0 comments/ 9772 views/ 1 favorites Time By: submissive_nurse She wondered why the only time she could feel his love was when he was striking her. When he drew his arm back and struck her bottom with his belt, or with the crop, or even his bare hand, were the times when she knew he loved her. Or when he punished her other ways. She wondered if that is why she was such a pain in the ass sometimes? She needed to feel his love, and she'd get it any way that she could. How fucked up is that? She knew even when she was being disobedient that she'd be punished, somewhere deep inside her head she knew that. Maybe that's why she did the things that she did, and said the things that she said. The only times that she had felt truly happy in a great many years were when she was with him, or when she was writing about him. She knew the rules, she knew them very well, she just chose to not follow them on certain occasions. Her motivations were known only to her, he didn't take the time to figure them out. And for that he would lose her. And someday, when he looked around his life and saw that there was no one who would love him like she did, he would be sorry. But sometimes money is more important to people than love, as sad as that is, it's still very true. The first time they had met she had been so scared, so intimidated, so fearful. He had made her feel comfortable and safe, and she gave up to him feelings that she'd never given anyone else before. She'd never been bound, she'd never been struck, and she held all that newness up to him and gave it freely, trustingly, lovingly. He took it. Just took it from her and gave her, in return, the knowledge that this was indeed the kind of life she would choose. He gave her little else, his Time was just too limited and valuable elsewhere. His Time was more valuable to him than she was. She thought about all this as she drove south, heading towards where she knew he would be. She was happy and sad at the same time, because she knew it would probably be the last time they were together. She sensed this intuitively as she drove along in her Jeep, going anyway, in spite of that knowledge. She would risk everything to see him one last moment, even her heart. He called on the cell phone within minutes of her pulling in to the parking lot of where his business was located. The Goddess always watched out for her in little ways like that. He was in a hotel right across the street, and she drove to it immediately after their brief conversation. She pulled her jeep around to the side door and she went in to the room number he had given her. As soon as she opened the door she could see that grin of his, that lovely, sweet smile and those eyes looking right in to hers. She stepped right in to his arms and they hugged for a few minutes, God, she had missed him so much. They went out and carried her bags back into the room. He had to go attend to some business across the street, but he wanted to get her punishment out of the way before he left, punishment for her latest indiscretion. She had been very disrepectful in an email, had pleasured herself without his permission on several occasions, and they both knew she needed to be punished. As he held her for a few moments before the punishment, he slid his hands down the back of her jeans and rubbed her bottom, skin against skin, it made her quite wet. All he had to do was touch her and her body responded with that throbbing, damp feeling between her legs. His hands on her bottom was especially lovely and it sent her in to that spacey frame of mind where she would deny him nothing. "I want you to pull your jeans down now Lynn," he said to her. She didn't even hesitate, she unzipped them and down they went. She hadn't even taken her boots off yet, she stood there with her jeans down around her ankles, boots still on, waiting for direction. There wasn't even any humiliation in that stance, just the utter need to obey him. It overcame her, as always. "Turn and bend over the couch," she obeyed promptly, turning and placing her hands on the back of the couch with her panty clad bottom exposed to him. He walked toward the closet and she snuck a peek over her shoulder. He had a new belt, black leather with little silver stars embedded in the leather. She wasn't even scared, she wanted it, badly. He pulled her aqua colored, bikini panties down around her ankles as well. "Do you have any explanation for your behavior Lynn?" he asked her. She turned her head slightly toward him and said, "temporary insanity?" and giggled. She could see a quick smile pass over his mouth, but then he raised the belt. Her inclination to giggle madly abruptly departed with the first blow. It HURT, bad! He struck her bottom very hard with the belt, moving to a different area of her skin with each blow. The ones he peppered across the bottom of her buttocks near her thighs, didn't hurt quite as badly as the ones up higher on the fleshy part of her bottom, but they all hurt much more than anything she'd experienced from him so far. She tried very hard not to tense up with the blows this time, and she felt contrite and punished and loved. She wanted it to stop, but she also never wanted it to end. She wanted him to do that to her every single day for the rest of her life. The thoughts that this would be the last time left her head completely and she simply existed in that moment, alone with him. There was nothing else in the world for her at that moment, just him and the belt. She loved it. "On your knees," he told her. The blows had stopped and he had given her a direction and she had to take a moment for it to register in her mind. She quickly fell to her knees in front of him, bottom resting lightly on her feet, knees apart, hands on her legs, palms up. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. "Take out my cock," his voice was so sexy, sensual, dominant. She reached up her hands and felt as if she were fumbling, but managed to get the button unsnapped and the zipper down as the object of her entire obsession came into view. GAWD, she loved his cock, she worshipped it....she still does. He never wore underwear, and she loved that as well. She didn't know if she was going to be allowed to touch it or not, so she looked back up into his face. "Suck it Lynn." She was veryyyy happy at that moment. She licked the length of it and sucked it into her mouth after several months of not seeing it, she was in total rapture. The taste of him, now familiar, the texture of his skin on her lips and tongue, the length and width of him was utter perfection. She thought for a moment that she might be more in love with his cock than she was him, and she smiled around it as he pumped it very slowly in and out of her mouth. He had his hand in her hair and guided her head roughly while he fucked her in the way that he wanted to at that moment, in her mouth. "I have to go for a little while," he said to her as he pulled his cock from her mouth. "Put it back in my jeans," and of course she obeyed, lovingly placing his now hard cock in his jeans and zipping them up. It was an incredibly sexy thing to see, his hard cock in the confines of a pair of faded blue jeans. He kissed her and told her to put her things away and out the door he went. Time once again won out, for now. She cleaned herself up, put away her things and turned on the tv to wait for him to return. Conflicting feelings went thru her mind, love, hurt, extreme lust and a bottom that stung very badly! She was a patient woman, she waited. She seemed to spend a lot of time waiting for him. Time was a whore... He called her again and told her to be ready to go out to eat, so she showered and got ready to go. They had a nice dinner and came back to the room. He sent her on a little errand for something he wanted, and when she came back to the room she was very pleasantly surprised. He had candles lit in the room, and he had everything laid out on the table next to the bed and the bed itself was neatly turned back. Her black lacey thongs were on the bed for her to put on, hose and a pair of heels that she had brought along with her. She thought it was very sweet and sexy that he had been in her suitcase to find the things that he wanted. She loved that. She went into the bathroom and put on the thongs, the hose and the heels, and she liked the look in his eyes when he came to her. The hose were crotchless and his hands ran over her bottom and his fingers probed at her pussy, making her pulsate in anticipation. "I want you to crawl in to the bedroom now Lynn." His voice was low and incredibly sexy. She started crawling, he was right behind her with the crop in his hand. She thought that no man had ever looked as sexy as he did at that moment, standing naked with a riding crop in his hand. "Kneel with your upper body up on the bed," he directed her. She was on her knees her arms resting on the bed, her bottom up in the air. He bound her hands behind her back with the soft wrist restraints. She could feel how wet her pussy was getting. "Your ass looks really sexy like that," he said, and then he struck her a stinging blow with the crop on her bottom. It felt much different than the belt, she discovered that she LIKED the crop! He tapped at her inner thighs with it to get her to spread her legs apart further, and he probed at her pussy with the tip of it, rubbing her clitoris. It was all she could do to not try to fuck it and make her hips stop thrusting. She wanted his cock in her pussy at that moment so badly, but every time her hips started moving of their own accord he struck her bottom with the crop. It was like an exquisite torture to her, extreme arousal and pain all mixed together. He came around to her side and told her to suck his cock again, so she turned her head toward him. She felt that her movements were awkward as her hands were bound behind her back, but she managed to obey him and suck his cock. She loved sucking his cock more than anything else in the world. She loved it when he came all over her face and in her mouth, he tasted lovely. She was hoping that he would give her all his cum in her mouth, but he had other ideas this time. Just when he started to cum he grabbed her drink off the table and came in the glass. She was surprised, they had talked of this in the past, but she wasn't expecting it. "Kneel up," he told her. She struggled to get her balance and came up on her knees as he helped to steady her, hands still restrained tightly behind her back. He held the glass up to her mouth and she never hesitated, she opened her lips and he poured the cum filled glass into her mouth, she swallowed it all, savoring the taste of him. "Maybe we'll put that on the menu as the new drink. What do you think we should call it baby?" he asked her. "Irish cream Sir?" she responded, and they both laughed at that. She'd never be able to drink another glass of Bailey's without thinking of him. He pulled her up onto the bed with him and held her for a few minutes, kissing her and just being there with her. No phone ringing, no interruptions, he was truly present with her, and she loved that. It seemed that when they weren't having sex he was always so preoccupied with work, never really totally just THERE with her, so she was very pleased at his attentiveness. This time she had won over Time. She could feel the wetness and throbbing in her pussy as his hands roamed over her body at will. She had never wanted anyone inside her the way that she wanted him. He would stick his fingers into her pussy and bring them to her lips for her to suck on. And when he used his tongue on her, she thought she would die from the pleasure. And then finally...finally...he fucked her. He had her back on her knees, head resting down on a pillow and bottom up in the air, and he ripped the crotchless panty hose wide open, pulled the thongs aside and plunged his cock into her pussy. At first he just stayed still for a few moment, deep inside her and then he started to fuck her. His hard, pounding thrusts felt incredible, it felt like he was all the way up to her cervix and she never wanted him to stop. She wanted him to stay inside her for hours and hours and just keep fucking her. He'd been in every orifice of her body now, and she loved to think of that. She was his...but HE belonged to Time. He allowed her to cum and it was so good having him there with her, in her, making her bend to his will. She would put him before herself at every chance she got, if only she would get more chances to do that. Before he was ready to cum he pulled out of her pussy and again came to her side, telling her to suck his cock. She took him into her mouth with no hesitation whatsoever, whatever he wanted, she gave him. She could feel the tightness of his testicles and the heaviness, she was learning to tell just by the feel of his balls when he was going to or needed to cum. His head fell back slightly and the white, creamy substance that she was obsessed with flowed out of his cock and spurted all over her face and she had her mouth wide open trying to get as much of it in her mouth as she possibly could. He was in the throes of ecstasy and his aim wasn't perfect at that moment, so a good portion of it landed on her face. "Oh Master, may i PLEASE have that last drop right there on the end of your cock Sir?" she couldn't stand to see it just hanging there, ready to drip off and go to waste. He smiled and moved his hips up so he could place the head of his cock onto her eager lips. She licked it off, and tried to suck his cock back into her mouth, she wanted more, but that was all he allowed her at that moment, so he pulled back. She lost her balance and tipped to the side, with her hands still bound behind her back, and she was dying to be let loose so she could use her fingers to wipe away the cum from her face and taste it. He saw what she wanted, and released her hands and watched her as she ran a finger thru the cum on her cheek and sucked it into her mouth. The wrist restraints still dangled from her wrists as she sucked her fingers, getting every last drop of his cum that she possibly could. "Mmmmmmmmm Master, i love the taste of you Sir," she told him as she gathered as much cum on her fingers that she could and tasted it. He smiled watching her. She loved that smile almost as much as she loved his cum. Almost. She slept in his arms that night, she wasn't afraid to curl up to him when he slept this time. Before she had been afraid to even touch him without permission, but now she had learned what her limits were. She loved to feel the heat of his body on her breasts, her stomach, her thighs as he slept. She woke up much earlier than he did and just laid there feeling him, smelling him, just being with him before Time reclaimed him. He was hers when he was sleeping. Time could just kiss her ass when he was sleeping. Of course the day had to begin, even though she didn't want it to. She wanted it to stay dark, for the sun not to come up that day. She wanted to hold back the light and keep him there with her in the bed for just a little longer, but as the light grew so did the heaviness in her heart. She knew that ultimately Time would win that day, but she also knew that there was ALWAYS a chance that in the end that Time would run out and Love would win. She hated Time. She still does. Time Time was running out. Trish and Gina had met on the first day of Band Camp, well before Orientation for the first-year university students. By the time the non-band/non-sports first-year students arrived, they were already building a solid friendship. As fall became winter, they spent many a cold night crossing the wind-swept campus between each other's dorms, where they would spend many hours laughing, consoling, or even just sitting in silence while sharing a cup of hot chocolate. Spring Break was spent together on a Florida beach, flirting with just about anyone around their age, tanning in their bikinis during the day and dancing in the clubs at night until the music finally ended. Their sophomore year brought on a new dimension: They were roommates. Certainly, they had their spats as roommates, but any anger was very short-lived as their friendship only deepened. At times, they would even share a guy, sometimes both of them teasing him mercilessly, sometimes with Trish watching and touching herself as Gina and the hunk of the night engaged in rather vigorous sex, and sometimes with Trish being the one fortunate to have something long and hard repeatedly spearing her as Gina provided encouragement. Yet through it all, Trish wanted nothing more than to give herself to her best friend. That only continued through their junior year, again as roommates. Fights were far fewer, and sexual threesomes in equal decline as their studies took more and more of their precious time. That was when they discovered bondage, when Trey, who had been their threesome partner a few other times, wanted to restrain Gina before fucking her, and as Trish watched and caressed her best friend's face and reveled in how her roommate's breasts moved upon her chest as she was reamed, she was amazed at how Gina's demeanor changed, how she became somewhat submissive, how she struggled in the bonds not for escape, but for enjoyment. It was prime information to be filed away for potential usage later. Their final year of university began as usual, with Band Camp. It was great for Trish to see her best friend and roommate after the summer break, and the tight hug they shared was incredibly exuberant. Yet Trish knew, deep in her heart, that she needed to make her move. Time was running out. Yet studies quickly came first, and all too soon, it was the Holiday Break. As Trish sat in her bedroom on Christmas Night listening to her parents arguing downstairs, she sighed dejectedly, wishing she could be with Gina, wondering what Gina was doing, hoping that Gina was happy. She thought back to that night when Gina had been bound to the bed, the ropes biting into the wrists and ankles. She remembered the expression of submission in her best friend's eyes, the way Gina had sensuously whispered "Use me," the sultry manner in which she had writhed upon the bed to appeal to Trey's vision. They had not enjoyed a threesome with Trey since that intriguing night, but Trish had an idea... Shortly after returning to campus and before Gina returned from the Holiday Break, Trish finally wrote the e-mail she had been composing in her mind for nearly two weeks: Trey - Do you remember that night last spring when you brought some ropes with you and tied Gina to the bed before you fucked her? The way she responded simply amazed me. I've never known such a strong-willed independent woman to turn so suddenly submissive like that. My guess is that she'd long fantasized about being bound and used, and that was exactly what happened that night. You've known Gina and I both for quite a while, so perhaps this won't surprise you: I've fallen for her. I know it's strange, and it still surprises me, but I think I love her, but no matter what, I haven't had the courage to broach that issue with her. Time is running out. This will be our last semester together before we go our separate ways into the world. Even if just for one night, I want to love her and hopefully have her love me. For that, I'd like your help. Specifically, what I have in mind is for you to come to our dorm room one night when I'm not there, and eventually get her naked and bound to the bed again, with a blindfold over her eyes, then you'd leave. A few minutes later, it would be me who steps into the room, and I can take things forward from there. I realize I could be putting you in a very difficult position with this, but I've considered many possibilities, and I think this is the best way. Please reply as soon as you can. - Trish She pressed the "Send" button and sealed her fate. A few hours later, she received a reply from Trey: We'll talk later. I think we can do this. Trish was elated, and that joy increased exponentially when Gina opened the door a few minutes later. ***** Since Gina would be student-teaching in her final semester and the local school system had a different week off for Spring Break, Trish decided to stay on campus that week as well so that Gina would not be lonely. However, on the cautious side, Trish had also reserved a hotel room for that week, in case her plans created an uncomfortable situation. As the fateful night approached, Trish and Trey strolled across campus together one evening, quietly discussing the plans. Clandestinely, they had met periodically over the previous eight weeks, for while Trey had been very new to BDSM when he had roped Gina to the bed, he had learned much more in the interim, and even semi-routinely dominated a member of the women's volleyball team. His discussions of bondage methods, how to properly flog someone, and the awesome beauty of a woman denied orgasm for nearly an hour filled her imagination as she wondered how Gina would react to all of that and plenty more. The plans had finally solidified, and the Thursday evening before Spring Break, as Trish sat in the downstairs lounge studying for a test the next morning, she looked up as Trey passed by, a backpack upon his right shoulder, and she smiled at his knowing wink. Trish's heart raced. As each minute passed, her heartbeat seemed to double, and her breathing seemed to become more and more difficult. The moment of truth was very nearly upon her. No longer could she study, so Trish picked up a campus newspaper which someone had left on the coffee table, yet she could not force herself to even attempt to read it. At one point, she glanced down her front, and could just subtly see the front of her sweater pulsing ever so slightly from her intense heartbeat. And then she heard footsteps descending the staircase behind her. She tried not to turn around and check if it was Trey, but ultimately did. ...and it was not him. But perhaps three minutes later, Trey did finally descend the staircase, and with a knowing wink and smile at her, he left the dorm. The time was at hand at last. With visions of Gina bound naked to the bed and unable to see, Trish gathered her things into her backpack and headed upstairs. Each step seemed more difficult to take, for nearly four years of a close friendship could potentially be shattered. At last, standing before the door to her own dorm room, Trish took a deep breath, released it slowly, and quietly opened the door. Gina was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing a red see-through camisole and a black thong. The lights were off and the blinds were closed; other than the light from the hallway, the only light in the room came from the candles upon each dresser. "Glad to see you, girlfriend," she said softly, smiling with her lips and with her eyes. Trish was dumbfounded. "Close the door, Trish," Gina said as she slipped from the bed and stood on the tile floor. "I'll explain." Even after the door was closed, even after she had set the backpack beside her desk, even after she was in her roommate's arms, Trish's mind was still clouded by utter confusion. "I've known for quite a while," Gina finally admitted. "I've known you're interested in me as more than just a best friend and a roommate. I've felt it in the way you've touched me as some lucky guy reams me good. I've seen it in your eyes as we sit and chat. I've sensed it emanating from you in the night as you gaze toward me. And I thought about all that and what it could mean, and I realized that even though we've shared ourselves with others, we've never shared ourselves with each other, and it made me realize that we've lost a lot of time looking for fulfillment elsewhere when fulfillment resided in this very dorm room. And the more I thought about that, about you, the more I realized that you have virtually every quality I've been looking for in someone to love, and I just wish I would've recognized it a lot sooner..." As those soft words truly permeated her mind and filled her soul, Trish began to realize that, at last, what she had wanted for quite some time was finally coming true. ...minus the surprise. "But... I don't... Trey was..." "Trey told me a few weeks ago about your plan," Gina admitted. "It was just after I confessed to him that I was falling in love with you. We talked about it for several days and finally reasoned that, while your plan to surprise me had its merits, it would be best for me to give myself to you without bonds, without a blindfold, so that there was no question that my actions were truly genuine. "Plus," Gina added, "it gave me time to go buy what I'm wearing, just for you." It took a few heartbeats for Trish to realize that Gina was kissing her, but then the initial shock dissipated, allowing her to truly enjoy the moment, to revel in the acceptance and the love of her best friend and roommate. ...and now girlfriend. Time passed both slowly and quickly as they truly undressed and explored each other for the very first time. This was not for the visual benefit of some lucky guy, as had often occurred in the previous few years - this was strictly for them. The touches and the kisses and the gentle bites were so much more meaningful, and the gasps and the cries they uttered were not for someone else's benefit, but for their own. When their initial coupling had finally come to two beautiful completions, as they cuddled lovingly upon Gina's bed, Trish finally had to ask: "I have virtually every quality you've wanted in someone to love? What quality don't I have that you've wanted?" After a short quiet laugh, Gina looked directly into Trish's eyes and smiled. "You don't have a long hard cock, but with your skills given the toys we have and the way you just used them on me, you definitely don't need one!" Time If time could be recognized, then we would have no need for clocks or calendars. These things are metres set against a background of haze and dream. The truth of time is that we live it. We breathe in moments and release seconds to the atmosphere where they bound and prance, teasing us before disappearing completely. They taunt us with their ephemerity. Never have I known this so well. There is a phrase that I've often heard, growing up in a redneck family: "never bullshit a bullshitter". There's others I've grown with, but none so poignant in immediacy. If my family saw me now, there would be a shotgun involved. But they're not here. It's just me and the hay. The feel of leather and steel and the vague scent of horse sweat. I can slump and feel the rough hewn timber against my back that holds the flecks of well ridden flesh and the oils of time. Without a way to measure the passage of moments it becomes nothing but want. I want to know how long so that I can know how much longer. I want the next installment to the series that will give me freedom and loss. Freedom from the torture, loss of the feelings that inhabit my every nerve. I want to keep feeling the thrill and the allure and the hope and the expectation and I want the end of it. Both. Each swing of the door on the well oiled hinges gives me a shivery drip that slips into the space the spinal column occupies between brain and vertebrae. If he came in and used a wood burner on me it wouldn't feel so different. My flesh and my nerves have melded and will not be separated. Will he drop me onto a hay bale again, my hands tied before me, my feet strapped together, and fuck me until he cums? Pound my dripping hole with animal thrusts? Before lifting my arms back over my head and leaving me hang once more? When he did that before (was it yesterday? Was it an hour ago?), I would have cum over and over were it not for his grunts in my ear "don't you dare cum." The hay roughed my tender breasts and the cool night air after was so soothing on them that I could have let slip into a sweet shuddering. He knows when I feel like that, though. He knows me so well. That feeling of building orgasm brought me ten burning lashes to my wet ass. Another time he fucked me while I hung there. Oh the bliss of wrapping my legs around his waist as he shoved his rock hard cock inside me. That time he stopped before either of us came. Climax, for me, (and I knew this) would be hours. I was used to it. Normally, he'll hold on with me for at least much of it. After he lets me cum the first time, I'm always free to cum as much as I want. Usually this is more than I want and far more than I need in such a short time. The feelings get so intense. When he came in and started rubbing me with oils, my entire body, bit by bit, I would have had little orgasms not even a year before. Not just ten months ago. Even as we first dated, he let me cum as I wanted. Encouraged it even. Now, I cum only when he says and the cums that are right there for me to have (just on the tip of my clit) are only there to tantalize me more. His hands slide along my body, smoothing the muscles, soothing the nerves. His hands feel so good I would have them on me all day every day and especially now. He takes me down from the beam I was tied to, takes me gently in his arms and kisses me easily to the ground. The hay smells sweet and is covered with a downy comforter. It feels so nice. Soft. My hands are still tied together. He secures them above my head somewhere. My legs are separated and tied to the sides. The oil is light and sweet. His hands relaxing and knowing. I'm between the edge of sleep and easy, barely breathy orgasm. By the time he'd come this time, I'd been hanging and suffering for hours. At least in my mind. It's hard to know for sure because, like I said, time slips by in moments and events, not in seconds and details. Seconds and details are what we breathe out. What we throw back at the world. This is what I've come to love. The uncertainty, the hope, the need, the craving. I know I'll get to cum. I know it'll be more and better than the last time. I know I'll want the next one. I have no way of knowing when or what's next or how. This whole escapade was mine (or maybe not, I don't know anymore). Remember the "don't bullshit a bullshitter?" I dressed so well for this. Hot. On my way to our date I had to stop at a store and a man ran over a kiosk of crackers watching me. I didn't giggle out loud, but it was a near thing. I had the garters and the silk slitted dress on. The hose and the lace. Each shift of the sheath like dress would reveal a glimpse of lace this time and a glance of strapping the next. There were guys falling all over. I met him at the restaurant. It was supposed to be a quiet dinner. Just the two of us. The waiter kept hanging around. The manager came over. Twice. The half bra pushed my substantial tits up so far that men were hoping I would lean over so the nipples would plop out. I folded my arms once and they bulged so I could hardly see over them. I may have overdone it a bit. When you have big tits it's easy to overdo and usually comes down to a what the hell attitude about it. At one point, he leaned over and whispered, "are you teasing me on purpose? Is that what you had in mind?" My stomach completely fell through my groin. I shivered outwardly. "I want you to want me. I want you to want me so much that you lose control. I love it when you lose it." My voice sounded meek and very unlike me when it came out. I was trying to voice all the things I was feeling, how incredible it felt for me to have him throw all restraint and pretense out the window and fuck me like an animal in desperate heat. The throbbing and spurting that comes after he's been pounding in me are the sensations of my dreams. How to tell him all this? How to tell him that I wake having dreamt that very thing and it feels so real that I expect jism to leak from me when I turn over in bed. "Well, you are certainly hot." He smiled. "How very interesting and enjoyable. I am teased and it is very exciting. If you slide your hand into my lap right now you can feel how incredibly sexy and delicious I find you. Tantalizing. Teasing. Delectable. I'm not the only one either. Look at all the guys panting around like wet dogs. I've told you before how amazingly stunning and sensuous you are." He had told me that. Many times. Like many women, I have a difficult time believing it. Remember "don't bullshit a bullshitter?" Don't tease a teaser. I should have known. I should have known when he enjoyed my shining so very much that I had to walk out the door just in front of him, feeling his arousal brushing against me as we jostled our way in a line. My curves covering his tented trousers. Oh my god he was hard! I should have known then. Yes, I'd made it worse. Squeezed his member under the table. Little, gentle nudges. Tongue to the corners of my mouth, licks and tempts. Promises of wet sensations slipping up his pole. And back. Fingers barely kneading his arm and thigh. I laid my tits on his shoulders again and again. Oh, I did everything I could think of. Oh well, fuck a queen if you're going to jail for fucking. Don't tease a teaser. And he's such a marvelous teaser. I'd never felt anything like it before him. The way he holds me on the cliff, the narrow ledge where one small pebble's fall will bring an orgasm crashing down around my soul. When you've been held there until you ache from fatigue and hunger and thirst and want, then and only then does he push you over to fall lost in wave after wave. Buffeted by the winds and shivers. It wasn't long after we started before I would do anything for that desperate orgasm. My hands were tied before we left the parking lot. He'd driven to a more secluded spot and secured them at the wrists. He made me jack him off. Right there. My hands tied at the wrists, breasts straining at the shoulder harness, my mouth open, wanting nothing more than to take his throbbing purple prince in and lick it to its coronation. He blew so hard I tasted it. He held my hands down and let the blob drool its way off my cheek. My tongue working frantically to catch it and getting just the tail of it at the end of its trail onto my bosom shelf. Before he released my hands it had traced its way over the right globe and deep into my cleavage. I licked and tasted for the next miles as we wove our way out of town. Soon we were off the highway and out onto our country road. The one that leads to our drive. He went right by the turn. I nearly spoke out, I was in such heat. It's amazing what a wretched bitch he makes me. I catch myself whining and whimpering, panting and pooching. And still he has something else for me the next time. Something that throws me off and out again. Don't tease a teaser. I have no way of knowing if this massage will lead to my blessed release or if it will only soothe me enough to be able to manage more torture, more of the ache that reaches beyond my body and into my soul's core. The oil is incredibly sweet and fragrant and on my raw and flayed nerves it is like nectar. The kind that doesn't just slake your thirst, but brings you to heaven without ever leaving you know you had been parched. His hands are working me over so totally that I would right now cum if I even half believed he would let me. As these thoughts are winding me around, he takes my clit between his thumb and forefinger and draws it out of its shroud. I scream with agony or pleasure and I have no idea which. The slap on my ass is the same. Sting or bliss? If I could talk I would babble. Is this it, then? Is this my time finally? Will I get the release? Do I even want it? Since I realized he was bringing me to the old barn and not the house. Since I realized he had planned this, the hay new and fresh and sweet. Since I felt the clamp of the old bits he'd made into shackles and the leather strapping he'd fastened to the beam (he'd told me how he would use it the day he'd finished it, told me then what he would do to me one day). Since the moment I was blindfolded, I was living for this. It was all I had. The moment of absolute release. There have been orgasms I have had that have frightened me desperately with their intensity. The feelings so potent and overwhelming I have felt that I had nowhere to turn or hide from the power and the fear that they would cause my death was real. I've passed out and everything but. He's been there every step. Whispering me through it, holding me, caressing, bringing me back. I need him now more than I ever had for any of those times. Has it been hours? Days? I have no way of knowing truly. Time, for me, withdrew as my hand stroked downward that last time, sending the burst of pearl spewing out across my face. I've been lost, here. Hanging, fondled, fucked, caressed, kissed, tendered. My swollen, throbbing, bloated, thumping pussy lips are pressured apart. His cock has grown outrageously, or so it feels. The blindfold is lifted and as he punctures my very being, the sun peaks the hilltop. He's cooing to me as though he knows I haven't even the strength for the scream that could go on and on. Can I stop this moment? The orgasm I want so badly? Need so desperately? Can I hold back? I don't even feel the release so lost am I. Just his cock shoving me over the edge and again and again. Thrusting me past knowing. Were it only moments that made up our lives, we could arrange them like coins. We could change them and hoard them, spend them and cherish them. It's events that make us what we are. Happenings that occur between breaths. Time left me behind with a splurge of thick opalescent dew. It made its way gradually back. Weaving among the rushes of dreams and wafting aches to come to rest at the center of my tormented heart. The fresh hay, limp now and long scented, scratches at me. The night closes as we stir and wake and he takes me up into it wrapped in a down comforter. It will be a briefly lavender scented bath of forever distance that leads to a hallway ending in crisp linen delight and a morning of melon scented moanings for me. That's what I trade for a few spendthrift moments. And I'll do it again anytime. Time Football season is my season. My daughters don't understand why but they know. No one is allowed to visit me on the day my team is playing. They think it very funny but remind each other it's good that I have an interest. I do have the football on, the television to see the match and the radio to listen- if there are no delays with either. An old girl like me needs all the help she can get. Narelle, my oldest daughter, thinks it's very funny. She wasn't laughing so much a fortnight ago when she turned seventy. I accused her of catching up with me. Soon we'll be the same age I told her. She was horrified. When I told her she can do something about it she refused to listen. The others at the party listened though and thought it terribly funny when I told of my plan. I intend to go to the South Pole soon, I told them. When there, I will walk around it, round and round, three hundred and sixty five days in the year, round and round counting. Every time I cross the International Date Line I take a day from my age. It's important to count because they don't have neonatal facilities there. Buying three cornered pants in the Antarctic is difficult. Changing them there is terrible too. It would freeze my little bot bot. The worst thing is when someone walks the wrong way around the pole and adds days to their age. The cemetery there is full to overflowing with those who made the mistake. I think it's very funny. Only Narelle didn't laugh. I'm used to the idea of one day going to sleep and forgetting to wake up. I guess that comes with age. I do have my fountain of youth though. He's no secret but what we do together certainly is. My three daughters wouldn't understand. Nor would his two sons. His oldest, Roger, is even older than Narelle. Bill and I are friends. Very good friends. He was ahead of me at school, until he was made to repeat a year and ended up in my class. One day he approached and asked why I was the only one who hadn't teased him. I didn't know what to say and we walked the playground together while everyone else watched. I was eleven then, the first girl in my class to be wearing a bra, the other girls were adorned with little bumps but I had genuine rose buds. It gave me a great deal of prestige. To remove all doubt of my accomplishments I took care that everyone could see when I changed for sport lessons As the year progressed, I exchanged my little rosebuds for passion fruits. The other girls watched with envy and tried to demonstrate their lack of concern. After vigorous sports classes we were expected to shower. It was fascinating to wrap myself in a towel and parade to the showers. With the towel removed the polite voyeurism gathered intensity and the other girls surreptitiously positioned them selves for the best view. Sally was my most persistent admirer. One day, after we had both finally left school and were of legal age she invited me to her home. With the door to her bedroom closed behind us we quickly fell to inspecting each other. Such was our naivety we didn't realise what made us virgins. We found plenty for our fingers and tongues to do. It was with her I had my first orgasm, a big surprise for both of us. Minutes later she had her first. It was a time of enormous joy for both of us. There was massive ignorance about every thing sexual then. Though we didn't understand what had happened it was obviously good. My early development gave me a lot of respect and I could talk to who I liked. I talked to Bill. After that they left him alone and we became friends. We spent many lunch hours together in the library and talked of so many things. In spite of our immaturity there was always an electricity between us and I now know that energy was sexual. We were both aware of things happening underneath each others clothes but never had the courage to investigate more than we could see. Frequently, we touched each other but always with a respect that I later regretted. It made me feel warm to be touched. It was a strange kind of warmth that made me feel wanted and beautiful. It made me want more. The next year we were in the same class again. We continued to be very close and spent every possible moment together. We often talked about things we would now call conservation. The passion we put into it would have been put into sex if we had been older and it had been acceptable. It inspired me to become involved in so many things that earned me the description of greenie. At first I was offended to be called a greenie because it was so derogatory, but now I'm proud of my efforts and gladly tell people I'm one. It's amazing I never thought of looking for Bill in areas of conservation. It was him, after all, who took the little joeys from their pouches and nursed them to health and maturity after their mothers had been left on road sides as road kill. At the end of the school year Bill came to me in tears. He was leaving- his father had been promoted and with it they had to leave. We both cried. For about a year we wrote to each other, but never about the things most prominent in our minds. My Mother was an avid reader, as was his. The letter writing lost its frequency and soon didn't happen at all. Bill told me though that he never forgot me. I know I never forgot him. I missed him terribly. I regretted that we had never fully explored each other. Now, I can only wonder what would have happened if we'd found each other earlier. I've often thought of what would have happened if we'd met at different stages of our lives. The time I wonder about most was when our children were young. I know I wouldn't have been able to control my self. Visions of Bill frequently flooded me and I imagined what he would look like. I often imagined his penis and how it would feel deep inside me. There was a massive void in my life after Bill left. I never really filled it until I met him again, after so many years. When Sally and I eventually met it helped so much. I loved to explore deep inside her and I think she probably lost her virginity to my explorations as I lost mine to hers. We took comfort from each other with very thorough orgasms. It was reassuring and lovely being with her, but it was Bill I always wanted. I had many searches but never found him. I had no idea he was so close. My memory of Sally still haunts me. We'd shared orgasms the day before. She was killed on the motor way when a truck lost its load and crushed her car, a week before my twenty second birthday. I still wear the ring she gave me for my twenty first birthday. After her death I sought comfort from many others, mostly men but many women. I fucked them all but none replaced Bill or Sally. Some would say I was the town bike but it wasn't true. I rode them all and took their orgasms, some times in groups but mostly one after the other with a feverish desperation that was frightening. I eventually found my husband. He was working in conservation with an interest in bats. Together we made homes for them and caught them to identify which species they were. We were both fascinated that bats are identified by the shape of their penises and they are primates. His work necessitated that he be out at night frequently to study them. They were important because they pollinated many of our native trees. I knew the trees weren't the only things being "pollinated" at night, that another primate was busy with his "pollination" and I wasn't being "pollinated" as frequently as I liked. At first I was a doting wife and we had three children, but the opportunity was too great and I began relationships with women. I picked them up at a lesbian bar and took them home to get their panties off. I loved the challenge and it wasn't often I failed to dine on their sweet succulence. If I did I simply went back and found some one else. My pussy dripped with anticipation every time. My children loved staying with their Grandmother and she was very appreciative of every opportunity to have them. Even that didn't stop me from thinking about Bill. He married too and with his wife had two boys. He also discovered he wasn't stupid, as he had thought. The term dyslexia became well known and with its diagnosis Bill lost a lot of his hesitancy. Bill's wife died of cancer when he was eighty seven. I lost my husband, John, when I was eighty six. It was almost on the same day. Bill decided to return to his roots and found a place on my road, just four doors down. It took a few years for us to find each other, years too valuable to have been lost. I was weeding the front yard on a warm, sunny, autumnal day when a gentleman was walking past with his little dog. He stopped to say hello and asked where the nearest letter box was. We talked for hours until our bladders hunted us back into our homes. At least, mine did and I suspect his did too. Next day he walked past again. He held the letter up to indicate he still had to post it. I said it must be important and he agreed. It's to my school sweetheart he admitted with a giggle. He wasn't sure it would get to her though. He hadn't heard from her for more than seventy years he said. He didn't even know her name any more. Then he looked at me carefully and asked if I might save him posting the letter. I had a thought that there was a lot more happening than I was prepared for. I some how knew this man but I wondered how. "You wouldn't be Mary Crucient, would you?" I stared at him for some time as my mind reeled back over the many years and suddenly it stopped. "Bill?" I asked. "Bill Kinnlist?" I asked again. He was beaming. I put down the trowel and stood. I heard the clatter of his walking stick as I held my back and ran. We caught each other and hugged. He kissed me and we held each other tight as we sank to the lawn on our knees. It took some time to speak as we looked at the ravages of the years through the tears and hugged again. I picked up his walking stick, his sons were insistent that he use it, and together we went inside. At my kitchen table we talked and drank coffee. He held his little dog in his lap and she, eventually content that her vigilance was unnecessary, fell asleep. The little dog twitched and yelped in a dream. We laughed. He told me he'd be lost without her and ran his fingers around her body with such familiarity that she didn't wake up. I shivered as I watched, the shiver raced up my spine and I suddenly thought of the school library. When he had to go, because his son was due to ring, to check that he was ok, it was dark. I stayed by the front door and listened until I heard his screen door slam shut. He wasn't as steady on his feet as he wished but while safety was important, so was self esteem. Bill had been a botanist for the Department of Woods and Forests. I had been a consultant to Local Government in the remediation of land post erosion and industrial insult. We were surprised as to how similar our careers had been and were surprised that we hadn't found each other before. He continued to rescue native animals and I had rescued the habitats they needed. Perhaps it was the way it was meant to be. Next day I went to his home. It was spartan in its furnishings but sufficiently comfortable. He talked about how his sons insisted that he not have a lot of "stuff". The guiding principle was that one day they would have to clean it up. We laughed about our shared experience. We talked about death. Neither of us were worried by it and we thought working with plants and nature had given us the insight that death was a natural part of life. As Bill had come "home" it was little surprise that we were now so close. What had once been single working mens cottages were now residences for the elderly and, unlike their inhabitants, they were heritage listed. It made me feel very old when Narelle prevailed and I left the family home to move in. It was ironic that I should be moving in to a working man's cottage when all I really wanted was a working man. I wished the man came with it. Our conversation went to the school library. I made sure it did. He had a twinkle in his eye as he remembered. I told him that his departure from my life had left a huge hole in my life. He wanted to know why and I told him I loved him and I always wanted to make love with him. He sat and listened as I went on. His head nodded in agreement as I told him I'd always wanted to show him my pussy but in the library it was never safe enough to do so and I was so shy. He chuckled and said that after leaving he'd hungered for my touch. We changed subject but had established our willingness to share again. Being old, I guess we knew we had no time for niceties. I'd lost any need for them a long time ago any way. We met again at my place and before he sat down I asked him to stand in front of me. He held the back of a chair as I undid his pants and let them drop. I ran my fingers over his underpants and felt what lay beneath before I pulled them down. He watched as I touched his dick and held his balls. It was no longer the smooth, super responsive machinery I had for so long imagined. I used to enjoy thinking of it grow and throb. Now it was limp and wrinkled and his balls hung lazily in their sack. He was handsome. I helped him step out of his pants and stood before him. His hands went to my breasts and held them. I kissed him and slowly led him to my bedroom. As he sat on my bed and removed his shirt, I undressed. For the first time I was offering him my pussy and mixed with the anticipatory thrill of being explored was the fear of being rejected. I am chronologically aged but it doesn't mean I'm not alive. I have visited so many nursing homes and know the stench of pussies. Such is the disregard for the sexuality of aged women that they aren't adequately washed. It is a distinct indication for the circumcision of women, the same as for men, for reasons of cleanliness. I have thought this for a long time but never expressed it. I know I would be ridiculed. I make sure I am adequately washed and love the feel of a flannel loaded with shampoo. That's my special treat as I work it around my treasured parts. My shampoo has the smell of apples and I love it. It was wonderful to be able to lie along side Bill. Being naked, age spots, wrinkles and all, was beautiful. In trees I had always thought wrinkles were special. It took time for Bill to convince me the same applied to my wrinkles. The adaption of my skin due to age to look rather like bark was also difficult for me to accept as being beautiful. Bill looked at me and kissed my forehead, as though to confirm my consent, and proceded to my breasts. He held them, weighed them in his hands, studied them, ran his finger along the scar where I'd had a lump removed and another where I once fell on a tomato stake. His touch was wonderful, his tremor seemed to add to the specialness of it. Why would I want to sit in an armchair with my knitting when I could have this? I have more than enough knee rugs. I watched Bill's face as he explored. It was alight with surprise and happiness. The small oranges had become melons, now they were reverting to small oranges again, in skin that was stretched a long way from pert. He had a lot of catching up to do. I was impatient for him to find my pussy. Eventually, with soft kisses he ventured down my belly, past the caesarian scar, to my pussy. It had been so long since anyone had shown any interest in it. He found my pussy and gave it his special attention. My knees were as far apart as I could get them. I had my bum on a pillow. I wanted my presentation to be complete. He wasn't shy to look or touch. I didn't have to guide him or ask for anything. He was special. I was touched every where and it made my pussy glow. When his fingers stretched deep inside me and danced it was beautiful. So much better than a doctor hunting for a prolapse. When he pulled back the hood and touched my clitoris it was electric and I moaned. I could feel my juices trickling down between my thighs. It was so special. He could have explored all day, I wanted him to, but he took another look and lay beside me. His fingers touched my aching clitoris and his tremor provided a gentle but rapid stimulation. It wasn't long and I surprised myself with an orgasm that had me yelling as I jumped around the bed. It was beautiful, the first I'd had in many years. He laughed and said at last he'd found a use for his tremors. We lay together, his hand on my pussy while his fingers ventured inside or teased my clitoris. My hand alternated between stroking his dick and fondling his balls. I dearly wanted him to orgasm. I'd been deprived of that for so long. We kissed, hugged and held each other as with cracking voices we whispered to each other. It didn't go further than that. Narelle rang to say that she was five minutes away and that gave us just enough time to get dressed and coffee ready. She looked at Bill as though he was an unnecessary complication, not exactly rude but certainly perfunctory. Bill excused himself to go home and my daughter was free to harass me again. I never mentioned her weight. She was embarrassingly obese and for all her concern that she would have to tidy up my estate, I had a sneaky feeling I'd have to deal with hers. Unfortunately, she had learned that with her tongue she could do a lot more than with her body. She was comfortable as she sat and ordered people around. It irritated me that I always had visitors when the football was on. I loved my team, or, at least, the boys on my team. Their tight little shorts and superb physiques were to die for. When they won it was beautiful as they jumped around with the joy of it. I decided to introduce a new rule that would offend my daughters but at the same time give them some relief from what they considered their obligation. That was me. I announced that I didn't just want to watch the game but also the pre and post match reports. I wanted to watch the football all day. That would give me one day every week when I could entertain Bill, or be entertained by him, without being disturbed. Other days were fun too but we didn't like the feeling we were sneaking our sex. Bill did the same and his sons approved of him having an interest. Fortunately he chose to follow the same team I followed when we had walked together in the play ground so long ago. Every weekend we would go to bed together. With food and drinks at hand we explored and played with each other. Being in bed was easier for us. It gave us some control over our tremors and the exhaustive process of exercise. Some times we mourned the years that were lost, the years when orgasms were easy and our bodies were beautiful. We loved each other's touch and the joy of mutual exploration. As much as I hungered for his touch he hungered for mine. At my age I would never have thought I'd have orgasms. How utterly satisfying it was when I did and later, when changing the bed, to see the wet spots. Bill's dick didn't always behave. He had trouble maintaining erections. As the months passed though, its behaviour improved and eventually we were able to fuck. How wonderful that word is. So much better than the toys we had been using. We sometimes wondered whether we should have fucked in the library. Bill told me that his first orgasm was about a month after he had gone and he had desperately wanted to show me what he could do. It was a bygone and we settled on that. In spite of the past, the present was enjoyable. I often wished we weren't suffocated by the attentions of our children, none of whom would have approved of our relationship. I knew Narelle's life was sexless and I suspected that Sharon's and Esther's were too. I wanted to gather them in my arms and talk to them. They, however, would have attributed my opinions and behaviour to dementia or senility. My being known as a greenie had entitled me to some eccentricity but that would have been too much. Time I think they would die if they knew how many naked, feminine legs my head has been between. I loved the sweet delicacy of vulvas and making them gush, of having them thrust in my face seeking more. It was beautiful too when mine had it's turn and my whole body was electrified with consuming lust. I never went with other men, as John never went with other women. Some how, that would have been a betrayal. With out Bill I'd been happy, but never fulfilled. John was wonderful, he knew, and we talked about it. While I took the comfort of women he took that of men. We fucked and enjoyed each other but wanted more between our thighs. The care of another person is a huge responsibility. Why shouldn't it be shared? It's a crime to chop down trees. Why isn't it a crime to chop down a libido? I've learned it's not the flesh that matters. It's the love and the flesh is a token of that, a validation. I've learned a lot about love. It's not jealous. It's not finite. Love isn't a chattel for exchange. It should be given freely and often. It should be taken too. That is my love and the more I give, the more I take. It makes me whole. I often feel I have failed my daughters. But we all have choices and as much as I have made mine, they have made theirs. I don't understand why it should be so secretive. But it has to be I suppose, until they grow. While they don't want to grow they will never know. None of them are happy. I wish they were. Bill had the same problem with Roger and Geoff. We had our little secrets and that's how it had to be. We weren't going to risk anything. Neither of us wanted to be admitted to "care". We felt so much younger. I told Bill of my intention to go to the South Pole. He laughed and we agreed that my going around his pole had the same effect, for both of us. He was very naughty when he said I had to pass his date. I sucked his pole into my mouth to show him how well I went around it. I loved his naughty humour. It was during a match between Geelong and the Kangaroos that, what some would regard as being inevitable, happened. Bill was on top of me. We were fucking. He'd just told me how he loved me. The joy of it was suddenly destroyed. Bill slumped. I wasn't aware for a while. I asked if he was ok. He didn't respond. I started to wonder. I asked again. My legs and arms were around him. I wanted him close. I could feel his dick shrinking out of me. I rolled him off and saw him, lifeless. His eyes were open but he wasn't seeing anything. I knew he was dead. I dressed and called the ambulance. I wished I could dress him. I washed him, kissed him and held him instead. I knew he was the only one I truly loved. With him I felt whole. The police were the first to arrive. They were so very considerate as they took down the details. They didn't hug me but they were so professional in their considerateness and solicitations. I was honest and told them of our affair. It was a word I knew they'd understand and they smiled, but really, it was no affair. We simply loved each other and instead of a lifetime together we only had a few years. Good years. They offered to ring people for me and I asked that they ring his sons. When the ambulance arrived I led them in to him. They took the covers off and looked. I told them that what they saw was confidential and I expected their respect. They told me not to worry. I watched as they loaded him onto a barouche. I cried as I said good bye and kissed him. They stood back and watched. I wasn't shy. Bill meant more than that and I'd cheated him once through shyness. I wasn't about to do it again. Mine weren't the only tears. They told me to take my time as they filled out their forms. I held his face in my hands and kissed him. Cheek to cheek, I whispered my love to him. When they eventually wheeled him out I cried. They wanted to call someone for me. I thought of Narelle and knew she wouldn't understand. I couldn't ring the others without ringing Narelle. She would never forgive me. I sat on the door step with Bill's little dog in my lap as they loaded Bill into the ambulance. Slowly he left my drive. I hugged his little dog. She whimpered. Hers were the other tears. Through my tears I watched as the ambulance, without bells and whistles, was soon out of sight. "Dust to dust, earth to earth,..." It was a terrible day. Time I was totally freaking out. Ok, maybe freaking out wasn't the best way to put it. I admit I was a bit anxious. I couldn't stop fidgeting. I kept trying to ignore the time, but was checking it constantly. I had changed my outfit a total of eight times, and was still unsure that this was the right one. Did I put the beer in the fridge? Yes, yes I did. Did I? I got up to make sure I did and stopped myself. Damn, I was totally freaking out. I stood in the space that separated the living room and the kitchen and stomped my foot. It wasn't like I was meeting the man for the first time. It wasn't like he hadn't seen every single part of me naked and splayed in various ways. Granted, that was ten years ago. Had it really been that long? I closed my eyes to try and stop the memories, but it only succeeded in making the images of that afternoon all the more vivid. I could practically feel the texture of my old quilt balled up in my fist as the unfamiliar sensation of another person's body lowering itself on top of mine made my heart pound. The sound of the rain outside and our heavy breathing filling the room. The pinch of pain and then the waves of pleasure as he pushed himself inside of me, taking my virginity and, I didn't know it then, any possibility of ever having such wonderful sex ever again. Wasn't it the experience of most people that their first time was awkward and awful? Not mine. None of the sex I had after that ever compared. At first I thought it was because I was romanticizing it too much in my head. Maybe I had put it on a pedestal and the fact that nothing else could reach it was some kind of mental block. But shouldn't that kind of mentality disappeared soon after? Shouldn't I be over it by now? Shouldn't I have found better and more interesting masturbation material after all these years? I shook my head and opened my eyes, realizing that my pulse had quickened, along with my breathing. Images were still popping up in my head: Alan's lips as they closed around my nipple, the sound our flesh made rolling around in the sheets, the way my hand looked buried in his dark hair as he kissed his way down my body until he reached... The knock at the door startled me so bad that I jumped and almost tumbled head first into the wall. A few unladylike words escaped my lips as I threw off the ridiculous heels I had always needed an excuse to wear, and made my way to the door. I took a deep breath and released it before I opened the door. And there he was. He still wore his hair long, and his style hadn't changed much either, with is black t-shirt with long sleeve grey shirt underneath, jeans, and boots. He had filled out a little in the arms and chest, but no sign of anything extra in the stomach area. He had a small wooden box in his hands, about the size of a shoe box. Right when I realized that I was looking him up and down I shot my gaze back up to his face to find that he was doing the same to me. "Do you always move around so much?" he asked, the corner of his mouth turning to a slight smile. "What?" I asked, completely taken off guard by the question. "Well," he started, taking a step forward to walk inside. I moved to the side to allow him to come in. "I got here a bit early, way early actually, so I sat in the car for a bit. I could see your silhouette walking back and forth through the curtains. When you finally stood still for a bit I decided it might be ok if I was fifteen minutes early." "Oh. Oh! I was just tidying up a bit," I said, shutting the door and walking past him to get a couple beers out of the fridge, if I had remembered to put them in there. I heard him chuckle and I stopped and turned around to see what was so funny. "Just like that, huh? I don't see you for ten years and you just walk past me, no hug or anything?" He had his arms open in invitation, and I smiled. I turned away and walked into the kitchen. "I should punch you in the face," I said over my shoulder, opening the fridge and pulling out two beers. "Lucky for you I have changed over the years, and have learned to forgive." I opened the drawer and pulled out the bottle opener, popped the caps off the beer bottles and walked back out of the kitchen, beers in hand. He still had his arms open, that little smirk still playing on his face. "Oh, hell," I said, and put the beers down on the end table and walked towards him. I got on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around my waist. I had turned my face away from him, resting my cheek on his shoulder and I felt him rest his own cheek on the back of my head. He squeezed me tight and I squeezed him back, the feeling very familiar despite the passage of time. His body was harder than I remembered, and I rubbed my hand up and down his back, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. I could feel my body heat rising and started to pull away. He tightened his grip on me and lifted me up slightly, making me let out a surprised shriek and then we both laughed. He lowered me back down to the floor and let me pull away, both of us smiling at each other. I turned and grabbed the beers, noticing the small wooden box beside them. "So, what's in the box?" I asked as I handed him a beer, walking around the love seat to take my place on the sofa. Alan picked up the box and followed me to the sofa, sitting beside me. "I stopped by my mom's place earlier and found this in my old room." He handed me the box, and I slid the top off to reveal a pile of pictures and some other papers. He laughed with me as I pulled out the first picture; me in an oversized pair of jeans and black spaghetti string tank top, my hair dyed Crayola red, bent over in laughter as Alan lay on the ground, covered in silly string. "Your seventeenth birthday!" I exclaimed, laughing hardily as I stared at the picture in disbelief. "I remember picking out the brightest color I could find, just to annoy you." I slid the picture behind the rest to reveal the next one which was Alan and I, resplendent in all of our gothic glory, my hair blue this time and our demeanor dark and brooding. I held it up for him to see, and he rolled his eyes and laughed with me. "Wait, you have to see this one," he said as he grabbed the pile from me, flipping through them quickly until he found the one he was looking for. "Ah-ha!" he bellowed in triumph, and held it up for me to see. It was a picture from a class trip to the beach, and while everyone else was in their bathing suits splashing around, Alan and I were in all black, my hair a faded green this time, hiding under the shade of a tree, arms crossed and looking miserable. I busted out laughing, and snatched the picture from him. "Did you get this from the yearbook staff? I remember it was the picture I signed next to, the few times someone asked me for a signature." He snatched the picture back and looked at it again, erupting in a new wave of laughter. "Yeah, Mark got it for me. I signed next to it, too. What did it say? Something like 'Most of the senior class enjoying Beach Day' or some shit?" He tossed the picture back at me, and I put it back in the pile. "Something like that," I replied, giggling and leafing through the rest of the pictures slowly. I would occasionally hold one up to him and we would laugh together, recalling old memories. When I was done with the pictures I started looking at the papers. They were mostly fliers from bands he had seen, and a couple of notes we had written to each other that I couldn't bring myself to read, but I played it off by rolling my eyes and tossing them to the side. At the very bottom of the box was a picture turned upside down. I pulled it out and turned it over, a slight gasp coming out of me. The picture was black and white, but I could still pick out the faint design that was printed on my old quilt. My back was to the camera and I was naked, the quilt folded over the swell of my hip and covering my legs. My back was milky white, and my hair, having to be it's natural blonde with how light it was, splayed out in a mess of curls across the pillow and my arm. The lighting was perfect, and the picture was beautiful. I looked up at Alan, knowing the answer to my question but I asked it anyway. "When did you take this?" "That day." He took the picture from me and smiled in memory. He ran his finger over the image, tracing the curve of my back. "We had fallen asleep, and when I woke up I had to pee something fierce. When I came back, this is what I saw. I brought my camera out of my backpack and snapped it." He smiled a little bigger and looked at me. I looked back down at the picture and cleared my throat a little. I didn't know what to say. "Only picture with my natural hair color," I said, and instantly felt stupid. I felt him shift a little and saw his arm rest on the back of the sofa from the corner of my eye. "I always liked your natural color," he said, and he reached his hand towards my hair and lightly touched the patch of curls that were closest to him. You would have sworn all of my nerve endings were in my hair because at his touch, my whole body busted out in goose bumps even as my temperature started to rise. I shifted my gaze from the picture to his face while he looked at the hair he was touching. His eyes turned and locked with mine, and again the memories poured in; our skin smooth as it moved against each other's, his tongue in my mouth as he moved deep inside of me, the look on his face as I arched against him and tightened around him... "Well!" I said, standing up, forgetting that the box was still on my lap. I grabbed at everything frantically before it fell and deposited it back in the box, placing it on the couch. "I am going...I am going to the restroom and then we can...uhm...go have some dinner or something," I fumbled. He looked up at me and nodded, and I practically ran to the bathroom. I hit my shoulder as I made my way around the corner and another profanity erupted from my mouth as went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I leaned forward on my hands that I placed on the counter before I fell over. I let out a number of deep breaths before I looked at myself in the mirror. I was different now; surely he could see it. My jeans were no longer twenty sizes too big and my shirt didn't have a band logo on it, even if it was still black. I stood up and looked at myself. My jeans were much more fitting, my waist still trim. I stood staring at myself for a good few moments before I realized that I was taking way too much time in the bathroom. I flushed the toilet even though I hadn't used it and washed my hands. I took another deep breath and opened the door, making my way back to the living room. I turned the corner to make my way down the hall and he was standing at the end of it, his back to me. As he heard me turn the corner he turned around and I walked up to him. He didn't move for me to get by so I just stood there, waiting for...well, I don't know what. He looked at me and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Trish, can I be honest with you?" he asked, looking quite serious. "Of course. Please," I said, feeling concerned all of the sudden. He nodded his head and then took a step forward, taking my face into his hands and placed his lips against mine. Fireworks, explosions, eruptions...the whole shebang happened instantly, and I reached to his chest to grab handfuls of his shirt to pull him closer to me. His hands moved from my face to wrap around me and pull me closer as my mouth opened and his tongue glided inside. I moaned loudly, as did he, and my hands released his shirt to slide to up the back of his neck to pull his face even harder against mine. He started walking backwards into the living room, stealthily making his way around the love seat and back to the couch. He stood between me and the couch and slowly started to lower himself down, never breaking the contact between our lips, and I bent and lowered myself on top, straddling him. Alan's hands were on my hips while mine were on his face, my hair cascading over his face while we turned our heads side to side, our tongues colliding and sliding, bringing wave after wave of sensation all over my body. I leaned back a little so that he would lean forward and I pulled the back of his shirt up, allowing him to break away for a moment to remove it. As soon as it was tossed aside our mouths were back at it, our kisses becoming longer and deeper. I moved my hands over his chest, shoulders, and arms, familiarizing myself with the skin that I remembered but the build that was new. Alan had moved his hands from my hips and slid them under my shirt, moaning into my mouth as his hand touched my flesh. I broke away from the kiss so that he could pull my shirt off, and before I could latch back onto his lips he held me back, looking at my breasts in their black bra, hovering right in front of his face. I could feel my nipples pushing against the slightly padded fabric, and felt them get even harder when he placed a hand on the sides of each. He slowly started to move his thumbs over them, making my body jerk against him in response. He kept moving them as he looked up at me, and I smiled slightly as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I let my arms hang at my sides and one of the straps fell down over my shoulder. Alan's gaze left my eyes as he looked at the fallen strap, then he reached up and slid the other over my shoulder, allowing my bra to slide off of my breasts slightly, but not completely. He kissed the tops of my breasts as he slid my bra off slowly, and I tossed it to the side as his mouth, warm and wet, clasped onto one of my nipples. I groaned and jerked against him again, my head falling back in revelry as my hand moved to the back of his head, pushing him closer to me. His hands were back at my breasts, softly massaging them, his fingers playing with whichever nipple wasn't occupied by his mouth. I had started to grind against him, the feeling of his tongue flicking and licking, his teeth nibbling, making the heat inside of me roll like lava. I bent forward, hearing the suction of his mouth break away from me with a POP! and attacked his mouth with my own, our kisses now fevered and urgent. I broke away to kiss down his cheek to his jawline, slightly rough from a light layer of stubble. I moved to his neck, and lifted one leg and then another to move between his, sliding my body down the front of his as I kissed my way down. I paused at his nipples to lick and suck them lightly, and could feel his stomach tighten against my body as I did so. I then licked my way down his smooth stomach, reaching for the fly of his jeans as I planted small kisses and licks across it. His fly was undone and the zipper down, and I opened his jeans to reveal the print of his boxers, his cock springing forward at it's new found freedom. I just looked at it for a moment, taking in every vein and it's smooth skin as it arched towards his belly. Alan shifted to shimmy off his jeans, making me laugh a little because for a moment it looked like his cock was waving at me. He smiled at me as I helped him remove his jeans as boxers, just then realizing that he must have taken his boots off sometime earlier. I ran my hands up his firm thighs, shifting myself into a comfortable position as I leaned forward and kissed the shaft, making Alan take a quick breath between his teeth. I reached out with my right hand and began to stroke him, slowly, looking up at his face as I used my thumb spread a bead of precum around the head. He took another quick breath and I stroked him up and down again, loving the feel of him in my hand. Another bead formed and I leaned forward, locking eyes with him as I opened my mouth and took him in, lowering my head down the length of him as far as I could go, his head hitting the back of my throat. I then closed my mouth around him and began to suck, feeling Alan lean back into the couch and thrust his hips forward slightly. I moved my head up and down, my hand having a firm grip of his base and moving up and down with the motion of my head. My hand became wet with saliva, and it soon moved smoothly along the length of him. I increased the tempo and then decreased, feeling Alan's muscles tighten and loosen as I did so, his grunts and groans egging me on. I looked up at him and he lightly touched the side of my face, his hand moving up and down with me and then moving to bury itself in my hair. I continued with his hand on the back of my head, never pushing, only going with the rhythm I chose. I was completely lost in pleasing him, when he suddenly leaned forward, making me dislodge him from my mouth and lean back. I was going to ask him what was wrong, but he slid down onto his knees beside me and pulled me to him for a long, deep kiss. I felt myself melting in his arms as he placed his hands under my arms and pushed me up, making me break from the kiss and scoot up onto the couch. He reached towards the fly of my jeans, and I laid back, slightly askew, one leg still planted on the floor and the other along the length of the couch, my head back on a throw pillow that rested against the arm. With the button undone and the fly down, he slid his hands up my thighs and pulled towards him, my underwear coming off with my jeans. He threw them behind him and looked down between my legs, his look determined and hungry. His hands made their way slowly up my inner thighs, resting them at the top and his thumbs pressing against my lips, moving up and down. I gasped a little and then leaned back into the pillow, watching his face as his thumbs moved. Then he spread my lips apart, his face softening at the sight me spread open before him. I felt my pussy twitch as he gazed at it, and a small smile spread across his lips. He looked up at me and then back down, and started to lean forward. His hands spread my legs even further apart and then his face disappeared as his tongue went right to my opening, causing yet another uncontrollable jerk to thrust up from my hips. He made a very loud MMMMM noise and moved his tongue in and out and then began to move it upwards in one long, agonizing lick. I grabbed the arm of the couch with one hand and the back of it with my other and dug my fingers in, sure that I would float away and die if I didn't have a grip on something. His face became more visible as he licked his way up, his eyes closed in bliss. He opened his eyes to look at me, and then disappeared again, repeating the assault on my pussy. He moved his face away and then slid two fingers inside of me, curling them towards my belly and hitting the spot only he had ever been able to hit. I arched my back at the feeling, my head sliding back, and then felt his tongue on my clit, making me call out as it glided up and down, round, and side to side. No matter how hard I tried to fight it I came hard, squeezing his fingers and thrusting my hips against his face. I felt him growl against me as I came and I knew I had given him exactly what he wanted. I eased back into the couch and whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me, making new spasms erupt all over me. My head had ended up under the pillow somehow and I uncurled my hand from the armrest to throw it off of me. I was breathing hard, and somehow found the energy to lift my head, looking down just as Alan was lifting his face from between my legs. Everything beneath his nose was glistening and I felt a new surge of lust flow through me as I sat up and leaned forward to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He stood slightly, still kissing me, and rolled onto the couch sitting up, pulling me on top of him. I broke away to adjust myself, reaching down to take ahold of him and placing his head right at my opening. I looked up at him and we locked eyes as I slowly started to ease my onto him, feeling him stretch me so that we were a perfect fit. When he was deep inside of me I broke the eye contact to lean my head back, feeling my hair tickle the middle of my back as I started to move slowly against him. Time I pushed my ass back and thrust my hips forward, slowly, feeling him slide in and out of my warm and wet softness. His hands were on my hips, pulling me to him as I thrust forward, bringing him even deeper inside of me. I brought my head forward and kissed him deeply, tasting the lingering flavor of me on his lips as our tongues met. I could feel myself start to build again, and I broke away to place my hands on Alan's knees and grind against him even slower, thrusting my breasts out. His hands moved from my hips to them, kneading them more roughly than before and tweaking my nipples. I was trying to prolong things, but my body had other plans as I moved faster against him, leaning forward to him again as I started to grind into him relentlessly. His hands were back on my hips, his grip hard as he pulled me towards him, both of us calling out as I thrust my hips towards him, making him go deeper and deeper inside of me. I could feel myself start to tighten, my hands gripping the back of his neck as I rode him. I opened my eyes to gaze into his as I came, and I saw a look of recognition flash across his face as I began to squeeze him. He said my name and groaned as I spasmed against him, and I could feel his seed deposit itself inside of me, fluid and hot. I stopped moving against him and fell forward, feeling his arms wrap around me as small aftershocks came over both of us from time to time, our breathing slowly becoming regular. I fell into one of those asleep but not asleep spells with him still inside of me, and came to as I heard him saying something, muffled against my shoulder and hair. "What?" I mumbled, not moving. "Ten years...I was so stupid...I'll never leave you again...I'll never leave you again..." I wrapped my arms around him tighter, squeezing him into me as he squeezed me into him. Time After Time -A Disclaimer: Before some fisherman from the Pacific NW jumps my case; Yes I know that most trawlers fish in Alaskan waters the whole fishing season because it's too time consuming and too expensive to make a couple of transits from whatever port is home to the Alaskan waters, but I was informed by a couple of old timers that a few did do it. So I used those exceptions as otherwise the timeline was too difficult to work out. If it still grinds your gills, sorry mate. -Ronnie W. Prologue: Some may think the beginning of this story is dark and perhaps it is to some . . . Who are these men of the sea? If you've ever been slammed with a hurricane off Cape Hatteras, almost beat to death by a typhoon off of the Philippines, had your skin sand blasted by a Red Sea sand storm, whipped to parade rest in the North Atlantic, and/or frozen like a Popsicle off the Korean peninsula or Arctic Circle, fished the waters off Alaska as in this story, You'd know my brother, because you're a man of the sea. I don't call the beginning dark. It's a part of the cycle of life to those who sail the seas in whatever capacity, and this story is dedicated to them and to those who are left behind to pick up the pieces when it all goes wrong. You love to eat fish and yet you've never considered the true cost of the fish you enjoy eating . . . In each town of those who go down to the sea in ships there is a memorial of some sort. On each of the memorials is inscribed the names of those who've paid the ultimate price, for the sea has no mercy and knows no pity. . . On with the story . . . Jacob Olson, known to one and all as Jake, and his buddy Andrew Moffat (Andy), were the best of friends. They grew up together, went to school together, and helped their respective fathers on the fishing boats which called the commercial fishing fleet quay wall in the harbor home. When their fathers retired the two friends took out a loan and bought the trawler their father's had used to fish off Alaska for the past several years. The boat was fairly modern and so it only required a few modifications and upgrades during overhaul to make it as seaworthy and modern as any in the fleet. Upon completion of the overhaul the boat was renamed the Carol Ann in honor Jake's wife Carol and Andy's wife Ann. Which name went first was settled by the flip of a coin. Both men were excellent sailors and fishermen. Jake however was better at deck seamanship and thus ostensibly became Captain and Master. Andy's father had been an engineering genius as was Andy, so he took over the duties of Chief Engineer. Because both were excellent all around seaman it was not unusual to find Jake standing a watch in the engine room while Andy would take the watch in the pilot house. . . Both men met their future wives at a youth dance in 1948 held in the basement/banquet room of Trinity Presbyterian Church. . . Jake and Andy were in the same Sophomore Class at Western High School (HS) as were Carol Roberts and Ann Fry but they normally traveled in different circles. The boys noticed the two young ladies sitting together sipping their Cokes and decided to ask them for a dance. Happily the band was playing a slow waltz as the boys gathered the girls into their arms and began to dance. Carol was immediately struck with the size of this big blonde haired, blue eyed Swede holding her ever so gently in his arms as they glided across the dance floor. She was a 5'8" dishwater blonde blue eyed beauty and yet she felt like a little doll as they danced, and talked about themselves and each other, beginning the age old rite of courtship. Ann and Andy were also beginning their own courtship as Ann found herself happily snuggled into the arms of her red haired, green eyed giant. Like Carol she was a beautiful young woman. she was large breasted but otherwise slender, the same height as Carol. Her hair was raven colored, which was coupled with brown eyes, and she had a wicked sense of humor which she used well that night. After the dance they went to a drive in for burgers and fries and then it was time to get the girls home. When Jake pulled up in front of Carol's house she kissed him and bounced out the front door while Ann planted a kiss on Andy as she slid out the rear door. That night the two girls sitting cross legged on Carol's bed in their PJ's giggled and excitedly talked about their new found boy friends as they each found themselves at the beginning stages of that happiest event of the young, a full blown crush. The boys were in no better shape. They were thunderstruck at their luck and they too could only talk about their new girl friends. Score: crushes: 4 anything else: 0 For the next two years, if the boys weren't off fishing, the weekends found them dancing with their sweethearts or sitting in the car at the drive-in theater kissing, necking, and occasionally groping, but the girls kept a pretty tight rein on how much and what kind of groping was allowed. Shortly after their graduation from Western HS, Jake married Caroline Roberts and Andy took Anna Fry as his new bride in a double wedding ceremony at the old Presbyterian Church. The two men had planned on having a joint honeymoon but their father's quickly disabused them of the idea, pointing out they were not going square dancing they were waltzing and whereas it takes a group to square dance, waltzes are done with a him and a her. The boys got the idea. After Jake talked it over with Carol they decided to honeymoon in Seattle. Ann on the other hand wanted to go to Vancouver, British Columbia so that was where they went. To say the honeymoons were great sessions of sex would be an overstatement. If you asked the men they'd have said yes, but to the ladies it was good, not great. Yes they'd each experienced a mild orgasm or two but not the mind blowing ones they heard their girlfriends talk about. The problem was simply that Jake and Andy knew the rudiments of sex but they'd paid too much attention to their shipmates and their talk of how to properly make love to a woman. I do have to mention it here . . Sailors are the raunchiest people in the world. Being cut off from the women for so long seems to make the mind a very inventive device when it comes to tales of women and sex. Because sailors have a LOT of time on their hands since there is little to do if your not eating sleeping or working the average sailor's mind gets very inventive indeed, hence the sea story as opposed to the fairy tale. Fairy tales start out "Once Upon a Time. . ." Sea stories on the other hand usually start out, "Now this ain't no shit. . ." The problem is that no sailor ever starts out his latest lie about him and the ladies with that disclaimer so Jake and Andy were suckered in by disguised sea stories. Carol and Ann were comparing notes after the honeymoon and each arrived at two startling conclusions: They knew damn all about how to excite a man and to truly drive him wild and the men knew even less about their women. The women bought several books about sex that their girlfriends enthused over (In plain brown wrappers of course) and started reading. The single biggest thing they learned is that great sex is largely communication and it has to be a two way street. The ladies proceeded to turn themselves and their men into lovers by suggestion and example. Doing for their men and having their men try the latest lesson on them. When the men learned what making love to a women's clitoris and using their tongues and fingers to worship their vaginas could do to the women they were off to the races and never looked back. Life was good for the two families but that is a relative term as the work was hard and dangerous, the separations long and the loneliness pure agony. The two men knew this going in as that was the life they had led from the time they first crewed a fishing trawler as young men just as their father's and just as their grandfather's had done before them. The ladies knew most of it as their circle of friends while growing up included a number of kids whose father's fished for a living. Shortly after the marriages Carol and Ann both discovered themselves to be pregnant. Carol and Ann both belonged to that group of women who are continually hot and horny during their pregnancy and damn near insatiable to the point that the two ladies almost wore the men out. The only saving grace was that it was time to go fishing and the men got a respite. One month after Carol gave birth to Nicholas (Nick) Ann gave birth to John (Jack). Why Jack? In some parts of the world John for some reason becomes Jack and other then it is a custom in this part of the world I haven't a clue. As soon as Nick and Jack could toddle they were on board the Carol Ann learning those things that future men of the sea needed to learn. Following graduation from Western HS the two best friends joined their fathers as full-time crewmen on the Carol Ann. At the end of two years with a lot of studying Nick became the 1st Mate while Jack was made Assistant Engineer. Actually Jack also worked on deck when he was needed as the trawler was really not large enough to need a full time Assistant Engineer, but it was nice to have someone skilled and knowledgeable to give Andy a hand and to be available should an emergency occur. Most trawlers the size of the Carol Ann carried a crew of 6, ie; Captain, 1st Mate, Chief Engineer, Cook, and two deck hands. The Carol Ann had a crew of seven but the fishing was still good in those days and so the wages were decent even if the money was split 7 ways instead of 6. In 1972 Nick and Jack met two young college students at a dance at the Eagles Lodge Hall in town one Saturday night. . . Nick was astounded at how good it had felt to hold this tall beauty in his arms and how nice it was to bury his nose in her auburn tresses, smell her sweetness, and to watch her green eyes twinkle as she smilingly asked and answered questions. Jack was also enthralled to be able to hold his tall red haired, jade green-eyed beauty against his chest as they waltzed the night away. She had such a beautiful smile and her soft southern drawl gave him shivers because it was so buttery soft and sensuous. Nick had immediately decided that he wanted to make Amanda (Mandy) Johnstone his wife, after a suitable courtship of course. The same thought went through Jack's mind when he'd danced with Rebecca Barnett who insisted on being called Becky. That night in the female dorm at Western Univ. the two friends and roommates agreed that they'd met the men they were going to marry. They were so tall, so strong, so good looking (and so cute what with Nick's blond hair, blue eyes, and impish grin and Jack's red hair, green eyes, and cute dimples). They needed to be corralled fast before some evil sluts got their hooks into them. The two young women were finishing their senior year at Western and would shortly have their teaching certificates in hand. They both intended to stay in town and teach at one of the elementary schools, which boded well for the two young sailors. On New Years Eve in 1973 the The two young sailors proposed marriage, said proposals being accepted by the ladies concerned with much glee and many hugs and kisses. There was one item that needed taking care of before the wedding. Nick and Jack had naturally talked about going on a joint honeymoon. Jake and Andy had to take their two sons aside and over a beer very carefully explain that that was a stupid plan. A honeymoon is not party time for two lunk heads, it is a time for a young man and his new wife to start learning about each other and to establish a loving partnership each with the other. After discussing it with their intended's Nick and Mandy would honeymoon in San Francisco and Jack and Becky would take theirs in Vancouver, British Columbia. Because Mandy and Becky had no close relatives to help with wedding plans, Carol and Ann stepped up to the plate. The young ladies would spend hours talking over their plans and the older women would throw in a suggestion from time to time, but were never offended if the suggestion was turned down as the pros and cons were thoroughly discussed before a decision was made and rancor never entered the picture. In fact the friendship between the four of them blossomed to the point that Mandy and Becky began to think of their future mothers as mothers pro tem. The four of them would spend glorious hours shopping for their wedding dresses and trousseaus, giggling like teen agers with many a ribald comment passed back and forth. Just before the wedding while Jake and Andy took their sons out for a beer and talk. the lady's decided to have a hen party with Mandy and Becky modeling their trousseaus before packing them for the honeymoon. To celebrate, the Irish Cream was broke out and the lady's proceeded to have a grand old time. Recalling their own barely successful honeymoons Carol and Ann set the two brides down and talked to them about the need for two way communication with their husbands when it came to sex and making love. They giggled as they talked about great sex being a "show and tell" event and the necessity for it. The lessons were not lost on Mandy and Becky. By the time the men showed up the trousseaus had been packed away, the lady's were just finishing up the last dregs of the Irish Cream, giggling, and quite tidally. Early in 1974 there was again a double wedding with Nick and Jack standing proudly but nervously at the old Altar rail in the church. The same rail their fathers and grandfathers had stood in front of when they took their wedding vows. Following the reception Nick and Mandy changed to traveling cloths, put the bags in the car, and drove down to SeaTac to catch their flight to San Francisco. On landing they retrieved their luggage and caught the hotel shuttle to their abode for the next week. Mandy expressed a wish to take a bath as she felt rather dirty after all of the traveling. On her way into the bathroom she asked Nick to order some wine and perhaps some sweets to munch on. Once she'd closed the door she began to run the water into the tub, poured her favorite scented bubble bath in, carefully entered the tub, and lowered her body into the bubbly froth. First things first, she thought as she washed herself thoroughly. Following the washing up she lay back, closed her eyes, and thought about what lay ahead: It was all well and good that she and Nick had spent many hours kissing and smooching, It was delightful when he squeezed her breasts, but she'd never let him take her bra off, and it was exquisite when he ran his big hands up her legs but she'd never allowed him to play within a hands length of her panties. In short, she was coming to her bridal bed a virgin. She had squeezed Nick's penis through his pants and it felt hard and huge but she'd never seen it. She smiled as she thought about the books that Carol and Ann had bought for them and then very patiently explained the necessity and the art of communication. Giggling nervously to herself she finally thought, "Time to get the show on the road." Rising from the tub she patted herself dry, brushed her teeth, arranged her auburn hair, put her favorite perfume in a few strategic spots, and carefully donned her pale green peignoir and panties. She'd decided that for her first time she was going to be what she was, virginal. No lipstick, no powders, just her. When she opened the door she got a shock: Nick was laying on the bed in a light weight 3/4 length robe. Her attention was drawn to the sink which stood just outside the bathroom and she took note of the wet wash cloths and rumpled towels. Nick had also been busy getting cleaned up. What she didn't know was that the night that Carol and Ann took her and Becky in hand to talk about "honeymoon sex" and the need for two way communication, Jake and Andy had taken their two sons in hand and held pretty much the same conversation (Without the books). They added four more provisos: Cleanliness, Patience, Gentleness in all things unless she tells you differently, and lose all the foo foo. As she walked into the room her hips swayed slightly. Nick looked at her and all of his love for her bubbled to the surface as he saw his bride for the first time, or did he? The peignoir and panties were sheer but were just heavy enough to keep her clouded in mystery. He could almost see her nipples and yet he wasn't sure. He thought he could see her pussy hair but maybe not? It was befuddling to say the least. She noted that Nick had poured the wine for them and the two glasses were standing side by side on the nightstand beside him, but what was in the bowl? Chocolates? Nick had ordered chocolates, how heavenly, how delightful. The thought flashed through her mind, "I've won a keeper." He rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed where she joined him. He handed her a glass and in time honored tradition they gave their mate a sip. Nick still had a trick up his sleeve; just before the glass touched her lips he reached up with his other hand and placed a chocolate between her lips. With one finger he gently pushed it into her mouth and then allowed her to sip from the wine glass. As the wine swirled around the piece of chocolate she bit down on it and tasted wine, chocolate, and cherry. The thought ran through her mind that she'd masturbated to an orgasm, but she'd never had an orgasm from food. If Nick kept this up all things are possible and a soft giggle escaped her lips. Nick carefully took her wine glass and his, placed them on the nightstand, and slowly pulled her into his arms. For what seemed hours they kissed and stroked each other. Finally Nick could stand it no longer he had to view all of the prize he'd won. He pulled her up and began to disrobe her. Mandy was of like mind; she had to look at the prize she'd won. They stripped each other in record time but Mandy won the race. When she pulled Nick's robe off of him she was finally able to see the body of her lover. His penis was about half erect. She took one look at this half-hearted monster and decided the marriage was over as there was no way that it would fit in her love canal. Truth be told Nick's penis was just on the large size of average in length and width but Mandy had no way to know that. Nick reminded her that big huge babies came out of the same canal he was intending to invade, and if they could make the journey, she'd have no problem and they'd just take their time. Finally seeing all of his bride for the first time in all of her feminine glory staggered Nick. He put his arms around her waist and dropped to his knees so he could place a kiss on her stomach. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him to her. As he worshipped her with his lips his hands dropped lower until they were eagerly cupping the cheeks of her ass, so soft it felt like he was stroking a cat, and so erotic his penis started to harden. For the first time Nick smelled the scent of an aroused woman. All of the kissing and visual stimulation had started her juices flowing. "My God that is a heady scent," ran through Nick's mind. Mandy pulled him up to kiss him and suddenly felt something pressing into her stomach. Looking down she beheld a fully hard penis for the first time and even if it wouldn't fit inside her she still wanted to touch it and get a closer look. Dropping to her knees she took this big hard muscle in her hand and it was now her turn to be astonished. How could anything so hard and stiff be so soft? She had to kiss it, after all it belonged to her man. As her lips touched it it jumped and got even harder. Nick picked her up and gently laid her on the bed. Laying down beside her they kissed, letting their tongues wonder where they would. His hand slowly encompassed a breast. He squeezed it tenderly and was rewarded when he felt her already hard nipple get even harder. He lowered his head, kissed it, placed it between his lips, and proceeded to suck on it. Mandy moaned in the throes of her arousal. Taking Nick's hand she spread her legs and placed it on her wet pussy. Time After Time Nick loved the touch but he'd never done this before. Mandy gave him a hint. "Put a finger inside me sweetheart." Nick took the hint and was rewarded with a moan as it slid into her pussy. She took his hand and pushed it deeper in to her love canal. In so doing his thumb rubbed across her clitoris, which brought a deeper moan. As he pushed his finger in and out and rubbed her clitoris her moans increased in intensity even as her pussy got wetter and wetter. Instinctively Nick knew it was time. Laying Mandy on her back he moved over her and spread her legs wider with his knees. Slowly ever so slowly he pushed the head into her pussy. The first several inches were a pure torture of delight for both of them until Nick felt an obstruction. Nick knew this was coming and knew that it would bring her pain, but it had to be done. Nick withdrew his penis until just a little of the head remained inside her, then with a quick thrust of his hips he tore her hymen and immediately stopped all motion as Mandy's face became a mask of pain. Nick quickly placed his lips on hers as if to try to inhale her pain. After a few moments the pain subsided and Mandy began to feel some of her pleasurable sensations return. softly she spoke, "push in slowly love." Nick, looking intently at her face began to push ever so slowly into her. He no longer saw that mask of pain but instead a face with a soft smile as the joy and the pleasure begin to return to her body. When Nick entered her love tunnel completely so that their pubic bones were touching he stopped all movement to again look at her face to determine if the pain was gone. Softly he kissed her lips and her face as he whispered terms of endearment and love. As he lay there he slowly rotated his hips so that his penis seemed to be touching every inch of her. Every nerve seemed to feel the excitement as her breathing became shallower and she began to softly moan. Nick began to withdraw and in protest she wrapped her long legs around his waist to stop him even as her vaginal muscles clamped down in an effort to capture and hold that lovely love muscle deep inside of her. The resulting friction brought the two of them to the next level of sexual excitement as Mandy's soft moans became soft yips of pleasure. As Nick withdrew Mandy lifted her hips in further protest, but Nick was a man on a mission. Once he had withdrawn his penis as far as he was able to and still be inside her he again pushed slowly back into her. By now Mandy was on a different level and even as she began to scream out her joy she screamed at him, "Deeper, harder, faster!" When Nick was fully engulfed, because of the different angle with her legs wrapped around him, the head of his penis brushed against her cervix which stepped her excitement up a notch, but what Nick did next sent her off to the moon. He began to slide his penis up and down her love canal and as he did the base of his penis began to rub against the wall next to her clitoris. that was great but Nick looked down at her jiggling breasts and it appeared that if he twisted his elbows slightly he could capture those beauties. Thought turned to deed and he had each breast safely surrounded and each nipple safely ensconced between two fingers. As he continued to saw against her clitoris he squeezed her breasts with his hand and squeezed and tugged on the nipples with his fingers. That was it for Mandy, the pleasure was too great. She screamed out as her body began to spasm in orgasm. Nick let her calm down slightly before he began to plunge in and out of her vagina. At the bottom of the strokes he rolled his hips and immediately withdrew. At the top of the stroke he again rolled his hips. The friction on every part of her sent Mandy to a different planet. Nick was driving so hard and so fast she could only go along for the ride. Finally Nick could feel the beginning of the end as he felt his penis start to jerk and quickly plunged as deeply into her as he could. When he came deep inside her, primal thoughts flooded her brain and drove her to the most glorious climax she'd ever experienced. The pleasure was so intense that her body froze. Her feet and hands curled up and her screams would have woke the dead. Nick looked at her and beheld a sight he'd never seen before. Her eyes were rolled back under her eye lids with tears flowing down her cheeks and her lips and face were frozen in a grimace like the ones he'd seen on the gargoyles at St Joes. Even as she returned to earth her body would occasionally shudder with a mild climax. If she were an earthquake they'd say she had aftershocks and she surely did, each bringing pleasure to her body and thoughts of love to her mind. As she calmed down and her breathing returned to normal she took Nick's face in her two hands and softly rained kisses on every part of it. After each kiss she'd whisper, "Thank you darling. I love you so much." When Nick tried to withdraw she pulled him tightly to her to prevent the loss of that wonderful tool that used to be be Nicks and was now hers to do with as she would. Nick was a big man and yet she gloried in his weight pressing her down as she stroked his back, softly kissed his shoulders and neck, and softly whispered endearments. They made love several more times that evening until the pangs of hunger forced them to shower, which was almost a mistake as they both became rather excited while washing each other, but empty stomachs prevailed and they finally headed to the hotel restaurant. They did actually get to do some sight seeing, taking in Fisherman's Wharf, Chinatown and even attending a musical. There were also several chances to dance at this place or that but that usually led to hurrying back to the hotel. They experimented with different positions and they both discovered that their favorite was with Mandy on top as she could control the action, but in his mind it gave him unfettered access to her dangling breasts which caused her to call him a sexual deviant. They learned about oral sex and when Nick found out that his tongue and fingers could bring Mandy to the heights of joy and beyond he decided that this was one aspect of making love that he would become a master at. Mandy, for the first time learned how much she loved to take her big peter in her mouth and bring it to climax. One of the greatest aspects of being married was appreciated from the git go. To fall asleep with Nick's arms wrapped around her and a breast nicely tucked into his hand was heaven, especially when her peter was tucked into the cheeks of her ass. But there was a price to be paid, if you could call it that; In the morning the giant would come to life, but the response to that was to slay the giant. Mandy would spread her legs, reach between them and tuck the giant into his prison. The giant would bounce off his prison walls until with a cry and shudder the giant would shrivel up and get ready to go to sleep, but not before the walls shuddered in victory. Alas, the honeymoon had to end all too soon. They packed their bags and retraced their steps until they stood outside of the home she and Nick had agreed they wanted to buy. Becky and Jack flew out of the door of their newly purchased home next door and rushed across the yard to greet them with happy shouts, hugs and kisses (by the ladies), and an all around feeling of happiness and welcome home. It was time for the two men to get back to the Carol Ann as it was time to sail to Alaska for the Spring Salmon run. Perhaps they'd sail to Bristol Bay, perhaps off of Kodiak, wherever the runs were the largest. That decision would be up to Jake and Andy since they were the owners of the Carol Ann, and they both had an uncanny ability to find the best fishing. Mandy and Becky returned to their teaching assignments at Maritime Elementary. With both men gone they got together at one house or the other to sup together, or once a week they'd all be at Carol's home and on another the four ladies would sit down together at Ann's home. Of course the honeymoons were discussed and photos shown repeatedly. But the conversations turned rather raunchy at times as Carol and Ann wanted to know if their sons had performed adequately. With blushes both Mandy and Becky had to assure them they'd enjoyed themselves immensely which brought a snicker from all present. During one of the get togethers something was said that piqued Carol's and Ann's interest. Honing in, they finally got Mandy to 'fess up that in the throws of her sexual excitement she was a "screamer." This statement was met with screams of laughter and some very rude remarks by one and all. Before the night was done the two ladies had gotten Becky to admit that she was also a "screamer," worse; she turned into a complete "smut mouth," to the point that Jack had taken to calling her his dirty old broad. Becky also told them about her entrance in her peignoir from the bathroom. She'd put her hip against the door jam and a hand on her other hip ala Veronica Lake in an old 40's movie, whistled and said to Jack in her sexiest voice, "See anything you like sailor?" The last broke the party up as the ladies broke into laughs and giggles they were powerless to stop. They were laughing so hard the tears were streaming down their cheeks. One and all had a good time. It may be that the Irish Cream had something to do with it. Eventually the Carol Ann returned. It had been a good trip and the shares were very large at pay-off time. Just before the Carol Ann departed for the Fall fishing run Mandy informed Nick that they were going to have a baby come spring. Nick was beside himself with Joy. They talked it over and jointly agreed that Mandy would teach until it came time to take maternal leave. After the baby was born she wanted to be a full time wife and mother. 1975 Just before the Carol Ann sailed for the Spring run, 8 lb. 8 oz. blond haired, blue eyed Matthew Olson arrived, to the delight of all of the family. upon the return from the Spring run Nick spoiled his baby son outrageously as did the rest of the family when they were able to wrest Matt from his dad's arms. When the Carol Ann returned the crew immediately began preparing for the Fall run and in an all too short space of time the trawler set sail on what would turn out to be its final cruise . . . . . . Jake had taken the helm. The boat was in desperate straits as it faced the angry seas. The Carol Ann tried to claw its way up each angry wave but the attempts would ultimately prove fruitless. If he was unable to turn the Carol Ann about and head towards safer waters all that faced them was a watery grave. Even as he talked with a radio ham in Kodiak and gave him the Carol Ann's position he knew he was dealing from a position of futility because he and his boat were captives of the sea. As he spoke, the maw of the next wave totally engulfed him. In all of his sea going experience he'd never seen a wave like that which now was about to envelope them. It was truly the mother of all waves and he had no life saving response available. . . . . The two best friends and neighbors were sitting on the sofa, basking in the warmth emanating from the fireplace, talking, and occasionally sipping from a tea cup nestled in their hands when the doorbell rang. Rising, Mandy Olson moved to the door, and turned on the porch light. On the porch she beheld a middle aged couple dressed in black heavy raincoats to protect them from the rain and bone chilling cold. Opening the door she quizzically asked, "Yes?" The man replied with a question of his own, "Mrs. Amanda Olson?" With her assent the couple pulled gold plated police officers badges from their pockets, identified themselves, as Police Detective Lt,'s Jason O'Riley and Angela Foster, and asked if they might come in. Stepping aside she allowed the pair to enter, quickly closing the door against the cold. As they entered each removed the hat that had been protecting them from the rain. Becky Moffat rose as Mandy introduced her friend to the police officers. Detective Lt. O'Riley asked them each to be seated as the two police officers moved into the living room after having been invited to take off their coats so that they might warm themselves by the fire. The two friends seated themselves next to each other and Lt Foster joined them as Lt. O'Riley stood before them and regretfully spoke the tragic words that changed their lives forever: "There has been an accident aboard the Trawler Carol Ann . . ." The two friends knew that what followed would not be good and reached out to the other and tightly held the hand of their dear friend as they waited for the terrible news. Finally they could bear it no longer and each fearfully shouted out at the same time, "Is it my Nick? . . Is it my Jack?" The officer's face took on a look of sadness and dejection as he answered the question "I'm sorry to inform you that the Carol Ann has sunk in Bristol Bay and there are no survivors." The shrieks and screams of anguish were immediate and horrible as the two ladies hugged each other and the tears began to stream down their cheeks. Lt. Foster reached over to hug the two ladies to her in comfort as Lt. O'Riley carried on with the tragic news, " It happened late last night. A bad storm sprang up from nowhere. and they began to take on water. Cap't. Olson was on the marine radio when evidently a great wave struck. The radio operator he was talking to reported a horrible bang and then all further contact was lost. The storm and the winds had calmed by daylight so the planes were up and searching. Debris was discovered at the position he'd radioed in but no survivors were found. The Carol Ann went down with all hands." Lt. Foster in a soft, sad, emotionally choked voice continued on, "Please accept our condolences. Several other teams have been dispatched to your respectives and to the other crew member's families. Rev. Day should be at your mother-in-law's house Mrs. Olson. He has requested that your mother-in-law be driven there Mrs. Moffat. If you both wish to join them we have been instructed to render all possible assistance." The newly widowed ladies gathered up their coats, Mandy's little baby Matt, locked up the house, and followed the officers to the police car. With the catastrophic news seven families lives lay in shambles, and it wasn't the first time in this town. It proudly boasted that it was the home of Western University, but it was fishing and logging which turned the wheels of commerce and disaster was a constant shadow which frequently cloaked the community in a mantle of sorrow. The two friends soon joined their mothers and in their communal grief all they could do was hold each other, sob, and try to bring a modicum of comfort to each other. Rev. Day tried to help bring some comfort to these latest victims of the cruel seas, but he'd had to perform this function all too often in the past and knew deep down in his soul that these ladies would be beyond comfort for quite awhile, yet he had to try. . In his mind the good minister could only think . . "More names added to the memorial scroll at the head of the quay wall, God, will this pain and suffering never end?" After the minister and police finally left the four women seated themselves at the kitchen table while Carol Olson put some tea water up to brew. There would be much to talk about tonight and none of the ladies wanted to have to be alone with their thoughts and grief. They first tried to make plans for the memorial service but soon let it go as their grief was too new and too deep yet, perhaps tomorrow . . Becky reached across the table to take her mother's hand in her own, also grasping Mandy's with her other, and softly and mournfully announced, "Ann, Mandy, Carol, I'm pregnant with Jack's baby." Each of the ladies set their cups down to hold Becky's hands as Ann spoke for all of them, "When did you find out and did Jack know?" Becky began to cry and moaned, " I had just found out and hadn't had a chance to tell Jack yet, and I didn't tell you all because it was Jack's right to be the first to know." Each of the other women knew and understood the sentiment as they had all done the same when they'd found themselves with child. They talked far into the night recalling happier times and dreading the dreams if they went to sleep. Finally weariness took its toll as dawn began to break and Carol suggested that Anne sleep with her and Mandy and Becky sleep in the guest room. The ladies quickly agreed as that would mean that they wouldn't have to sleep alone with their memories and sorrow. . . The Memorial Services were held a week-and-a- half later as there were some logistical problems to be worked out: Most important; Carol and Ann felt that they needed to be at each crewman's memorial service as it would be expected and appreciated if the Captain's and Chief Engineer's widows were there to support the widows of the crewmen, just as they all would assemble at the Presbyterian Church to join Carol and Ann in their sorrow and remembrance. One service was held in St. Joseph's Catholic Church, another in St. Nicholas' Greek Orthodox Church, next was the service at Trinity, and the fourth in Maritime Church down by the waterfront. It was the bells of Maritime Church that alerted the town to the disaster when the church bells mournfully peeled their tale of woe 7 times (once for each lost seaman). An aside: - I refer you to Gordon Lightfoot's mournful song; "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." - Rev. Day made arrangements with a funeral director he knew very well to make a limousine available to move the ladies from one memorial service to the next. Mandy and Becky insisted on accompanying Carol and Ann to each of the services as they also felt the need to support the other families as well as their respective mothers. At each of the four services there was a table at the Altar rail of the church covered in black cloth. On the table were pictures of the lost 7 and centered on the table but resting in a special block on the floor was a huge shiny brass plaque, newly made at the town foundry (The old plaque was completely filled with the names of lost seaman). On the plaque was engraved the names of the crew of the Carol Ann and the appropriate information and dates. The services themselves occurred over a 3 day period, which put quite a strain on the ladies and their mourning dresses and accouterment. The plaque would be dedicated in the Spring when the priests from St. Joseph's and St. Nicholas' churches would bless the plaque and the fishing fleet as it prepared to set sail for the Spring fishing season. Just due having been rendered it was now time for plans to be made . . . The insurance checks had been gratefully accepted. Carol and Ann were in good stead as their homes were already paid for so their checks would be invested. Becky was teaching at Maritime Elementary School so her check would pay off the mortgage and the car loan, and leave her with something left over to invest until she went on maternity leave. The big problem was Mandy. She'd quit teaching to raise Matt and so she had no source of income except the insurance check. The four ladies talked it over and decided that Mandy should go back to teaching and Carol and Ann would take care of Matt during the day. Because it was in the middle of the school year and the contracts had been let, Mandy would fill in as a substitute until the new school year which at least brought in some money while the insurance would pay off the loans on the house and car so she wouldn't have those problems hanging over her head. For Carol and Ann it was also good as they had not worked for many years, choosing to be full time housewives. Neither particularly wanted to rattle around in an empty nest of memories, no matter how pleasant, so they liked it that they could drive over to Mandy's to care for baby Matt. Time After Time What happened is a very common event to those iron-willed ladies of the sea when problems rise or disaster strikes . . . They bond and come together to help each other through the hurt, fear, loneliness, and sorrow. They become a resolute team working in common cause. In the Springtime good things happen . . . The rains come, the weather warms, flowers bloom, trees turn green, and babies are born. So it was when Becky gave birth to a red headed green eyed 7 lb. 8 oz. girl. To honor a father she'd never know Becky named her Jacqueline but she would forever be Jackie. Now Carol and Ann each had a grand baby to spoil. It worked out rather well as the two babies could be pooled together at Mandy's or Becky's house. Mandy's was the favorite because of the large wrap around porch and the porch swing. The story, often told, was that Nick had a paper route as a kid several blocks away from his home. One of his customers was the widow of a college professor by the name of Mrs. Rose Snow and he'd fallen in love with her huge wrap around porch and swing (see "As Time Goes By" by the author). When he and Mandy bought the house one of the reasons (Besides the fact that Jack and Becky were buying the house next door) was that the house would look great if it had a wrap around porch, which he built with the first payoff shares after the fishing season was over. I've often been asked why these four beautiful women never remarried. I've talked to all four of them over the years, and I always received the same responses: From Mandy and Becky; They'd loved their husbands and lovers. It was impossible that anyone could take their places and besides they'd had children to raise and the children hadn't needed for their mothers to become distracted. From Carol and Ann; They both assured me that as mature ladies in their 40's they had many offers from the gentlemen in the town but independently they each said that they'd enjoyed the best so why should they settle for less? Besides they had daughters and grand children to look after. I think the truth of the matter was very simple: the four ladies had developed a love and attachment for each other because of shared experiences, good and bad, not unlike Ruth and Naomi of Biblical fame. By the time everyone assembled to celebrate Jackie's first birthday Mandy and Becky were both in a position to pay Carol and Ann for their baby sitting but the two mothers were insulted by the offer. The best that the two young teachers could do was play hostess on weekends and holidays, and make sure that the presents they gave to Carol and Ann for Christmas, their birthdays, and of course Mothers Day were extra special. When Jackie started Kindergarden Matt was starting second grade. He was tasked by Mandy with taking care of her and protecting her, an order he took very seriously. When Matt turned ten he received a bike for his birthday and Jackie received a smaller one for her birthday. After that there was no holding them back. They'd be on the bikes pedaling to the park at every chance. At least that was what the four ladies thought. From conversations she overhead between Jackie and Matt, Mandy became concerned enough to investigate and found to her horror that they were pedaling down to the fishing fleet tied up at the quay wall. When she checked his room she wasn't surprised that the walls were covered with photos of fishing boats. She'd passed it off as a harmless salute to his father and grandfather. Now two and two were starting to equal four! Mandy immediately called the Lady's Four (As they had started to call themselves) into a war council and explained what she'd discovered. All four women agreed that something indeed needed to be done. No more men in the two families were going to perish at sea. That price had been paid in spades, but what to do? A consensus was finally agreed upon that a way had to be found to find something that thrilled Matt enough to make him want to attend Western and work towards a degree. That would hopefully solve the problem. Mandy and Becky would check with his teachers to see if he'd ever given any indication of having any special interests. It turned out that the pictures that Matt had put on his walls were pictures that he'd taken himself and he also loved to play with the new computers the school had just installed. Carol and Ann headed for Western to do some research of their own. Western had a Computer Science Program and in fact were just starting to experiment in video and digital imaging. The two ladies brought the school catalog home along with some information that might prove useful. The council was reconvened. A suggestion had been offered by one of the student instructors that he'd gotten hooked when his family bought him a computer, printer, and a whole slew of games The ladies agreed that Matt's Christmas present would be the computer, related peripheral equipment, and games. Carol and Ann would do the research to see exactly what was needed and what it would cost. As far as digital imaging that would have to take a back burner for awhile. The equipment was just too new and too expensive, but the student instructor told them the prices would be coming down over the next few years as more companies got into digital cameras and movie cameras. Finally they all agreed not to try to talk Matt out of his interest in the fishing boats as it might well push him into doing exactly what they didn't want to happen. For Christmas Matt got his computer and games. At the suggestion of the clerk they'd bought a joystick that could be used by both children. It turned out that Jackie had better hand and eye coordination then Matt and quite often beat him at the various games they played. Now this sometimes has a tendency to tick off the male of the species but Matt didn't seem to worry about it and in point of fact he would congratulate Jackie with a big smile and kind words. When he began to do his homework on the computer and print out the reports his grades rose considerably. Jackie would sit next to him and watch while he worked. Because of her ability to use the computer and Matt's rising grade point average (GPA) the Lady's Four decided to get Jackie her own computer for her birthday. Sure enough her GPA also went up. All too soon Matt was entered into the Freshman Class at Western HS. The ladies watched his efforts that fist year and his GPA didn't falter. It was now time to put part two into action: The ladies slowly but surely convinced Matt that he needed to think about going to Western to get his degree in computer sciences. As a hook-set they mentioned the video imaging which by now was a rousing success. Matt's concern was how to pay for it. The ladies shushed him, sitting him down to explain all of his options which included the fact that if he wasn't able to get any scholarship money the ladies would make sure that he was financially able to attend. What Matt didn't know and the ladies weren't about to tell him was their great fear that he'd go to sea like his male forbears. Even after all these years, one or another of the women would still occasionally wake in the middle of the night and try to reach for an arm to cuddle up into and then remember that what woke her was the memory of the sound of the doorbell on that awful night. None of them could go through that experience again . . . They just couldn't! The Lady's Four united in resolute purpose . . Like four Pit Bull Dogs jerking on a leather toy. In Matt's Junior Year Jackie was enrolled in the Freshman Class at Western HS. He once again assumed the mantle of protection over Jackie through the next two years of school which could have been a large turn-off in high school when she wanted to date boys. But if it disturbed her she never let on and in fact she had been developing very warm feelings for Matt, although if he reciprocated her feelings he sure didn't show it. During Matt's Senior Year he received a letter from Western Univ. Department of Student Admissions to congratulate him on his acceptance into the Computer Sciences Program. For the very first time Jackie screamed in joy, rushed up, threw her arms around him, and planted a kiss on his cheek. That hug and kiss caught the lady's by surprise and it would definitely be on the agenda when they next got together, which occurred very soon after the kiss. None had seen it coming as Jackie was a young lady who kept her cards close to her newly budding breasts. The problem was that they couldn't gauge Matt's reactions and they didn't want Jackie to be hurt by his rejection, but what were they to do? It was finally agreed that all they could do was watch and closely observe. That night each of the ladies went to bed wrapped in warm thoughts as they remembered the night they had first met their own future intended. Matt would occasionally take Jackie to a dance or to the movie theater but it didn't really seem like dating to the lady's. It seemed more like two friends having a good time. Matt by this time was one handsome dude, as the saying goes. As tall as his father, but more slender. Same hair, same eyes, and same impish grin. He was a hot catch. Jackie had also done a lot of maturing. She was taller then her mother but she had her father's hair, eyes, and dimples. It was also evident that she had inherited Ann's large breasts and not Becky's. To put it mildly she was quite a package. At Matt's graduation Jackie congratulated him by throwing her arms around him and planting a smoldering kiss on his lips. Matt returned the kiss with a mind blowing, knees-to-jelly kiss of his own as he gathered Jackie into his arms. The lady's smiled and tightly held the hand of their neighbor as they now understood that a mutual love was blossoming once again before their eyes and this one seemed so right just as their own had been was. Once again the lady's went to bed with happy thoughts and fond memories. Jackie was now making her own plans to attend Western in the Computer Sciences Program just as Matt was doing. She was able to obtain several scholarships and so the lady's didn't have to cough up very much money to help her. In her Senior year at Western HS she too received a letter of acceptance from Western. This time it was Matt's turn to hug and kiss her, which brought four smiles from the lady's and at her graduation he publicly gave her the same scorching kiss he'd given her at his own graduation. It was by now evident to all that the two young people were truly and deeply in love with one another. It was glorious and it turned the hearts of the lady's to mush every time they saw them holding hands and hugging each other, but they knew that very shortly they were going to have to have a talk with what they now teasingly called "The Immortal Lovers," a phrase which brought a blush to Matt and a smiling giggle from Jackie. In short order his Grandmother Carol got him cornered: "Matt, we need to talk." There it was, the phrase that scares the hell out of the male of the species. Carol continued on, "Your a 20 year old man with all of the urges and appetites of a 20 year old. I'm going to ask you to promise me that you'll refrain from having intercourse with Jackie until after she graduates from Western." "But Grandma . ." he tried to interject. "I mean it. Condoms can leak and birth control pills can fail. Jackie should have the same chance to graduate as you have and if she gets pregnant her chance will be shot. So promise me Matt. There are other ways to pleasure each other." Reaching behind her she pulled out a book on sex which thoroughly covered the subject and handed it to him. Once again Carol demanded, "Matt, I want your promise." Seeing no way out of it and knowing his grandmother he finally capitulated. "I promise, no intercourse with Jackie until she graduates." This same conversation with only slight variations was being held between Jackie and her Grandmother Ann. She too received a copy of the book after having made the same promise of no intercourse until graduation. That evening the two lovers took a bike ride to the park. They found a nice grassy spot in the shade. Matt sat down with his back to the tree and put his arms around Jackie as she leaned against him. They talked about what their respective grandmothers had made them each promise. "On the face of it it seems as if everything is fair game except actual intercourse," Matt's statement opened the subject. "Have you read the book Grandma Carol gave you?" Queried Jackie. "Not yet. How about you?" Matt asked. "Haven't had time, but if we're going to keep our promises it would seem to be a good idea." Jackie replied. With that Matt leaned down and softly nibbled on Jackie's neck and slowly trailed his tongue across the back of her neck. In response she shivered and moved his hand up to her breast. As he gently squeezed the breast she moaned softly and turned slightly so she could taste his lips. They kissed a few more times but common sense prevailed and they grudgingly and regretfully got back on their bikes and slowly headed for home riding side by side holding hands. Over the next several years the lady's insisted that study was essential but the college experience was equally just as important. At the beginning of each year they would purchase two sets of season tickets to all of the performing arts and musical events put on at the Performing Arts Center and Concert Hall. Matt and Jackie were given direct orders to attend the events under threat of The Lady's Four tongue lashing them unmercifully if they didn't, a fate to be avoided at all costs. There was an altruistic reason besides the stated one: The lady's were exposing the two lovers to nonromantic settings to try to hold their growing ardor down somewhat. By putting them in this setting they were also exposing them to social intercourse with their peers which would help them in the future but it was also a way to avoid intimate situations. At the beginning of Matt's senior year a job fair was held on campus. Matt was astounded to learn that two video production companies were relocating to the town. The reputation of Western's Computer Sciences Program, the availability of trained personnel, ease of transportation, and certain tax breaks had convinced them to relocate. Matt was given a job interview which resulted in his being hired upon graduation at a good starting salary and lots of benefits to sweeten the pot. Matt brought home a couple of bottles of good wine that night and everyone had a fine time celebrating. When Jackie was into her senior year she was also interviewed and hired. Matt knew about the hiring several days before Jackie was to be informed. He invited the four lady's and Jackie to supper that night at a topnotch restaurant. The lady's were astounded to find themselves seated in a private room with the restaurant's finest setting and their own private chef and waiters. Matt had pulled a dirty stunt. He'd arranged with the company not to inform Jackie but to let him deliver the letter of job acceptance personally. At the conclusion of the meal Matt rose to make an announcement and to propose a toast. Rising, he placed the envelope in Jackie's hand and asked her to please read it aloud. When she read that she'd been hired pandemonium broke out and Matt couldn't pass up the opportunity to gather Jackie into his arms and plant a very sexy kiss on her lips. Under his breath he whispered, "Congratulations, sweetheart." Now that he had their attention he slowly got down on his knees in front of Jackie. Very softly he started to speak, "Jacquelyn Moffat we have grown up together, we have gone to school together and in each and every year my love for you has grown even as I've grown into manhood and watched you grow into a very beautiful and desirable woman. You are the keeper of my heart. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and marry me?" Having said this he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box. Opening it he held the box up to her to accept or reject. The ladies froze waiting for Jackie's response. Slowly she pulled Matt up to her, placed her arms around him, and looking into his eye's gave him her answer. "Matthew Olson, all the years we grew up you were my protector and that included being the keeper and protector of my heart. Now my darling I give you my heart, my mind, my soul, my body, joyfully and willingly. Yes I will be proud to be your wife." With that the Two "Immortal Lovers" sealed their acceptance with the longest, slowest and most erotic kiss that could be given in public without being arrested. The mothers and grandmothers greeted this by taking their knives and applauded by tapping the water glasses even as their other hand was diving into their collective purses to find a hanky. Matt placed the ring on the third finger of her left hand just as a camera flash lit up the room. What he'd failed to mention was that one of his work buddies had been induced to take pictures and had snuck into the room very quietly and waited for the appropriate moment. What he'd also failed to mention was that the Maitre d' had been in on it and now the waiters began to push carts into the room to clear the tables and to place the dessert and more wine and brandy by each of the occupants. All in all it was a fine night. The wedding plans were Jackie's to make. But she was wise enough to get her mother, Mandy, and the two grandmothers involved. Besides it was fun to go shopping with them as she bought her wedding finery and her trousseau. She did have to admit that they were a bunch of raunchy women when they chose to be and they quite often had her blushing with their comments and jokes. One evening, after a days shopping, they all went over to Becky's home ostensibly so that Jackie could bring her packages home. Becky put up the tea water as they gathered around the table in the kitchen. As the tea was poured Ann casually asked, "Have you and Matt been intimate with one another?" Flustered, Jackie responded, "If you mean have we had intercourse, of course not, we both promised you and Grandma Carol we wouldn't until graduation." With that Becky commented, "I know something has been going on because I occasionally find damp spots on the sofa." With that statement Jackie turned beet red, but it got worse. Mandy cut in, "I've also found damp spots on my sofa and rug." Jackie wished she could die. The forgoing had been spoken without a smile nor a joke passing through the lips of the mothers and grandmothers. In point of fact they were stone-faced. Carol added her two-bits worth, "Honey it sounds as if you and Matt have doing some very naughty things." Ann chimed in, "Did you enjoy it?" Jackie thought that since she and Matt were busted she might as well 'fess up, "Very much." Other then the orgasms, what did you enjoy about sex with Matt?" Jackie finally began to get an inkling of where this was heading. "The intimacy, sharing, giving, bringing pleasure and receiving it, and just being with Matt." "Did you and Matt engage in oral stimulation?" Blushing again, Jackie admitted that they had. From Becky, "How did you learn to pleasure each other that way?" "From the books that Matt and I received from Grandma Carol and Grandma Ann." Ann asked the big question, "What else did the both of you learn?" Thinking for a moment she hesitatingly replied, " That communication is the most important part of a relationship, it is also the most important part of sex, and communication is not just words it is deeds and actions." Becky smiled and summed it up for her daughter, "It's called show and tell, honey, remember that and remember that it is a two way street, and you and Matt will do just fine." Time After Time Carol smilingly concluded the conversation, "You've saved yourself for Matt by keeping your promise, and you'll find out when you do finally have intercourse you'll have great orgasms, but most importantly you'll bond and meld into a oneness that is totally indescribable; it's called total love, baby." Two weeks after Jackie's graduation ceremonies from Western she and Matt were united in the bonds of Holy Matrimony at the Altar rail at Trinity Church. The fourth generation of Moffat and the fourth generation of Olson to do so. The difference? This was the first time in four generations that a Moffat married an Olson. To ensure that the Moffat name was not lost, Jackie was married as Mrs. Jacquelyn Moffat Olson. Following the reception the couple retraced the path that Nick and Mandy had taken on their honeymoon and arriving in San Francisco they checked into the same hotel that Nick and Mandy had stayed at so long ago. Unlike Nick and Mandy, Matt and Jackie knew each other's body very well. Not as well as they'd liked to have known them but promises had been made . . It had been frustrating the past four years. The greatest obstacle had been where and when? Becky's home was occupied by Becky. Mandie's home was occupied by Mandy. The drive in movies were no more and the park was out of the question. Motels were out as well as that would make their love making seem like a cheap and tawdry affair. Yes places to meet were rare indeed. The two of them always had the feeling that at least one of the Lady's Four was peering over their shoulders (Big Sister was watching?). But once in awhile they got lucky as the four ladies would go out somewhere and the two "Immortal Lovers" would finally get a break for a few hours. Those few hours allowed them to put into practice what they'd learned reading the books presented to them by their respective grandmas, except for actual intercourse of course. Today was graduation day! They were going to be able to make love in a real bed and to "go all the way" as Grandma Ann had so quaintly put it. Each of the newlyweds did want this day to be special and each had planned to surprise and delight their respective lover. Jackie picked up a bag and headed for the bathroom to freshen up and relax in a soothing bath. She'd no more then shut the door when there was a rap on the door. Matt opened the door to let the waiter push his cart into the room. Unbeknownst to Jackie, under the pretense of going to the restroom, Matt had placed an order from room service. The cart contained wine, brandy, a bowl of chilled fruit, chocolates (something he'd once overheard his mother talk to Becky about) and several cans of assorted fruit juices. He thanked the waiter and quickly pushed the cart into the closet. Once that was taken care of he stripped and began to clean himself thoroughly at the sink. His ablutions being completed he donned a pair of what he hoped were sexy briefs. He'd fought over this and finally decided to wear them as women seem to like a mystery and it would give Jackie something to work at removing. Finally he donned a lightweight knee length robe and gathering the towels off the sink, spread them on the bed. This as a result of the conversation the lady's had had with Jackie about spots on the sofas and rug. Finally he lay down and waited. In the meantime, Jackie had quickly showered (She hated to soak in dirty bath water), filled the bath with hot water and lavender scented bubble bath powder and climbed in to soak. She closed her eyes in sensuous pleasure and let her mind drift. Her first thought was that very shortly the man she had adored for many years was going to remove that pesky hymen and she would then be forever bound to him. Next she thought about the possibility of pain. She and Matt had talked about it and he'd promised that he would be as gentle as he could possibly be. Lastly she considered the words of her grandma about the climax when his penis was totally engulfed and the oneness of the act, the total love. She didn't understand that part because it seemed impossible that the feelings she felt when Matt brought her to a climax with his hands, lips, and tongue could be surpassed. It's time she thought. Rising she grabbed the towel and dried herself thoroughly. Reaching into her bag she pulled out her bra. Frankly she'd never considered her breasts to be her best attribute. Because of their size and weight she'd always considered them to be rather saggy and not sexy at all, yet Matt couldn't leave them alone. He was forever holding, lifting, and squeezing them. The nipples had their own problems as they seemed too big and stuck out too far when she became aroused, but he'd go nuts when he got his hands and mouth on them . . go figure. She did have to admit that her breasts and nipples were extremely sensitive; so much so that they'd learned that she could have an orgasm through breast stimulation alone. Tucking her breasts into the cups she looked in the mirror. The bra was not designed to "lift and separate." It was built for the express purpose of pushing the breasts together to create a long deep cleavage which she knew would drive Matt crazy with desire. Next she pulled on a garter belt. Matt had talked about an "X" rated movie he'd once seen (At which point she accused him of being a dirty old reprobate). In the movie the lady of the night was dressed in nylon stockings and a garter belt. At some point in their frolicking the actress told the "hero," once you feel these nylons wrapped around your waist you'll never again be satisfied with bare skin." Then she donned a pair of panties sheer enough to suggest she had a pussy but not sheer enough to prove it. Finally she put on her negligee and stepped into a set of shoes with four inch heels. Personally she hated the damn things but they did make her hips sway in a very suggestive manner. If the term shock and awe was around before Iraq it would have explained Matt's look and feelings as he watched his bride make her entrance. His life long friend, his lover, and wife was absolutely astounding. The way her hips swayed with each step, the way her breasts wobbled in her bra were apparent even though her body was wrapped in a soft green cloud that only hinted at the body it protected. Rising from the bed, Matt felt his little head start to react to the visual feast she was offering him. He smiled as his eyes took in her matching nylon stockings, the garter belt, and the high-heeled pumps. "She remembered my dream, and she wants to fulfill it," Ran through his mind. Every ounce of his being wanted to rush over to her, pick her up and throw her on the bed, but it was her show and it pleased him to watch, even as it gave her pleasure to present him with this seductive vision. When she at last stood in front of him she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and with a lustful smile asked, "See anything you like lover?" Even as she spoke she pulled his face down to hers and planted a kiss so hot, so erotic that every kiss prior to it paled in comparison. Putting his arms around her waist he gently pulled her so tightly to him that she had to be aware of his erect penis as it pressed into her stomach. Looking down at his beautiful bride he replied with a whispered croak. "Sweetheart, I don't see anything I don't like, no make that love." With that he planted his lips on hers and returned the kiss with all the ardor he was capable of. It was sufficient as she felt her knees become so weak she almost sank to the floor. The thought ran through her mind, "he's always been a great kisser and he definitely knows how to ring my chimes with those lips." The preparations, the seductive walk into the room, and all of the romantic thoughts that had gone through her mind all day had definitely made her horny because she was beginning to feel a damp spot on her panties. Without another word she undid the belt that held his robe closed, slid it off of him and dropped it on the floor. It surprised her but only slightly that he was wearing a sexy pair of briefs. "He wants to tease me and make me work for my prize. It's just like him." she thought as she sank to her knees, taking his briefs down to his knees with her, and with a final yank dropping them down around his ankles. Gently taking his hard erect penis in her hand she resisted the urge to put it in her mouth and suck it until he climaxed. That cum was going only one place tonight and that was as deep in her pussy as she could get it. Regretfully she gave it a kiss and rising she placed her hands slightly out from her sides as an invitation to Matt to get her naked NOW. Matt instinctively knew exactly what she was demanding and he was horny enough to be totally in agreement with it. Untying her negligee he slid it off her shoulders and allowed it to slide to the rug. With his left hand he began to slide her panties down while with his right he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She could never quite figure out where he'd learned that trick and no amount of pleading and teasing had made him reveal that secret. Hunching her shoulders forward the bra slid from her breasts allowing them to drop to their normal placement as Matt continued to pull her panties down. The scent of her arousal and the dampness of the panty crotch didn't escape him. With her panties around her ankles he reached around her to cup her lovely ass cheeks and pulled her pussy to his lips. He knew her pussy was weeping, but weeping didn't began to describe it was soaked and her outer lips were swollen and open allowing the inner lips to protrude. Pulling her to him he kissed the lips and with his tongue and licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy making sure the clitoris got its fair share of the action. The licking and his hands clutching her ass cheeks made her body involuntarily shudder. She could wait no longer. She reached down to pull him up. As he rose his hands left a trail of caresses up her body. Finally standing, his hands came up under her bra to cup, lift, and squeeze her breasts even as his thumbs strummed her nipples into full erection. Their lips tried to crush each other as their tongues began to wage war. She found her breathing getting shorter and she had to gulp the air into her lungs. It seemed like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. When Matt started to squeeze her breasts and rub her nipples it was all she needed to put her on a collision coarse with an orgasm. As she started to slide back towards the bed she pulled Matt with her. Matt came willingly but now that he had her breasts in his hands he wasn't about to let go. As she fell back on the bed she scooted back until she was fully on it and a thought ran through her mind, "Damn the Hymen, full speed ahead." How do you giggle when you're moaning? Jackie was about to find out that she was truly her mother's daughter; Becky is a screamer and a smut mouth while in the throes of sexual excitement. Jackie was about to learn that she could match and beat her mother in those two departments two times out of three. Jackie reached down to capture Matt's penis to pull it up to her eager wet and waiting pussy and she wasn't gentle about it. Matt slid up her body eagerly. He also slid up her body to keep her from ripping it off. When she felt the head of his penis touch her pussy she screamed at him, "Get that damn thing in me now." As he complied she wrapped her legs around his waist to give him greater access. The head began its travels up her love canal. At any second he expected to meet the resistance that was her hymen. It wasn't until his pubic bone rested against hers that he realized there had been none. Jackie realized the same thing at the same time and the eyes she'd closed in anticipation of the pain snapped open. They looked at each other in wonderment and surprise, Because Matt knew Jackie, it never entered his mind that she'd been "dogging the watch" on him. They both assumed that she'd lost it during some sports activity or while bike riding. The relief on the part of the two of them was apparent and now they could really do what they'd both wanted to do for so long. Lovingly Jackie looked in Matt's eyes and screamed "Fuck me to death you son-of-a- bitch." To impress this more fully on her loving husband she began to smack his ass with her heels to get him going. It wasn't pretty and it wasn't love. It was fucking It was filling a need too long denied. Matt began squeezing and mashing her breasts even as he pulled and twisted her nipples. He pulled out and plunged completely back in. The first couple strokes had her screaming and the words that came out of her mouth would've make a sailor blush. Her fingernails raked his back even as she beat his ass cheeks with her heels. Each thrust by Matt pushed her closer to an orgasm. Finally she could take no more as her body shuddered in release. Matt however was not through. He didn't stop, didn't even slow down. Relentlessly he fucked her and to her surprise she found her body responding even as she had had her release (or so she thought). Her screaming and swearing resumed at a greater level as he moved her to a level of sexual intensity she would never have dreamed of. Finally Matt finally knew he was through as he felt his penis begin to twitch and pulse in release. Matt knew it was going to happen so he plunged as deeply into her as he could go just as he erupted into a truly great cum. The feeling of his cum splashing against every inch of her including some that found its way into her cervix began her release The feeling of that sperm splashing so deeply inside her brought her to her greatest climax ever. She screamed and began a long series of shuddering climaxes, pulling Matt tightly to her and locking her legs around his waist even as her body stiffened and her Pussy tried to choke Matt's penis to death. If a video had been made of Becky in the throes of an orgasm and Jackie in her orgasm they would have been twin images. Yes, she was truly her mother's daughter. As Matt tried to pull out and move off her she hugged him more closely to her and held him as tightly to her as she could. she'd waited too long to let this slip away so easily. Finally Their bodies returned to normal and she allowed Matt to move off of her. They lay side by side luxuriating in their sexual release. The two lovers began to kiss and pet, but it was now time for Matt to spring his surprise. What they had just done was needed, but now he was going to seduce his bride. Without saying a word Matt got up, with Jackie protesting, moved to the closet and pulled out the cart of goodies. Jackie could only wonder when the cart had been put in the closet and how. Matt opened one of the wine bottles and filled two glasses. With his back to her he picked up a chocolate just as he'd heard Mandy describe. Sitting down he handed Jackie her glass and just as Nick and Mandy had done he started to offer her a sip. As Jackie opened her lips he placed the chocolate between her lips and pushed it into her mouth. Only then did he let her lips taste the wine. Just as Mandy had done she mashed the chocolate to taste wine, chocolate, and cherry. Next he opened a can of fruit juice and offered her a sip. The cold juice was welcome, and what occurred next was even more welcome. Matt gently pushed her back on the bed. Slowly he poured a few drops of juice on a nipple. The coldness surprised her, but it was immediately replaced by warm lips and a warmer tongue licking the juice off of her nipple. In Jackie's mind came the thought. " God the difference between cold and warm was erotic." Her nipple began to harden. Matt repeated this with her other nipple and it also hardened. Moving down her body he filled her navel and began to drink from it. At first it tickled but after a few seconds it became a very pleasant occurrence. Bypassing her pussy he moved down her body, repeating the process at each erogenous spot he'd learned about over the years including her toes. When he'd completed sucking and licking her toes he turned her over on her stomach. By now Jackie had the beginnings of a sexual buzz. Matt continued on up her body to the ankles, back of her knees, and up to the cheeks of her ass. There it got to be interesting as Jackie began to breath heavily. When he arrived at the dimples in her lower back she was almost purring. When he got through with her neck and earlobes she knew this was going to be a good one. Once again Matt started down her body, from her neck to her breasts and the still stiff nipples. When he arrived at the juncture of her thighs he spread her legs. "No," Thought Jackie, "Surely he's not . ." Too late, he already had. Matt threw her legs over his shoulders, spread her outer lips, and poured some juice in that delectable slit. Setting the juice can aside he began to make love to every part of her pussy and made sure that her clit got its fair share of oral and manual loving. Before long Jackie was a sexual wreck. She was demanding that Matt fuck her and he wouldn't. He merely carried on his oral and manual lovemaking. Pushing his fingers into her pussy while he gently sucked her clitoris. After a few more minutes she began to plead with Matt to fuck her. To which Matt replied, "What do you want me to do?" Her answer was that she needed to be fucked. Again he asked, "What do you want me to do?" She immediately understood. "Matt, I want you to make love to me, please?" Jackie had just learned two things. First there was fucking and there was loving. Their first sexual episode was fucking. This one would be loving. Secondly, Matt would fuck her when they mutually agreed upon it, but he would also make love to her when it was also mutually agreed upon. He would never deny her, but they had to mutually agree on where they were headed. Matt lay down on his back, placed a pillow under his head, and invited the love of his life to climb aboard and direct traffic. Jackie immediately climbed aboard, Stuffed Matt's very stiff and very hard penis into her pussy and began to ride him to orgasm. Watching him lay there as she rode up and down, back and forth, round and round, something changed; When they had screwed before, in her mind it had been about her needs, her wants, and her desires. Yes when they had sex before the wedding she'd tried to please him but only as much as he pleased her. Now she wanted to pleasure him so much that they would be forever united in their mutual love and need. She leaned forward so that her breasts dangled before him in all their glory. Lifting his head up and holding it she pushed a breast to his mouth and begged him to suck the nipple as if he were her baby getting his feeding of milk. Matt is a breast freak and he could not deny what he truly loved to do. He sucked as if he was a baby drawing his nourishment. Now Jackie's movements were not for her, They were for them. When she felt her climax approaching she looked at Matt to make sure that he was also ready. Once again they climaxed together but there was a huge difference this time. The first orgasms had been intense and mind blowing. But when she and Matt came together this time it was an experience she couldn't describe because it was so sweet. If she was asked she couldn't explain why the tears flowed down her cheeks. As they mutually climaxed she knew in her heart and soul that Matt had given her his gift and she was now pregnant with his baby. Jackie now understood what Carol and Ann had tried to tell her so long ago. When it's right, there is a oneness, a uniting of body and soul that she would know and understand, and which would forever unite the lovers, and as the Bible says they will each cleave one unto the other. Time After Time When the honeymoon ended Jackie was gloriously pregnant. Following the birth of their first son, Andrew Moffat Olson, and after much discussion with his bosses, the company found a way to employ Jackie at home so that she could be a stay at home mother. Altogether she and Matt had two sons and two daughters. At that point they decided that was enough. The oldest son and daughter were baptized with the middle name of Moffat. At the first birthday party for the youngest and the last of the Olson children, Jacob Andrew Olson, Carol and Ann as the family matriarchs rose to address the assembled family: Carol began, "Over a quarter century ago these two families lives lay in shambles with the deaths of Jake, Andy, Nick, and Jack in that horrible storm, leaving four families in disarray and despair. . . " Ann picked it up, "The men were all loved and loving and they are missed and will always be missed, even as they are always in our thoughts. . ." Carol carried on, "At the lowest point in all of our lives Mandy and Becky picked up the shattered pieces and put them back together . . ." Ann finished their spoken thoughts with, "Now we are all gathered together in grateful thanks for these renewed families in the persons of the children born to Matt and Jackie. Carol and I are old and our time is short, but the day we close our eyes for the final time we will go in peace knowing that the two families are still alive and well. Thank you Mandy. Thank you Becky and special thanks to you Matt and Jackie; to watch you grow up, fall in love, marry, and produce these wonderful children has been our greatest joy. " I said at the beginning when it all goes wrong it would be those left behind who would have to pick up the pieces. It would appear that they did a fine job of it. Epilogue: I've been informed that on New Years Eve following Jacob Andrew's first birthday at one of the towns finest night clubs a table was reserved for the Moffat and Olson clans. At the table that evening were all of the Lady's Four dressed in their finest. Included in the party were Jackie and Matt also dressed to the nines. They were all out celebrating the end of a good year and hopefully the beginning of an even better one. That would not be unusual or noteworthy but what was noteworthy was the fact that next to each of the lady's was a gentleman of appropriate age dressed in his tuxedo. I was further informed that each of the lady's spent the evening dancing, giggling, laughing, and flirting like a bunch of teenage school girls. I wonder what that was all about and where it's headed? Comments are always welcome. sign me A Horny 'ol Sailor 30- Time After Time I'm looking at the woman who just walked into my quarters, and for a moment, I just don't know what to say. She looks familiar in a way that nobody I've ever seen before looks familiar, and I find myself wondering if I've got a long-lost sister or something. Because she looks...she's older than me, maybe five years older, but other than that, I swear I see that face every day in the mirror. Her hair is black like mine is, her eyes the same color brown. Her hair is longer, though, and she wears it differently. She dresses...I could never dress like that. Her skirt is too short, exposing too much light brown skin...if I wore that, I'd lose what little respect I have around here. I also couldn't wear that tight white T-shirt. She's not even wearing a bra. I open my mouth to ask who she is, how she got in here, but all that comes out is air. It's the weirdest feeling in the world, looking at her. She's smiling, too, like she knows something I don't...no. Like she knows me, but I don't know her. "Hello, Rose," she says. Her voice is familiar, too. "You and I need to talk. About your future." The way she says 'future' snaps it all into place. Or it would, if that wasn't totally impossible. But as soon as the thought pops into my mind, it's the only explanation that makes sense, and I blurt it out before I can stop myself. "You're...you're me, aren't you?" "Right." She doesn't express surprise at my having figured it out, but I suppose she wouldn't. She's already had this conversation a few years ago. She knows what I'm going to say, because she already said it. I try not to think too hard about that, it hurts my brain. "Doctor Richmond's machine? It really works?" I try not to notice that her...my...her nipples get harder when I say Doctor Richmond's name. "Oh, yes. It works. It will work, five years from now. He doesn't know it, though. Not yet. He's finished the final calculations, and he'll be making his first test tomorrow. But I already know it works, because when I was you, I got a visit from me telling me so. So I snuck in tonight to use it to travel back in time to talk to you." I stood up and looked at her. Me. Her. Me, five years from now. When do I start dressing like that? I wondered."About what?" "Your future. You have to know what's going to happen to you--what has happened to me--over those five years. It's vitally important." She gives me a smug look. I feel myself getting irritated, and suddenly all those fights in planning sessions make a lot more sense. You'd think a psychodynamics expert would be better at not having facial expressions that make her look like a royal bitch, but I guess I must not have noticed until now. "So what's going to happen to me in five years that's so important?" "You're going to become Doctor Richmond's sex slave." I want to laugh, but I see the way her body language reacts to just saying the name 'Doctor Richmond', and I realize she's totally serious. It's almost worse, because she must know that I believe her. She doesn't follow the statement up with anything to try to back up her case, or persuade me. She just stands there and lets the information sink in. "So that's why you..." I'm sticking with 'you', now. This woman is not me. "...why you're dressed like that?" "Yes. Doctor Richmond likes it when I dress like a slut. He finds it sexually arousing, and I know what he finds arousing and pleasing, and I have to do it. I'm compelled. I'm not even wearing any panties, see?" She lifts up her skirt for a moment, and I've never felt more embarrassed to see my own pussy. "Jesus," I say angrily. "Jesus fucking fuck, that sonovabitch. Goddamn." I see my future self just waiting patiently for my rant to end, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm just getting started. "Oh, I knew that son of a motherfucker was giving me the eye, knew he was thinking about having his own little Asian harem girl, but...fuck him! Fuck....fucky fuck fuck!" "We do. Or I do, and you will. Every night. I know exactly what to do to get him sexually excited. He was very sexually inexperienced before I came to his quarters, you know. The first few nights, he ejaculated as soon as I touched his penis. But I didn't mind. Pleasing him pleases me. When he comes, I come." "Stop that!" I shouted. "Stop telling me that shit!" She's still not reacting. I'm not getting anything out of her. She's just waiting. "God-fucking dammit!" I take a deep breath. I'm supposed to be an expert on psychology, I tell myself. I am not about to give in to my temper. "FUCK!" My future self is still just standing there, still waiting. Maybe she's waiting for me to ask why she's here. "You came back in time. To warn me. You've been..." Son of a fuck, I hate this. "You've been fucking the bastard while he worked on his time machine, you have to know. Can I change the future. Prevent me from becoming you?" I'm rambling now, and intellectually I can realize that panic is starting to set in, but I feel that rat-scrabbling voice in the back of my mind and I can't help but fire off the questions. "When did it happen? How did he do it? I know that everyone is studying crazy-shit science fiction crap at the Institute, but how the fuck did he turn me into...into you?" I'm insulting my own future self, but I don't even care. She doesn't care either. She's still just waiting for me to calm down. "You walk into his quarters tomorrow morning at 0800 hours, Rose, strip completely naked, kneel down in front of him, and offer him your total servitude for life. He doesn't do anything to you--he's totally shocked by the whole thing. It takes you an hour just to convince him you're not joking, and the better part of a day to accept your offer." Wait a second. "No," I say. "No. That's bullshit. He's got to do something to me. I wouldn't just do that. He's probably in there right now, working on--" I brush past my future self, and as I do, I feel something hit me hard at the base of the neck. It's not quite enough to knock me out, but I feel everything go all dark and fuzzy as I hit the ground. My future self grabs me by the ankles. I realize what she was waiting for, now, but it's too late. She knew I was going to turn my back to her. And she was ready. ***** She starts talking to me even before I fully regain consciousness, and I recognize that I'm psychologically vulnerable in this semi-conscious state. Most of her words slip in and out of my mind, but I know that I'm hearing them all, even as I only recognize fragments. "...good sluts obey..." "...love being a slut..." "...need Doctor Richmond's cock..." I shake my head, trying to clear it. This is bad, this is very very bad. She stops programming my mind as soon as I'm totally awake, because she knows exactly when that is. I can't even fake unconsciousness. I'm on my own bed, tied down spread-eagled with the spare bedsheets. I'm naked, and I...she, I mean, my future self, she's also naked, lying on top of me. I can feel her fingers on me. Her pussy is warm and wet against my thigh. Oh, god, is this turning her on? "Yes," she says. "It is turning me on. I've waited five years for this, Rose. Ever since the night I became a slave, I've been waiting for the moment when I could come back and show you exactly why I did it. Because I know you're wondering." And she really does know that. She's better than a mind-reader. She knows everything I'm thinking because she thought it already. "I did it because it's perfect. It's just perfect, being a sex slave, Rose. It feels so fucking good, like an all-day, all-night orgasm." I don't care, I think. It's still degrading, it's not worth losing-- "--losing the right to constantly have your scientific discipline mocked and ridiculed by a bunch of overgrown boys who secretly want to fuck you? Talk about degrading, Rose. You and I both know..." She's laughing. "...well, we would. We both know that you're never going to get any respect around here. Or funding. At least Doctor Richmond really loves you." I feel her pussy juices oozing out onto my thigh when she mentions his name. I wriggle against the bonds. "They're not going to give, Rose." She flicks my nipples lightly as she speaks. "They didn't give for me, so they won't give for you." "I can fight this!" I shout. "I'm not going to become you!" I pull at the sheets, just trying to pull one hand free. If I can work one hand free, then I'm not the same person who will become her, and I won't become a sex slave, and I won't come back in time, and I won't enslave me, time and time again... "Oh, but you will, Rose." I can feel her hand on my pussy. "I'm the living proof." "No no no no no..." My hand's not coming free. Her hand's not moving away. It's just rubbing, gently. She's had a lifetime of masturbation to know exactly what turns me on. "Yes, Rose. Just think about it." I try, but her other hand is all over my tits now, finding all the places to get me turned on. "If you could fight it, you wouldn't have become me. And if you didn't become me, I wouldn't have come back here. But I did. So you must surrender. You will surrender." "No." I whisper it now. "It can't work that way, you can't just make someone a sex slave in one night." "You can, Rose." I spasm in pleasure as she talks. She's hitting all my erogenous zones, even ones I must not find out about until tonight, when she uses them on me. "You're an expert in psychodynamics, right? You know that your studies are all about changing the way people think, and you know that pleasure-conditioning is one of the most effective ways of changing thought patterns there is." I can't help myself, I let out a moan. Her hands are all over me, and I never thought I could make myself feel so good. "That's what makes this work so well, Rose. It works because you know it can work." "...i...uhh!" I hear the little whimper in my voice, and I know so does she. I crane my head over, look at my alarm clock. 19:58, it says. "Twelve hours," I say, panting. I hate myself for panting. I hate her for loving it when I pant. "I just need, ohh, need to hold on for..." Her finger just slides a little of the way into my asshole, just enough so I feel it, and I gasp as she wiggles it just a little. "Twelve hours." "Twelve hours?" She laughs at me, and gently nips at my breast. "You won't even last twelve minutes. In fact, Rose," she says, leaning in close and licking my throat, "you won't even last two. By the time that clock ticks to 20:00, you'll be a whimpering mess of desire, a wanton slut ready for programming. I know it because I watched it happen, and you know it because I know it, and I know it because it happened, and you know it because I told you it happened and everything I tell you is going to happen, happens." My eyes are fixed on the clock, and I almost know that she's using it as a hypnotic focus for an induction, but my brains are leaking out of my pussy right now and I just need to come so badly that I can't really think about it. "It's OK, Rose," she says. "You're going to be very happy soon. That's why I came back, I couldn't bear the thought of not being this happy. I'm your future self, I know better than you, I'm wiser and more experienced and if you just give in to me and let me program you, I can make you happy too. So happy, Rose. So very, very very happy." "...so...uhh...happy..." I hear the vague, distant quality in my voice, and I try to panic, because at least that'll keep me fighting, but it's all getting washed under in a haze of arousal, and I just want to listen to her, because it feels so good when I listen to her. She knows exactly when I'm getting more receptive and open to programming and she gives me more pleasure the more mindlessly obedient I get, and even though I know that, I can't stop it from happening as the clock hits 19:59. "One more minute, Rose, one more minute to total, mindless obedience. It'll feel so good not having to think, Rose, won't it? Just to feel, to feel pleasure and listen to my voice?" "...i..." I can feel my mind going. I'm going to be a sex slave, I just know it, right now, the certainty drops into my head and maybe it won't be so bad, it must not be so bad or I wouldn't be doing it to me. I can feel my willpower just melting under those fingers. It's all fading away into a haze of lust and pleasure and obedience... "Watch the clock, Rose." She's flicking my nipples, it's all I can think about, her voice isn't even hitting my conscious mind, it's just going straight down into my subconscious and programming me and I suddenly want that and it even feels good to know I only want it because she's programming me to want to be programmed, and... The clock hits 20:00. After that, my memories sleep within my mind. I only remember pleasure, endless mind-fucking brainwashing pleasure that turns me into a good slut, a good sex slave for Doctor Richmond. I don't consciously remember anything she tells me. But I know that in five years' time, those memories will reawaken. When Doctor Richmond perfects his time machine, I will remember everything that I have been commanded to forget. I will use the time machine to travel back to this day, and program my own past self to become an obedient sex slave. I can't wait. THE END