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Natalie

By: Merob



Natalie had tits the size of half grapefruits. I met her at a company picnic. She worked in the advertising department and I was the firm’s hotshot salesman. We were introduced by a guy from sales, who’s the brother of the older woman from advertising who had driven Natalie to the all-day event. Natalie was 20. I was 21. 

She accepted my offer of a ride home, and returned my kiss when I told her goodnight. It wasn’t until our third date that she let me explore her mouth with my tongue. My hatd-on oozed pre-cum as it throbbed against her. She rubbed me with her body, but when I tried to fondle her tits she backed away.

Then she surprised me. “You’re making my cunt wet,” she said. “I know your prick’s hard, and I’ll be happy to jack you off. But my pussy and tits are out of bounds.”

She gave me the sloppiest open-mouth kiss I’ve ever had. And her hand massaged my cock as she sucked my tongue. Jeez. She unzipped my pants, reached in and took out my prick. She backed me up to the edge of her porch. 

“Turn around,” she said, “so I can make you come.” Then, dimly lit by a distant street light, she jacked me off. I’m not circumcised, so my foreskin slides back and forth over my knob, making me easy to jack off. When my cum spurted into the yard, my knees were so weak I thought I’d fall off the porch 

“You’re the first guy I’ve ever jacked off,” she told me. “I want to see your cum. I’ll be home alone tomorrow night, so come over and I’ll jack you off where I can watch.”

The next night, as soon as I entered her house she locked the door and said, “Take down your pants and lie on the couch so I can see your prick and balls.”

A lamp was on at each end of the couch. Natalie sat on a hassock and stared at my genitals. I was so hard that my cock was parallel to my stomach. She lifted it until it was straight up. “It’s gorgeous,” she said. When she asked its size and I told her I didn’t know, she said, “I want to measure it.”  

She got a ruler and a tape measure. “It’s six and three-quarters inches long,” she announced. “And just under an inch and a half in diameter.”

She gently fondled my nuts. “Your balls are so big and so beautiful.”

Then she jacked me off. I was in heaven. She watched in fascination as my cum shot onto my chest and stomach. She continued to hold me, and when I stayed hard, she said, “I’m going to jack you off again.” She did. And made me cum again.

The next day, I called to tell her that I’d been transferred to a sales office about 1200 miles away, and that I already was packed to leave on a company plane that afternoon. She told me she loved my prick and would miss it. 

Two years later, I returned to take over as the company’s assistant sales manager. While I was gone, I’d had affairs with four women, three of them married. All had loved to be eaten, and I’d become very adept at eating pussy. All had loved to suck my prick. Each had loved to have me come in her mouth. And each had eagerly swallowed my cum.

I called Natalie to let her know I was back. She told me she’d like to see me. She said she’d let me fondle and suck her tits, and that she might even do more.

She now shared her home with four women. Two of them worked nights and were home during the day. She refused to come to my apartment until after she found out whether or not I still appealed to her. So I’d have to figure out an alternative. I suggested a picnic. I’d furnish the food if she knew of a place where we could go and have complete privacy   

She met me at a nearby deli where I had bought potato chips and a cooler holding sandwiches, deviled eggs, vegetables with dip, and cold drinks.

On the way to the picnic spot, I told her of my sexual experiences. I was amazed at the things she had done since we’d seen each other.

We were in a rural area when she parked beside a field which she said was part of a farm owned by a woman at work. It was a balmy day, with a gentle refreshing breeze. We hiked to a big tree in the middle of the field, far enough from all sides to insure complete privacy.

She spread the blanket, and said “Let’s take off our clothes.” I barely had my shirt off when she stood before me completely naked. My prick was throbbing against my stomach as I ogled her marvelous tits, her puffy-lipped cunt with its neatly-trimmed pubic hair, and her good- looking legs that seemed to be a mile long.

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big tongue-tangling kiss. Her tits felt marvelous against my chest, and even better when I fondled them. She played with my prick after she’d opened my pants and they dropped around my ankles. I hadn’t worn underwear or socks, so I stepped out of my clothes.

“C’mon, let’s sixty-nine,” she said. I was more than ready when she got on top of me, put her mouth around my prick and her legs around my head. She had learned to suck cock as well as I had learned to eat pussy.

She momentarily stopped sucking as her warm cum filled my mouth. It tasted delicious. I continued eating her because it was enjoyable and because I wanted to taste more of her cum.

She lovingly rubbed my balls and the base of my prick, and said, “Spurt your cum into my mouth, Walt. You’ve made me come twice, so I’m going to keep sucking you until you’ve given me two loads of your cum to swallow.” I came, and she kept sucking until I came again. My prick and balls felt the most satisfied they had in a long time.

“Let’s eat lunch,” she said, then you can eat me again or we’ll fuck.”

The choices all appealed to me.

After lunch, she laid on her side, and asked me to fuck her doggie-style. We arranged our legs so that my prick easily could slide into her cunt. She pulled my arm around her and placed my hand where I could play with her tits and nipples. She backed against me as my prick glided in and out of her soaking wet cunt. When both of us had come, she said, “Let’s take a short nap before we fuck again.” It was late afternoon when we woke and fucked again.

On the way back to town, we kept up a lively banter about work and experiences. When we reached my place, she turned to me and said, “I’ve really enjoyed having sex with you, but I’m not interested in having an affair. And since neither of us wants to make a commitment, I don’t believe we should see each other socially. 

Good Lord, I’d been jacked off, sucked and fucked -- and dumped.

Natalie







Natalie



Her eyes seemed to brighten as I slipped off my boxer shorts to reveal my engorged cock, but I didn't stand long to let her see, I quickly moved to her, to lie beside her on the bed.

I kissed her softly and ran my fingers through her silky brown hair. She shuddered slightly at my touch, and I could see that she was a little nervous. Her entire body glistened from her strenuous workout, but maybe also from the anticipation of pleasures she had not fully experienced before. 

I kissed her lips, trying not to move too quickly, trying to reassure her in this. Her eyes closed as I kissed her, her face relaxed and content, a little moan perhaps as we connected. 

After a moment, I broke away and said to her: "If there's anything you're not comfortable with..."

"Jack," she stopped me, "I'm all yours." 

I kissed her again, my hand running down her body while I did so. Beginning with her hands, I felt along her arms, caressing the firm muscles and coaxing her gently like a masseur. Her skin was so incredibly smooth. I ran my fingers down her torso until they reached her sweet breasts - so firm, yet so soft to the touch. I carefully avoided her nipples and continued down to her tummy, which was creamy and nicely flat. She was quite the athlete, it seemed. 

Breaking away from our kiss, I planted little kisses down her delicate neck and soon found myself kissing and licking the smooth, pale, almost translucent skin around her breasts, covering every inch except the areolae and nipples. It was so tender as I pressed my tongue into her soft flesh, enjoying the salty sheen that coated her body. 

Then starting at the edge of a light pink areola, I licked in a spiral until I came to the nipple, which I wrapped the tip of my tongue around. She shivered and moaned at this new feeling but continued to give me unencumbered access to her body. Then moving to the other breast, I repeated the spiral lick. Again she moaned quietly. 

I put my mouth over one of her little nipples, sucking it into my mouth, and bit down ever so lightly. I have to admit, I was a little surprised at how she was responding to my touch: other girls I'd been with hadn't been as sensitive as this. I loved it, her soft little moans as I switched to her other breast and again sucked the nipple between my teeth before licking it as I held it lightly in his teeth. I guess she hadn't had much sexual experience before.

Her face was slightly flush, easily apparent with her pale skin. Her entire body now glowed with new sweat. 

Now I moved down to kiss her tummy, around her navel, then across her abdomen to her ultimate prize. But I wasn't going to go for it just yet, preferring to explore her body more before getting to the centre of her sensuality. 

Her calves were firm as I lightly squeezed them, feeling my way up her shapely leg, with little kisses again allowing me to taste the slight saltiness of her beautiful skin. Those fabulously thin thighs were a pleasure to feel, firm, no sag, no wiggle in the flesh at all: she was definitely in shape. 

As I kissed up her inner thigh, I couldn't help but look up at her wide spread crotch. Her pussy lips were slightly apart and the entire pale pink slit was glistening. Kissing closer to her, she felt my warm breath on her crotch and began to shiver ever so slightly in anticipation of pleasure. As I moved towards her pussy, I encountered a taste that was more than just perspiration. 

Near her vaginal lips I stopped and licked up her other leg, teasing her more than a little. Then before attending to her pussy, I kissed my way through her soft little bush of pubic hair, playing with it using my tongue. Like the hair on her head, it was silky smooth, deep brown and straight.

"Oh God..." she was moaning a lot right now, it almost seemed as though she couldn't quite believe I was doing this. It went both ways: I couldn't quite believe this prettiest of girls was allowing me to do this. But I sure as hell was going to make the most of it.

Now I began to explore her labia. The thin, soft, pink lips easy yielded to my tongue. The taste was delicious. I licked everywhere, carefully avoiding her vagina and clitoris at first, delaying the peak of pleasure. It was like licking an opening flower. 

As she opened her legs as wide as possible, the pink lips of her labia were spread apart, her vagina gaping, her clitoris now forced out of hiding. I had access with my tongue to her most sensitive areas and would not need to use my hands at all. I continued licking her pussy lips and now used my tongue to penetrate her as deep as I could. Her body began to shiver with excitement. 

I worked my way up to her clit, which was now engorged. Using the same spiral motion I had used on her nipples, I worked on her clit. As I worked on her, I was amazed to see her pussy juices virtually flowing right out of her vagina. I sucked her tiny clit into his mouth, stretching it as far as it could, and licked it while holding it in a vacuum. 

Periodically, I would dip into her vagina again, licking up her profuse emissions, her nectar so tangy and thrilling to taste. 

She was forever moaning and shivering, and as her voice grew in pitch and volume, her body writhing as I tended to her pussy with my mouth and now my fingers, I was sure she was going to come at any second. 

Finally, she could stand it no longer. Her pelvis pushed forward, mashing her pussy into my face as she began to buck. She was dripping with sweat all over her body, every muscle tightened up and she yelped out loud before her entire body seemed to fall completely limp. 

Her face was flush and she was breathing heavily as though she'd just completed a hundred yard sprint once the power of her orgasm slowly dissipated. Her nipples were rock hard and areolas a few shades darker than their normal light pink. The lips of her labia were a brighter pink than before, and her clit still standing up and engorged. 

A small river of pussy juice had run out of her vagina, and I took the opportunity to lick the nectar from her crotch. Her entire body glistened with sweat once again.

"Oh my God," she said breathlessly as I moved up beside her. "That was incredible."

"Glad you enjoyed it," I said.

"No one ever did that to me before," she said, her voice hushed as if in some kind of awe. "Do guys really do that?"

I smiled. "They must do," I said. "I just did."

"It was so amazing," she looked into my eyes. "I mean, it was like... like I was on fire, and then... then there was this explosion..."

"You never had an orgasm before?" I asked her.

"I'm not a virgin," she said. "I am eighteen, I have been with a couple of guys before. But apart from kissing me on the mouth and feeling me up, they didn't do much apart from stick it in me for a bit. They never kissed me like you do..."

"You liked it?" I asked her, a stupid question, but hey.

"I loved it!" she said. "On my nipples and... down there..."

"Plenty more where that came from," I kissed her again, my hand closing over one of her little breasts.

"Isn't it weird, going down on a girl?" she asked. 

"Is it weird going down on a guy?" I threw the question back at her.

"Yeah, but... that's just a blow job. Girls are different."

"It's nice," I said. "I like it."

"Why don't other guys do it?" she asked.

"I guess they're lazy."

"Well I'm not lazy," she said, and suddenly she was on top of me, and I found my hard cock enveloped by the most wonderful sensation, almost crushed by her tight little pussy. It was the most incredible feeling sliding inside her, she was seriously wet. 

"Are you sure..." I said, unsure about all this.

But she said, "I'm on the pill, it's all right, Jack."

Sitting up while she straddled me, Natalie started moving her hips, gyrating in the most exquisite fashion so my hardness stirred within her tight vagina. She moved like a dancer, so sexy, running her fingers through her long brown hair as she moved upon me. 

She was so pretty, I could hardly believe this gorgeous teen was sitting on my cock like this. She looked straight at me, fiery lust in her pretty brown eyes even after her earlier orgasm.

As she rode my hard shaft, my hands moved to her perky little breasts. I had to touch them, the way she was dancing on my cock was irresistible and coaxing her breasts gave me something to concentrate on to try and delay the inevitable. 

Pinching her hardened nipples between my fingers and thumbs seemed to do something for her, her moaning grew in intensity again, and then fell upon me and started kissing me urgently. Her rhythm against me grew in intensity too, as she started kissing my lips again, her hips were virtually slamming down now to force my cock in and out of her tight pussy. 

She was building up to another orgasm, which was a relief since her actions on my cock were so forceful that pretty much nothing could prevent me now from that one-way ticket to heaven. 

We rolled over so that she was on her back and I was pumping into her, squeezing my stiff shaft into that gloriously tight space, gliding in and out so comfortably because of the copious quantities of juices flowing from her smouldering vagina.

"Oh Jack..." she moaned as I felt myself moving inexorably towards the point of no return. "Oh fuck me, Jack, fuck me..."

Such dirty words coming from such a pretty mouth, but they tilted me over the edge, my rhythm inside her pussy accelerated and we were both into the home straight. As the climax built inside my system, Natalie's moans became almost cries, signaling her own approaching orgasm.

And in the moments before I was overcome by the forceful sensations, I felt her pussy tighten somehow, quivering as the climax hit her. In that moment, it felt like I was hit by a hurricane, and my hot seed surged out of my hard cock, deep inside her vagina. 





Natalie



This is a repost of a story I removed last year for publishing purposes. It was written for someone I know, (you know who you are), and I feel the same now as I did two years ago when I wrote it...

* * *

I had a real bad day. 

I mean real bad. 

I pulled into my driveway and punched the emergency brake, threw open the door and got out of the car. I slammed the door hard, trying to burn off some of my frustration. My dog Jack came running around from the back of the house to greet me as I closed the gate behind me, stopping dead in his tracks when he sensed my mood. He just stood there looking at me, waiting for me to enter the house.

I unlocked the door, tossed my keys on the kitchen table and flopped down on the sofa. Jack jumped up next to me and laid his head on my lap. I started petting him and took several deep breaths. 'I really have to get a new job,' I thought, as I counted to ten a few times and then went to the kitchen to get Jack his dinner. "I'm so stinking glad this is Friday Jack, I need a break from that place," I said, filling his bowl with Dog Chow.

Normally I'd call for pizza on Friday night, but I just didn't feel like eating in. I changed my clothes and walked to the diner down on Main Street.

Rosie's Diner was an old style type. It opened for breakfast at 7:00 and closed after dinner at 8:00. From the outside, it still looked like a diner car from a train. Inside there were about ten booths and, of course, the counter, to eat at. It was crowded this evening. There was only one seat left at the counter. It was the one where the server has to come around the counter to get to the booths that usually meant several interrupted attempts to put food in your mouth. Everyone avoided that seat, but at that moment there was no where else to sit and I just didn't care. I sat in the vacant seat and looked at the menu board on the wall.

Rosie always had some sort of special going on. With her being a devout catholic, tonight's was fish, a slice of pie, and coffee for $5.95. I wasn't in the mood for fish.

"Hey! Gene! Where the hell have you been? I haven't seen you for ages!"

I didn't even have to look. Only two people that ever lived on this planet have a voice like that. One was Ethel Merman and the other was Rosie McCloud. Rosie was the sole proprietor of the diner. She bought it in the 50's with an insurance settlement after her husband's death, and had run it ever since. She was now a very senior citizen, but you'd never know it by looking at her and of course, listening to her thunderous voice. She didn't wait on tables anymore, but she took the orders, and kept everyone up to date on the latest gossip.

"Hi, Rosie. How yah doin'?" I said.

"Great!" she bellowed.

I noticed that the drinks rippled a little on the counter when she answered. She'd make a good Mrs. Tony the Tiger.

"How's the meatloaf tonight?" I asked.

"Why does everybody ask that question? Okay, it sucks. It was made four days ago and has been sitting in the oven ever since, just waitin' for you to walk in. Any other questions?" she asked, as she whacked me on the side of the head with a menu. 

"What's new?" I asked, as I ducked from another swing of that menu from her.

She held her hand in front of her, rolled her eyes, and hooked her thumb toward the other end of the counter. I tried to look, without looking like I was tying to look. 

There sat an attractive woman that appeared to be 40ish, with long black hair. She wore a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She didn't seem to be with anyone, and was sipping a mug of coffee, minding her own business.

"Wow, she's pretty. Who is she?" I asked, still looking like I wasn't looking.

"I don't know. She's been in here three nights this week. Never saw her before in my life," said Rosie, much quieter than before.

"You mean she's been here three times and you haven't talked to her? You know your customer's grandkid's animal's names. Don't try to fool me."

"Why don't you find out yourself," she said. "Now, what do you want?"

"I'll have the meatloaf," I replied.

She turned and hollered back into the kitchen, "One four day old meatloaf dinner for Gene!"

A couple of customers dropped their utensils with that sudden explosion of verbiage coming from her. I watched her, (without looking like I was trying to watch her), for over an hour. I had finished eating and was drinking my fifth cup of coffee. The crowd at the counter had thinned to the point that the woman and I were the only two left. 

Rosie came over to me and asked, "You're very quiet tonight Gene. You didn't even complain about the meatloaf. What's the matter?"

"I've had a real bad week and today was down right horrible," I said.

"Me too," said the woman at the other end of the counter, under her breath. She didn't look in my direction; instead she just stared off into space. Then I saw a tear fall from her face. I don't think she intended for anyone to hear her.

Rosie gave me the 'go talk to her!' look. I gave her the 'what am I supposed to say?' look. She took a menu and hit me over the head. I took her advice and moved to the seat next to her. Another tear hit the counter.

"HI, I'm Gene. Are you alright?"

She stared a moment more, then wiped her face with a napkin. "I'm Natalie. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to overhear you. I'm sorry that you've had such a bad week," she said, as another tear hit the counter. She hadn't looked at me yet. She was staring at her coffee cup.

I looked back at Rosie and gave her the 'what do I do now?' look. She answered by moving her fingers like a sock puppet's mouth, indicating that I should talk to her.

"Ah, Natalie, that's a nice name. Ah, are you new in town?" I asked, looking back at Rosie for ideas. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Yes," she said, in a small voice. Another tear hit the counter. "Excuse me," she said, as she got up and went to the ladies room.

"She's done the same thing the last two nights she's been here. She sits alone, orders dinner and then sits and cries," said Rosie. "That was the first time I heard her say anything other than what she wanted off the menu."

Natalie came back out of the ladies room and sat back down on her stool. She looked at me for the first time. "Sorry. My week was bad as well."

"Tell me," I said.

"No, it's not your problem."

"Sometimes it helps if you talk to someone. Even if you don't know them," I said, in a low tone. She looked at her hands and began to speak. 

"I moved here last weekend after transferring my job from Jersey. I was seeing a man that I had met at work. He lived here and worked in the Philly office. I would see him when he traveled to the Jersey office, maybe once every two weeks. We had a fling. I was flattered because he was 20 years younger than me. It was against company rules, but we did it anyway. I wanted him to transfer to the Jersey office, but he said he would have to take a pay cut to do it. So, I surprised him this week, by transferring here. When he saw me in the office, he almost fainted. It seems he forgot to tell me one small detail about himself." She closed her eyes. "He's married. Now, I have a new apartment and no job. I got fired today for fraternizing, all because I was stupid, and moved here for a married man," she said, shaking her head.

"Well, how were you supposed to know?' I asked.

"I just should have. All the signs were there, I just ignored them," she said.

"Do you have a year's lease?" I asked, trying to get her to look at me.

"No. It's month to month."

"Well, you have a month to decide what to do. There's plenty of places to work around here," I said, trying to cheer her up.

"I can't live on $6.00 an hour."

I looked at Rosie and she shrugged her shoulders. I had a lot of friends in town and maybe it was time to cash in on some of the favors I was owed. "Look, Natalie, I may be able to help you in the job department. Why don't you meet me here for breakfast and then we can check out a few prospects? What do you think?" I said, still trying to see her eyes.

"Why would you want to help me?" she asked, still looking at her hands.

"Because I've had a real bad week, and I need to do this to get my mind off of it," I answered.

She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes were a bit blue around the edges and then all green. They had a haziness to them that can be best described as mist that you see hanging in a cool air over a warm and calm swamp. She had 'swampy' green eyes. She had smooth skin and appeared to have come from Latin ancestry. With her long black hair partially obscuring her face, and a slight hint of a smile, she reminded me of Mona Lisa. "What happened to you this week?"

"Nothing like what happened to you. Don't even worry about me. In fact, forget my week even existed. Let's concentrate on making yours better. Meet me here at nine tomorrow morning and I'll buy you breakfast," I said, patting her on her folded hands. 

I got up and paid for my meal. Rosie hugged me on the way out. "That's the Gene I used to know," she said, as the door closed.

* * *

I realized while walking home, that my life didn't suck as bad as I thought. There were always people with worse problems than I. When I reached my house, I could hear Jack barking and whining as I opened and closed the gate. I opened the door and was nearly flattened by him jumping on me. He could tell before I even opened the door that my mood had improved. I grabbed my phone book and started calling in favors. I had no intention of going out to breakfast with Natalie with nothing to offer her. I made about seven calls when I was satisfied with what I could present to her in the morning. I flipped on the TV and watched some comedies before heading to bed.

* * *

I returned to Rosie's diner in the morning about an hour early. I wanted to talk to her first to see if anything was said after I left the night before.

"She couldn't figure out why you were so concerned about her." She saw my reaction. "Don't worry, I didn't tell her," she said.

I breathed a sigh of relief. With that, Natalie came in the door. I asked her to sit in a booth. 

"How are you doing today? Better I hope?" I asked, smiling.

"I guess," she said. "What is it you want to tell me?"

"Let's get something to eat first," I said. I waved Rosie over and gave her my order. Natalie just wanted coffee and a Danish.

"I don't understand why you want to help me. I don't have anything to repay you with," she said, looking at me with those swampy eyes.

"I'm not asking for anything. So, tell me about yourself," I said.

"I was born and raised in Jersey. I was married before and have a few kids that now have kids of their own. I've been divorced for about five years. I had just started dating when I met the 'married man'."

"What was your job?" I asked.

"I was an insurance adjuster. I've been doing it for years after my kids were all able to go to school. I was making pretty good money too," she said.

"Here yah go," said the waitress, as she placed our order on the table. I added some sweetener to my coffee and decided it was time to talk turkey. 

"Okay, Natalie. I checked with some people that I know. They all have businesses here in town and are looking for good people for key positions. Most deal in sales positions, but not all. The sales positions would make the most money, but you need to be a good salesperson, have the ability to oversee a sales work force, and keep them motivated," I said, sipping my coffee.

"I'm not a salesman. I'm a better listener," she replied.

"Okay, I have two other choices. One involves public service, and the other, an apprenticeship," I said, looking at her face for any kind of reaction.

"What's the public service job?" she asked.

"They're looking for a new county clerk. It doesn't pay much, but the benefits are great," I said, watching her.

She wrinkled her nose at that. "What's the apprenticeship?"

"Well, Rosie has been wanting to retire, but didn't want to turn her diner over to just anyone. She wants to train the person from the ground up, and then sign it over when the apprentice was ready. She would take a simple steady income as payment for the diner until her death. None of her employees impress her. She's willing to give you a shot," I finished, hoping to get a positive reaction.

"Why me?" she asked.

"Because I asked her," I replied. 

"Because you asked her. Any other reason?" she asked, a bit skeptical.

"Well, maybe, but that's not what's important right now. Do you want to give it a try?" I asked.

Rosie was standing behind the counter, listening as well as she could. Natalie lowered her voice and asked, "How much would I make?"

"Not enough for that apartment, but you could stay in the small apartment in the back. So, you could live and work here, earning money with the goal to own it. Rosie had the room built for snow emergencies. It's been all fixed up, waiting for an apprentice. What do you say?"

Natalie looked at Rosie. "What have you got to lose?" bellowed Rosie, on the other side of the counter.

"Okay," she said. "When do I start?"

"How about Monday?" asked Rosie.

"Thank you," Natalie said, as she went to hug Rosie over the counter.

"Don't thank me, thank Gene," said Rosie, patting her on the back. Rosie gave me a wink.

* * *

I stopped for dinner on Monday evening. Rosie and Natalie were talking in the back by the cooks when Natalie noticed me and came over to the counter.

"Gene, I really can't thank you enough. This is so interesting and I know that I can do this. It's fun too. I'm getting to meet a lot of town people that may have taken years to get to know. Rosie's really great too," she said, almost gushing with happiness.

"That's great," I said.

"Uh, Gene, ah, do you think you may want to come back when we close? Maybe we could talk and have some pie," asked Natalie, nervously.

She wasn't looking at us, but I could tell that Rosie was waiting to hear my answer just as much as Natalie, but she knew what was coming.

"I appreciate the offer, but my dog gets upset if I'm not home in the evening." It was a bad lie, but at least I did have a dog.

Rosie's shoulders drooped and I saw her shake her head, ever so slightly, as she walked to the back of the diner. Natalie just stared at me. I guess she didn't expect that answer from me.

"Well, ah, okay. Maybe some other time," she said. She turned away and walked back to the kitchen. 

I sat at the counter and waited. Eventually, Rosie came out and stood in front of me with her arms crossed.

"Are you ready to take my order?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"NO!" she bellowed. "Look, I know you've been burned enough times in your life, but God Almighty, that woman was just trying to get to know the man that may have saved her crumbling world!"

"Rosie! She can hear you back there," I said.

"No she can't. I sent her for a few supplies. I wanted to give you a piece of my mind without her in earshot," she said, as the glasses rattled on the counter.

"You know what will happen. It always does," I said.

"Maybe not this time. Gene, she's a good person. Look what she did for this married creep. It's not the ladies that burn you; it's you that burns you. This time, try to keep your mouth shut and things might work out."

"Rosie..." I said.

"If you're not back here when the diner closes, don't come back until I'm dead. If you want something to eat, order it then. Now get out of here until either 8:00 or I croak!" she shouted, as she pointed at the door. 

I got up and headed to the door. I looked back over my shoulder and Rosie was still pointing. 

I walked home.

* * *

I sat on the sofa watching TV with Jack's head on my lap. "Jack, what should I do? I don't want to start something again with a woman and have it end like it always does." Jack opened his eyes and stared at me, and then he sneezed. "Of all people, Rosie should know. Natalie seems like a nice lady and she is attractive. If she has a sense of humor, I'm going to have a rough time ignoring her. What do I do, Jack?"

Jack chose that moment to jump off the sofa and start barking at me. That was usually his sign for me to let him out to do his business. I went to the door and opened it, but he wouldn't go out. I went outside myself and he followed, barking the whole time. 

"Is this your way of telling me to go?"

He stood there wagging his tail. He was either telling me to go, or he wanted to play. I got a ball and threw it across the yard. He didn't move. 

"Alright, I'll go."

* * *

I entered Rosie's at five of eight. Rosie saw me come in and she smiled. 

"Natty, we have a late dinner guest!" she shouted.

Natalie came out of the back and stopped in her tracks when she saw me.

"You two go sit in a booth. I'll take care of Gene's order," said Rosie, with much pleasure in her voice.

Natalie took off her apron and walked over to the corner booth. Her long black hair was braided and it was so long, she had to hold it aside or she would have sat on it. I sat across from her and tried not to look directly at those beautiful green eyes. 

"I'm glad you were able to come. Did you get a doggie sitter?" she asked, with a small giggle.

She's got a sense of humor. Now I knew she had all three things that I look for in a woman; looks, personality, and a sense of humor. If I were going to stop this before it began, it would have to be tonight. Otherwise, Rosie knew full well what was going to happen. 

Rosie appeared out of the back with two glasses of red wine and set them on the table.

"What's this? You don't serve alcohol," I asked.

"The diner is closed. I can dance naked if I want. This is from my private stock. Try it," she said. We both took a sip. It was good. "I'll be out with the food in a minute," she said.

"So, what kind of dog do you have?" asked Natalie. "Just an old mutt. Jack's a good dog. In fact, he convinced me to come tonight."

"Oh, he did, did he? I would have loved to have heard that conversation," she said, giggling again.

"Here we go!" said Rosie, as she set down a huge salad for Natalie and a meatloaf plate for me.

I looked at the meatloaf and put a fork in it to test it. 

"Don't worry, it's perfectly aged for you. It's the same one from last week," she said, as she turned and headed to the front door. "Don't worry about doing the dishes. I'll get them in the morning. Have fun," she said, as she left and locked the door.

"She's not serious about the meatloaf, is she?" I asked Natalie.

"She made that after you left today. She knew you were coming back. She tells me that she's known you for a long time. She says that you have the ability to help people in distress. Other than what you did for me, what does she mean?" she asked, looking at me with those green eyes.

I rolled my eyes. Just how much did Rosie tell her?

"I seem to have the ability to help people. I don't know where it comes from. Whether it's finding a job, raising money, or matchmaking, I seem to be able to get things done for people. I stopped doing it a few years ago, though." 

"Why?" she asked, sipping her wine.

"Let's just say that this ability of mine has a tendency to blow up in my face. The last time was the worst of all. So I stopped, until I heard your story."

"Well, I won't blow up in your face," she said, smiling.

"That would be kind of messy," I said.

We ate a bit without talking, and then Natalie said, "I'm glad you came." She reached across the table and placed her hand on top of mine and gave it a squeeze.

Clearly, there was now a fork in the road. One way was the way out. The other was the road to a relationship. All I had to do, was either pull my hand back or…

I closed my hand around hers. She smiled at me. 




Natalie



Damn Jack! Damn Rosie! This better work out or I may never help anyone ever again.

We both ate with one hand while we held hands like little kids. Even though we both were well into our middle age, her hand had managed to weather the ravages of time. She had long slim fingers that showed no hint of her age. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. When we were done eating, she picked up the plates and took them to the kitchen. I stood and waited by the counter. As she placed the dishes in the sink, she looked at me out of the corner of her eye and said, "Would you like to see my stamp collection?"

"You have your collection here, already?"

"No, it's at my apartment."

Oh boy. I might as well jump in with both feet. 

"Sure."

She finished rinsing the dishes and we headed to her apartment. It was only a short walk from the diner. She opened the door and invited me in. It was a small apartment and she had several boxes already packed, or she never unpacked them in the first place. She picked up a shoebox and an album and sat on the couch. I sat next to her as she explained the rarity of each type of stamp in her collection. I found myself looking less at the stamps and more at her lovely face. At one point she turned her head to me and caught me looking. 

"Do you like my stamps?" she asked, innocently.

"Yes, very much," I said, after clearing my throat.

The urge to kiss her was strong. I was busy controlling that urge when she leaned toward me and kissed me instead. Her lips were soft and moist. It was a sweet kiss, the kind you used to give your first girlfriend, long before passion replaced first time love. When she pulled away, I stood and told her that I should go. 

"I'll come back tomorrow at closing again," I said, as I headed to the door. "Thank you for showing me your collection."

"Rosie was right about you," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"You are a gentleman."

I shook my head and chuckled as I let myself out.

While walking home, the conflict within began. My head was spinning with all the 'do's and don'ts' and the 'what ifs'. All I knew at that moment was that I was attracted to her and that things were more than likely going to get very serious. It was the end result that I was afraid of.

* * *

When I got home from work on Tuesday, I jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself silly. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that something was going to happen that night. I wasn't even sure what we were going to do. I put on extra clean clothes and shaved extra close. I wanted to cover all the bases in case something did happen.

I arrived at closing and Rosie had some pasta ready for both of us. Natalie was dressed in a pretty powder blue shirt and black slacks. Her long black hair was tied up in a large bun on her head. We sat in the same booth as the night before and we ate and chatted. 

"So, what do you want to do tonight?" I asked.

She looked at me with her green eyes sparkling, and said, "You must have something in mind."

I didn't. I just wanted to see her again. "Not really," I said.

"Why don't you introduce me to this dog you seem to have conversations with?" she said, smiling.

"If that's what you want, sure."

"I can bring some leftovers for him," she said.

"Oh, he'll love that, I'm sure."

"I showed you mine, now you can show me yours," she said, giggling at the pun.

"What do you mean?" I chuckled back.

"What ever it is that you do for fun or hobby."

"Oh, well, you may not find it all that exciting," I replied.

"Neither is stamp collecting."

We finished eating and headed to my house. Jack was barking and whimpering as soon as he heard my voice, as I talked with Natalie on the last leg of the walk. He greeted us at the gate and nearly knocked Natalie over trying to get her to pet him. The two of them hit it off right away. I gave her his bowl and she cut up the leftovers for him to eat. I usually don't give him regular food. I stick to his dry food diet to keep his teeth clean and to give him the proper nutrition. But, once in a while, he got some people food for a treat. He was in doggie heaven with assorted diner leftovers.

"Well, it's official. You have a new friend for life," I said to Natalie.

"He doesn't seem big on conversation, Gene. When can we expect his opinion of me?"

Jack finished his treat and came out in the living room. He looked at Natalie and barked once.

"See, he just said 'Thank you'," I said.

"Oh, you're welcome Jack," she said, as he jumped up on her.

"I think he likes you," I said, stating the obvious.

As she petted Jack, she asked, "What is your hobby?"

I walked over to a three-inch binder and handed it to her. It was nearly full.

"I write romance stories," I said. "Some are kind of long, but most are in the ten to fifteen page range. They are romantic in nature, although not graphic or explicit."

She opened the binder and paged through it."There must be close to thirty stories here. What inspires you to write?" she asked, flipping through the pages.

"My life," I replied.

"You mean these are true stories?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes and no. Some are true to fact and some are a bit of a stretch." I replied.

"Have you published any of these?" she asked, landing on a story named 'Pearl'.

"No. They're just for me, but you're free to read them."

"Are they arranged in any kind of order?" 

"They are arranged earliest to latest in my life."

She started to skim over some of the stories. She was silent for nearly an hour when she finally spoke.

"All these stories involve you helping a woman, falling in love and then losing them to other men. Is that why you stopped helping people? Is that what you meant by having your ability blow up in you face?" she asked, looking at me with those green eyes.

"Yeah," I replied.

She went to the last story in the binder and started to read. She stopped and went to the first story in the book and looked at the title.

"Oh my God," she said, softly.

The first and the last story each had the same title. 'Theresa'.

When she finished the first story, she started to read the other. 

"Oh my God," she said, as tears rolled down her cheek. When she finished, she closed the binder and wiped her face and blew her nose. "It happened to you twice with the same girl. Twenty five years apart, she dumped you for someone else."

"I've helped an awful lot of people over the years. Most of the single women I've helped also seem to like me and we wind up dating," I said, pointing to the book. "There are two details I leave out of the stories. One is, it's my fault that these women leave," I said, looking away from her.

"What do you mean? Are you abusive?" she asked.

"Hardly. One talent I have is matchmaking. When I meet people, I can read them well for their perfect mate. All of these women in these stories left me because I pointed out men that were better suited for them than I. I'm never wrong, and that usually ends our relationship, no matter how far along it may be. At least I never got to the point of marrying and having a wife leave. Theresa's husband died in a car accident and she returned here. Like the story says, we hit it off again. We were three weeks away from marrying, when I met a guy that was perfect for her. I couldn't keep my mouth shut and introduced them to each other. She wound up marrying him and left town again. I stopped helping people, simply so I wouldn't get tempted to date and have it happen all over again."

"What's the other detail?" Natalie asked.

"Rosie is Theresa's mother."

Her jaw dropped so far that it nearly hit the floor.

"Rosie always liked me. I started dating Theresa after helping her get a student loan for college. One afternoon after classes, we were sitting in the diner drinking shakes when I struck up a conversation with a new guy in town. I knew immediately that he was perfect for Theresa and introduced them to each other. I didn't want to do it, but it comes over me and I have no control over myself. After she dumped me, I thought Rosie was going to kill me. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that she knew how much it broke my heart to see Theresa walk out of my life. Since then she has been trying to play matchmaker for me. When Theresa came back to town, Rosie almost set the marriage date herself. Once again, right in front of Rosie, I introduced her daughter to someone that was perfect for her. When she left town, Rosie was so upset that she wouldn't even go to her own daughter's wedding. That was five years ago. I stopped helping people and I only went to the diner on rare occasions."

She closed the binder and set it on the coffee table. "Why did you help me?"

"I don't know where it comes from, but when the urge hits, I find it hard to resist. It's as if I receive a directive from somewhere and I have to try. The urge to help you was so strong that I couldn't stop myself. It was Rosie's idea that Theresa and I would take over the diner for her to retire. Of course that never happened, so she brought it up again that evening when I called her looking for ways to help you. She really wants to retire."

"I know she does," said Natalie. "Is that why you wanted to baby sit Jack instead of seeing me last night?"

"Yes," I said, looking at my shoes.

"Have you ever told any other of the women you've dated this story?" she asked.

"No."

"Are you still interested in seeing me?" she asked, as she stood.

I looked into her swampy green eyes. "Yes," I said, in a strong voice.

Jack barked.

"I think Jack agrees," Natalie said.

"He hasn't steered me wrong about you yet," I said, as I put my arms around her and kissed her.

"Do you want to do this in front of Jack?" she asked, breathlessly.

Jack was sitting there wagging his tail.

"Jack, can we have some privacy?" I asked.

He got up and walked into the den.

"You two really do converse, don't you?"

"Yeah, but he never laughs at my jokes."

* * *

Wednesday evening I arrived early and surprised Natalie in the back. I put my arms around her waist and kissed her on the cheek, as she was stirring some soup.

"Um," she moaned. "I hope that's you, Gene, otherwise I have to call the cops."

I turned her enough to kiss her. She dropped the ladle and it hit the floor clanging.

"What the hell is going on back here…?" said Rosie, as she came in from the dining room, saw us, made a u-turn, and headed back out. "Nothing's wrong back there!" we heard her bellow from the dining room.

"What are you making?" I asked.

"Italian wedding soup," she replied.

"It smells great!"

"I made it for us, after the diner closes," she said, as she kissed me again and got a new ladle.

"Have you talked to your landlord yet?" I asked.

"Yeah, he said that I could move out this week and he would refund all of my money. All of it!"

"Fancy that," I said.

She turned and looked at me. "You made that happen, didn't you?"

"He owed me one."

She shook her head for a few seconds and then said, "You're like the Godfather."

"Nope. I just have a way of making people open their hearts and wallets."

"Thank you," she said, kissing me again.

I went back out to the dining room and sat in a vacant booth. Most of the customers were either finishing up or were gone. Rosie came over to the booth and sat down. 

"Natalie told me that you spilled the beans. I like her, Gene. She likes you quite a bit as well. You're almost fifty now. Whether you know it or not, she's fifty-five. Both of you need to find someone to spend the rest of your lives with. I think together, you two fit the bill quite nicely."

"Rosie, sooner or later it's going to happen. I'll introduce her to someone else and she'll be gone. I can't even stop myself when it happens!"

"Have faith," she said, as she got up and escorted the last few people out. "Have a good evening," she said as she left.

"Where's Rosie?" asked Natalie, as she carried out two bowls of soup.

"She left already," I replied. "Do you want me to help you move your things into storage?"

"Oh, would you? That would be great!" she said, as she blew on her soup.

* * *

That weekend, Rosie ran the diner and I helped Natalie move her things into storage. I also helped her take a few things that she needed to the small room behind the diner. When we were done, she asked if I would mind if she tagged along with me to give some leftovers to Jack. I didn't mind.

Jack was more excited to see her than me. Well, she did have the treats. She got a good laugh watching him nearly inhale the food. I walked over to my computer and stopped the screen saver. There still was a story up on the screen that I had been working on the night before. Natalie noticed and peered over my shoulder. 

"What's that?" she asked.

"Just another story I'm working on," I replied, trying to exit the program.

"Wait!" she said, stopping me. She scrolled up the screen and looked at the title. "'Natalie'," she said. "I guess that I should be flattered that you would be compelled enough to write a story about me, but I'm a bit upset, because of the way your other stories always end. Is this your way of saying that you like me a lot?"

I looked into her swampy green eyes and said, "Yes."

She put her arms around my neck and said, "Maybe we can come up with a new chapter for the story tonight," and kissed me.

Jack barked, as he sat there wagging his tail.

"Jack, some privacy please?" I asked.

He got up and wandered into the den.

"That's better, thanks Jack!" I yelled into the den.

Woof!

"You two are truly amazing," she said, looking into my eyes.

"Sometimes I have to put my foot down because he likes to watch."

She started laughing and kissed me again. "So, do you want to work on a new chapter?"

"Well, I only do that with woman I fall in love with."

"Something tells me that you wouldn't be writing about me unless that had already happened. That's another running theme in your stories." She paused and then said, "I've fallen in love with you too." She kissed me again.

Woof!

"I think Jack wants us to vacate the living room," I said.

"Okay Jack, we're leaving," she said, leading me to my bedroom. She closed the door behind us. 

We heard the TV come on in the living room. 

"What's that?" she asked, alarmed.

"Oh, Jack likes to watch 'Animal Planet'," I replied.

* * *

I soon found myself with little on my mind other than Natalie. The warning bells were still going off in my head, but I ignored them, hoping history wouldn't repeat itself. We continued to see each other every evening and she started going back to the diner afterward on fewer and fewer occasions. I never had a woman actually move in with me, but I asked her to. She said no, for reasons of her own. I guess she still wanted a bit of independence. 

Our courtship continued until the Holidays. I had been with Natalie longer than any other woman and the alarm bells had gone silent. I was doing my Christmas shopping when I came upon the window of the local jeweler. They were having a diamond sale and they boasted free mountings on engagement rings. I had been thinking of popping the question for a few weeks, but had always stopped short. I entered the store and looked around. A very senior citizen came out of the back and said hello. I told him I was thinking about popping the question and wanted to have a look at some of his best stones. He asked me my name and I told him.

"I can't help you," he said, and walked back into the back room.

"What? I want to buy something!"

"Go away!" he yelled from the back.

I shook my head and left. Well, there was another jeweler the next town over, but I didn't feel like driving over there at that moment. I walked my stuff home and went to the diner.

* * *

I looked for Natalie, but didn't see her. Rosie waved me over to the counter.

"I sent Natalie out to do her Christmas shopping. How did you do with yours?" she asked.

"Well, I was doing fine until I stopped at the jewelers. He wouldn't wait on me. He threw me out."

"Oh… You weren't looking for an engagement ring, were you?" she asked.

I looked around the diner to make sure no one was within earshot. "I'm thinking of asking Natalie to marry me," I said, in a low tone.

"What makes you think she'd marry you?" asked Rosie, very quietly.

"Because we love each other," I whispered back.

"Oh. I see. Mr. 'I don't want to get involved again' wants to get married. What if she says no?"

"I hope she doesn't, but I can't ask her without a ring," I said.

"I'm glad Leo has a good memory. I told him to turn you away two months ago," she said. "I'll be right back." She disappeared into the back and returned a moment later holding a box.

"Remember this?" she said, as she opened the box. It contained a beautiful diamond mounted on an equally beautiful ring.

I remembered it perfectly. It was Rosie's engagement ring. She gave it to me to give to Theresa almost 30 years before. When the marriage was called off, it went back to Rosie. I assumed that she had given it to the next fellow, trying to keep it in the family.

"I want you to give this to Natalie. You are the closest thing I have to family in this town and I love you both like my own kids," she said, in the lowest tone possible for her.

"What about Theresa?"

"She's broken both our hearts twice. She's not getting it."

"I don't know what to say."

"'Will you marry me?'" she said, as she placed the box in my hand. "That's what you say."

"Thank you, Rosie," I said. 

She patted me on the cheek and headed back into the kitchen. I headed home, trying to figure out where and when to pop the question.

* * *

I wanted to pop the question on Christmas Eve, but Natalie was to visit her daughters on the 24th and 25th. I decided on New Year's Eve being the day.

She arrived at 8:30 and brought Jack more treats. She looked at the dining room table all decked up with flowers and lit candles and said, "Wow!"

"I don't cook big very often. I wanted to make it special," I said, disappearing into the kitchen to check on the gravy.

"What ever you've got going out there smells great," she said, petting Jack.

"Well, it's ready," I said, placing two glasses of wine on the table. I went back to the kitchen and fixed two plates. I returned to the dining room and set the plates down on the table. I held her chair for her as she sat and I sat across from her, waiting for her to begin. 

I was nervous as hell. She must have picked up on it, because now and then, she would ask me if something was wrong. I assured her that I was fine. We finished the meal and sat in front of the TV, waiting for the ball to drop. Around five of twelve, I decided to do it. Jack was sitting at my feet, wagging his tail. Natalie had her head on my shoulder, trying to stay awake the last five minutes. Dick Clark was yapping away on the tube as I dug through my pocket to find the box. I found it, opened it, and held it in my hand.

"Nat," I said.

"Hum?" she said, opening her eyes.

"I have something to ask you," I said.

She raised her head off my shoulder and asked, 

"What?"

"The ball has started to move!" yelled Dick on the TV.

"I've thought real hard about this and I know I'm making the right decision."

"10…" yelled Dick.

"Nat."

"9…"

"Yes?"

"8…"

"Will"

"7…"

"You"

"6…"

"Marry"

"5…"

"Me?"

"4…"

"Oh!"

"3…"

"Gene"

"2…"

"Yes!"

"1…"

"Woof!"

"Happy New Year!" yelled Dick.

Natalie and I kissed as the neighborhood launched fireworks and banged pots out on their porches. 

We made our own fireworks that night.

* * *

Natalie and I set the wedding for that spring. As the weeks passed and we made the arrangements, we both noticed a change in Rosie. She didn't seem to have that same robust approach to life. She started coming in late and leaving early from the diner. About a week before the wedding, Natalie called me at work around noon.




Natalie



"Gene, Rosie didn't come in yet. I've called her place, but there's no answer. I can't leave here. Can you go look in on her?" she asked.

"I'll do it now. I was ready to go on lunch anyway," I replied.

I drove to Rosie's apartment and knocked several times with no answer. I started to panic. I went down to the super's apartment and told him the situation. He got his master key and opened Rosie's door. We found her on the floor of the bathroom. She had been brushing her teeth. I checked her for vital signs as the super called 911. She was still breathing. It seemed to take forever, but the rescue squad finally got there. They stabilized her and took her to Jefferson. I drove over to the diner and broke the news to Natalie. 

"What happened to her?" she asked, crying.

"They're not sure. They think it was a heart attack."

"I want to go see her," she said.

"Not until later. She's not conscious anyway. We'll go over after the diner closes."

She made it through the day and we headed over as soon as we closed the diner.

* * *

When the elevator doors opened, we knew we were on the right floor. We could hear her all the way down the hall. 

Rosie was sitting up in bed with a dozen wires and IVs attached to her. 

"There you are! Tell these idiots to take these things off and let me out of here!" she roared.

Natalie went over and gave her a hug. I held her wired and IV'ed hand. "Let the doctors find out what's wrong with you," I said.

"They already know, but won't let me out! Nat, would you be a good girl and find me another pillow. My back is killing me," she said.

Natalie left the room looking for an orderly. A middle-aged man in a white coat entered the room. "Mrs. McCloud," he began, "I'm Doctor Ben Jones. You're disturbing the other patients."

"All the more reason to let me out!" she roared.

"What's wrong with her, Doctor?" I asked, patting Rosie's hand.

"Are you her son?" he asked.

"Yes," lied Rosie.

"Well, your Mother suffers from hypoglycemia or low blood sugar. This morning it dropped dramatically and she lost consciousness. We got the sugar level back up and the only lasting effect is the lump on the back of her head. We want to keep her here a few days to run some other tests. According to her, she hasn't seen a doctor since Kennedy was in office. Being close to eighty should be reason enough for her wanting to be checked out," he said.

"Ah, Mom? Maybe you should let the doctors check everything under the hood," I said.

"Don't you have something better to do, like going home to the wife?" she asked the doctor.

"I'm not married Mrs. McCloud, and even if I were, I'd still want you to stay and get a full check up," replied the doctor.

"I can't stay here. I have too many things to get ready for this weekend," she said, referring to the wedding and reception, which she was catering herself.

"How many days are we talking here?" I asked him.

"Well, if everything is fine, then she'd be out by Tuesday," he said, making a note on his chart.

"That's still enough time Ros... uh Mom," I said, still petting her hand.

He began explaining the dangers of hypoglycemia to Rosie, when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck start to go up. Natalie came back into the room with a pillow. I looked at her and then the doctor. I got goose bumps. Rosie saw it. She knew it was coming.

"Natalie, I want you to meet Dr…"

"NOOO!" bellowed Rosie, as she pulled her hand from mine and hit me square in the jaw. "NO, NO, NO!" 

"What's going on?" asked Natalie and the Doctor in unison.

I recovered and started again. "Natalie this is…"

Natalie put her hand over my mouth and said, "I don't care who he is. I love YOU Gene."

"Doctor, could you excuse us for a moment, please?" asked Natalie.

"Of course," he said, as he left the room.

She removed her hand from my mouth. 

I started again, "Nat, that man is perf…"

Her hand quickly covered my mouth again.

"I don't care. You're perfect for me too," she said, as she replaced her hand with her lips.

That broke the spell. I no longer had the compulsion to introduce them to each other.

Rosie was shaking her hand from the pain. "God, you have a hard head!"

"You've been telling me that for years," I said, as I interrupted our kiss a moment.

"I'm not like the other women in your stories, Gene. I'm not going anywhere."

"Get the doctor back in here. I think I broke something," said Rosie, as she held out her swelling hand.

* * *

"I do," we both said, as Natalie and I became husband and wife.

The wedding was held in my backyard in April on a beautiful spring day. All of Natalie's children and grandchildren were there. A few friends of mine were there and, of course, Rosie. 

"Woof!"

All right, all right. Jack was there too.

Rosie had checked out okay except for the hypoglycemia, and the wrist she broke on my chin. Natalie wound up doing most of the cooking for the reception, but she didn't mind. She looked at it as a labor of love.

* * *

We honeymooned in Italy. Natalie nursemaid me through the entire stay there. 

Rosie finally retired, and if she takes good care of herself, she might live to be 100. 

Jack now gets nightly doggie bags from the diner.

At Natalie's insistence, I've begun helping people again. If I charged a fee, I could retire from the day job.

I don't know if I've been cured of finding Natalie's perfect mate or not, but no one has caught my attention. It wouldn't matter anyway. I've written the final chapter of her story:





Natalie



Two years ago, a woman named Natalie whispered something provocative in my ear. My life hasn't been the same since. 

We, Natalie and I, were sitting at a bar in a $200 dollar a night hotel in Somewhere, USA. Each of I were there alone. I was on business, a charity dinner held by one of America's more influential families. I was the 'face' of my company, there to hand over a large check for the benefit of the companies bottom line. It looks good. 

Natalie, well, I never really found out why she was there. She was sitting two barstools down from me. When I started to study her, she was on her second beer, third shot of whiskey. She hadn't even started to slur her words. 

After I stared at her, for possible more than fifteen minutes, she finally noticed. After downing her fourth shot and finishing off the half empty second beer, she turned to me and smiled. She reached out and patted the stool next to her. I grinned, grabbed my gin and tonic, and sat on her hand. She giggled. We started talking.

Natalie asked me question after question. My name, my age, height, weight. Was I married? Yes. Did I have any children? Two. What were they? Two daughters. How old? 16 and 19. 

The questions went on and on, getting more and more personal. Soon she was asking me about my sexual fantasies. All I could think of was watching two women worshiping my cock, and that's what I told her. She laughed at me, said I was lame. 

"That's not the type of fantasy I meant." She told me.

"Oh, yeah? What exactly did you mean, then?"

"It's more than quantity. It's quality. It's the place you do it, the person you do it with. It's even the hole you stick it in. Like me, for example, my current fantasy is to be raped by two men in a gas station restroom." She smiled at me, waiting for me to respond. I raised my eyebrows, not really shocked by the fantasy, but more by the ease with which she shared it with me. 

Eventually, we were going back and forth, sharing thoughts and fantasies. I didn't know how she was feeling, but my cock was stiff in my suit pants. Just as I was getting uncomfortable, she leaned over and put her lips to my ear. I shivered, and she whispered, "I have an idea."

She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the elevator in the hotel hall. The door slid open and we stepped inside. She let go of my hand and selected floor five. Neither one of us spoke while the elevator moved, but when it stopped, Natalie turned to me and asked if I'd ever thought about cheating. 

My heart was pounding, but every other part of me was saying yes. So I told her I'd thought about it. That's when she asked me whether I'd ever thought of screwing my daughter. I was shocked, for a moment, and almost turned away. But my throbbing dick made me answer her. 

I told her the truth. I thought about fucking my plump nineteen year old daughter almost everyday for the last two years. Natalie wanted to know where. 

"What?"

"Where do you want to fuck her?" She said. 

"Where place? Or where hole?" I asked, a little confused.

"Why not tell me both?" She grinned, and I noticed we had stopped walking and were standing in front of door number 517. She swiped the electronic key and the lock clicked. The door swung open. It closed behind us, and Natalie flopped down on the double bed. "Well?" 

She was waiting for me to speak. I spoke.

"I caught her in her room naked once. She had left her door open. She didn't know I was home. She had a plastic cock in her mouth. I couldn't look at her for days, not without getting hard." 

Natalie smiled at me. It was a knowing smile. She said, "My father wanted to fuck me when I was still living at home. I never gave him any. But I saw the way he looked at me every night."

I didn't know what to say. She reached her hand out to me, and pulled me down to the bed next to her. She took my belt into her hand and undid it. Then she was there, her hand on my cock, rubbing it, up and down. My mind went blank. "Tell me, what's your daughter's name?" 

"Deanna."

"Does she have nice tits?"

"Fabulous."

"Are they big like mine?"

"Yes."

I was breathless, my words were coming out whispers. She worked my cock out of it's binding, and stroked it like a pro. 

"Natalie?" I whispered.

"Yes?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

She was younger than I'd thought. She was so close to my daughters age. I almost burst just thinking about it. Natalie was staring into my eyes. 

"What are you thinking?" 

"You're very young."

"Pretend I'm Deanna. Where do you want me?" 

"What?"

"Where do you want me Daddy? Where is the first place you want to fuck your Deanna?" Natalie hand slowed on my cock, and her eyes were issuing their own challenge. She wanted to play, she wanted to get fucked. Right now, I was the man for the job. 

"I want you bent over the night stand, over by the window."

Natalie grinned. And got naked. Her body was glowing, and I could see wetness running down her smooth legs. Her breasts were beautiful, released from the tight clothes she'd been wearing. Her stomach was round, but not large. I wanted her.

"Bend over for Daddy."

She giggled, put her stomach on the night stand and pressed her hands and forehead against the window. She was looking out on the street while I pressed my fingers into her soaking pussy and covered them in her juices. I ran them around her tiny asshole, wetting the skin around it. Then I lubed up my fingers again, and penetrated her ass. She cried out, and I thought maybe I'd gone too hard, too fast. But she sighed and wiggled her ass against me, and I knew she wanted more. 

I finger fucked her ass hard until her ass was dripping with her own juice. Then I pushed the head of my cock on her hole. She giggled and turned her head to look at me. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard."

The edge I'd been teetering on toppled away, and before I knew what I was doing, I was ramming this stranger's ass, and I was loving it. My wife would have never let me near her asshole, and I'd always wanted to. This woman, no, this twenty-two year old girl, was letting me use her, and she wanted me to pretend she was my daughter. 

I watched, almost detached, as my cock rammed hard in and out of her ass. She was squealing her pleasure, her hand was slapping the window. I reached my hands around and grabbed hold of her tits. Soft and firm, I moaned as I squeezed them hard and pounded her from behind. I could feel the waves of orgasm starting, and I rammed my cock to the hilt into her ass as I released my first load. 

She was panting, and moaned when I pulled out. "Are you going to spank me now, Daddy?" She asked. Her face was flushed, and she pouted when she spoke. I told her to stay put, and walked to the wardrobe on the opposite side of the room. My naked cock was softening as it bounced loose, I was bent on getting as much out of this night as I could. 

In the wardrobe there were three clothes bags. I searched each of them, and in the last one, I found a rubber dildo and a large curling iron. I went to the bathroom and washed them both. Natalie waited by the window with her ass in the air. I walked over to her and told her to spread her legs wider. She complied, and I used the curling iron to penetrate her dripping vagina. She practically screamed her pleasure, wiggling her hips for more. 

"Daddy's got another for you, baby." I whispered, my mouth hovering over her ear. I blew on her neck, and she giggled. "Beg for it, baby."

She whimpered, this girl I barely knew, whined and wiggled her luscious ass. "Please."

"Please what, baby?" I was loving this. She was playing her game, I was playing mine. 

"Give it to me, Daddy, please, give it to me." She sighed these words as I ran my tongue around her ear, finally dipping it in, teasing her with my moist caress. I put the head of the dildo on her asshole, slowly pushing it in. She was panting with pleasure, as my tongue ran from her ear to the base of her neck where it met the shoulder. 

"Stand up, baby." I whispered. She shook her head no. "What?"

"You didn't say please, Daddy." She teased.

I put my mouth back to her ear and said in normal tones, "I'm not gonna say please."

"No?"

"Nope."

"Then I'm not standing."

I stood up and walked over the the foot of my bed, were my belt lay abandoned on the floor. I picked it up and returned to her side. I folded it in half, raised my arm over her, and let it fall hard across her back. She cried out. I asked her to stand again. She shook her head. I let the belt hit her back again. 

I took her chin in my hand and held it tight, making her look at me. "Are you going to stand up?"

"Not until you say please."

Crack! "Stand." Crack! "The fuck." Crack! "Up!"

She stood. 

"Walk over to the bed."

She walked.

"Lay down."

She laid.

Her breasts were exposed to me, and I couldn't resist them. I dropped the belt and stood over her on the bed. I leaned down, took one of her breasts in my mouth and suckled hard. I forgot myself. I moaned and pulled at her nipple with my teeth. She was cursing, calling out to me in short incomplete sentences.

"Oh, yes!"

"Oh, daddy! Fuck yes!"

"You like that, daddy?"

"Suck it."

"Uh, fuck!"

"God!"

I sucked her tits like a starving man. She raked her fingernails into my neck, across my back. I fingered her clit, listening to her screams. My cock was growing hard again, as I started to slap her tits. My hand came down on her sensitive nipples, slapped the skin around. I did it harder and harder, until my palms stung. Her breasts where flushed, but she was grinning. The little slut was loving it.

Natalie looked at my cock. "You're hard again." She observed. 

I nodded. Pulling the curling iron out of her pussy, I studied her face. She was staring at my cock and licking her lips. 

"You want to suck it, baby?"

She nodded. "Sit down, Daddy." I sat, and she lowered herself to the floor at my feet. Her wet, eager mouth pulled at my hot cock. She spit on me and ran her hand fast up and down the shaft, lowering her mouth to my balls. I was moaning, my hands pulling at her hair. She ran her tongue up and down my dick, swirling it around the balls, then up again. She was driving me mad. I just wanted to pound her pussy, and I told her so.

She looked me in the eye and gave my cock one last, hard suck. I winced and groaned, then pulled her up by her tits. She giggled, turned around and teased my dick with her dildo stuffed ass. I put my hands on her hips and walked her back over to the night stand in front of the window. I sat sideways on the stand. Anyone who might be watching would see everything. My stiff cock, her bouncing tits and dripping pussy.

She straddled me, covering my dick slowly. She reached her hand around and pulled the rubber dildo in and out of her asshole. She moaned and ground against me. As she moved fasted, her breathe became ragged, her cries became louder. 

"Oh, yes, that's it! God, it's so good! Daddy! Oh, Daddy, your cock feels so nice in my pussy. Do you like it? Oh, fuck!" 

I felt her come against me, her body seizing. She shook, and was silent as she rode my cock through the last waves of her orgasm. She fell panting against me. I rapped my arms around her and held her sweat soaked body to me. 

I reached around to pulled the rubber dildo out of her, but she stopped me. 

"Let's take a shower." She said. 

"Okay, but," I paused, "You want to leave that in you?"

"For now. I want to stay loose for my next pounding."

I laughed, and followed her to the shower.



Natalie



She wriggled excitedly as she pulled on her black stockings under her knee length black skirt. The light material flowed around her shapely thighs as she brought her knees up. Her pale blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and the black blouse she wore.

"He's really coming!" she thought to herself. She was meeting him for dinner at the restaurant at the hotel across from the local airport, and from there...she let her mind trail off to the new matching bra and thong set she'd bought just for this night and shuddered again. His words, his ideas, his voice...she loved everything about what this night promised. She finished dressing and chose a pair of heels with ankle straps, almost appearing like dancers' shoes. She went into the bathroom to check herself out in the mirror for about the hundredth time that afternoon. She caught a glimpse of her removable showerhead in the mirror and began to get a tingle between her legs. "No," she said to herself. "You have to wait." She'd already had two orgasms in her morning shower playing with the water, and she was ready for more.

She drove quickly to his hotel and when she entered the restaurant immediately saw him. He stood when she made eye contact and she nearly melted at the sight of him and the intensity of his gaze. He was wearing black trousers and shoes topped by an emerald green collared shirt and a black sport coat. "All that work getting dressed just to have me rip it off of him," she mused to herself, flushing slightly at the thought. "You are not this easy," she said to herself, trying to force herself to calm down. His eyes behind the bare steel wires of his glasses smiled at her as the corners of his mouth turned ever so slightly upward. His shortly trimmed goatee made her neck tickle at the thought of it running over her skin.

"Natalie," he said quietly. "It's good to see you."

"You, too, Rob," she replied, grinning from ear to ear as she wrapped her arms around him.

They ate well, but quickly, most of the small talk exhausted by years of talking on the internet. He asked about her family and she answered between bites of her food. After a light dessert, he paid, and they stood and moved to the entrance of the restaurant. She glanced at the hotel elevators. He didn't seem to notice.

"How do you feel about going out to see a movie, hon?" he asked. She giggled.

"I think I could handle that," she said. They went to her car, walking hand in hand, and she drove to the local theater where they picked a film that had been out for a little while that neither of them had seen. He led her up to the back of the mostly empty theater sitting in the shadows between two of the overhead lights. "So this is where he makes his move, eh? Well, I'll just have to surprise him!" she thought. She excused herself to the restroom, and there removed her panties, stuffing the flimsy swatch of material into her purse. Her fingers lightly traced her mound of flesh and she shuddered, weak in the knees, before forcing herself to stop before she masturbated again there in the women's restroom. She went back to the theater, climbing over his knees to get back to her seat, wondering if he'd notice that she was aroused. He took her hand as the movie started and once began to idly stroke her thigh with his finger, but never went any farther than that. She was beginning to get frustrated. She drove back to his hotel and he never gave a second thought to her walking inside with him. She put on a small smile of satisfaction and they waited after he pushed the elevator call button. He slid his arm around her and pulled her close. Her breathing quickened as she looked him in the eye, her chin tipping up to kiss him. Her eyes closed as he leaned in and his lips brushed hers, pressing against hers, her tongue slipping between her lips to trace his mouth as his flicked across her tongue and pushing into her mouth. She sighed in spite of herself.

"And with that, you've given me all that I've dared dream of for the past four years, Natalie," he said and stepped into the elevator. "Call me when you wake up and we'll do something tomorrow. Good night, babe," he said with a smile as the doors closed. She couldn't believe it! He hadn't tried anything or touched her, or hinted or anything! Here she was standing in a hotel lobby that he'd flown hundreds of miles to stay in, getting wet from his amazing kiss, and all he had to say was "Call me in the morning!" The nerve! But there was always tomorrow...in the meantime, she heard her water operated boyfriend calling for her.

She called the hotel the next morning and asked for his room. 

"It's about time, sleepyhead, after the dreams I had about you and the ones I'm sure you had about me, I was up bright and early!" he greeted her in his usual flirtatious mood.

"I'm sure you were," she said.

"Anyway, ask for a key at the desk, under your name, and come on up when you get here, we'll have breakfast somewhere. I'm going to hop in the shower. See you in a few, darling," he finished with a purr and hung up. She was stunned again for a moment, but quickly dressed and headed back over to the hotel, entirely unsure what to expect from him today. She asked at the desk for a key under her name and they gave her the room number as well. She headed up to the room, slid the key in the lock and opened the door just in time to hear the shower turn off.

"I'll be out in a second," he called. "There's coffee and some juices on the counter." She turned and selected a pastry from the breakfast tray that had been brought to the room, and sat down in the chair for a moment. He exited the bathroom with only a white towel tucked around his waist, so poorly that he had to hold it up with one hand. Her eyes devoured his skin and she knew that her time had come. She stood and moved next to him.

"Rob," she said, as she took his hand off the towel and knocked it off his body by running her hand over his hip. "Kiss me like you did last night."

He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, literally making her knees weak as his tongue sought hers, dancing and playing in her mouth. He ran his hands along her waist, lifting her shirt over her head, tracing his fingertips down her sides, catching her loose pants and her underwear at the same time, dragging them to the floor as he knelt. He looked up at the small patch of hair between her legs and glanced up at her eyes, pushing her back gently to sit on the bed, her knees falling open as she laid back, and braced for what she hoped was coming. He ran his hands up and down along her smooth legs, tracing kisses along the inside of one knee before finally and slowly kissing his way up her body.

He glanced up at her again mischievously and leaned back, dropping his chin between her thighs, making her tense at the feel of his breath on her vulva. He tentatively snaked his tongue from his mouth, tapping her lips with it in several places. She gasped in pleasure and tried to wiggle closer to him. He felt him chuckle more than she heard it, and his flat tongue slowly licked the entire length of her sex, the tip of his tongue burrowing into her flesh at the top, seeking something that he quickly found, judging by her reactions. She squealed as his tongue found her clit and he began to trace a figure eight pattern, flicking his tongue against it from side to side with each pass. She moaned loudly at the way that he seemed to know exactly how to touch her with his tongue. Every now and again he would flatten it out and slide it between her lips to her wet opening, and lap at the taste on her skin eagerly, sighing a little himself. She would whimper if he didn't immediately come back to her clit, and soon his fingertips began to gather to themselves the wetness at that was starting to appear on her lips as they massaged the flesh surrounding her opening, teasing, pressing, every sensation adding to what he was already doing with his tongue. Her body began to tense and she ran her hand through his hair, begging him not to stop what he was doing, and she swore that she almost felt him grin as he ground his tongue against her clit and one of his fingertips traced the smoothing skin outside her opening. She nearly jumped off the bed when that finger slowly pressed its way into her vagina. She moaned loudly and every muscle in her pelvis clenched on that finger as he gently traced the inside of her wet pussy, dragging his fingertip across the most sensitive spots. She started a low moan that was only punctuated by breath as her hips pushed back against the intrusion, bucking gently, her hand in his hair now palming his head to make sure that he didn't leave her now. Her whole body began to clench as the warm ache deep inside her grew and she moaned loudly, punctuated with several grunts as his tongue danced with her clit, pushing her right over the edge of an orgasm. He sat back with a satisfied smirk, but left his hand where it way, feeling her muscles still doing a running contraction as she seemed paralyzed for a few seconds, a look of utter ecstasy frozen on her face. After what seemed like an eternity to her, she blinked slowly and cleared her throat, the last sound from which had been a choked squeak as the orgasm forced the air from her lungs. He slowly removed his hand from her groin as she shuddered with each millimeter that he moved.

He lay down beside her with a smile. She reached for him and held him close for a few moments before looking up at him with a soft smile of her own and pulling his face to hers and kissing him deeply and passionately. She pulled his body closer to her, and over top of her, taking one hand to guide him to where she wanted him to be. He kissed her with abandon as his hips gently lowered to meet hers, his penis entering her, spreading her much farther than his finger had done. She bit her lip a little and tightened her grip on his shoulders as he worked his way into her with short strokes, finally giving her his all, his pelvis grinding against her clit and making her moan loudly. He kissed her ferociously as he took long slow strokes into her, pausing now and again to shudder in pleasure and be utterly amazed at this woman he was making love to. She felt that dull ache begin again, and swore that he was building it up by touch. She caught him biting his lip slightly and kissed him again, clenching with her muscles in encouragement with a grin.

He kissed her, tongue slipping between her lips as he began to thrust faster, building her orgasm at a much better rate, making her moan loudly, call his name. He, too, began to moan, and sucked gently on her neck and collar bone as he felt his own orgasm beginning. He groaned loudly and she felt his penis spasm inside her, flooding her with a different feeling, and triggering her own orgasm. Her body flushed and her muscles seemed to milk the semen from his still hard cock as she felt several waves of pleasure roll through her body. The both lay there carefully, neither moving for a long time. He nuzzled her neck with his nose and kissed her.

"Natalie?" he asked wondering if she was awake.

"I know, baby, let's sleep. I have many more plans for you."

She swore that she felt him grin as she faded off to dream of him.



Natalie



President of HR- Benton-Pickens LLC

5:30 time for the weekend. TGIF!!! It was a rough week with endless meetings. All I wanted to do was go home and jump in the jacuzzi with a nice glass of white wine and some Mary J on the stereo. 

"Hold the elevator please? Oh thank you so much," I say as I jump in and punch the button for the garage. My cell phone starts ringing and I look to see that it is Veronica, my best friend. 

"Hey Ronnie whats up?"

"Party time. We're hitting that new club downtown tonight. I'll pick you up at 9 so be dressed and ready."

"No way not tonight. I am so tired I can barely stand to drive home." 

"Nat come on we don't hang out anymore. Whats up with that?"

"I've been putting in a lot of hours lately girl. The merger is almost complete but we're working on what positions will be done away with and who will be staying from their company. Its a mess."

"I miss hanging out with you."

"I miss hanging too, but I am just to tired. I'm going home to relax. Come by Sunday so we can hang out. We'll blaze on the grill and lounge by the pool. Just you and me. We'll catch up."

"If that's all I can get then so be it, but you better not flake on me or else."

"No flaking, promise. You me grill pool Sunday."

"Bye."

"Bye." 

When the doors opened I start walking towards my car in the parking garage but I feel like someone was watching me. Turning around I can see that there is a man, a huge man, standing by the elevator. I really have to stop being preoccupied when I'm alone like this. He seems to be looking directly at me but I can't tell from this distance. I pick up my pace to get to my car. Once inside I breathe a little bit easier. Starting the car I pull out of my space and drive down the ramps to get out of the garage not giving the man a second thought.

Jacuzzi, wine, Mary J here I come.

Conall Faol

President Faol Incorporated

Alpha Faol Pack

"Hold the elevator please."

My wolf sat up and took notice of this slip of a woman running down the hall to get the elevator. Absolute beauty. She could be tonight's entertainment. Wine her and dine her and then fuck her until she's unconscious. Yes this could work. It had been awhile since I allowed myself the pleasure of a woman. Lately things have been hectic between the company and the pack. Add that to me longing to find my mate so I just have not indulged but I think I will have to rethink that for this little beauty.

As the elevator doors close her phone rings. She turns slightly to reach into her bag and her scent hits me. Her perfume is the strongest, but under that is the delicious scent of honey and eucalyptus. My wolf starts to howl in my mind. He is trying to break forth and claim her. "MINE, MINE, MINE," I hear him growl. "Claim her before someone else gets her. Do it NOW! " 

I have to literally hold onto the bar in the elevator to keep from changing. I try to explain to my wolf that would not be the best way to meet our mate. She is human and would definitely be afraid of us if we went from a man to a wolf and then attack her. 

I tune out his growling to listen in on her phone call. It is a woman she is speaking to. What a relief, but I wonder if she has a boyfriend. It really doesn't matter because she belongs to us and that is that, but I would prefer that she is unattached. I take a deeper smell and can't smell a man's scent on her. That will change very very soon.

We both get out of the elevator and while I am waiting for my driver to pull up I notice every detail I can about her. The way she walks, the gentle yet alluring sway of her hips, her ample ass that I can imagine biting. Her hair is long, down to her waist, it looks amazing on my mate. I can imagine pulling it and twisting it around my fingers as I take her roughly, seating my knot firmly within her and placing our mark on her beautiful slender neck. The thought of having her beneath me writhing in ecstacy was overwhelming my wolf. If she had the hearing of a were she would have heard my sub vocal growling. 

As I tried to reign in my wolf she turned and looked me dead in my eyes. I was still somewhat in the shadows but clearly seen by her. Her pace quickened towards her car as if she was afraid. It dawned on my that I must look like some type of serial rapists or worse lingering in the shadows. Then I took notice of just how dark this garage was and how someone could actually hurt her. That would not do. I would have to assign someone to be here when she was here. 

She drove past me not even acknowledging my presence, but I was totally aware of hers. After 450 years of walking this earth, I had found my mate. Nothing and noone was going to keep me from claiming her, but I needed to find out who she was and court her. I pulled out my cellphone just as my driver pulled up. I would have all the information I needed on her before the night was over.

Natalie

I was so happy to pull into my garage. I could just feel the warm jets of water as they massaged away the knots of stress in my body. I walked into my home and had the same lonely feeling I always got when I was there. It had been a very long time since I had the company of a man. My work kept me busy, in other words I HAD NO PERSONAL LIFE. I walked into my kitchen and pulled out a bottle of white wine and poured myself a glass then took the bottle with me to the bathroom. I started the water running and added my favorite bath oils. I turned my ipod on and selected my Mary J. Blige playlist, stripped and climbed in. It felt so good. 

Laying there luxuriating in the water, sipping wine and hearing Mary I began to feel lonely again. I was an attractive black women, but I couldn't maintain a decent relationship because my work was so demanding. I worked long hours and that was not conducive with a lasting relationship.

The more wine I drank the more I thought about my self imposed celibacy. I could change it if I wanted but I guess I had not met the right man. I would like to believe if I met the right man I would love to spend my time with him. The image of the man in the garage sprung to mind. I wondered who he was and how he looked. I thought back to my last boyfriend. Wow was that really a year ago! I wasn't even with him long enough to get to second base. It didn't help that along with not maintaining a relationship, I was still a virgin. Accomplished in so much and at 26 years old I was still a virgin. I had been so involved with my education, finishing with a 4.0 gpa in undergrad and grad schools, that I never allowed myself the opportunity or the chance to get close enough with someone. Then I went to work and work hard to become the President of HR in 3 short years. Hell I didn't even masturbate. I guess you can't have it all huh? 

My musings are just that. I think about how different my life would have been had I not been so driven. The hell with it I think and shake off the feelings, finish my bath and climb into my big, empty, lonely bed once again. At least this time I have a little buzz though. Everything fades to black as I fall into a alcohol induced restful sleep.

Conall

The whole way to the estate my wolf growled and protested leaving our mate alone in the city. He gave me a fit. I tried to reason with him to no avail. The wolf didn't understand the human process of meeting someone and getting to know them. All the wolf knew was she is our mate, find her, fuck her, mate her, bite her. There was no complications. I eventually stopped trying which is why now I am on edge. The constant barrage was taking it's toll. Finally, when I had had enough, I mentally grabbed my wolf and shoved him very hard into the back of my mind and forced him to be quiet and still until I called for him again. He wasn't happy, but well neither was I. I didn't like feeling this way. I was the Alpha for fuck sake. I was supposed to be in control of all situations and circumstances and here I was acting like some whelp. Damn it!

"Ummm excuse me Your Highness?"

"What?!"

"Sir we are home."

"Bryant my apology."

"Finding one's mate and not being able to claim her is difficult is it not Your Highness?"

"That it definitely is Bryant. That it definitely is."

As I spoke my beta and brother, Caiden, opened the door. Him and my other siblings were the only ones that didn't cower to me. They respected my Alpha status, but they were not going to take my shit either. He handed me a file with the name Natalie Renea Coldwell written on the front. I took it and walked into the house and straight to my offices. I was anxious to say the least.

I took my seat to begin my review of the file and in walks Caiden.

"No thank you. I had to do some fancy and creative shit to get that information."

"Thanks."

"You're grumpier then usual. What's with you?"

"SHE IS MY MATE!"

"Calm the fuck down! I'm the one helping you remember." 

"I am not in the mood for your brotherly bullshit right now. My wolf is going crazy and I am not far behind. I have heard about the mating pull, but hearing it an experiencing it are to very different things. How did you manage when you found Melissa?" 

"She was already Were brother. My wolf and her wolf were on the same page. It was just a little bit different. Look even though you yelled at me and didn't say thank you for all my hard work, I will keep everybody out of here for awhile. I'll take care of anything that may come up ok."

"Yes, and Caiden, thank you my brother. I do appreciate it."

"I know."

Once he left I set out to learn everything he found about my mate.

Name: Natalie Renea Coldwell

Age: 26

Birthday: 4/20/1985

Address: 2554 Mayesville Rd.

Telephone: 678-555-7775

Graduated from Middlebrook University and Middlebrook Grad school with degrees in Business Administration for her BA and her MBA with a concentration in Human Resource Management. My mate was not only beautiful but very intelligent. She was currently the President of HR at Benton Pickens LLC. Never married. No family to speak of. She was currently working on the merger between her company and a recently acquired firm Denton Moore. I began formulating a plan to meet her. My lawyer's office was on the floor above her firms so I would just have to bump into her on Monday, but I needed to see her now and make sure she was okay. Me and my wolf felt like something wasn't quite right where our mate was concerned. It was probably just me being crazy and thinking of a reason to go to her. My wolf demanded it loud and clear and I had to acquiesce.

I jumped up and headed out the door to find Caiden. He was sitting in the kitchen with Melissa on his lap getting. 

"I'm leaving. I may be back by morning."

"I don't need to ask where you're going."

"No you don't. I have my cell if anything goes wrong."

"Are you taking a car with you?"

"I wasn't planning on it."

"And how do you think she will react if she sees you?"

"She won't see me."

"Being that close to your mate and not trying to be peek in on her will be difficult. What if you are overcome and decide to try? She would freak if she woke up and there was a nude man standing in her house looking at her, hell any man in her house would freak her out but a nude one. Think about it Conall."

"You are right of course. It is very hard to think when it comes to her. I will drive and just sit outside to make sure she is safe. I was going to try to make contact with her on Monday but I think it will have to be tomorrow because I am going nuts." 

"She is pretty rigid in her scheduling. She works out on Saturdays at a local gym near her house. Maybe you could "bump" into her there."

"That is what I will do. I just have to make it through this night without doing something completely stupid and then I will be able to see her and speak to her. By the way you to should really get a room."

"Why? The table is so much better."

I just shook my head and walked away. I hope the maid cleaned that table before serving any food on it.

I parked my car a block away from Natalie's house. I was going to sit outside and just watch in my wolf form to make certain that nothing and nobody got near my mate to cause her any harm. I walked to the back of her house and undressed in the darkness. After transforming I laid down and watched. It seemed that all was quiet inside so I decided to doze a little. I was just about sleep when I smelled a group of humans. They were coming around the back of the house dressed all in black. My hackles immediately rose. How dare anybody think they could get away with breaking into my mate's house. These men would die tonight!