0 comments/ 8653 views/ 3 favorites Switching By: logacai This story was written for and dedicated to my Dom. I was asked what I would do given the opportunity to switch, scared me—but it also pushed me to expand and think more about O/our relationship. I finally managed to beat you home from work; usually you are home before I am because you go to work at a different time. I have been trying for weeks to beat you home from work because you told me that you would let me have you as my toy for part of a night if I could manage to make it home before you without skipping out of my own work. I have spent enough time being a sub that I know it is what I want and what I love. While I have been nervous about being in the lead for the night, I know everything will be alright because you will be there with me. Even if you can't speak to me, I know how to read your body well enough that I will know if I am doing things the right way. As you walk in the door you see me kneeling naked waiting for you with my eyes on the floor. You walk up to me and lift my chin forcing me to look you in the eyes and you nod. You had told me previously that this was my signal for knowing that it was my turn to Dominate you. You back away from me as I gracefully stand up and walk up to you telling you not to move. I start with your shirt, stripping you out of it, teasing the whole time. Kissing your neck and running my nails all over your upper body. As your shirt comes off I stop to play with your nipples, twisting and pinching them until they are hard and aching. Sliding my hands down the front of you I kiss and lick my way to your nipples and nibble, bite and lightly chew on them as I work on the buttons of your pants. I then step back and tell you to take everything off but your underwear and to follow me. At the play room door I stop you and tell you to put on a blindfold, I do not want you to see what I have in store for you tonight. I take your hand and lead you into the center of the room. All you feel is the cool air blowing around you because I have turned a small fan on in the corner. I take both your hands and ask you if you trust me. Then you feel the cold metal of hand cuffs latching onto your wrists, locking your hands in front of you. As your hands are pulled upwards, higher and higher, you realize that I have tied a rope to the chain on the cuffs and have threaded it through the eye bolt in the ceiling. You can feel the tug of the rope as your arms are pulled straight up. I pull the rope until you are almost standing on your tippy toes before I tie it off. I then kneel down in front of you and pull your cock out through the opening on your boxer shorts. Slipping it into my mouth and sucking it all the way down my throat swallowing so I do not choke. I pull back to the head and run my tongue all around the tip and the bottom of it, applying a little more pressure there, and making sure to tongue the slit. As I am doing this I have also reached for the spreader bar and am beginning to attach it to your ankles by feel, as I keep you distracted with my mouth on your cock. I take it all the way down my throat again and drag my teeth along it on the outstroke, forcing your feet as wide as the spreader bar will go, forcing you to your toes. I stay and suck on the head of your cock running your balls around in my hands until you are almost ready to cum before pulling away. Once you have had enough time to wonder what will happen next, you feel the cold metal of scissors on your leg and hear the sound of your boxers being cut away. Once you are completely naked I step back and look at how I have strung you up, stopping to ask and make sure you are as comfortable as possible and nothing is pulling in the wrong place. I ask if you remember your safe word. As you answer in the affirmative, I force a ball gag into your mouth to keep you quiet. I step back and pick up the crop that you have used so well on me in the past. This is one of my favorite toys. I begin by running it all over your body, just the tip, letting you feel the leather. Then I start tapping you on your cock, gently, so you can feel it without leaving any red spots. I work my way down your right leg, just tapping-barely enough to mark. I work my way back up your other leg working with the same pace and strength of taps making sure to tap your cock and balls. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you wonder how hard I am actually going to hit you there. I continue up your torso tapping you all over and making sure to get your nipples a few times. I go all the way up the inside of your right arm to your elbow, switching over to your left arm and moving back down your body. As I reach your chest I increase the blows to make them pop and snap sometimes alternating, sometimes not and putting different amounts of pauses between the blows so you cannot anticipate when they are coming. I make sure to get the snaps on your nipples, a few to each one, as I watch them grow hard and red with the attention. Tracing a line down your stomach with red marks I pop you on the cock again, almost enough to leave a mark this time and then I lay a few on your balls, barely hard enough to leave a mark. From the way you jerk, I know it hurts and I smile. I work my way back down to your feet and drop to my knees, sucking you back into my mouth. I want you to be completely hard and as close to cumming as possible. When you are moaning and trying to buck and thrust your hips at me I deep throat you once more and pull off your cock letting my teeth scrape harder than last time, giving a good loving suck at the end. I stand and walk around behind you, leaning into your body and running my hands over your chest. I whisper into your ear 'how does it feel to be the bitch?' As you groan and nod I pinch your nipples hard enough to make you gasp and step back, picking up the crop again. This time I start with the pops at the top of your back and work my way as slowly as I can down your back and to your butt skipping the small of your back to ensure nothing happens to your precious kidneys. I make sure and level a few extra blows along the line where your butt meets your legs, knowing that is extra sensitive and continue down the back of your legs. On the way up I increase the blows to snaps and work my way all the way back up your body, stopping and spending some extra time and strength on your ass. I do love the way it looks when it is all red. I drop the crop and reach around you to fondle and pull on your cock roughly. Jacking you off and asking you if you want to cum, as you nod I step back. 'I agree, but we need a venue change'. I un-strap your feet and loosen the rope holding the cuffs, but I do not remove the cuffs. 'Go climb on the bed baby and lay face up.' As you do I follow you and hook the chain on the cuffs to the hook you so conveniently put in the headboard for me. Once I have you hooked up again I remove the gag, but leave the blindfold on. I then make sure you are still rock hard and ready for me. I reach forward and snap a cock ring onto you to make you last longer and make it harder for you to cum before I want you to. Then I walk away, leaving you to wonder if I have left the room or not. The next thing you feel is something cold being dripped all over your cock. I put the lube in the refrigerator, just to see how you would react to it, as you gasp and complain that it is cold I reach down and wrap my hand around your cock spreading the lube all over it and warming you back up. I climb on the bed over you and straddle you. Instead of getting fucking in the pussy, which you do very well, I am curious to find out if I am one of those lucky ones that can have an anal orgasm. I have come close before, but you have always finished before me. I sit up and straddle your cock, lining it up with my entrance, I slowly lower myself. Stopping to breathe when the head of your cock pushes into my ass, I move slowly lower myself until my butt is against your groin and I grind into you. I am so hot I feel like I could cum with a touch, but I am not done with you yet. I get a rhythm going using your cock like the dildo you usually make me use when you want to watch me fuck myself. I lean forward and start pinching and twisting your nipples trying to pull them off of your chest as I move faster and rougher. I fuck myself hard on your cock and lean forward farther to kiss, lick, and bite at your mouth as I am tormenting your nipples. Just the idea of using your cock to fuck myself while there is nothing you can do about it has me on the edge of cumming. I sit up and reach between us, unsnapping the ring and lean forward, ordering you to cum with me. I feel your cock pulse in my ass as your cum shoots up inside me and I go over the edge into a fantastic O. I black out and come too collapsed on your chest, moaning and twitching. Thanks to the wonderful editing job and encouragement from theMasterBaiter. You have been a joy to work with and talk to. Switching Sandy Krause was the picture, the very picture of contentment. She had, at a very early age, set her sites on not only being a lawyer but being a prosecutor. These days, as assistant county prosecutor, she was a happy woman. Of course, she still got feed back from her family, mostly from her older sister Mona, since her Mom and Dad were now both gone, about being what Mona called 'an old maid'. But Sandy argued that the concept of 'old maid' was no longer a viable category in a society where women could excel just by virtue of their innate abilities. Sandy herself was a retiring beauty. At 5'6" and a solid 130 lbs she secretly thought of herself as fat but didn't worry about it terribly, since one of her passions was running. She had been in love with running almost as long as she had been enamored of being a prosecutor. She started each day, except Sunday, which was her 'day off' from her morning run, with a good 5 mile or so run. She called it stretching her legs. She also was quite a lovely figure with her reddish-auburn hair, and her lycra running pants, capri style, and tee shirts. She normally did her morning 6 miles at a nearby lake with a good running path around it. Over a period of time she'd met various other runners and was a favorite on the lake scene in the mornings. There were both men and women who were there on a fairly regular basis to run. It's how she knew Johnnie Marely, local handy man, city fireman, and general good guy. He even did some work now and then for Sandy around her place, and especially in her back yard. If there was a person that Sandy could, would go for, it was Johnnie Marley. But she wasn't serious enough about it to do anything. She was certainly at ease with her own 'old maid' status, at least for that time of her life. She was a very sensible, very pleasant, and very happy 32. She hadn't felt much trauma at all, when she passed 30, though some of her friends had had a kind of grim birthday party for her. But running wasn't her only passion. The other passion was gardening. She loved to be on her hands and knees with her fingers in the dirt. She'd been working at transforming the soil of her yard with mulch and fertilizer for years. She'd bought the place because of its potential for a grand garden, and she spent a good deal of her 'free time' working on the flower beds that she'd put in and fooling with the plants. There was only one fly these days in Sandy Krause's life's ointment, that was her niece April. And that was all up to Mona. She loved her sister Mona flat out, and always had. Her big sister had perpetually been a joy in Sandy's life. So that, when Mona called and asked if April could possibly live with Sandy, while she attended a local college in the city, Sandy had not even thought of saying 'no' to her. Mona was overjoyed. Sandy remembered the conversation clearly: "Sandy, hon," Mona had said, "She's a spoiled child; I admit that. But she loves you so much. I'm sure that it will work out." Sandy knew that it was important to Mona. She'd raised April as a single mother and did well enough but Sandy knew that all the school expenses were weighing heavily upon her. She was determined to do her part. What she pretty quickly discovered was that Mona's statement about how much April 'loved' her aunt was pretty much overstated. April Haig was pretty much the opposite of Sandy. She was lithe, a blonde, and as self centered a young lady as Sandy had ever come across. From the start there was not really any attempt on April's part to communicate with her aunt, about anything. April had a tendency to listen to whatever her aunt was saying, much as Sandy always remembered April just 'listening' to her Mother in a semi-tune-out kind of fashion. It drove Sandy wild but she had made a commitment to Mona and was going to carry it through At a fairly early state in the 'relationship' Sandy made it plain to April that things would be okay, if she did what she needed to do and abided by her Aunt Sandy's rules. Those rules were stated and made plain. It was also clear to April that her Aunt Sandy, unlike her own Mom, would not be a person that she could mold or, as she put it, 'handle'. So abide by the rules of the house it was. They settled into a quiet kind of stand off. Sandy was willing to settle for that, if it was the best that she could expect from the girl. The relationship started to take an unexpected twist one morning during one of Sandy's runs. That morning there was a group of people out, since it was fall and gorgeous. Johnnie Marley was out running also, and unexpectedly settled into a stride next to Sandy and ran with her. "I see you have a house guest," Johnnie said. "Yes," Sandy said brightly, always enjoying his company. "It's my niece April, my sister Mona's girl. She'd been at a community school for her first two years and is here at the university for her last two. She's living with me, so that I can help out." "Good for you," Johnnie said. "I met her at Dugan's the other night with a bunch of students." Sandy laughed, "And what was a big fireman like you doing at Dugan's?" "Lookin' for women!" Johnnie said with equal glee. Sandy came back with: "Typical man!" Johnnie just grinned at her, and finally went on: "I mentioned it, Sandy, because I want to ask April out and wanted to make sure that you didn't mind." Sandy was taken back by what he said but reached out for her equilibrium immediately and said: "Fine, Johnnie; it's no problem for me." She said that though she felt a kind of pang at the thought of Johnnie Marley and April. But Sandy, as usual was in charge of herself and her emotions quickly. It was later that day, April was home from classes and said to her aunt: "Aunt Sandy, I have a boy coming over today; we're going out for a movie." "How nice for you," Sandy said guardedly. "Is it someone I know?" "He's a local, a townie," April said with a depreciating laugh, "A fireman. His name is Johnnie Marley. I think he might be fun." "Yes," Sandy said, pleasantly, "I know Johnnie; he works here now and then for me." "Oh, cool," April said. "Well, I just wanted to let you know." "Thank you, April," Sandy replied and didn't look forward at all to the time when Johnnie Marley would come to the house to fetch her niece. April and Johnnie went out two or three times a week for a period of two weeks. Sandy became used to seeing him come to pick April up and was becoming what she personally described as 'fine with it' during that time period. It was a few weeks later. Sandy had the day off, she'd had her morning run. It was a balmy Saturday. April had announced that she was meeting a girlfriend to go mall crawling for the morning and maybe part of the afternoon. Sandy opted to stay in her running clothes and do some pruning in a bed that was dominated by a 'Harry Lauder's Walking Stick' bush. It was a bush that she loved. She was spending the time working in the bed, down on her knees and talking to the Harry Lauder. "Are you doing well, pal?" she asked. "Just wanted to know." She hesitated and said: "What is that?' "A drink?" "Of course. She was interrupted then by a man's voice saying, with a certain amount of glee: "Uho! Plumber's crack on the horizon." Sandy turned around to face a grinning Johnnie Marley, her hand went automatically to the back of her waist, where she discovered the truth of what he'd been saying to her. In her kneeling and bent over position, she was indeed showing the top of a pair of pink pink panties, since the black, lycra running shorts had ridden down, and so had the waist band of the panties. It exposed a good two inches of her ass crack. She got a grin on her face and said: "Johnnie Marley, don't you go fooling with your elders!" "Oops!" he said, holding out his hands, "Sorry, Ms Prosecutor." "So, what's up today?" Sandy asked, in a friendly fashion, as she got up. "Oh, you could have stayed down there!" he said and covered his mouth with his hand. "Johnnie!" she said. "Okay, I'm here to pick up April. We have plans." Sandy's face clouded over at that point. "She's gone off with a girlfriend; she said that they had plans to go to some malls this morning and this afternoon. Didn't she tell you?" There was a dumb struck look on his face and he said: "Gee, no, she didn't!" Then, after thinking just a bit, he went on: "Stood up! How about that?" Sandy was genuinely upset by it; she suspected that April did this on purpose, although she couldn't fathom why. "Sorry, Johnnie," she said, "My niece is flighty!" Then she smiled and said: "How about a consoling cup of coffee?" "Sounds a treat," he said with a smile, although it was easy to tell that he was upset by the turn of events. They sat together on her patio and had a cup of coffee. She also had some scones that she'd made the day before. "Scones are good," he said. She smiled: "Made them myself." When the coffee was finished, she said to him: "Johnnie, I'm sorry about this. I don't understand her." "No problem, Sandy," he said, "Not something that you did. I only had the morning anyway. My shift starts this afternoon and I have a 24 hours on." He got up then and said: "Thanks for the coffee anyway. It was a treat to spend the time, and, by the way," he was grinning now, "Nice plumber's. . ." He never finished it. She broke in with a warning: "Johnnie Marley, you don't want to be fooling with the assistant county prosecutor! Now do you?" He laughed and said more brightly: "No, ma'am, I sure don't! Not that way at least." He said this last with a big grin on his face. That evening, as she was preparing dinner, April came into the kitchen and asked her how her day had gone. "Johnnie Marley was here for you today," Sandy said and April giggled. Sandy turned to the girl and said: "You mean that you knew he was coming?" "Of course," April said. "But that's so rude!" Sandy said. "Oh, Aunt Sandy," April said in a breezy fashion, "You know nothing about it, about men! I mean, your age and all. You don't date and. . ." She stopped there because of the blazing look on her aunt's face. Sandy said, with barely controlled anger: "So instruct me, April." April became defensive right away and in a snippy voice said: "It's very simple. You go out with a guy a few times and make sure he has a good time. Then you can afford to ignore him now and again. That has the result of keeping him interested and off balance. It's a basic dating plan." "No," Sandy said guardedly, trying to calm her temper, "I guess that I don't know about such shameless scheming." April turned on her heels at that point, announcing that, since her aunt was going to be so impossible, she was going out for a burger. She stomped out. Sandy was shaking with anger. She set the dinner aside, deciding to get it a bit later and sat down to talk to Mona on the phone. She had always had a great and close relationship with Mona and they always were able to talk about anything. Sandy got he sister on the phone and began by explaining what had happened and how it made her angry to see such scheming and lack of consideration. "Hi, honey," Mona said softly. "How's it going?" "Oh, Mona," Sandy said, "That's why I'm calling. She just stomped out." "Tell me, love," Mona said, and then Sandy went on to explain what was happening and her reaction to it. "Amazing," was Mona's answer. "Is this a friend of yours?" "Oh, he's someone that I know; I use him now and again to help with the garden; he's a kind of handy man as well as a local fireman. That's all. It's just so dishonest; is the way it seems to me." "I know," Mona said, "She's always had this kind of stubborn streak. That much I know. Can she still stay with you?" "Of course, dear," Sandy said, and then: "And, Mona, if it comes to the point where she needs to move out, or I have to ask her to move out, I promise you that I will pay for her rent or room and board." "Oh, you wouldn't have to do that,"Mona said, obviously relieved. "No, sweetie," Sandy went on, "I have given my word and I'll keep it in some fashion. I'm not going to allow you to have financial problems over this." "You're so good!" Mona said. "I love you too, Mona," Sandy replied. "We'll work this out." "Call me, if you need," Mona concluded, "And we need to get together soon." "Yes, love we do," Sandy finished. There was no big confrontation about the issue between them. It was the next day. April was up early and met her Aunt, as she was getting ready to go to church. "Sorry, dear, that I got upset," Sandy said. April got an immediate smile on her face, which Sandy strove to ignore, and said: "That's okay, Aunt Sandy; just rest assured that I know what I'm doing." "Well, dear, I hope so," was Sandy's answer. In church Sandy sat with her thoughts, trying to get ready for the service, when she noticed Johnnie Marley and a lovely young woman sitting across the way from her. Hers was a mixture of almost glee at what this meant for April's cavalier treatment of him and also a kind of regret that Johnnie had a girl. She reigned in her thoughts and feelings immediately. After the service, she was leaving and, after greeting the pastor, heard a voice calling her. It was Johnnie. He had his hand on the elbow of the lovely young woman that he was with. Sandy just sighed. She'd been hoping to get away without any kind of meeting. "Sandy," he said with a smile on his face. She greeted him cordially and waited to be introduced. He smiled back at her and said: "Sandy, this is my sister Beth; Beth, honey, this is a friend Sandy Krause." Beth gave Sandy a special smile and extended her hand. Sandy, grinning at that point almost foolishly, shook the hand and turning to Johnnie said pleasantly: "I spoke to April." "Oh," he said, "That's okay, I'll talk to her." "Fine," Sandy said, and then excused herself, telling Beth first that she was pleased to have met her. Things settled down for a bit, and Sandy began to hope that her talk with April, as disastrous as it had seemed, had some effect. Then there was a Tuesday evening. April told Sandy that she and a girl friend were off to a movie. She said that she had no studying to do and was up for an evening out. It was about eight PM, when the doorbell rang. Sandy already had had her evening shower and was dressed in a light yellow, silk robe. She had a glass of wine and was settling down to a British mystery, her favorites, when she heard the door bell. She went to the doorbell and was surprised to see Johnnie Marley standing there. "Hey, Sandy," he said, and continued right away: "You look lovely." Sandy blushed and said: "Oh, thank you." There was an odd silence and Sandy went on: "I was pleased to meet Beth; she's such a lovely girl!" "Yes, she's a beauty," Johnnie said, and then: "Is April ready?" "Oh, dear!" Sandy said ruefully, "She's gone out. She told me that she was going to the movies with a girl friend. I'm so sorry, Johnnie." Sandy thought for a moment, and said: "Uh, can I invite you in for a glass of wine?" She was nervous and even surprised herself with the invitation. "Oh, sure," he answered. "I suddenly don't have any plans." "Well," she went on, "Come in, Johnnie; I'm so sorry that April is this flighty." "That's okay, Sandy," he said, staring at the way she was dressed. "Yes, stupid me!" Sandy said, realizing how he was looking at her. "Wait here a moment, Johnnie, while I get dressed. I'm just out of the shower.." He grinned at her and said: "Well, don't dress on my account!" Sandy laughed with him and stuck her tongue out at him and flounced out of the room to put on jeans and tee shirt quickly. "Better!" she said, when she came back but he pouted visibly and said: "I hardly think so!" Sandy giggled and said: "Stop it!" He held his hands up defensively and said: "Sorry, prosecutor!" "Assistant prosecutor to you, mister!" she said, and went to get another glass of wine. Coming back she said to him, with concern in her voice: "The girl's simply scatter brained." "Oh," he said, "I think she's just doing a kind of 'shuck and jive' on me. You know, keep me in line better." "Really?" Sandy asked, secretly pleased that he did understand the game that April was playing. They talked for a while and, after drinking his glass of wine, he said that he was going to go home. "Sorry again, Johnnie," she said. "You have no need to apologize," he said, turning to go. Then on an impulse that she obeyed, she said a simple 'Johnnie', and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back, both of them enjoying the contact but not saying anything about it. "I'll talk to her, Johnnie!" she said. "Well, don't get into a battle with her on my account," was his comment as he went to the door. He hesitated then, as if wondering if he should say something or not and, turning to her, said: "Sandy, you look lovely tonight." "Ohh," she said, and her hand went to her mouth in surprise and she blushed. He just grinned, as he went out the door. Her talk with April that night was again a stormy one but for a totally different reason. She talked to April, when she came home and told her that Johnnie had been there, that they'd had a glass of wine together before he left. April was really upset about that: "What are you doing, Aunt Sandy?" she asked with controlled fury. "Stealing my boyfriend?" "Steal?" Sandy spluttered, "Boyfriend? A good friend of mine that you treat with such shame and contempt! How dare you, young lady? Remember to whom you're talking." It was at that point that April backed down. She got a smile on her face and said: "Sorry, Aunt Sandy, I was just surprised, is all." She went and hugged her Aunt, as Sandy said: "We're friends and have been for a while. He was disappointed, and I gave him a glass of wine before he left. Stop making a big thing of that. It's you who is treating him shamelessly." April stepped back and said, with a sugary voice: "Aunt Sandy, I know what I'm doing here. It keeps Johnnie interested." "I hope you do," Sandy said. She bit her tongue then and decided that she'd simply process this event too with Mona, and that would calm her down. She suspected that the whole thing wasn't over. She called and Mona answered. Mona could tell from the sound of Sandy's voice that something had happened again. Right then Sandy regretted calling her sister. She loved Mona to distraction but didn't want to add to her woes, and realized that these sisterly chats were doing just that. "Happened again?" Mona asked. "Yes," Sandy said and went on: "I'm sorry to be calling you about this stuff, Mona." "No, honey," Mona said, "It's best if we keep in contact with each other about it. Really." "Oh, I don't want to add to your woes," Sandy went on. Mona laughed and said: "With you handling April these days, I don't have that many woes though. I'm up for a promotion at work and things are looking fine." "Good for you, girl!" Sandy said, "Tell me about it." She was pleased to be able to have something else to talk about and get the conversation off of April's behavior. Mona told her about the possible promotion and promised to keep Sandy advised about it. Sandy was tickled. She knew how hard Mona worked and also knew how difficult it had been with her husband Ben dying and leaving little or nothing for Mona and April's future. They had a sisterly chat for a long time. At the end of it, Sandy promised to keep Mona informed about what April was up to. She also repeated her promise to take care of April's lodging expenses, if staying with her didn't work out. Switching Mona's last question was one that kind of stunned Sandy: "Sandy, honey, this Johnnie, do you care for him yourself?" "Ohhhhhh, "Sandy moaned, "Mona, I don't know; I hope not. It would complicate things awfully. Plus, it's April that he's interested in. I'm yesterday's news." "Don't you say it, girl!" Mona chimed in immediately, "You are way beyond gorgeous and some day just the right guy is going to get into your pants!" "MONA!" Sandy fairly yelled, as she gave in to giggles. "Well, it's true!" Mona said. "Good night, Mona," Sandy said, grinning still. "Think about it, sweetie," Mona said. And then Sandy had herself under control enough to answer: "I promise that I will." April and Johnnie had another date within the next few days, and Sandy, for the time at least, began to breathe more easily. The following Saturday, Sandy had a long morning run. During her run she was looking around, and realizing that she was looking for Johnnie. Mona's question had never left her mind but she was no closer to answering it now than she'd been, when it was first asked. She was merely and constantly aware of the fact that Johnnie was interested, for better or worse, in April. After her run, she kept her running clothes on and was going to do some garden work. April found her there in the garden on her hands and knees. "Sarah and I have plans today," April said, "So, I'm off." "Okay, honey," Sandy said, "Enjoy yourself." "I will," April said turning and leaving. It was about a quarter of an hour later that Sandy heard a truck out in front of the house. She didn't think much of it, just that it was the neighbors. Her own property and yard took up one whole side of the cul de sac where it was situated. The back ran up hill to woods and was wooded on two sides, kind of hemming the garden in. But Sandy liked the way it was framed by the woods. She was humming to herself and was on her knees, when she heard a voice: "Son of a gun, prosecutor, plumber's crack again and a thong!" Sandy straightened up immediately, realizing that Johnnie Marley was there, staring at her butt crack, she didn't even need to feel back there this time, since she was, indeed, wearing a thong and he'd only know that, if she were displaying it. "It's assistant prosecutor," she said, "And you stop sneaking up on me and staring at my butt crack!" Then it dawned on her that April was doing it again. "Oh, Johnnie," she said, "April's not here. Did you have a date with her?" She said this with great regret. "Well, yes, I did," Johnnie said, "But I didn't come to see her." "No?" Sandy asked, looking up at him. "Of course not," he said, laughing, "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me!" Sandy smiled at his wisdom finally. "No," he said, his voice unsure of itself but walking toward her, "I came to see you, I think." "Me?" Sandy said almost with a squeak. He chuckled then involuntarily and said: "Maybe I just came to stare at your ass, and that marvelous plumber's crack." "Johnnie Marley," she said softly, and the statement this time was by no means a complaint. "In that case," she said, "I guess that I hate to get up, but I'm going to, Johnnie." "Yes," he said. "Yes." So that by the time she got up from the ground, he was standing right next to her, almost up against her. "It's you," he said, "It's been you. Once I realized that by going out with her and putting up with her foolishness, I'd be able to still be in touch with you. I just figured it out." "You did?" she said, unsure of herself. "Well, actually," he chuckled again, "It was Beth that told me. Told me about how I looked at you in church and all but I realize that she was telling the truth." "Oh," Sandy said, now standing her feet. Then she added: "Why didn't you just ask me?" "Scared to, I guess; afraid that there was no way you'd go out with me. This way I got to know you better, maybe get on the inside, I guess." There was a silence but she was smiling. "I'm not sure what to do here just now," Johnnie said. "What you want, I guess," she said. "In which case," he said now grinning and getting on firmer ground, "Then you'd better get back on your knees and show your butt crack again because I want to get at least my hand down there." She giggled but gave him a suspicious look. "Truth now, Johnnie; I will not be toyed with or anything like it. Just truth. Are you here with me now to get April jealous?" "There is no April," he said desperately. "There never was an April. There was only your niece and the fact that with her I'd get a chance, maybe to become close to you.' "Ohh," she said softly. Then she got a decisive look on her face and said: "What's Beth's cell number?" "Why?" he wanted to know. "Johnnie, I'm a lawyer; I cover all the basis. Just give it to me." He did and she called the number. "Hi, Beth, this is Sandy Krause." Sandy said a few pleasantries and then said: "Yes, he's here; he's been staring at my ass, not for the first time! Yes, I know that men are that way. I need to ask you because I think that you know. Why has your brother been dating my niece." "What?" Sandy said then, and "Repeat that please; I'll put you on speaker." Then Beth's voice was heard and she said: "He was never interested in your niece; it was always you that he's been trying to get close to. That's why he's staring at your ass." "Thank you, honey," Sandy said, turing off the speaker then. "Yes, I'm going to let him stare at my ass a bit now, and, yes, lunch soon. Bye." Sandy was resolute at that point. She had the virtue of being able to stick absolutely to what she needed to do, when her mind was made up. Johnnie was looking at her and grinning. She said to him, as she got back down on the ground. "Fireman, I have only two more to plant here; you just stare away, and then, when I get up, then it all begins." "Yes," he said, "It all begins." Sandy got down on her hands and knees to plant again. She raised herself up on her knees and reached behind her. Then she did the most courageous thing that she could ever remember doing. She grabbed her lycra pants by the waist band and pulled them down to her knees, so that this time, when she got down and leaned forward to plant, her ass cheeks, with the sting of the thong wedged between them, were on display. "Is that what you had in mind, fireman?" she asked, smiling at him over her shoulder. "Oh, yes!" he said sighing. "Well, we'll graduate to touching in just a second here," Sandy went on, "But first these bulbs have to go in." "Yes, looking," he said, "Just looking now and then touching; do the bulbs first but let me say, Sandy, that you are just a vision of loveliness!" "Thank you, Johnnie," she said. And he went on then and said: "And what an ass on you!" She giggled and went on with her planting but managed, while he watched to shake her ass cheeks a little. "Oh dear!" he said, absolutely absorbed in what he was watching. "There," she said rising, and pulling her lycra pants up. "All done." "Oh, too bad," was his first comment and she laughed. "Warning here, Johnnie," she said, "I've had my run and then worked in the garden; I'm a dirty girl just now!" "A treat just now is what you are," he said solemnly. "Then come," she said, and held her arms out. "Let's try this out." "Oh, yes," was his comment as he went into her arms. They kissed, a first kiss. It was warm and soft. Her lips were what the poets called 'yielding' and his heart was thumping away. They broke the kiss with her whispering: "Wonderful! Exciting! Oh, Johnnie!" Then, after he'd kissed her neck just a bit, she raised her head and she kissed him again. It was even better than the first kiss. She reached for his hand, as they kissed, determined to get all from him that this moment would allow. She might have been playing 'hide and seek' with her emotions up until now, where he was concerned, but she wasn't going to any longer. Once she grasped his wrist, she pulled his hand downward, until she left it resting on her ass cheek. "Oh my!" he whispered into her open lips, grazing then her tongue with his, and feeling the wonderful ass on her. "What a girl! What a babe! What a woman!" he praised. Sandy lowered her head onto his chest and sighed. That was the position that they were in, in the back yard, when April came home and found them. "Aunt Sandy!" she simply screeched. Sandy and Johnnie broke apart immediately. April was immediately in her element. She didn't let anyone get away with things with her. "Bitch!" she spit out, "Stealing my boyfriend. Old bitch!" Sandy loved Mona like there was no tomorrow, and she had always treasured her niece, especially, she discovered of late, when April was far away. But she had limits to her tolerance and what she would allow and countenance. Without even a thought, Sandy hauled off and slapped April's face. The slap was hard enough to rock April back on her heels. Then Sandy waded into the girl and slapper her other cheek, sending Sandy reeling the other way. April began to cry. No one had hit her, it seemed, ever. She couldn't remember a time when that had happened. This kind of thing was so new to her that she didn't know what to do. "Be quiet, young woman," Sandy said in her court voice and April was indeed quiet. "Now remember who I am and where you are; remember your manners or I'll slap you again. Just be quiet and let Johnnie tell you what's going on and has been going on." Johnnie just stared at the two women. He was taken aback by Sandy's immediate reaction to the name she'd been called. He began to speak softly: "April, I was never interested in you; it was my way to get closer to your Aunt, whom I've had feelings for, for a long, long time. Why else would I have put up with your infantile actions, the wasted dates, the no shows." April continued to cry, simply not knowing what to do. Sandy gave Johnnie a quick kiss and said: "Johnnie, leave this to us to sort out. I'll be in touch with you later." "I'll be at the fire house," he said, "My shift begins tonight." "Can I come there and see you?" she asked. "That'll be a hoot; the assistant prosecutor coming to visit me at the house!" he said. She smiled and he moved toward her. They ignored the weeping girl near them and kissed each other again. "Lovely," he whispered. "Just lovely." Then directly into her ear: "You even smell nice! Love the 'sweaty you' smell, woman." She kissed him again and he left. When she came back from seeing Johnnie out, she spoke up before April had a chance to: "Okay, young lady, I've been entertained by your nasty ways, your selfishness and your tongue about long enough. My life and job are stressful and I will not allow my home to be. Go upstairs and pack your things. You're leaving. By the time you come down with your suitcase and things, I'll have your Momma on the phone. April began to cry harder at that point. It only then began to dawn on her what her own willful temper had accomplished. Mona answered after only one ring. "Hello," she said. "Mona, it's Sandy." She could tell that it was trouble by the sound of Sandy's voice. "What did she do now?" Mona asked softly. Sandy explained it, what Johnnie had said and what happened, and then April's reaction and the names she used. "Oh, dear!' Mona said, "Sandy, I'm so sorry." "Honey," Sandy said, "I meant it, when I said that I'd pay for her living expenses, if she weren't going to live here. I apologize to you, love, but I don't want the stress in my house any more." "I understand," Mona said. Then Sandy broke in with: "She's coming into the room now; I'll put you on speaker, unless you want to talk to her privately." "No, put me on speaker," Mona said. At that point April was standing miserably with her bags. She still had tears on her face. "Momma," she said, sounding genuinely sorry. "What have you done, you silly girl?" Mona asked. "You knew that your going to the university was marginal for me on my salary and all depended on you living with your Aunt Sandy, and now look at what you've done!" "Sorry, Momma," April said quietly. "And I don't blame your Aunt Sandy for putting you out; I know how difficult her job is. I know also that she's a woman from whom you could learn a lot that would benefit your life, and all that you can come up with is calling her an 'old bitch'!" Again April started to cry and mumbled a 'sorry'. "What do we do now?" Mona asked. "I don't know, Momma," April said. "Of course you don't know;" Mona fumed, "But that didn't stop you from treating people in a terrible way and when it backfired on you, going into one of your nasty tirades." "Mona, honey," Sandy broke in, "April and I will find a place for her to live. I'll call you, when that's taken care of." "Thank you, sweetie," Mona said. Then to April she said: "And listen to me, April; your Aunt Sandy has been kind enough to indicate that she'll pay your rent, wherever you happen to go. And I will tell you outright. If you don't make this work, then you have to drop out of school. Do you understand." "Yes, Momma," the chastened girl said. "One more thing," she said then. "Apparently your infantile games with Johnnie Marley didn't work out. I don't want you interfering with that man again. He is apparently interested in your Aunt, and you just leave it. Do you hear me, April?" "Yes, Momma," April said again. "I'll call, Mona," Sandy said then, and hung up. There was a long silence then but finally April struggled to talk to her Aunt. The experience that April had had with first her Aunt's anger, and then with her Mom has chastened her a great deal. She and Sandy finally had a sit down talk then. April, more cooperative than Sandy had ever seen her, was all help and chagrin. She said, after they talked a bit, that she thought a friend of hers might be looking for a room mate and she'd call her. She seemed quite serious about letting her attitude mess up her Aunt Sandy. She made the call and it was arranged. April was relieved and Sandy refused to leave her until she'd made the transition and gone to the friends to move in. On the way there Sandy told April that she wanted her to make sure that she let her know what she needed in terms of rent and sundries. April thanked her Aunt very kindly, and apologized again, crying all the while. Once Sandy had dropped the girl off, she went back and took a shower, finally! In the shower, she realized how much she was looking forward to going to see Johnnie that evening. It was only a little later that Sandy got a phone call. It was from Beth. "You don't mind my calling do you?" Beth wanted to know. "Oh, no, of course not," Sandy said quickly. "I want to be good friends." "Making cup cakes here," Beth went on, "Am going to take the batch over to his fire house after a bit, and I was wondering if you'd like to come along." "Oh, thank you for asking," Sandy enthused, "Do you think that I could take something too? Maybe scones?" "They'd love it; they eat everything in sight," Beth said laughing. "Is he . . .is he working through the night?" Sandy asked. "No, crafty one," Beth said laughing, and Sandy joined in the laugh. "He's on a twelve hour shift, will be done at 3 AM," Beth answered. "Beth," Sandy said, "Hesitating. . ." But Beth knew what Sandy was going to say: "Don't mind a bit," Beth said softly, "Ask him to come over, when he's done. It'll be early morning, but I bet he would." "Look," Sandy went on then, with sudden inspiration, "Can I pick you up, I mean after I do the scones, and we'll grab dinner somewhere?" "Oh, that would be nice!" Beth said and then offered: "I'm wearing only jeans and a tee." "Jeans and a tee it is," Sandy said ringing off. She busied herself then for a good hour or so making a batch of cranberry scones. She was all out pleased to be baking for the fire house. She liked the idea and liked even more the accompanying idea that she was baking for the fire house because her man worked there. While the scones were cooling, she took another shower and dressed. She knew that it probably wouldn't make a difference but picked out her prettiest pink panties and a matching bra. She picked out a Florida tee shirt, a pink one also, and, being a bit adventurous put on a pair of older jeans that were, she thought, getting a bit small. She modeled in front of her mirror and liked the way that she looked in the jeans. "Hmm," she proclaimed to herself, "Nice and tight in the ass! Johnnie watch out. Here comes the assistant prosecutor with her tight jeans showing her ass and her big, beautiful 36s poking out." It sent her into a gale of giggles. She picked up Beth on time. Beth put the cup cakes into the back of the car and slid into the front seat. "I love your car!" Beth said. "One of my indulgences!" Sandy said. "It's like the car and the house for me, or has been. I love the luxury of the car and gardening is my delight." "Oh," Beth proclaimed, "I like that too; it's just that we have so tiny a back yard at the apartment building. I never get to do any." "I could always use some help," Sandy said. "Maybe you could do your own bed. My back yard is so huge." "Really?" Beth asked. "That's so nice of you to mention it." The thought pleased the two of them. When they got to the fire house, Sandy parked in the side lot and they went through the big front doors. Immediately a voice rang out: "Lovely ladies bearing gifts! Johnnie Marley, front and center. Watch out, Bud, one's a lawyer!" Johnnie came out around the ladder truck grinning from ear to ear. He moved toward Beth, who said severely: "Johnnie Marley, don't you dare hug me first!" Johnnie grinned at his sister and took the tray of scones from Sandy, passing them off to eager hands, who took the tray of cup cakes also. He then enfolded Sandy in his arms, and they took time to kiss. Another voice rang out then: "Uho, romance on the floor; all hands!" Guys appeared from nowhere before Johnnie was done kissing Sandy. They were suddenly applauding and Sandy, blushing, hid her face in his uniform shirt Then with a dramatic, cavalier type of gesture, Johnnie said: "Gentlemen, this lovely baker is Sandy Krause, assistant county prosecutor and my main squeeze. Sandy these are the no accounts of the fire department." They hooted at him then for what he'd said, but were polite and quiet, as Sandy said: "Pleased to meet you," to all of them. Then he moved to give Beth a big hug and kiss also. "Thanks, you two, for baking and bringing goodies," he said putting an arm around each of them, and walking them back toward the common room, where already the cup cakes and scones were disappearing. They sat and talked for a bit. Beth said to her brother with obvious relish: "Sandy has invited me to put a garden bed in, in her back yard." "Hey, great idea," Johnnie said, knowing how much Beth would like that. He turned to Sandy and said: "Beth is coming down the home stretch in her nursing studies. It's been a long haul but absolutely worth it. Having a garden has been one of the main frustrations of the apartment, where we live. That's so nice of you." They were walking back toward the front of the fire house, after a bit. Beth smiled and went on, while Johnnie and Sandy lingered a bit "What time to you get off?" she asked quietly. "Three AM," he said, "This is my twelve hour shift today." "Would you call me?" she asked. "Really?" he said, "You'll be sleepy." "Easier to take advantage of me then," she said with a grin. Switching "Well, there is that," he said, grinning also. "I promise." They kissed again before parting. "He's mad about you," Beth said, "I told him how stupid I thought his April plan was but sometimes men are so obtuse, and he was that nervous." "Well," Sandy said, with a smile. "It seems to have worked. He said he'd call me, when he was done at 3 AM." Sandy gave Beth an earnest look, as she was about to get out of the car at her house, and said: "Beth, I promise that I won't hurt your brother. I know at some point you'd need to say it. I'm serious here, overwhelmed but serious. It's as if it's come out of nowhere. I was pretty upset, once I realized that my ditzy niece was playing mind games with Johnnie. I just had no idea that it was. . .well, you know." Beth stroked Sandy's face and said softly: "Girlfriend, I know that but thank you for saying it, and I'm glad that his campaign turned out the way it did." They kissed affectionately in parting. The phone rang, and Sandy automatically looked at the digital clock, which said that it was 2:55 AM. "'Lo," Sandy said in a dark voice. "Sleepy lady!" Johnnie said, "This is your fireman." "Hi, Johnnie," Sandy said. "Can you come over?" "I'm smelly!" he said. "Just cleaned up from a run." "Oh," she said a bit worried now,"Are you okay?" "Fine," he said, "It was minor but lots of smoke." "Come please, I'll give you a bath," Sandy said. "Can't resist such an offer," he said to her, "Give me about ten minutes." She was waiting for him at the door. He was grinning, when he saw her waiting there. She was wearing a floor length white nylon nightgown, tonight with no panties. "Oh, my, look at the lawyer!" he said. "Come here, fireman!" she answered, her arms outstretched, and he came into her arms. "Ah, smoked Johnnie for a middle of the night snack!" she quipped, loudly sniffing him. He moved slightly so that he could kiss her, she kissed him back, ran her tongue along his lips and his teeth and into his mouth and accepted his tongue in her mouth. "Come, wonderful man," she said, taking him by the hand, "Bath time." As she walked along, in front of him now, she pushed first one strap off of her shoulder and then the other. The gown, straps down now, lingered a little bit until she kind of shook herself and then the gown, on its own, descended until it was caught in folds at the middle of her back. She walked, still in front of him, and shook just a little bit and the gown, as if on cue from her, went down and now hung around her hips. The sight for Johnnie was entrancing. "This is one of the sexiest things that I've ever saw!" She turned and grinned at him, showing her swaying tits, and then kept walking, at the stairs now. She wiggled her hips just a bit and the gown started to move again. Now its drape around her hips changed, her ass crack came into view. "The plumber's crack that Johnnie likes," she said over her shoulder "Loves!" he corrected. The gown started to shift again. Now the whole top of her butt was visible, and the gown was now moving, slowly, of it's own accord. Sandy didn't need to make anymore encouraging moves. The gown slipped and was caught barely around the roundest part of her butt. She kept climbing the stairs. Johnnie kept staring and grinning. Finally, gravity took over and the gown slipped, first down to her thighs and then her ankles. Then she kept climbing the stair, and simply walked out of the gown, as if not noticing it. He picked it up and hustled up a stair or two and grabbed her by the hips. He held her there so that he cold kiss her ass cheeks, which she wiggled in his face in response. "My god you're gorgeous!" he said. "Come bathe with me, Johnnie, Johnnie, my Johnnie!" she said, taking him by the hand again. "After that little strip show with your nightie," he said earnestly, "I'll do anything that you want." "Oh, I just want everything, is all," she said, with a smile. "Good!" he answered, "You're tired, I'll do the work!" "Goodie!" she said, as they walked into the bathroom together. She had a large, triangular jacuzzi tub that she began to fill immediately. As the water was cascading into the tub, she turned and began to unbutton Johnnie's uniform shirt. He smile and just allowed her to continue. She had him naked in no time and told him to slide into the tub. He did and she began the process of washing him, using soap and a soft sponge. Then she did his hair. She leaned over to wash his hair a second time and allowed her breasts to swing down and rub against the back of his head. He made soft noises of pleasure. "I'll be right back, love," she said to him softly. "I have to get a towel." When she came back into the bathroom with the towel, she discovered him making soft noises. He was asleep! "Oh, dear," she said, "Tired man!" She helped him get out of the tub, as he apologized for falling asleep. "Not a word about it, Johnnie my love," she said. "It's bed time for you, just bed time; come with me." She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom and tucked him into bed. Going around to the other side of the bed, she climbed in after him, whispering to him: "Sleep now, my magnificent man; sleep." He rolled his head over in her direction, so that he could kiss her but went to sleep quickly after that. Sandy rubbed her nakedness against his side and enjoyed the warmth and the nearness of him. She had strange dreams. They were sweet but strange. She rarely had erotic dreams but these were amazing. She was naked and languorous and the dream was as erotic as she could possibly imagine. She woke from her sleep and only slowly came to her senses, and then realized that he was snuggled up against her, her back was to him and he was indeed making love to her. The feeling, the emotions were overwhelming. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she cooed, "This is a life altering thing; not dreaming now. . .not dreaming at all! It's Johnnie and. . .not. . .just not dreaming now." His big arms were around her and his hands were being free with her nipples and her pubic mound in front, while he slowly and forcefully motioned himself in and out of her wet pussy. "Oh, Johnnie," she said, "Fucking me! Tell me, Johnnie, say it, say it, say it!" "Fucking my Sandy now!" he said into her ear. "Waking her up the right way!" Even with the slowness of his love making, her orgasm was building. She reached around behind her to almost desperately reach him. She got a hand on his ass cheeks and squeezed, as he heated his approach and began to quicken his motions. "Yessssssss!" she sighed, moving now along with him. She turned her head to the pillow and wailed her release into the pillow, as Johnnie came and came. He rolled off of her and she immediately draped herself across his body. She took his wilting cock in her hand and fondled it. "Lovely, lovely man!" she said, "Thank you for that." He kissed her, and said: "Thank you for taking care of me last night and for understanding!" "But, Oh, Johnnie," she said right away, "Going to bed with you, going to sleep with you, just being with you was such a treat. A treat for this girl!" "Have to say that the losing of the nightgown was probably the sexiest thing that I've ever seen. Have to say that." She giggled and said: "Glad you liked it, fireman!" "I have talents," she went on, "That I haven't shown you yet." "Do tell," he said. "Yes, let me show you!" she said, moving and sliding downward and taking his wilted cock in her mouth. "The rumors are true!" he said triumphantly. She stopped and said: "What rumors?" "That the assistant county prosecutor is a cock sucker!" he barely suppressed his laugh, when he said it. "Now, now, fireman Marley," she said softly in a menacing voice. "My mouth and teeth are down here by your privates. Do you really want to take that tone with me?" He smiled down at her and said: "But I never believed the rumors! Never at all!" "But you should believe it," she said, then she giggled and kissed the head of his cock again, and began, again, to suck it. He came in her mouth fairly quickly after that, and she lingered to clean him off. Then she said: "Coffee? Johnnie, are you ready for some?" "Guess I am," he said, yawning. "I'll get it ready," she said to him. On the way out of the room, she scooped up his clothes and said: "Robe in the closet. I'll wash these. Won't take very long." "Service!" he said grinning. "The best for our best!" she said, donning her own robe and leaving the room. She made the coffee, and while it was in the process of dripping, put his clothes into the washer to wash them. By then the coffee was ready and she took him a cup. "Room service," she said, entering the room, where he was still lounging in bed. "Lovely! Is what I say," he said to her. "You, this! Making love to you! Sleeping with you! You taking care of me! Just lovely!" She put the cup of coffee down on the night stand next to him and hugged him and said: "Oh, Johnnie, it is! It is! I can hardly believe how much all of this has taken me by storm!" He opened his arms for her and she went to him, whispering into his ear: "I love you, Johnnie Marley, just love you!" "That's what I've wanted all along!" he said with great satisfaction. Epilogue: They settled into a very pleasing kind of schedule. Sandy would have lunch or dinner with Beth a few times a week and they'd visit the firehouse, as often as not with something that they'd baked. They became popular visitors. Sandy was constantly overcome by the passion that she and Johnnie were finding in each other. For her it was so unexpected, and therefore even more delicious. Sandy had been thinking about redoing her basement. She had large storage rooms down there that she didn't really need for that purpose. So, with April in the back of her mind, she decided to turn the space into an apartment. If April needed the apartment, she'd have it ready for her. On one of his days off, she and Johnnie were lounging on the bed, he was idly running his hand up and down Sandy's naked hip and thigh. "Feels nice!" he said softly. "You feel well!" she countered and kissed him. Then she got serious and said: "Johnnie, I'm thinking of having the basement rehabbed into an apartment kind of setting. Do you know of anyone who does those sorts of jobs?" "Sure," he said, "I do; have off and on for years." "Really?" she asked, excited now. "Really!" he answered. "Can we take a look?" she asked him then. "Let's go," he said, "Naked tour!" "Oh, goodie!" was her giggled response. They toured the area and made some plans. She liked the way that the project was beginning to shape up. "I'll pay you whatever you say," she said. "Well, I don't know about that!" was his response. "Johnnie!" she said in a hard kind of voice He simply held up his hands and said a quick: "Okay, okay!" In a few days he began by tearing things out that needed to be taken away. She insisted that she help and he show her how to do things. They were in the middle of getting a wall framed one day, when Sandy heard the doorbell. It was Beth. "Sorry, I didn't call!" Beth said. "No problem, love," Sandy said, giving her a hug. "We're working on the basement project." "Basement project?" Beth inquired. Sandy told her about what they were doing in the basement. "Oh, can I go and see?" Beth asked enthusiastically. "Sure, honey," Sandy said. They went to the basement, where Beth gave Johnnie a hug. "Oh, I love this!" Beth said, and looking a the two of them, who were smiling at her enthusiasm, asked earnestly: "Can I have it? I mean the apartment?" "Beth!" Johnnie said incredulously. Sandy just looked with a smile on her face and asked: "Serious?" "Serious!" Beth said. "I'm doing my practical work now and will be all finished soon, and I'll want my own place, and with you two living her together, it'll be perfect." Johnnie came out with another surprised: "Beth!" But Beth was grinning and, immediately so was Sandy, who said: "Wonderful! All of it." She turned to Johnnie and said: "Johnnie, please, please come live with me!" He grinned at her and said: "Out maneuvered by two females!" Sandy grinned at Beth, who returned it. Then Sandy and Johnnie were hugging and Sandy opened her arms to bring Beth into the hug. "What a wonderful thing!" Sandy said. Then she kissed Beth's cheek and said: "You need to tell us what you want, how you want it and all." "Oh, how exciting is that!" Beth said doing a little dance from her excitement. They went over the plans and made some alterations that Beth wanted. The three of them were extremely excited about the whole plan. With kisses and hugs, Beth left to go to work at the hospital, leaving Johnnie and Sandy. "I have to go to work too, love," Sandy said. "You know that this means that you don't pay me for this job!" was Johnnie's next comment. "Then I get to work with you and help," Sandy said. "Agreed!" was his comment as he kissed her, slipping his hand down to cup her ass cheek during the kiss. It was two days later, Johnnie wasn't scheduled to work until six PM that evening, and was working on putting up wall board. He heard Sandy arrive. In just a little bit, she opened the door at the top of the stairs and began to come down. "I'm here to help," she announced. "Yes, dear!" Johnnie said patiently and then uttered a quick involuntary: "Oh, shit!" Sandy came down the stairs wearing a hard had, construction shoes, socks and a tool belt, nothing more. She had a hammer draped in the tool belt, and it covered her pussy partially. She had another hammer that covered her ass crack partially. "Here to inspect the job," she said very officiously. "From the government." "Well, government inspector, your hammers are out of place?" he said in a hoarse voice. "Really?" she asked pleasantly. "Where should they be?" "At the side," he said, still stunned. "Like this, you mean?" she asked and shifted the belt, putting the hammers to the side. "You're just trying to see my pussy!" she accused. "No," he returned, grinning now, "Actually I was trying to see your pussy and your ass crack." "Worked! Didn't it?" she said, matching his grin, and moving toward him. "Perfectly!" he said. "Come here counsel!" "Coming fireman," she said. "Not yet but you will," was his comment, "As soon as I get my lips on your pussy!" "Ohhhhh!" she said, sliding into his arms. He took off her hard had and kissed her. He lowered her to the floor and said: "Let me get these fucking hammers out of the way!" "Oh," she asked sweetly, "Is that what you use the hammers for, Johnnie?" She grinned at him and he said: "Watch out lady; you're fooling with the fire department's finest here." She got a kind of wicked glow in her eyes and said: "Anything! Johnnie! Anything is what you can do! Fuck me with the hammer handle, anything!" "What a wild woman you are!" he said, rubbing the hammer handle against her pussy lips. "Ohhhhhh, yes! Johnnie, Johnnie, do dirty things, really dirty things. I like that, like that, like that." He wiggled the hammer handle around at her pussy lips for just a little and then threw the hammer aside, clamping his mouth over her pussy mound totally. She screamed her delight, as he ate her. She came shouting. Then she was against him again and said: "Right now something for Johnnie! Do something outrageous, Johnnie! Something wild that you only think about in your erotic dreams. Do something," He had his cock out of his jeans then and moved her around. She wiggled her ass in his face and he bit her ass cheek, getting yet another scream from her. Then he pushed his cock all the way into her. It took her breath away and she only managed a sighed: "Yesssssss!" But he switched then and had his slimy prick at her ass hole. "Here it comes, counselor!" he said, "Something dirty, 'something wild' she wants and will get." "Oh yes," she sang out, "Corn hole me, Johnnie!" He began to laugh and said: "Sandy, damn it stop making me laugh." He pushed his hips and popped his cock head inside her ass hole, with her yelling her way through it. She breathed with it and settled as the initial pain settled into a pervading buzz. Her head was on the floor and she was talking to the floor: "My man's fucking my ass now! Doin' dirty things now!" "Crazy woman!" he said, straining as he came in her ass. He cuddled her on the floor then and she said: "Gee, Johnnnie, I thought that we were going to work!" "What the heck do you think that we were doing?" he asked incredulously. "Oh, I love you, love you, Johnnie Marley!" she said, "Come and live with me!" The project took about a month of their time. She did help him, as he taught her, and Beth moved in. Beth was tickled and the three of them settled into a life for themselves. One of the interesting events that did take place during those weeks was a visit from April. She said she wanted to talk to her Aunt Sandy. It turned out that she was fairly overwhelmed by her room mate, who wanted a romantic relationship with April. "I know what a creep I've been, Aunt Sandy," April had said, "But she treats me so. . .so nice all the time. She wants me to sleep with her. I don't know what to do." "What's the first thing that comes to your mind, when you think of her and of sleeping with her?" Sandy asked. "Oh, it's. . .it's like it's exciting, I guess," April said. "Well, then maybe you should try it," Sandy said to her. April hugged her, saying: "Thank you, Aunt Sandy; I. . .I will think about it but you might be right." Not long after that, April brought Jenna to meet her Aunt Sandy; they were holding hands all the while. It was shortly after that, when a scene took place between Sandy and Johnnie. They were in the bedroom. Sandy was wearing only a pair of beige panties, and Johnnie was wearing work shorts and a tee shirt. He was aware that something was bothering her. He stopped what he was doing and said: "What is it,love?" "Oh, Johnnie, I'm so, so nervous," she began and faltered. "Tell me," he said softly. "Johnnie, I'm going to have a baby!" she said softly, tears coming to her eyes. "What?" he bellowed. "We're going to have a baby?" "Yes," she said, still subdued, "I didn't know if you'd be pleased or not!" "Pleased! Hot Damn!" he shouted, and went down on one knee. Sandy shrieked. "Marry me, my Sandy, make me a Daddy!" he said. And she jumped on his wrapping her arms around his neck. They knew that Beth was home, having the day off. Without a thought, Sandy grabbed Johnnie by the hand and almost ran with him to the stairs that went to Beth's apartment. "Sandy!" he said a few times but she was not to be deterred. She knocked frantically on the door, until Beth opened. She was shocked to see Sandy standing there, holding on to Johnnie's hand, but wearing only her panties. "Beth," Sandy exploded. "I'm pregnant; we getting married!" Beth, in her turn now, squealed and hugged Sandy. They were dancing around together in their joy and grabbed Johnnie and made him dance their little dance with them. Then Beth took a look at Sandy and said: "Johnnie give her your shirt." Sandy realized then what she was or wasn't wearing and let out a loud 'eeeep' noise, as she took his shirt. "Sorry, honey," she said to Beth. "You're so pretty!" Beth said and hugged her again. "I've got to call Mona," Sandy said then, "And then we celebrate." Johnnie was just watching all the activity and grinning. "When?" Sandy said, "How soon??" Switching "Now, today, soon!' he said and caused another outbreak of the dancing. It was indeed soon. The End.