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Leave Me

By: MTL17



Author's note:

This story is a sequel to Hate Me. 

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As usual Alex was filled with a mixture of emotions as she approached Nikita's HQ, but most notably fear and excitement. Fear that she would find the woman she loved dead or worse that she would lead their enemies to them and live just long enough to see Nikita die. But Alex was constantly haunted by those thoughts and while they got stronger whenever she was about to see Nikita again they were overwhelmed by her feelings of joy at once again seeing the older woman who was her everything.

Her heart pounded ever faster in her chest the closer she got and then it skipped a beat upon seeing Nikita alive and well. However no sooner had a relieved smile crossed Alex's face her training kicked in forcing her to analyse her surroundings. It was then that Alex noticed the totalled computer. Other things seemed in disarray but on further inspection of the room, and Nikita, it was only the computer screen and hard drive which was riddled with bullets.

"What happened to the computer?" Alex asked.

"Michael. He and I had a heated discussion." Nikita said, a tiny smirk briefly crossing her face as she approached the younger girl, "It ended with a trip to Russia to help him settle an old score. That's where I've been the last couple of days."

"With him?" Alex found herself blurting out, hating how blatantly jealous she sounded.

"Yes." Nikita said softly, not missing Alex's tone, "And in case you're wondering, nothing happened. He has feelings for me, he always has, and maybe in another life I might have explored that, but I made it clear to him there was someone else."

"Oh." Alex mumbled, happiness overwhelming her for a second before she asked, "Is that going to be a problem?"

"I doubt it." Nikita said dryly, "We found out that Percy was the one that arranged to have his family killed so he's agreed to help us take the bastard down."

"That's great." Alex said, before quickly clarifying, "Not about what Percy did, that's horrible, but if this means there'll be two of us on the inside-"

"No!" Nikita almost yelled before calming herself, "Michael has almost unlimited access to Division. With him on our side there is no reason for you to go back."

Alex just stared at Nikita for a moment and then asked, "So what do you want me to do?"

Nikita moved so she was standing right in front of Alex, "First we need to remove your tracker. Like I said, I know a guy who can do it, and give you a new identity-"

"I don't want a new identity." Alex snapped angrily, "I don't want to run. I won't. I won't leave you!"

"I don't want you to leave!" Nikita snapped back, somewhat softening her tone as she added, "I want you to stay. I want you to stay here with me, and I want to make this place nuclear bomb proof and lock it down so tight no one could ever get to you. But the truth is as long as Division is around it doesn't matter what I do your life will be in danger. So me and Michael are going to finish this. Finish them once and for all. And I want you by my side for that, but I need you to understand... if you stay I can't guarantee your safety."

"I don't care." Alex snapped again, albeit without a hint of anger this time, "I'm staying."

Nikita half smiled, "I hoped you'd say that."

Alex cautiously stepped forward, "Were you really expecting me to say anything else?"

Again Nikita softly smiled, "You should know by now I always expect the worst, but-"

"Prepare for every potential outcome, I know." Alex said, stepping into Nikita's personal space, "I just don't see how you could ever think me leaving you was a possible outcome."

"It should be. You should leave me. You should hate me. You should-" Nikita snapped, and then when her lover gave her a look she sighed, took Alex into her arms and said, "And I know, I know you don't care how I think you should feel, but honestly Alex I don't deserve you. And for all my careful planning I didn't see this coming. I didn't see falling in love with you as a possible outcome and now I can't sleep, I can't eat... I can barely function because I'm worried they'll take you away from me the way they took Daniel. And I loved him, but not as much as I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. So please Alex, leave Division. Please leave Division so I can keep you safe. Please... stay with me."

What was possibly the most genuinely happy smile she'd ever had crossed Alex's face as she replied, "With you, is the only place I've ever wanted to be."

Smiling with the same obvious happiness as her protégé Nikita stroked Alex's hair and whispered, "That's good. So good. But we still need to remove your tracker. After you called I contacted my guy but he can't do it until tonight. In the meantime... I'm open to suggestions..."

Alex was a little taken aback by that last comment, particularly the tone of it. Back before they were sharing a bed Nikita had been strictly business with her for the most part, and when they had become lovers Nikita had grown cold as ice. It had been worse during sex, Nikita treating Alex like trash in a misguided attempt to stop the younger girl from falling in love with her. So it was kind of jarring for Nikita to be playfully flirting with her, albeit a little cautiously, the deadly assassin looking a little worried as Alex hesitated to reply.

Refocusing on what was important Alex softly smiled and said, "I could think of a few things."

Then she lent in to kiss Nikita which led to another pleasant surprise for Alex. Namely Nikita leaning in at the same time and with the same slow pace resulting in a kiss which was more reminiscent of strangers than long time lovers. Once their lips met there was still the passion of two people who had thoroughly explored each other's bodies but there was still a cautiousness more associated with a first time kiss and a gentleness Alex had never received before. It was breath-taking. Not that kissing Nikita wasn't always breath-taking because it was, this was just... different. Wonderfully different.

It was different because Nikita wasn't kissing Alex like she was her lover, but like she was in love with her. Of course Nikita had been in love with Alex for a while but she was now embracing those feelings instead of fighting them. Embracing her passion for the young girl, Nikita trying to tell Alex she loved her through the kiss. Which admittedly she had done right after finally telling Alex how she felt, but a hello kiss is different to one given in the middle of sex. Or right after it. Or a reluctant goodbye.

For the most part Nikita enjoyed gently kissing Alex. It brought back a few bittersweet memories of former lovers but fortunately it was difficult to concentrate on anything that wasn't this girl in her arms. The only other thing that was really on Nikita's mind was guiding the younger spy to the bed and stripping them both of their clothes, something she took a great deal of time and care in doing. Nikita used that same amount of care to lower Alex on the bed before gently pushing her into the centre of it and then getting on top of her.

After that Nikita just concentrated on kissing her young lover, just enjoying what felt like a perfect moment for who knows how long until eventually she broke away from her protégé, looked into her eyes and whispered, "Alex... the way I've treated you, I'm so sorry."

"It's ok." Alex whispered breathlessly, "We've been through this. You don't have to be sorry about that, I loved every minute of it."

"I know, but..." Nikita hesitated briefly, then added, "But I wish our first time had been different. By then I was in love with you, I should have acted like it. I should have accepted it and told you how I felt. I should have shown you how I felt. I should have made love to you. I was just so scared. Of loving you, of admitting the truth... and I somehow deluded myself into believing as long as I kept telling you and myself you were nothing to me then if I ever lost you it wouldn't completely destroy me and leave me a useless wreck. I, I was a coward, and for that, I'm sorry. But I'm going to make it up to you. I promise. And I'm going to start by giving you the first time you deserve."

With that Nikita pressed her lips to Alex's again, this time pushing her tongue into her mouth right from the get go and using a tiny bit more force than before as an attempt to make her forget about the last thing she had said. It was something Nikita had considered bringing up more directly before chickening out, that being because she trusted the wrong people Alex's first time was a nightmare. Of all the many, many mistakes Nikita wishes she could go back and change that somehow, or at least change her own unforgivable behaviour, but alas she couldn't. All she could do right now was make love to this girl who she could no longer live without, Nikita determined to keep her promise of making it up to her protégé.

Breaking the kiss again Nikita whispered, "I love you."

Alex smiled softly, "I love you too."

Nikita returned the smile and briefly kissed Alex again before moving from her lips to her neck, the more experienced spy leaving a trail of gentle pecks in her wake before stopping a while to lick, suck and nibble at her lover's soft flesh. She repeated this process when she moved from Alex's neck to her tits, Nikita first kissing her way down the other woman's body until she could take one of Alex's nipples into her mouth and suck on it. And lick it, Nikita moving back and forth between those nipples and using a varied amount of force to worship each one. The biting was less frequent and less rough than usual, Nikita only using her teeth because she knew how much Alex loved it.

While Alex did love it she wasn't so much a fan of this gentle teasing. Of course Nikita had teased her in other ways before, and the older woman had trained her to withstand much harsher tortured than this so Alex kept her mouth shut and just tried to enjoy what was happening to her. Which in some ways was easy, given everything Nikita was doing felt good and it was blissful to have the goddess she loved gently making love to her. However even when Nikita moved lower she deliberately ignored the place Alex most wanted her, the deadly assassin instead concentrating on gently kissing her stomach, thighs and even all the way down her legs. Seemingly everywhere except Alex's needy pussy.

So by the time Nikita finally pressed her tongue against the bottom of her cunt Alex was nearly delirious with need, the young spy letting out a guttural cry of relief which quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as the wicked tongue travelled all the way up to her clit. Nikita kept her tongue on Alex's clit just long enough to make the brown haired girl's eyes roll back in her head before starting a steady rhythm, Alex whimpering as her mentor deliberately avoided her clit but more than made up for it with her skilled licking.

Again this was so different to what Alex was used too. Normally Nikita would go down on Alex until she had made the younger girl cum at least once, the older spy wrapping her upstairs lips around Alex's downstairs lips so she could suck the cum from her before tongue fucking her. When Nikita was stressed out and in need of an orgasm right from the get go she would shove Alex to her knees so the Russian girl could eat her pussy, after which Nikita had often return the favour using the same suck and fuck technique. She had only started by tongue fucking Alex a couple of times, most recently when Nikita had her pinned down underneath her on the training mats and the far more deadly assassin hadn't been able to resist turning it into an 69. However this, this was new.

Alex wasn't sure what to think of this new treatment at first. She was so used to instant gratification, or at least instant incredible pleasure, that all the gentle foreplay had been a little jarring. In some ways it was the same with the gentle pussy licking she was now receiving. It also felt increasingly frustrating not to get the overwhelming ecstasy she knew Nikita could so easily give her. However there was a new intensity Alex adored and when it was combined with the sensation of the soft cunt lapping it was more than enough to make the young brunette writhe joyfully on the bed.

Nikita was feeling a little lost so Alex's writhing and moaning was more than welcome. It always had been as Nikita got a primal thrill out of pleasing her lovers regardless of what they meant to her, or what she pretended they meant to her. However this was particularly welcome because while Nikita had fucked many, many women she had never made love to one before. Her attempt at the end of their last sex session didn't really count and Alex had needed to rush off in the morning so this was the first time Nikita had a chance to truly make love to this girl and she desperately wanted to do it right.

Luckily Nikita had a chance to do some research before Michael destroyed her computer, and she had occasionally ordered Alex to give her pussy a gentle licking, so she did have some idea of what she was doing. There was also definitely something to be said for instincts. However Nikita had never been this anxious and nervous to please a lover before and combine that with using an unfamiliar technique it was such a relief to receive positive, if unintelligible, feedback.

It also helped that Nikita was really, really enjoying herself. Licking Alex's pussy like this was so wonderfully intense and Nikita felt more connected to her young lover than ever, which was really saying something considering the past year or so. Best of all Nikita was really getting to savour the heavenly taste which was pure Alexandra Udinov. Sure, Nikita had known from the first time she buried her face in between Alex's legs that her protégé had a delicious little cunt, but she had always devoured it so ferociously she had somehow not truly appreciated how amazing it was.

Nikita was unsure how long she spent savouring that flavour. It could have easily been hours, Nikita not wanting to check but knowing she had to, and sadly not just because her plan demanded that at some point she replace her tongue with her fingers. So eventually Nikita did just that, for once taking the time to watch as she rubbed her index finger along Alex's pussy lips before slowly pushing it inside her younger lover and began fucking her with it. To have such a close-up view of her finger pumping Alex's pussy was enough to make Nikita want to stay in between the other brunette's thighs forever, yet the more mature spy forced herself to lift her head up and look at the clock.

Seeing she still had plenty of time Nikita slowly moved up Alex's body until they were face to face, the whole time finger fucking the younger woman at a slow and gentle pace. She then stared into her beautiful blue eyes for a while before whispering, "Alex..."

"What?" Alex gasped after a little while, hoping Nikita wasn't going to ask her to leave her again.

Nikita wasn't, but she was struggling to find the right words to say what she wanted to say, "I can't give you everything you deserve. I can't take you out to the movies or to dinner, but I can spoil you in other ways. I can buy you pretty things, or steal them, and I'll cook whatever you want... do whatever I can to make you happy. So... if this is what you really want... if I'm what you really want... I'm ok with labelling this now. I'm ok with labelling us."

Alex was stunned, and not just by Nikita nervous for once but because of what her older lover seemed to be saying, "You mean like... labelling us the G word."

"Yes." Nikita smiled softly, "We could die at any moment, and... and I'm done holding back because of it. So, if it's really what you want, I'm all in."

Almost literally crying with joy Alex cupped Nikita's face and softly whispered, "You're the only thing I've ever truly wanted. The only thing. So, yeah... I'm all in too."

The two women exchanged a soft and extremely brief smile. Then a wicked grin crossed Nikita's beautiful face and Alex trembled in anticipation. Sure enough the young Division agent was soon trembling in pleasure as her beloved sensei picked up the pace of the finger fucking. At first it was only a little bit but it was more than enough to make Alex gasp joyfully. Then Nikita worked her way up until she was truly displaying the rhythm she was capable of, although this time while it was hard it was not quite rough, the experienced assassin once again showing off that she was a master of sex.

As Alex enjoyed the benefit of that she briefly took a moment to appreciate how unusual it was to talk about commitment during sex. Or at least she imagined it was. At least a meaningful conversation which pushed the relationship forward. Then again Alex's understanding of 'normal' was limited as it was something she could only study and never be. Nor was it something she truly wanted because what she had with Nikita was anything but normal and Alex loved it. So if anything it seemed appropriate to have an unconventional conversation about commitment, especially during sex which had defined their relationship for so long, and yet helped it change into what Alex had always wanted it to be.

Of course Alex thought this was it. All Nikita could manage for now. But she was wrong.

"Alexandra Udinov." Nikita huskily whispered, the older woman using a Russian accent which somehow made Alex's body tremble just as much as Nikita deliberately pausing to curl her fingers inside her, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Those earlier tears of joy which had threatened to fill her eyes were now streaming down Alex's face, the Russian girl literally weeping, "да! да да да! Yes! Oh God yes!"

"Then cum for me." Nikita demanded, as she began to slam her fingers in and out of Alex's cunt as fast as she could while staring into her lover's eyes, "Cum for me my girlfriend."

Hearing Nikita call her that, something she had wanted for so long, immediately sent Alex over the edge. Her body trembled, her pussy clenched down on those skilled fingers and she let out a sharp cry as she came, the whole time Nikita staring deep into her soul with a breath-taking intensity. Nikita kept her fingers still, allowing Alex to coat them with her cream. Then she smiled softly down at her protégé and began fucking her again, at first switching back to the gentle technique before gradually building Alex up to the point she was ready to cum again.

It was strange, Nikita had spent so long hating the way Alex looked at her because she didn't deserve it. Because it was wrong. Because it was a lie, Nikita truly believing that when Alex learned the truth about her involvement in her father's death the other girl would hate her. Yet here they were almost a week after Nikita had finally revealed the truth and Alex was looking at her with those big puppy dog eyes, wordlessly telling the deadly assassin she loved her in spite of everything.

Now that she had truly accepted Alex's love Nikita adored those big puppy dog eyes. Adored the way they showed total devotion to her, told her that Alex would never leave her, that she would always be hers. And they of course told Nikita of the tremendous pleasure Alex was now receiving from her touch, other parts of the younger spy's body telling Nikita the same thing. Specifically in the way Alex's face was awash with bliss and the way the other girl desperately clung to her as she rode out her orgasms.

Even when Nikita hadn't enjoyed the love she saw in Alex's eyes she had still stared into them when Alex came because it was perhaps the most intoxicating sight Nikita had ever seen. As she liked giving her lover's pleasure it was only natural she enjoyed staring into their eyes when they came, however there was something special about Alex. Perhaps it was because Alex had always been special to her, but there was just something about the way the Russian girl's eyes lit up when she came which drove Nikita wild.


Leave Me at the Altar Will You



Imagine loving someone enough to accept them treating you like shit all of the time. Having to put up with getting dumped if you get laid off, getting told that you had to give up all of your old friends and only see your love, being made to work long hours to support someone who just wants to spend your money and, to top it all off, watching her marry someone else without warning.

That was me during the 1980s. I could do nothing right. My girl, Michelle, kept me at a distance unless I had money to spend on her. Only later in life did I realize that she led me around like a puppy dog on a leash. The only thing she forgot was that puppy dogs had teeth.

I went into the Air Force for many reasons, actually joined in 1987 during the Reagan years. One of the main reasons I joined had nothing to do with seeing or serving my country, it had to do with supporting a family. Michelle's marriage lasted only 6 months and left her pregnant and back home. I was allowed to come and see her and the baby for a while and then trouble set in and I became persona non grata again for a while. Of course things settled down but Michelle decided that she needed to get away from Florida, where we were living so the family decided to pack up and move to Upstate New York.

Not having a job to start if I went up too left me feeling rather useless so I went to talk to a recruiter who got me the job I wanted. The deal was that I would get stationed as close to the area where Michelle's family was and after I got settled into the first base then Michelle and I would get married. All seemed going to plans until Michelle threw a monkey wrench into the plans. Oh she had lots of excuses but nothing made much sense. I was left to explain to my home church why the marriage had to be canceled two days before it was supposed to happen. It was then that I started to plot my revenge.

One of the nice things about being in the service is the GI Student Loan program. I was able to sign up for college and the GI Bill paid for everything while I was in the service without need for student loans. One of the classes I signed up for was Psychology because I knew that the theory of hypnosis was taught through the class. I spent most of my time studying hypnosis, doing papers and even giving class speeches, anything to get me more time for study. Because I gave a good storey to the instructor, she spent time teaching me more than the theory of hypnosis so by the time the semester was over I was pretty sure that hypnotizing someone wouldn't be a problem.

I had been given a new assignment soon after the failed marriage attempt that sent me from New Hampshire to South Korea. I was there for a year and it was there that I began my studies. I tweaked my skills by hypnotizing some of the female airmen around me and testing how far I could go with my subjects. I started out with women that I knew were attracted to me to build up my confidence but by the time I got out of the service two years later, I was able to hypnotize even the women that found me not to their liking. My first task to accomplish after getting out of the service was to ascertain where Michelle was living and if she were single still. That accomplished I packed my bags and moved near where Michelle was living. It was time to put my plans into action.

I met Michelle at work and invited her to stop by my place really quick. Of course she refused so I reached into my pocket and pulled out my new watch. It was one of those brass ones that hang from a chain and I had it polished to a shiny gleam. I knew that Michelle had a soft spot for shiny objects and would love to hold my watch or better yet, for me to give it to her. Instead I dangled the watch just out of her reach and told her that if she didn't try to grab the watch from me she could have it. I then moved the watch closer for her to see while keeping a close watch on her eyes. When I noticed that her eyes seemed to try to stare deeply into the watch as the light from the sun danced off of it I began my mantra in low tones.

"Keep your eyes on the watch, Michelle. It holds many secrets for those who can look deeply enough into the face. Just looking is making your feet feel more relaxed, isn't it? Can you feel the relaxation moving up your legs now?"

Michelle was slowly sinking into a low trance. Any noises louder than my voice right now would break the spell so I gave her a quiet suggestion.

"Michelle, when you hear me say 'terminal' then you will go into a trance and hear only my voice. When I say 'pivot' then you will awaken and not remember what we did or discussed while in your trance until I let you, nod your head if you understand."

At Michelle's nod I told her, "You will do everything I ask without hesitation because you trust me to keep you safe, nod your head if you agree." and she nodded again.

I next suggested that she call her mom and let her know that she is going to the mall with friends from work and then maybe catch a bite to eat. I listened as Michelle picked up her cell phone and did just that in a chipper voice.

"Michelle, you are going to get into your car and follow me to my new house. I am going to bring you out of your trance so you can drive safely but you will not be able to stop following me, nod if you agree." When she nodded I left her standing by her car while I walked over to get mine. When I was in the car and had driven it up to where she was, I leaned out the window and whispered "pivot' and she woke up and got into her car with a frown. I'd have to work on her attitude when I got the chance.

The drive to my house was uneventful. After we both were parked I said 'terminal" and walked her inside the house. I had her sit down and decided to deepen her trance some more.

"Michelle, I'm going to bring you out then put you back into a trance 5 times. Each time you go back under you will be more relaxed and each time I bring you out you will be happier to be with me. You will remember all of the times I was there for you and all of the things I did to make you happy. You will forget more and more of the problems that have been used against me to keep me away."

It was my intention to make her more willing for what was to come but it turned out to have a farther reaching effect on her but I didn't know it at the time. I went through the trance deepening method over the next 5 minutes and then left her in the deepest trance ever.

"Michelle I am going to ask you some questions and you will answer honestly. Is that okay?"

"Yes" she replied.

"Okay Michelle, here we go. Have you ever sucked a man's dick?"

"Andy made me do it once but I didn't like it and I threatened to bite his thing off if he got it near my mouth again."

Andy was her ex-husband and he had been a real bastard. I believe he probably messed her up so much that she was afraid of marriage back when we were supposed to get married but I wanted her to forget about him for a while and I also wanted to get her over her inhibitions about body parts.

"Michelle, you will not mention Andy in my presence unless I command you too. When I do let you refer to him then you will only call him 'bastard'. Also, I do not have a thing, I have a dick and you have a pussy, you will refer to these sex organs by these names. Do you understand everything I have said so far?"

"Yes David."

"Michelle, you are starting to feel warm. I am going to bring you out of your trance and you will see that we are watching TV and will remember everything that has happened on the show since you came in. The TV show you are watching is your favorite soap opera and it will soon start getting sexy. As it gets sexy, you will feel warmer and start undressing but you will not notice that you are undressing. When you are completely undressed then you will start taking off my clothes but again you will not notice what you are doing. As you are doing this the show will only be getting sexier and you will feel excited but you will not try to touch yourself. When you can't stand the excitement that has grown in you, you will lean over in my lap and begin licking and sucking on my dick. You will bring me to climax and I will cum in your mouth. Only after you have drunk all of my sperm and licked anything that escaped up will you be able to cum yourself and it will be the best orgasm you have experienced so far. Are you ready to begin?"

Over the next hour, after saying pivot, I watched Michelle take her clothes off and then I helped her take mine off by shifting around to give her better access. Not long after she got me completely naked, Michelle's head delved into my lap and her mouth hungrily devoured my dick. She licked and sucked me off like a starving woman until I finally came in her mouth then slurped every drop she could find into her greedy mouth. When this task was finally complete she leaned back and, with a shuddering groan, collapsed into her climax. I let her come completely back before saying 'terminal' again.

"Michelle, did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, I did"

"Why?"

"Because you didn't force me to do this and because I know you won't hurt me if I do not do what you ask."

"No I won't hurt you but you have hurt me. For your punishment I want you to go home tonight and tell everyone at your house that you saw me at the mall and I looked extremely sad. You will go to bed remembering how you have hurt me and you will dream that I killed myself because of the pain you caused me. In the morning you will waken and won't feel better until you have told everyone that you have been lying to them. You will admit that you have been lying to then about everything about me and that you have missed my companionship. You will also realize that I am the only man who excites you and that because of that you will dump any man you are seeing without even giving them a hug or kiss. You will return any gifts that they have given you. The bad news is that you will forget where I am living as soon as you leave here and will have to search for me."

"Each night as you watch your favorite soap opera on tape you will begin to feel sexy but you will not be able to do anything to help yourself. Only I can help you climax; only I can satisfy your desires. Every time anything sexual is talked about, or seen on TV, or even read about, you will think of me. You will feel desperate until you have found me and gotten me into bed with you."

Before I brought her out from her trance I had her get dressed in all but her panties. She was to believe that she had an accident at work and stained them badly so she tossed them out. I also had her write down her cell phone number so I could call her, put her into as trance and bring her over for more sex until her family accepted me back into the fold. I then gave her directions to get back to her jobsite that she was to remember only when coming to my place and going back and then forget as soon as she was back.

Her next trip was only a week later, again on a Friday. Again I had her use the mall and dinner excuse and this time she drove herself over. When she arrived I put her back into a trance and asked her what was going on at home. A small battle was rising because for the longest time, Michelle had been telling everyone how mean I was talking about them and now she was admitting that she'd made everything up. Boy was she in the doghouse. "Michelle, have you been watching your soaps?"

"Yes"

"Do you need my help with anything?"

"David I need you to touch me. You are all I can think about and I just need your hands on me."

"Michelle I want you to remember sucking my dick last week and the orgasm you had when you were finished. Today you will suck my dick but it won't bring you to climax. This time you will start sucking on me and then look up and ask me to lick your pussy. Only by us doing this in the 69 position will you be able to cum and this one will be better than last time. Now I want you to stand in front of me and slowly strip. When you are done you will present your breasts to me so I can kiss each nipple. After I've done that you will take my own clothes off and then go into the bathroom, warm the water up in the sink and then use my scissors, shaving cream and razor to shave all hair off your pussy. From now on you will keep your pussy shaved clean. When you are done you will lay down on my bed for my inspection. If I approve then I will kiss your pussy and then you will stand up and undress me. When I am completely undressed you will guide me into the bathroom by my dick and with careful and loving hands you will shave the hair off of my dick and balls. You will begin when I say "pivot'."

I watched my private strip show and then followed Michelle into the bathroom. I have a large mirror over the sink so someone standing in front of the mirror can see what you are doing from the waist up. I stood behind Michelle and reached around her and began rubbing her breasts. She leaned back into my chest and closed her eyes to a squint but never stopped shaving her pussy. I let my dick slide between her ass cheeks and rubbed it along her crack. Michelle's immediate reaction was to stop what she was doing and demand that I keep my dick away from her ass. My response was just as quick.

"Terminal." Michelle stood limply in front of me, with her eyes closed and her hands loosely holding onto the razor.

"Michelle, from now on you will NEVER tell me no. Everything I do to you is okay with you because you know you deserve it. I wasn't trying to fuck your ass just then so chill out, relax and enjoy everything. To apologize you will first French kiss me while facing away from me and then you will turn to face me. You will look me in the eye and apologize then you will kneel down and suck my dick until I tell you to stop. You will then stand up to finish your task but before you begin shaving again, you will position between your ass cheeks again. Pivot."

It was so good to see the way Michelle followed what I said. I decided to let her suck my dick for only a few minutes because I had other plans for my cum now. I knew that her ex-husband had forced her to have anal sex on their wedding night because when she came she called out my name instead of his. I also knew that she wasn't supposed to be thinking of him right now but I thought I'd test the waters.

"Michelle, do you trust me?"

"I guess so David"

"Do you want to try something new?"

"I'm not sure."

"Reach into the cabinet under the sink and get out the KY that's there, please."

After a few seconds hesitation she got it from under the sink and handed it to me.

"Michelle, lean over the sink and relax. I'll stop any time you say so, okay?"

"Okay. Just promise that you won't hurt me, okay?"

Without answering I smeared a little KY onto my right hand and rubbed my fingers together to get the jelly thinned out some. I then began rubbing her ass hole with a gentle swirling motion of my finger. I kept my finger out of her ass for a few minutes but did dip my fingers down into her pussy to help with thinning the KY. I watched Michelle close her eyes and a sigh escaped her lips but it wasn't until she asked me to slip a finger into her ass that pushed my finger inside her.

Her ass was tight from tension but soon relaxed when I slowly slid my finger in and out. It wasn't long that I had her hips swaying back and forth in time with my finger. Soon a second finger joined the first. I took the time to squirt some more KY onto my fingers and slid them as deeply as I could into her ass. I stopped long enough to get the applicator from the Preparation H and slip it onto the KY tube and slid the applicator up her ass to add more lubrication. By now, Michelle knew what I meant to do and was just a bit nervous, but she wasn't complaining because my fingers were soon back to sliding in and out or her ass again. By now a third finger had joined the other two and a smile was spread across her face. It was time for my dick.

When Michelle first felt the head of my dick against her ass hole, she tensed up and started to turn around. I was able to get her to relax and talked her into trying anal sex with me without using any hypnotism. I slowly began pushing my dick into her ass and was amazed at how easily the head slipped in. I stopped pushing when I felt her tense up and stood still until I felt her relax. It wasn't long until my dick was half way into her ass. Michelle's first reaction was to try to lift herself off of my dick but I grabbed her hips and pulled her back and then stopped all action. 

I leaned over Michelle's back and began kissing her neck and ear lobes. I also reached around to begin playing with her tits again. I figured I had to try to do something to get her mind off of where my dick was. When I had her totally relaxed, I reached back down to her hips and pulled her back onto my dick as I slowly pressed forward. It wasn't long until my dick was totally submerged deep inside Michelle's ass. I let her rest for a few seconds and then began sliding my dick in and out of her much as my fingers had done earlier. Soon, Michelle was as into having my dick in her as much as I was so I was able to pick up speed. I don't know how long I lasted, but soon I was flooding Michelle's ass with my cum.

I let Michelle finish up the task of shaving her pussy while I washed up in the shower. When she was done and I had kissed her nipples, I let her clean herself up and then follow me into the bedroom. I had her climb up onto me and immediately began 69ing with her. It took only a few licks to have Michelle cumming since she had been getting hornier and hornier the whole time but could only cum when we 69ed. I then had her turn around and kneel on top of me so she could ride me until I came again, this time filling her pussy.

By this time, it was time for Michelle to go so I put her into and gave her instructions on how to get home. I decided that she would soon "find" me so we could continue having sex but I wanted to do one more thing. I had just one fantasy to fulfill and before I woke Michelle up I explained to her what I wanted her to do.

"Michelle, do you know any women that you find sexually exciting?"

"No."

"Any that you think you would want to see naked if you were a man?"

"Yes."

"Michelle I want you to begin having lunch with this woman. You will be touchy feely to make her relax but you won't be sexual with her. You will, however, start finding yourself drawn to this woman and she will start exciting you. You will also mention to her that you know a magician who can do all sorts of magic tricks. Only after she is comfortable being with you and comfortable seeing your magician will you "find" me. You will also "find" my phone number and call me to let me know when you are going to stop by and with whom. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Pivot."



Leave Me Breathless



Hey folks, I know the past two weeks have been a murder fest, but sometimes fictitious people have to die. I promise you that there will be no fictitious deaths in this story, so those of you who can't stand it when imaginary people die are safe. I did borrow the results of the car accident from one of my favorite classic LW stories. Those of you who've been around the block a time or two will probably recognize it. Thanks as usual to Mikothebaby for editing this story despite the fact that she's very busy right now and also undergoing a family issue. Thanks also to my beautiful wife for driving me crazy playing this song over and over again until I had to write a story about it. So I included her in the story. For those of you who don't know it AlleyKat's real name is Helen. And thanks most of all to all of you who come here every week and read these things. 

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My name is Melinda Carson. My friends, for some reason, just call me Linda. My daddy calls me Kit and he's...Hold on for a second, I have to do something. 

"Shut the hell up Mother. If you don't stop that God damned crying right now, I'll have the ushers walk you out of here. This is a happy occasion. Didn't you notice that everyone here is smiling?" I hissed at the woman sitting only a few inches away from where I'm standing.

"But this shouldn't be happening," she whines through her tears. She looks at me for sympathy and finds none.

"Mother, everyone in town is here and having a great time. You, more than anyone else in town, are responsible for this and the party that's going to come next. So suck it up and try to enjoy it," I hiss again. Luckily for me, my voice isn't carrying very far. I just smile and wave to the two or three people who notice our exchange. Everyone else has their eyes riveted to the back of the church.

Anyway, as I was about to say, my daddy is the only person who can get away with calling me Kit. Shit, I've lost my train of thought. I have no idea of what I was about to tell you. Okay, I guess the story is over. 

No, you're not getting off that easily, but since I don't remember where I was, we should probably start at the beginning.

About one year ago I was walking into my house after school. I had to decide on an outfit to wear to my school's harvest festival dance. The harvest festival was a big deal because it was the only outdoor dinner and dance we had. We live in California and our weather is moderate. We don't get the wild storms that they get during the fall along the coast and we don't get the mudslides they get near the mountains. We're lucky enough that in October and November, the temperatures are still mild enough to have an outdoor dance.

The evening air is a bit chilly, but a light jacket or wrap is sufficient. I needed just the right outfit. Although I'm not a cheerleader, I'm pretty popular, so I have to make a good impression. I don't have to worry about finding a date or impressing anyone because I'd had the same boyfriend since my sophomore year. With him being a PK, that's preacher's kid, he's pretty moral. We concentrate more on having fun than having sex. My goal, drummed into me by my mom since I was old enough to understand her, was that I should go to the altar a virgin, but have my husband wake up tired and sore the day after the wedding. I intended to do more than that. I was going to have Dean wake up scared.

Part of the reason for my popularity is my brains. I've made the national honor society every year of high school and except for my freshman year, I've had a 4.0. During my freshman year, I got a C in gym. I'd never been very athletic. That year, as usual, my dad came to my rescue. During the summer, he started me running with him every morning. When I went back to school, all of those stupid things I had to do for an A became very easy.

After we ran, Dad and I worked on the machines in his home gym. Without my knowledge, my body changed over that summer. I got a lot stronger but I also slimmed down in some key areas as well. I think it was the bench presses, but my boobs got bigger over the summer. My skinny legs and butt not only got bigger but got a better shape as well. And the changes weren't only cosmetic. I was much stronger and much more coordinated. The first day in gym was a day that I dreaded. It was the day when they did the assessments. The assessments were designed to see where you placed on a national scale for fitness. It was based on how many pushups, sit-ups and chin ups you could do. There was also a rope climb and finally the mile run. It usually took our first week of school to get everyone through the assessment.

My freshman year, I'd done terrible. And when the assessment was done again the last week of school, I needed to show significant improvement in fitness and I hadn't. So they gave me a "C."

My dad had looked at my report card and hadn't said a word. He just hugged me and told me he was proud of me. I thought that he'd have been a bit upset but he clearly wasn't.

When we started running together, he'd just proposed it as a fun way for us to spend more time together. And being a daddy's girl, I was all for it. He was very subtle. We slowly increased our distance and the length of our runs. We talked as we ran and we laughed and joked. I could tell my daddy anything.

When he started talking about us going on vacation at the end of a run one day, I followed him into the gym, and it just seemed natural to start doing curls with him. In fact, it took me a while to realize that he'd planned it. There was already a dumb bell with very light weights on it next to his heavier one. Before I knew it, I was doing a whole workout with him and we'd go out for, or just have breakfast together before we started our day. He didn't make it seem like a big deal. It's not like I was ever over weight, I was just out of shape and he gently nudged me into becoming more fit.

The first thing I noticed when I returned to school after that summer, was that there were a lot of people, both male and female, staring at me in my gym-wear.

"What the hell happened to you over the summer?" asked Becky Thatcher. Becky's been my best friend since birth and lives around the corner from me. Since both of my parent's work, as did hers, we met in daycare.

"Did you like take supermodel classes or something?" she asked. "Did you get implants?"

"Nope," I smiled.

"What the hell did you do?" she asked.

"I just hung out with my dad," I said. "I did get my hair streaked and highlighted though, maybe that's it."

The previous year I'd been able to do eight girl type pushups and twenty sit-ups. I'd nearly vomited afterward. I continued talking to Becky during my turn. I knocked out twenty five pushups and noticed that everyone was staring at me as I moved to the next station to do my sit-ups.

The gym teacher ran over to me and asked me who I was. Even Becky was staring at me.

"Linda, you did twenty five pushups," she said incredulously.

"I should have shut up while I was doing them," I said. "I probably could have done more. I wasn't really paying attention."

"Linda, you did boys pushups," she said. "Except for the jocks and some cheerleaders, no one was even close to what you did."

Before the time ran out, the teacher told me to stop doing sit-ups. "You only needed to do fifty to max out the scale," he said.

The previous year I hadn't been able to do one chin up. I had to do what they called, "the hang."

In the hang, you pull yourself up and you hang there with your chin above the bar for as long as you can. They'd had to lift me into position because I couldn't pull myself up. I was only able to hang for about two seconds.

This year, I went right after Big Mill. Millburn Drysdale, Big Mill, was the center of our football team. Big Mill weighed over two hundred pounds in high school. Because of all of that weight, it was difficult for him to pull himself up. But he was as strong as an ox and grunted out eleven chin-ups.

I jumped up on the bar and did twelve. When my feet hit the floor, a gasp went through the gym. My dad had me doing multiple sets of chin-ups with a weight belt around my waist. Our reward system got me a donut or a treat every time I beat my previous best. The second and third sets were the tough ones. I was used to doing eight chin-ups with twenty five pounds strapped to my waist. Doing only one set of twelve with no additional weight was hardly a challenge.

That was the end of the first day in gym class. Everyone was already talking about me. Boys who never paid me any attention before were buzzing around us. Becky loved the attention. We still sat at the table with the same people we always did. I already knew what I wanted to do with my life so being around smart people was a good thing. I like to think that I never changed throughout high school. But my sophomore year, the way other people saw me changed. It was still that way last year in my senior year.

As I said, I was trying to find the perfect outfit and I was home early. My English teacher was sick and they had no substitute. Since English was my last class, they let us out early. As I walked through the house, I heard the sounds of moaning coming from my parent's bedroom. I didn't think about it. I was eighteen years old. I knew what sex was although I'd never done it. I knew that it was healthy for my parents to do it and I didn't fault them for it.

I knocked on their door and told them that when they were done, I needed some help with something. My mom always gave me advice on fashion. Dad always gave me a guy's opinion on how I looked.

"Dad, where's the Mustang?" I asked. My dad never went anywhere without that car. And he never put it in the shop without whining to me about how much he was going to miss it.

Suddenly my memory jumped its track. I remembered hearing my mother's voice moaning but not my dad's. I pushed the door open and anger ripped through me. I saw my mother hurriedly trying to get her clothes on and the principal of my high school pulling his pants up.

"You fucking whore," I screamed at my mother. "And you Mr. Eddington, my father is going to kick your ass. When this all comes out you'll be looking for a new job."

I slammed the door closed and ran out of the house. Before I'd gone a block, my phone started ringing. I looked at the display and saw that it was my mother. I pressed the button to answer the call and then immediately hung up on her. I went to Becky's house. I hung out with Becky that afternoon and stayed with her until I was sure that my dad was home.

As I walked up the driveway, I saw his Mustang. The big chromed exhaust pipes, chrome rims and racing stripes made the car look far more evil than it was. I guess we all see things differently. My dad looked at the car and saw beauty. I looked at it and it just looked angry, with vanes and scoops and wings. And the sound it made. That car was fucking loud. But to my dad, the sound of those pipes was like music.

I used my key and walked in the door. My mother immediately looked nervous as soon as I stepped inside the door.

"Hey Kit," said my dad smiling. He came over and hugged me like he always did. My dad squeezes me so hard that I can feel the love oozing out of him.

"Are you okay, kitten?" he asked.

"It's been a rough day, Dad," I began. "You know how you go through life thinking that you can count on some people and they just turn out to be full of it?" My mom blanched at my words.

"Melinda, can I..." she began. I snapped my head around and glared at her. My dad didn't notice the exchange.

"Dad, there are some things that we need to talk about," I said.

"Sure, Kit," he said. "Do you want to wait until after dinner or should we do it now?"

"After dinner is fine Daddy," I said. My dad had a way of always keeping things in perspective. No matter what the problem was he made me feel safe and secure. Other people felt that way about him too. My dad was an automotive engineer. He solved problems for a living. He just had a way of looking at things from a different angle.

"Great," he said. "I want to put my tuner on the car. I think I'm going to dial down the horsepower and throttle response a bit. My gas mileage was never great but it really sucks right now."

"You go and play with your car, Honey," said my mom. "Melinda and I will get dinner on the table." She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen after kissing my dad. Just seeing her put her lips on him made me sick after what I'd seen.

"Melinda, Honey..." she began.

"I know you're supposed to be my mother, but take your fucking hands off of me, right now," I hissed. "Don't ever touch me again."

"Melinda, you have to let me explain this," she said.

"Explain what?" I spat. "For my entire life you've been giving me nothing but bullshit. You and daddy have been like on and off switches. Daddy has always told me that I can do anything I put my mind to. If I want to be on the student council, he'd say, "Go for it." You told me that a lot of people ran but they only pick six so the odds weren't good. You told me I shouldn't run for home coming queen because they always give it to a cheerleader. Daddy gave me a necklace that said I was his homecoming queen before the election even started. When I won, he asked me if I'd ever had any doubt. You were shocked. You've never believed in me Mother."

"You've constantly told me everything not to do. You've filled my head with everything I can't do or shouldn't do. Melinda, your skirt is too short. Melinda, nice girls don't do that. Melinda, people will think you're a slut if you wear that. When I decided to go into pre-law in college because I decided that I want to be a prosecutor and help to bring criminals who hurt other people to justice, what did you tell me? You said, Melinda, that's not something a girl should do. It just seems like all you've ever wanted to do is to piss on my dreams, Mother."

"Watch your language, young lady," she said. "I'm still your..."

"My what?" I asked. "Are you still my shining example of what a woman should be? I don't think you are unless what everyone woman should be is a cheating whore. Daddy deserves someone who loves him and is faithful to him. Oh wait, isn't that the same bullshit you've been giving me since I was old enough to think about boys? If you can't walk the walk, maybe you shouldn't talk the talk."

"But Melinda, I love your father. This was only a slip. I made one mistake. I'm human baby. Please give me one chance. It will never happen again," she whined.

"Mother, mistakes happen on a spur of the moment or while you're drunk. This was premeditated and has probably happened before. You don't accidentally bring a man home and screw him in my father's bed. It's also someone you work with every day. He's also married and has small children at home. You ruined two families because you can't keep your legs closed."

"Melinda, I'm sorry," she said. "Please don't do this. It would hurt your father and tear our family apart for nothing. You just said it. Why ruin two families to punish me? Do you want to see your father hurt?"

"Pick up that God damned phone and call the asshole and tell him that as of right now, you quit. Find another job somewhere else if you have to, but if you go back to the school for any reason, I'll tell Daddy immediately. Give me your cell phone, if that asshole calls you, I'll be the one answering. And Mother, I'll be checking the phone records for the house as soon as the bills come in from now on. If you call him even one time, you know what will happen. And from now on don't talk to me, period. As far as I'm concerned, you died today. I'm an orphan. I want you to convince my daddy to sleep in the guest room tonight and don't have sex with him.

Tomorrow, I want you to get a new bed and burn that one. Tell him it had frame rot or bedbugs or something. I don't care what but you'd better make it happen."

"But Melinda, your father will notice if we don't act the same way we always have. And this is your senior year. A lot of things are about to happen to you. There are going to be cases where you'll need a woman's opinion or advice. I know you're a daddy's girl, you always have been, but you need a mom too," she said.

"I'll find someone, I can trust and look up to, to fill the role," I hissed. "Remember what I said."

I turned and left the kitchen. I went and got her purse and handed it to her. "Melinda, can't I call him on my phone?" she asked.

"No, because I'll have your phone; hand it over," I said. She gave me her sleek iPhone.

"I should make you call him at home," I said. "That way his wife would probably answer the phone and you'd have to ask her if you could speak to him. You'd have to listen to the sounds of his kids playing in the background. Maybe that would make you realize just how nasty a bitch you are."

"Melinda, do you have to use that kind of language?" she asked in a whining tone.

"Yes I do, Theresa," I said. "You once told me that being a lady, isn't just knowing how to curtsy and use the right fork. Being a lady means doing, acting and speaking in the correct manner for the situation. Do you remember that?" She nodded her head.

"Well, when I'm with a person who has no morals and no class and has the nerve to cheat on someone who loves her very deeply, this is the language that fits the situation. Besides, you and I won't be talking much from now on. And once I go away to college next fall, we'll only have to see each other when I'm home visiting my dad. I have one more request for you, MOM," I said. She looked at me pleadingly.

"This is for the future. From now on whenever there's a big event in my life, I want you to manage to be sick, injured or just unavailable. That means I don't want you at my graduation. I don't want you at my college graduation either. I don't want you at my wedding and if I ever have kids, I expect you not to be there. Are we clear?" I asked. She nodded. "Call him."

She picked up the house phone and dialed Eddington's number. "I have to quit my job," she said. "As of right now, you need another secretary. I won't be back at all. Have someone pack my personal things and send them to me. That someone is not to be you. Mail my last check or direct deposit it. Don't call me again or Melinda will tell my husband and your family. Goodbye."

"Well done Theresa," I said. "Did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?" she asked.

"Telling your lover you could no longer see him?" I asked. "Does it tug at your heartstrings? Do you feel that empty feeling in the pit of your stomach?"

"No, Melinda," she said sadly. "I don't love Russell. I only love your father. Russell was just..."

"Shut up, whore," I spat. "If you loved my Daddy, you wouldn't..."

"Melinda, you're very young right now," she said. "Someday you'll understand that..."

"I hope I never understand anything the way you see it," I said acidly. "I will never understand how a woman who is married to a man who loves her totally can cheat on him with a man like Mr. Eddington. Do you even know half of the rumors about him? I mean you're clearly stupid, but are you THAT stupid? Mother, you're nowhere near the first woman or even the first woman in our school he's played around with. You're just the latest. I'll bet you he finds someone else to play with in under a week. While you're here at home playing with your pussy, thinking about him, he'll have found another sucker."

I put her phone into my pocket and walked out of the room. I went into the garage to see my dad. He had the hood up on his Mustang and had his tuner connected to the port on his engine. His new tuner could wirelessly send information to his iPad. Men were like little boys with their toys. As they grew older, the toys just got more complicated and more expensive.




Leave Me Breathless



There were three of our neighbors all gathered around with their heads under the hood of Daddy's car too. As I stepped up and watched him, he saw me and smiled.

"Is dinner ready?" he asked.

"No Daddy, "I said. "Take your time." As much as a full grown man can be innocent, my daddy was. He seemed to be happy. He loved his life. As he joked and talked with our neighbors, I felt like such an asshole for even thinking about taking that happiness away from him. He worked so damned hard to give us a nice life. Mom had only started working a couple of years ago, when I became old enough to look after myself. She had no secretarial skills and became a volunteer at my high school. They'd eventually started paying her as she took on more responsibility, finally becoming Eddington's secretary.

I decided then, not for my mom or for Eddington, but for my dad's happiness, not to say anything. I wasn't sure that I wasn't making a mistake but it seemed like the right call at the time.

When I got to school the next day, it started out great. Midway through my first class I was called to the principal's office. My great day started going to hell.

I opened the door to Eddington's office. There was no secretary because my mom had quit.

"Come in and close the door, Melinda," he said.

"I'd rather leave it open," I told him.

"Well, can you just pull it shut," he said. "What we need to talk about needs to remain confidential."

"You and I have nothing to talk about," I said.

"Melinda, what about your future," he said. "The colleges that you've applied to are still going to be interested in your grades. If your GPA happened to drop suddenly, you might lose a few of your choices."

"How would that happen, Mr. Eddington?" I asked.

"Some of your teachers might suddenly start to look at your work more critically," he said smiling.

"I suppose that you have some possible solution to that problem worked out, right?" I said. He nodded.

"Melinda, what happened between your mother and I was unfortunate, but it doesn't have to ruin your career or anything else. We can just..." I turned around and slammed the door to his office so loud they probably heard it in the gym.

His eyes got huge. "Who the fuck, are you supposed to be...?" I yelled. "Are you Darth Vader? Is this some warning that the Death star is coming into position to blow my home world to smithereens?"

"Look Dick-less, this is the twenty-first century. No one falls for those dime store theatrics anymore. Is that how you got between my mother's legs? I'm not as stupid as she must be. I've had a four point GPA every year that I've been here except for my freshman year. Do you know how I got my grades? I busted my ass. No one gave me anything. If my grades did just start to suffer, I'd go to my teachers with a copy of my papers and ask for a review. They'd have to show me where my papers were wrong and examples of everyone who got them right. The second thing is that most of my teachers like me more than they like you so they wouldn't go along with your crap. The third thing is that you just made an even bigger fool of yourself, because of this..." I pulled my new iPhone out of my pocket and played back his threat for him. His eyes got even bigger and he slumped in his chair.

"So now I have evidence of you trying to coerce me into being quiet or you'll try to convince teachers to mess around with my grades. I believe that is illegal isn't it?" He nodded his head.

"So, it's not bad enough that you've been some kind of cut-rate Casanova around here for the past few years, now you're stooping to blackmailing children to cover up your affairs. Which one are you the most afraid of Russell?" I asked.

"That's Mr. Eddington to you Melinda," he whined.

"Mr. is a title or a term of respect," I spat. "I have none for you Russell. I hold your shitty little life and career in my hands. And you know what the stupidest thing about this is?" He shook his head.

"Before you interrupted my science class, I had already agreed with my mother NOT to tell my dad or your wife about this. So which one are you the most afraid of? Are you more afraid of my dad kicking your ass or losing your career? You think about it, I'm going back to class."

I walked out into the hall still seething and bumped into my favorite teacher, Ms. Abra.

"Are you okay Melinda?" she asked. And everything became clear as I looked into her eyes.

Ms. Abra was a near legend in our school. All of the boys and all of the men drooled over her. I remember more than once seeing a guy walk down the hall and get a glimpse of her and then end up walking into a wall or a door.

About half of the girls in the school hated her. It was simply unfair. You have all of these young women on the verge of adulthood, like fruit on the vine that is just becoming ripe. Most of them realize then that they've hit the point in their lifetime when they're at their best. Time and gravity are their best friends. Then they run into a woman like Ms. Abra who makes them look like awkward, coltish, little boys.

And when you take a good look at her, your feelings of despair become even deeper. One of the things that most girls learn very early is that we're all different. We all have things about us that are noteworthy. We learn to play up our strong points and to downplay our weaknesses. So if you're a girl who's a butter-face, you know to wear sexier clothing to play up your body and downplay your face. You might also grow your hair longer and have it styled playfully to cover one odd eye or the other.

If you have no boobs, you probably have a nice ass or gorgeous legs, so you don't wear a bra, and you wear shorter skirts to play up what you have. If you don't have much ass or legs, it's no problem. You wear low cut tops, and show off the girls.

If you're the skinny model type with no butt, no chest and no legs, then you highlight your face. The point is that God gives us all something. The trick is to discover what you were given and do something with it.

Then along comes Ms. Abra to ruin it all. Let's start at the top. The woman is simply unfair. She has what I call reactive hair. Her hair is a light brown naturally. She told me that when she was growing up, they used to call it mousy brown, because it was so understated and mousy. The women who had it didn't stand out. It was neither a rich, sexy, dark brown that could be called smoldering, nor was it even vaguely blonde.

In Ms. Abra's case, her hair reacts to the sun. If there's a lot of sun, it only takes a few days and some of her hair starts turning a lighter shade. It looks amazing. Everyone always thinks that her hair has been highlighted. If she wears a pony tail or styles her hair so that some of it isn't exposed to the sun, then those areas seem to darken and before you know it she has two or three very natural hues blended into her hair. Half of the women I know spend a lot of money trying to get a look that she doesn't even think about. Her hair comes down nearly to her waist and it flits around like the wings of a butterfly.

And all that hair does is to draw attention to her face. Her face is as beautiful as the rest of her. She has the bluest eyes. When she talks about math, the worst thing you can do is to look at her. I've heard a lot of the boys say that they were looking at her and just fell into a trance. Her eyes are so blue that you just forget where you are. I wish that she had a huge honker of a nose but her nose is so tiny that it's like a decoration on her face.

And she does the stupidest thing. She has what she considers a flaw. She has a bunch of tiny nearly symmetrical patches of freckles across her nose. She covers them up with very light make-up because she hates them. Then when we have an outdoor activity and she doesn't wear the make-up, all of the guys see the freckles and fall even more in love with her.

I absolutely hate her mouth. At this point in history, we seem to be enthralled with lips. There are women all over the world getting collagen injections to make their lips fatter and fuller. Then there are women who were simply born with huge lips.

Ms. Abra has a tiny mouth. But it's shaped in that perfect Cupid's bow form that makes it look like her lips are bigger than they are. Her teeth are also really white and she smiles often. Her smiles are fleeting though, so if something happens that makes her smile in class, the entire room seems to get warmer.

If her head and face are outstanding, her body is scary. All of the pieces simply shouldn't add up to the whole. She doesn't have huge boobs, but it doesn't matter. In fact, last year we had a pool party for the senior class. I forgot my swimsuit and Ms. Abra told me that since she was only a chaperone, I could borrow hers. She said it made more sense for the students to have fun than for the staff. I was sure that I wouldn't be able to fill her top. Then I noticed that it was only a 34 C top. At 18 last year I wore a 36C top. Her boobs aren't big at all. But her ribcage and torso are so tiny that her average sized boobs look big on her.

Her waist is also tiny. It's like 23 inches which makes her butt look bigger than it is and she runs every day like my dad does so her legs are scary.

Ms. Abra does have a few quirks. The woman teaches math and science. She walks around all day long in a lab coat covering up her body. She also wears very long skirts and blouses that button up to the neck. She also wears those dorky safety glasses all the time, like she forgets that she's wearing them. It's like she simply doesn't realize how pretty she is.

The worst thing about her is that she is simply the nicest person you'd ever want to meet. She spends extra time with all of her students and really tries to make sure that we understand how useful math and science are for our future careers.

I think she has a soft spot for the nerdy, unassuming types though. You often see her stand there smiling at one of those socially inept, yet very smart guys, but she doesn't take any crap from the guys on the team. She has benched them academically more times than anyone wants to remember.

When the coach comes storming into her lab, pissed because one of his players has dropped his average in her class to the point that he is on probation and can't play, she refuses to give him any opportunity that she wouldn't give anyone else.

While we're talking about the coach, he put the full court press on Ms. Abra a couple of years ago. He was rebuffed strongly. She let him know that she was not interested in him in any way shape or form. She went as far as taking her name off of the list to chaperone any extra-curricular event that he worked on.

Several other teachers have taken their shots at her too. She simply doesn't seem to want to date anyone. The coach started telling everyone that he knew when she wasn't interested in him that she was a lesbian.

My mom once told me that she'd heard from one of the other science teachers that Ms. Abra had actually been married once. Abra was her married name. Her maiden name was Troy. Her husband had been her childhood sweetheart. He went into the military and was killed in a training accident. The worst thing about it was that he didn't even get to actually serve his country although everyone who enlists makes us proud. To her, it just seemed like the world's biggest waste of a life that her husband was killed practicing a logistics procedure.

He'd actually wanted to work for the same company her father did and he'd felt that getting experience in helping the military transport equipment and resources around the globe would be valuable experience. He also assured her that all he was doing was basically shipping and receiving. He was and would remain as far from the bombs and bullets as possible.

A soldier who was unfamiliar with driving a forklift backed into a rack of cases of heavy shells. The entire shelf collapsed. The cases were so heavy that they bent the safety cage that protected the forklift operator. He escaped serious injury, but her husband was crushed beneath literally tons of metal.

"Are you okay Melinda?" she asked, seeing me storming out of Eddington's office.

"Yes ma'am. I'm fine," I said. "He gets on my nerves though."

"Trust me," she smiled, exposing those too white teeth. "I know the feeling. I never expected to see you coming out of the principal's office though. I hope you're not in trouble."

"No ma'am," I said. "But now that you mention it, I could use some advice. You know some female wisdom from one generation to the other about fashion and style."

"So you need me to find someone to give you fashion advice?" she said. "Well, I suppose we could ask Sandy. You know Mrs. D'alaqua? She knows all about Paris fashions and that type of thing. She also watches all of those TV shows about style and models."

See what I mean. The woman has no idea how pretty she is. She wanted to help me out by asking another woman who wasn't nearly as pretty as she was.

"Ms. Abra," I said. "I wanted some advice from you."

"Me?" she smiled. "But you're way prettier than I am. I wouldn't know what to even begin to tell you. Now if you needed help with math, which you never have, then..."

"You're the perfect person to help me," I said.

"Well, okay," she smiled. "I'll do what I can, but you have to help me too."

"What do you need ma'am?" I asked.

"The freshman and sophomore classes are not signing up for the nature hike," she frowned. "I guess they don't see science as being very exciting. They tend to want to do everything on a computer. To them, running around in the woods isn't very much fun. Melinda, you're very popular and maybe if you let people know that you were coming, I'd have more volunteers," she said shyly.

God that woman was crazy. All she had to do was take off that lab coat and those ridiculous glasses and make an announcement and every guy in the school would show up. If the guys showed up, the girls would too. The problem was that the newer students hadn't learned how hot she was yet.

"Not only will I tell people," I said. "I'll be there. Is it okay if I bring a friend?"

"Of course," she said smiling. "The more the merrier. I need as many people tramping through the woods bringing me specimens as possible."

I went back to class that day and when I got home after school, had to deal with my mother again.

"Hello Honey," she said smiling. I looked at her like she was crazy. I was eighteen years old and she greeted me at the door with a plate of milk and cookies.

"Hello Theresa," I said acidly. "I thought that it was understood that we wouldn't be speaking to each other."

"Melinda, that's silly," she said. "We're family. They pulled you out of my womb. You're a part of me. So we have to at least make an effort to get along."

"Theresa, have you ever heard the expression, "You can't go home again?" I asked. She nodded her head in confusion.

"What does that have to do with us?" she asked.

"Well, you know how people are born in a certain neighborhood and grow up there and then later on they become famous and move away. When they come back for a visit later, everything in the neighborhood has changed. All of the things they thought were great are either ruined or were never that great to begin with?" I smiled.

"I still don't understand what that..." she began.

"Theresa, you said it yourself. I was pulled out of your womb, but after what I saw you letting into it yesterday, I'd never go back there. For all of my life you gave me a set of rules that I needed to follow. But you don't follow them yourself. There is nothing more I can learn from you. I no longer respect you so there's no point in us talking."

"But Melinda, we're not just a group of people who work in an office together or a sports team, we're a family. We have to forgive each other when we make mistakes," she said.

"If you don't like my solution, we can always just tell Daddy and let him decide whether or not he wants to forgive you," I said. "My opinion is that you cheated on a man who loves you so much that he does everything he can to make your life better. What has Eddington ever done for you besides cram himself between your legs? When you're all sick and bloated, is he the one who sits by your bed rubbing your forehead? Is he the one who's supported you for all of these years? What exactly has he done for you that's enough for you to betray your husband?" I asked.

"Nothing..." she said.

"So, if we do this your way," I said. "And I tell Daddy what you've done, not only will I STILL not speak to you, but you'll lose your husband as well as your daughter, right?"

She nodded her head.

"Theresa, just quit while you're behind," I said.

"I can't believe the little girl I raised is so unforgiving," she said. Her voice broke and tears ran down her eyes.

"Theresa, shut off the waterworks," I said. "You said it yourself yesterday. I'm my daddy's girl. I did go easy on you. If you'd been anyone else; if the person who hurt my dad had been someone that I didn't like, I'd have fucked them up. You got off easy. If you don't screw up again you can stay married to him. Unless, of course, someone else finds out what you did. But if I catch you again, even with someone else; it wouldn't be pretty."

I stayed in my room until my dad came home, then I went downstairs and had dinner with him. Daddy relaxed for a while after he got done with dinner and then I asked him if he wanted to go out for a walk or a light jog. Just as we were getting ready to leave, my mother asked if we wanted her to come along.

"You don't like to run," I said, smiling at her.

"I can ride along on your old bike," she smiled. "That way we could all be together."

"My bike has a flat," I said. "But if you really want to hear me talk about school activities and getting Daddy to come to some of them; it's fine. Maybe since you're going to be there we can talk about yesterday too."

"Well, if the bike has a flat, there's no way for me to come with you guys," she said suddenly. "My ass is too fat for me to be out running."

"I love your ass, Honey," said my dad. He kissed her and I wanted to throw up. My mom was smiling at me after he kissed her and patted her on her ass. I guess she wanted to claim it as a victory of some kind.

As my dad went up to change into running gear, she smiled at me. "See, Melinda, he hasn't been hurt. He still loves me just as much and whether you believe it or not; I still love him too. I would never hurt him. He's the man I intend to spend the rest of my life with. All I wanted was a little bit of excitement."

"It's going to be really exciting when he divorces your cheating ass," I said while smiling at her. She just shook her head and went in to clean the kitchen.

As Daddy and I ran, we talked. He told me about some problems they were having at work and what he wanted to do to his Mustang. I told him about the harvest festival dinner dance and also about the science expedition for Ms. Abra. I told him how much we needed samples and how we had hardly anyone going. I twisted his arm a little bit and he agreed to accompany me. When he told me he'd get mom to come along too, I told him that I'd already asked her and that she had other plans.

So when Saturday came along, Daddy and I got up early and grabbed breakfast on the road. We were still eating it when Ms. Abra pulled up in her car. She had one of those new Pontiac re-issues of the classic GTO. The car had come out a few years ago and hadn't really been the hit that GM expected. It looked too much like the G6 and G8. And although the performance was great, it didn't look anywhere near what the muscle heads wanted to see.

My dad immediately jumped out of his Mustang and walked a slow circle around the car. He looked at everything. He looked at the wheels and the brakes and the twin exhaust pipes and then sat back and looked at the body lines. Ms. Abra got out of her car and came over and sat with me.




Leave Me Breathless



"That's my dad," I said. "He's a car guy."

"I noticed," she said.

"Daddy, come and meet my teacher," I yelled. "You don't have to worry. Your car has a lot more horsepower and whatever else you're trying to figure out."

Just as I called him over, a van with a lot of guys in it pulled up. Coach Kleatz and some of the guys from the team got out of it and started looking around.

"Hi," said my dad shyly. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Jim Carson. I'm Kit's Dad."

"Helena," she said. She shook his hand warmly and looked into his eyes. My dad looked away. I noticed that she'd tried to hold onto his hand a fraction of a second longer than she should have. It wasn't much but it was a start.

"Can I ask you..." my dad began, before Coach Kleatz came running over.

"Hey babe," he said. "I made a bunch of my guys come out to help out with your little problem."

More and more cars were pulling up and kids were getting out of them. A few had their parents or younger siblings in tow.

"Well, I don't see how they're going to help by throwing a football around," she said. "And if they don't want to be here then they shouldn't be. I need water and soil samples. I also need to know exactly where they came from. I need leaves and plant samples as well. If they mess things up, I'll have to start all over again."

"They'll do fine babe," he said. "And you and I can go out and hunt for stuff together."

"I'll see you later, Helena," said my dad.

"Helena, huh?" said Coach Kleatz. "Well Helena, let's get started."

"My name is Ms. Abra, Coach," she said. "I don't enjoy being called babe and we are not on a first name basis. I actually don't understand why you showed up today. So I'd really appreciate it if you could supervise your boys to keep them from trampling the vegetation while we're here. The idea is to study nature not destroy it."

The coach turned red in the face. He looked as if he was about to explode when one of his guys stage whispered, "Ooooh...Frozen," in the background.

"Lesbian," coughed Coach Kleatz. He looked up at me and smiled when he noticed that I was still standing there. Then he coughed again to try to cover his first cough. I shook my head and wandered after Ms. Abra.

The morning and early afternoon were very busy. I naturally teamed with my dad and we ran all over the woods finding whatever we were asked to come up with. Ms. Abra was very excited and often asked us where we got a particular sample and followed us back so she could see it for herself. The interesting thing was that as I saw her and my dad together, I could see that given half a chance they'd click.

The funny thing was that they were almost never alone together. There were all kinds of mothers there with their sons or daughters who kept trying to talk to my dad. At the same time, there were lots of men trying to get close to Ms Abra.

Finally, by late afternoon, the school's bus driver arrived in a van to carry all of the samples back to the school and Ms. Abra thanked everyone and called a halt. She told us that the day had been a rousing success and that the school's science program thanked us all. Everyone got into their cars and left. I was ready to go too. I had some major thinking to do. During the morning, I'd seen Russell Eddington show up. But he hadn't stayed long. I think that when he saw me and my dad, he'd left. I'd also seen my mother's car. I wasn't sure if she'd been there to see Eddington or to see what I was up to, but she'd driven past and kept going. It may have been a coincidence.

I had several problems to work out and at the same time, I was starving.

"Jim," said Ms. Abra, just as we were getting into the car. "First, I want to thank you for coming. You and Melinda were my star lab assistants today. And second, just before everyone got here you were about to ask me something, weren't you?" My dad looked at her shyly and she smiled.

Suddenly, I wasn't as hungry. Things might not be as bad as I thought after all.

Come on Dad, ask her to come and eat with us, I thought.

"It's kind of personal," said my dad shyly.

"Jim, you spent a Saturday digging through mud for me," she said. "So ask me."

"Could you uhm...show me..."he began. My mind exploded. I was sure that my dad was more mature than this. I knew lots of guys who were always running around yelling "Show me your tits."

I kind of thought my dad was above that, but shit my mom sure wasn't.

Ms Abra's eyes narrowed too, but my dad continued headlong into disaster.

"I'd really like to see..." he continued."...the motor in that GTO. It's supposed to be a 5.7 Liter v8. It's the same motor they had in the corvette that year. I'm curious why it only put out 350 horsepower. What year is it? Because the 04's were 350 horses but the 06's put out 400. While both of those are very respectable, you'd think with that much displacement you'd get more out of that engine. I mean my Mustang is only a 5.0 Liter and it's cranking 462 ponies without forced air and..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she laughed. "But you can look at it all you want." She was still smiling at him and shaking her head, as she got into the car and opened the hood. Dad raised it and put the prop in place and started staring at whatever it is that guys look at under there. Ms. Abra got out of the car and went to stand next to him.

Unfortunately, Coach Kleatz came storming off of the bus and over to the car too. "What's wrong with you car, Ba...uh...Hel...Ms. Abra?" he asked angrily.

"Nothing," she said. "Don't you have someplace to be?"

"Nah, I'm solo tonight," he said. "So what are we looking at? That's the motor isn't it? I can see what's wrong with it from here. You need to have the carburetor rebuilt. Maybe we can get away with just cleaning it. I think we have some starter fluid on the bus."

"Uhm there isn't a carburetor on this engine," said my dad. "It's fuel injection."

"Exactly," said Coach Kleatz. "I was going to put the starter fluid into the injection thingy. Well, I'll let you guys carry on. If you can't get it fixed, give me a call. You still have my number right?"

"Yeah I've got your number," said Ms. Abra sarcastically. She turned back to staring at the engine with my dad as "Frozen again," echoed from the bus amidst a round of laughter.

"Dad, food," I said a few minutes later. We said goodbye to Ms. Abra and headed for home.

When we got home, since it was a Saturday, Mom hadn't made dinner. She looked at us hesitantly as we came in. She went to Dad and hugged him and then looked at me. I kept my face neutral.

"Melinda, it's Saturday, Honey. Don't you have a date or something?" she asked.

"Mom, you know that Dean and I went out last night," I said. "And we'll probably do something tomorrow afternoon, but Saturday night he has to help his dad clean the church. Remember, I used to help too, just so I could be near Dean, but his mother got on my nerves. Why is it always the mothers that cause the problems?"

My mom instantly went on the defensive. "I wasn't trying to be a problem, Honey," she said. "I just wondered if you were doing anything. You're a pretty girl. You should be out enjoying life. This is your last year of high school. Next year, you'll have to buckle down and hit the books if you want to get into a good law school. You work really hard and I want you to get to go out and play hard too."

"Mom, life isn't about playing all of the time. I had a great time bonding with my daddy today. It was really fun and we got to help one of my teachers out too. Like you said, next year I'll be off to college so I want to spend as much time with dad as I can. Besides, wasn't it you who's always told me that family comes first? And it was also you who told me that you have to do that Tammy Wynette thing sometimes and stand by your man. I know that it sucks that Dean is stuck helping out in the church. Neither one of us is really religious, but his parents are suckers for that stuff. He doesn't want to disrespect them so we go along with it. Since I'm in a committed relationship with him, I have to go along with the program. Remember, you taught me to put my relationship first." She paled visibly as I spat her own bullshit back at her.

"I love the way you put it, Mom," I said. "The girls who play around with a lot of guys usually end up without one of their own." She looked as if someone had punched her in the stomach.

"Well, I didn't make dinner," she said changing the subject. "I thought that if you were going out, that maybe your dad and I would just get a pizza and a pay per view and see what happens.

"That sounds fine," I said. I linked arms with my dad and pulled him out of the kitchen. "I'll order the pizza, Dad. You turn on the big screen and find us a movie. Please don't get one of those sappy love stories that end tragically when one of the lovers dies or cheats." When I said, "cheats," my mother's gulp was heard all over the kitchen.

As my dad went to the door a short time later to get the pizza from the delivery guy, he ended up talking about his Mustang with him. My mother took that opportunity to speak again.

"It would have been nice for you to let me have an evening alone with your dad," she whined. "How am I supposed to make things up with him if you won't ever leave us alone?"

"Three things," I said acidly. "You need to get yourself checked for STD's before you even dream of touching him again. Number two; I saw you driving past the park at the same time your lover did or shortly thereafter. If I find out that you spoke to him, all bets are off. And three; I thought that we weren't supposed to fucking talk to each other." Just as I finished my last sentence, Daddy set the pizza down in front of us.

"I'll get drinks for us all," he said. Mom and I were both smiling and nodding our heads. She even reached over and patted me gently on the shoulder. I'm sure my daddy never noticed anything. He was pretty easy going unless someone threatened his family or talked about his car.

As soon as he left for the kitchen, we were at each other's throats again. "Bitch, if you ever touch me again, you'll be divorced before you can pull your hand away," I snapped.

"Melinda, you have to give me a chance to make this up. I'm not your enemy. I know that you and your dad have decided that you're going to be a lawyer, but you're treating me like I'm a criminal. Even criminals are innocent until proven guilty," she said.

"Mother, you had an agreement, let's call it a contract, with dad. Part of that agreement called for you to be faithful to him, didn't it?" I asked.

"But..." she sputtered.

"No buts," I said. "Didn't it call for fidelity and trust?"

"Yes," she said.

"You broke it," I said. "We don't need any evidence because I was there. I caught you red assed, red faced and red handed. Is that not true as well?"

"Yes," she spat. "But can't I make restitution for what I did. When someone steals something they give it back and say they're sorry and then they move forward."

"Mother, you're either out of your fucking mind or you're stuck living life as a three year old," I said. "When someone robs a bank, even if they give the money back, they go to jail. In this case, how can you make restitution? Have you invented some way to un-fuck Russell Eddington? Or are you just planning on screwing daddy twice as much to make up for what you did with Eddington. Neither of those options makes up for you sharing yourself with someone other than your husband. And neither of those scenarios makes up for the fact that he will probably never be able to trust you again. I'm being far nicer to you than you deserve. I should have told daddy everything. You'd have been back living with Grandma right now. And Mom, you won't end up with the house. I know that most people think that the house goes to the woman. Daddy paid the mortgage himself, you aren't even listed on it. And in most cases, the house actually goes to the parent with the kid. Since I'll be in college soon, with Daddy paying for it, I might add, a judge would consider me as still living in the house until I graduate. Make no mistake about it Theresa; I'm well above the age where any judge would ask my opinion. And there is no doubt which parent I'd choose to live with." I smiled at her.

"So I see you living with Grandma and you do understand that she'll be really pissed at you when she finds out why you got divorced. Daddy would probably waive child support and your half of my college expenses since you can't afford them even if you did go back to fucking Eddington. I forgot you can't do that because in the three days that you've been gone, he's already gotten himself a younger, cuter secretary. And I'm sure that if he's not fucking her by now, he soon will be."

"So that leaves you at thirty eight years old with no skills other than the ones you might have on your back; living in your mom's basement with debts piling up. I'm sure Daddy won't let me get put out of school for you not paying your share. And he probably won't hold you up for your child support. Your lawyer would probably make a deal. Daddy doesn't have to pay you alimony in exchange for you not having to pay child support and him paying for all of my college expenses. Does that sound fair to you?"

"No," she said loudly. "I'd be broke. I don't have any skills. I left college to have a baby who no longer appreciates me. I made one mistake. Why do I have to lose my house, my family, my marriage and my daughter for one mistake?"

"Mother, forgetting to add bleach is a mistake. Fucking another man in my daddy's bed is a felony," I said. My features were drawn and tight. Acid dripped from my words as I spoke to her. "As far as I'm concerned, Daddy is..."

I stopped talking as he walked into the room carrying a tray. He sat a tall fluted glass of white wine in front of Mom. There was also a bottle of Wild Cherry Pepsi in front of me and a Dos Equis Amber for himself. He sat down on the couch with himself on the far end, Mom in the middle and me on the opposite end.

I got up to grab the cable remote and when I came back to the couch I leaned over and hugged my mother. It shocked the hell out of her after the conversation we'd just had. Then I squeezed in between them and put my feet up on the coffee table as we settled in to watch the movie.

I spent the morning Sunday thinking about my problem. It struck me as strange that an eighteen year old girl who was still a virgin had to try to teach her nearly forty year old mother a lesson about morals. For all of my life, my dad had protected me and this time I had to protect him. I'd seen enough of my friends go through having their parents split up to know that it was usually the parent who was cheated on that caught the worst of it. When Danielle's father cheated on her mom with his secretary, they got a divorce. Her mother got the house and a nice check every month, but she became withdrawn and depressed. She started drinking and just became a different woman. It also affected Danielle. Her mother's sense of self-worth and confidence were destroyed.

Meanwhile, her father ended up marrying the secretary. He got her pregnant, started his own new family with a woman half his age and moved on with his life. Somehow, the money he had to pay Danielle's mother wasn't nearly enough for the pain he'd caused her. She would also only get the alimony for five years. It seemed like such a waste. She was trapped in that house full of tarnished memories, wondering what she'd done wrong. She was too depressed to either move on in her life or even try to get a job. Maybe that was why I was so angry at my mother. I didn't want to see my dad go through that. If their marriage was going to end, I had to make sure he landed on his feet.

My attempt at getting him together with Ms. Abra had been a bust. My dad hadn't even noticed how hot she was. Shit, he'd barely been able to ask her to look at her frigging car's motor. And Ms. Abra hadn't been any help either. I could tell she'd been interested in my dad, but she was too shy to make any kind of move on him either. That just outlined one of the problems I have with the bible. If the meek did inherit the earth, they wouldn't know what to do with it and someone else would take it away from them.

I needed to find someone who was a bit more aggressive for my dad. My mom didn't realize it but none of things that we were talking about really mattered. I was just stringing her along until I was ready to jettison her. Did I feel guilty about lying to her? Of course not. I felt the same level of guilt about that as she'd felt about screwing my principal in her own house. She hadn't felt guilty or even thought that anything was wrong with what she'd done until she got caught.

I realized then that I'd already figured out who the perfect person for my daddy was. Danielle's mom would be perfect for him. She wasn't as cute as Ms. Abra, but who was? Mrs. Kinney was still slimmer and built better than my mom and she was nice looking too. Or she would be if I could get her to put on some make-up and cover up the bags under her eyes. She could help Daddy get over Mom and Daddy could help her get over her divorce and feel like a woman again. I don't know why I didn't think about it first.

Monday at school was hectic. Mr. Eddington avoided me. I tried to go to his office to tell him that I'd seen him at the park on Saturday, but it seemed like every time I saw him, he ducked away. I did see him go out to lunch with his new secretary though.

At lunch time, I ran into Ms. Abra. I think she was looking for me.

"Hi Melinda," she said. "So what was the favor you needed from me?"

"I just wanted you to help me pick out an outfit for the Harvest Festival Dance," I said.

"I'd be glad to," she smiled. "But I told you that..."

I knew right where she was going. "Ms. Abra, you're beautiful," I said. "You are probably the sexiest woman I've ever seen. Guys go nuts over you instantly..." Before I could even finish my thought she said something under her breath that stopped me in my tracks.

"I'd rather have your help than... please forgive me for saying this because I'm sure she's your friend...but, some fat art teacher who thinks she's America's Next Top Model," I said.

We looked at each other strangely. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to say that out loud. I didn't mean it to come out that way."

"I didn't mean to say what I said about your friend," I said.

"We need to talk," I said. "Can you drive me home after school? You can come to my house and look at my choices for my outfit and then maybe we could grab a bite and talk about what you said. I promise that what we talk about won't go any further than the two of us." She looked nervous but she nodded her head and walked away.

I was so excited that I felt like I was going to pee on myself. When I'd told her how attractive she was, she'd whispered, "Too bad your father doesn't think so."

After that conversation I was almost too excited to sit still for the rest of my classes. I found my concentration lapsing and I constantly watched the clock. Finally, three thirty came and I gathered my books and practically ran all the way to Ms. Abra's lab. She had her usual gang of students waiting to talk to her about something, most of whom were guys who just wanted to look at her.

I did notice that after the outing Saturday, she had a lot more freshman and sophomore admirers so we'd been successful in more than gathering specimens. That forced me to think about a few things. 

The first was that I didn't think I'd want to be that pretty. It would probably get to be a pain in the ass. All kinds of guys that you had no interest in, constantly hanging around, trying to get you to notice them.




Leave Me Breathless



That made me think about Saturday and the coldness she'd displayed to the coach. I think it made me understand her more. She'd been very polite with most of the male volunteers, but also guarded. She'd kept her face neutral and avoided smiling too much. But with the coach, it was as if she took every possible opportunity to push him away.

Then I remembered that the coach had taken every opportunity to act as if there was some type of relationship between them. He'd called her babe. And then he'd tried to call her by her first name. She'd pointedly nixed both of those attempts.

I realized then that things for her were probably worse than I'd ever imagined. But on the other hand, I'd apparently missed her interest in my dad. She'd told him her first name and when we were ready to leave, she'd called him back. She'd also allowed him to ask her a personal question, although my dad's idea of what's personal is silly.

Then she'd stood next to him as close as possible without actually touching him while he ogled her car engine. I also remembered the smile on her face as they stood there. That had, of course, made the coach come over and make a fool of himself yet again.

Remembering that sequence of events made me think seriously about trying to push her into something with my dad. I have to admit that while my dad isn't a wimp, he's also not very aggressive. With every Tom, Dick and Harry in the area going goo-goo eyed over her at first sight, what would a relationship between them mean for my dad?

"Melinda, are you okay?" asked Ms. Abra. I looked up and realized that we were alone in the room. I'd been locked into my thoughts so deeply that I hadn't realized that she'd gotten rid of all of her students and was waiting for me.

"Sorry Ma'am," I said. "I was just thinking."

"You do a lot of that don't you?" she smiled. "That's probably what makes you such a good student."

We got into her car and I decided to test her. As we pulled away from the parking lot she'd gunned her engine and the car took off with a spray of gravel behind us.

"Not bad," I said. She looked at me.

"Your car has some power, but it's smooth too. My dad couldn't have done that without everyone in the neighborhood diving away from the road. I could probably drive this car," I said.

"You don't drive you Dad's car?" she asked. I'd been analyzing both her voice and everything she did as I brought it up. Her hands had gripped the wheel tighter and there was far more tension in her legs. There was also the fact that I had spoken about cars in general. She'd been the one to bring up my dad's Mustang.

"Well, he's let me drive it," I said. "I'm the only person that he's ever let drive it. But that car scares the shit out of me. Sorry, that was an unfortunate choice of words, but it was true. My dad treats that car like it's his other child... But that thing is brutal. If the traction control isn't on, forget about it. It burns rubber every time it takes off. His previous Mustang was a manual transmission. The clutch was so tight I had trouble getting it into gear. This one is an automatic. My dad must have like race car driver reflexes because that car does like thirty five without even putting your foot on the gas."

"I don't know how my dad controls it on residential streets. And on the freeway, every time you look at the speedometer it scares you. I've only been driving for a little over a year so I don't drive fast. I took it on the freeway once and I guess I thought I was going about sixty. Our family car shakes a little bit when you go faster than sixty five. I noticed that I was passing cars like they were standing still and I looked at the speed-o and realized that I was doing ninety and the car was rock solid. It was actually purring. That pony likes to run."

By that time, we were at the house so she pulled into the driveway behind my mom's car. I opened the door and we went up to my room. I pulled out my chosen outfits and she looked at them all before commenting.

"They're all nice outfits," she began. "But I think what will really make the difference is the person in them. Melinda, you can pull any one of these off and probably be one of the best dressed women at the dance. I'd eliminate these two though, unless you have something you can use as a wrap. Even when the weather is warm during the day, it gets really chilly at night during the dance."

The sound of our voices must have carried because my mom looked into the room and then came in.

"Hello," she said. "I didn't know that you were home Melinda. Or that you had company. Ms. Abra, it's good to see you."

"Hi Theresa," said Ms. Abra. "Call me Helena. I just realized that I haven't seen you in about a week. Are you on vacation?"

"No," said my mother looking at me. "I quit. Can I get you something to eat or drink?"

"No thank you, Theresa. We're going to go out and grab something. I hadn't heard that you were quitting. Normally, we have a party when someone leaves. The decision must have been very sudden. I don't think anyone knows about it yet. But then again, I'm not really sure that I could have worked with Russell for nearly as long as you did. The man makes my skin crawl. He's worse than Coach Kleatz. Every time I stand there in front of him, I feel like he's trying to imagine what I'd look like without my clothes. You'd have to have rocks in your head, or just be a real slut to be with someone like that. I don't envy his wife."

My mother looked nervous. "Well, you two have fun," she said and went back to whatever she'd been doing.

I tried on both outfits and we agreed that the navy blue dress was the better choice. After that, I changed back into my clothes and we headed for Wendy's. As we sat down over burgers, she popped her first question.

"Melinda, if your mom is home, why didn't you just have her look at outfits with you?" she asked.

"We'll get to that later," I said. "Can we talk about the important stuff first?"

"Okay." She smiled, looking at me with amusement on her face. "Melinda, you're going to be a great prosecutor. You have a way of cutting to the heart of things." I nodded.

"I'm really not trying to be hurtful or insulting ma'am but this is important to me. So please forgive me if I step on your toes, okay?" I said. She was still looking amused.

"You like my dad, don't you?" I asked.

Suddenly, she was choking on her fries. She took a long gulp of her soda and then looked at me wide eyed.

"Of course not," she sputtered. "I'm not a home wrecker. Your dad is a married man."

I just stared at her. She nervously nibbled at her fries. "No one will ever know what we discuss here," I said, continuing to stare at her.

"Melinda, I'm thirty three years old," she began. "I've only been in love one time. It ended tragically and I've been on the shelf ever since then. It's not that I didn't want to move on, I just didn't. A few years ago, I went back to my home town and looked at my husband's relatives. I guess I was becoming lonely and I figured that maybe an apple from the same family tree might work where nothing else has. He has three brothers."

"The oldest is a drunken, wife abuser. The youngest, who's five years younger than me is a crack addict. And the middle one, who went into the military with my husband, is in jail. For a while, I wondered what my life would have been like when he came back from his military service. Would he have turned out like his brothers, or was he a one of a kind man?"

"I guess I'll never know. My sister tells me that Robert, that's the oldest brother, was an angel for the first five years of their marriage. As he got older, she said he changed and became more like their father. She never expected it the first time he punched her. She told me to hang onto my good memories but I get the impression that she thinks he'd have changed too."

"I've wanted to move on, but I react to most men the way you react to a tree. I'm not stupid, Melinda. I know that I'm attractive but then you are too. Can't you tell by the way a guy looks at you if he really likes you or he just wants something to have sex with?"

I nodded and she was right.

"I've spent my entire life trying to get past my looks," she said. "I had to work twice as hard as everyone else to prove I was interested in science. In college, no one wanted me in their groups for group assignments because they assumed I was an airhead."

"The only guy who ever looked past it, I ended up marrying. Melinda, he was funny and shy and he danced to the beat of a different drummer. Do you know what the first thing he ever said to me was?"

I shook my head.

"I was in the library with my head stuck in a book. He came over and sat down. He started writing a term paper. His paper was supposed to be typed but he was writing it. I found out later on that he always did things the way he wanted no matter what. He was a terrible typist, but he had great handwriting."

"Anyway, we'd gotten to the point where we were spending a lot of time glancing at each other. Finally he just stared at me and spoke.

"God you're ugly," he said, with the biggest smile on his face. "Want to have lunch?"

"If I'm so ugly why would you want to be seen with me?" I asked.

"My dad told me not to ever fall in love with a pretty woman," he said. "And since I want to marry you more than anything I've ever wanted in life, you have to be ugly so I'm not breaking my promise to my dad."

"He constantly surprised me," she said. "All the way to the end. And no one has affected me that way since he died until I met your dad. He's such a walking contrast. He's very handsome, but instead of being arrogant, he's shy. He's clearly confident but unlike the other fathers who were there Saturday, he didn't stand around with the other guys talking about golf. He spent the entire day running through the woods with his daughter. You could see the joy on his face when you guys found a different type of leaf or insect."

"It seemed like every God damned guy there kept coming over to me like I was supposed to fall down and worship them because they came over and used some cheesy line on me. I guess I'm supposed to be desperate because I'm a widow." She sighed and nibbled her fries again.

"Melinda, I think I am desperate. My biological clock is ticking as loud as hell. But I only intend to be married one more time in life. When I find a mate, it's till death do us part. So it has to be the right guy. And since you said this is just between us and I trust you; Yes, I really like your dad. But you have nothing to worry about. I'm not the kind of woman who goes after married men. Besides he's more interested in my car than he is in me. The whole time that we were talking, I was afraid to breathe. I've never felt like that before in my life. I was just...breathless. I wanted to touch him so badly, but I didn't dare."

She looked kind of sad as she ate more of her burger. But as sad as she looked, she also seemed to be more relaxed. It was like being able to tell someone about this had taken a lot of pressure off of her shoulders.

"I'll help you," I said as she kept her head down chewing her burger. She stopped chewing and choked again. I had to stop talking while she ate before I killed her.

"Melinda, he's married and your mother..."

"Is cheating on him," I spat loudly. "My mother was fucking Russell Eddington in my Dad's bed when I caught them. She doesn't deserve him. I won't have him hurt for anyone. They're getting a divorce. That's why she had to quit her God damned job. I can't stand her. That's why I don't ask her for advice on anything."

"And my dad will be heartbroken when he finds out. The best way for me to do this is to find someone who's better for him. Someone who can help him through the pain he's going to have when he finds out and then help him to move on."

"You're perfect for that ma'am. And the reason that he hasn't noticed you is that he really thinks he's being faithful to a woman who's worthy of him. As pretty as you are, my dad is simply not a cheater. We just have to get you guys together a few times."

I got home feeling better than I had since this whole thing had started. I felt like pulling out a cigar and saying, "I love it when a plan comes together."

I guess that's why I was surprised when the wheels started to fall off of my brilliant plan.

"Melinda, what the hell are you playing at?" asked my mother angrily. "You're right, I saw you at the park Saturday. I was afraid that you'd tell your dad. I saw you introduce him to Math and Science Barbie. Then you actually brought that bitch into my house. If you needed help picking out your clothes, that's supposed to be my job. I'm your mother."

"Did you know that she's a lesbian?" she asked. I started laughing loudly.

"She's not a lesbian," I laughed. "You probably heard that from Eddington didn't you?"

"Nope, she's not a lesbian. She's just picky about her men. She thinks that she's got more class than to be the kind of woman who'll spread her legs for any horn-dog that comes along. Besides Theresa, I was doing this for you."

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously. I knew I had her. This wasn't what I'd planned but it would probably work.

"Remember our conversation about you making things up to daddy?" I asked. She nodded excitedly. "The only way to even things out is for Daddy to have sex with someone else too. Then things will be even and we can get back to being a family. I'm tired of all of this anger Mother. I miss you."

"So if your father has sex with her a few times, this whole thing ends and you'll never tell him?" she asked. "And you'll forgive me too."

"That was the plan," I said. "But it won't work. Daddy didn't even look at her twice. He was more interested in her car than he was HER."

"I'll help you," she said. "No one knows your father better than I do. We just have to throw them together in enough situations where they actually have to touch each other. Then, when we're ready to lower the boom, we need to get your dad drunk. Let me think about it for a little while as I make dinner. We can do this." She had a big smile and held her hand up for me to high five her.

"God, she's stupid," I thought as she left the room.

The next day in school, I told Ms. Abra or Helena as I called her, since we were partners in crime, the new developments.

I also told her my mom's first idea to get the two of them together. We were supposed to have a party that doubled as a practice dance for the harvest festival dance. It was mostly so the younger students could learn to dance before the big festival. Most kids were great at dance club style dancing, but had little experience with partner dancing of the type that would be done at the harvest festival. I got Helena to sign up as a chaperone and told her I'd work on getting my dad to do it too.

Once there, I'd manipulate them into dancing with each other and we'd all be one step closer to getting the two of them together. The funniest thing was that my mom had been the one who came up with the idea. It was almost like the cheating bitch was cutting her own throat.

As the night of the practice dance got closer, I noticed that my mom got more and more excited. I was still barely talking to her, but I did talk to her about the plan. She had some interesting ideas about what to do after the practice dance.

Anyway, the night of the practice dance there was magic in the air. I allowed my mom to stick a flower in my hair as I waited for Dean to pick me up. Both Dad and I were shocked that Mom wasn't coming. Actually, I was pissed and pulled her off to the side. I'd actually thought it would be cool to have her there and make her watch as Dad danced with Helena. I wanted to enjoy seeing her squirm as she watched a woman who was younger than her, better built than her and prettier than her, did her God damnedest to arouse my dad, right in front of her.

Both Helena and I agreed that my mom simply didn't love my dad. For all of her claims that she did, she'd struck out. The first strike was her infidelity. If she loved him, she wouldn't have cheated on him. Strike two was her refusal to come clean when she was caught. The final strike was the fact that not only was she willing to let him have sex with another woman; she was willing to help with the planning and execution of the act. She had no business with my dad. If she loved him as much as she claimed, she should have been in tears at the thought of him having sex with someone else.

I glared at her in the kitchen with dad upstairs and Dean waiting in the living room.

"Why aren't you coming?" I asked. "Get your ass upstairs and get dressed NOW!"

"Melinda, you don't want me there," she said. "Think about it Honey. You're the one with the analytical mind. You know how shy your father is. There's no way he'd dance with Helena if I'm there. He'd look at it as an insult to me. And secondly, you're going to have to convince him that Helena is lonely and upset because no one else will dance with her. Other than that, he won't go near her no matter how beautiful she is."

I had to admit that the bitch was right. I hadn't given any thought to how to get him to dance with her. What I didn't understand was that my mother had out witted me. Shit, I was only eighteen. I couldn't keep up with all of the factors. And she was one sneaky bitch.

As Dean and I drove to the dance, he tried to make conversation. My mind was on other things though. There were so many things that could go wrong. I reached out and held Dean's hand. He was so lucky. His easy going personality reminded me of my dad. That was one of the reasons why I loved him so much. Dean had the same ability to commit to a cause or an idea or a person that my dad had.

But unlike my dad, Dean would never have to worry about the woman he loves cheating on him. Except for the fact that the parking lot was filling up after dark, the school didn't look any different. We'd stopped off at Dean's house so his dad could take pictures of us while his mom chewed her cud. Okay, I take that back. It was insulting to imply that his mom was a cow. As a matter of fact, I want to apologize to any cows who are insulted by my callous comparison.

As we made our way to the door I heard a powerful rumble of an engine and smiled.

"Wow, that must be your dad's Mustang," said Dean. I laughed and shook my head.

"No Honey, that's not my dad," I said. A few seconds later we heard an even lower, even louder rumble and the driver gunned his engine as he drove into the parking lot.

"Now that's my Dad's Mustang," I said.

The two cars pulled up together and actually parked near Dean's Toyota. I'm sure most people saw it as a coincidence to see the GTO and my Dad's Mustang GT pull up at the same time and park next to each other, but to me it was more of an omen. I saw it as a sign from the powers that be that they had not only authorized but blessed this union.

I watched as Ms. Abra looked across her car at my dad. My dad fumbled with his keys. From nowhere, Coach Kleatz ran up to Helena's car and tried to open the door for her. Since the door was locked he tried again and then again. She rolled down her window and asked him what he was doing.

"I'm just opening your door babe," he smiled. "I'm trying to be a God damned gentleman here. I figured that since we're going to spend a lot of the evening rubbing bellies and if we're lucky a lot of the night after that, we may as well start out on a good note."

"We aren't starting out on any kind of note," she said icily. "We're not even starting out on the same song. Your comment about rubbing bellies was inappropriate for the workplace. I could easily start a sexual harassment case against you if..."

"Hi Helena," said my dad. "I hate to disturb you, but I was hoping you could show me where the gym is."




Leave Me Breathless



"Aren't you the football coach?" he asked Coach Kleatz. He stuck out his hand to shake. "I've heard that the team is looking good. People are saying that you guys might even win a game this year."

The locks on Helena's car popped open and she stepped out of the car. It was as if every head in the parking lot snapped around at the same time. Helena was wearing an off white sheath dress that molded itself to her curves. Around her neck was a strand of pearls and her hair, like mine, had a big flower tucked into one side.

She looked into my dad's eyes and said, "Hi Jim. I'd love to show you around. In fact, they like it when the chaperones work in teams. That way, if we see anything bad going on, especially hanky-panky, one of us can handle the girl and the other, gets the boy. Just let me get my purse."

She leaned back into the car and grabbed an expensive looking, off white, leather clutch.

She took my Dad's arm and they walked into the building together. I grabbed Dean's hand and dragged him off behind them. I had to see what happened next.

I noticed a lot of people looking at them both as they walked in. Helena may as well have had a target painted on her. Most of the women there immediately hated her. She set all new paradigms as soon as she stepped into the building. Her effect was especially pronounced among the women.

Most of the staff and volunteer mothers had seemingly agreed that the differences between them and the nubile young students was simply the age difference. They'd accepted that once they reached a certain age, they'd grown out of that hot and sexy look. It wasn't that they weren't attractive; they were simply attractive in a different way.

Then along came Helena and everything changed. She was at least as sexy and as slim as any of the students and as old as most of the mothers at the same time. She turned all of their compromises and rules on their ear.

And she and my dad looked like they belonged together. I was proud of the way my dad had stepped in to help her out with the coach, who was still trailing behind them angrily.

"Okay, we're here and you're safe," smiled my dad. I got a bad feeling as he turned to walk away.

"Jim," she said softly. "Where are you going?"

"Uhm, I just wanted to get you away from the guy who was pestering you," he said. "I'm going to go and check on Kit."

She took his arm again. "You rescued me, so now you're stuck with me. Besides, you've done a great job with Melinda. It's time to let her have some space. She's a smart, independent woman. I think it's us who needs some TLC." My dad looked confused but he sat down at a table with her.

Then what I thought was another wheel coming off of my plan happened. We all heard the sound of a car revving its engine coming from my Dad's jacket.

He smiled and pulled out his iPhone. Helena looked across from me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh hi Honey," he said. "Are you feeling better?" Then he laughed and he listened and got quiet.

I was sure he was going to go running home to her, check and checkmate. The bitch had beaten me. But at least I'd gotten him to notice Helena.

He gestured for me to come over near him.

"I'm in trouble," he said. "Your mom says that Helena is depressed because only jerks ask Helena out. I've seen that coach, Honey. He's an asshole. Your mom says I should dance with her. How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"You'll do fine Tiger," I said. "Just be yourself. After all you're only asking her to dance, not to marry you."

For some reason the DJ wasn't fully set up yet, but he put a song on and lots of people headed for the dance floor. Dean and I went out and danced and as he swirled me around the floor I couldn't help but keep watch on our table.

As Dean and I returned to the table a man came over and asked Helena if she'd like to dance.

"I'd love to," she said cheerfully. "But I've already promised all of my dances to someone. He hasn't asked me yet though."

"He must be an idiot," said the man.

Before Helena could say anything, the DJ put on another song.

All we heard was a warbling female voice with a beautiful Irish lilt to it.

The daylight's fading slowly

The time with you is standing still

I'm waiting for you only

The slightest touch and I feel weak

"Come on Jim, they're playing our song," said Helena.

"We have a song?" asked my dad.

As they went out onto the dance floor, I listened to the song. When the singer got to the chorus, I couldn't help but giggle a bit. Helena was definitely on her game.

So go on, go on

Come on leave me breathless

Tempt me, tease me

'Till I can't deny this

Loving feeling

Let me long for your kiss

Go on, go on

Come on leave me breathless

They danced and although my dad seemed confused at first, he had a smile on his face. I realized then that things were going to be alright.

As I watched Helena, I knew that he was in good hands. She'd started out dancing very formally with him. But she very slowly, yet deliberately, pulled him in. When they weren't dancing together, they sat at the table and laughed and talked. Helena was in heaven. She practically glowed. There were men all over the place trying to catch her eye but she kept both of them firmly on my dad. She caught me watching her and silently mouthed, "Breathless," to me. 

Even though my poor daddy didn't realize it, he was having a nearly perfect first date. We'd only been there for about three hours when the fantasy came to an end. Someone must have spiked the punch, because Coach Kleatz was angry and drunk. He headed towards our table and Helena.

Helena was talking and leaning towards my dad. The hulking form of Coach Kleatz loomed over them. He stood there glowering as they laughed.

"Helena, get up and dance with me," he demanded. "This guy has monopolized you the whole God damned night."

"You've got it wrong Mr. Kleatz," she said. "I've been monopolizing him. Do you have any idea of how many women wanted to dance with him? And he's turned them all down."

As anger flashed across the face of the coach, my dad stood up and put himself between Helena and the coach.

"Look buddy," gushed the coach. "I know it's rough and I feel for you. But just because Eddington is screwing your wife, it doesn't mean that you get to move in on my woman, and I..."

My dad's fist rocketed into the coach's face so quickly that the coach never saw it coming. The punch was so hard that it lifted the coach off of his feet and knocked him on his ass out cold. Confusion, anger and pain all competed for a spot on my dad's face. He looked around him in total confusion.

I had no idea what to say or do. This had never been considered in my plans. I never considered that anyone but me would ever tell my dad about what was going on. Unexpectedly though, a jealous, drunken asshole had ruined everything.

Just when I thought that there was no possible way for things to get any worse, the bottom dropped out. Three police officers pushed their way through the crowd and came after my dad.

He held his hands out so they could cuff him and they just looked at him.

"Sir, are you James Carson?" asked the first officer. My dad nodded his head. I could tell he was still in shock.

"Sir, we need you to come with us, please," said the officer.

"Do I have to wait until we get to the station to call my lawyer?" asked my dad. The cops looked at him like he was crazy.

"Sir, no one cares about you knocking that drunk out," said the officer. "This is a private party. It's up to security to handle fights on the premises. Unless we're called, we don't care. We came to get you because your wife has been involved in an accident."

"Did she fall?" asked my dad.

"She was involved in a car accident," said the officer. "She was not the driver. The man with her has uhm...very serious injuries too."

"We'll follow you there, Jim," said Helena. I was glad that she'd taken over because I was still in shock and feeling so bad for my daddy.

Everything I'd planned, all of my schemes had been designed and intended to make sure that he endured as little pain as possible. It had all blown up in my face.

Dean and Helena pulled me out of the school with everyone staring at us. Helena threw me her keys and told me to follow her. She got into my Dad's car and took off after the police. The tires chirped very loudly but she soon got it under control. I followed her as she'd asked and Dean was behind me.

The thing I wondered the most was how the hell my mother ended up in a car accident. She was supposed to be staying home.

The three of us went into the waiting area near the emergency room. We were directed to a waiting room on the third floor that was near the operating rooms. That bothered me. And as analytical as my mind is, it made me question myself. Here I was waiting for my mom to come out of surgery and my only concerns were for my father and how this would affect my plans for him.

Dean was, of course, very supportive as usual. The thing that shocked me the most was Helena. I guess I expected her to be a neutral bystander or at most a concerned friend. But she was clearly upset and we didn't know yet what was going on. I hugged her and told her that things were going to be fine.

As we sat down, I noticed a woman and two small children come into the room. The woman said, "Hello," to Helena and sat down on the other side of the room.

Helena barely acknowledged the woman's presence. She kept her eyes locked on the door.

As I sat there, I ran all possible permutations of the events through my mind and saw how their possible outcomes might affect what I had to do. The nightmare scenario for me would be if somehow this accident drew my mom and dad back together. I could see them having tear-filled conversations by her bedside and him agreeing to forgive her if she just got better. Then she'd tell him that I knew about it all along. That could ruin my relationship with the person I loved most. This whole thing, despite my careful planning, had developed into the worst shit-storm imaginable.

The door to the surgery suites and the hallway between them swung open. A doctor came out followed by my dad. Before I even realized that the door was open, Helena was on her feet and moving towards Dad. She wrapped her arms around him and he put one of his arms around her waist while continuing to speak to the doctor.

The thing I noticed the most was the look on his face. My dad was trying to hold it together but he was clearly very angry. I got up to move closer to them so I could hear what they were talking about. As I got closer, I heard parts of the conversation.

I heard the doctor say. "...Head slammed into the center console beneath the airbag."

I also heard, "...Will probably need reconstructive surgery if she pulls through."

Another one I heard only part of, "...Can't figure out why her head was down there."

Then I heard, "...Jaw slammed shut and bit it clean off." That last one filled in the pictures for me. I'm probably a monster because I turned on my heel and ran out of the waiting room. I found the nearest rest room on the floor and made sure it was empty. Then I just exploded in laughter. It took me a good five minutes of hysterical laughter before I could put a serious expression back on my face. I was just remembering when I'd called him, "Dick-less," during our argument in his office.

When I went back into the waiting room, I heard a mild argument going on.

"I'm telling you right now that if you do this your way, you're going to go through life with a lot of regrets." My dad was standing up and Helena was holding his hand and telling him to sit back down.

"But I don't care," he said. "She's covered under my health plan. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to talk to her. I just want her out of my life."

She pulled him back down into the chair next to her and he didn't resist. "Honey, I know you don't want to talk to her and that's why I want you to. If you truly want her out of your life...well that's really not going to happen. It can't," she said. He turned and looked at her and she hugged him.

"If you walk out of this hospital and plan on never seeing her again or speaking to her again, it still won't work. Maybe you can find a way to let your lawyers handle everything so you never have to say another word to her. Either you'll get the house or she will and the two of you will never see each other ever again, just like in one of those internet divorce stories, right?"

He nodded his head.

"It won't work, Jim," she said. I noticed that my dad was calming down as she spoke. I also noticed that the woman on the other side of the room was listening to every word she spoke as well.

"This is the real world and when two people have been together for a long time they forge connections. The most important of those connections is that you have a beautiful daughter together and she has a lot of events in her life that the two of you will probably at least run into each other at.

"Are you telling me that you won't go to Melinda's wedding because her mother will be there? Or are you telling me that you're so cruel a person that you'd refuse to allow the woman who gave birth to her the privilege of seeing her only daughter's wedding?" My dad stuck his lip out and folded his arms across his chest.

Helen just looked at him and took his hand back, locking it inside of hers. "I wasn't done holding that hand yet," she said.

"No matter how you feel about her, there's another problem," she began again. "Even if you do lock her out of your life and avoid her there's the concept of resolution. Shrinks like to call it closure. I don't like that term because when you're dealing with people and emotions, nothing really ever closes. Five or ten years from now, even when you've resolved everything, there will still be fifty or sixty questions you just don't know the answers to. But for your own sake, so you don't go through the rest of our life doubting yourself, you have to talk to her."

Shit, I thought. I'd been worried about Helena not being aggressive enough and about my dad being equally wimpy. Now events had moved so quickly that I was gone for five minutes and I no longer knew what the hell was going on. Helena was talking about the rest of their life as if it was a foregone conclusion that they were going to spend it together. And my dad wasn't arguing with her. This was exactly what I'd wanted to happen, but the sequence of events was nowhere near what I'd planned.

I guess I shouldn't be upset because all I wanted was to get my dad away from my cheating mom. I wanted to set him up with someone who would love him and be worthy of his love and it looks like he's going to end up with the right woman. I just need to make sure all of the pieces fall into place...

On second thought, I'm done meddling. Let's let the universe sort this out. Life seems to have a way of making things right in the end.

"Now, you're too nervous and too keyed up," said Helena. "Stop drinking coffee, as a matter of fact, I want you to go out and just take a nice long drive to calm down. Then come back here to me and we'll wait this out together. You said she was going to be in surgery for about another hour, right. She'll have to be in recovery for at least that. So you take some time. But you don't get to just blow this off. I want you back here in an hour."

"But what about...?" he began.

"Melinda and I are here," she said. "We can fill out any forms or do anything else that needs to be done." I smiled at him as he looked at me. He came over and gave me one of his huge hugs. I went over and sat down next to Helena.

"Go drive dad," I said. "Helena is right. Driving your car always relaxes you."

As my dad headed for the door, the woman across the room reached out and grabbed his sleeve. "I'm really sorry for your pain," she said sadly. My dad nodded his head. I don't think he even noticed what the woman had said to him. It was then that I recognized her. She was Russell Eddington's wife.

Helena started talking as soon as I sat down. "Melinda, I thought you were the grand schemer," she said. "But your mother has you beat. She out maneuvered us all. She fooled your dad into thinking that she was sick so she wasn't at the dance. She told you that if she was there that your dad would be too shy to dance with me, right?" I nodded, trying to figure out where she was going.

"The phone call that your dad got, when we got to the dance, was her," said Helena.

"I know that much," I said. "I was glad that she called because it was her that got my dad to dance with you."

"Don't be," said Helena. "She called him to make sure that both you and he were at the dance, so she could sneak off to fuck Russell. Apparently, they were going to a motel this time, because you caught them at your house last time. She didn't know what time you were going to be home and she didn't want to take the chance of getting caught again. From what the doctor said, and the police report that they filed at the scene, your mom was performing oral sex on Russell while they drove to the motel."

"Apparently, he lost control of the car or he just wasn't watching the road and they slammed into a tree. The airbags worked perfectly and Russell has only one injury, but it's a big one. Okay... it's probably a small one," she laughed. "She apparently bit his you know what off. He also lost a lot of blood."

"Your mom, on the other hand, has one side of her face caved in. She has a lot of damage to those same facial muscles and a possible concussion. The force of the accident caused her jaw to snap shut so severely that it split her mandible. She also lost six of her teeth. Since she was leaning sideways she broke several ribs on one side and forced her shoulder out of the socket. She also severely twisted her spinal column. They say that it's a wonder that she didn't sever her spinal cord. They also say that it's going to take some time but they expect for her to walk again, someday."

"I can't believe that fucking bitch was going to cheat on him again," I said. "Helena, Daddy was right. We just don't need her in our lives."

"Maybe they can't help it," said the woman across the room.

"I don't understand you, ma'am," I said. "But then, I don't understand your husband either. You're a beautiful woman and you two have two adorable little girls. You're a lot more attractive than my mother is. Why the hell would he cheat on you with her?" 

"Your mother isn't the only one," she said. "But she'll probably be the last one. Helena, he never cheated with you, did he?"

"Of course not," said Helena, as if she'd been asked if she'd eat dog poop.

"But he tried didn't he?" asked his wife. Helena nodded her head.

"Russell would try to screw a snake if he could get it to hold still long enough to get his dick into it. The only good thing about him is that he's a good provider. My girls and I need that financial security. My plan was to wait until my girls were old enough to understand the situation and then divorce him. That may all be thrown up into the air now. I'm pretty sure that your dad is going to name Russell in his divorce case. I'm also sure that when that happens your mom will sue him for something. And I'm sure he's going to lose his job over this. I might need to just go ahead and try to get my piece of the pie before he's totally broke. I'm sorry for how all of this affects your family young lady, "she said.

Even as she said it, a light bulb went on in my head.

A short time later my dad came back. Dean called his parents and told them that he was on his way home. He hugged me and gave me a quick kiss and then said goodbye to everyone. My dad sat down next to me in the space that Dean had been in. I got up and sat down on the other side of him pushing him over next to Helena who immediately claimed his hand again.




Leave Me Breathless



We sat there talking about anything other than the accident. For a long time we talked. I eventually dozed off to sleep. When I woke up, a nurse was tapping me on the shoulder. I'd fallen asleep with my head on my dad's shoulder. He was asleep with his head back and Helena was in the same position I was, only on the other shoulder. She also had her arm wrapped around his as if she had no intention of letting go of him. It seemed strange that I don't remember my mother ever holding on to him that tightly. Maybe if she had, the side of her face wouldn't be caved in.

"She's out of recovery now," said the nurse. "Can you wake your mother and father and tell them that she's awake but she can only have visitors for a few moments and you'd better move quickly, because with the amount of pain killers they gave her, she'll be asleep soon."

I shook my dad and Helena awake, thinking about how the nurse had called them, "My mother and father." It actually felt right. 

We took the elevator up to the fifth floor. The nurse there told us that we could go in one at a time and stay for about five minutes. My dad headed for the door. And Helena grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

"Jim, don't go in there angry. She's just come out of surgery so she's in a lot of pain already. This is not the time to just unload on her. Just go in and say hi. Can you do that for me?" He balled up his fists and finally opened them and nodded his head. Helena was amazing.

My dad went into the room. He was gone for about fifteen seconds and came right back. I went in then. One side of her face was completely enclosed in a bandage. She had tubes that delivered medication going to one arm. Her shoulder on the other side was in a sling and they had her in some kind of frame that kept her spine straight and made sure she didn't roll over during the night.

There was some kind of metal Halo attached to her head that ran from the top to the bottom and prevented her from opening her mouth. I guess she'd need that until her jaw healed.

Her eyes moved with me as I walked around the room. "Hi Mommy," I said. "How do you feel?" A sound that was halfway between a grunt and a whine came out of her mouth. 

"I told you if you cheated on him again that bad things would happen to you. But you didn't listen, so you deserve what you got. And what you're getting is a divorce. Mom, since we're the only ones in the room, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I was never going to let this slide. That was my plan all along. Ever since I first caught you, I started looking for someone to take care of Dad when I go off to college. Helena is perfect for him. I appreciate the help you gave me in getting them together. It looks like she can take it from here."

Her eyes got bigger and it looked like she was trying to say something but the metal circle prevented her jaw from moving. It looked like just attempting to move it caused her pain though.

"You should be grateful to her though. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have even come in here to see you," I said. She was looking at me angrily. "Mom, don't be upset with me. This wasn't my doing. Although I wish I'd thought of it. Dad knows about you and Eddington, but it wasn't me who told him."

"He found out about it just before the police came to get us. Guess what, it wasn't the police either. It was Coach Kleatz. The Coach was pissed about Daddy and Helena. He got drunk and told Daddy that he shouldn't be trying to hog all of the time with Helena because Eddington was screwing you. Daddy knocked him out. He knocked him on his ass in front of the whole school including the guys on his team."

"That got me to wondering. How exactly would the coach have known that you were doing Eddington? The coach and the principal aren't exactly friends. You did the coach too didn't you Mom?"

I looked in her eyes and she couldn't face me. I just shook my head. "What are you doing Mom? Are you trying to set yourself up as some kind of specialty whore, who reserves herself for scumbags?"

"Well, I guess my five minutes are up. I probably won't be coming by to see you very often. So see ya."

When I got back outside, Dad took my hand. "Thanks for everything Helena," he said. "I don't think I could have done this without you. I've thought a lot about what you said and it makes sense, but I'm just not sure I can do that. The whole talking to her thing; I'm not sure I could pull it off. Even now when she's not in the room, I feel like strangling her. And that asshole Eddington...." He took a deep breath to calm down.

"Anyway, I'm sorry if my problems ruined your evening. Come on Kit. Let's go home," he said. "Did you drive my car here?"

"Helena did," I said. "I drove her car. Remember, she handed you your keys."

"Have you still got my keys, Melinda?" asked Helena. I nodded. "Okay we'll see you at the house." My dad's mouth dropped open but he'd been listening to her all evening, so he just went along with it.

When we got to the house, I just went up and changed and went to bed. I could hear the two of them talking even as I fell asleep. When I woke the next morning, I showered and went down to grab something to eat. My dad was asleep and purring on the couch. I heard movement in the kitchen. I went in and Helena was standing in front of the stove. She had two frying pans going. In one she was frying bacon. In the other she was making pancakes.

What amazed me the most was what she was wearing. She had on my dad's U of M sweatshirt and nothing else. I was sure she was wearing underwear but, I wouldn't have bet on it.

"I borrowed a couple of things from you," she said. "I didn't want to wake you."

"I can't fit any of your mom's things." That solved the underwear question.

"Why didn't you borrow some jeans or a skirt?" I asked. She arched her eyebrow and I got it. She wanted my dad to see her in some of the things he loved most.

"We were up talking all night," she said. "He's really upset. The two of us are going to have to help him through this. Melinda, I told him all about ME last night. I think that he's a bit upset with me."

"Why would he be upset with you?" I asked.

"Because I need to be honest with him," she said. "I don't want any secrets between us. So I had to let him know that I wasn't just at the dance for the hell of it. I had to go ahead and tell him that I've been pretty much stalking him since I first met him at the specimen hunt in the woods. I guess that made him see me as something like your mother. I think he really believes that I'd go after a married man. The only way for me to let him know that I'm really not that bad would have been to let him know who told me that he was probably available. And I couldn't do that without ratting you out."

If I hadn't been sure of her belonging with my dad, it was that statement that convinced me. She not only belonged with my dad, she belonged with us. "Don't worry, Helena," I said. "We'll all come clean after breakfast." She nodded her head and held up the fork that she'd been turning the bacon with and the spatula that she'd been doing the pancakes with. I took the fork. I'm terrible at making pancakes.

After breakfast, Helena borrowed a pair of my sweat pants. Naturally she picked the blue ones and they matched daddy's sweatshirt that she refused to surrender. She packed a lunch and with Daddy arguing and complaining the whole way, took us out of the house for a picnic.

We ended up back in the woods in the same place that we'd had the specimen hunt. The three of us talked the whole time and I admitted everything. Helena also admitted to my dad that she had the hots for him. The saddest part was seeing that my dad was still angry, but that he simply hadn't gotten over what my mom had done. There were several times when he told Helena how pretty she was and even said "I'd be crazy about you if I wasn't..." we all knew what he meant.

Helena asked me why Dean wasn't there and I reminded her that it was Sunday and that he'd have to be in church until at least early afternoon. When we left the park and headed home, we got a call from the hospital. Mom was awake and badly wanted to see my dad. He gave the nurse, Grandma's phone number and we went home. We stopped off at Helena's apartment, because she needed clothes.

"How long are you staying?" my dad asked. She arched that eyebrow again. We watched movies and relaxed for the rest of the day. Dean joined us after he got out of church. We sat there and watched movies and talked and laughed and ate. I did notice that Helena was never more than a few inches away from my dad.

The next day, we all went back to the real world. I had assignments to turn in and a test to take. The whole day people kept looking at me. The guys on the team kept walking up to me and yelling or laughing. 

"Pow," they said. They were throwing pretend punches too.

I didn't find out what was going on until almost lunch time. No one knew what had actually gone on at the dance. Not many people heard what coach Kleatz had said to my dad, but everyone saw the results. The strange thing was that no one realized it until this morning but Coach Kleatz was in the hospital too. When he'd landed on his ass, he'd broken his coccyx.

The assistant coach was holding practice. Near the end of the day we were all called into the auditorium for an assembly. The assistant principal explained to us that Principal Eddington had been involved in an accident over the weekend and would be hospitalized for the near future. She told us that we would continue to work as if he were still here because that's what he'd have wanted. She told us to keep him in our prayers, which made me glad that I didn't pray.

One person did ask how long he'd be gone. And she told us that she didn't know but that he would be back as soon as possible. Another person asked the extent of his injuries. That set me to laughing. I didn't say it but the thought that went through my mind was that the extent of his injuries was about six inches.

I got home and looked through the refrigerator. I had cooked dinner once or twice before so I decided that I would make dinner. I had plenty of time because Daddy wouldn't get home from work for at least another ninety minutes. I was really surprised when I heard a car pull up.

I was even more surprised to hear someone knock on the door. I opened it and there stood Helena. I just moved out of the way and she came in.

She went into the kitchen and looked around. "What are you making," she asked.

"Burgers," I smiled. "I'll get them ready and let daddy grill them when he gets back from his run."

"He runs?" she asked. I just nodded. "Okay, what are we making for sides?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "How about a nice big salad?" she asked. "We'll mix in some of everything we can find and if you don't like something, you just don't put it on your plate."

"That's a good idea," I said. She got out a big bowl and we chopped up vegetables and onions and mushrooms.

"Do you think he'd mind if I ran with him?" she asked.

"I think he'd love it," I said. And she did. When my dad got home she was waiting for him in workout clothes and I'm sure he noticed how great she looked. They came home and took showers and we all had dinner together. During dinner, we talked and we avoided the gorilla in the room. Helena mentioned that her car was making a funny sound and she lost power sometimes. After dinner, Daddy pulled her car into the garage and went to work on it. Helena pulled out her reading glasses and started checking her papers in the garage near him.

My grandmother called and asked if she could come over. Dad told her that she was always welcome. When she got there, Helena went upstairs and took a long bath. My grandmother wanted to know why Dad hadn't been at the hospital Sunday or that day. She looked at me and asked me if my dad had prevented me from visiting my mother.

Apparently Mom hadn't told her mother anything. "I know she was in an accident, Jim, and she wrecked a car. But it isn't even your car. Why are you so angry at her?"

As my dad explained the situation and the details of the accident to my grandmother, she almost passed out. She apologized to my dad and he explained that he was making sure that she got the best care possible, but he was still too angry and too hurt to go and visit her. My grandmother left after that and still looked shaken as she got into her car and drove away.

A week later, we all attended the Harvest festival dance together, me with Dean, of course, and Dad with Helena. If I'd thought that she'd looked spectacular at the practice dance, it was nothing compared to the actual dance.

The biggest difference was the way they were treated. Everyone simply knew they were a couple. Not one guy came over to ask her to dance. I think there were two reasons for that. The first was because she never let go of my dad the whole night. She even held his hand while they ate. And the second was because people were still talking about what happened to the coach. I heard a couple of the guys say, "Dude if you ask her to dance, that guy will knock you out."

It was a perfect evening. It allowed Helena to come out of her shell and really show people how friendly, charming and funny she could be. She didn't have to worry about guys hitting on her constantly, with my dad there. And her smile and the light in her eyes tripled. Of course, most of the time she was smiling at him, but that was the way it should be.

Even after the dance was history, she had simply changed. She no longer needed to hide behind the lab coats and dorky safety glasses, so there were a lot more guys crashing into walls. But every night, she was home waiting for my dad and sometimes she even drove out to the plant he worked at, as if she couldn't wait for them to be together again.

That was the way that things went for the next few weeks. Both dad and Helena told me that they'd take me to the hospital if I wanted to go. Dad also told me that if I wanted to go alone that I was more than welcome to use either Mom's car or the jeep that Dad drove during the winter.

As far as Helena went, the two of them were almost never apart. They were only away from each other when they were at work and of course, while they slept. Their romance, if you could call it that, was strictly high school level. I don't think I ever saw them kiss. I knew how Helena felt about my dad but I wasn't sure how he felt about her until one night he got home and she wasn't there. He didn't ask me anything so I decided not to tell him. He looked all over the house and then looked outside. He still didn't say anything so I didn't volunteer any information.

I did however secretly take a video of him looking all over the house and him repeatedly looking out of the window.

When she finally showed up, he pretended that everything was fine. "Oh hi," he said, and headed out to the garage. Helena looked at me strangely.

"What did I do?" she asked. I told her.

"Why didn't you tell him we had parent/teacher conferences today?" she asked.

"Because it's time," I said.

"Time for what?" she asked.

"Helena, my dad is in limbo. It's time for him to re-enter the world. He doesn't even think about Mom. She's been in the hospital for over a month and we've never gone to see her."

"I'll take you to see her if you want," said Helena.

"Hell no," I said. "I don't want to see her."

"Maybe he doesn't either," she said. Even as I watched the expression on her face as she said it, I knew that her hackles were up and she was getting ready to fight for my dad."

"Calm down Helena, but we both know that he needs to start some kind of divorce proceedings or something. He can't just forget about her and hope she'll go away. She's been emailing me daily and I'm sure she's emailing him too. As soon as she can talk, she'll probably start calling. And then, there's you two," I said.

"What about us?" she asked. Her cheeks turned red and she blushed even as she said it.

"Helena, he really likes you, a lot," I said. "Do you know that?"

"Well, I more than like him," she said.

"Exactly," I told her. "But he's afraid to admit that he feels the same way about you."

"How do we know he does?" she asked. "Maybe he just thinks of me as a family friend." I showed her the video I'd just taken of him wandering around the house looking in every room and checking the window every few seconds.

"What was he looking for?" she asked smiling.

"You, Helena," I smiled. "He won't admit it. But he missed you something awful. So it's time for him to stop pretending and move on with his life."

"Hold that thought," she said. "It IS time." I watched as she went through the kitchen and out the connecting door into the garage. My dad was leaning over his car doing something. I have no idea what he does with that car all of the time. I think he talks to it. But she tapped him on the shoulder and he straightened up. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. At first, he just stood there but then his arms went around her as well and he started kissing her back. Watching the two of them made me wish that I wasn't such a good girl and that Dean and I hadn't taken that chastity pledge. I got weak in the knees just watching them.

Principal Eddington returned to school the next day. And the coach came in the following week. The coach walked bent over and very slowly. Eddington never left his office. He had a new secretary too. It was his wife. She smiled at me every time I passed her in the halls. She asked about Mom and I had to tell her that I hadn't seen her.

She asked me how my dad was doing and I think she really cared. After all, she'd been through what he was going through herself, so she knew how painful it was. I think they were all waiting to see what my dad was going to do. Even Eddington himself asked me about my dad. I had to tell him that it would be at least another week before Mom could get the metal brace off of her face and try to talk. Her back was less painful and she'd begun to regain the feeling in her legs. The bruises had gone down on her face but her cheek bones on the right side of her face had been crushed and she was definitely going to have to have reconstructive surgery. I'd learned all of that from my grandmother who called often and asked us to visit my mom.

It just seemed like everything was waiting for my dad's decision and his plan of action. Eddington knew that if my dad mentioned him in the divorce, his career would be over. My mom would probably try to sue him and successful or not, just the mention of what had gone on between them would damage his career even further.

Coach Kleatz was afraid of me and stayed as far as he could away from Helena. He acted as if my dad would come out of the woodwork and hit him again. He did write Helena a letter apologizing to her for his behavior and promising to leave her alone. I think the biggest problem for him was that he'd always been in his mind the tough guy around the school. And a lot of his players were still laughing at him behind his back.

Helena and my dad were in a holding pattern too. She practically lived with us, but they didn't sleep together. They may as well have because there were so many nights that I'd get up to get a drink and find them asleep on the couch together, still fully dressed but clutching each other as if their lives depended on it.

Finally the tension ended. I picked up the phone without thinking about it and heard my mother's voice. "Hello Melinda, is your father available?" After my shock wore off, I handed the phone to him.

Even as he answered the phone, his back straightened out and his entire manner changed. He said a couple of words and then hung the phone up.




Leave Me Breathless



Helena grabbed his hand and he smiled nervously. "I guess there's no point in putting this off anymore. Let the battle begin."

He went to see her the next day. From what he told me later, and what I learned from Grandma, when he walked into the room she'd been sitting up straight in her bed. She's lost some weight and had make-up on her face to reduce the effects of the bruising and the disfiguration. She went on the aggressive, as usual, only to find out that it wouldn't work anymore.

"James, I'm saddened that you couldn't manage to come and see me one time until now," she said. "How are we supposed to fix our marriage if we don't talk? I realize that I made a huge mistake and it will take us a great deal of time to get over it. In fact, I don't think that we can get over it alone. I have a therapist here in the hospital. She does do some family therapy. I think that the next time you come over, perhaps you should bring Melinda and we should have a session with her."

My dad didn't say a word. He just put a stack of papers down on her bed near her. She looked at the papers and started crying. "No," she said. "We're not doing this. We need to talk about it."

"Okay, Theresa talk," he said. "Talk to me about why you did this to us. Talk to me about how our daughter found you and that asshole, in our bed, in our house. Talk to me about how an eighteen year old girl had to try to save her father from getting his heart broken and then had to put all of the pieces back together when I found out anyway. Talk to me about how that asinine coach knew about what you were doing with Eddington. Talk to me about how Melinda caught you and you swore you'd stop but yet again you started up with him. Talk to me about how a grown woman would give that asshole a blow job while he was driving her around. Go ahead...Talk."

"Jim, I'm sorry," she whined. "We have to get by this. I'll never do it again. I swear it."

"You told Melinda that same thing," he said. "I guess there's nothing left to talk about. Get a lawyer Theresa."

The very next day my mom was served with her official divorce papers in her hospital room. According to my Grandma, who was there, a woman who looked like a college girl came into the room. She was chewing gum and carrying a file folder. "Theresa Carson?" she asked. My mom expected it and just held out her hand. That began the fight. Over the next few weeks, they fought. They sent charges back and forth.

My mom refused to agree to the divorce and even mounted counter charges. She claimed that dad had moved his own lover into the house, which was technically true. Helena felt awful about it. The day after the accusation came down; she went back to her apartment for the first time in months. My dad went and got her and brought her back to the house. He told her that she belonged with us and nowhere else.

The battle raged for weeks. I finally couldn't take it anymore. I asked my dad when his next meeting with Mom and her lawyers was. He told me the very next day. I went and saw Mom that evening. I explained to her that she'd lost Dad. There was simply no way he'd ever take her back. The best thing possible for her would be if they could at least be civil.

Things had gone so far back and forth that Dad had taken back his original settlement offer. He now offered her nothing. He basically just wanted to say, "Fuck you. Get out of my house." Dad wanted the house, full custody of me and for Mom to never bother him again. He refused to pay her for ruining his life. He was also going after Eddington for everything he could.

I invited Mr. Eddington and his wife to the meeting. I sat there at a long table with Dad and Helena on one end. Mom and her lawyers were on the other and Mr. Eddington and his wife along one side.

I gave them my plan. My plan called for Mr. Eddington to pay Mom alimony for four years and re-hire her as his secretary. That way, Mom could go back to college and pick up some skills so when the alimony ran out she'd be able to support herself. Dad got the house, Mom got to keep her car and she took over the lease of Helena's apartment. In exchange for this, Dad agreed not to sue or mention Mr. Eddington in the divorce and Mom didn't try to bring about her fraudulent sexual harassment case.

"I could go for that," said Eddington. His wife looked relieved. She smiled at me and told me I was going to be a great lawyer someday. It was a good deal for the Eddingtons. Paying my mom for four years would be expensive, but not nearly as expensive as either one of the lawsuits my parents would have brought. He also got to keep his job. Neither my dad nor my mom looked convinced.

"It just doesn't seem right," said my dad. "It's like they got to destroy my life and my family for free. Theresa just gets to walk away without any problems and no penalty. And he gets to just walk away and keep his career."

"I won't agree to this at all," said my mother. "I'm not giving up my family. I admit that I was wrong but I was coerced. Eddington was in charge. He was a person in authority. I had no choice. If I hadn't gone along with it, I could have lost my job. I'm too old to start over. I want my life and my family back."

"Shut up Mother," I snapped. "You need to accept this deal so we can all move on. Mr. Eddington may have been your boss, but you're forgetting that I was the one who caught you and if I testify what I heard and saw, your case goes down the tubes. You're also forgetting the fact that in the accident, you no longer worked for Mr. Eddington, so there was no coercing anyone."

"There are two other things you need to consider. The first is that all it would take is a word from me to have Daddy take you off of his health care account. Without that, you'd never come up with the money you need to get your face fixed. You'd have to go through the rest of your life looking like a Picasso."

"And finally Mother, you didn't give your family away, you threw us away. We just weren't as important to you as what you were doing with Mr. Eddington, so you don't deserve us. If you push this too far, it probably won't even be possible for you to someday become friends again. Do the right thing, Mom. End some of Dad's pain. Let him go."

I turned to my father. "Dad, you're right, of course. You're the one who got hurt here. I see that. So I only have two things to tell you because even though you were right about your points, you have to look beyond this. Both Mom and Mr. Eddington ARE paying for what they did. It probably isn't enough, but they ARE paying."

"Mr. Eddington had uhm...a vital part of his anatomy taken away from him. From what I understand, it is not going to be easy for him. The reattachment surgery was unsuccessful and they're going to try to build him one from scratch like they do with transgendered people. So that's one way he's paying. He'll also have to pay Mom alimony so you don't have to."

"Isn't it enough what he'll have to go through? Or does his family have to pay too? His children deserve to be taken care of, Dad. They're victims too. If you ruin his career, you're also ruining the lives of two innocent children who haven't hurt you. He isn't going to have an easy time even if you do this. His wife can't stand the shit out of him. She'll make his life hell. And having to work with Mom every day while she blames him for losing us; won't be easy either."

"Mom is paying too, Dad. She's losing the man she claims to love and her daughter too. She's losing her home and most of her friends. Even the job that Mr. Eddington is giving her is only temporary. She's going to have to get her shit together and start her life all over. Life isn't easy for older unmarried women."

My mom started crying then.

"And if you look at it Daddy, this will be better for you in two ways too. You're getting rid of a woman that you were never going to be able to trust again. You're getting rid of a woman who cheated on you, more than once. You get to move on with your life and you never have to see her again. We both do. And in exchange for that, you get the sweetest, most beautiful, most wonderful woman, I know to share your life."

My dad smiled and hugged Helena.

"Why are you hugging her? I was talking about me," I smirked.

"Very funny, Kit," said Helena. My dad nodded his head.

"Okay I'm in," he said.

I looked at my mom. She nodded her head then lowered it and started to cry again. The lawyers agreed to write it up just as I said it. The idea of having one of the cheaters pay the other alimony was unusual but both sides were sure that they could make it work. If a judge wouldn't agree to it as written, Mr. Eddington would simply send the alimony payments to Dad, who would then pass it on to Mom.

Three days later, they met up again to sign the documents. My mom had my grandma there with her. My dad had Helena and me. And Mr. Eddington was alone.

After the documents were signed my mom tearfully reached for my dad. She asked him for a last kiss and Helena said, "No!"

It was probably about a week later that Helena came to me for a favor.

She handed me some money and the keys to her car and asked me to take Becky and Dean to the movies.

I guess I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer because I didn't get it at first. Then suddenly I understood that she wanted some alone time with my dad. I giggled and looked at her.

"You don't have to send me away," I said. "Is this something special? Are you guys experimenting already? What do you two usually do?"

"We haven't actually..."

"Oh my God," I said. "I'm outta here. I had no idea that you two hadn't..."

Things must have gone really well because the next morning both of them were smiling from ear to ear.

A few months later and here we are at the church. I'm standing here serving as both the maid of honor and giving the bride away. Shit, why shouldn't I give her away, it was me who introduced them and put them together?

The problem is that my mom just won't shut up. I'm not sure why they invited her. Maybe they wanted to rub it in her face. Maybe she just crashed the wedding. But we had to get this wedding done this week. Next week I'm heading off to college and I'm not sure how much longer Helena will fit into her wedding dress. The doctor says she may be having twins.

A few moments later the priest asks the question at the end of the wedding vows.

"Does anyone here know of any reason that this man and woman should not be wed?"

I've moved back to stand next to my mother. As she takes a breath to speak I lean over and whisper sweetly into her ear.

"Mother, if you open your mouth, I'll slap the shit out of you, right here in this church."

Okay, this is the part where I say, "And they all lived happily ever after."

The end.



Leave Me Burning



"What more do you want from me!" Nick shouted from down the hallway, slamming his fist hard on the bedroom door. "Tell me!"

Jennifer wasn't about to turn around. She kept walking, faster, harder, until she reached the arched kitchen doorway when the anger in her husband's voice exploded beyond what she could bear.

This was it. She was through with playing games. She was going to leave him.

And this time she wasn't coming back.

"I'm talking to you, Jennifer." Nick was quick to reach the end of the hallway when he grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to turn around and look at him. His once blue eyes were now dull and bloodshot. The top buttons on his dress shirt were unbuttoned and his tie was barely dangling around his neck. His breath smelled of whiskey and he reeked of cheap perfume. His light brown hair was drenched with sweat and lay messily about his head.

Jennifer stared up at her husband, the man she had once loved, the man she would have once given her life for.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she hated the man standing before her. In fact, she hated everything about him. Tonight, she wished that Nicholas Sphere had never entered into her life.

"Is it not enough that I support you financially?" Nick shouted in her face, squeezing her shoulders a little too tightly. "Is it not enough that my job enables us to travel the world?" He started shaking her. "I bought you this house. I bought you the Mercedes you love to drive." He stopped shouting long enough to give her a quick look up and down. "I even bought you that damn shirt."

"Take it then, Nick." Jennifer raised her voice to equal his own alarming tone before lifting both of her hands to his chest to push him away. "Take it all. I don't want any of it. I just want to leave." She broke free from his grip by slamming her fists into the center of his chest.

Nick stumbled backward, although managed to catch himself against the gannet built-in-bar behind him. But after a few awkward maneuvers, he lurched unsteadily, only to fall face first on the hard-wood flooring.

Jennifer instinctively took a step toward her drunken husband, only to come to a direct halt.

Old habits die hard.

No, not tonight. Tonight she was breaking free of that old tradition. Tonight, she wasn't going to lift a finger to help him. Nick enjoyed surrounding himself with trash; on the floor, wallowing in the dirt and excess food was where he belonged.

"Jenn..." Nick slurred. He raised his arm, expecting her to take pity on his pathetic behavior and play the loving, supportive house-wife she had regrettably let herself become.

But not tonight. Not ever again.

Jennifer folded her arms over her chest and slowly walked over to stand above him. She pressed the spiked heel of her boot against his shoulder and kicked him hard, sending his body flying back to the ground.

Nick bellowed in pain. "What...the...fuck!" he shouted aloud, attempting to grab at her leg with an angry jerk.

Jennifer was quick to step away from his flaring arms. "You're pathetic, Nick. I never wanted any of this." She opened up her arms wide and looked around at the richly furnished kitchen. "I only wanted you." A single tear fled the corner of her dark green eyes, but she quickly ran a perfectly manicured finger over her cheek to wipe it away. "But I refuse to share you with every other woman in town."

Nick managed to lift himself into a sitting position and stretched forth his hand, as if finally ashamed of his long-term promiscuous activities outside his marriage. "Jenn, please. Let me explain."

"No!" Jennifer shouted in a rage of both frustration and anger. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she glared down at him. "Tonight you will suffer as I have for the past six years."

Nick slanted his head in slight confusion. "Baby, please. You're overreacting."

A dark haze suddenly shifted in her eyes as she continued to look at him. Her hands were literally trembling with rage, but she forced her voice to lower to a steady, low volume. She stood up straight and squared her slender shoulders before speaking. "So, you think that I'm overreacting, do you?" Jennifer nearly whispered. She casually walked closer, clanking her heel boots with each step of the way. She knelt down beside him, brushing the black ink of her long curls behind her ear. "Perhaps you are right," her voice smooth as silk. She was leaning into him; she could feel her nipples tighten as she slightly brushed up against his rapidly beating chest.

Nick's bloodshot eyes widened to stare up at her. With slow hesitation, he turned to face her, stealing a quick, obvious glance at the low-cut opening of her silk blouse. "Perhaps we could work something out. I don't want to lose you."

She just stared at him--the man she had loved for six long years. The man she had pledged her love and heart to, the man who had taken her virginity, the man who had sworn to love, honor, and cherish her, the man who could melt her heart of stone each and every time he looked at her, the same man who turned her blood hot by a simple touch.

"You want to try and make this better, don't you Jenn?" Nick's voice deepened with a low whisper. He lifted long fingers to caress the sides of her face. His touch was warm--calming. The heat of his near breath aroused irritable goosebumps to lace up and down the lengths of her arms. Her entire body began to quiver from under his spell.

"Please, Jenn; tell me you want to try." He leaned in closer, dipping his head into the crook of her neck and breathed long and deep. His sudden nearness and the sweet heat of his mouth was suddenly pinning her angry thoughts down by chains of steel. His fingers gently caressing the sides of her face and playing with the long length of her hair was soon erasing the burning sting of betrayal she had so strongly felt against him.

"Maybe we should..." Jennifer swallowed hard before finishing. "Talk." Her dark eyes lifted to meet his hungry gaze, and there was no way of denying the rising passion held so firmly in his expression.

Nick brushed a long finger down the smooth trail of her throat and smiled with deviant intent. "The bedroom."

Jennifer widened her eyes as if she possessed the ability to decline, but she slowly nodded in submission.

Nick barely leaned on her for support as he practically leaped to his feet. He was still drunk, but the flailing, pathetic man who had so recently been lying on the floor, no longed existed. Now, given that he held the slightest chance of getting laid, Nick held himself up straight, floated, rather than walked, and held his words together by intelligent and completely coherent sentences.

Lame.

Jennifer fought the urge to roll her eyes as she led the way down the long, narrow hallway that eventually merged into the vast, richly furnished, beautifully decorated master bedroom. Ancient paintings covered the creamy, pale-white walls, a four-post, king-size bed lay in the center of the room, draped with a silk, golden comforter and matching pillows. Thick fabrics of white lace and satin hung romantically from the banister that surrounded all four corners of the bed, and the pure white and golden headboard was carved of wood in intricate flower designs.

The lights were turned off, but the full moon peered vaguely through the opened windows of the small balcony that revealed the handsome, masculine features of Nick's face.

He was much taller than her. His body was built of hard stone and the tight muscles in his arms were beckoning her to free his body of restraint.

Jennifer reluctantly turned around to stare at herself in the giant, oval mirror hanging from above the delicate vanity table along the wall. She saw black hair falling over her slender shoulders and two fierce green eyes that were lost to the rebelling lust consuming her petite features. She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to remain still when the heavy sound of Nick's footsteps vibrated the floor, as well as every nerve in body.

She could feel him near. Very near. She could feel the heat of his breath warming the side of her cheek; she could taste the minty pleasure of his tongue as he slipped up behind her to press his mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder. He tasted the tanned length of her flesh, gently trailing his hands over her arms and shoulders in a deliberate path of seduction.

Jennifer closed her eyes, resisting the urge to take him into her hands and punish him for tempting her so easily.

And Nick did tempt her. Oh, but this man knew things. He knew how to touch her. He knew how to kiss and make love to her. He knew how to fuck her and how to make her scream from multiple orgasms, where most men never even learned to induce one. He knew her every scream, her every quiver, every moan, and every pleasure that no other man in the world could relate to.

It had been Nick; only Nick.

Jennifer finally reopened her eyes when the buttons on her blouse began to unbutton at the firm movement of his skilled fingers. The fullness of her breasts filled the palms of his hands and Nick gently massaged each of her breast in a slow, firm movement before making his way to her nipples, where he pinched and pulled and twisted until Jennifer finally released her moan.

She threw her head back against the solid steal of his chest when she felt the silk of her shirt slide down the length of her arms.

Nick let out a sigh deep in the back of his throat before reaching down to unbutton the front of her slacks. The black fabric inched its way down her long legs and over her spiked heeled boots. Slowly, he slipped his finger under her lacy red thong and began tugging it down to meet with the pool of clothing at their feet.

Jennifer glance at herself in the mirror. She looked petite and small standing in front of Nick. His shoulders were wide and broad, and his arms were long and thick. He could easily crush her with his bare hands. He could snap her neck like a twig if he desired, but Jennifer didn't fear his power. If anything, it aroused her.

"Baby..." Nick murmured softly. "You are so beautiful." His grip on her body tightened as he ran his hands up and down the tight muscles in his stomach and over her plump breasts. And at last, he trailed his hands downward, until the firm pressure of his fingers met with the liquid heat of her arousal.

Jennifer arched her back and moaned quietly as the rising heat coursed through her body, her soul, her very essence. She felt the tip of his fingers resting at her slick entrance, the long, thick promise of near pleasure that he was purposely keeping at bay.

"Tell me you want this, Jenn. Tell me." Nick demanded, whispering against the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders. He gently nipped his way to her collarbone as he circled his fingers around the the tiny knob of her clitoris in slow, painful strokes that drove her mind wild.

"Nick...yes." Jennifer moaned loudly, "I want this. I need this." She purred with desperation, arching her back more and rubbing her naked ass on the swelling hardness of his erection. And as if unable to stand his slow torture a second longer, she reached around to yank down the zipper of his slacks. With his eager help, she removed the offending material to meet with her own on the floor. His shirt and boxers shortly followed.

The thick head of his cock rubbed hard against her ass that literally made her body liquefy from the building anticipation. But she couldn't take it anymore.

Jennifer quickly turned around to stare up at him, the sexy, fully naked man with fire smoldering about his blue, bloodshot eyes that were clouded from both extreme intoxication and powerful lust.

Jennifer ran her fingers up and down the hard muscles of his stomach before lowering them to firmly wrap around the thick base of his shaft.

His cock bulged and he lightly thrust forward from the smooth motion of her hands slowly caressing him. Nick moaned deeply in the back of his throat before lifting firm hands into her hair and twisting his fingers around the silky black strands that forced her head downward.

Jennifer trailed wet kisses down the long length of his chest and stomach before teasing the thick head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the large head and licked the few drops of his lust with a swipe of her tongue. She moaned when the salty liquid at the tip of his penis coated a thin layer on the roof of her mouth. She licked him dry, flicking her tongue back and forth, faster and faster before sliding his penis completely inside her mouth. His cock filled her mouth full, but Jennifer didn't hesitate to take him as far inside of her as possible. She sucked him eagerly, enjoying the quiet moans as Nick twisted his fingers tighter in her hair and began to rock back and forth, forcing himself deep inside her.

One lick away from coming down her throat, Nick abruptly pulled her to her feet by the firm grip in her hair. "Damn, Jenn; you will surely be the death of me." He spoke deep and husky as he walked her over to the bed. He placed strong hands around her waist and literally threw her hard against the soft mattress.

Jennifer bounced three times before Nick lowered himself on top of her. There, he stilled her body by wrapping one hand around her throat and spreading her legs apart with the other.

"Nick, please fuck me; I can't take this anymore." Jennifer moaned loudly, opening herself up to the man kneeling so heavily above her.

"Not yet." He teased, tightening his fingers around her throat and lowering his head to nip at her full breasts. He bit at her nipples, causing the round, plump mounds to ache and swell as his teeth lightly scraped over them. He worked his way down to her stomach and finally met with the throbbing heat of her sex, where he trailed his tongue over the pounding knob of her clitoris. He kept at a slow pace, gradually pressing harder until Jennifer thought her body would explode from under his skilled torture.

But then he moved faster, harder, flicking his tongue back and forth and up and down in wide circles until she was completely drenched with her own sweet liquid that stained his tongue and the silk sheets.

Nick inhaled her lust and let out a low, satisfied chuckle before swiping his tongue over her damp channel that was aching to be filled.

This was it. Jennifer's limits were on the brink of breaking. She wouldn't last long.

But with a simple twist of motions, she was soon on her stomach, and Nick's hard, solid body was pressed down on top of her. He bit her earlobe and wove a firm hand into her hair. He yanked hard, forcing her head to fly back as he breathed heavily in her ear.

"Nick, please." she pleaded.

"Is this not what you wanted, Jenn? Did you not want me to make you forget about earlier?" Nick's deep, taunting voice tested her sanity as he held her down without any hope of escape. "I can make you forget everything, baby." And in one hard thrust, he entered her. His cock bulged with hunger, with thirst, with a carnal lust that filled her full to the hilt as he began to thrust deeper.

"Nick!" Jennifer screamed again, flailing her arms out wildly and twisting her fingers into the sheets until her nails were starting to hurt.

"Come for me baby." Nick commanded, "I want you to come."

And she did; there was no way of stopping it. Jennifer screamed as pleasure coursed through her body in hot, rapid and long strokes. She dug her nails deeply in the tousled sheets and breathed heavily from the intensity of her orgasm.

Nick abruptly removed his penis and pulled her on top of him with extreme impetuous force. He grabbed her by the waist and sank her body back down on his wet, throbbing shaft. "Now it's your turn, baby."

Jennifer flashed her husband a dangerous gleam before running her sore fingers up and down his perfectly chiseled chest. She stole a quick glance around the room, searching for anything that might add to the heat of their passion.

"Wait," Jennifer ordered, pinning Nick's arms down at his side. "I have an idea."

Nick didn't respond; he understood the sinful lust in her eyes upon adding toys into their playful adventures.

Jennifer lifted herself off of Nick's swollen erection and rushed over to the closet. It didn't take her long to find the extension cord curled up on the floor. She had known exactly where to look. The long, narrow, wire cord had served a pleasurable purpose on more than one occasion.

Jennifer relished in the sight of Nick's excited expression upon noticing the cord in her hands. "Ah, baby. You are my kinky girl."

Jennifer slid back on the bed and straddled him. She lifted his arms above his head and wrapped the cord around each of his wrists and tied him securely to the headboard. After she was certain he couldn't escape, Jennifer flashed him a dangerous smile before bending her head down to kiss the inner part of his ear.

"Do you remember what I told you, Nick?" she purposely hovered her wet pussy directly above his aching cock. "I told you that I would make you suffer, as I have." She purred seductively.

Nick made another deep noise in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. He made several failed attempts to thrust his hips upward to meet with her teasing pose, but to no avail.

Jennifer pressed both of her hands down on his chest and slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick muscles in his throat. "Is that what you want, Nick?"

"Oh, God. Yes, baby." Nick moaned aloud, still struggling to free himself from the cord. He was a strong man, stronger than most. If he was unable to free himself then Jennifer had succeeded in the first step to her plan. A plan she had waited too long to put into action.

With an evil smirk of her daring green eyes, Jennifer gradually removed herself from on top his lap. She rolled off the bed and took several steps back before turning her back to the naked man tied helpless to the bed.

"Wha...what are you doing?" Nick stammered, his handsome expression confused.

Jennifer ignored him. She picked up her blouse and slacks off the floor and began to dress.

"Jennifer?" Nick raised his voice. "What's going on?"

Jennifer pierced him with a dark glare over her shoulder before finally answering him. "Have I not told you, darling?" Her tone thick with sarcasm. "We are expecting company shortly."

"What!" Nick shouted, this time truly struggling to break free from his captive state.

Jennifer smiled at the sight of venerability expanding in her husband's face. He frantically pulled and tugged at the cord, but there he remained--powerless, pathetic, in total submission to her will.

"Get me the fuck out of here!" he continued to shout in a building rage.

Jennifer widened her eyes as if appearing startled. "Now, now, Nicholas; that's not polite. Why, what would our guest think if she happened to hear you speaking to your wife in that fashion?"

"Quit fucking around, Jennifer. Untie me, now!" The anger in his voice vibrated through the room, causing a small prickle of fear to glide down Jennifer's spine. But it wasn't enough to change her mind.

Not now. It was too late for that.

Jennifer turned just in time to hear light footsteps approaching the bedroom door. She glanced back at Nick and narrowed her dark green eyes in obvious animosity. "Now darling, promise to be nice to our guest." And with a cunning smile, Jennifer slowly made her way toward the cracked door just in time to greet the approaching woman.

A tall, slender woman stepped forward from the dim, hallway lighting. Long, red hair flowed down her back and covered her wide-set, brown eyes with scattered messy bangs. Her skin was pale and flawless, barely concealed behind the low-cut halter top and low-rising jeans.

"Leah, you are here at last." Jennifer said sweetly before reaching the beautiful woman. "Jennifer." Leah's tender voice was surprisingly firm as she smiled at her.




Leave Me Burning



Jennifer returned the woman's smile before leading the way back inside the room. "Nick, are you not going to greet our guest?" She looked at him with fake, innocent eyes.

Nick scrabbled on the bed to cover himself with the sheets, but immediately halted upon looking at the intruding woman. "Leah..." his voice low and shaky. "what are you..." He cut himself off in mid-sentence, stealing a quick, nervous glance at his wife.

Jennifer didn't hesitate to respond. "Nick, is it possible that you are already acquainted with Leah?"

Nick didn't respond. He merely looked back and forth between both women, sudden fear drowning every other emotion in his bloodshot eyes.

It was Leah's turn to speak. She stepped forward to rest both hands on the foot of the bed. "The first thing you said to me after we made love was that you wanted to marry me. You told me that I completed you. You told me that I was the only woman in your life."

Nick started to defend himself, but Leah was quick to cut him off.

"You are a fool, Nick. You are a fool to think I wouldn't find out about Jennifer--that I wouldn't find out about your wife."

Nick lay motionless on the bed, looking much like a wide-eyed, scared-shit child, who was ready to receive a hard thrashing as a punishment. "Jenn...Leah, please?" His voice shaking even more.

"Enough!" Jennifer shouted, walking around the bed to press herself up against the soft mattress. "You have told your last lie, Nick Sphere. You have toyed with your last woman. Never again will you hurt us--never again will you hurt anyone."

Jennifer felt the sudden warmth of fire heat the sides of her face. She turned to watch Leah light the end of a cigarette and hold the tiny flame over the bed. "Sweet dreams, Nick darling. Give my regards to the devil." And with a flick of her wrist, the match landed on top the bed, where it quickly began to smolder into giant flames.

"No! Jennifer! Leah! Stop this!" Nick shouted, scurrying from one side of the bed to the other. 

Jennifer lifted her fingers to her lips and blew a kiss toward the flaming bed. "I'll see you in hell, baby" Her voice dark and disturbing as she and Leah started to walk toward the door.

She could hear Nick screaming as they closed the door shut behind them. Both women walked down the hallway, through the kitchen, through the massive, richly furnished living area, until finally the night sky greeted them with refreshing aroma of midnight air.

Small, flickering flames rolled out from under the half-opened window that had once been her bedroom. Jennifer relished in the smokey fumes and the loud screams of her husband, who had finally received what he deserved.

Leah came to a halt when they reached her vehicle parked in the middle of the paved driveway. "Are you all right, Jennifer?" She closed the space between them and brushed a stray curl of black ink behind Jennifer's ear.

Jennifer smiled in response to the beautiful woman standing before her. She clasped her hand over Leah's warming touch and smiled with sincerity. "Yes. Everything is going to be all right from now on."

Leah smiled and laced their fingers together in a firm, reassuring touch.

Jennifer leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips over the other woman's taunting mouth. She slid her tongue inside and sucked lightly on her bottom lip before the loud sounds of sirens started inching closer in the pitch dark background.

Reluctantly, Jennifer pulled away from her lover's embrace. "We must leave."

Leah nodded in agreement and together they pulled out of the long driveway and whipped the car on the highway at a ravenous speed.

The paleness of the moon followed them for many miles until they stopped at a small hotel two states away. They dragged their luggage inside and fell upon the single bed from both excitement and exhaustion. Wrapped in each other's' arms, Jennifer closed her eyes, and for the first time sighed with surreal happiness.

She kissed Leah's soft lips and brushed her fingers through the long length of her red hair that fell heavily over her pale shoulders. She moaned softly as the night filled her with both heat and pleasure. Leah was hers. She had finally found peace and contentment that she had never known in six years of being with Nick.

But tonight, this one woman was hers. Forever, until death do they part.



Leave Me



As much as she was addicted to that sight Nikita had another addiction and she was aching to get her fix. No, not the drugs that once ruined her life, but the sweet taste of Alex's cum, Nikita kissing her way down her girl's slender body before switching her fingers for her tongue. After a few thorough licks Nikita wrapped her mouth around Alex's pussy lips and sucked the remainder of the other girl's cum out of her sweet little love hole. Which in turn caused Alex to cum again, this time in Nikita's mouth, the more experienced assassin eagerly swallowing every drop before tongue fucking her beloved protégé to another orgasm.

For a while Nikita switch back and forth between her tongue and fingers, giving Alex so many orgasms in the process she thought she would pass out. Then Nikita slowly brought her down from her high, kissed her way up to her body until they were face to face again and stared lovingly into Alex's eyes.

She became lost in those eyes for a few seconds, then after a brief kiss Nikita whispered, "Wait here."

Obeying Nikita was like breathing for Alex, something so natural to her she did it without question. Trusting Nikita was just as natural to her, Alex understanding although her sensei had kept things from her and even lied to her she was trying to do what was best for both of them. Then there was getting excited at Nikita's actions, one of the most frequent triggers to this natural reaction being Nikita retrieving a strap-on dildo. Alex was a little disappointed it wasn't the biggest model, but she had plenty of fond memories of Nikita using that 10 inches of rubber to make her feel oh so good.

What was unnatural was Nikita gently lifting her feet and slipping the harness over them after murmuring, "I thought tonight we could try something different."

Alex was stunned. Sure she had fantasised about using the strap-on cock to fuck her beloved mentor, or even just a regular dildo, but Alex hadn't been sure Nikita would ever allow her to use one on her. Of course it was a nice surprise, and even as Alex was busy being stunned her body was only too happy to move itself accordingly to make it easier for Nikita to slide the harness up her thighs and tighten it around her waist.

By the time she had come to her senses Nikita looked about ready to take the fake cock into her mouth, prompting Alex to softly ask, "Have you ever done this before?"

Looking up at her student Nikita softly smiled, "Not for a woman."

Then Nikita swallowed the head of the cock and began bobbing her head up and down on it, her right hand stroking the base in what was probably something done out of habit but really worked for Alex who was having the end of the dildo bashing against her clit. Surprisingly soon after that Nikita began lowering her mouth even further down on the dick, taking inch after inch down her throat until she was bobbing on the entire length of the cock.

Obviously Nikita had done this before, and while Alex found it incredibly mentally thrilling and surprisingly physically pleasurable to be on the receiving end of a blow job for once she couldn't help feel jealous. It was a childish feeling as the older woman had made no secret of her sexual tension with Michael or her previous engagement to Daniel, so it was hardly new information that Nikita had experience with men. That she had loved others. That Alex was simply the latest to fall head over heels for this exotic beauty, and she should try and focus on the honour of being the first woman to experience this from Nikita than any petty jealousy.

For her part Nikita was extremely nervous by this whole situation, so she finished the blow job as quickly as she could then took the toy out of her mouth, crawled up Alex's body and lined the head of the dildo up with the entrance to her core. Then with a calming breath she lowered herself downwards, her pussy welcoming the fake cock inside it pretty easily. There was a slight stretching sensation which could have easily been avoided if Nikita had just picked a smaller dildo but she wanted this to hurt a little. In fact she was somewhat disappointed it didn't hurt more.

Nikita had inflicted big toys on Alex almost right from the get go, the smallest strap-on being 8 inches long and she used that only once. More recently she started using the 12 incher but after careful debate had chosen the 10 inch model for this little experiment. Of course Nikita had been with plenty of 'well-equipped' men, particularly Daniel and Michael had been above average, however she had never had something quite this big inside her, Nikita getting quite a thrill out of her protégé stretching her out like never before. Alex stretching her out like never before.

Of course Nikita had considered using a toy this size when she was alone, but honestly she preferred using her own fingers when masturbating. If she wanted something hard inside her she could normally get it just by walking into a bar and picking up the best they had to offer, although admittedly that was something she hadn't done since she found Alex. At first because caring for the girl had taken priority over her sex drive and then later in her weaker moments Nikita had become fixated on just touching herself while imagining the beautiful Russian girl. Then she had allowed Alex to succeed at seducing her and since then Nikita had no need for masturbation.

Briefly Nikita smiled as she thought about how much more effective Alex's mouth was than her own fingers at getting her off, especially after she had added sex-ed to her student's education. Soon afterwards Nikita thought she was going to have a lot of fun guiding Alex through the advanced sex-ed lessons, although her mind was briefly occupied with the fact that she had finished lowering herself on the full length of the strap-on. Nikita was now sitting on Alex's lap with every inch of that dick inside her. Nikita had every inch of Alex's dick inside her.

Alex was also dwelling on that overwhelming thought. She had become so used to it being the other way around, and she loved it, loved having Nikita's dick inside her, but this was a whole new level of thrilling. Not necessarily better than having Nikita inside her, just different. A very good different, which was quickly becoming the theme of the night.

While Alex didn't exactly get over being inside Nikita in this way her thoughts were interrupted by the amazing sight of her exotic goddess slowly lifting herself up so that a few inches of dildo left her pussy and then pushed herself back down and in doing so pushing those inches back inside herself. Nikita then repeated this process, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. Only she wasn't fucking Alex, she was fucking herself. Nikita was fucking herself on Alex's cock and Alex didn't know what to think or where to look.

At first Alex couldn't help but focus on Nikita's cunt, the younger spy mesmerised by the sight of that pretty little pussy taking that big dildo with ease. The thought of her sensei bouncing on her cock was beyond thrilling, and it looked amazing, but Alex couldn't help thinking the reason Nikita was taking it with ease was because of her former lovers, because of Daniel and Michael, and she should have been mature and understanding about that but she just couldn't help feel jealous. In many ways Alex was still a child and she could easily become petty and jealous at the idea of Nikita with someone else, the thought of it now threatening to ruin the amazing time she was having.

To keep herself happy Alex forced her eyes to travel upwards to Nikita's breasts bouncing ever so slightly by the force of her thrusts, the young assassin quickly becoming happy again at both the sight and the image in her head of sucking those well-proportioned globes of flesh. Best of all it wasn't just her imagination, it was many memories of Nikita allowing Alex the privilege of sucking her tits, and of course the sweet memory of the last time she'd really had some time to worship that area.

Once she had enjoyed that image for a while Alex's eyes traveled upwards to Nikita's beautiful face which was a mask of pleasure, the two deadly women locking eyes and staring at each other for a few blissful seconds. Then without any warning Nikita leaned down so she was pressing her body flat against Alex and kissed her girlfriend right on the lips.

The kiss seemed to last forever and yet only for a few seconds, the next thing Alex truly knowing being Nikita pulling away from her and whispering, "Fuck me Alex. Please fuck me."

It took a couple of seconds for Alex to fully comprehend what Nikita meant by that. When she figured it out she scolded herself for her stupidity and then quickly got to work pleasing the only person who meant anything to her anymore. That included grabbing Nikita's hips firmly with both hands and then thrusting upwards and into her sensei. Immediately her own personal goddess let out a loud cry of pleasure which had Alex repeating the process, awkwardly thrusting away at Nikita's cunt as the older woman lifted herself up and began thrusting in time with Alex's movements.

Nikita also began playing with her tits, gently at first but with increasing roughness to go along with the harder thrusts initiated by the more experienced spy. Alex was of course ever the obedient student and happy to follow her teacher's lead, the eager to please Russian pounding up into the older woman's love box as Nikita pounded downwards. Working together like that the sex soon became harder and rough, at first Nikita just moaning happily before beginning to make more verbal encouragement.

"Fuck me Alex, please fuck me." Nikita practically whimpered in a desperate tone Alex had never quite heard before, "Oh God fuck me with your cock! Fuck me with your girl cock. Yes, mmmmmmm, oh Alex, fuck me Alex. Fuck me my girlfriend. Fuck, ooooooohhhhh fuck me Alex!"

That simple encouragement had Alex more desperate than ever to please the love of her life. However for once Alex felt compelled to go against Nikita's unspoken wishes and shake things up a bit. If it turned out to be a mistake she would simply say she was trying to show initiative and then take whatever punishment Nikita saw fit. If not, well, Nikita wasn't the only one who would benefit.

It wasn't often Nikita was taken by surprise but normally Alex was so submissive during sex. In fact Alex was subservient in general to Nikita, and while a big part of that was their teacher/student dynamic the older spy had suspected her protégé of being naturally submissive before she bedded her. Nearly every sexual encounter that had only seen to confirm Nikita's original hypothesis, the fact that Alex was a bottom only making it harder for Nikita to resist the young temptress.

So even though Nikita had ordered Alex to fuck her and begged for more she was taken completely offguard when her protégé flipped her onto her back and mounted her without the dildo being removed from her needy hole. Unfortunately that stopped the momentum of the fuck, a few seconds ticking by as Alex stared down at her nervously. Then with a clearly forced look of determination on her face Alex started fucking Nikita again, this time the young assassin being the one to choose the pace of the thrusting. She chose hard and fast, Alex using a few warning thrusts to get Nikita's pussy used to the sensation of being fucked this way before quickly working things up to the point she was using all her strength to pound into the far more experienced and deadly assassin.

If she had been in her right mind Nikita might have considered scolding Alex for doing something without her permission. As it was she was far too busy moaning in pleasure and trying not to cum to quickly from being fucked this way. The way she hadn't been fucked in so long. With her on the bottom and someone else pounding into her. Only this time it wasn't some musclebound man but her petite protégé. A girl almost half her age who had submitted to her so completely was now pounding her pussy hard and deep, making the dangerous spy come apart underneath her beloved Alex.

"Wrap your legs around me." Alex said, her soft tone sounding deafening in the now more or less quiet room, "I want to feel your legs, and arms, wrapped around me while you cum."

Nikita was speechless. She wanted to say yes, to beg Alex to fuck her and make her cum, and that she loved her. Instead Nikita did as she was told, which was kind of big deal for her as she had always hated taking orders. Now however she didn't mind, especially as she was soon fucked to a powerful climax. It was quickly followed by another, and another, and another as Nikita stared up lovingly into Alex's eyes and then tried to verbally give Alex her approval. Even though she couldn't form a coherent word let alone a sentence Alex got the message, the younger girl clearly cumming herself as a result of the stimulator on her clit and the joy of fucking Nikita, both women enjoying this act perhaps just as much as the other.

After what felt like a blissful eternity Alex collapsed into her lovers arms, Nikita holding her sweat soaked body to her own in a sticky but much-needed warm embrace. They rested like that for a while, Alex's cock completely engulfed in Nikita's cunt, the younger spy trying to get over what she had just done to this goddess who had treated her like a submissive little fuck toy since their first night together. Which again Alex loved, but to have fucked Nikita in this way and made her cum whimpering her name was beyond intoxicating.

Of course they say all good things must come to an end and from the look in Nikita's eyes when she rolled them over told Alex that her time on top was well and truly done.

That thought was momentarily in doubt when Nikita rolled off of her, got down between her legs and gave her another long blow job, this time cleaning her own cum and pussy juices from the shaft. Then it became a little unclear when Nikita removed the harness and began lapping away at Alex's cunt, the experienced older woman effortlessly cleaning her young lover's pussy of all her leftover cum before beginning to drink down her regular cream. It was enough to make Alex want to beg Nikita to get into a 69 with her so she can return the favour, before she could Nikita moved away and it all became clear.

Quickly strapping the dildo around her waist Nikita ordered, "Bend over."

Alex obeyed without a moment's hesitation, the young spy eager to see which hole her sensei would choose to fuck. Her mouth, pussy and ass were at Nikita's disposal 24/7 as far as Alex was concerned. Even during the deadliest missions Alex was confident Nikita could find the time to take her if she wanted too, and Division HQ was just another place which couldn't keep Nikita out if she wanted to be there. Of course now was not the time to dwell on such things. Instead it was the time to wiggle her ass invitingly and hope the mighty Nikita would take her, and take her hard.

For a few seconds Nikita just stared at her lustfully, Alex practically quivering in anticipation of what was about to happen to her. Then Nikita moved so she was directly behind Alex, the younger girl letting out a excited moan as she felt her sensei's fingers sliding over her pussy lips. Nikita cruelly teased her girlfriend for a full minute, sliding those fingers up and down, up and down, up and down before finally pushing them slowly inside her, Alex moaning loudly as her older lover began finger fucking her.

Nikita had proven she could easily make a girl cum by just using her fingers but Alex was no fool, she knew exactly what her boss wanted and she was only too happy to give it to her, "Please fuck me Niki, mmmmmm fuck me hard! Oh God, fuck me with your big cock. Mmmmmm, I want to feel your big cock inside me. I want to feel you inside me. Ooooooh Niki, please give it to me. Fuck me like only you can. Please? Please fuck me Nikita. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Ohhhhhh, fuck my pussy, fuck my ass, fuck whichever hole you want, they're both yours. All my holes are yours. My mouth, pussy and ass are your personal fuck holes. Please fuck one of them oooooooohhhhhhh Nikitaaaaaaaa!"

Hearing the words she had been waiting for Nikita quickly pulled her fingers out of Alex's pussy and replace them with the strap-on cock, the older spy slowly but surely pushing the full-length of the dildo into her protégé. Once Alex was full of her cock Nikita took a few seconds to savour the moment. Then she slowly began pumping her girl's pussy, Alex's joyful moans the sweetest music to Nikita's ears.

It had always been a wonderful sound Nikita had been too busy hating herself to truly enjoy before. Now she was in heaven, not just from the sound of Alex's enjoyment from the feeling of her hips gently thrusting against the other girl's butt and perhaps more importantly the sight of Alex's love hole stretching around her strap-on. Her lover's womanhood taking her false manhood inside her. Alex taking Nikita inside her, stretching for her, taking everything she had to offer. Every long, thick, hard inch of that fake prick pumping in and out of Alex's core, Nikita fucking her girlfriend with her strap-on cock. Fucking her with her cock.

For a while Nikita kind of got stuck on that idea. She always did when fucking Alex like this as there was something about wearing a strap-on which really got Nikita off. It was why as tempting and as easy it would have been to just make Alex cum on her fingers Nikita had pushed her dick into her protégé the second the girl had begged her for it and confirmed her holes belong to her.

Of course thoughts such as these had Nikita literally aching to fuck Alex hard and make her cum. That was something Alex wanted too given the way she was moaning and her wet pussy was welcoming Nikita's cock. However after so many nights of treating Alex like a cheap whore Nikita desperately wanted to give her lover the type of treatment she truly deserved while at the same time giving her a gentle reminder who was in charge. Fortunately, and as usual, Nikita had a plan.

Alex was so lost in the heaven which was being fucked by Nikita she was completely taken by surprise when she found herself slowly being moved backwards. For the briefest of moments she almost panicked. Then she relaxed, safe in the knowledge that nothing could hurt her as long as she was in Nikita's arms. It was perhaps a childish/unrealistic thought but it was one which felt so vividly real to Alex given she knew full well what this goddess was capable of, the fact that Nikita moved her like she weighed nothing further proving there was something to that thought.

Before Alex could dwell on it much more she felt the dildo start moving in and out of her pussy again. It had stopped only briefly but in her current horny stated it felt long enough to the young assassin, Alex just enjoying the sensation for a few seconds before analysing this new position she now found herself in.

It was sort of the reverse cowgirl, only instead of laying on her back Nikita was sort of kneeling. Or perhaps more accurately sitting on her legs. Either way she was bouncing Alex on her lap, the younger girl more or less moving up and down on the fake prick which was still deep inside her, Nikita still effortlessly moving her body as if she weighed nothing.

Which clearly wasn't the idea, "Come on, Alex bounce for me. Bounce on my cock. Bounce like a good girl."

Not needing to be told twice Alex started riding Nikita's cock, the younger spy working in time with her mentor's movements so that the dildo went as deep as possible with each thrust. It wasn't as hard as it could possibly be because Alex chose to keep time with Nikita's pace which were slow and steady, the Russian of course ready for a harder pace but not daring to push it without Nikita's permission.




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In the past she had tried a few times and Nikita had been furious, yelling at Alex that she had to do what she said at all times. That if she couldn't trust her to do as she was told when they were alone together how could she trust she wouldn't be a liability out in the field. It was the same thing Nikita said when Alex made a mistake during training and had always meant the same thing, that being Nikita liked having Alex under her thumb. Alex wasn't sure how much Nikita was aware of it as she had been hesitant to ask her but there was no denying Nikita craved control. In general but most of all over Alex. And for all of her own long-standing desires for freedom Alex loved being under Nikita's control.

Fucking Nikita with the strap-on was everything Alex had dreamed it would be and more. It had given her the feeling of power and dominance which had been incredible rush, and she had got to be intimate with Nikita in a way she had never known before. It had just been so intense, in a way which had been so different to anything else. Even the little display of dominance they'd both enjoyed the last time they were together. However deep down Alex knew she was a bottom, or possibly Nikita was such a top that she just gravitated towards the submissive role.

That was why as fun as it had been to play the role of dominant top it felt heavenly to be back in the role of submissive bottom. The role that felt like she was born to play, Alex truly believing she had found her place in life right here, bouncing on Nikita's cock. Yes, her purpose in life was to sexually please the goddess known as Nikita. To fulfil every one of this goddess's desires by any means necessary, her own pleasure nothing but a trivial after thought next to the enjoyment of Nikita. That was why Alex continued to ride that dildo even as her own desire caught up with her and her body began to ache for the type of powerful orgasms only Nikita could give her.

Luckily for Alex she was soon given the chance to earn those orgasms, Nikita leaning forward to nibble on her earlobe before whispering in her ear, "You wanna cum baby girl?"

"да!" Alex whimpered, "да! да да да! Ohhhhhh my God yes, mmmmmm, oh Niki please, I need it!"

Grinning wickedly Nikita practically purred, "Maybe I will... if you beg for it like a good girl."

Wasting no time Alex quickly begged, "Please, please, please let me cum Niki, make me cum, ooooooohhhhhh Gooodddddd! Please? Please? I want to cum for you so bad моя любовь. I wanna cum for you my love, mmmmmmm, only you. I'm yours Niki, I'm your baby girl. I'm your good girl. Mmmmm I'll beg for you, oooooooh, I'll do anything for you, ahhhhhh, oh God, Я люблю тебя, Я люблю тебя, oh God Nikita I love you, please, please, please make me cum I'm begging for you to let me cum. Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, пожалуйста, пожалуйста, пожалуйста Nikita сделать мне диплом! Пожалуйста сделать мне диплом! Пожалуйста сделать мне диплом!"

Alex continued to beg as Nikita lowered her down until she was on all fours again and slowly began increasing the pace of the fucking. Although Nikita built up pace slowly it felt like only seconds passed in between gentle pumping and hard pounding, Alex losing the ability to speak coherently as she felt herself crashing towards the edge of powerful climax. When she went over that edge she lost herself altogether, Alex surrendering her entire being to Nikita, safe in the knowledge that her sensei would protect her while she was overcome by ecstasy.

It was difficult, as always, but Nikita remained vigilant of their surroundings even as she became mostly lost in fucking Alex. That there were motion sensors and nonlethal traps surrounding her inner sanctum helped, and as always there were several weapons nearby if Nikita should need them. However it was only a matter of time before Nikita was truly overcome by pleasure, and even if they were interrupted at this stage Nikita wasn't so sure she could tear herself away from Alex even under the threat of death. Which would almost be worth it as at least she and her lover would go blissfully happy.

Pushing that thought out of her head Nikita concentrated on the girl bent over in front of her slamming herself into each thrust. Nikita smiled, remembering a time when she had tried to teach Alex not to do that without her permission. It had ultimately proven fruitless as no matter how hard she tried Alex couldn't seem to stop herself from doing this and Nikita had to admit there was something so endearing about watching her protégé thrust back against her. Besides, Nikita had enjoyed having the excuse to spank Alex's cute little butt.

Just how violently she use to punish the younger girl briefly made Nikita feel guilty, but she quickly replaced it by the thought of something else she like to do to Alex's cute little butt. As always Nikita wanted to do that thing again, however for once she considered using the energy she had left to just keep fucking Alex's pussy. After all she was seconds away from a climax herself and it would be so easy just to speed up even more and slam Alex's cunt until they both collapsed with exhaustion.

Instead Nikita kept her composure as she pounded her protégé's pussy through two nicely satisfying if not overwhelming orgasms, treating Alex to several far more than satisfying climaxes in the process. Then Nikita suddenly pulled her strap-on out of Alex's sex, lean down and buried her face in her young lover's cunt, the older spy hungrily lapping up all the sweet girl cum she could find before allowing her tongue to travel north.

Alex had loved those gentle licks to her pussy as they had been a blissful way to comedown from her high. It was something Nikita had done many times before and while the older woman had told Alex she only did it because she liked the taste of girl cum the young Russian new better. After all, why would Nikita lick her so thoroughly if she didn't care? Of course Nikita was no longer pretending not too, which only made everything more blissful for Alex, the younger spy welcoming her saviour's tongue on her twat and then on her ass hole.

While the little pussy licking was nice the ass licking was even better because it promised further pleasure to come, Alex moaning joyfully when she felt Nikita's skilled tongue slid across her butt hole for the first time in ages.

Receiving a rim job from Nikita was a rare treat for Alex. Normally Nikita made the young girl lick her ass as a not so subtle reminder who was in charge, Alex of course absolutely loving being made to bury her face in between her sensei's butt cheeks, especially after being 'forced' to eat Nikita's pussy. She also loved it when Nikita sat on her face and literally smothered her with her ass, or better yet her cunt, making it easy for the whole world to fall away leaving only the sight, smell and taste of Nikita.

Those memories brought a blissful smile to Alex's face as Nikita's tongue continued lapping away at her butt hole, the younger assassin's mind moving eventually from the past to her immediate future. The thought of it caused adrenaline to pump through Alex's veins, so that while she didn't regain her full strength it kind of felt like it, Alex knowing she would need whatever she could get for taking the type of ass fuckings Nikita love to dish out.

As her protégé's mind went back and forth between her past and future Nikita chose to concentrate on the present. Well, mostly. She did briefly think it was a shame she hadn't spent much time licking this little treasure in between Alex's cheeks, but in her defence that was because she was normally busy fucking it. Or fucking and licking Alex's front hole, two things which had consumed Nikita's life even as she protested that she felt nothing for the other girl.

That had her once again thinking of the far worse things she had done to Alex, then Nikita refocused on the task at hand so she didn't become lost in them again. That involved spitting onto Alex's ass hole and rubbing in the saliva with her tongue, closing her lips around the puckered rosebud so she could suck on it and even push into her protégé's tight anal ring. The last thing was difficult but not impossible. Not that Nikita got very far, at least not with her tongue alone. Luckily she had another trick up her sleeve, although she put it off for quite a while as she was enjoying rimming her new girlfriend.

Eventually Nikita did pull her mouth and tongue away from Alex's ass hole, pressed her index finger against the tight entrance and pushed slowly but forcefully forwards. Both girls moaned as Nikita penetrated Alex's butt hole and pushed her finger as deep as it would go into the younger spy's rectum, Nikita marvelling at the exquisite tightness for a few moments before gently beginning to butt fuck her protégé with her finger.

After a few minutes of this Nikita replaced her finger with her tongue, that soft wet muscle briefly being able to travel further into Alex's butt thanks to the fingering. Then after a minute or two of thoroughly tonguing Alex's ass hole Nikita switched back to using her finger, this time adding a second one into the mix to further stretch out the young girl's butt, preparing it for the strap-on which was still glistening with Alex's cum and pussy juices.

Through it all Alex whimpered and moaned in pleasure, and about halfway through she began begging, "Ohhhhhh God fuck me. Please Nikita, fuck me. Fuck my ass. Oooooooh fuck yes, lick me back there. Get my ass hole nice and wet so you can fuck it with your big dick. Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeesssssss finger me, finger my ass, yesssssss mmmmmmm, just like that, finger fuck my ass hole, mmmmmm, fuck me Niki, use every single one of my holes for your pleasure. Mmmmmm, I'm yours Niki, my whole body is yours, mmmmmmm, you can fuck me in whichever hole you want, ooooooohhhhhhh, just fuck me! Fuck me Nikita, please-"

"Alex!" Nikita interrupted, waiting a few seconds to make sure she had her girlfriend's attention before continuing, "Spread your cheeks."

Ever eager to please her saviour Alex immediately became silent the second Nikita spoke her name. She was just as quick when it came to pressing her face to the bed sheets and reaching back to grab onto her ass cheeks. However, knowing what Nikita liked, Alex made sure to slowly spread her cheeks apart, slowly revealing the forbidden hole she was going to allow this goddess to use for her pleasure. The tiny hole, like every other hole on her body, which belonged to this goddess and was hers to use. Her ass hole which her girlfriend was about to use for her pleasure.

Some combination of those words echoed in Alex's head as she became lost in the joy of exposing herself in this intimate way for the mighty warrior named Nikita. Then she felt Nikita slowly remove her fingers from that tight, forbidden hole and replace them with the strap-on, Alex practically quivering with anticipation as the older woman slowly increased the pressure until her anal ring began to stretch.

It hurt, especially when her ass hole stretched wide enough to take the head of the dildo inside it, however this was the type of pain Alex had grown to crave. Partly because it made her think of the pleasure to come, but mostly because she liked the feeling of being forced open for Nikita's pleasure, her most private of holes being stretched in a sign of submission to this clearly superior woman. So Alex actually let out a cry of pleasure as she was anally penetrated by the woman she craved to please, Alex spreading her butt cheeks as wide as possible to make it easier for Nikita to see her cock sliding into her bottom.

After all the times they had done this Alex didn't need to see Nikita's face to know that her new girlfriend was captivated by seeing her strap-on sliding into her ass hole, the older woman's gaze remaining locked on that poor hole as it was forced to slowly take the entire length of the dildo. However with her face pressed against the bed sheets at an angle she could just about see behind herself, and Alex did so enjoy the captivated look on Nikita's face because it told her she was pleasing this dominant woman, which of course was the most important thing in the world to her.

Nikita did indeed love watching her cock slowly sliding into Alex's ass hole. She also loved watching her cock slowly sliding in and out of the younger brunette's butt hole, Nikita only taking a couple of seconds to enjoy having fully penetrated Alex's ass before she began officially sodomising her protégé with slow but steady thrusts.

Of course Nikita had always enjoyed watching herself fucking Alex, even when she had hated herself for it, but there was just something special about anal sex. It was just so taboo and wrong, two things which Nikita had always thought described her sexual relationship with Alex, therefore this act seeming to be the most taboo and wrong thing she could do. But more than doing something unspeakably wicked to a girl she was so determined to help, it was the control Nikita craved, the dominance.

As much as Nikita always wanted to protect Alex she loved having the younger girl under her thumb. It was something she craved, needed even, Nikita almost not comfortable having Alex in her presence unless she was completely subservient and obedient to her. And nothing seemed to make Alex subservient and obedient then fucking her in the ass, the act of sodomy never failing to turn Alexandra Udinov into the perfect lesbian pet. In turn it made Nikita feel like a total Alpha female dominating her submissive mate, the far more dangerous assassin fucking the less experienced assassin up the butt and making, no, reminding her she was her bitch.

It was wrong to think of Alex in that way, especially considering her past, but Nikita just couldn't help herself, especially in this position. Because as overwhelmingly dominant as butt fucking Alex normally made Nikita feel, seeing nearly the entire length of the strap-on dildo pumping in and out, in and out, in and out of Alex's ass hole, the young Russian beauty bent over in front of her and spreading her ass cheeks in total submission to her, her protégé so accepting that her back door was Nikita's personal fuck hole, it was almost too much.

Eventually it took so much out of her to control her body Nikita couldn't help but lose control of her mouth, the deadly assassin growling, "Take it Alex! Take it like a good little bitch! Mmmmmm fuck, you are my bitch Alex! I own you! I own every little part of your body! Ohhhhhhh fuck, even the most private part of your body is a fuck hole for my pleasure. Mmmmmm yes, your tight little ass is mine Alex, your entire body is mine! Your mind, your soul, every little part of you belongs to me. You're my property Alex, ooooooohhhhhhh mmmmmmm, and I'm going to protect what's mine. No one else is going to touch you my sweet baby girl because no one touches my things! Nobody touches my bitch. My sweet little bitch. My hot little slut. My beautiful baby girl. Ohhhhhhhh Goooooddddddd Alex, I love you so much."

"Я тоже тебя люблю, моя любовь! I love you more than anything!" Alex practically wept with pleasure, loving everything Nikita was saying to her, "Пожалуйста, трахнуть mеня, fuck me hard! Please pound my ass and make me cum! Ohhhhhhh Gooooooodddddddd, butt fuck me Niki, butt fuck me hard! I wanna cum for you Niki! I wanna cum for my owner! I wanna cum for the woman who owns me! Ooooooohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, I'm your little anal slut Nikita, mmmmmm, I'm your bitch! I'm anything you want me to be because I'm yours and I love you and please, pleaseeeeeeeee, oooooohhhhhhh, пожалуйста, сделать мне диплом сделать мне диплом сделать мне диплом сделать мне диплом сделать мне диплом!"

Slowly, ever so slowly, Nikita increased the pace of the butt fucking to something which wasn't a fraction of the roughness she used to use however was enough to have Alex rushing towards climax. When she reached the edge Nikita slowed down just enough so Alex wouldn't cum, the experienced butt pounder riding her anal slut through near orgasm after near orgasm without a hint of allowing her to go over the edge.

The latter thing Nikita had done many times and Alex was grateful for it. She didn't want to cum so soon, not when she was experiencing the heaven that was Nikita fucking her in the ass. However Alex was a little disappointed that Nikita was holding back, her lover still clearly feeling guilty for the way she had used her over the last year. On the bright side Alex was confident that Nikita would eventually get there, and the ass fucking was hard enough that Alex could feel the far more dominant woman's hips crashing against her ass cheeks, causing them to jiggle slightly and the sound of flesh meeting flesh to echo throughout the room.

Another advantage Alex had was she was used to being denied an orgasm while being fucked by Nikita so when the urge to cum became almost unbearable she could go to her happy place. A place in her mind she could concentrate on to distract herself from torture, or at least that's why Nikita had taught it to her. Of course that happy place involved being with Nikita in some way, Alex either imagining being in the arms of the woman she loved or imagining that goddess fucking her. Maybe somewhat ironically when Nikita was fucking her like this she would deal with it by imagining Nikita fucking her, only harder and with more of an emphasis on Nikita's ownership of her.

For better or for worse Nikita knew of these unhealthy desires and was not above using them to make her lover cum, "Alex, your owner commands you to cum! Cum for your owner! Mmmmmm, cum for me Alex, the woman who owns your every breath. You only breathe because I allow it, do you understand me! Ahhhhhh fuck, you exist for my entertainment. You're purpose in life is to please me, oooooooh, fulfil your purpose by cumming for me now! Cum for me you little bitch! Ahhhhhh God, you're mine Alex, you're my bitch, my slut, my girlfriend, my everything, oh God I love you baby girl!"

With those words Alex came so hard that she saw stars. Her cum squirting out of her cunt and she literally shook with joy, Alex thrusting herself back rapidly against Nikita's thrusts, impaling her own ass hole on that mighty weapon of ass destruction until eventually she collapsed with exhaustion. Of course the expert butt fucker kept a tight hold of her hips so her lower half remained in the air, Nikita relentlessly ramming Alex's butt for both their benefit, although Alex pretended Nikita was just using her butt hole for her own selfish pleasure.

Nikita had used Alex's ass hole for her own selfish pleasure. She had used every hole on Alex's body. Countless times. In every position she knew, and even some she didn't, Nikita throwing Alex around like a rag doll and using her however she wanted. She had fucked her baby girl so brutally she had wanted her to break, especially when slamming her ass with a strap-on, Nikita literally trying to make sure that Alex wouldn't sit properly thanks to the assault on her ass.

It had all been a desperate attempt to make the younger girl hate her. Leave her. Maybe even kill her. Anything but love her, Nikita knowing in the very core of her being that she didn't deserve Alex's love. She didn't deserve anyone's love, but especially not Alex's. Not after what she had done to her father, not after failing to protect her from this world's monsters. In doing so Nikita had only made it worse. She had not only failed to drive Alex away but she had repeatedly hurt the person she had grown to love above all others, Nikita now fully accepting if there was such a thing as true love Alex was it for her. Alex was the one, her soul mate, and somehow Nikita would make it up to her.

Perhaps if they had a normal relationship that would mean Nikita would only make gentle love to Alex for the rest of their days, but they were far from normal and Nikita knew what her lover wanted. What she needed. What she craved. So when Alex was desperate for it Nikita pounded her lover's ass hard and deep, keeping her hips up in the air for as long as she was able so she could force the less experienced assassin to endure the hard butt fucking she had been begging for.




Leave Me



In doing so Nikita came in many powerful climaxes, although they clearly paled in comparison with what Alex experienced. In time they might trade places, Nikita allowing this very special girl to take her ass, but it would be only as a sign of Nikita's devotion to her. The truth was this was how it should be between them, Nikita as the top and Alex as the bottom. Nikita as the dominant butt pounder and Alex as the submissive anal slut. Nikita as the Alpha female and Alex as her bitch. Because as much as Alex craved to be dominated and to be owned Nikita craved to dominate and to own, the fact that Alex only wanted Nikita to own her and Nikita only wanted to own Alex probably not making it right, but then again perhaps nothing about their relationship was.

For a few blissful moments it didn't matter, Nikita and Alex both completely losing themselves in the butt sex, becoming mindless animals lost to their lust for each other. The next thing either of them could fully comprehend was that they were lying in a sweaty heap, Nikita naturally on top of Alex and still lazily thrusting her strap-on in and out of her protégé's bottom.

Knowing she was pretty much just bringing them down from their highs at this point Nikita nuzzled Alex's neck, digging her teeth into the vulnerable flesh and marking her territory. It had been far too long since she had been able to do this. Far too long since she could leave any visible marks, the type of which that would have raised questions within Division, Nikita finally free to lay claim to what was hers in this primal way. The whole time she did this Nikita tightly held Alex, the girl who had become so precious to her until she had regained a little strength. Then she lifted herself up, pulled her dildo out of Alex's ass and admired her handiwork.

The cheeks of Alex's butt were a light pink from the constant smacking of Nikita's thighs against them and Alex's ass hole was gaping widely, two signs that the younger spy had been thoroughly sodomised. They were also a reminder of Nikita's dominance over the younger girl, Alex furthering her submission by reaching back and slowly pulling her ass cheeks apart so that the older woman could get a better look at her gaping butt hole.

Nikita enjoyed that view for a few moments and then she allowed herself to collapse down on her back, a long sigh of exhaustion escaping her lips as she crashed onto the sheets. She then lifted her head to command Alex to clean her dick but her protégé had already anticipated her top's needs. That she had always made Alex suck whatever toy she used on her clean made no difference in that moment, Nikita was filled with pride and happiness, especially when her lover... her girlfriend looked up at her with those big blue eyes and took the head of the dildo which had just been inside her own ass into her mouth.

"God I love you." Nikita said softly, those words escaping her lips without her permission, but now they were out she wilfully confirmed, "I love you so much baby girl. You make me so happy."

Hearing those words made Alex's heart flutter and a happy smile to cross her face, even as she was taking more dildo into her mouth. When she had taken a good couple of inches Alex began to gently suckle on the strap-on, moaning joyfully as she tasted the deepest part of her butt on the fake cock. She also closed her eyes, momentarily concentrating on nothing but this depraved act of submission to the far more deadly spy. Then she felt fingers gently intertwining with her hair, Alex knowing even before she opened her eyes again Nikita was stroking her hair.

Alex used to live for tiny signs of affection like this. They had been more precious to her then anything money could buy, however when she opened her eyes like this before Nikita had never smiled at her, her true feelings for Alex not just escaping through her eyes but beaming brightly from her entire face. It made Alex overwhelmingly happy in the same way hearing Nikita tell her she loved her did, this overwhelming feeling driving the young Russian to try harder with this latest act of pleasing her lover.

Quickly Alex sucked the rest of her ass juice from the head of the cock before pushing more of it into her mouth, at first younger girl keeping eye contact with the older woman before she closed her eyes again so she could fully concentrate on sucking cock. That was when Alex started pushing the dildo down her throat, taking every inch the first time and holding it there with practised ease. Her eyes watered and she choked something fierce, but Alex was determined to be a good ass to mouth slut for Nikita, so she push through the discomfort to clean every inch of the dick before she began throat fucking herself for the more experienced assassin's amusement.

Eventually Alex chance to look up at Nikita who was still beaming down at her happily, that look once again causing Alex's heart to flutter and a little smile to crossed her face. Sure, there was part of Alex which missed the dirty talk, that wanted Nikita to call Alex her nasty little ATM slut, her anal whore, her cock sucker, etc. However this was nice too, especially when Nikita tugged on her hair forcefully in a familiar sign that she wanted Alex to crawl up into her arms.

Only too happy to do so Alex removed her mouth from the dildo and crawled upwards, soon finding herself in the only place she'd ever felt safe, Nikita's arms, kissing the woman she owed everything too, the lovers continuing the lip lock for a few blissful moments before they snuggled and rested in a comfortable silence. After all, they had a busy night head of them.

*

A few hours later Alex came round in Nikita's arms. As she slowly return to reality she realised this was actually the second time today she was doing this, only she didn't feel as sated as before. As relaxed. As peaceful. And she'd had the strangest dream, and instead of Nikita gently stroking her hair and cooing soothingly her lover seemed frantic.

"Alex! Alex! ALEX!" Nikita practically cried with increasing desperation.

"What?" Alex questioned weakly.

"Oh thank God." Nikita gasped, sounding more relieved than Alex had ever heard her.

Then Nikita pulled Alex up into a fierce hug, making it clear that something was up, "Nikita, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Everything is fine." Nikita said quickly, blatantly lying. Although to her credit Nikita immediately realised her mistake and brought Alex's face directly in front of hers so she could softly smile at her protégé and then explain, "There... there was one more thing I didn't tell you."

Immediately fearing the worst Alex tensed.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I promised you no more secrets, but this is it, I swear. The last thing. And this is it, Division put a kill chip in your head." Nikita confessed quickly, wanting to get this over with before she was overwhelmed by the tears streaming down her face, "I'd heard it was a precaution they were taking now, even found one in one of their agent's heads before I sent you in, and you've got to believe me Alex, it was agony. But you were so insistent that you wanted to go in, that you wanted to infiltrate Division, that I told myself it would be useless to try and talk you out of it and once inside you'd constantly be in danger so having the chip in your head wouldn't make much difference. I, I wasn't sure you would ever make it out alive. And once you did... trying to remove the chip could have resulted in them killing you, and telling you would have just freaked you out, so I kept it from you until the time was right to remove you from Division permanently. And now it's finally gone and, God Alex I'm so, so sorry."

Momentarily Alex was horrified, although she quickly chose to put the blame squarely where it belonged, namely with Division.

"It's ok." Alex whispered, "I understand. You didn't want me slipping up because I was worrying about it. And honestly, if you had told me it wouldn't have made a difference, I still would have insisted on going undercover."

Nikita's body relaxed ever so slightly and a look of relief crossed her face, "That's what I thought. But I want you to know Alex that I found the best surgeon money can buy. Only the best for you baby. But... to deactivate the chip he had to kill you. It was only for a few seconds, but you were legally dead and they were the longest seconds of my life. I, I even held a gun to his head the whole time so he wouldn't doublecross me, so he would definitely bring you back, because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. And he did it. I watched him remove both the chip and the tracker so you're finally free of that vipers nest. But... I lied to you again, so I understand if you can't trust me. If you hate me. If you want to leave. I, I would leave me."

For a few moments Alex stared in disbelief that Nikita still thought there was a chance that was ever going to happen, then she kissed her girlfriend and smiled softly, "Never. I'll never leave you Niki. I promise."

With tears in both their eyes now Nikita smiled, "I love you Alex."

Alex smiled back, "I love you too Nikita." 



Leave Well Enough Alone



I'm one of those guys who hated cheaters. I, Brian, thought that cheating was a sign of total weakness of character and immorality, and it disgusted me; that is until it "happened" to me. It turned out to the best thing that ever did come to pass as far as my relationship with my family was concerned, whether anyone else believes it or not.

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It had been an especially bad week in my downwardly spirally life. My wife and kids seemed to be growing distant from me, both of my parents had significant illnesses that might be terminal, I was the lowest producer at work and at least one of my bosses seemed to be on a mission to get me fired, and the dog that I had had since I was a teenager died.

I couldn't figure out my wife Gloria's reaction to me over the last year or so. Virtually every day I tried to have sex with her, and she was declining more and more often so that we were at now at the level of once a week. Plus, it wasn't particularly great when we did fuck; certainly not like our first five years of marriage. I was definitely sexually frustrated. It seemed that my only interaction with Gloria was her complaining about me not helping around the house or playing with the kids.

My kids, Luke, five, and Rose, three, usually seemed glad to see me when I got home, but -- at least according to my perspective, although Gloria says that it was because I planted myself in front of the boob tube -- oftentimes they lost interest in interacting with me, and seemed to significantly prefer Gloria's or their friends' company to mine.

I was selling insurance at a very competitive agency. It was a job that I'd had for two years (after I got fired from my job as an air traffic controller) but didn't seem to be getting any better at. I wasn't meeting my quota, wasn't getting bonuses like most of my co-workers, and seemed to really irritate one of my two bosses, and at least mildly aggravate the other. Gloria worked part-time selling cosmetics in a retail store, but our finances were far from great. We essentially had no savings, and our only saving grace was that the small house that we had purchased four years ago had increased significantly in value and our mortgage was reasonable.

My dad had had prostate cancer for several months, and now my mom had just been diagnosed with breast cancer -- fortunately, supposedly caught at "stage zero" so that with proper treatment she should be OK, but combined with my dad's situation it left me depressed. The last thing that I needed was for the fucking dog, Quincy, to die -- my most constant connection to my youth.

So on a Thursday early afternoon, with my self-confidence in the toilet, and when I should have been stirring up more business to meet my quota, I was in a bar a few blocks from my office. I got a brew from the bar, sat at a back table, and figuratively cried in my beer.

There was no waitress on duty at that low volume time, and only one other patron, a woman who I had just glanced at when passing her while shuffling from the bar to my table.

When it was time for another beer, I moseyed back up to the bar and had the barkeep refill my mug from the tap. As I strolled back to my seat I made eye contact with the woman. Since she was seated I didn't get a real good look at her body -- except that she couldn't hide her seemingly very large tits -- but I did get a good look at her face. She had an olive complexion, dark hair, and nice features, although she was certainly not classically beautiful. She did have haunting eyes that actually looked to be black in color, and a completely forlorn expression on her face. I couldn't really tell how old she was, but I guessed that she was three or four years older than my twenty eight.

"You look as forlorn as I feel, and if you are I really feel sorry for you," I muttered as I passed her. Her eyebrows raised, but she said nothing.

After I returned to my seat I noticed the woman glancing back at me from time to time. After a few minutes passed she got up, went to the bar, and got another drink. I got a good look at her entire body then -- it was really, really fine. She had the aforementioned big chest, a small waist, big hips, a round butt, and really nice legs. After her glass was refilled she surprised me when instead of returning to her table she came to mine. She didn't ask if she could join me but merely sat down.

"So what's your problem, Stud?"

"Sorry if I was too forward it telling you how forlorn you looked," I defensively replied, having been caught off-guard by her directness.

"You were more 'direct' than 'forward,' and to me 'direct' is good. And I do feel like shit -- but I asked you first, what's your problem?"

"I'm not the most open guy in the world -- I'm...uh...well, I'm reticent to open up to anybody."

"I'm a good listener, I don't judge, and I can solve anybody's problems -- except for my own, that is," she quickly responded, the "except for my own" part delivered with what could best be described as somewhere between a cackle and a nervous laugh.

I silently stared into her black eyes for a long time, occasionally glancing at her left hand ring finger which prominently displayed a wedding band and a big honking diamond ring with emerald baguettes. 

She stared right back, occasionally taking a sip of her drink, which I concluded was Drambuie, "an odd choice for an afternoon drink in a bar," I thought. 

Finally I said "OK," and then proceeded to pour out my heart to this complete stranger.

She let me talk for almost an hour, interrupted only when our glasses were empty and I got up to refill them -- and confirmed that she was drinking Drambuie. She would interject a short comment or ask a probing question every once in a while, and occasionally raised her eyebrows or made a face. 

As I droned on I started to notice that she really was a stimulating woman. The way that she flipped her long hair to the side, the method by which she caused her mouth to engage her drink glass, the way that she moved her arms, the manner in which she unconsciously licked her lips or ran a finger over an eyebrow -- they combined to convince me that she was likely the most sultry woman that I had ever seen.

She was also the best listener that I had ever met. Strangely, when I was finished relating my tale of woe, I felt better.

"Thanks for listening," I said when I finally detailed my last problem. "Just telling you what's preying on my mind makes me feel a little better."

She made a point of taking a slow sip of her liqueur. Then she figuratively hit me between the eyes.

"You've got problems, but not the ones you think. The situations you related are only symptomatic of your real problems," she blurted out.

"Say what?" I asked, taken aback.

"Your number one problem is that you look at the glass half empty rather than half full. People don't like to be around pessimists, whether it's in business or personal interactions. Secondly, you have a poor self-image. You don't recognize that you have the inner strength to make yourself anything that you want to be; if you'd just tap it you could successfully deal with all of the manifestations of your problems, and instead of whining about them you'd take action."

Then she paused for effect before she said, "Third, your wife is completely right in telling you that you need to help around the house and pay attention to the kids rather than vegetating in front of the TV."

Then after another pause she got a diabolical smile on her face and concluded with "Fourth, you really need to get laid -- badly!"

I didn't actually fall off of my chair, but I was as shocked as in any conversation in my life. Oddly, although my reaction wasn't positive, it wasn't negative either. Without any attempted sarcasm I replied "Are you a psychologist, or something?"

"Or something," she chortled. "Before I analyze you further, I have a question for you; and I want an honest answer. OK?"

"After your declaration, how could I be anything but honest?" I guffawed.

"Do you find me attractive?"

I paused for a few seconds -- not quite the question that I expected. Finally I responded, "Yeah, I do; I like both your body and your personality -- so far that is, unless you vocalize another dozen or so of my character weaknesses." 

"How old do you think that I am?"

"Thirty two," I instantly replied, hoping that my honest opinion wasn't going to insult her.

"Thirty eight," she shot back. "Think that's too old for a guy in his twenties?"

"I think that you could fuck any guy that you wanted to just by giving him a 'come hither' motion with your finger."

She got up from the table, walked toward the left of the bar while shaking her bulbous ass, then stopped about ten feet away. She turned and gave me a "come hither" motion with her right forefinger; her forlorn look had changed to a sexy one.

I was like in a fucking trance as I rose from my seat without conscious thought and started following her, spellbound by her wiggling ass.

The bar that we were in had a men's bathroom, women's bathroom, and a handicap bathroom between them. She stopped at the handicap bathroom and motioned for me to open the door for her. As she walked in she grabbed my arm and pulled me in with her, then closed and locked the door.

"We need to have a nice, animalistic, spontaneous, fuck," she snickered. "It will help you, and is also just what I need."

She then pulled my face down by yanking on my tie, and planted a passionate kiss on me. The surreal situation that was unfolding didn't really give me a chance to think -- I just reacted. And my reaction was just the type that I despised -- I returned her passionate kiss the best that I could.

After a nice juicy lip lock her hands started roaming to my belt and crotch, and mine found her tits -- really hard to miss! I was revealing in the lushness of her upper body and lips when I felt my pants, shortly followed by my boxers, hit the floor. As she grabbed my cock I put my right hand under her skirt and immediately found her heat-radiating pussy, devoid of panties. As she stroked me I finger fucked her.

Her pussy and clit were very sensitive. She broke our kiss after only a few seconds of my finger-fucking and groaned like an old waterwheel. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned as she released my cock and started massaging my balls. I only needed to be asked once since I could feel my raging hard-on draining all the blood from my brain, and any rational thought along with it. I had no idea if this woman was a diseased whore, a plant by my wife, a blackmailer, or a mental patient. My sense of morality and disgust with cheaters never even crossed my so-called mind.

I grabbed both of her thighs, instantly marveling at how toned they were, lifted her up and pinned her against the wall, and moved my cock to the general area of her pussy. She guided it in. I buried myself with one thrust. She let out a scream muffled by her mouth being buried in my shoulder, and started squeezing and releasing my cock with powerful pc muscles. I banged as hard as I could, grunting loudly with each reciprocation, and she continued a muffled scream into my shoulder.

It didn't take long before I shot stream after stream of manly goo into her pulsating cunt, which caused her to shake violently, obviously overtaken by her own climax. Despite my weak knees, I kept pumping long after my last salvo had been deposited, and she continued shaking and spasming until I finally had no energy left.

I gradually lowered her feet to the floor, trying my best not to drop her or collapse myself. When she had her feet on the ground we hugged while groaning for several minutes, and then once again she shocked the hell out of me by dropping to her knees and sucking my cock while manipulating my balls. That was a first in my experience -- I had never before had a woman suck my cock immediately after a fuck -- it was delicious.

When she rose from her knees she kissed me again, and I fervently kissed her back. When she broke our kiss she pulled up my boxers and pants, fastened my belt, and while staring at me with her enchanting black eyes mumbled "Thanks -- I really needed that. It was an all-time fuck for me."

"Holy shit -- thank you. I don't even remember what my problems were," I said before giving her another peck on the lips.

"Let's go back to our table and talk," she said with a sly grin.

I stopped at the bar and got us each another drink as she wobbled back to our table, walking a little bowlegged, which filled me with pride. When I sat next to her rather than across from her as she chugged her drink with her right hand she placed her left hand on my crotch, smiling when she noticed that my cock was three-quarters hard.

"So, stud, if you want to fuck again I need to know your name," she said. When I started to answer she interrupted me with "I don't need your real one, just one that I can refer to you by."

Since Brett Favre was my favorite football player I responded "Brett. What's your fake name?"

"Gina," she said with a smile and a squeeze of my cock. "So Brett, would you like to continue to fuck."

"Since the one we just had was the most physically satisfying of my life, Hell Yeah!" was my immediate, and unthinking, response.

"Do you like to eat pussy?"

"I love to eat pussy."

"Are you willing to fuck on a regular basis without finding out anything about me, and without getting attached to me or ever investigating who I am, where I live, or anything else?" she rambled.

I thought about that for a second. I finally replied "If the sex with you is always as good as today, I will agree to anything -- although I can't guarantee that I won't at some point feel something for you."

"As long as you don't act on it, that's OK. Agreed?"

"Agreed," I quickly responded, resulting in a big grin from Gina and another squeeze of my cock.

"How will we get in touch with each other?" I asked.

"Here's my present, temporary, email address," she said after reaching into her purse for a pen and piece of paper and writing down something ending in "@aol.com."

I looked at it perplexed. "What the hell is an email address?" I asked.

At this point I need to clarify something. It was 1993 and Quantum Computer Services had just changed its name to AOL. Internet service was dialup and many people knew little to nothing about email, and I was obviously one of them.

She laughed. "It's an electronic communication system using a computer and Internet service. This is my address on that system. You're going to need to figure it out, and get your own email address, if you want to ever fuck me again. And quickly, because I change my email address every two weeks, and this one is almost a week old," she continued, pointing to the address on the note that she had given me.

Despite the perplexed look on my face she continued. "When you get your email address, send me the following message." With that she wrote on the slip with her email address "Hi girl; this is Amber. When and where should we meet for some heavy duty shopping?" Then Gina continued "I'll send you a time, date, and place, and we can meet up again."

I was still perplexed as she gave me another cock squeeze, a quick kiss, got up and said "I've got to run. I really hope that you're interested enough to get with the program." Then she was gone.

As I sat there staring at the door she had just exited my crotch suddenly felt uncomfortable. Shit, my dick was rock hard again. My cock was now officially in control of me, and it was telling me that I had some work to do.

****************** 

I left that bar with a purpose and an outlook that I had not had for years -- maybe ever. I went back to my office and made out a list of what I had to do. It included: becoming more successful at work because if I was going to have an affair I needed to be sure that I was OK financially; finding out what the hell the Internet and email were and tapping into them; and finding a way to deal with my family so that they were happy and wouldn't be tipped off about my fucking Gina.

I took to heart everything that Gina had to say. In particular that I was a half-empty rather than half-full guy, devoid of self-confidence, and who didn't give his family the attention that they deserved. I decided that those aspects of my personality were changing right now!

That night, with my new outlook on life, I was in a cheery mood when I got home. I gave Gloria a big hug and kiss, wrestled with Luke and Rose and chased them around the house pretending that I was a tickle monster. Without being asked, I set the table and poured the kids glasses of milk. Gloria said nothing, but I could see that her eyebrows raised and there was the start of a smile on her face.

We talked about nothing but happy things at dinner, I cleaned up some milk that Rose spilled on the floor and instead of chastising her about it tickled her. I cleared the dishes and loaded the dishwasher -- something while not unheard of was certainly a rarity. After everything was cleaned up I enticed Gloria, Luke and Rose into a game of team Candyland, with Rose and I against Gloria and Luke. I had yet to acknowledge the TV, let alone turn it on.

I read the kids a story at bedtime -- again while not unheard of a rarity -- and instead of immediately becoming a couch commando in charge of the remote asked Gloria if she wanted to watch something. I actually sat with her and cuddled through a chick flick. I didn't even belittle it when we watched.

That night when we went to bed instead of trying to attack Gloria -- even though Gina had so ginned me up that I would have loved to fuck her brains out -- I gave her a back rub and then merely snuggled up to her to fall asleep.

The next day, a Friday, I left for work an hour earlier than normal. I stopped off at a computer store that I had found in the phone book the night before. I found an extremely helpful and knowledgeable employee -- someone we would call a "geek" today -- who gave me a quick course in computers and email, and even demonstrated how email worked and how to access the Internet. I found that I could buy a simple computer and modem on time, and did so. The computer dude promised to install it in my office that afternoon.

When I got to work I informed my boss that I was getting a computer to assist in finding prospects on the Internet, and also asked what I had to do to also begin selling business insurance as well as personal. After some apprehension on his part, for the first time in months he seemed to be willing to truly interact with me.

The first thing that I did when the computer dude set up my computer was -- with his help -- to establish an email account. During the rest of the afternoon I searched for prospects on the Internet, and found a course at the local community college about business insurance.

That night Gloria's sister Sybil and her husband Bill came over for dinner. Again without being asked I set the table, cleared it, read the kids a story when I put them to bed, and was completely jovial in interacting with Gloria's relatives once the kids were asleep. During the evening Gloria and Sybil indicated an interest in seeing a movie that Bill and I had no interest in.

"Honey," I said to Gloria, "if you watch the kids tomorrow morning while I go into work for a while and sign up for a community college course, I'll watch them while you and Sybil go to the movie. I'm sure that Bill would love a chance to go bowling while Sybil is out."

All three of them brightened up. "Won't you get bored?" Gloria asked, with clear surprise in her voice.

"Hell no, the kids and I will have a great time, and once they go to bed I'll start studying about business insurance -- I want to expand my knowledge to be more successful at work."




Leave Well Enough Alone



None of them had ever heard me talk about going into work on a Saturday, or expanding my work activities, so they were more than a little shocked. However, Bill really did want to go bowling; Gloria did really want a break from the kids and to see the movie; and Sybil really did want to not only see the movie but have a night with her sister, so they all agreed with big smiles on their faces.

That night I again gave Gloria a back rub and snuggled up to her. My cock was rock hard, still inspired by my animal fuck with Gina. However, I made no move on Gloria, even though she had to have felt my hard-on when I snuggled her.

Of course the first thing that I did when I got into work on Saturday morning was to email Gina with exactly the statement that she had given me. I then made cold calls for a couple of hours, and actually arranged for two presentations -- one of the few times that I had been successful with cold calls. Maybe my upbeat attitude during the calls really helped.

My boss came into work for a few minutes when I was setting up one of the presentations -- and had to have overheard me. He didn't say anything, but I noticed a look on his face somewhere between stunned, happy, and perplexed.

Before I left work I got a return email from Gina's email address. It read, "Hi Amber. Let's meet Thursday at noon at the southeast corner of 35th and Broad."

I immediately replied "Confirmed; Cheers, Amber." I was so excited that I felt like a little kid when Christmas was approaching.

We had a nice family outing when I got home early Saturday afternoon. Several times Gloria asked if she should beg off the movie and I just hugged her and said "Absolutely not; have a good time. The kids and I will be fine."

I made the kids mac and cheese for dinner -- about the extent of my cuisine preparation abilities -- and we had an excellent time while Gloria was out. I found that solo child care was more tiring than I thought, however, and Gloria found me zoned out in front of the TV when she got home. She woke me up and gushed about what a good time that she and Sybil had had, and about how I would have hated the movie. Then she thanked me for babysitting. "Hey, they're my kids too; I wasn't babysitting. We had a good time, and I appreciate how much work it is tending to them with only one person. I vow to help out more in the future."

I think that there was actually a tear in her eye when I said that. She gave me a kiss. 

As I showered before bed something happened that hadn't since before kids. Gloria got into the shower with me. We giggled as we washed each other off. After she started soaping up my cock for the third time I laughed "I think that it's clean by now Gloria, and any other washing will likely result only in it blasting away."

Then she shocked the hell out of me. "I wouldn't want to waste that," she giggled. "I have plans for it tonight!" With that she rinsed it off, turned off the water, got out of the shower, and threw me a towel as she was drying off. "Hurry up, I'm horny," she said, in a husky voice that ended in another giggle.

I couldn't fucking believe it when she got into bed naked. She had been in a long nightgown or pajamas for at least the last year despite my attempts to get her to show more skin. That was nothing compared to the reception I got when I slid into bed with my flagpole sticking straight up in the air. She started sucking my cock, and after it was to her liking impaled her pussy on it while sticking her tits out.

Gloria rode me hard as I vigorously manipulated her tits. When I felt my balls boiling over I moved one hand from a tit to her clit and she instantly orgasmed, squeezing my cock with her pussy as she did so, and resulting in my cock immediately flooding her pussy with joy juice.

Gloria collapsed on me, moaning, as I continued to slowly buck up into her long after the last spurt of cum had been deposited. We stayed in that position with my cock still in her pussy until we were on the verge of sleep, and when a simultaneous orgasmic aftershock startled both of us she rolled into a spoon position next to me.

In the middles of the night I got up to go to the bathroom. When I returned I saw her glistening pussy and thighs as she lay in a spread-eagle position. I immediately got rock hard again. I ate her pussy until she was completely awake and then penetrated her. She wrapped her thighs around me and I fucked her brains out as she moaned and whimpered until an orgasm rendered her almost senseless. When I ejaculated into her she melted, and when I withdrew she instinctively glommed tightly onto me.

As I lay snuggled up to her I wondered "Could being cheery, helping with the housework, and taking care of the kids, have been an aphrodisiac to Gloria? What else explains the best sex that we've had in more than a year?"

**************** 

The next week I was on a natural high. Having sex that Gloria initiated (not just Saturday night, but again Tuesday night) enhanced my now cheery disposition even more, the kids loved spending time with me, the boss -- although tentative -- seemed to be starting to have an attitude change toward me, and I actually sold two $500,000 plus life insurance policies and one small disability policy by Wednesday afternoon. It was fortunate that things had fallen into place by then because I could barely sleep Wednesday night, or do any work Thursday morning, thinking about Gina.

"Will she look as good as I remembered? Now that things are going well with Gloria should I cancel? Will I end up with real disappointment? Will she?" were some of the many things ricocheting through my putty mind.

I was able to keep my angst in check by making some more cold calls from work Thursday morning. I was actually becoming good at that. About 11:20 my willpower deserted me, however, so I left for my rendezvous with Gina. I got to 35th and Broad by 11:50 and anxiously paced with my mind in turmoil. At one minute after noon a teenage girl came up to me, handed me an envelope that contained a note and a key, and left without a word. "In three minutes enter the building at 3618 Broad and go up to suite 1212. The key operates the elevator and opens the door to the room."

I did as instructed. The building at 3618 Broad looked like an apartment or condo building, and probably had fifteen or sixteen floors. Suite 1212 was at the back, not facing the street. I silently let myself into the living room. I noticed that it was quite spacious and decorated with nice furniture and original art. A modern kitchen was off to the left, with a hallway extending further to the left. Turning toward the hallway I quietly asked "Anyone here?"

"In the bedroom," came a sing-song voice to the rear of the hallway. When I got back to the bedroom I was greeted by a magnificent site. Gina stood there with her hands on her hips and wearing only a smile. Her tits had nipples that were oversized even considering their immense size -- at least a D cup -- and were firm with just enough sag to demonstrate that they were natural. Her hips were ample, perhaps seeming more so because of her small waist, and her thighs were trim yet muscular. Her pussy had only a landing strip, with very prominent lips and a prominent clit. My dick -- which had already been half-hard in anticipation -- inflated fully so quickly that it jammed into my zipper and actually hurt until I adjusted it.

"WOW!" I reflexively exclaimed.

"You like?" she asked, obviously the most rhetorical question I had ever heard, as she slowly twirled around.

"Your body takes my breath away," I exhaled -- which actually did leave me breathless.

Gina provocatively strolled up to me, put her arms around my neck, and gave me a smile then a quick peck. "My pussy has been leaking thinking about today," she snickered. "I hope that you have an active tongue. I'd love a couple of oral orgasms before you fuck my brains out,"

"Your wish is my command," was my trite reply.

She slowly undressed me, slapping my hands if I tried to help. Once she had me naked she kissed my cock and giggled "I didn't actually get to see it last time you were so interested in porking me; it's beautiful and just the right size!" Then she led me to the king-sized bed. She lay down with her legs spread and the most diabolical grin that I had ever seen. I dove right in.

She was so wet that I almost drowned -- but what a way to go if it happened! I devoured her clit, massaged her pussy lips, fingered her G-spot, and brought her through three orgasms. She was panting and moaning when I turned her over, lifted her onto her knees, and buried my desperately-seeking-relief cock in one thrust. I was like the Energizer Bunny as I pummeled the shit out of her while she continuously pulsed her pc muscles to clamp and release my cock, and weakly tried to push back. Her massive tits were slapping together as I banged away, a sound that just about drove me nuts. When I felt my cock twitching I moved my hands from her hips to the bulbous wonders on her chest, and stroked her nipples as I injected gob after gob into her sweet pussy. She screamed and collapsed, babbling incoherently.

When about ten minutes later we both regained our complete faculties she smiled at me and said and then asked "You fucking animal; are you trying to kill me?"

"I'm just making sure that you want to come back for more," I cackled.

"Not a real problem," she chortled back.

Then, instead of normal post-coital conservation, she engaged me in a discussion of how my relationship with my wife and kids was going, whether things were improving at work, and life in general. Oddly, I didn't feel even the least little bit strange in talking to her about those subjects. At one point she started stroking my half hard cock and said "Fuck me with my heels on your shoulders and I'll give you the names of some prospects to sell life insurance policies to."

I smiled, rolled her onto her back, lifted up and spread her legs as she giggled, admired her sleek thighs and oversized-nipples, and then shoved my cock up her channel and started slowly rotating and pumping. Once she started mumbling "Oh fuck...oh yes,,,oh shit," I started pounding in earnest. I moved my hands from her calves to her nipples and bounced up and down as I stroked in and out, until we again dissolved in synchronous orgasms.

After another recovery, some more bizarre but uplifting -- for me -- pillow talk, she sucked me hard again and, unprecedented for me, I came a third time in a two hour period, this time fucking her tits. I was surprised when she had a mild orgasm when I ejaculated onto her chest and chin.

The third fuck was not as debilitating as the first two so we shortly had enough energy to get up and shower together. She helped me get dressed while she stayed naked. When I had to leave and she kissed me good-bye I was the sorriest person ever, but was buoyed when she whispered into my ear "next Wednesday, 1 p. m., same place, keep the key," as she slipped a piece of paper into my hand.

I was in a daze as I drove back to my office. I'm sure that I almost got in a few accidents, but somehow did manage to stay alive. The first thing that I did when I got back was to splash some cold water on my face; then I started calling the five names on the list Gina had given me. It resulted in three appointments -- I was flabbergasted!

I was really feeling good that night. Gloria was working that day so I called her as soon as I knew that she'd be home and suggested that we take the kids out for dinner -- something simple like the Olive Garden, but much appreciated by her and them. We were a happy quartet at dinnertime and afterward. After we put the kids to bed together, Gloria cuddled with me on the couch and we fell asleep in each other's arms, and dragged our giddy asses to bed about 2 a. m.

Gloria and I made love Friday night, twice on Sunday, and Tuesday night, each time initiated by her but with my enthusiastic cooperation. I fantasized that I was fucking Gina the first night, but after that I was only into Gloria.

Two of the three people that I met with from Gina's list ended up buying policies. I also sold two others on my own before I met with Gina on Wednesday. When I arrived at Suite1212, Gina was waiting for me in the living room -- with only an apron, high heels, and frilly maid's cap on, and a feather duster in her hand.

"Oh Messier, I am so sorry; I did not know that you were coming," she said in the worst French accent I had ever heard in my life, while she pretended to be covering up her breasts. I played right along.

"Michelle, you're a bad girl. I told you many times to remain fully clothed when cleaning my condo. What do I need to do to punish you so that you'll learn your lesson?"

"Oh, please -- give me another chance. Do not bend me over a chair and spank me, and then fuck me; please," she continued in her horrible French-lish.

I undressed as she circled a padded armchair in the living area, continuing to plead her case. Of course once I was naked she let me catch her, and then I bent her over the back of the padded chair, swatted her butt a few times, and then got on my knees and licked her pussy. She continued to meekly protest in her bad French accent until her first orgasm hit -- rendering her incapable of further vocalization. That was my cue to fuck her; which I did with alacrity while massaging her ass, including fingering her rosebud. Our simultaneous orgasms were earth shattering.

When I pulled out of her we dropped next to each other onto the floor, giggling. I sucked on her tits while she played with my balls, as we occasionally exchanged kisses. After a while she squeezed my balls and chuckled "You're sucking me raw -- carry me to the bed," which I was happy to do.

She proceeded to interrogate me about Gloria, the kids, my job, and my parents' health. "Wheelbarrow me and I've got a nice surprise for you," she cackled when she sensed that her tits were mesmerizing me and I could no longer carry on a meaningful conversation.

"What does 'Wheelbarrow' mean?" I cluelessly inquired.

"I get in a wheelbarrow position with you holding me by the thighs, and then you push your little friend into my pussy and make my toes curl."

I had never done the Wheelbarrow before but I took to it naturally, spurred on by my intense desire to bury my cock in her tight pussy again. She moaned loudly as I pummeled her, and when I moved one hand along her thigh to her crotch and fingered her clit she screamed and went wild, causing me to lose it and fill her pussy with my man cream.

After another recovery, some more conversation, and her sucking me hard again, I finished with a tit fuck just like I had the week before.

After our shower as I was getting ready to leave she asked for the key back since we couldn't use the condo again, said that she'd email me -- from a new email address -- about when and where to meet next time. She then slipped a piece of paper into my pants pocket as we kissed good-bye.

When I got back to work, beaming with happiness and pride, I looked at Gina's note. It had the name of a doctor for my Dad to see about his prostate cancer, in addition to the names of four potential insurance clients. I immediately called my Dad and begged him to get an appointment with the doctor on Gina's sheet, then made the calls to the four people on her list, resulting in appointments with two of them.

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The next three months my life continued to get better and better. My relationship with Gloria -- including the sex -- was never better. The kids loved it that I paid attention to them and not the TV. My Mom's treatment was working and the doctor that Gina recommended for my Dad was giving him new hope. At work, the boss who previously was clearly seeking to get me fired had a heart-to-heart conversation with me. "About four months ago I was within a week of firing you. I don't know what shaped you up, but your improvement has been dramatic. You might even qualify for a bonus at the end of the year -- keep up the good work."

The sex with Gina not only stayed incredible, but it seemed to get even better -- if that was possible. We tried almost every position that two people could contort their bodies into, although each seesion we always had at least one conventional fuck, usually in doggy position with me mauling her tits just before I came. We met one or sometimes two times a week, for two or three hours a session. Our venue changed form week-to-week, as did the days of the week and times, and our only communication was by email -- in code. She changed her email address about every two weeks, while I kept the one that I used with her the same, although by now I had another email address that I used for business. 

In addition to fucking each other senseless, Gina and I always had provocative discussions. She was continually interesting to talk to, without fail had at least one great motivational idea, and helped me with my approach to sales. There was never anything except joy unless I asked her questions about herself, her business, or her family. "I told you don't ask anything about me. It is the only thing that will kill our relationship," she said with a stern tone. After the third time I asked the wrong questions I had to coax her back into bed she was so pissed, so I never asked again.

Around the fourth month of my relationship with Gina, after a first glorious fuck on a Thursday afternoon, she had some news. "Hey Brett, we're not going to be able to meet the next two weeks. I'm going to Europe with my husband." Even though I suspected from her wedding ring that she was married, this was the first time that she ever confirmed it. "I have a recommendation for you, though. Ship your kids off somewhere and take your wife on a trip, and fuck her brains out."

I was shocked by what she had to say. When I regained my composure I said "God, I'm going to miss you Gina. I'd like to follow your recommendation, but I'm not in the financial position to do so. While I'm on track for a decent bonus at the end of the fiscal year, I've had to pay off my computer, and I don't really have enough money saved for a trip."

She chuckled, pulled what I found out was a butt plug out of a bag at the side of the bed, and said "If you fuck my pussy with this butt plug in my ass, I may have another surprise for you."

She explained what she wanted, gave me some lube, I slowly inserted the lubed plug into her asshole while she was on her hands and knees, and then I fucked her. With the butt plug in her already snug pussy there was almost no room for my cock -- "almost." Gina started shaking and spasming as soon as I was buried. I almost didn't have to pump my cock in and out she was so energized. She had three orgasms before I came and when I did it was all-time. 

For the first time in our relationship, Gina didn't recover quickly. She either passed out or fell asleep, so I just lay next to her, sucking on her magnificent tits. Only when I needed to leave did I wake her. She was still too groggy to get up so for the first time I showered by myself. When I finished she had a chagrined look on her face.

"Sorry, Brett; you really wiped me out. What a nice going away present."

"Glad that I could help," I chuckled as I twisted her nipples.

"You did such a good job -- bring me my purse."

I retrieved her purse from the chair in the bedroom we were in and handed it to her. She pulled out $1000 in cash and handed to me. "Here's a loan -- take your wife on a trip, sans kids."

I tried to refuse, but she wouldn't hear of it. I finally relented, but asked "What are the terms?"

"Pay it back within a year."

"What's the interest rate?"

"At least one butt plug fuck a month."

"Deal," I said as I planted a lip lock on her.




Leave Well Enough Alone



By Sunday I had arranged for Sybil to watch the kids, with the help of a sitter; I had talked to Gloria's boss at work and arranged for her to get the next Wednesday through Sunday off; I had arranged my schedule so that I could take off work; and I had purchased four nights and five days at a resort about two hundred miles away.

Although it was hard, I kept it a secret from Gloria until I whisked her off Wednesday morning. She protested, but Sybil helped her pack and convinced her that she needed a break -- we hadn't had a family vacation in two years, and none with just us two in four years.

Gloria and I fucked twice every night on our vacation, got a couple's massage, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. While the sex wasn't as exciting or physically intense as with Gina, it was completely satisfying because I was in love with Gloria.

When we got back Sunday afternoon, and picked up our kids from my exhausted sister and her hubby, Gloria was virtually radiating happiness. The kids were thrilled to see both of us, and gave us many hugs and kisses. After we put them to bed for the night Gloria led me into the family room and sat me down on the couch. With tears in her eyes she unloaded what was on her mind.

"Brian -- I want to tell you how happy I am. Six months ago I was in a bad place, just like our relationship. Since then you've done everything in your power to improve our lives. I...I...I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am, and how much I love you."

Then she broke down and cried. I held her tight until she stopped sobbing, repeating "I love you Gloria."

When Gloria stopped crying, she got a devilish look on her face, quickly stripped, pulled down my pants, and while I sat on the couch, facing away from me, she sat on my lap and buried my cock in her pussy. I massaged her tits as she bounced up and down while she simultaneously massaged my balls. Since the kids were born Gloria was never interested in having sex anywhere but our room, but she was really, really into it that night in our family room. Our simultaneous orgasms were monumental. It was at least a half hour after our climaxes before we had the energy to disengage and giddily stumble up to our bedroom.

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For roughly three years since I had met Gina we continued our liaisons, averaging once a week. There were only a few times that I had any angst, and those times were when Gina had some sort of bruise on her body. I didn't dare inquire further when I asked her about them and she responded with a laugh and "I'm clumsy and fell," or something of the sort. I knew it was bullshit but I sure didn't want to rock the boat with Gina -- my get-togethers with her were extremely important to me.

Gina never told me anything about herself, but because I had really gotten good at using the Internet -- much better than anyone that I worked with -- I was certain that I had found out that she was a top notch real estate agent. Every place where we had a liaison that I could find on the Internet was a condo that was unoccupied and for sale. However aside from pegging her as a real estate agent I didn't find out more about her. I was reluctant to pull out all of the stops and violate her confidence in me.

There were many times when I got a little off track with my family or job when Gina would set me right. She continued to be the only person in my life who was completely candid with me and knew how to get me to change my behavior or get my head out of my ass without offending me. She kept me so directed that I not only paid back the loan that she had given me within just a few months, but by the end of 1996 Gloria and I had saved a considerable amount of money, and I had a bright future since I was now one of the highest producers at work rather than at the bottom. 

Then I did something stupid. I don't know whether in my subconscious mind I wanted to break up with Gina because my relationship with Gloria (especially our sexual connection) and my kids was at an all-time high and I started to wonder what would happen if Gloria ever found out about Gina. Or maybe I had fallen in love with Gina too, and wanted even more out of our relationship, and I was feeling inadequate because she wouldn't tell me anything about herself even though she knew everything about me.

Anyway -- the stupid thing that I did was to follow Gina after one of our sessions. 

Without exception, Gina left the condo that we were fucking in after I did. I assumed that it was because she had to change the sheets and otherwise clean up so that there was no evidence that we were there. After an exceptionally -- even for us -- great fuck session one Wednesday, I waited for her to exit the building. I saw her get into a Mercedes in a nearby parking lot -- she was certainly classy enough to be driving a Mercedes -- and drive right past me. I had an innocuous old gray Chevy, and I was sure that she didn't see me follow her.

I only had to trail Gina for about three miles before she turned into the underground parking lot of a high rise. I pulled up next to the entrance to the high rise to try to gather as much information as I could when there was a tap on the driver's side window. There was a big, tough-looking guy, who was obviously intentionally exposing the handgun in his belt, peering in at me. I rolled down the window.

"You better have a good reason for following Mrs. Antonelli," he snarled.

"Uh -- this is really embarrassing," I mumbled, trying to come up with something.

"Well?" he snarled again.

As I subtlety removed my wedding ring and dropped it to the floor of the car I stuttered, "Uh...well...I saw this beautiful woman on the street a ways back. I'm single and really in the market for a relationship, and I thought that I'd try and find out if she is married. Now that you say that she is married, that does it for me. I'll look elsewhere."

"Be sure that you do; be real sure," the big guy snapped. "Mr. Guido Antonelli don't like her being disturbed in any way. Got it?"

"Yeah, I sure do -- you won't ever see me again," I stammered, then pulled away as quickly as I could.

Although shaken, when I got back to my office I immediately searched female Antonelli real estate agents. There she was -- Gabrielle Antonelli, lead real estate agent at the largest local agency in the city. The photo next to her name left no doubt that it was her. I then searched "Guido Antonelli." Not surprisingly considering the interaction that I had just had with the goon in front of Gina/Gabrielle's building, Guido Antonelli was a suspected mobster who had been arrested several times for racketeering, but never convicted. 

I was still digesting the information that I had located when "You've got mail" popped up on my monitor. "I can't believe that you ruined our beautiful relationship. I'm crushed. Don't try to contact me again -- I think that you can see why I told you that it was dangerous for you to try and find out about me."

I tried to send a reply that said "I'm so sorry; I've fallen in love with you and had to know who you were. You've been the most helpful person in my entire life. Can't we continue somehow?"

My reply bounced back. She had already canceled her email address. I didn't dare try the one on her agency's webpage.

I was in a funk for a week. Gloria asked me about it the second day in, but I told her that I just wasn't feeling well. I finally focused on what Gina had said to me when I was in a minor funk about a year earlier. "Get your head out of your ass, Brett. Didn't you learn not to cry over spilt milk? Bitch-slap yourself and get back into the game."

I took her advice and slapped myself twice. That day I popped out of my funk, but I never stopped fondly remembering my time with Gina.

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By 2013, twenty years after I met Gina/Gabrielle, life was good; real good. Gloria and I had just celebrated our 28th wedding anniversary with a two week trip to France and we were still very much in love, with a great sex life. Our kids had both finished graduate school with MBAs -- Gloria and I had never even graduated college -- and were working in the city. Both kids were also engaged. 

I now owned the agency that I had almost been fired from before I met Gina, and had more money than I ever dreamed that I would. Gloria was the volunteer head of one local charity, and I was the volunteer vice president of the Police Boys and Girls Club.

I opened up the local newspaper on a Wednesday morning. The headline read "Reputed Mobster Guido Antonelli Killed; Wife Arrested." The caption under the photo beneath the headline was "Gabrielle Antonelli is led away in handcuffs after being arrested as responsible for her husband's death." Although she was now seventeen years older than the last time that I saw her -- and fifty eight years old -- from the photo she still looked good.

I was flabbergasted. I had to sit down. Fortunately Gloria wasn't at home since she and our daughter Rose had gotten an early start, looking at potential reception venues for Rose's upcoming nuptials. I poured myself a drink at 9:00 a.m. for the first time that I could remember -- ironically a Drambuie. 

After the shock wore off, I quickly resolved that I had to help Gabrielle any way that I could. 

When I got to the office I immediately called my most senior contact with the police, Captain Tom Samuels, who I had worked with for four years with the Boys and Girls Club. He was surprised by my interest in the case, but promised to get back to me with any information that he could get.

It was Monday morning before Tom got back to me. Gabrielle was in the local jail charged with voluntary manslaughter, not murder. Bail had been set at $500,000, which supposedly Gabrielle couldn't afford. She had an attorney representing her, and I got her name -- Jennifer Grant; a well-known local criminal defense attorney. I called Jennifer and made an appointment to meet her the next day.

Jennifer was a little surprised by my interest in the case. I simply told her that I was an old friend of Gabrielle's, although I had not seen her in seventeen years. "I want to help with bail, although I am surprised that Gabrielle doesn't have the money for it," I told Jennifer.

"Because of the nature of the case we can't find a bail bondsman on acceptable terms, and Guido had control of all of their money despite the fact that Gabrielle had a successful career as a real estate agent, and she doesn't now have access to it," Jennifer replied. "Plus the life insurance on Guido won't pay unless she is found not guilty because of self-defense."

"How much do you need?" I asked.

"To make bail and have enough to start the defense, $400,000."

"I'll have it for you by Friday," I replied, "providing that I can meet with Gabrielle once she gets out on bail."

Jennifer smiled. "Get the money by Friday -- I assure you that Gabrielle will meet with you."

By Friday night Gabrielle was out of jail. Monday afternoon I met her at Jennifer's office, alone, in an interior conference room with no windows, interior or exterior. When I closed the door Gabrielle stood up and walked toward me. Except for some gray streaks in her hair and some lines in her face she didn't really look much different than she did seventeen years ago, better than in the newspaper photo. She still had that glorious body.

"Hello, Brian," she said.

"Hello, Gabrielle," I replied as I took her into my arms.

We had a passionate kiss, and then sat down, holding hands.

"I appreciate your interest, Brian, but I don't want to screw up your relationship with your wife."

"I will make sure that my help doesn't do that. You aren't skipping bail, are you?" I asked with a smile.

"Not hardly," she chuckled.

"Guido abused you even at the time of our relationship, didn't he?"

She first glanced down at the floor, and then looked me straight in the eye. "Yes. That's why my relationship with you was so important to me. It was nothing but joy. I loved every second of it. You were kind, considerate, loving -- and your cock fit my pussy perfectly. For three hours a week I could be in heaven."

"What happened after I screwed up?" I asked.

"I took the advice that I gave you and 'manned-up.' I got a gun and made sure that Guido knew that I would blow his balls off if he hit me again. It worked until about two weeks ago. He smacked me good and then came toward me with a knife in his hands. I shot him once right between the eyes."

Gabrielle put her face in her hands and sobbed quietly. I hugged her tightly. When she recovered and wiped the tears away I looked deeply into her black eyes: "I'm sorry that I screwed up our perfect relationship, I should have left well enough alone," I said with a frown. "My screw-up was one of the biggest regrets of my life; but my biggest regret was not being able to thank you for what you did for me. You were the biggest reason for my success, both with my family and business. I'll forever be grateful; and I want to pay you back."

She smiled and squeezed my hand.

"If you collect on Guido's life insurance how much will that be?"

"$2,000,000."

"Well then all you have to do is make sure that you win, and I'll front the money for your defense,. You can pay me back after the trial."

"Sounds like a plan," she laughed as she squeezed my hand again. "Would you like another liaison for old times' sake?"

"I can't," I replied with a frown. "I would like nothing better, but I'd get addicted to you and eventually would be exposed -- especially with the attention you'll be getting from the press. It would kill me if Gloria found out."

"You really have gotten smarter, haven't you?" she chuckled.

We kissed good-bye, then I met with Jennifer to assure her payment for Gabrielle's defense, and left.

That was the second to the last time that I saw Gabrielle. She did win at trial. Jennifer was extremely efficient and effective, and Gabrielle a perfect witness, so the trial lasted only three days. The jury was only out for two hours before finding her Not Guilty. I was in the courtroom for the verdict. 

After the trial was over Gabrielle and I exchanged smiles from a distance, but with reporters around there was no way that we were able to hug or kiss without it being splashed all over the Internet. She collected on her insurance, returned the money that I had paid for her defense, and moved to parts unknown to get away from her husband's former business associates.

I still think about her fondly! She was the best thing ever to happen to my marriage and my success in life.