock very close to the hole, his fingers squeezing around his nearly erect shaft. All Holly could do was rub herself and hope he would leave her to her fingers but he pressed against the wall and his cock slipped through. Holly sat there transfixed. His cock throbbed up and down and she could see he was squeezing the base. A small drop of precum oozed out and she shuddered as she reached over and let the drop land on her finger, a string forming as she moved her finger away. She knew he was squeezing harder and more cum oozed out of his cock. She was rubbing her clit between two fingers when she reached over and rubbed the cum over the tip of his cock and he moaned, his cock throbbing harder. Holly began rubbing him between her thumb and finger, slowly at first, spreading the cum over his shaft, her thumb pressing against the underside. Her fingers slipped into her pussy, her other hand gliding over his now lubricated cock, holding him, squeezing tighter, watching a glob ooze out and fall to the floor. Holly couldn't stop. The harder she masturbated, the faster she rubbed his cock. She could hear him crushing against the wall, pressing as hard as he could to expose more of himself to her wet fingers. The sloshing in her pussy, his heavy groans excited her beyond her wildest dreams. She felt her body letting go as she gazed at her fingers fucking this stranger's cock, squeezing it, watching the long strand of cum hanging down from his tip. She could feel he was close. His cock started to jerk higher in tiny spasms and she held it tighter in her wet fingers. He grunted and spurted over her bare thighs. Holly rammed her fingers hard into her pussy and came. Each spurt hitting her skin made her jerk in involuntary spasms, her pussy contracting around her fingers. As soon as the stranger came, he pulled his cock back, rammed it into his pants and left in a hurry. Holly sat, nearly in tears, the cum rolling down her thighs and falling onto the floor. What have I done, she thought. She dried her eyes and tried to clean herself as best as she could but she was shaking too hard, embarrassed that she actually allowed herself to give him a hand job but she heard footsteps and noticed light illuminating from the other side of the hole. Not again, she thought, and she leaned over and watched someone pull his pants down and press against the wall, his flaccid cock barely peeking though. She watched it grow in disbelief. All she wanted to do was leave but the way it hardened begged her attention. Holly turned her body and faced the wall. She slipped to the sticky floor, her panties still around her ankles, knelt and gazed at his very hard cock. She wanted to reach up and touch it. Instead, she moved closer, opened her mouth and slipped his cock between her lips as she reached down and touched herself... Homecoming Ch. 01 Chapter One: Learning to Fly It was the holidays, and I was about to fly to my parents house for the holidays. It was the first time that I've had to fly, so as I walked nervously down the aisle of the plane, trying to find my seat number. I was terrified. Finally I reached an empty seat, checking the number again on my ticket, and then smiled nervously at an older, more mature woman. I squeezed pass her and sat in my seat. "First time?" the woman next to me said. "I guess that's pretty obvious, I'm not normally this uncoordinated," I said to her "Don't worry about it, I've been flying for almost twenty five years now, it gets so I worry more about crossing midtown in a cab more than I do about flying to Los Angeles." "Amanda Robson, But me friends call me Mandy," I said as she extended her hand. "I'm Barbara Logan." Came the reply. "Nice to meet you Amanda. Don't worry, by the time we get to your destination you'll be a veteran." "Don't be surprise if you find me holding your hand for support when this thing takes off." I said. Barbara's smile dimmed just a little. "I usually take the train, from city to city, but I found this is more relaxing for the meetings" She said. Ten minutes later, the flight attendants had finished their safety speech, one which I followed with a keen interest. The fasten seat belts light had come on and the 747-400 took its turn on the flight line. Barbara could feel my hand tensing up when the cabin filled with the roar of the jet's engines as the pilot brought them up to full power. As the plane began to rush down the runway, Barbara reached over and took my hand in her own. I gripped her hand tightly as the wheels of the jet bumped once then took to the air. The night sky filled the small window, leaving the city lights quickly behind. After about ten minutes of climbing to gain their cruising altitude, the seat belt light went off. People then began to move around the cabin and get as comfortable as they could. A casual look around her told Barbara that most of her fellow passengers intended to sleep their way cross-country. "I guess you can let go now." Barbara said with a smile. "We made it once again." "Would you mind terribly if I held on a little longer?" I asked her. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt." Barbara responded. If that was the most attention she wanted, then maybe she could get some sleep after all. With that Barbara, the 45 year old woman leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Ten minutes later she was lost in dreamland. Roughly two hours later, Barbara woke up, feeling the call of nature. The cabin around her was dark, except for the maintenance lights. Brushing her hair out of her brown eyes, she could see that most of the people around her were sleeping, the few who were not sat quietly reading. Turning to her left, she saw that I was still wide awake. Still holding tightly onto her hand. " Couldn't get any sleep huh?" Barbara asked. "No, I tried but I'm still too scared." I replied. "I hope you don't mind my still holding on, it really does make me feel better." "Well I'm afraid that you're going to have to let go for at least a little while, I need to use the facilities." Barbara replied. "Oh, I'm sorry." I sputtered and quickly released her grip. "Don't worry, I'll be right back." The older woman said reassuringly as she rose and started down the aisle She had gone about six rows when she turned and saw that I was right behind her. "Figured I should make a stop too." I said. "Like having a kid sister all over again." I thought back, remembering my days with my older sister Jill. I closed the door behind me, I unbuttoned my skirt, and it fell to the floor, then I pulled my pink panties down to my ankles. I sat down on the cold plastic seat. My hand drifted to between my legs for my aching pussy. I kept my eyes closed and let my hand take care of my desire. Not touching my clit because it was too sensitive, I circled my fingers around it. My arousal became intense as my groin became very warm, and I felt my muscles tighten. I didn't realize the Barbara was waiting for me on the outside. Standing outside the small chamber, Barbara had noticed that I had forgotten to engage the lock on the door. No problem though, as most of the plane was dark and asleep Five minutes turned to ten, and Barbara began to become concerned that was taking so long. Could the girl have gotten sick? Waiting another few minutes, she reached for the door handle and slowly opened it. "Oh my." She said softly as she looked into the small bathroom. As I was sitting on the seat, my pink panties down around my ankles. My head was arched back and her eyes were tightly closed. What had surprised Barbara to see this fine young woman having three fingers buried in her pussy and was furiously masturbating. "Excuse me," Barbara said as she began to close the door. My eyes popped open and her skin flushed a bright red. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed. "I'm so embarrassed." Seeing one of the passengers in the rear seats sit up in response to the curse, Barbara reopened the door and stepped inside. The last thing I needed right now was a public display. "Well I guess that's one way to take your mind off flying." Barbara said with a grin, trying to make light of the incident. "I really hadn't intended to do this." I said. "I just started to stroke myself and it felt so nice. Pretty soon I forgot I was on a plane." "Then by all means, continue." Barbara said as she again turned to go. "Could you still stay with me?" I asked her. "I'll stay on one condition?" She answered. I answered with a quizzical look. "That you let me help." The bright smile on my face was all the answer that Barbara needed. Lifting me into a standing position, Barbara reached down and slid her index finger into my pussy. Finding that it was already wet and well lubricated, she soon added a second and third finger. I moaned softly as the sudden intrusion. As her fingers worked their magic within the folds of my young pussy, Barbara pulled her closer and kissed her softly. It was the first time I had another woman giving me oral enjoyment. I had forgotten had nice it felt. I returned the kiss, pressing my tongue against Barbara's lips. The older woman took it eagerly as she savoured the taste. It was a bit awkward at first, but soon our mouths were moving as one, and our tongues performed an erotic dance from mouth to mouth. Our hands eagerly explored each other's body, fondling each other's cloth covered breasts. Barbara slid her hand within my blouse and under the cup of my medium 34B bra. Closing on my nipple, she found them hard to the touch. Cramped in the tiny booth, Barbara was limited in her options. "I've got an idea." Barbara said as she shifted positions with me and took my place over the commode. "Jump up." She whispered as she helped me onto the small vanity sink. Sitting down on the seat, Barbara now found her head level with my exposed cunt. She reached out with her cum soaked finger and parted the light blonde hair. "Have you ever had anyone do this for you before?" Barbara asked as she slid the finger back inside Sam's tunnel. "Only once, my ex-boyfriend, he really didn't like doing it." Came my reply. "Then just lean back and enjoy it." Barbara responded as she remove her finger and took a firm grip on the girl's thighs. Pulling my legs as far apart as she could, Barbara wasted no time in diving right in. It was hot in the tiny cubicle, and the sharp smell of flesh and sweat quickly filled the room. I began to moaning again and again as Barbara's tongue worked it's way deep within my pussy. The more the tangy taste of my sweat and cum filled Barbara's mouth, the more intense became Barbara's desire to bring me to a new level of euphoria. Finally, my body tensed and I gripped the edge of the vanity with all of my might. I trembled with indescribable ecstasy as a rushing wave of girl cum burst upon across Barbara's pulsating tongue and open mouth. Pressing her face as far within my open valley as she could, Barbara swallowed surge upon surge of my womanly joy. So intense had been my eruption, that Barbara was unable to swallow all of it. Small dripping of the precious fruit of her efforts ran off her chin and down to her breasts. Her mouth and nose were likewise covered with a sweet film of my girl juice. A few seconds passed before either of them could speak. Finally, I managed to catch my breath and said softly. "That was intense!" "Intense, she says." Barbara said lightly. Standing upward, Barbara leaned over and kissed me again. I then responded in a kind gentle kiss. My probing tongue ran across the older woman's face, allowing me to taste my own sweat and cum mixture that covered it. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking came the voice over the intercom." We'll be landing at Los Angeles International in about fifteen minutes, please return to your seats, and make sure that all seats to an upright position and make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened." We quickly cleaned up as fast as we could, but it was impossible to eliminate the smell of sex that clung to both of us. Returning to our seats, they drew several stares from passenger's as we moved down the aisle. All we could do was ignore the looks, secure in the knowledge that they would never see any of these people again. Twenty-five minutes later, they were safely on the ground and rolled up to the passenger terminal. Sensing that I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the roundabout looks and whispered remarks, Barbara suggested that she disembark as soon as the door opened. "I can't believe we did that." I whispered. "Well now you have something to remember the next time you fly. I'm sure that you want have any trouble in the future," Barbara whispered back. "I'm sure I won't" I replied, then gave her a smile and a wave of my hand, and I departed from the plane, never to see her again. As I walked down the walkway, my legs felt like jelly from my orgasm. And with that Barbara was gone, the first woman to give me pleasure. As I walked down the hall, I felt something in my back pocket; it was Barbara's business card. It read: Barbara Logan......Senior Partner.....Brandon, Richards, Carson and Logan Law Firm. Written in red ink across the back were the words - I'm staying at the Airport Inn. Please give me a call. I'd love to take you to dinner. I smiled and was about to toss the card in the nearby wastebasket. Then, I hesitated for a moment, and instead slid the small card back into my pocket. After all, I would be going out to dinner, better than eating alone in a strange city. Besides, I had time to kill before my parents arrived, to come and pick me up. What the hell, what have I got to lose? Homecoming Ch. 01 This is not only the first story I've ever posted, it's the first one I've ever written. I had a great time writing it and hope you enjoy it... please let me know if you like it and I'll keep posting! * A single traveler fumbled with an itinerary as he traversed the moving walkway leading to Norfolk International's Concourse A. The last time was here was over two years ago, a memory he was currently dwelling on. The airport was much busier then, and it seemed even more crowded with everyone's attention focused on his desert camouflage as he walked through the concourse. Everywhere he looked the ladies were smiling at him, young boys were saluting him, and men nodded their approval and silent thanks as he proudly marched his way towards gate A12, the same gate he was destined to travel to tonight. He could have had anything the airport offered for free he remembered saying to himself, including his choice at the beautiful locals that blushed as he returned their smiles. At the time, he settled for a beer at the sports bar and enjoyed the last hour of English television he'd be able to see for a while; there were a lot of things he used to do differently back then. A grumble ahead of him fast forwarded time two years in an instant, "your driver's license is expired sir." He looked down at his Florida driver's license and tried to read through the glaring hologram of the great Florida seal that covered his vital information. He read his name and address well enough, but late as it was he couldn't figure out where it said it expired, perhaps sensing the frustration the agent continued, "it expired at the end of last month sir. Do you have another I.D?" A month ago this wouldn't have been a problem, a quick flash of a military badge would have him through this check point in a second; how different life outside of the Navy was proving to be. It took a few minutes to convince the TSA Agent that he was indeed recently returned from overseas and without a military ID since his service ended only two weeks prior; perhaps it was the late hour of the meeting or his convincing argument, but moments later he was sitting at his gate and staring out into the night. His thoughts trailed back to the last time he sat in front of A12. He carried only one green sea bag with him then, which allotted him very little space for personal effects. Between uniforms and traveling necessities, he only carried a flip book with some photographs of his family, a copy of his favorite book, and an old toy compass, which had somehow found itself in his hands once again. It was a small, cheap, and seldom pointed North, or any single direction at all for that matter, but he valued it more than anything else in the world. "It's so you can always find your way home" came a soft whisper from the depths of his mind. He was suddenly filled with the warmth of a beautiful memory, and some small measure of hope for his future; the last two years of his life were a greater cost to his humanity than he was ever willing to lose. He looked around the concourse for any familiarity and found nothing. The sports bar he had visited the last time he was here was now a Starbucks, and from the looks of it he figured it must have closed hours ago, just like everything else in the airport beyond the realm of A12 at this hour of the evening. From the looks of the gate area he was going to be one of maybe two dozen passengers on this flight, should be plenty of window seats at least he thought to himself. He took a seat overlooking the tarmac and quickly discarded the Sky Mall he stole off his last flight, opting instead to read a three week old Newsweek he found beneath his chair. Outside the light rainfall was suddenly overwhelmed with the roar of a pair of turbine engines. As the 757 approached the gangway, its lights bombarded the sleeping travelers slouched in various positions and signaled that it was time to wake up. Shortly thereafter, a small crowd gathered by the ticket counter and business men and women now eagerly awaited an uncomfortable chair to continue their restless sleep. Kevin stood up and stretched his arms and legs in every direction before putting his compass away and sitting back down; lines were not something he was going to deal with at 1:00am. As the line dwindled away before him, the slender figure of a young brunette came into view just across the aisle. She wore a grey business suit that was modest, but offered enough to let your imagination run with what was hidden beneath it. Enjoying the view immensely, Kevin's eyes began to caress every curve of her body. After two years traveling the desert, women were something of a rare commodity, and Kevin hadn't quite adjusted his senses to seeing one like this very often. He started at her left foot, which she had extended out into the aisle leading her leg over the right, which was tucked tightly beneath. As she thumbed through her magazine she slowly bounced her foot ever so slightly to the beat of an unknown song she must have been listening to on her headphones; Kevin watched closely as her toes danced up, down, back, and forth. The movement encouraged his eyes to dare upward to the seat of her chair, where each slight of her leg pushed against her skirt, slowly sliding the soft fabric higher and higher. By the look of crease in her side, it must have been some time since she last adjusted herself; Kevin wondered how much longer this display would go on. The skirt was cut just above the knees and low enough to remain professional, but too high to completely cover the top of her black nylons in this position, which were now sneaking their way into view under the retreating skirt. The exposed skin radiated an aura of sexuality that completely engulfed his senses, whether or not she could see him was suddenly no longer a concern. Kevin's gaze searched every inch of her legs before moving upwards again. Her suit top matched her skirt's color; nicely accented by a turquoise blouse three buttons shy of reaching their neckline destination. He watched her chest push against her suit with each breath, barely exposing the thin straps of a black bra near her shoulders where the blouse now lifted freely from her chest. Her breasts were full and round, but not excessive by any standards; he contemplated her cup size for a moment. At last her neck and face came under the assault his eyes had started what seemed hours before. Her complexion was darker than her legs, but natural just the same; everything about this girl seemed to be natural. Her hair flowed long and dark around her neckline, tucked neatly behind her right ear but flowing free around her left. And last but not least, he looked at her eyes... dark brown, beautiful, and very aware of the man across the aisle looking at her. Speaking in a language without words or sounds, she let him know that his intrusion was not appreciated. She closed her magazine, put away her headphones, and boarded the plane with a very audible sigh as she stepped away from her chair while Kevin sat for a moment and considered what had just happened. He was interrupted by the woman at the ticket counter pointing to the clock, suggesting his immediate seating was required. Not overly anxious to end up in line behind the woman he had just offended in an even more awkward situation in the gangway, he took his time gathering his belongings before heading through the gate. His delay served little purpose, as he caught up with a line that extended several passengers out of the plane; last in line, and closest to him was the woman from the concourse. He pretended not to look at her as he closed the distance from the gate to the plane and found his gesture was returned with the same level of disinterest. Or was it? Between his sweeping glances between airline advertisements along the wall, he caught the unmistakable snap of her head trying to cover her casual looks behind her. With each pass of his eyes she seemed to slow the rate she turned away, until she finally turned around in full to address him. "Sorry for being a little abrupt out there, I'm not usually so short with stalkers... especially good looking ones." She turned away before he could say anything and boarded the plane. A new sense of courage fueled his will to continue the game; this was going to be an interesting flight after all. It was open seating with so few passengers, but even still every window and aisle seat from the front of the plane to the last five rows was taken by the time Kevin went to grab a seat; if he preferred a middle seat, every single chair was available. The woman before him went to the very last row and tossed her belongings into the aisle seat, taking her time removing her suit top and stowing her luggage in the bins above. As she reached up to tend to her things, her skirt tightened around her butt and revealed that she either had no underwear on, or that she had something really small underneath. Kevin enjoyed the brief viewing and watched as she turned abruptly to sit in her seat. Before sitting down she offered the last man standing on the plane a slight smile, removing any doubt of where his seat was. "Would you mind?" he asked as he signaled his intention to take the window seat next to her with a point of his index finger. Kevin stood tall over the woman as she sat before him, giving her an unobstructed view of his person while she contemplated her answer. His khaki pants were held up by a woven black leather belt which marked the beginning of his blue long-sleeved shirt; polished black loafers and a gold, blue-faced watch that finished the ensemble. "Did you miss something in the terminal that you wanted a better look at?" replied the woman, fishing for a compliment. "Actually yeah, at that distance I had a hard time trying to figure out if you were beautiful or gorgeous" Kevin replied, wondering if it was enough to please her or too much to scare her away; a bright smile informed him that the former was the case. She answered in kind "well then in that case I think you should sit there so I can figure out if I should slap you for eye'n me up so bad in the concourse or give you my number." The awkwardness that was the first 10 minutes of their meeting melted soon after take-off with the purchase of a few single-serving vodkas, cranberry juice, and light conversation. The "concourse girl" introduced herself as Sofiya, a young junior level executive that was returning from a very successful job interview at one of the shipyards in the area. Kevin listened in earnest about her travels, stirring up memories of his own as she described her exciting career working with the Cruising industry's international relations. When it was his turn, he offered up every great sea-story he could muster from his travels, and complimented Sofiya whenever he found a tangent to do so. In no time at all, small talk gave way to two more drinks, and much livelier discussion. "I can't believe they let us fly with so few people on this plane tonight" stated Sofiya as she got up from her chair momentarily to adjust her skirt again. That much is for certain Kevin thought to himself; "especially given the recent rise in gas prices damn near crippling the airlines" she continued. She took a while to sit back down again after gazing across the airplane for a moment. "I think we're the only ones for at least 5 rows if you don't count that old lady on the other side of the aisle up there." "I don't think she's got a pulse so yeah, I would definitely exclude her" Kevin replied jokingly. "I think the stewardess we have is sitting all the way up front too" he continued. "Well then I'm going to get a little more comfortable," said Sofiya as she put up her fold-down table and reached down to remove her high heels. After tossing the shoes into her carry-on, she loosened up her blouse until it was out of her skirt and picked up the armrest next to her. When she was done moving about she was sitting on her feet, side-ways in her chair. "I'm sorry if my feet smell a little but it's been a long day and I can't wear those any longer so you're going to have to deal with it" she laughed, blushing slightly in the dark. She shook her hair out a little and returned her attention to Kevin, almost as if she expected him to do the same. He contemplated his next actions for a second before playfully replying with an exaggerated "fine," taking the hint and kicking off his shoes. His belt soon followed, along with the un-tucking and unbuttoning of his shirt, exposing the ribbed tank top beneath. The two strangers continued to talk about their jobs and personal life until a stunning moonrise caught Sofiya's attention. Outside the moon was rising off to the East, casting its reflection across the calmed Atlantic Ocean. Cruising at 36,000 feet removed most of the smog and cloud cover that would obstruct such an incredible moonrise, and the white light shone brightly into the cabin. Sofiya leaned over in her chair to get a better look, crawling over the chair that separated the two travelers and removing the last barrier that stood between them in the process. As she stared off into the night her hair draped across Kevin's arms and chest, releasing the fresh smell of her shampoo and a high dose of pheromones which enflamed every nerve in his nose. Kevin could feel pants stiffening at the sudden proximity of Sofiya's body; she was so vulnerable to him and it was taking everything he had to touch her. Sofiya was well aware of what she was doing to him and hoped that the mixed signals she had sent him throughout the evening would not put him off much longer. She put her left hand down on the chair squarely between his legs and softly pressed her wrist against his groin for support as she stared out the window in eager anticipation of his reaction. His stiffening cock pressed against her wrist and she leaned just slightly enough to trace the head of it with her skin, hoping he would return the favor soon. She did not have to wait long. The first caress lit her pussy on fire as Kevin's fingers slid up the inside of her left leg, just above the top of her nylons. She could feel a confidence in his touch, yet he was soft and slow enough to let her know he wasn't in a rush; his fingers were enjoying the ride her legs were giving them. Sofiya continued to look out the window as if nothing was happening at all, hoping the moonlight didn't expose the smile her pleasure forced upon her. She felt his fingers pause briefly below the liner of her underwear, as if deciding whether or not he could continue onwards or make her wait a little longer. She leaned further a little more, inviting a more thorough search of her warming thighs and puss; Kevin's fingers pressed on at the gesture and with much more confidence. When his first finger reached the edge of her black cotton thong, he traced the thick liner tightly tucked between her thigh and outer lips before crossing onto the thin silky cloth that covered her. He doubled back to the liner and began running up the length of it until meeting with its counterpart over her pulsating anal opening; an audible gasp from Sofiya quickly followed his discovery. He depressed the cotton string slightly against her, tantalizing the delicate nerve endings that begged for contact, and with a quick flick of his finger he was under the liner. He pressed up and down around the perimeter of her tight hole, dipping his finger into her opening deeper and deeper with each pass. The tease would end there however, as Kevin had bigger plans in mind. Racing down across the smooth cotton surface, his fingers chased her slit under her legs and found her sopping wet mound pressed tightly against her thong. He turned his hand, pressing his palm against her backside and sending four fingers forward to explore the treasures that waited before them. While his outer fingers ran along and under the seams of the thong, her clit came under the assault of his talented middle and ring fingers, rubbing across and around the center of her sex with each pass. Between the passing pressure of his inner and outer fingers, her fully aroused lips forced an appreciative moan that Sofiya could not hold back. Boldness guided his hand back across her silky smooth ass and under the confines of her skirt. With a quick snap of his wrist, he lifted her skirt and exposed her to the cabin. When she failed to protest, he firmly gripped her ass and started to slide his fingers in and out from under the thong's waistband as a gesture of his dominion over it. He pressed under the thong and slid his hand down the crack of her ass, teasing her pussy and asshole in turn. When he was sufficiently satisfied with her state of arousal, he reached up again to the bands that held the thong to her waist and gave them a firm tug. The cotton collapsed around the curve of her ass easily, uprooting the soaking remnants trapped between her flesh slowly and steadily. A cool breeze across her cunt sent hot and cold chills across her body, forcing every muscle in her body to twitch and turn in sexual excitement; she cooed under the barrage of sensations. Kevin heard the gesture and advanced his efforts two-fold. He dragged her thong to her knees and slowly padded his way back up her thighs, finding her pussy waiting and willing for contact. With not but a short run around the length of her slit, he buried his fingers deep into her canal two at a time. At the same time, he reached up with his left hand under her blouse and began caressing the soft skin of her exposed tummy. His first touch landed just above her belly button, and slowly moved towards her sternum, just under the edge of a lacey black bra. He ran along the supports of the cups in both directions, occasionally pushing hard enough to slip a finger under the wire frame. When he had surveyed the area appropriately, he cupped his hands over her left breast and began to slowly caress the whole of her tit. His fingers quickly found her protruding nipple and provided additional pressure and tighter circles, increasing its firmness through the fabric. His hand methodically switched back and forth from one cup to the other several times before retreating downwards again momentarily. "Enjoying the view?" Kevin asked with the retrieval of his left hand. "I can't complain" she replied between gasps for air, "although it could be a little better." "And how exactly would you improve it then?" Kevin asked, eagerly anticipating what kind of trouble she had in mind. "Well..." Sofiya started as she leaned back against his hand enough to force it out of her cunt, sliding her hands and knees a few feet back at the same time. "I can see the moon on the horizon pretty well, but I need to have my head a little lower to see the stars" she finally answered naughtily. With that, she lowered her head onto his legs, rested the side of her face mid-way down his thigh, and looked at the bulge that now strained against the fabric of Kevin's pants. His protruding cock was only inches from where her mouth now went to work, kissing the fabric around his cock. Her left hand reached under his shirt and rubbed his abs and chest, softly clawing at his skin with each down stroke. Her right hand pushed his left leg away, spreading the territory she was preparing to explore. Kevin moaned with pleasure when Sofiya's mouth finally found the tip of his cock. She softly bit his head through the fabric before following with her lips down the length of his shaft, her teeth providing a sharp pressure against his member, while her lips soothed and caressed him. She continued up and down the length of his cock several times, until Kevin's zipper nearly tore with tension created by his fully aroused cock. Pleased with her progress, she picked herself up and stared into Kevin's eyes and face. It was the first time since the concourse that she really got a chance to look at the man in front of her. The pale moonlight hit his face nearly at a perpendicular, shading every chiseled feature on his face; she saw beauty and danger at the same time, and her desire suddenly consumed every nerve in her body. Homecoming Ch. 01 Chapter 01: Brad Confesses (I promise if you allow me to finish this story you will be happy with the outcome for all parties involved. I love this story and it seems to take on a life of itself when I start to write. It is my hope that you enjoy it, vote for it, and continue reading. ************************ *********************** "Hang on just a sec." I said to Brad as I grabbed some clean underwear and a pair of dress pants and put them on. Walking to the door I was dreading this conversation. Knowing that this was going about the great news he had. When I opened the door he almost knocked me down to get in. "We need to talk little brother." He said with a severe look on his face. Trying to think back I knew that Jen and I had been quiet and that he did not hear us. At least I didn't think so. "What's up Brad?" Dreading the answer. "I asked Jen to marry me last night and she said yes." He said looking at his shoes. What am I supposed to say to that? "Well isn't that what you wanted?" "If you had asked me that 6 months ago I would have said yes, but not now." Now he had my full attention. "What do you mean? I heard you two last night and this morning. Didn't sound like you had any doubts then bro." Brads' face actually turned red. "I didn't say that I had doubts about fucking her. I just don't know if I still love her in the same way." Holy shit....Is he serious. "What brought this on? Have you met someone else?" I said laughing, but Brad did not laugh. "Are you serious? When? Where? You have been in Iraq for fifteen months." "Shut up Seth." Brad said running his hand over his head. "She is the medic in my unit and..... I love her. I love her in a way that I have never felt for Jennifer. Don't get me wrong. I love Jen but not in the same way. Man we were kids when we got together and she was all that I had known until I met Jami." Brad was blowing my mind, how am I going to handle this. "Why in the hell did you ask her to marry you then stupid?" "I got caught up in the moment and I didn't want to hurt her. She was so happy to see me and my god Seth I forgot what it was like to fuck her." I wanted to punch him in the mouth, but didn't think that would help my cause any. "Brad you have to tell her. You can't let her tell everyone and then dump her!" I said a little too excited, but not only was this the best news I had heard I didn't want Jen to be embarrassed. "Let me ask you something. Something that might make this easier for the both of you." Not knowing how to tell him about me and Jen I thought I might try this first. "What if Jen has met someone else?" Brad looked at me like I had just shot him. Maybe this was not the way to go with this. "Then why in the hell would she say yes Seth? Why would she fuck me all night, like she hadn't had any since I left?" "I am just asking, what if?" Brad sat on the edge of the bed for what seemed hours but was only a few seconds. "That would make me feel a lot better. That I hadn't hurt. I do care about her. What am I going to do? I need to stop her before she goes down stairs. Mom and dad are already up." "Brad I need to tell you something..." "Hey guys you ready to go down?" Jen asked through the bathroom door. "Just a minute Jen, will you wait in your room a sec and I'll be right there." Brad said through the door. "What did you want to say Seth, hurry up I need to talk to Jen." Brad started to walk towards the door. "Just wait a minute Brad, let me get Jen. We all need to talk." Walking through the bathroom to get Jen was the longest walk I had ever taken. I opened her door without knocking and there she sat on her bed trying not to cry. "Hey Jen, come on we need to talk to Brad, he is in my room." I could see the fear on her face. As she came closer to my side she whispered, "Does he know?" "No." Was all I could say. Brad was sitting on the bed when we walked in. I could see the hurt in his eyes. There was no way that this was going to be easy. "Jen, Brad needs to tell you something and I think you have something to tell him." She looked at me as though I had just hit her in the gut and betrayed her. Lord I hoped this worked. "What's the matter Brad? Are you O.K?" Jen asked with sincere concern in her eyes, She went to sit beside him on the bed taking his hand in hers. My Big Brother looked at me with tears in eyes. Never in my life had I seen my brother cry. I gave him a nod to tell her the truth. "Jen, I am not sick. At least not physically. I need to tell you something, but I don't want to hurt you." Jen looks at me confused and scared. Then she turns back to Brad. "What is it Brad? You are starting to scare me." "Jennifer you know I love you and that you have been my heart and soul since high school, if not longer?" She nods at Brad but says nothing. "I don't know how to say this. So I am just going to tell you. Jen I have met someone." Blinking, trying to hold her tears back she sits staring at Brad. Taking her hand out of his she looks at me......and smiles. "Did you tell him Seth?" "No." "Tell me what? What are you two talking about?" Brad stands up looking at me. Yep he figured it out. "I am going to kill you little brother!" He spits out through gritted teeth as he starts towards me. "Brad!" Jen yells, "What is your problem?" "What is my problem? What is my problem? It seems that my little brother gets off on fucking my girlfriend while I am gone fighting in Iraq." Getting in between us Jennifer looks into Brad's eyes with tenderness and takes off his ring and hands it to him. "I think you might have bought this for someone else." Brad looks at her, and his color starts to return and he sits back down on the edge of the bed. Jen bends down on her knees putting her hands in his. "We both have moved on Brad. You have found someone and I have too. I love you and I always will. I will always be here for you but I am in love with Seth. Are you in love with this girl?" Brad looks into her eyes, "Yes Jen I love her, but I still love you. Just not in the same way." "I know. Can I ask you a question Brad?" "Sure." "If you love this other girl, why did you ask me to marry you?" Brad actually turned red. "I guess I was caught up in the moment and I really did miss you. Why did you say yes? Better yet why did you spend the night making love to me? And little brother how could you let her?" "It wasn't his fault. We talked about how to handle you coming home and there was no way in hell either of us was going to have you go back to Iraq upset or hurt." Jen said with love in her eyes. Standing up Brad walks towards me, "Take care of her little brother or I swear I Will Kill You." Then he hugs me. "Hey Brad. When do we get to meet this girl?" I couldn't believe Jen actually asked him that. Laughing, Brad tells her that she is staying in the hotel in town and we can all go see her this afternoon. After dinner. "I'll leave you two alone to decide how to tell mom and dad. I'll be in my room." "Oh no you don't big brother. We are all in this together." "Okay, let me call Jami and I'll be back in a few." Brad hugs Jen on his way out the door. "I love you." "I know and I love you too." "That's enough you two, I have shared plenty enough this weekend." Brad looks at me with a shit eating grin on his face and pulls Jen to him and kisses her way longer than was needed. Then he walks out the door laughing. "Not funny Jennifer Jenkins." I say grabbing her and throw her on my bed lying down next to her. "My God Jen, I love you. Love you more than you will ever know." "Then show me. Show me how much you love me." She says taking off her sun dress leaving her with only lacey yellow panties on. I jump up and lock the door taking my pants and underwear off on the way. I have never seen Jen this happy. She is glowing, lying in my bed waiting for me. We no longer have secrets, I can love her whenever I want to and right now I want to. "Seth." "Yeah?" "Come here and fuck me. Make me come in the way only you can." What an invitation. My cock is hard and wants nothing more than to be inside Jen but he will have to wait. Leaning on the edge of the bed I grab her behind her knees and pull towards the end of the bed. As I pull off the lacey panties she has already made wet waiting on me I smile at her. "In a hurry sweetie? You are so wet." "I can wait as long as you can." She says with a smile. We'll just see about that. Pulling her to the end of the bed I get on my knees and place her knees over my shoulders. Slowly nibbling at her inner thigh up to her pussy I can feel the warmth and see the wetness. I use my tongue to put pressure on her little clit and slowly circle. She is pushing her cunt down for better contact with my tongue and moaning my name. "Are you ready? Do you want my dick inside you? Do you want me to suck your clit until you want to scream? Or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?" "Fuck you Seth." She hissed through gritted teeth as her pussy became wetter with my words. "What? You are panting, I couldn't tell what you said." "Seth please!" "Please what sweetie, tell me what you want." "All of it.. Everything! I want it all. I want everything you can give me." God I hope Brad takes his time talking to his new woman so I can take time loving mine. As I run my tongue up her slit I push it in and fuck her with it as my thumb is rubbing her clit with gentle pressure. When I pull my tongue out Jen pushes her cunt towards my mouth trying to reconnect the pressure. My God she taste so good, I want to eat her pussy until she comes, but my dick has other ideas. I know Jen though and she loves to have fingers in pussy. Giving her one last long slow lick from her opening to her clit. I pull my face away again she moans louder, "Please Brad fuck me please." Jens pussy is so wet and hot, she is pulling my hair trying hard to pull me up to her, but I want to take her slow to let her know that she is now and forever mine. "Shhh Jen, mom and dad are up." I tease her. "I am going to come Seth." "Not yet, let me have some fun. I want to love you in all the ways you love." Slipping a finger into her wet pussy she moans again. I get up and lay on the bed never taking my finger out of her I pull her up to the head of the bed and slowly insert another finger. This time when she moans my name I am there to take her mouth with mine and I kiss her moving my tongue in and out of her the same way my fingers are fucking her. "Seth please. Please put your dick in me. Come with me. Please." "How bad do you want me Jen?" To my surprise she moves dislodging my fingers. She has never pulled away from me before. Before I know what is going on she has shoved me on my back and is now straddling my cock. "How bad do you want me?" She said looking down at me, teasing my cock with her pussy. "Not funny." I tell her as I lift my ass off the bed to push my dick into her. Not letting me down she comes down on my cock, fully taking it in. Never in my life have I had a girl ride me. "Jen, I am going to come." Smiling, she says me too. When she starts moving up and down my cock faster and harder all I can do is grab onto her ass and follow her lead. "Seth I am going to come, fuck me. Fuck me hard." Grabbing her waist I roll her over and pound into her as fast and hard as I can. This time I couldn't tell you screamed louder. But I could hear Brad laughing through the thin walls. TO BE CONTINUED... Homecoming? Ch. 01 Author's Note: Many readers of Breakdown, on this and other sites, have expressed a wish to see more stories involving Galen Cuvier and his ladies. As a result of their encouragement, I've begun a new story, a sequel, if you will. This is the first chapter of that story. Chapter One Helen was busily cleaning her oven when she heard sounds of movement coming from the apartment next door. [What the hell? Galen isn't due back for another week!] Peeking out the balcony doors, she couldn't see any sign of his company car, and she leapt to the conclusion that someone must have broken in. [It's a good thing Mark is still at daycare!] Normally, at this time of day, on a weekday, she would have been at the office, but in honor of his daughter's upcoming wedding, the boss had declared a moratorium on work and sent everyone home early. Helen had opted to use the windfall of a few hours alone; to get a few things done that would have been difficult with a five-year-old in tow. She hurriedly washed and dried her hands before rushing out to the breezeway connecting the two apartments, forgetting to remove the apron she'd inherited from her mother. Sure enough, the door to Galen's apartment was standing open, held that way with a box of some kind. There was a rental truck backed up as close as possible to the stairs, obviously in order to minimize the effort required to move things between it and the targeted apartment. Helen examined it, intending to get a license number. It wasn't very large, nowhere near large enough to carry everything in the apartment. [They must only be after the electronics!] She had already started back toward her own apartment in order to call for security, when a tall, black-haired woman walked out of Galen's door and started down the stairs. [Damn! She's gorgeous! Why does she have to rob people? Odd, though, she's not carrying anything!] Instead, the woman climbed into the truck's cargo bay, and returned moments later with a box in hand. The box appeared to be filled with her own personal effects. [She's moving in!] It dawned on Helen that the people invading Galen's home might not be thieves, but squatters! It never occurred to her to wonder how they had gotten through security in the first instance. As the woman returned to the apartment with her latest load she noticed Helen standing near the head of the stairs, staring at her suspiciously. "Hi! I'm Justine," she offered, extending her free hand. Totally nonplussed by Justine's apparent bravado, Helen briefly clasped her hand, and said, "I live next door, and didn't realize that Galen had moved out..." "Oh, he hasn't! We're just moving in..." "We?" "Yeah, Angel and I... Hey Angel! C'mon out and meet the neighbor!" That summons brought another woman out of the apartment, this time a shorter blonde woman, who was every bit as gorgeous, maybe even more so. Approaching Helen directly, she said, "Hello. As you heard, I'm Angel." Helen couldn't stop herself from staring. [Yes, you are...] After an awkward pause, she stammered out, "I'm Helen Williams..." She paused again, searching for the correct way to proceed, and couldn't find it. She finally just decided to plunge in. "I'm sorry if I seem nosy or unfriendly, but I know Galen fairly well, and have for the last four years, and he never mentioned either of you. How do you come to be moving in with him?" The targets of her challenge first looked at each other, then Angel said, "Well, the short answer is, he told us to. You see, we belong to him..." "Belong to him how? Are you relatives? Girlfriends? What?" "Not relatives," replied Angel, " and not quite girlfriends. More like... property..." "Property?" Helen repeated, her voice rising almost to the ultrasonic range. "People aren't property! And I know that Galen isn't the kind of person who would do that to someone!" "Perhaps that was a poor choice of words," Angel offered, trying to mollify her, "but I can't think of anything better at the moment. Please, don't be upset. Galen wants us here, and we want to please him. I'm sure that he'll explain it better than I can, next week, when he gets back." She paused a moment, and added, "I have his cell phone number, if you'd like to talk to him now..." "No, that won't be necessary," Helen replied, dismissively. Angel's knowledge of Galen's schedule was reassuring in some respects, and unnerving in others. Besides, she already had Galen's number, and fully intended to call him upon returning to her own apartment. [Except that...] looking at her watch, she realized that didn't have time. "I have to go now. My son is at daycare, and it's time to pick him up. We'll talk more in a little while, okay?" "Sure," Angel agreed, looking somewhat troubled. "Any time." Following Helen's departure, Angel and Justine looked at each other momentarily, then simultaneously burst out laughing. "You know this is gonna cause problems," Justine said. "We haven't been here an hour yet and that woman already has issues with us..." "Yeah," Angel replied. "I guess Galen forgot to warn her about us. We're lucky he remembered to notify the complex security staff!" "Maybe we should give him a call, sort of give him a heads-up..." "I think you're right, but he's probably with a client right now. We'll call him before dinner." "Okay. You're the boss..." "NO! HE's the boss! I'm just his agent, for the moment." "All right, all right, you know what I meant. Just let me by so I can put this box down, my back is killing me." "Oh! I'm sorry honey... let me take that for you... do you want to give him your other news when we call him?" "No, I think we ought to wait until he's home. THAT's going to open a whole 'nother can of worms." "Yeah, he's probably gonna need some time to assimilate that, and decide what needs to be done. Oh well. Let's just finish moving in, and then I can prepare supper. You take it a little easier, though." "Aye, aye, ma'am," Justine gave her an exaggerated, mock salute, and they proceeded to work on the task at hand. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Galen approached his home with some trepidation. He appreciated the warning provided by the ladies' call, but the news that things had gotten out of hand with Helen had not been welcome! As he entered the parking lot, he saw that Justine's junk heap occupied his designated parking space, so, by default, he had to park his rental car in the visitor's area. It was already too late to deal with it now, but he'd have to return it in the morning. [Maybe I should see about buying a new car...] Retrieving his suitcase, toolkit, and laptop, he locked the car and headed for the stairs. Before he could get very far, however, the door to the apartment flew open, and a very excited Angel ran down the stairs to meet him. Justine followed at a more sedate pace. "Mm...uh...Galen! Sir! I'm so glad you're home!' Angel cried. Galen could see that the strain of managing the household and making the myriad decisions was beginning to tell on her. She practically flew into his arms, with eyes full of tears. Justine stopped a few feet away, and stayed there until he motioned for her to come into his embrace. Once in his arms, Justine said, "Hello Master. I'm glad you're home, too. Will you have some time for me tonight?" He grinned at the two women, and said, "I'm not counting on getting much sleep tonight. My plan is to make time for both of you, if my body holds up!" On hearing that, the women promptly tried to smother him with kisses, and he actually had to order them to stop, so he could get himself and his luggage into the apartment. Taking advantage of their presence, he handed the laptop to Angel, and the toolkit to Justine, and directed them to carry those items into the apartment. He handled the suitcase himself. As he mounted the last step on the staircase, he looked up to see an obviously irate Helen standing hipshot on the breezeway connecting his apartment with hers. "We have to talk," she growled. He swallowed hard, and nodded. "When?" he queried. "Tomorrow morning," she said. "It's shithead's (her pet name for her ex) day with Mark. He won't be here, of course, but his mother has already asked if she could pick up her grandson. You, me, and both of them. I'll call you. Okay?" "Um... okay... Is there something specific I should be thinking about?" "No," she spat. "I don't want you to have time to make up the answers!" "Why all of a sudden do you distrust me?" he demanded. "Because before now, I never knew that you might be a person who could own another human being!" She turned on her heel and stalked back to her apartment. Entering his own apartment, Galen dropped his suitcase on the floor, closed the door, and managed to forget, for the moment, the pending confrontation with his friend and neighbor. The ladies had decided to take advantage of his delay, and change into, shall we say, more visually stimulating attire. Angel was wearing her harem-girl outfit - the one she'd been wearing when they'd first met, and Justine had donned a corset, garter belt, and stockings. The women were sitting on the loveseat, in a tableau obviously designed for his viewing pleasure. They had left sufficient space between for him to join them, and he took the hint. As he did, they closed the space between, so that he found himself sandwiched between the two warm, lovely bodies, as they kissed him about the face, and caressed every part of him they could reach. He simply gave himself up to the sensation. After a short time, however, a familiar emptiness began to assail him, distracting him from the pleasure that his ladies were intent on providing. When it became impossible to ignore, he said, "Ladies, I hate to interrupt, but it's been a really long time since lunch. Do we need to order in?" "No, Sir," Angel replied. "I am preparing a nice roast, and some vegetables for your dinner, and Justine has selected a suitable wine. If you'd like we can put your welcome on hold for a while, and you can shower and change. By the time you're done, dinner will be ready." "I really do hate to break this up, but I think it's for the best, right now," he decided. Reluctantly, the women allowed him to push himself upright and stand. As he was doing so, Justine asked, "Would you like some help in the shower?" He gazed at her as he considered his answer. "No, you'd have to remove those," he said, nodding at her costume, "and I'd like to enjoy the view during dinner." She was obviously disappointed with not being allowed to help, but his comment about her appearance put a huge grin on her face. Taking advantage of the lull in action, he quickly moved to the bedroom, dragging the suitcase. As promised, when he returned to the living area of the apartment, Angel had served up a gourmet dinner. Oddly, though, she'd only set one place. Assuming the ladies had eaten something earlier, Galen sat in the chair, and started to serve himself. Angel, however, was having none of that. She intercepted his hand, and looked at him with a hurt expression. "Please, Sir, let us do this for you," she said. Reluctantly, he returned his hands to his lap, allowing her to pile a huge amount of food on his plate. In the meantime, Justine appeared with two large throw pillows, and placed them on the floor, one on each side of his chair. He watched, as the ladies knelt on the floor, one on each pillow. That's odd! Looking at Angel, he said, "As new as I am at this 'dom' business, I'll need some help figuring out what I'm supposed to do." Angel smiled. "We know, Sir, but you are a quick study. I'll help educate you as much as you desire, just as I'll help Justine in her new role." "Well, what's on the agenda here?" "Oh, that's easy, Sir. You simply relax and enjoy your meal. If you need anything, you just tell one of us. If you choose, you might feed us, as well." "You haven't already eaten?" he asked, and saw a look of horror appear on her face. "Oh, no Sir! When the Master is at home, a good sub never presumes to feed herself without his explicit instruction!" "Okay, this is beginning to be a little much... What about when I'm working in-town? Are you allowed to take care of yourself? Do I need to give you instructions to feed yourself at mealtimes? How far does this go?" Angel hung her head and took a deep breath. "Every Master has different requirements. I once had a Master who refused to allow me to feed myself at all. Usually, however, a Master will issue blanket instructions covering most contingencies, like you did when you left us in Statesboro." She looked up at him. "I had hoped you would do something similar, in a more permanent arrangement." "I can see that we need to talk about this, but for now, I think I'll just enjoy feeding my beauties." The compliment caused both ladies to brighten visibly. Having established what the "rules of engagement" were, Galen proceeded to chow down, and in between his own bites, he would poke a forkful of food at each of the girls in turn. At length, it became clear that Angel, at least, had had enough food, but was reluctant to refuse him. "Have you had enough Angel?" "Actually, Sir, a bit too much. I feel uncomfortably full now." "Okay. First rule of eating for both of you: When I am feeding you, you are to tell me when you have had enough. I don't want to have to guess. Understand?" Both women nodded their heads vigorously, and Justine said, "Master, I've had enough too." "All right then, let's talk. And, as much as I love the sight of both of you on your knees, it makes carrying on a conversation difficult, so I want both of you to get up and sit in the chairs." When they had complied, he asked, "Angel what's the purpose of the feeding ritual?" "It has multiple purposes, Sir," she answered. "First, it demonstrates our dependence upon you, our need for you to care for and provide for us. Secondly, it reinforces our obligation to be obedient and available to you. It really has a major role in bonding between dom and sub." "I see," he ruminated. "I guess we can't really get rid of it altogether, then. Besides, it's fun - at least a little. We might have to regulate it though. I can see where it might become inconvenient." "Yes, Sir. It is your option to invoke the ritual whenever you wish, as often or as rarely as you wish." Angel lowered her eyes and added, "I was presumptuous, I know, but I felt your homecoming warranted it." He reached over and lifted her chin, raising her eyes to look directly into his own. "You did fine," he said. "I have a lot to learn, and this seems important to you." Looking at both women, he asked, "So tell me, how often should I do this for your emotional well being?" Speaking first, Justine said, "Master, I would love it if you fed me at every meal, but I don't think I need it very often." Angel added, "Sir, I've been a sub longer than Justine, and the ritual is more important to me, but if you could see your way clear to invoking it at least weekly, I would be grateful." Galen nodded thoughtfully. "I think I can commit to weekly without a problem, and I may want to do it more often, on occasion." Seeing that both women were satisfied with that response, he went on. "I'll want both of you to take care of your health. That means eating at regular mealtimes, and having a balanced diet. It also means getting enough sleep and exercise, avoiding injury and disease, and having medical checkups on a regular basis. "You should eat nutritious meals at regular mealtimes - that's an order. When we can, we'll take our meals together. If there's some overriding reason for it, you might delay eating, or eat a meal earlier than usual. If you do, you need to be prepared to explain why. "Unless for some reason it's impractical, we'll do the feeding ritual at the evening meal, every Saturday. I may also want to do it at random times during the week. I'll tell you when. "Now, I know that there is a lot more we need to discuss, but for now, I'd like to just enjoy my ladies." He arose from the chair and added, "I'm going to adjourn to the bedroom. Would anyone like to join me?" He found himself being pulled bodily into the bedroom by two overeager women. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Galen woke to find his face buried in the luxuriant black forest of Justine's hair. He tried to move but found that he couldn't, at least very easily, because his right arm was firmly anchored to the bed by an estimated one hundred forty pounds of firm female flesh. She was nearly as tall as he was, as near perfect in proportion as he had ever seen in a woman her size. He also became aware of Angel's hard nipples, centered in the soft pillows of her breasts, pressing into his back. She was apparently still asleep, though, since he felt her soft, regular breath upon his neck. Although shorter than Justine, Angel simply was perfect. Sandwiched between the two lovelies, all he could think of was, What a great way to wake up! Presently, though, his bladder began to complain about the situation, so he set about wriggling himself free of his luscious concubines, and eventually made his way to the bathroom. As he finished his ablutions, he remembered the commitment to meet with Helen, and looked at the clock. [It's nearly 9:00 AM already. She could call anytime!] Returning to the bedroom, he hurriedly dressed himself, and began calling the women to wakefulness. Accustomed as they were to waking in their own time, they were obviously grumpy about it, but they didn't complain verbally. "Helen, next door, is a good friend of mine. I've known her a long time - strictly platonic, mind you - but a good friend, nonetheless. She wants to get a clearer idea of how our relationship works," he told them. Justine observed, with a wry smile, "You mean she wants you to explain - to her satisfaction - how and why you came to possess two slaves!" "Um... Yes. You have a way of cutting right to the chase..." Angel weighed in. "Do you think she'll be able to cope with us... as we are?" "I don't know," he responded, as the phone rang. "That's probably her. I guess we'll find out pretty soon." Justine answered the phone, and spoke briefly with the caller. Returning to the others, she told them that it had, indeed, been Helen, and that she (Justine) had invited her (Helen) to breakfast. "I hope you don't mind, Master, but it seemed to me we would be better off with a home-field advantage. She'll be over in about twenty minutes." "You did fine, Justine," he told her. "I guess we'd better get ready for company.' Returning to the previous conversation, he went on. "As I said: she's been a friend for several years. Real friends are few and hard to come by. I'd like to keep those I have. Bottom line, though, it may not matter whether she can accept our arrangement." "Why do you say that, Boss?" Angel asked. "Well," he replied, "it's pretty obvious that we can't live here, anyway. This apartment is too small. I'm thinking we need to buy a house. If we move away, any problem she has with having us as neighbors, becomes moot." Amid the squeals, hugs, and kisses, he concluded that the ladies felt that this was good news. When they had calmed down a bit, Justine withdrew a bit, and said "Master?" "Yes?" [I'm still not comfortable with that!] "There's something else you need to know." Puzzled, he asked "What's that?" "Remember you were worried that I might be pregnant?" "Um... Yes..." "Well, you don't have to worry any more. I am." She began to cry, softly. Homecoming? Ch. 01 To his credit, Galen was only momentarily immobilized by the shock. He recovered himself quickly, and moved to offer comfort to the distressed woman. Holding her tightly and rocking gently, he asked "What do you want to do?" She drew away and looked him in the eye, saying "It's your baby. What do you want to do?" "I want to create a situation that we can both be reasonably satisfied with," he responded firmly. "In order to do that, I need to know your feelings on the issue." She lowered her eyes, and said, "As you wish, Master. For my part, I would love to have your baby - but if you don't wish it, then I won't." She burst into tears again. "I don't want to, but if you say I must, I'll terminate the pregnancy." He drew her back into his arms, saying, "Becoming a father wasn't on my radar, but I'm not terrified of the idea." Lifting her face, he kissed her passionately. "If you want this baby, I want you to have it. What I don't want, is for you to feel that I'm forcing it on you, or that it's being forced on you by circumstances." Her reaction was predictably dramatic, hugging him tightly and covering his face with kisses. "You won't be sorry, Master," she vowed, excitedly. "I'll be the best mother for your child that any baby ever had." "I'm sure you will," he said reassuringly, "but this makes finding alternative housing an even greater priority." Looking for Angel, he found that she had withdrawn a bit, and looked a bit tense. "Angel," he said, "are you okay? You seem upset..." Shaking her head, her gaze fell and she replied, "I'm sorry, Boss. I guess I'm just a little jealous. I know I'm being petty, but... you let her call you Master... and now she's gonna have your baby... and I feel a little left out!" "Come here, Angel," he told her. Reluctantly she shuffled over to his side and prepared to await her punishment. He took her arm, and she flinched. [She thinks I'm going to hurt her, punish her!] He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "Angel," he sighed, "if it means that much to you, you can call me Master, as long as we're in private. I don't think it would be a good idea for both of you to be pregnant at the same time, however." "Oh, thank you Master!" she gushed, throwing her arms around both him and Justine. [Damn! I'll bet she took that as a promise to get her pregnant, after Justine delivers...] "Listen up my lovelies, we've lost a lot of time, and Helen will be here for breakfast any minute! Let's get dressed!" That sent them scurrying for their clothes, and while they dressed, he went to the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. He'd no sooner begun to work, than he heard the doorbell ring. With a sigh, he dropped everything to go let Helen in. As he opened the door for her, her face was set in a grim expression. "Come on in," he told her, stepping aside to let her enter. "The ladies are getting dressed, and will be out shortly. Have a seat while I start breakfast." With that, he closed the door and returned to the kitchen. Instead of seating herself in the living room, however, Helen followed him into the kitchen/dinette area, and sat at the table, watching him. After a few moments of silence, she huffed, "At least you aren't making them fix your breakfast!" With a wry grin, he responded, "Well, they'll probably pitch a bitch when they catch me in here. They seem to think that feeding me is some kind of privilege." Helen's expression darkened considerably, following that statement. "What's taking them so long?" she demanded. "Did you send them away, so they couldn't talk to me?" That angered him. He whirled toward her and shouted, "Justine! Angel! Get out here NOW!" The women came piling out of the bedroom with frightened expressions, saying "Yes, Master!" in near unison. They were mostly dressed, but had apparently decided that having a visitor demanded complete makeup, and they were still holding some components in their hands. Hearing their supplication, Helen glared at him in anger. Steadily holding her gaze, he spoke gruffly. "You wanted them here, now. They're here. Ask them anything you want. I'm going to cook now." He turned back to his task, ignoring them all. Helen sensed a subtle, but disturbing shift in his attitude toward her. She turned toward the two concubines, and was surprised to find them glaring at her, also, apparently angry that she'd upset their... Master! With a quick glance at Galen, who continued to ignore her, she addressed the women. "I'm sorry for rushing things. I was concerned that he might try to scuttle our talk..." "And what if he did?" Justine demanded angrily. "We are his! If he doesn't want us to talk to you, we won't!" Helen was taken aback by the vitriolic response. Turning to Angel, she asked, "Do you feel the same way?" Angel nodded, and, in a more conciliatory tone, added, "He isn't forcing anything on us. This is just the way we are." Glancing around at the others, she ventured, "Maybe we should just tell her the whole story." Justine and Galen were still angry, but both nodded their agreement. Angel went over to Galen and kissed him, then nudged him away from the breakfast preparations with her hip. "Perhaps you should begin," she suggested, as she took over the cooking, "by describing how we came to meet?" Galen sighed, and sat down opposite Helen. Justine was still standing at the entryway, so he waved her into another chair. Turning back to his guest, he started to talk. He told of the automobile breakdown on I-16, and his hike toward the nearest town. He told of stumbling across Mary's Game Room, and subsequently discovering that it was a lesbian biker bar. He finished by describing Justine's entry to the bar, trailing Angel. As he concluded, he looked at Justine and nodded. Justine picked up the story, to describe her anger at his obvious reaction to Angel, and how she attacked him. "He kicked my ass!" she almost bragged. Angel joined the telling then, as she continued to prepare the meal, to describe how they had been kicked out of the bar. She told how Galen had taken the women back to their apartment, and the events leading up to Justine's being broken to slavery. Justine picked up the tale again, to describe how Galen had inadvertently broken her will, and how he had gently inducted her into her current position as his concubine. The distracted smile on her face, during the telling, attested to her pleasure in that status. Angel finished the tale, describing the concubines' fears that Galen might desert them, and how he had assuaged those fears, instructing them to move to Atlanta. "So you just moved here on his say-so?" Helen asked, horrified. "Of course!" Justine responded hotly. "I told you, we are his!" Angel added, more gently, "Both he and we knew that we didn't have a future there. The only practical way for him to take care of us, was for us to move here." "But... but... he controls your entire life!" Helen was completely nonplussed. "Yes... and we like it that way," Angel asserted. Justine nodded her agreement. Helen stared at the table silently, for long moments. Finally she looked up at Galen and said, "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. I should have known you wouldn't treat anyone badly, at least without a good reason. Rising from her chair, she continued, "I'm still not happy with the idea that you have slaves, but I guess I'll get used to it." Galen stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Please sit," he asked. "We invited you to breakfast, and besides, we have more to tell you." Reluctantly, she complied, and stared at him expectantly. "First, the bad news, I suppose," he began. "This apartment is obviously too small for this many people. We are going to have to move into something bigger. The girls and I will be looking for a house to buy, hopefully somewhere nearby." Hearing this, Helen's face fell. [He's leaving me?] She felt like heart had dropped through the floor, and her eyes began to fill with unshed tears. Neither she, nor Galen, who was watching, understood her reaction. He was mystified. [I didn't know we had that kind of relationship...] He reached over and touched her hand. "I hope we can continue to stay in touch..." She nodded her acceptance, and he went on. "Justine also has some news. It's a bit more positive..." Oblivious to Helen's distress, Justine announced perkily, "I'm pregnant! I used an OTC test kit, but the result was extremely positive! I'll start looking for an OB/GYN on Monday." As Angel served up breakfast, Helen stared blankly at Justine. [That tears it. He isn't likely to want a Plain Jane like me, when someone that pretty wants to have his babies...] She picked at her food for a few minutes while the others chattered on, ultimately giving up the pretense of eating. Rising from her chair, she announced, "I'm sorry, it's delicious, but I'm just not very hungry right now. I think I'll just go back to my apartment and lie down for awhile." She paused, looked at Galen, and said "I hope you are all very happy together." With that, she turned and left the apartment and its mystified occupants.