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A Matter of Trust

By: vic450



This is a story inspired by a female fan. It started out as a tissue tease, but the more I wrote and thought about it, the longer it got. It took me a few days to figure out some logistics and how the characters should react, but I finally did it. So, it has become (in the sense of all my other writings) a full fledged story.

I hope you all enjoy it. I look forward to reading your feedback!

Vic

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She laughs at his frown as they walk through the door. She turns towards him as he closed the door behind them.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asks him, smiling sweetly.

He smirks and replies, "You've been very naughty."

"Oh what ever do you mean, sir?" she asks innocently.

His frown wavers as it follows with a chuckle.

"You know darn well what I mean."

He leans in and kisses her. He feels her arms wrapping about him as his lips press firmly against her lips. His back now leans against the door. His eyes close as their kiss continues. He hears an audible click as the lock on the door is turned.

She could feel him leaning in before she saw him leaning in. She knew him well. She knows what makes him happy. Knows what makes him sad. Oh and she definitely knows what makes him horny. Maybe it was the little devil in her, but she also loves to keep him teased. The longer she teases, the better. She smiles inwardly as he leans towards her, kissing her. Her lips return the kiss, equally passionate. Her mouth opens, knowing his tongue would soon follow.

He turns his head slightly as they kiss. His tongue moves into her mouth with ease. He hears her moan as his tongue touches her tongue lightly. His passion on fire, lit by her teases throughout the evening. He is more than glad that they are home. Not sure if he could take any more of her public teasing. He had suggested they retire back home. He was so relieved when she agreed. All the way home, she continued to tease him in one form or another. He knows she had been doing it on purpose. He had noticed it after dinner. The way she looked at him or touched him. She knows where to touch him, nothing obvious as his cock. But a well placed kiss to his neck. Or the tone in which she spoke when discussing what they would like to do for the rest of the evening. Then there was the way she stroked his arm or touched his leg. He would have missed it were it not for his body telling him his current situation, uncomfortable arousal.

She is not sure how it came about. Maybe it has been building up the last couple of weeks. They haven't seen one another over the last few weeks for various reasons. Mostly it was because of work or work related obligations. Maybe it's her subconscious telling her something; she laughs to herself on their way home. If it was not for the phone calls late at night or the notes sent to each other over the computer, she is sure she would have grabbed him in the restaurant, throwing him on the table to have right there. It feels like an eternity since she's kissed him or touched him, let alone sees him. As the evening progressed, everything felt 'right'. She was sending him signals. She had often laughed that he called these 'signals' teases.

Now, here they are, standing against the door. She could feel that his body had received her signals. It is obvious in the way his hardness press against his pants. And through his pants, she can feel him, consciously or unconsciously, grinding himself against her.

He loves the feel of her body pressing against his. His arms move up to wrap about her as he pulls her closer. All the while, their lips continued to kiss. He moans slightly as her lips move about his tongue, only letting him move but not letting him out. He also feels her hands move down his back and up his sides, stroking him.

She smiles inwardly again as her mouth pulls at his tongue. She slides her tongue tip against his tongue, feeling his body react with a slight shiver. She almost laughs as her hands move down his sides and reaches behind him to grab his ass. She moves her hips forward, anticipating his body's reaction. She feels his hardness press against her.

He hears himself moan again as her hands grab his ass. He feels her grind against him, against his hardness as his body moves his hips forward. He feels her hands release him and move back up his sides. His tongue moves along her tongue, hoping to lure her tongue into his mouth. But to his frustration, her tongue does not follow along and move into his mouth. He feels her hands moving towards his chest. He subconsciously follows the movements of her hands but his concentration focuses on her lips pressing so nicely against his lips and her hips and body leaning so pleasurably against his body. His back is firmly leaning against the door as her hands reach his chest. He feels her hands firmly press against his chest.

She presses her hands against his chest, allowing her to push away from their kiss. She smiles at his expression.

"Honey, I'm thirsty," she says as she turns around.

Taking a step towards the living room, she turns and looks over her shoulder, saying with an innocent smile, "Mind getting me some juice while I change into something more comfortable?"

"Tease!" is his first reply.

His second is a quick slap on her ass.

She skips forward as his hand smacks her ass. She exclaims a quick 'Ooo!' and laughs, continuing on her path towards the living room then making a quick left into the bedroom. 

He watches her walk off, a grin on his face. He stares at her ass as she walks into the living room. It was as if she knew he was staring at her. He sees her turn her head again and look at him. He automatically lifts his hand and waves to her. He sees her smile and makes a left turn towards the bedroom. He slaps his own forehead realizing he had just waved to her. Shrugging to himself, he turns left and walks into the kitchen.

He takes a couple of glasses out of the cupboard and puts them on the counter. Opening the fridge, he looks inside. Seeing a selection, he pulls away from the fridge.

"Honey! What kind of juice do you want?" he yells out.

"Anything!" she says.

Then she asks, "Wait, do we have anything with passion fruit?"

"Nice," he says to himself.

Looking in the fridge, he picks out something with passion fruit in it. Puts the container on the counter. As he opens the fridge to take out the tray of ice, he wonders to himself why she is teasing him so much. It is not that he didn't like it, but she seems to keep him teased. He wonders how much more she's going to tease him before offering him more. Shrugging to himself, he drops a couple of ice cubes into each cup.

She walks over to the closet and takes out a tank top and silk-like bottoms. They're her pajamas but he's seen them on more than one occasion. Plus, she figures that they're in for the evening. Might as well get comfortable. She kicks off her shoes as she unbuttons her pants. She pulls her pants down and sits on the bed. She unbuttons her blouse and slips out of it. She quickly proceeds to undo her bra.

He grins to himself as he thinks of ways to get even. He finishes pouring the juice into the glasses and quickly puts the container back into the fridge. He grabs a glass and walks out into the living room. Seeing that she isn't there, he walks over and places the glass on a coaster. He sits down and patiently waits for her to return.

She pulls on her tank top and walks out to the living room. She sees him sitting there and a single glass on the coffee table. She looks at him questioningly.

"Only one glass?" she asks.

Smiling, he answers, "Well, I thought we could share. Being that I'm not that thirsty and all."

Shrugging, she walks over to him and sits beside him. As she starts to reach for the glass, she hears him say.

"No no, relax, dear." he says, "Let me help you with this."

He reaches over and picks up the glass. He moves the glass towards her.

"You're going to spill that on me, aren't you?" she asks suspiciously.

He laughs and shakes his head, "Now would I do that?"

"Other guys, no. You? A resounding yes."

His expression screws up into a mock hurt expression, "You wound me, lady."

She snorts.

"Really, let me help you with this." he said and reaches over with a glass.

She watches him as the glass approaches her lips. She leans her head forward a little and he tilts the glass slightly so that she could take a drink from it. She continues to watch him as he withdraws the glass.

"Now, did I pour it all over you?"

"No," she answers, "But that's because I'm watching you."

"Now why would I possibly want to pour this juice all over you? It will ruin the couch!"

She smirks, holds up her hand and ticks off a finger for every answer, "One, you want to get even. Two, you want to see me jump up and down. Three, you want to see me all wet. Four, you'd do anything to get me out of my clothes. Five."

"Stop!" he said, "I get the picture but I still say you're wrong."

She nods severely at him.

He chuckles and continues, "Okay, how about this. Close your eyes, keep your hand on my hand and I'll continue to help you with this drink. We'll call it a test of trust."

She continues to stare at him suspiciously.

He laughs and reaches over and takes her hand. He guides her hand onto his wrist.

"Now, if you think I am tilting the glass too far over -- you can push my hand away."

He smiles at her waiting for an answer. Seeing that none was coming, he leans over and lightly licks her lips. He tastes the juice on her lips and presses his lips against her lips once more and kisses her. After she responds, he pulls away.

"Come on, close your eyes,” he urges her.

She takes a deep breath and releases it. She closes her eyes. As she feels his hand moving forward, she opens her eyes and looks at him.

"Don't try anything funny."

Shaking his head, "I wouldn't do that, dear."

She glares at him as he chuckles. She closes her eyes once more. She feels his hand move forward. The cool glass touches her bottom lip. She opens her mouth slightly as he tilts the glass. The juice moves onto her lower lip as it slips into her mouth. The juice is nice and cold and she takes a mouth full. She leans forward as he pulls away the glass.

"See? That wasn't so bad,” he says to her, "The big mean man didn't pour juice all over you, now did he?"

She opens one eye and looks at him.

He laughs, "More?"

She shrugs to herself and closes her eye.

Taking her non-verbal reply as a reply, he tilts the glass once more against her lower lip. He watches as the liquid pours into her mouth. The juice fills her mouth and he pulls the glass away from her lip. He watches as she closes her mouth. A single drop spills from her lips and trails down the corner of her mouth towards her jaw. He leans in and kisses the head of that drop. His mouth takes the juice in and he follows the path of the juice. He moves up her jaw to the corner of her mouth. His lips touch her lips. He sucks gently on her lips to take the juice. His lips reach her lips and he presses them against her.

She could almost picture the drop of juice spilling from her lips. She didn't swallow the juice; she waited for him to kiss her on the lips. Her mouth opens slightly as his lips matched her. She slides her juice soaked tongue into his mouth and she feels him respond by closing his lips around her. She feels him slowly sucking on her tongue. After a moment, she pulls her tongue back into her mouth and squeezes her mouth. Some juice spills out of her mouth into his mouth.

He was shocked at first, feeling the juice pouring into his mouth from her. Realizing it was the juice, he slowly swallowed. He continued to kiss her for a while more and pulls back.

She opens her eyes as she feels him pulling away. She looks at him as he smiles at her.

"I think that was a successful test,” he said.

"Now are you going to pour that juice onto me?"

He laughs and says, "No. I wouldn't."

After a pause, he looks at her and asks, "Unless you want me to?"

She chuckles as she pushes his hand away when she feels him moving the glass towards her.

"I see you still don't trust me," he says smiling at her.

"Oh, I trust you. It's just with certain things that I don't trust you with," she replies.

Raising an eyebrow, he asks, "Oh? Like what things?"

"Little things like that," she answers as she points over at the glass of juice in his hand.

"And things that concern this," she continues her reply as she reaches over and pats his crotch.

She was somewhat surprised to find that he was still aroused. She pulls her hand away before she is tempted to do something more. She pulls her eyes away from his crotch and looks directly at his questioning face.

She stammers slightly and finishes, "Especially when it doesn't get its way."

"Oh, I get it!" he laughs, "You don't think I can control myself."

She smiles and winks at him, "You said it, not me."

With his free hand, he grabs a hold of her wrist. And pulls her up off the couch, he takes her towards the bedroom.

"See?" she states, "Where are you taking me?"

He looks over his shoulder at her and says, "Well, we're going to continue this game of trust in the bedroom. I'll prove to you I have everything under control."

She laughs, but follows him into the bedroom.

He walks her over to the edge of the bed. He bends over the nightstand and puts the glass of juice onto a coaster. He places both hands on her shoulders and gently pushes her down on the bed.

"Wait right there." he says as he turns towards the closet.

She sits patiently waiting for him. She looks over her shoulder at him, as he seems to be rummaging for something.

"Honey, where do you keep those scarves?" he asks from the closet.

She rolls her eyes and says, "On the left side."

"Where? I don't.. Oh! Got it."

She watches him as he walks out of the closet with a hanger full of her scarves.

"What are you going to do with those?" she asks, "You're not cold are you? You're going to wear them?"

He grins at her, "No no. It's for the trust game."

He pulls one scarf off the hanger.

"Careful with that!" she exclaims.

He chuckles and walks over to her. He holds a corner of the scarf in each hand and twirls them so the scarf becomes a band of material. He lowers it over her eyes and she pulls away.

"What *are* you doing?" she asks, slightly annoyed now.

"Well, I figured we can test your trust and our self control all in one shot." he said with a grin.

Not sure what he means, but still interested in what he is doing, she shrugs. She sees him lowering the scarf over her eyes. Then she feels him tie it around her head. It covers her eyes completely. She reaches out and touches his stomach then moves her hand up his body to his hand.

"Okay. I'm going to test your trust."

She nods.

"I promise not to stick my dick into you unless you tell me I can."

She laughs but nods. She is not sure he can do it. It has been a while for both of them. They haven't seen each other in a while so this might even be tough for her also. She knows that he'll give in first. She smiles to herself. She normally does not go for this kind of stuff but tonight she feels excited about it.

He leans in and kisses her lips lightly. He feels her respond but she doesn't push forward. He moves back and sees her lips in mid kiss. He picks up the glass of juice and places the glass against her lower lip.

She feels the glass against her lip again and she opens her mouth. She could feel him tilting the glass towards her. She feels the cool juice flowing again into her mouth. She drinks it, slowly. The ice cube hitting her lip startles her. It is cold against her. She pushed slightly forward and she could feel him tilting the glass back. She hears the ice cube hit the bottom of the glass.

She hears him putting the glass on the coaster again. She feels his fingers sliding lightly along her cheek. She tilts her head slightly against his fingers. She misses feeling him stroking her skin these past few weeks. She almost moans at his touch. With her mind's eye, she follows his fingers.

The backs of his fingers trail along her cheek. They move up towards her ear and just before touching her ear, they move down. Gliding lightly, touching softly against her skin, his fingers move down the side of her neck.

She feels his fingers moving slowly down her neck, it feels like tiny electricity sparking between his fingers and her neck. She grew excited. She is enjoying this. She continues to follow his fingers as he moves down from her neck. His fingers move down her shoulder until they reach the strap of her tank top. She almost sighs as he pulls his fingers off of her skin.

She feels his fingers touch the bottom of her tank top. She feels him lifting it.

"Raise your arms, dear," he whispers lightly.

She found herself obeying, lifting her arms as he pulls the tank top off of her. Once again, she sees him staring at her. She could almost feel his eyes staring at her breasts. She knows he wants to lean forward and just take her into his mouth. She bites her lower lip as she realizes she wants him to do just that. Almost sighing, she feels the cooler air touch her naked skin. She shivered as she felt his lips touch her neck. She feels his warm breathing trailing her skin as he moves his lips lightly along her neck down to her shoulder. She feels his hands moving between her arms and her body. She follows his lips instead of his hands then. She feels his lips moving down her shoulder towards her left breast.

His lips moves down her left breast and she feels herself pushing her chest forward slightly. Her nipples tingle. They tingle with the anticipation of the feel of his lips against them. She opens her mouth as his lips touches her nipple. Slowly at first, with his soft lips. Slowly squeezing her nipple then carefully she feels his lips close about her. She shuddered as she feels his mouth pulling her nipple. She feels her nipple harden in his mouth and against his soft lips. She reaches up with her hands and brushes her fingers into his hair.

He continues to suck on her nipple as he moves his hands from behind her and reaches up to take hold of her hands. He pulls her hands away from his hair as he gently licks the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He feels her shiver again. He guides her hands down to the bed and presses them against the bed.

She feels him pushing her hands against the bed and lifts his off her. She sighed as he releases her nipple. The cool air hitting her already hard nipple causes her to take in a quick breathe. She waits for him to touch her again. She feels her entire body tingling now. Anticipating, hoping for his lips to touch her. She did not wait long as his lips touched her right nipple. She heard herself moan as his lips closes around her nipple. Her nipple was hard before he touched this one. She pushed forward again, pressing her breast against his face. She feels him sucking against her nipple as she feels his fingers on the waist of her pants. She feels his fingers slip in under the front of her waistband. She feels him pull away from her nipple and again the cool air hits her wet nipple.

"Lean back," she heard him say.

She leans back and feels his fingers sliding deeper into her pants and panties to take hold of them. She feels him pulling and she lifts her ass up so he can pull the pants and panties down. She feels him sliding the clothes down to her ankles. She feels his hands on her ankles. She feels his hands gently slide over her feet to make sure she does not have any shoes on. His fingers moved lightly over her feet, caressing her. She pushes her feet against his hands as he slides his hands away from her feet; he pulls her pants and panties off of her ankles, one at a time. Then she feels his lips on her knees. Kissing one then the other.


A Matter Of Trust



PART I OF THE "A SERIES OF MATTERS" TRILOGY

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The "A Series of Matters" Trilogy is foremost the story of the love between a mother and son and what they go through to be with each other. However, it is also a story about heroes, villains, and the grey characters that fall in between. Naturally, conflicts are going to arise so I caution you there is violence in these stories. 

For those who are unfamiliar with my work, if you are expecting a quick sexual escapade with no deeper meaning, that's cool and more power to you, but you won't find that here. There is sex in my stories and plenty of it, I don't hold back on the details, but there is also more. If you are looking to make an emotional, as well as sexual, investment in the characters and get caught up in a gripping saga , that is what I have strived to provide.

CHAPTER 1: A GAME OF CHANCE

It was a hot summer night in Philadelphia and Colin, as usual, was out with Sheryl. He probably wouldn't be home until late. With nothing better to do, Aileen went to the small alcove of their apartment where the computer was set up and signed on. Perhaps she would play a couple games of gin rummy, but what she hoped for most was that Ben would be online.

Aileen Reilly had been divorced for almost ten years. Even though she hadn't had a serious relationship since her divorce, it was only in the last year or so the absence of a significant other in her life had really made itself felt. The reason was because she did have someone significant in her life, her son Colin. They spent a lot of time together and did numerous activities, and it was always a blast being with him. She loved her son and was totally dedicated to him. His company had always been all she needed to be happy. But Colin was seventeen years old now and every day Aileen felt him move a few steps closer to leaving her and going out on his own. She was beginning to feel a loneliness and isolation she hadn't known since before Colin was born. She knew her boy had to grow up, but it saddened her that in doing so it made them grow apart.

Nearly two years ago Colin had met Sheryl and she eventually became his steady girlfriend. Their relationship had blossomed over the past couple years and they were now seriously involved with each other. It didn't surprise Aileen that her son would find a girlfriend so devoted to him. Colin was a handsome young man. He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, and he had strong facial features with russet colored hair and insightful brown eyes. But aside from the way he looked, Colin also had the sweetest personality a boy could have. Aileen took pride in her son having grown into such a fine young man. 

Sheryl monopolized most of Colin's time now and it resulted in making Aileen feel she had lost her best friend. Her main purpose in life, however, was to see Colin happy and if being with Sheryl did that, well then Aileen couldn't disapprove. It still didn't stop her from feeling lonely though. 

Aileen held a nine-to-five job as a bank teller, which kept her busy enough during the week, but on the weekends she was off work and frequently found herself with nothing to do. She had a few friends, though no one she was especially close to, and once in a while she would do something with them. She had an older brother, Patrick, who ran a successful local pub and restaurant, but he was always busy with his own family or his business. While she enjoyed being in the company of Patrick and his family, she didn't want to infringe too much on their hospitality. 

One way she found to alleviate her boredom was to play gin rummy via the internet. She enjoyed the card game but she hadn't really had anyone to play with in real life. She used to frequently play with Colin, they played gin rummy and a whole slew of other games, but ever since he began dating Sheryl, he didn't seem to have the time. So, online she found a place where there was always someone wanting to play a friendly card game anytime she felt like it.

Online is where she met Ben. He became a frequent and then favorite companion to play cards with. They would communicate with each other by way of the game's chat room during their play. They talked to each other about what was going on in their lives, frivolous things at first, but then more intimate. They became good friends.

It wasn't after too long that they began communicating more by instant messaging than during a card game. Ben was twenty-two and Aileen was thirty-six. Aside from similar tastes in movies and music, Aileen often wondered what Ben saw in her that made him always seem so eager to be talking with her. She didn't understand why he would want to spend so much time talking to someone so much older than him, but she really enjoyed his company and was flattered by his attention. Ben's company had become a decent substitute for Colin's.

Tonight, when she saw that Ben wasn't online, she felt a bit disappointed, but then about twenty minutes later, she saw Ben's screen name, Bender069, pop up indicating he had just signed on. Aileen felt a thrill run through her from seeing her friend now online. With her own screen name, IrishRose36, she instant messaged him. 

IrishRose36: Hey Hon, how are you?

Bender069: Doing pretty good here, how about yourself? 

IrishRose36: I'm fine, and happy to see you.

Bender069: Me too.

IrishRose36: So what have you been up to?

Bender069: Just got finished taking a nice long shower after a hard day's work.

IrishRose36: You got all nice, clean, and fresh just to come and talk to me? LOL

Bender069: LOL Yeah, I did. 

IrishRose36: Ha, it's Friday night, I bet you are getting ready to hit the town.

Bender069: No, I don't have anywhere else I'd rather be than here talking with you.

IrishRose36: You flatterer. You need to find a girlfriend and take her out.

Bender069: What about you? Why aren't you going out with a boyfriend?

IrishRose36: Because I'm not interested in that. Besides who would be interested in me? I'm old and fat.

Bender069: No you are not! I saw that picture you sent me, you're beautiful! What man in his right mind wouldn't want to go out with a tall redhead like you?

IrishRose36: You forgot fat.

Bender069: You're not fat, you're voluptuous.

IrishRose36: LOL that's just a polite way of saying "fat".

Bender069: Bullshit! My cock is hard right now just thinking about you.

Aileen froze in the middle of typing a response when she read what Ben said. She was shocked. While they had discussed their love lives with each other, neither of them had said anything so direct like that before. Their conversations always stayed friendly and polite, but what Ben just said indicated their relationship might be going in a new direction. Aileen wasn't sure how to respond. Should she feel offended? She didn't. In fact, she felt somewhat...aroused. Before she could type something Ben typed more:

 Bender069: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so forward. Please don't be mad.

IrishRose36: It's ok, I'm not mad.

Bender069: Good. 

Aileen hesitated a moment, not really believing what she was going to ask, but thought, What could be the harm in it?

IrishRose36: Is it really hard?

Bender069: Yes

IrishRose36: Because of me?

Bender069: Always because of you.

IrishRose36: What do you mean?

Bender069: I hope you won't hate me for saying this, but I have been fantasizing about you for a while. I've gotten hard just talking several times but never mentioned it. I think I'm falling in love with you. 

Aileen felt a shiver run through her body. She couldn't believe she was letting this conversation continue in this direction but she couldn't help it.

IrishRose36: I don't hate you. In fact, hearing you say that has made my pussy wet. 

And it was the truth, her pussy was wet. Aileen had never thought of cyber sex as something she would be into. She hadn't gone looking for this, but she had to admit, talking like this with Ben over the internet was awakening certain urges in her body faster and stronger than she could have imagined. She was horny.

Bender069: Oh God, Aileen, I wish I could see your wet pussy!

IrishRose36: What would you do if you saw it? 

Ben went into luscious detail describing what he would do to her longing cunt. He talked about touching it, exploring it with his fingers, fondling her most private pleasure zones. Then he started to describe performing cunnilingus on her. What he wanted to do to her sopping wet pussy with his tongue. He wanted to play with her clit, stick his tongue deep inside of her, and slurp her juices. Then he talked about feeling her breasts, how he longed to touch them, to suck on her nipples, how wonderful he thought they were.

As Ben went on describing the things he wanted to do to her, Aileen undid the sash of her blue terrycloth robe. She slipped her hand inside and then under the white cotton tee shirt she wore. She brought her hand up to her full breasts, her nipples were very hard and erect. She rubbed her finger tips over one of them and tweaked it, and then she did the same to the other. The sensation sent chills all over her body, most strongly felt in her pussy. Aileen slid her hand down her tummy, her fingers made contact with the waistband of her panties, slowly she slipped them inside and her hand continued on its southern course. 

Her fingers made contact with her pubic hair, it was wet, and the further down she went the wetter it got. She was already in a very high state of arousal by this point and when her hand brushed over the lips of her hungry cunt it sent her to an even higher plateau. She took in a deep breath as she stroked her hand over her excited sex. She slid her fingers inside her pussy and a "MMMMMMMM" escaped from her mouth. She delved into herself with one finger and then two, running them along the inner walls of her cunt. Then she found her clitoris. The sensitive little nub was firm and it stirringly responded to her touch. She gasped at how good it felt. She played with her clit running her finger round and round in circles over it. 

Ben asked her what she was doing. With her free hand she typed in a response and told him exactly what she was doing. Ben then informed her that he had removed his towel and was now totally naked as he was running his hand up and down his hard cock thinking of her. Aileen had never considered herself a very sexual person, never having had a very good sexual experience. Her husband, Fred, had been a selfish and mean lover, only engaging in intercourse when he wanted to and it always had to be his way. After her divorce Aileen rarely dated, she primarily focused on bringing up Colin, and in truth she had soured on the idea of relationships. She masturbated sometimes, but even then it was mostly by thought rather than touch. Sometimes to get to sleep she imagined the perfect loving man having his arms around her and making passionate but tender love to her, and touching herself didn't seem to please her as much as fantasizing in her mind did. 

But now something had come over her and her body felt truly alive and sensual. The thought that Ben was actually naked and so excited by thinking of her was making her feel hornier than she ever had before. She typed about doing things to him that she never thought about doing in real life, or had done but not really cared for, but now the idea of titillated her. She described touching his cock, rubbing her hand up and down it. She typed about taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it. 

Ben informed her that his cock was throbbing from her saying those things and that made her all the more excited. It also amazed her how much the idea of doing these things really appealed to her now. She was plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy now in a furious motion, imagining that it was Ben's cock pumping in and out of her. She felt something building up inside her. She felt she was close to achieving something grand. She typed to Ben that she was getting close to cumming, he replied he was too. She plunged her fingers deeper inside her, she was closer, she rubbed her clit with her thumb, oh so much closer. Ben typed that his cock was so hard it was ready to burst with cum for her. That did it, her body spasmed and her sopping wet cunt clenched around her fingers, wave after wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shot through her as her pussy squirted its juice. She let out a loud "OHHHHHHHHHHHH" as she came.

She typed to Ben that she was cumming and cumming hard, and he replied that he was as well, that his cock was shooting cum all over the place. It felt devilishly good to her that she could make a man do that just by talking to him over the computer and that a man could make her feel this way. She hadn't known she had it in her, but now that she did know, she wanted more.

* * * 

Ben and Aileen continued their cyber relationship for the next couple of months. They usually engaged in cyber sex on weekend nights when Aileen didn't have to worry about having to be up early the next morning for work. Also, now that it was September and school had resumed, she only allowed her son out late on weekend nights. She could pretty much count on him being out with Sheryl every Friday and Saturday. It comforted her on those nights to have Ben and she didn't have to be alone. Aileen felt some guilt over what she was doing and a part of her kept telling herself that a thirty-six year old woman shouldn't be doing these things with a person she hasn't even actually met. But that part of her was overshadowed by the sexuality that had been roused in her. It felt good to be doing this, good in a way she never expected to feel, and she didn't want to lose that feeling. 

She was indulging her newly discovered sexual appetite and for the most part felt safe about the way she was doing it. She felt she could talk to Ben about anything because he could talk about anything to her. She could consider and explore erotic desires she never would have thought about doing in real life. Like sucking a cock, something she had never done before but Ben seemed to enjoy the idea so much she enjoyed playing along and describing how she would suck Ben's. After a while she began to really wonder what it was like, if just the suggestion of doing it turned a guy on like it did with Ben, how much more rewarding would it be doing it for real? She began to think she really might like to try giving a real blowjob.

Ben reciprocated her talk of fellatio with generous talk of cunnilingus. The actions he depicted doing to her pussy with his mouth made her more than curious to truly feel a man's hot breath and warm wet tongue roaming over her pussy. She masturbated more intensely than ever before, no longer only thinking abstractly about being with someone, but now touching herself with vigor. That she communicated what she was doing with Ben made it all the more thrilling for her. 

Over the course of her association with Ben, Aileen discovered something about herself; she needed something more in her life. Her son would always reign supreme in her life, but he was almost grown up now and starting to make a life of his own. Since Colin didn't seem to need her as much anymore, why couldn't she find someone else to share time with? She wanted a relationship, someone to be with in actuality. She was developing deep feelings for Ben, but she was afraid that with him being so much younger than her, he wouldn't want to be with her in a real relationship. Also, they lived so far apart; she didn't know if she could handle a long distance relationship. But Ben had shown her that she wanted more out of life and she thought she wanted it with him. She felt herself growing closer and closer to him every day. She trusted him. She felt she could tell him anything. 

Before she had a chance to discuss these feelings with Ben, he once again did something that changed the course of their relationship. Maybe he was feeling that their affair was losing some of its spice which triggered him to say what he said. It was a Saturday night and they were chatting online as usual, but this time when their dialogue began to get more amorous, he made a drastic suggestion.

 Bender069: How do you feel about role playing?

IrishRose36: What do you mean?

Bender069: You know...Pretending we were other people when we cybered.

IrishRose36: What roles do you have in mind?

Bender069: Promise you won't get mad at me?

IrishRose36: Of course I won't, you know you can tell me anything.

Bender069: Ok...what if we pretended we were mother and son? 

Aileen just stared at the computer screen for a couple minutes not knowing how to respond. She supposed she should have been repulsed, but she wasn't. She was definitely stunned, but after all she and Ben had done together the idea of pretending to do something so forbidden was...exciting. Aileen felt a warm gush spread through her and goose bumps pop up on her arms. Her pussy had become wet just like the first night when they began to have cyber sex. Before she could respond to him though, Ben typed something else.

Bender069: I'm sorry, forget what I said, it was just a thought.

IrishRose36: No, wait. Um...how would we go about it? 

Ben began to set up an elaborate scenario involving a mother and son being sexually attracted to each other. Aileen took her cues from Ben, and in no time they had fallen into their roles as pretend mother and son playing off each other in more and more explicit manners. The deeper Aileen got into her role, the more her pussy dripped at the idea of it. By the time they actually got to the describing of having sex as mother and son, Aileen was three fingers deep in her sopping wet cunt drawing in and out of herself like a madwoman. She climaxed and let out a dramatic moan. It was incredible! She was flabbergasted that the concept had turned her on so.

Aileen had never in her life imagined what it would be like to have an incestuous relationship, or if she did she was repulsed by it, but now she was turned on by it, at least in theory. She assured herself it wasn't like she actually desired an incestuous relationship with her own son; she was just excited by the fantasy of a hypothetical mother/son tryst. There was something about the idea of it that pushed all the right buttons in her. It was just so naughty, but at the same time the trust and security she felt with Ben, that whatever they did would stay between them, made her feel adventurous and extremely aroused. But there was something more to it as well, something she couldn't conceptualize at that moment. 

All the while these thoughts were running through her mind, Aileen was casually running her hand over body in the comfortable aftermath of her orgasm. Her hand was lingering over her breasts and playing with her still erect nipples when she heard the lock at the front door click open. She grabbed for her robe in haste and scrambled to cover herself up. She managed to make herself decent enough by the time her son had come through the door and noticed her at the computer.

"Hi, Mom," Colin said.

"Colin, I didn't expect you home so early!" Aileen said as her heart raced from almost being caught in a very unseemly state. Her face felt flushed and she hoped Colin didn't notice if she was blushing.

It didn't look as if he did. Colin shrugged in an indifferent manner and said, "Sheryl said she had some things to do tonight, so I decided to just come home. I guess I could use the opportunity to catch up on some schoolwork."

"That's a good idea. You don't want to get behind now that you're in your senior year." Aileen said trying to sound like she was having a normal conversation.

"True," Colin agreed. "So what have you been up to mom?"




A Matter of Trust



Lauren sat alone at the table nursing an espresso. Jason had got up to go and find some cognac for them at least ten minutes ago, and she didn't know what could be keeping him. The balcony in his apartment had the most fantastic view of the river, so for the majority of the time she had been kept entertained by the various traffic passing by on the water and footpath running alongside it. It was a beautiful summer's evening and Jason had surpassed himself in the kitchen, serving up seared scallops with pancetta to start, pan fried sea bass with chorizo and creamy mash, and to top it off, her favourite, tiramisu, all accompanied by a selection of fine wine.

This was the second time he had cooked for Lauren at home, which she considered quite impressive given that they had only been seeing each other for just under two months. It was also the first time that he had let her spend time alone in the apartment. He had expected to be leaving the office around 7.30 as he was putting the finishing touches to a presentation that was needed for first thing next week. Getting it done on Friday night meant not having to worry about it over the weekend.

Lauren, on the other hand, had finished at four, as her PR company let people head off a little early on Friday afternoons during the summer. 'Why not let me get to your place early and get the table laid, and make myself beautiful, so I can be waiting for you when you get home?' she had suggested. He had quite liked that idea apparently, so had given her the keycodes to get through the security doors, and had told the building's reception staff to expect her arriving early without him.

She had got in just after five, run herself a nice deep hot bath, sorted out the table on the balcony, poured herself a cold glass of champagne and jumped in the tub. She had felt quite horny, what with the hot water and delicious fizz, and had soaped herself all over quite fastidiously, her fingers not overlooking any nook or cranny.

After the bath she stood in front of one of the many full length mirrors in his bedroom (he had one whole wall of mirrored wardrobe doors, plus large mirrors on two of the other walls) and creamed herself all over with scented body lotion, watching herself as her hands lifted her smallish but beautifully pert and perky breasts, spread down over her flat, toned tummy, and down her slender legs. Last but definitely not least she spread the buttocks of her round, tight ass, her best feature in her opinion, one which most of her lovers had agreed with.

Suitably cleansed and creamed, she slipped on a brand new black lace teddy that she hoped Jason would enjoy peeling off her later that evening, together with sheer hold up stockings that she knew he'd want her to keep on. The teddy was virtually backless, as was the little black dress she put on over the top. Finally, she stepped into a pair of black court shoes with ankle straps and five inch heels, which would still leave her a good four inches shorter than the six foot one Jason. With hair and makeup done, she was ready to give him a warm sexy welcome when he got home from a hard day's work. She was also hoping that the experience of being met by a horny, sexy-looking little firecracker, and having his brains fucked out later that evening, would be a step towards persuading him to forsake his bachelor life and invite Lauren to come live with him on a permanent basis.

Jason was officially a catch. Tall, fit body, great hair, amazing teeth, he was a proper hunk. Great job in events management, which meant both a good salary and great party invites. This apartment, which with the city location and awesome views, she just loved. And to top it all, he had a magnificent dick, and he knew how to use it.

So, as they neared the end of the meal, she had been planning a little show for him. Sit him in his favourite designer leather chair, glass of cognac in one hand, she would do a little dance routine she'd been practicing at home, slowly peeling off the dress, then grind and gyrate and shake her tight round ass for him in that painfully skimpy and revealing lace teddy, giving him a lap dance better than any he could hope to enjoy in one of the club's she knew he liked to go to with his mates after work. Because, during this dance he would be allowed, encouraged even, to get his cock out and play with it, and at the end of the dance that cock would enjoy her full attention. Sexy but classy was how she liked it, and was pretty sure Jason felt the same.

It had all been going perfectly well up until the search for the cognac. He had been knocked back by his welcome, a long hard kiss and hand on his cock through his trousers before he'd even got the door closed. The look on his face when she did a twirl for him told her he loved her outfit. During the meal he was attentive and very tactile. He told she looked stunning, he held her hand across the table on several occasions, stroked her arm as he cleared up plates or served up, and even bent to kiss her sensuously on her shoulder at one point. But since he'd disappeared for the after dinner drinks she had started to feel distinctly neglected.

Suddenly he burst back into the living room. "What were you doing here before I got home?" he asked. She sensed in his tone that he wasn't happy.

"Making myself soft and silky smooth for you, darling" she said, crossing her legs with a 'swoosh' of her stockings as proof.

"Is that all?"

"Why, of course," she smiled and reached out her hand, inviting him to join her on the balcony. She wanted to get the romantic evening back on track.

"Which rooms did you go in?" He was staring at her intently. He couldn't have missed her invite, he clearly wasn't interested at the moment.

"Well most of them. The bathroom mainly, your bedroom briefly, just to dress in your big mirror, the kitchen and living room to get things to lay the table. Why, what's wrong sweetie?"

"You didn't go in my study at all then?" He was ignoring most of what she said and did at the moment.

"No. No I don't think I went in there."

He walked out onto the balcony, but walked straight past her and put his hands on the railing, looking out over the river. The sun was starting to disappear.

"Is there anything wrong darling?" She wasn't sure how, but somehow the romantic evening seemed to have come to an end.

"Trust."

"Sorry pumpkin, you've lost me."

"A relationship. It depends on trust to survive."

"Yes. Of course."

"But can I trust you?" He turned round to look at her.

"You're being silly. Of course you can."

"So...did you go into my study earlier?"

"No, I told you. I didn't."

"Ok. Ok." He put his hands together at his mouth as if in prayer, and took a deep breath. He was clearly thinking something through.

He walked past her into the living room, turned back towards her and held out his hand. "Come with me."

Taking his hand she allowed him to lead her into the study.

He had a cool glass and metal desk that looked out through a window over the river. A MacBook sat open on in. On the wall behind it were rows of shelves, with books, pictures of family and friends, and, entirely covering one of the shelves, were trophies from Jason's past sporting career. Awards for rugby, cricket, judo, and fencing from when he was around seven up until just a few years ago. Lauren had been fascinated by them when she had popped into his study earlier. She had picked several up to read the inscriptions. "Season's Best Player", "Most Runs", "Regional Champion", the list of accolades went on and on.

It was the awards that Jason was focusing on at the moment, rearranging them to exactly to exactly the position they had been in before her little inspection.

Oops. It looked like she'd been rumbled!

"Ok baby, I had a quick little peek at your trophies. I guess I'm just an inquisitive little monkey. Do you forgive me?" she said with a coquettish giggle.

He still seemed to be ignoring most of what she said.

"So. I trusted you. You let me down," his voice sounded disappointed rather than angry. "I specifically said not to look in my study. It's my private place."

It was true, he had said that, but of course it just served to make his study sound even more intriguing.

How could such a perfect evening have turned so crap?

"I'm sorry pumpkin. My curiosity got the better of me. What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Show me that you trust me."

"Yes of course!!" She was delighted that all this could be resolved so easily.

He opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Ok. Then put your hands behind your back."

Now, Lauren had never been tied up before, but a few of her friends had, and had thoroughly recommended it to her. So, had Jason produced a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs halfway through a romp on the bed, and proposed he shackle her to the bedhead to spice things up a little, she would have squealed with delight.

But this situation couldn't have been more different. Any sense of playfulness had disappeared a while ago. And those cuffs. Well, pink and fluffy they most certainly were not. A pair of leather wrist bands with buckles and a chain hanging between them. They looked ominous and Lauren reckoned they belonged more in a dungeon than the bedroom.

"What...what have you got in mind, baby?"

"I said trust me." A smile would have helped her do that. But he looked so terribly serious. She was in half a mind to tell him that maybe they should forget about the rest of the evening, call it a night. But he seemed quite intent on this show of trust, and she suspected that if she refused then that would be it. No more lovely apartment.

So she turned and put her hands together behind her back just as he had asked. She felt one wrist being enclosed in a leather cuff, felt it being tightened. She felt him take the other hand, then he paused. Suddenly she felt the straps of her dress being lifted from her shoulders. The dress slipped down and off her arms. The other wrist was cuffed. He pulled at the dress and it slipped over her hips and fell to the floor around her feet.

She tested the cuffs, pulling her hands away from each other. The chain tightened and stopped her hands abruptly when they were about a foot apart. She moved her hands back together, feeling the links in the now loose chain with her fingers. She could feel her pussy getting wet, dampening the crotch of her lace teddy,

She heard the drawer desk being opened and closed again, and turned to see him holding something else in his hands, black and soft. He held the blindfold up in front of him with two hands, and raised his eyebrows, asking a question. She was enjoying the feel of the handcuffs, so she nodded.

He slipped the blindfold over her head, making sure it was tight enough and covered her eyes totally. He's done this before, she thought. As if to test that she couldn't see anything, he quickly pulled her teddy down over her pert breasts and squeezed both of her nipples at the same time, twisting and pulling them. It was no harder than he knew she liked, but normally the attention who be accompanied by kissing or necking. The fact that she was just standing stock still in the middle of the room made it seem somehow a little more brutal. He played with her nipples, sucking and biting and twisting them, before tucking her breasts back in the teddy.

She felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her. She turned more than three hundred and sixty degrees, she was sure, so lost her bearings and wasn't entirely sure where they were going as he led her by holding her arm.

It was difficult walking in the high heels, blind, with her hands behind her back affecting her balance. He slowed, she realised to enable her to negotiate a change of terrain, carpet giving way to stone flooring. The slight change in temperature and the breeze in her face told her it was the balcony. What were they doing back out here?

His hand let go of her arm and he moved away. She could hear voices below on the footpath and the sound of a boat chugging its way along the river.

He touched her shoulders from behind, and whispered, "Everything all right? Still trust me?"

"Yes...and yes," she managed a smile which she was proud of given the circumstances, but then realised he probably couldn't see her as he was standing behind her.

"Then tell me you want to be my little slut," he said plainly.

"I want...I want to be your little slut." She felt a bit silly saying the words.

"Louder."

"I want to be your little slut," she was still keeping her voice low, aware that they were outside.

"Again. Louder."

"There are people down there. They'll hear me."

"So what if they do. They can't see you. They'll have no idea who it is saying it."

"But..."

"Trust me."

"I want to be your little slut."

"Good. Now tell me that your cunt is mine."

The 'C' word had never had a part in their relationship before. She'd never heard him say it. She wasn't a prude, but she very seldom used it herself.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Just say it."

"My cunt is yours." She knew the moment she uttered the words that it wasn't loud enough.

"Louder. And both together."

"I want to be your little slut. My cunt is yours." No way the people down below hadn't heard her. She imagined them looking up at the balcony. She felt her pussy oozing into the crotch of her teddy, which was soaking.

"Good girl." He kissed her neck, reached round and played with her nipples through the lace, teasing them until they were rock hard again. Then took her arm again. Into the living room, he was careful not to hurry, and she trusted him to stop her falling. A door opened and she guessed they were going into the bedroom.

They kept walking slowly until her knees bumped gently into something solid but soft. Must be the bed.

"Come on," he said as he helped her up onto the bed. Once on it, she shuffled forward a little on her knees, then lost her balance and fell over onto her side. She lay there, her knees slightly curled up, for a few moments.

"Jason?"

No reply. She waited a few moments more.

"Jason. Where have you gone?" She was starting to feel slightly nervous. Why had he disappeared to all of a sudden?

"I told you, trust me," he said as she felt his body get onto the bed. Where had he been?

He prized her legs apart, kissing his way along the inside of her stockinged thighs, up towards her pussy. She began to relax. She had started to fear weird stuff happening, but this felt like good old Jason busying himself away between her thighs. Her teddy had two poppers on the crotch, and he pulled these apart and set about licking her pussy, sucking on her clit, thrusting his powerful tongue deep inside her. She had to admit that much of the handcuffs and blindfold experience she had found very erotic and her pussy was awash with her juices and dying to be licked, and she was doing her best, given her bonds, to push her crotch into his face. 

As his tongue snaked its way in between her swollen lips, he paused to dribble some saliva down between them. It trickled down, mixed with her pussy juices, between her ass cheeks and as it reached her tight asshole he used the sticky fluid as a lubricant to slide his middle finger deep inside her. Lauren gasped. Jason had never fingered her ass before. She was no anal virgin, having had a previous boyfriend who was very keen on fucking her in the ass, but it had been a while since she'd had a cock up there.

Jason was really going to town licking and fingering her now, licking and sucking and biting on her clit, making his tongue hard and fucking her pussy with it. Her juices were flowing down from her pussy into her ass crack, and soon he had two, then three, fingers fucking her butt. Lauren was moaning and writhing against his hand and face, she was dying to come.

His fingers disappeared from her ass and she let out a little groan of disappointment. But almost immediately she sensed what felt like his cock pressing against her wet asshole. But as it nudged its way in she realised it wasn't his cock. Whilst it was a similar size and shape, it felt different somehow. Then she realised why it wasn't hot like his cock. Instead it was cool, almost cold. He must be using a dildo or vibrator on her. Yet another new angle on this eventful evening.

He began to fuck her ass slowly but purposefully with this new unknown toy, licking away at her pussy and sucking on her clit as he did so, and soon it was sliding in easily. Lauren was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the dildoing.

Then all of a sudden the fucking of her ass stopped. But the toy stayed lodged inside her. She was squirming against it, trying to get it further inside her, then she felt it bending slightly, stretching the muscles of her ass as it did so. What on earth was he doing? He had said to trust him, and so far things had worked out pretty well. So she relaxed.

What's this? She felt a similar cock-shaped toy pushing into her pussy. She tried desperately to think what it could be, running through the catalogue in her mind of all the sex toys she had ever seen, either in real life or on websites. The only thing that made sense from what she was feeling was one of those double ended rubber dildoes that lesbians use. My God! Was Jason using one to double penetrate her!?

Before long, both ends of whatever it was were firmly wedged inside her. He was pushing the middle of the toy gently but firmly to keep it in place, as the tightness of both her holes pushed against it. Then she felt him pulling the teddy crotch tight over the toy and heard him pressing the poppers together. The teddy was holding the dildo in place, both ends being pressed into her by it. It was a fantastic feeling being so full in both holes, and yet incredibly frustrating, as neither end was sliding in and out as she was dying for them to do so.

She felt Jason shifting on the bed again. His work done with the dildo, he no longer had to hold it in place. Then she felt his hands lifting her head, and his cock, its knob slick with precum, pushing at her lips. She opened her mouth to take him in.

"Mmmm...that's it my filthy little slut. Your cunt and ass are both mine. Now I want your mouth too. Take as much in as you can in." His breathing was heavy and she could tell he was turned on. So she did as he asked.

As she felt herself gagging slightly on his big cock, she realised that every one of her holes was now stuffed full. Her pelvis was going mad, gyrating frantically trying to fuck herself properly with that big dildo, as his cock started to slide in and out of her open mouth.

"You look amazing...so fucking beautiful," he panted. It was similar to the compliments he'd paid her at dinner, only this one was full of lust and sweat. "Do you want to see?"

All she could do under the circumstances was nod her head.

"Come on then my beautiful little slut."

The inclusion of the 'beautiful' made being called a slut so much more exciting, she felt even more turned on, and willing to go wherever he was taking her. He led her, still cuffed and blindfolded, off the bed, but told her almost immediately to kneel. She did so carefully, with him holding her. The dildo lodged in her ass and cunt was pulling and stretching and pushing in all directions. It was exquisite torture.

Once she was kneeling, she felt his hard, hot cock brush against her cheek. Then his knob pressing against her lips. Again, she opened her mouth to take him in, but he began teasing her, rubbing his knob all over her face, trailing it across her open mouth as he did so. Then his cock was gone.

"I want to watch you suck my cock like this with the blindfold on a little longer. Then you can see, I promise."

Urgently wanting to see what she looked like, kneeling there in sexy underwear and handcuffs sucking his big cock, her open mouth searched for his cock, and finally her extended tongue located it and she felt her way along it, working out where the knob was, taking it in her mouth. He moaned as she took it deep inside her mouth, licking on the shaft, making it slippery with her saliva and his pre-cum, so it kept slipping out and she had to hunting for it again with her expectant mouth. His moans told her she could expect the blindfold of soon, or maybe a face full of cum if he didn't get that far




A Matter of Trust



Suddenly she felt his hands on her face, lifting the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked as her eyes got accustomed to the light, and then turned her eyes to the right to see their reflection in the wall of mirrors, his cock deep in her mouth. She looked like a total whore.

"You see, I told you. You look beautiful!" He was beaming.

She looked like a whore and she loved it. She loved it when his cock, dripping now with spit and cock juice mingled together, slipped out of her mouth and she watched herself desperately trying to get it back in her mouth without the use of her hands. Loved watching it disappear in her mouth as she deep-throated him. Loved watching the pre cum-spittle hanging from her chin.

"Open your mouth and close your eyes," he said after a good ten minutes of messy cock sucking, "I have a surprise for you."

"Another surprise?!" She wasn't sure she could take many more.

"Tr..."

"I do, I do trust you," she smiled and closed her eyes.

"Put your tongue out."

She stuck her tongue out as far as it would reach from her open mouth.

She felt his knob resting on her tongue. Which was nice, but she was expecting something else. Nothing. Then she felt something. Something sweet on her taste buds along with his salty cock. Chocolate! He pushed his cock into her mouth and suddenly it was full of salty cock and sticky, sweet chocolate sauce.

"Go on, open them."

She looked over in the mirror to see her face looking back at her, covered in sticky smears of chocolate, and the pre cum-spittle turning brown as it dripped off her chin.

She bobbed her head back and forth, sliding her lips up and down his slippery, sticky brown-streaked shaft, slipping over his knob, trying to make him cum. She so wanted to have him empty his balls all over her face. She could see from his face that he was close.

She forgot the rubber cocks in her ass and cunt for the moment, just concentrating on his pleasure. Suddenly he groaned and his cock started jerking. The first jet hit the back of her throat, the shock made her let his cock slip from her mouth, and the second and third sticky strings of cum land across her face. Her mouth went back over his knob and she felt the rest of his cum pump gently, rhythmically, into her mouth. As his cock slipped out, she swallowed what she had in her mouth and looked at the dirty slut in the mirror, cum all over her face, a gooey mixture of fluids hanging off her chin and dripping down onto her tits.

She knew from past experience that that big cock of his would be raring to go again pretty soon. She just wanted him to throw her on the bed, handcuffed and covered in cum, pull out that dildo and fuck her hard in both her wet holes.

Jason was clearly into dirty slutty rather than classy sexy. Ok, she thought, if I have to behave like a total fucking whore to snare this guy, and this apartment, then I will, trust me!!



A Matter Of Trust



Aileen felt even more flushed than before. "Uhhh...just playing on the computer." She said. Did her voice sound higher than usual? If so, it seemed Colin still hadn't picked up on anything being unusual. 

"You and your card games," Colin said laughing. "Since I'm home early, if you feel like playing with a real person I could play a couple hands of something. I know we haven't had much time together lately..."

"No, sweetie, that's all right, I'm fine. School's more important anyway, so you go take care of that. But thank you for the thought."

"I suppose you're right. Well, 'night Ma, in case I don't see you till tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Darling." Aileen said and Colin went off to his room.

Aileen let out a sigh of relief when she heard Colin's door close. Then a potent feeling of guilt racked through her. What would her son think of her if he had known what she had been doing? 

She turned back to the computer screen. Ben had tried to instant message her several times wondering what was going on since she went silent. She responded to his queries informing him she was all right, she just had been distracted for a few moments. She told him she needed to take a shower and then would probably turn in for the night. She would be back at another time.

Aileen signed off from the computer and then headed for the bathroom. Once there she turned on the hot water of the shower. She took off her robe and then her panties, when the bathroom started to steam up from the water she stepped into the shower. The nights were starting to get a little bit cold and there had been a chill in the air. Aileen hadn't realized how cold she was until she got under the hot water. It felt so good to feel the warmth seep into her body all the way to her bones.

Aileen replayed the events of the night in her mind while the water beat down on her melting the tension out of her body. How could she have gone along with Ben's scenario, and worse how could she have enjoyed it? Was she perverted? Maybe she was. A couple of months ago she would have thought just having cyber sex was perverted, but now she thought of that as an acceptable thing for two people who were close to each other to do. But pretending to be mother and son...that was taking it too far. She shouldn't have done that and she wouldn't do it again. But even as she made that resolution, another part of her mind drifted back to how it felt, how it felt to be imagining a son so in love with his mother that he desired her sexually. As she thought of this her hands began moving over her body. She massaged her breasts, her nipples were hard again, and she gently pulled and rubbed her fingers over them as water fountained down on her tits. 

She imagined how truly devoted a son could be to his mother, the safety, security, and love she must feel knowing what he wanted most was to please her. Aileen's hand found its way to her crotch and began touching it. She discovered her clit protruding and craving to be touched. Aileen condemned herself for being a weak and depraved woman but was too far gone to stop now. She fingered her cunt in a frenzied fashion, her digits repeatedly going in and out lubricated by the shower water and her own juices. Then she turned on the hand held spray and set it to pulsate, she positioned the spray between her legs. The pulsating water hit directly on her clit and Aileen rolled her eyes back in ecstasy. For the second time that evening she had a powerful orgasm.

Clean, dry, and dressed in her nightgown, Aileen lay curled up in bed, but her thoughts were too troubled to sleep. Guilt still plagued her for what she had done. She couldn't get over feeling ashamed that she had done something wrong, but what was worse was the shame she felt for enjoying it. Every time she went over what happened too thoroughly she started feeling horny again, which inevitably brought on more guilt. After going through this cycle for about the hundredth time, she finally felt merciful sleep coming on. One of the final thoughts she remembered before drifting off into a troubled slumber was that maybe talking this over with Ben would help. It was a comforting thought that at least she wasn't alone, that she had someone she could share her concerns with. 

* * *

The next day Aileen talked to Ben online about the concerns she had.

Bender069: Don't worry about it, we are not doing anything wrong. We are both adults and whatever we talk about or do with each other is no one else's business. If we both get enjoyment out of pretending to be mother and son in a sexual relationship, what harm is it to anyone else as long as it stays between us?

IrishRose36: I suppose you're right.

Ben was really only echoing Aileen's own thoughts when she tried to rationalize what they had done, but it did alleviate some of her guilt seeing him confirm those thoughts.

IrishRose36: But still, I know legally you're an adult but you're only twenty-two. I'm fourteen years older than you, I feel I should be more responsible. Maybe it is wrong to be encouraging you. 

Bender069: LOL I assure you, I'm old enough to be responsible for my own actions and I love the fact that you are older than me. I've always found mature women attractive and I used to fantasize about them before I met you. Now your beauty is all I fantasize about. I don't believe a woman can be truly beautiful until she is at least thirty.

Aileen didn't know whether to feel complimented that Ben thought she was beautiful, or insulted that he acknowledged she was over thirty. She supposed that since she brought up their ages, she couldn't really blame him for commenting on it. He had done his best to say he liked that she was older, but it still irked her some that he recognized it. However, with Ben she had found that she couldn't stay even slightly angry with him for long. Talking to him was intoxicating and she soon realized that she wanted to do anything to please him.

Eventually their conversation came back to mother/son role playing. Ben wanted to do more of it, and even though she still felt conscience-stricken about it, she couldn't refuse him and she really couldn't refuse herself. Her biggest concern was would she be hurting Colin in any way by engaging in this activity and she told herself that as long as he never found out about it, it wouldn't hurt him. Aileen and Ben had a secret. She felt guilty and ashamed because of this secret, but also deliciously naughty. It would remain a secret and she would continue to indulge herself because it felt so good.

For the next few weeks they got deeper and deeper into their role playing game and Aileen was astonished at how she hungered for more and more of the fantasy. Ben began directing her to websites that featured erotic incestuous stories. They always focused on the mother and son stories and read them together. The stories aroused Aileen like nothing had before. She became addicted to reading those stories and now that she knew where the sites were that had them she would go and read them even when Ben was not online. There was something about the idea of a mother and son; it didn't seem obscene if they loved each other, their love seemed pure. There was something else about it too, something she couldn't describe, but it made her hunger for these stories. She was hornier than ever and masturbating as often as a teenage boy

Aileen was beginning to think that maybe this was all she needed. She had Ben through the internet and the secret they shared. Maybe that was all the relationship she needed to keep her satisfied. She still had Colin for actual human companionship, and his time actually seemed to be freeing up. Sheryl had a new job at the video store and the hours she worked were different from the hours Colin worked at his part time job, helping out at his Uncle Pat's pub. Colin and Sheryl were seeing less of each other but still managed to go out one weekend night a week, so those were the nights Aileen would spend on the computer with Ben. So Aileen found herself with two young men in her life eager to have her company and she was happier than she had been in a long time. 

* * *

The last Monday in October was Colin's eighteenth birthday. Aileen threw a big party for him and invited all his friends, family, and Sheryl. It was a wonderful party and she thought Colin was really pleased with it, but Aileen knew that what her son was really itching for was a night out on the town to celebrate this milestone. Colin was a responsible boy, which allowed Aileen to give him a certain amount of freedom, but even though he was now eighteen, she didn't want to give him carte blanche. He still had school in the morning. She made Colin promise to at least wait until Friday to go out partying, and not to get too wild. Colin acquiesced to her wishes with a quirky grin but Aileen trusted him, he wouldn't do anything that would really disappoint her

In addition to it being Colin's first Friday night as an eighteen-year-old, it was also Halloween. Colin was out with Sheryl and Aileen knew he wouldn't be in until late, so she devoted that night to being with Ben. Once she knew the trick-or-treaters were done for the night, she got into some intense mother/son role playing cybering with Ben. 

Suddenly, in the middle of the session, right when Aileen was getting the most aroused, Ben stopped typing. It still indicated on the computer that he was online, but he wasn't responding.

IrishRose36: Ben, are you there? 

Aileen typed, but there was no answer. Then she typed,

IrishRose36: Ben, are you ok? Please answer me! 

Still no answer. She waited for ten minutes and finally she got a reply.

Bender069: Ben won't be talking to you anymore. 

Aileen was totally confused.

IrishRose36: What?

Bender069: You heard me you perverted bitch, go find your own fucking man!

IrishRose36: Ben, what's going on? You're scaring me!

Bender069: What are you stupid as well as twisted? This isn't Ben, this is his wife! 

Aileen felt her heart fall into her stomach. Was this some cruel Halloween trick?

IrishRose36: Wife? He never told me he was married. I didn't know.

Bender069: We've been married for fifteen years!

IrishRose36: Fifteen years? He told me he was 22!

Bender069: He's 43, now fuck off you home wrecking slut! 

Aileen was stunned, she didn't know what to feel. Hurt? Anger? Fear? Despair? Her emotions seemed to be swirling around in a big ball in her stomach fighting for dominance. Aileen rushed to the bathroom where she promptly lost everything she had eaten that day. It felt like she lost everything she had eaten in her life, plus a whole lot more.

After cleaning herself up, Aileen went back to the computer. The last message from Ben's wife was still on the screen staring at her. With tears in her eyes she shut the machine down. She then made her way to her bedroom and shut the door tight. She collapsed onto her bed, buried her face in her pillow, and let out the sobs that had been building up in her. How could she have been so stupid after all that had happened to her? All she ever heard was don't trust anyone you meet on the internet, they could be anybody, and what did she do? She foolishly got involved with a man and believed he was who he said he was. She trusted him, she let him see a side of her that even she was hardly aware of, and he betrayed her. How many times would she have to be betrayed by people she cared about before she finally learned her lesson not to trust anyone? Aileen continued to deliver sobs of anguish into her now soaking wet pillow. She cried until she exhausted herself and finally fell asleep.

CHAPTER 2: INTERLUDE OF A PROMISE

She was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. Her bleary eyes focused on the clock on her night stand. It was past two o'clock in the morning. Who could be calling at this hour? Aileen thought she knew. She picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?" 

"Aileen, it's me." Why did I have to give him my phone number? she thought.

"Ben, what do you want?"

"I want to explain..."

"Are you really married?"

"Yes."

"Are you really forty-three?"

"Yes."

"Then what is there to explain? You lied to me."

"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I was going to tell you the truth, I never meant for you to find out this way, I'm so sorry. My wife caught me while I was talking to you and saw what we were writing..." Aileen thought she was going to be sick again, a total stranger had been reading her most intimate thoughts. But wasn't Ben a stranger too? He might as well have been for all she thought she knew him. Anger was burning in her now.

"When were you going to tell me? After I had told you every deepest darkest secret I have and you were still pretending to be twenty-two years old and single?"

"I was going to tell you, I swear I was! 

"Why did you lie to me, Ben? I was totally honest with you."

"We had something special, you and me, I was afraid to lose you. I thought I would if you knew the truth. Things aren't working out well between me and my wife...I'm going to leave her."

"Why couldn't you have been upfront from the beginning?"

"I'm sorry, sometimes I like to pretend I'm a young guy online, then we met and things were going so well and I just thought it would be better for you to accept the fantasy if you thought I was younger..."

"You preyed on me from the start, didn't you? You had it in you're head to find some lonely old woman, befriend her, then slowly get her involved with your sick fantasies! You played me for a fool!"

"Aileen, you enjoyed it too..."

"Your wife wasn't into that kind of stuff; was she? Or maybe you just can't satisfy a woman in real life? So you found me, and I trusted you, you bastard! You know how hard it was for me to do that! I trusted you and you betrayed me!"

"Now wait a god-damned fucking minute! I have to take this shit from my wife, but I'm not going to take it from both..."

"Fuck you, Ben!" Aileen hung up on him. Her eyes, sore from her previous crying, began to burn as tears started to swell in them anew. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Mom, are you okay?" Colin's voice came from the other side of the door. Aileen swallowed a couple times to steady her voice before answering him.

"Yes, Sweetie, I'm fine." She called to him. "Did you just get in?"

"Yeah, about twenty minutes ago. I was just having a bowl of cereal before bed when the phone rang. Who was calling at two in the morning?" 

"Just a wrong number,"

"You sure you are okay Mom? I thought I heard you yelling at someone?"

"It was an obscene caller, don't worry about it Honey, I took care of it."

"Maybe we should report him Mom?"

"Don't worry. He's not going to bother us again. Go to sleep Dear." Aileen almost managed not to sound choked up when she said that, and it was true, Ben would not be bothering her ever again!

"Okay Ma, good night then," Colin said through the door.

"Good night Honey." 

Aileen thought Colin had left, but then she heard him say, "Mom?"

"Yes, Dear?"

"I love you." 

Oh thank God for you, my precious, darling boy! Aileen thought to herself as tears coursed down her face. She didn't realize how desperately she needed to hear those words until this moment.

Once again she swallowed to gain some control of her voice, then answered him, "I love you too sweet baby."

"Night Ma,"

"Night Honey." Once she was sure Colin had actually gone to bed this time, Aileen flung herself back down on the bed. Oh, Colin, I pray you never find out what a fool I was! She thought to herself. She didn't know if she would be able to stand it if her son knew she had gotten into another bad relationship. What was wrong with her that she kept falling in love with men who hurt her? She knew there were good men in the world, Colin was proof of that. Look at tonight, if there was any night where he could possibly think he had an excuse to get into some trouble, it was tonight, but here he was home safe and sound, just like he promised he would be. She could always trust him. Aileen had no delusions either that it was due to her parenting that made Colin that way. She tried her best to raise her child right but she knew she made mistakes, but still Colin had grown naturally into the kind of man that gave her faith in the decency of the human race. 

Why couldn't she find a man like Colin, someone who was kind, gentle, and trustworthy? She was just beginning to come to a place where she thought she could trust a man in her life again, her old wounds felt like they had finally healed, but Ben had deceived her and ripped them open again. Now it hurt worse than ever and she didn't think she could ever trust another man again. Aileen wept silently as memories of her past resurfaced from the depths of her mind, her new pain clearing a pathway for her old pain to return. 

It began with her parents. Her father beat her severely when she was growing up; sometimes for no reason she could understand at all. Her mother never confronted her father about it, even when her father was in the worst of his rages she would still stand by and do nothing to stop him. Sometimes it felt as if her mother's noninterference hurt more than her father's beatings. She grew up in constant fear that she would be assaulted at anytime, and in emotional turmoil that maybe somehow she deserved it. Why else would she be beat like that, if it wasn't for doing something wrong? Her father beat her and her mom let him because they loved her; that had to be it. It scared her that sometimes she didn't even know what it was she had done wrong to deserve a beating, she had thought if she couldn't tell right for wrong, she must indeed be a bad person. 

Her brother, Patrick, wasn't much better when they were growing up. He received his fair share of beatings too. You would think that having a common fear would have made them closer, but Patrick hadn't been there for her. He never paid her much notice except when he wanted to tease her, and when he did that it wasn't a playful teasing, it was cruel and relentless. She recalled one incident when her brother found her secret stash of romance magazines. Patrick gleefully reported to their father that she had "dirty magazines" in her room. They weren't really even dirty magazines; they just had stories in them about people falling in love. But that didn't stop her father from giving her one of the worst beatings of her life and then throwing out the magazines afterward. 

He had taken his belt and whipped her repeatedly using the buckle. She was stung and cut and battered, she thought the pain would never end. Aileen cried and screamed until her voice was ragged and her tear ducts were depleted and still the lashes came. She was sore for weeks after that. She had welts and black and blue marks all down her backside and whenever someone made a sudden move, especially her father, she flinched, thinking another blow was about to come. 

Whenever Patrick saw her flinch, he snickered. He actually thought what had happened to her was funny. Adding further insult to injury, she had known for a while that her brother had magazines like Playboy and Penthouse hidden in his room, but she had never told on him and still wouldn't. What good would it have done if she told on Patrick? It would have just made him angry and want to get back at her for getting him in trouble, which would just result in her being hurt again. For Aileen, life was about surviving, she couldn't afford revenge.

By the time she was seventeen Patrick had left home and gotten married. Even if they were never that close as brother and sister, at least when Patrick was living at home he would sometimes draw some of their father's ire, but when it became just Aileen all his attention focused on her. It was a bad situation that kept on deteriorating and she had had enough of it. She had to get out of there. That was when she met Fred Martin. He was tall, strong, and good looking and she was flattered that he was interested in her. They began going out. He was so powerful he even intimidated her father, which completely awed Aileen. She felt she had found a protector and that was part of the reason she fell in love with him. In Fred she had thought she found her salvation.




A Matter Of Trust



Fred asked her to marry him and the day after she turned eighteen they were wed. Eight months later, Colin Martin was born. Aileen never spoke to her parents again. Six years later when she heard her mother died after being severely beaten by her father she grieved and felt guilty for leaving her with that man even though she never did anything to stop him when he was beating her. Her father had been sent to jail on the charge of manslaughter for murdering his wife and two years later that's where he died. When Aileen heard about his passing she felt nothing.

When she married Fred, he had taken her away from her parents and finally she felt she had freedom, but then she soon realized she had only traded one abusive captor for another. Fred liked to drink and when he got drunk he turned mean. The first time he struck her they had only been married a few weeks. They were having an argument and she said something flippant and he backhanded her across the face so hard he cut her lip and made it bleed. Then he apologized profusely and promised never to do it again and she forgave him. That began a familiar pattern for them, he would hit her and then apologize and she would always forgive him. He always blamed it on the drinking and always promised to quit and never hurt her again, but he never kept his promises and his beatings steadily grew worse and worse.

Life with Fred would have been just as miserable as it had been with her parents if it wasn't for one thing: Colin. Now she had her son and he was the sole reason she had any happiness in life. He was so sweet and gentle hearted, it made her own heart swell with pride and love every time she looked at him. He was her reason for living.

Colin was also part of the reason she stayed with Fred. She thought her boy needed his father. The other part of the reason she stayed with him was that she had accepted that this was just what love was. After all, her father had beaten her pretty bad and her mother had let him. Weren't parents supposed to love their kids? Fred said he loved her and he beat her as well. Aileen came to understand that the ones who loved you would hurt you sometimes. She took the abuse during those years because she thought she didn't deserve any better.

The thing that triggered Aileen to leave Fred was when he started his abuse on Colin. There had been times when Fred hit Colin before, but Aileen had convinced herself that he was only being a strong disciplinarian. Then the day came when he took things way too far. 

It was when Colin was eight years old. One day he was running around the house playing with a plastic water gun. He had squirted Aileen a few times and she reprimanded him for it but she could never get truly mad with Colin, he was just caught up in his play and Aileen had to admit it always gave her joy to see Colin in a happy mood, so she hadn't been too stern with him. That had been a mistake. 

Colin eventually found his father in the den watching a baseball game. Fred was drunk and his team was losing. Aileen arrived in the den just in time to see what Colin was about to do, but too late to stop him. In a playful manner Colin squirted his dad with the water gun. Fred was totally stunned for a moment when he felt the cool jet of water hit him. When he saw Colin with the water gun pointed at him, an impish grin on his face, Fred completely lost his temper. He shot out of his chair and charged toward his son. Colin, seeing the rage in his father's face, quickly switched from an expression of amusement to one of pure terror. Aileen understood what the look in her husband's eyes meant and she screamed at him to take a moment to calm down, that she would punish the boy, but Fred had lost control of his senses and he was too focused on Colin to even register that she was saying anything.

Aileen stepped in front of Colin but Fred just shoved her aside hard like she was nothing, so hard she fell to the floor. She lifted her head from the floor to get her son back into view and saw that he had backed up all the way against the far wall. He was futilely looking for a way to escape, but he had no where to run. Colin still had the water gun in his hand as his dad closed in on him, he brought the gun up and pointed it at his dad and resumed shooting him with water. It didn't look like Colin even knew what he was doing at that point, like it was some reflex making him do it. The water pistol was all he had to defend himself with and his finger locked on the trigger out of instinct not of his own volition. A continuous stream of water struck his father until the gun emptied of ammunition. All he had done was add more fuel to his father's rage.

Fred got to Colin, stripped the toy gun from his hand, and used it to hit Colin over the head. Fred struck his son hard and repeatedly. Colin tried to apologize through his screaming and crying, but Fred was furious and paid it no heed. Aileen rushed from the floor to once again try to rescue her child. She tried to pull Fred away from Colin but Fred turned and struck her forcefully right in the jaw with a closed fist. Aileen fell back to the floor and Fred continued laying massive wallops on Colin. 

Aileen was dazed for a moment, the pain in her jaw was intense, she tasted blood and she spat out two teeth. Then she once again looked at her son, his nose was bleeding, one eye was swollen shut, and he had stopped screaming. Fred was still hitting him though. Colin had surrendered to the assault. He had retreated within himself waiting for it to end one way or another. Seeing her son being hurt like that brought on a rage of her own from Aileen. She quickly got to her feet and tackled Fred screaming at him not to dare lay another hand on their son. Both of them fell to the floor. Now she was pounding Fred with her fists repeatedly, something had snapped in her mind and it seemed as if all the anger she had ever felt though never acknowledged was released and flowing through her. The pent up rage for all the times he had hurt her, for the times her father had hurt her, and most significantly, for what Fred had done to their son propelled her fury intensely onward. She screamed at Fred as she hit him, "NEVER! NEVER, NEVER, AGAIN!" 

All of a sudden Aileen was on her back and Fred was hovering over her and severe pain was emanating from her face, chest, and stomach. Fred had recovered from the stun of Aileen's attack, had managed to push her off, and now she was the object of his rage as he pummeled her. "You fucking bitch, I'll fucking kill you for that!" He shouted as he struck her. Aileen tried to fight back, tried blocking his punches, and tried to get in some more of her own, but Fred just overpowered her. He laid a particularly hard wallop to the side of her head and she blacked out.

She awoke what seemed only a few minutes later but Fred was gone. Aileen felt bruised and battered all over but her first thought was for Colin. She frantically looked around for him but instead of seeing her boy, she saw strangers in the room. As her eyes focused a bit more she saw they both were wearing dark blue clothes and then she saw their badges. The police were here, later she would find out that a neighbor had called them after hearing all the commotion coming from their home.

"Colin! My son! Where is he?" Aileen managed to get out through her voice that was hoarse from screaming. She tried to stand up, but was racked by a pain so intense she felt she would throw up. 

"Easy, ma'am," One of the police officers said as he put a hand gently on her shoulder to keep her from moving. "You've taken a pretty bad beating and the paramedics will be here to take you to the hospital in a moment. Your son is all ready on the way there."

Then paramedics came into the room with a stretcher, she must have blacked out again because the next thing she knew she was riding in the ambulance, then she lost consciousness for a third and final time and didn't wake up until the next morning.

She awoke feeling sore all over, but it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would, like the pain was being dulled and her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. She saw she was in a hospital bed and also that she had an I.V. tube running out of her arm. She assumed she must be on some medication for the pain.

There was someone in the room with her. When her eyes focused on him, she saw that it was Patrick. He was sitting in a chair beside her bed and smiling at her, but she could see concern in his eyes. It was still strange to see Patrick showing any kind of sympathy for her, but he had changed over the years, mostly thanks to Sarah, his wife. He seemed ashamed for the way things had been when they were kids and had apologized to her on several occasions for not being the older brother she needed, he seemed to be sincerely trying to redeem himself. Aileen had forgiven Patrick for the way he had been in the past and was proud of the way he changed, but she could never forget.

"Colin, where is he?" Aileen said. She couldn't believe how raspy her voice sounded. Patrick handed her a cup of water and patted her hand.

"He's all right, Leena" Patrick said. "He's in pediatrics, Sarah is with him. He took some rough treatment from that bastard, but the doctor said he would make a full recovery. He's a tough lad." 

Only then after finding out the condition of her son did Aileen allow herself to drink the water her brother had given her. The cool drink felt like liquid satin as it cooled her dry and raw throat. "I want to see him." Aileen said.

"You will, in time, but you need to do some healing of your own. That son of a bitch broke two of your ribs." Patrick said. "You will be fine as well, though you need to let yourself recover."

"I'm fine enough as it is now. He needs his mother. He needs to know I'm here for him." Aileen said with determination.

"I know, Leena, I know, but if you could just rest awhile..."

"Now, Pat, please!" Aileen said.

Patrick hesitated but finally he said, "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you, Pat." Aileen said.

Patrick nodded and made eye contact with her conveying he understood how badly she needed to be with her boy, and then left the room to track down her doctor. 

A few hours later, Aileen found herself being taken by wheelchair to the pediatrics ward to see Colin. It took a bit of cajoling with the doctors and nurses, but eventually they relented and told Aileen she could have a brief visit with her son. They had him in a private room, and as the orderly rolled her into it she immediately laid eyes on her son. Her heart broke as she looked upon him. She was wheeled right up to the side of his bed and she saw how bad the damage was. Aileen couldn't hold in the loud sob that escaped from her lips as she put her hand over her mouth. Tears started flowing down her cheeks. 

Sarah was still there with Colin. Sarah had always been a tactful and empathic person and without a word she placed her hand on Aileen's shoulder giving her a gentle squeeze of support then left so Aileen could be alone with her son. 

Colin was asleep. He looked so small and precious; that he was also covered in bruises and bandages was obscene. She forced herself to look at her son. The angry red and purple welts covering his face and arms, the swollen eyes and lip, the I.V. fluids hooked up to his arms sustaining his life, she took this all in and wept. She folded her arms over the guardrail of the bed, laid her head down on them, and wept like she had never wept before. How could someone do this to such an innocent little boy? How could she have let it happen?

The people who had been most influential to her in her life were running through her mind; her father, her mother, and Fred. They never once admitted that what they did was wrong and Aileen hadn't believed it was. If she was beaten, she had done something bad because it was somehow always her fault. She thought she deserved everything she got. Sometimes the ones who loved you had to hurt you. They had to show you how wrong you were and all you could do was try to be as good as you could be so they didn't feel the need to hurt you. Aileen had always believed that deep down, but now seeing Colin in this condition, the sweetest boy she had ever known with not one ounce of malice in his heart, seeing her son like this shook Aileen's beliefs to the core. 

How could a loved one do this? Colin didn't deserve what happened to him, and if he didn't deserve it, maybe she hadn't deserved it either. She felt betrayed. Betrayed by what she had been taught, betrayed by the people in her life who were supposed to have loved her, but instead had abused her. But more than that, she felt she in turn had betrayed Colin by letting this happen and, by far, that was the worst feeling she ever felt. It pierced her to the soul. She betrayed him just like her mother had betrayed her by letting her father beat her so badly. Now she understood. She understood what love really was. It wasn't a power trip and it wasn't acquiescence out of fear, it was tenderness, kindness, devotion, and above all else it was trust. Trust that the ones you love would never do anything to hurt you and were always looking after your best interests. Trust that the ones who loved you would always do their best to protect you no matter what the cost. Trust that you could feel safe with someone who loved you.

Aileen reached out and took Colin's tiny hand in her own. She looked at her son, bruised and broken. He would recover physically and at that moment she vowed he would recover emotionally as well. "I promise you Colin," Aileen whispered to the sleeping child, "I promise I will never ever let this happen again! I will always be there for you, to love you and cherish you. No matter what you will always have one person in the world that you can count on, someone who will fight to her last breath to keep you safe! Even if you never forgive me for allowing this to happen, I promise to always love you more than anyone else ever will. You are the one thing on this planet that I live for, you are the joy in my life, and I swear that I will never let another day go by without you feeling how special you are to me!"

After she and Colin had both recovered enough to be discharged from the hospital, Aileen divorced Fred and was able to get sole custody of their son. She changed her last name back to Reilly and she and Colin were granted a restraining order against Fred. He was brought up on charges for his assault on them and was sentenced to two years in prison, but he was out on parole in less than a year. 

The restraining order didn't stop Fred from coming into contact with Aileen and trying to win back her heart, but now Aileen's heart was totally devoted to her son and she would not tolerate Fred's attempts to charm his way back into their lives. When charm didn't work, Fred got mean, but luckily during that time Patrick and Sarah had opened their home to Aileen and Colin giving her a place to stay until she was able to get on her feet. When she had been married to Fred, they had always lived paycheck to paycheck, and after her divorce she found she had no means of supporting herself. Patrick, the brother who had once tormented her as a child, now became their provider and protector, and was very good at the job. Fred never got within ten feet of Aileen or Colin when Patrick was around. Whatever harm Patrick had done to her when they were kids he more than made up for now, he had become the friend and big brother to Aileen she always wished he would be. She and Colin owed him and Sarah so much for helping them through this time. 

When Aileen heard Fred had been killed in a car crash, she felt saddened that a man she had once loved was gone and that her son had to hear that his father had died, but more than anything she felt relieved. She was relieved that Fred had not taken out anyone with him when he went—he had been driving drunk, had fallen asleep, and smashed into a cement wall—and she was relieved that he would never hurt her or Colin again. She realized that the three people she had depended on most in her life, and yet had hurt her so badly, were gone for good. She didn't feel happy or sad about this realization; the scars these people had given her, emotional as well as physical, would stay with her for the rest of her life but at least now she felt a certain sense of closure.

While Aileen and Colin were living with Patrick and his family, Aileen entered the work force again. She started by helping out at Pat's pub, but then she got the job at the bank. Eventually she was making enough money to get an apartment of her own. 

Through all that time Aileen strived to keep her promise to Colin. There had been some rough spots when she didn't always know what to do, but she always put the best interests of her son first in her life. She was always there for him and did her best to protect him from being hurt in any way. They had always been close, but after Aileen made her promise, it bonded them even tighter. 

However, as Colin began getting closer to adulthood, he was spending more and more time away from home. Without anyone else really in her life, Aileen had been lonely. Then Ben showed up and she thought she found a new companion. No matter what, Colin would always come first in her life and she'd be there whenever he needed her. He came first over Ben, over herself, over anyone. But when he didn't need her was it so wrong to indulge herself in something that made her happy? That was how she rationalized her guilt before, but now any happiness she had felt had turned to ashes.

After this debacle with Ben, the full ramifications of what she did impressed on her mind and she agonized over the thought that she may have broken her promise. What would she do if Colin ever found out what she did with Ben? How would he take it? Would he ever forgive her? Aileen couldn't stand the thought of hurting Colin and now, however unintentional, she may have done so. And yet, as long as Colin never found out, he would never be hurt by what she did. She would just have to see that he never did.  

CHAPTER 3: A STORM OF WORDS

For weeks after she found out the truth about Ben, Aileen wallowed in self pity and self loathing. She had done wrong and she was paying for it. She kept up a brave front whenever she was with Colin or other people, but every night she cried herself to sleep. The month of November went by like a slow agonizing time of incarceration, she was imprisoned by pain. Thanksgiving eventually came and she and Colin were invited over to Patrick's for dinner. They accepted the offer and Aileen acted like everything was normal, but the holiday barely even registered with her. However, a few days later something happened that shook her out of her obsession over her own inner turmoil.

The first of December was on a Monday this year and it was the day school resumed after Thanksgiving break. Aileen had been home from work for about an hour and was preparing dinner. Colin wasn't home, but basketball season had started and he had practice on Mondays. He usually got home around four-thirty on days he had practice, however, it was now past six and Aileen was beginning to worry. When Colin finally came in through the front door he slammed it closed...hard. She could tell immediately that something was wrong. He had a pained expression on his face that made her wince just by looking at him. 

"Honey, are you all right?" Aileen asked, even though she could tell something was clearly wrong. 

Colin just stared at her for a moment, as if debating with himself whether to tell her anything or not, and then he spoke. "Two years! Two fucking years we been going out and she dumps me!" Colin shouted then stormed off to his room. He never used foul language in front of her, that he did so now was just another strong indication of how distressed he was.




A Matter Of Trust



Oh no! Aileen thought. No, not this. She rushed to Colin's room. She found her son sitting on his bed with his back up against the wall, one leg tucked under himself, and staring out into space.

"Colin? What happened?" Aileen asked as she sat down next to him.

"What happened?" Colin repeated in a neutral calm voice. "What happened was I walked into the cafeteria today at school and there I see Seth sitting next to Sheryl with his arm around her. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he told me matter-of-factly that he was having lunch with his girlfriend

"I was ready to smack him upside the head for saying that but then I see Sheryl. She has this embarrassed look on her face, she looks at me and says she's sorry and she was going to tell me she was seeing Seth now. I just left. I've been wandering around the city for the rest of the day. 

"So that's it. Two years with her down the drain. I thought we meant something to each other, but I guess it didn't mean as much to her as it did to me." Colin reported the entire series of events without showing any emotion, but Aileen could tell he was torn up inside.

"She told me she loved me." Colin said softly.

"Oh my dear, sweet, boy!" Aileen said and she took her son in her arms.

"Mom, please, I'm not going to let myself get upset over this more than I have to." Colin said in a shaky voice. "I'm not going to cry."

"Then let me cry for you." Aileen said with tears all ready flowing from her eyes. Her son was trying to be brave, but she knew (Oh, how she knew!) how he really felt. It hurt her just as bad, if not worse, to know what he was feeling. Colin didn't say anything else, but he didn't pull away, so Aileen just sat there holding her son and cried.

How could Sheryl do this? She had thought more highly of her than to hurt Colin like this. Of all the people Sheryl could have left him for, why Seth? The hairs raised on the back of her neck as she realized the answer to that question. Because Seth was the only one who could have taken her away. She had no doubt he was the main force behind the break up. 

Seth was Patrick and Sarah's boy, Colin's cousin. They were the same age; Colin was just a couple months older. Seth was Patrick all over again, the Patrick Aileen remembered as a child, that is. Except maybe Seth was even meaner and more devious. When Aileen and Colin had moved in with Patrick and his family, it seemed wonderful at first. Colin loved his cousins, Seth, Morgan, and Kyle, and got along with them quite well. Being raised an only child Colin had to cope with a certain solitude, having the constant companionship of his cousins made him overjoyed. 

Seth and Colin, being so close in age, also became the closest of friends. They liked to do a lot of the same things together, sports, video games, and getting into general mischief. However, there was also the sadistic side to Seth and a need to dominate. Seth was the oldest of his siblings and was used to being the one in charge, meaning it was his right to tease and torture his sister Morgan and his brother Kyle whenever he felt like it, much like Patrick had done with Aileen when they were kids. Colin, being who he was, presented a challenge to Seth's power. 

It was subtle at first; Seth would try to persuade Colin what game to play, or what to watch on television. Colin was a fair player, and he knew this was Seth's territory, so he would most often acquiesce to Seth's wishes. But if Colin was right in the middle of playing a video game or watching a television program and Seth ordered him to stop, Colin would balk him. Seth was the more aggressive one and Colin more laidback, but when push came to shove, Colin would not back down when Seth became overbearing. When Seth tried to push Colin around, Colin pushed back, Seth soon learned that his cousin couldn't be intimidated like his brother or sister could. That Colin couldn't be forced by Seth to do what he wanted grated on him, it got under his skin and began to fester. 

It exacerbated matters when Seth took out his frustration by being even crueler to Morgan and Kyle. He would tease them ruthlessly and when no adult was around they would naturally turn to Colin. Colin would protect his younger cousins and not stand for Seth's brutal teasing of them. This only infuriated Seth further, but soon he learned how to get back. 

Seth became very adversarial with Colin. Whatever opinion Colin had, Seth's had to be the opposite. If Colin liked a particular movie, sports team, song, or whatever, Seth detested it. If Seth beat Colin at a sport or game, Colin would never hear the end of it, if Colin beat Seth, Seth would shrug it off with an attitude of insignificance. Colin and Seth were pretty evenly matched, and Colin welcomed the competition, but all the ridiculing started to wear Colin down. When Seth enlisted Morgan and Kyle in his campaign of taunting, it really began to hurt. 

After all Colin had done for his little cousins in being their protector, he had thought he earned their loyalty, but it was not so. Seth was their brother and Colin was only a cousin. Whatever Seth said, Morgan and Kyle would agree with him, wherever Seth led, they would follow and there was nothing Colin could do to change that. So in effect it became three against one, three people ridiculing Colin at every turn. Colin had a pretty thick skin, and he could handle the name calling and opinion bashing for a time, but Seth was relentless. He would not give up until he broke Colin, and because Morgan and Kyle were under Seth's influence, they kept it up too. 

You could insult Colin over and over, and the first ninety-nine times he would just shrug it off, but on the hundredth time you could see it would begin to sting. Because Colin had refused to bow down to Seth's will, Seth had in effect made Colin feel like an outsider. Colin was isolated again, but now it was far worse, because now every day he saw what he was missing out on. Seth's policy of isolation and derision started to take its toll on Colin.

When Aileen realized the animosity that was developing between Colin and Seth, and how Seth was turning the littler ones against Colin, she tried her best to curtail it. She tried talking to Patrick and Sarah about it, but she couldn't be too direct. It wasn't like she could just go to the people who were providing a roof over her head and say; "Hey, your kid is a sadistic bastard, could you tell him to back off?" They understood that their son was a bit of a bully, but Sarah was a kind hearted person, and through his love and devotion to her, Patrick had become that way too. He hadn't forgotten the way he used to be, but still, Seth was his boy and he couldn't accept how mean he could actually be. Whatever reprimands Seth received didn't deter him.

Aileen tried intervening between Colin and Seth, but she had to be careful not to overstep her bounds in admonishing Seth. For some reason Aileen felt Seth held some animosity towards her since even before she moved in with Patrick. He could hide it well, but every now and then she would turn around and catch the boy staring daggers at her. When she started living with Patrick and his family it seemed the boy was just waiting for her to scold him so he could play the "you're not my mother" card. He took any opportunity to indicate to his parents that she was prejudiced against him. It seemed like he was actually trying to build the tension between her and Patrick. 

Aileen was desperate to keep Colin's spirit up, but she couldn't alienate her brother and sister to do that. She had to keep things amiable while they were providing shelter for her and her son. Whenever a conflict arose, she had to act impartial and chastise all the children equally, even when she knew who the primary instigator was. However, she always made sure to go to Colin in private and hug him and tell him how much she loved him and always would. She would comfort Colin whenever she saw he was feeling down and spend as much time with him as she could so he wouldn't feel lonely or ostracized. But she couldn't spend all her time with him, because she knew the most important thing was getting Colin away from Seth before his spirit was totally crushed. Aileen could see signs that Seth's approval was becoming important to her son. That's when Aileen got the job at the bank and once she was making enough money she and Colin moved to an apartment complex close by. 

Aileen felt it would do the children some good to put a little distance between them, but not too much. Patrick and Sarah had helped her through a very hard time in her life and she would always be grateful and love them for that. They were the only family she had and she needed them, so did Colin. In time, she hoped, Colin and Seth would put their enmity behind them like she and Pat had. Whether Seth ever warmed up to her wasn't as important.

For a while it appeared as if Seth and Colin had made amends. They still saw each other regularly, they went to the same schools, and were part of the same circle of friends, but living apart from one another gave them a needed respite. They were no longer suffocating in each others presence. An air of competition remained between the two, at times it seemed like the only thing that mattered to either of them, they competed for everything, but eventually their competitive spirit appeared to become more genial than antagonistic. It looked as if they had become friends again.

But Seth had never really forgiven Colin. Aileen realized that now. All this time he must have harbored resentment towards Colin for challenging his dominance. Seeing how happy Colin was with Sheryl must have been too much for Seth to bear. Sheryl wasn't innocent in all this, Aileen knew that, but she also knew that Seth had grown into a handsome man and he had always been a persuasive individual. By threat or by charm, he usually got what he wanted. Seth had a fair chance of winning over just about any girl he wanted, but he sought after Sheryl. Whether or not Seth had actual feelings for Sheryl, Aileen didn't know, but either way, she was sure his prime motivation for stealing her from Colin was Colin had her, and he didn't.

* * * 

Colin entered a deep depression for the next few weeks. Aileen strived to cheer him up, but it was to no avail. It was a chore just getting him up in the mornings to go to school. He limited his contact with Seth as much as possible. Aileen could see it hurt him too bad to see the person who had taken Sheryl away from him. No doubt Seth would taunt him whenever he could, that was just the way he was. Colin quit the school's basketball team, of course he and Seth had both been on it. 

He stopped working for Patrick, Seth didn't work at his father's restaurant, but he was there a lot. It was a shame, when Colin had turned eighteen Patrick had promoted him to server and he had loved the new job. The loss of income from his job was a blowback as well. Aileen hadn't had to give Colin an allowance since he had started working officially for Patrick at fourteen. She couldn't afford to give him one now, but since all Colin did was stay in his room most of the time, he didn't seem to have a need for money anyway.

The deep state of misery he was in worried her terribly, worried her to a point where her own problems didn't even register with her any longer. All she cared about was relieving her son's sadness. She tried to snap him out of it. She made him his favorite meals for dinner, she kept company with him when he apathetically watched his television programs, she talked with him trying to spur his interest in any subject, but nothing worked.

It was a Friday night and Colin was moping in his room like he had been for most of the past few weeks. Christmas was next Thursday, less than a week away. She and Colin usually spent Christmas day with Patrick and his family, but the way Colin was now, having to see Seth on that day, who would undoubtedly rub things in, would be torture for him. She couldn't do that to him, so she didn't know what she was going to do for the holiday this year.

Aileen had always tried to make Christmas time special for her son. She always wanted to see her boy happy, but making sure he was happy on this day was especially important to her. In the home she grew up in, she never understood what was so special about Christmas. Her family went to church and everyone talked about it being the day their savior was born, a day for peace on Earth and good will toward men, a day of warmth, love, giving, and togetherness. People talked about having "Christmas Spirit" but Aileen didn't know what that was either.

Even though they went to mass on Christmas Eve, had a Christmas tree, most of the time even with a few presents underneath, and mom would cook a reasonably nice dinner, it all seemed superficial to Aileen. It was like they only did these things out of ritual. Underneath it all nothing was different. Dad still got drunk and was just as likely to beat her if she wasn't careful, Mom was just as impassive as ever, and back then, Patrick was just as mean. If the spirit of Christmas was supposed to come from within, she never saw any evidence of it affecting her family.

Then when she had Colin and Christmas came around, she was determined for his sake to understand the true meaning of the day. Every year she put up decorations, played the music, bought meager gifts with the little money she had managed to save, and told Colin all the stories she knew about Santa and the reindeer, and Jesus and the manger and everything. He absorbed it all up and loved it. Every year as Christmas approached Colin would get so excited. It didn't matter if he got a little or a lot, he enjoyed the entire experience. The idea of Christmas was a treat for him. Then on Christmas day, she would watch Colin open his presents and she would take delight in the joy he got at getting the gifts. The family would spend the entire day together Aileen, Colin, Patrick, Sarah, their kids, and Fred as well, during the years she was with him. Aileen's attention always stayed focused on Colin though. If anyone was infused with the spirit of the season, it was Colin. It didn't matter if no one else had the spirit in them, he had it in him. Seeing the joy of Christmas in Colin made Aileen feel the joy as well. She finally understood the magic of Christmas. 

But now it didn't look like he would have much joy this year. He was just hurting too much. Why did this have to happen so close to the Christmas? Aileen was pondering what to do about the holidays this year when someone knocked on the front door. That was strange. No one had beeped her on the intercom and she hadn't buzzed anyone in. Colin had a key to the building, but he also had one to the apartment, besides he was in his room. Patrick had keys to the building and apartment as well but that was only in case of an emergency. He always used the intercom to announce his presence when he came over.

Aileen went to the door, "Who is it?" she asked.

"Aileen?" said a deep, masculine voice from out in the hallway. The voice sounded a bit familiar.

"Yes?" she said.

"It's...it's Ben." Aileen was shocked. She couldn't believe it was him.

"Ben? What are you doing here?"

"I have to talk to you, will you let me in?"

"I don't think so Ben, I told you, there's nothing else for us to talk about."

"Yes there is. Please Aileen...could you...will you at least open the door? Please?"

Aileen sighed and unlocked the door, but left the chain on. The door opened about two inches before the chain grew taut. She looked through the opening and saw for the first time the real Ben. He was a little taller than average, he was balding, what little hair he had left was black going gray, and he had a sizable pot belly. Giving him my phone number was bad enough, but giving him my address was pure idiocy! she thought.

"I've left my wife." Ben said.

"So?" Aileen said.

"I'm sorry I lied to you, it won't happen again. Aileen, I love you, I want to be with you."

"What do you expect me to do Ben? Fall into your arms and tell you all is forgiven? I don't even know you. The person I thought you were was all lies. Even if there was a chance for you and me I would need time to get to know the real you."

"So are you saying we have a chance?"

"I don't know...I don't think so. Too much has happened, I just can't trust you."

"Have you met someone else?"

"Ben, look, this really isn't a good time...I'm dealing with some other problems here."

"You have met someone else, haven't you? I knew you were a slut!"

"Ben, just leave and don't come back!"

"No! I came here to talk to you and that's what I'm gonna do!"

"We're done talking! Goodbye Ben!" Aileen began to shut the door but just before it closed all the way Ben pounded into it. The chain ripped out of the wall and the door flew wide open. Ben marched into the apartment.

"We're not done talking until I say we're done!" Ben said.

"Get out of here now!" Aileen yelled.

"Try and make me!" Ben grabbed Aileen by the shoulders. The sour smell of beer was on his breath. Fear raced through her and it felt like the blood in her veins had turned into ice water.

"Get your hands off me!!!" Aileen screamed. Ben covered her mouth with his hand. Aileen tried to kick him but he shook her hard, Aileen's vision blurred and for a moment she thought she was seeing Fred before her instead of Ben. No! This can't be happening! Aileen thought.

"Don't be rough, or you'll find out I can be rough too." Ben said. Tears started to roll down the sides of her cheeks.

"Mom? What's going on?" Aileen twisted her head around to see Colin had emerged from his room. She wanted to scream at him to run and get help, but Ben's hand still covered her mouth.

"What are you doing to my mom?!!" Colin demanded. No, Colin, please don't confront him! Go get help! Aileen thought as she cried.

"So if she's your mom, you must be Colin!" Ben said. "I figured you'd be out with your girl, since you usually are on weekends."

"You figured wrong, now get your hands off her you son of a bitch!" Colin shouted.

Ben looked back and forth between Colin and Aileen for a minute and then his eyes widened as a thought occurred to him. "Don't tell me you're fulfilling your fantasies and he's the guy?" Ben said to Aileen.

Aileen shook her head frantically trying to keep Ben from saying any more, she knew where he was going with this.

"I told you! Get your hands off her!" Colin shouted again.

"Did Mommy ever tell you about how she likes to pretend she is fucking her son?" Ben said. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Aileen's screamed in her mind.

"What...?" Colin said.

"She don't need me anymore, that it? She fucking you for real now?" Ben sneered. Aileen managed to get an arm free and she brought it up and scratched Ben in the face before he could say anymore, not that mattered, the damage was done. She scratched him right over the eye and Ben took his hand away from her mouth to cover it.

"You fucking bitch!" Ben said, and with his other hand he backhanded her across the face so hard she fell to the floor. 

"Mom!" Colin yelled and flew over to her.

"The whore deserved it!" Ben said.

Colin grabbed Ben and pushed him up against the wall. "I'm calling the police on you, you crazy mother fucker, and you better not say another word or you'll be going to the hospital before you'll be going to jail." Colin stated.

Ben started laughing. "You're calling me a mother fucker? That's too funny!"

"Shut up, old man!" Colin said.

"Who are you calling an 'old man'? I'll kick your fucking ass!" Ben said. He pushed Colin away from him and then took a swing at him. Colin easily ducked it and then shoved Ben hard back up against the wall, so hard the back of Ben's head hit the wall and he passed out.




A Matter Of Trust



Seeing that Ben was no longer a threat, Colin knelt down to take hold of Aileen. "Mom? Mom are you all right?" Colin asked.

Aileen wasn't all right. She could never be all right again. Colin knew! Oh, God! Colin knew now! How could she live with herself for letting this happen? This was all her fault! She had brought this all down on herself! Why couldn't she have ended things with Ben when he first started talking about mother and son incest? Because she was perverted. She deserved what she got, but what about Colin? He didn't deserve any of this and she had broken her promise to him. How could she ever face him again? It was all over, she had ruined her relationship with her son, she had hurt him, the one thing she vowed she wouldn't do. She was a horrible person.

Aileen couldn't stop shaking. She hugged herself tight and still the trembles wouldn't stop. Tears were streaming down her face, and all she could think was how she had finally lost everything that was important to her. Aileen felt dizzy and nauseous. She couldn't move, her body wouldn't respond to her commands. Her mind felt trapped in her body, like an animal trapped in a pen clawing franticly at the walls to escape. She would do anything to escape from this moment, it felt like her mind was going rip away from her body. Oh my God! I'm losing it!Aileen thought. I'm losing my mind! She felt herself beginning to drift away. She could feel herself losing her grip on reality. She felt like she was being pulled toward a void of darkness. Just let it happen, Aileen thought to herself. Life is filled with too much turmoil. I've had enough reality, maybe by losing my mind I'll find peace...

"Mom?"

What's left for me in the real world anyway?

"Mom, please come back..." 

What good is being sane when the world is insane?

"Mom, I need you, please be okay..." She heard his voice as if from far off in the distance. "Mom, I love you, I need you, please come back to me! I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you." She knew that voice. It belonged to...someone...someone important. "Mom, please, it's going to be okay..." It seemed to be calling her back. Back to where? Back to where there was pain. Aileen didn't want anymore pain. It seemed she had had enough pain. "Mom, please..." She was still being called back, pulled back. Colin! That was who the voice belonged to! Colin needed her! For Colin she would face any pain. 

Aileen followed the voice like a beacon in the darkness. She followed the voice back to suffering and chaos. But...there was also warmth and love. She heard it in his call and when she opened her eyes the first thing she saw were Colin's deep brown eyes brimming with moisture. "Mom, are you okay?" Colin asked.

Aileen gasped and a loud sob escaped. Her jaw hurt and her throat felt dry like she hadn't used it for a while. "Oh, Colin! I'm so sorry!" she managed to get out.

"Everything's going to be okay, Mom. I love you!"

"Oh Colin! I love you so much and I'm so sorry!" Aileen clung to her son desperately, her hands clutched to his shirt in vice-like grips. He was a rock she could hold on to. He was an anchor for her sanity. She didn't want to let go of him. She had been on the edge of madness, the insidious nature of which had actually made her yearn for it. She didn't realize how frightening that was until now that she had returned from the brink. She would have braved anything to get back to Colin though, no matter the cost. Aileen buried her face in his chest and let out all her agony, all her torment, and all her terror through heartrending sobs. Colin just held her tight. He held her until she had let it all out.

* * * 

Patrick set a steaming cup of coffee in front of Aileen. She placed both her hands around the ceramic cup, letting them absorb some of the warmth before she took a sip. It was a fiercely cold day outside and Aileen had only just come into Pat's pub. She could feel the hot liquid flowing through her body, warming her from the inside out. 

"Ahhhhh thanks, Pat," Aileen said.

"No problem," Patrick said as he sat down at the table across from Aileen. "How are you doing?" He asked. 

"Humph," Aileen muttered, "It was a pretty rough weekend but I'm doing better now, I think." When the police arrived Friday night to take her statement and take Ben into custody they told her she would have to wait until Monday for him to be arraigned. But she had at least gotten a temporary restraining order against him in case he made bail before today. Patrick had come by on Saturday to visit and so he had learned about most of what happened the previous night.

"I just got back from the courthouse and dropped Colin off at school so he could get in a half day." Aileen said. "He didn't want to go but I made him, he felt uneasy leaving me, he's been by my side all weekend." Colin had to be at Ben's arraignment this morning since he was an integral witness but Aileen felt he shouldn't miss any more school than he absolutely had to. Aileen had to take off from work today as well, but when she called her supervisor at the bank and explained the situation, there wasn't any problem. 

"I see," Patrick said. "So, how did things go today?" Patrick had volunteered to accompany Aileen to court for moral support, but they had to be there early in the morning so she had insisted he didn't have to come. However, Patrick did make her promise to stop by the pub afterwards for a cup of coffee and to fill him in on what happened.

Aileen sighed, "He got six months probation for breaking and entering and assault. He didn't have much of a prior record, a couple counts of disorderly conduct and a few complaints from his wife, but she never pressed charges, and none of that happened in this state, so there was nothing much they could do. The judge did make the restraining order permanent though." Aileen dropped her head into her arms which were folded on the table. 

"I can't believe this is happening again!" Aileen groaned. "I am such a damn fool! For ten years I didn't get seriously involved with any man, and then when I finally do, over the internet no less, it's Fred all over again! I am so ashamed!"

Patrick reached across the table and put his hand on her shoulder. "Leena, don't be so hard on yourself. You're the victim here, that guy Ben had no right to do what he did. You can't blame yourself for getting chummy with some guy you met playing cards on the internet. It's human nature to want to seek contact and make new friends, but he is the one who abused your friendship. I'll grant you that you've had more than your fair share of bad relationships, but that's not your fault. You did nothing wrong."  

Aileen looked up and smiled at her brother. "Thanks, Pat. That's nice of you to say, but I still can't help feeling that there is something wrong with me that makes me keep attracting these losers." Patrick didn't know everything that had gone on between her and Ben, and Aileen wasn't going to tell him, but she didn't care if he found out. She didn't really give a damn who found out now, because now Colin knew and it was only his opinion of her she cared about. They hadn't talked much to each other since Friday night, not about anything important. Colin had been sticking close to her, but he stayed silent and brooding. Aileen was terrified of what Colin was thinking about her and that things would never be the same between them. They were going to have to talk things out and soon, they would have no peace as long as the issue was there hanging over their heads. It had to be resolved one way or another because she couldn't go on much longer the way things were.

"There's nothing wrong with you Leena, you've just had a run of bad luck, that will change and things will get better, you'll see." Patrick said.

"I hope you're right," Aileen said, but she was doubtful. For her the only way things could get better was if she made things right between her and Colin because that was all that mattered. But she didn't know how to accomplish that.

"I'm always right," Patrick grinned. Aileen gave her brother a dubious look.

Aileen finished her coffee and said, "Thanks for the hot drink and the pep talk, Pat, but it's time I get going." Aileen got up and started buttoning up her coat.

"Any time, Leena," Patrick said. Then as Aileen began to head for the exit, Patrick said, "You and Colin really aren't coming over for Christmas this year?"

"I'd love to Pat, you know how much I enjoy spending the holidays with you and Sarah and the kids, but Colin is still hurting from his break up with Sheryl, and now this other matter on top of it. I've never seen him this despondent before. Being around Seth right now just adds salt to his wounds and I can't do that to him, not on Christmas." Aileen wasn't sure if Colin even wanted to be with her on Christmas, but there was no way she was going to leave him alone. She had to set things right between them somehow.

Patrick sighed, "I understand. I am so sorry about what happened between him and Sheryl. You know I love Seth, but he's been walking around looking so smug lately, I've felt like slapping that look right off his face. Sometimes I think Dad wasn't all wrong in his method of parenting."

Aileen went rigid at the mention of their father. Patrick must have comprehended the look on her face because he immediately apologized. "I'm sorry. Of course I didn't mean that. That was stupid of me to say. I can't believe I even brought him up."

Aileen managed a smile, "It's ok Pat, that's all water under the bridge."

Patrick nodded in agreement. "So, what are you and Colin going to do for Christmas then?" He asked.

Aileen knit her brows. "I wish I knew," she said. "I've been racking my brain over that question for the past week or so. I suppose we'll just have to have Christmas at the apartment and make do the best we can like we've done in the past. I was hoping the spirit of the holiday season would help snap Colin out of this funk he's in, but the apartment has felt so oppressive lately, there's been such an air of gloom hanging about it, I don't see that happening. I wish I could get him away from there for a few days, but I really can't afford to take us anywhere."

Patrick's eyes brightened, "Say, I've got an idea," he said. "I don't have anyone staying at the cabin over the holidays this year, why don't you and Patrick go up there for Christmas?" A few years ago Patrick bought some land alongside a mountain lake close to Dubois, Pennsylvania and built a snug little cabin up there. Aileen's brother was an avid fisherman and nature lover, but he knew he would also be bringing his wife and kids up there with him and what he considered peace and tranquility, they mostly considered boredom and monotony. So he supplemented the cabin with some luxury items like a lavish entertainment center with large screen television, a satellite dish, a game room, and a spa with a Jacuzzi and Sauna. It was Patrick's dream for him and Sarah to live up there permanently when he retired but for now he settled on spending a couple weeks there with his family three or four times a year, and the rest of the time he rented the cabin out to help finance it.

Aileen and Colin had been invited up to the cabin several times, and she loved it up there. "Oh, Patrick, do you really mean it?"

"Sure I do, consider it a Christmas gift," Patrick said.

"That sounds perfect! This could be just the change he needs." Aileen said hugging her brother. This might actually be what they both needed. Having fresh air and fresh surroundings, and some time for undistracted talk, maybe she and Colin could make a fresh start. Aileen felt hope burgeoning inside her. "Oh thank you, Patrick!" she said. 

"Your welcome, Leena," Patrick said with a big grin.

Aileen gave her brother a peck on the cheek. "You've become a really good guy, Pat. I'm proud of you." Then she kissed Patrick on his other cheek, "That one's for Sarah, because she deserves a lot of the credit for who you've become."

Patrick rolled his eyes and smiled, "You don't need to tell me that, she reminds me every day." 

CHAPTER 4: A WORLD OF THEIR OWN

When Aileen told Colin the news that they would be spending Christmas up at the cabin he seemed pretty amiable to the idea, apparently the thought of getting away from the apartment for a few days appealed to him as well. It was a four hour drive from Philadelphia to the mountain cabin and they planned on leaving early in the morning on Christmas Eve day, but it wasn't until slightly before noon before they were actually on their way. Not only had Patrick given them the use of his cabin, he also lent them his SUV. He said he didn't need it if he was staying in the city, and he would feel better knowing they had his four wheel drive vehicle to navigate the mountain roads. Colin was better at handling this type of vehicle than she was, so he drove.

The drive up was actually quite pleasant. The change of scenery as they drove from the city where so many of the buildings were festively decorated, to the country with its natural elegance, then up into the majestic beauty of the mountains was marvelous to observe. The radio was playing continuous Christmas carols which helped put Aileen in a holiday mood. Colin seemed to be enjoying himself, on the surface at least. When a particular song that he liked came on he commented on it, he also talked about their previous visits to the cabin. They had always gone in the summer before, he talked about how he had swam out to the island in the middle of the lake and speculated on whether the lake would be frozen enough now that he could walk to it.

Colin seemed to be in a cheery mood, but Aileen knew that he was still very troubled, just as she was. They really needed to talk. A couple of times Aileen almost started a serious discussion, but then decided to just hold off until they were actually at the cabin. She wanted to pretend that everything was still normal between them, just for a while on the drive up, after they talked, their relationship might be so damaged that she wouldn't even be able to pretend any longer. She rested her head on his shoulder and drifted off into a fitful sleep

They arrived there in the late afternoon. The cabin looked bigger than it had the last time they were there. It was just the two of them this time. It was very cold up in the mountains and the lake was indeed frozen over, but Aileen wouldn't recommend walking across it, the ice looked pretty thin in places. The air was brisk, but it was also clean and refreshing. Stark trees laid bare for the winter intermingled with evergreen ones all over the landscape. There were patches of snow on the ground and the mountain tops that could be seen through the clouds were all white capped. More snow was coming too, the sky was overcast, but more than that, she could taste it in the air.

"We better get the car unpacked. It looks like it's going to start snowing soon." Aileen said. Colin agreed with her and started unloading the vehicle.

By the time they got everything inside the sun was setting and snowflakes had begun to lightly drift down from the sky. Aileen thought she might as well start making dinner. Among the groceries they brought up to the cabin were a ham and a turkey. She decided she would bake the ham tonight and save the turkey for tomorrow's dinner. 

Colin went out the back door to get some wood for the fire place. In about fifteen minutes he came back inside holding an armful of logs. He was covered with snow. Aileen looked out the kitchen window and saw that flakes were now falling furiously from the sky. "Definitely a white Christmas this year!" Aileen said.

"I know, it's perfect!" Colin said as he shook off the snow. "I love having a white Christmas!" Colin headed into the living room towards the fireplace. "The woodshed is stocked full," he called back to her, "so we can keep this place nice and toasty and I won't have to worry about chopping any wood."

"That's great!" Aileen said, and then she went back to making dinner. About an hour later she had their Christmas Eve dinner prepared and ready to serve. Aileen brought the ham out to the dining room table, she saw that Colin had made an inviting fire; the living room was all ready growing warm. Aileen also noticed, with surprise, a small Christmas tree in the corner. Colin was standing next to it and smiling proudly.

"We can't have Christmas without a tree," he said. It looked like Colin had chopped off one of the fuller branches of one of the evergreen trees outside then brought it inside and strung it with some colorful lights and a few ornaments. He even had a little stand for it so it wouldn't fall over. Underneath he had placed the wrapped presents they had brought up with them from home. He must have been planning this before they left because Aileen recognized the decorations from their tree at home, especially the star on top. "What do you think?" Colin asked. 

The tree wasn't grand, it wasn't extravagant, and it wasn't needlessly ornate, it was a simple, charming little tree. Charlie Brown, eat your heart out, Aileen thought as she smiled. It was perfect for their private little Christmas. "I think it's wonderful," Aileen said choking up a bit, moved by Colin's gesture. 

They sat down at the table to enjoy their meal. The lights were turned down low so most of their light was coming from the Christmas tree, the crackling fire, and the candles Aileen had lit on the table for a final touch. Through the windows they could see the snow continuing to fall outside, and inside, the cabin had indeed become toasty. It all led to a very cozy atmosphere. 

As they ate, Colin lapsed back into detached silence. He was brooding again. Aileen had had enough of it and she knew it was finally time to clear the air between them. "Colin, please talk to me," she said. "I know there must be a lot on your mind, if you could just tell me what you're feeling, maybe we could both start healing."

Colin looked up into her eyes. "This place reminds me of Seth," he said. "I've tried to ignore it, I've tried to add my own personal touches, but all my memories of this place are from when we were all here together...with him. His stink permeates this place, just like it does everything else in my life."

"Oh, Colin," Aileen sighed, this wasn't where she expected he'd start, but at least he was talking. "We didn't go to your Uncle's this year because Seth would be there, and we didn't stay home because it was just too depressing there, I didn't know what else to do. It's not like I could have flown us to Disneyland or something."

"I know Mom, I know. You've done great, this was a terrific idea. The problem is with me. I'm sorry. I know Seth isn't the root of all evil in the world, but lately it's getting harder and harder not to believe that. It makes me sick to think of the influence I've let him have over my life. I just can't get over the pain that guy has caused me." 

"It's okay, Sweetie, and there is nothing to be sorry about. I want to help you get over this. In time the pain will dull and you will find somebody else, you have so much to offer any young woman..."

"And Seth will always be able to offer more. Seth always wins," Colin said interrupting her. "You think I want to go through this again?"

"It won't be the same, Colin. You'll find someone who really loves you..."

"I thought Sheryl loved me. She said she did," Colin said. "For two years we went out, I thought I had come to know her so well, and she me. I know that relationships are seldom permanent, but I thought we had a shot. For years I've had to listen to the guys brag about how many girls they've bagged. It was like a game to them, every time they slept with a different girl it was another point and then they moved on to score again, and Seth was the ringleader of the bunch!




A Matter of Trust



Sorry for the problem – Seems some could see the entire story while others were not allowed I guess. So, I have downloaded again. Then based on comments from readers who did see the entire story, a new ending has been put into place. Thanks for the comments and I must admit, I concur, hence the new ending.

I have known Scott for about 5 years and he has the reputation of being a ladies man. Seems any woman he wants he bags and tells all of us about it. He is the man we all would like to be like at some time or another. Good looking, talk, dark, hazel eyes, a deep voice and no cares in the world. He was fun to have around and most of the guys lived vicariously through him, including me. It was always fun to watch him pick up almost any chick he wanted and leave with her.

I married Tiffany just over three years ago and we bought a nice house on the outskirts of a large city in Texas. She stands 5'6" inches tall, has beautiful brown hair, the greenest eyes I have ever seen and a killer body. She supports a 36D chest with a small waist and a supple ass to make nearly any man drool. Her best feature, with regard to her sex is her sensitive nipples that are large and the deepest brown. Also she swears she has been shaved smooth since the first time she tried it when she was 16 years old. She was always supportive and never gave me any reason to think anything was wrong with our relationship or that she was in any way dissatisfied. Sex with her was wonderful and she nearly always had a thunderous orgasm and would do anything that came to mind. She seemed to just love having sex with me. 

As it turns out the guys were out one night and Scott was there of course cruising for another piece of tail. The local talent that night was not too good so he was spending a good bit of time with the rest of us old married farts. Glen, one of the guys, was the first to get the ball rolling with a comment to Scott.

"Sooooo, the great and all powerful Scott is without a piece of tail tonight. So tell us oh mighty one, what gives?"

You could tell Scott was ignoring him, but Glen persisted.

"Have all the girls in the city been laid by you or have they started talking about it is not as good as they had heard?"

"You know Glen", Scott replied, "it just so happens I have no desire tonight. After all, even God rested on the 7th day."

"Is that so? Well I think it is a shame that you care so little for your friends as to not bang one for us tonight. What you say fellows, think he should grab one and do the nasty for us all?"

The alcohol had flowed well and we all agreed. Then a woman appeared on the other side of the room. She was an attractive woman that was all over her man. The sparkle of her diamond could be seen from a great distance and the love for her man was evident as well.

"You know Scott I would be a true believer if you could score with that one right there", Glen said.

I spoke up then, "Guys, even Scott would need help there. She is obviously in love with her husband. No one could get into those panties."

"Actually Chris, (my name), sometimes those that appear to be the most difficult can be the easiest. Married women need sex and attention also to the point that many are not even a challenge to get into bed. Take her for example, her eyes have shifted over this way a couple of times and once her mouth opened casually and her tongue moved over her lips. She is so available even Glen could score with her."

Silence followed at our table until I finally spoke up with, "You mean it is your opinion that ANY woman can be had, no matter her relationship with her husband?"

"My point exactly is that any woman can be had under the right conditions. I have made a good bit of money from friends that bet I could make it with a certain woman. They all lost and fairly quickly I might add. Normally within a week I can have any woman I want in the sack and begging for my cock."

Silence again and then the typical jawing back and forth. The subject was dropped and we all went back to our drinking and chatting about other things. But something Scott had said continued to ring inside my head – ANY woman can be fucked, given the right circumstances. It was during the evening that I decided to test my own wife, but before I could speak about it Scott had other plans. He waited until the woman went to the bathroom on the other side of the bar. He followed her and when he returned 15 minutes later he had a pair of panties in his hand. We all joked about where he got them and the fact that she did not give them to him. Just then she returned to her man, who was all but out at the table (too much Jack Daniels I think). She sat down and with her looking straight over at our table Scott raised his glass a little and smiled. She smiled back and then slowly raised her skirt while parting her legs under the table. The view was fantastic and when it was apparent she had no panties on we all just stared as her moist pussy looked back at us. Damn was all I could think of.

Not too much later we all left and I went home. Sure enough Tiffany was waiting and she stroked me until I was hard and then mounted me like a broken stallion. She rode me hard and after she had cum a couple of times I emptied my load into her wet pussy. She seemed happy and we went to sleep. 

The next day visions of the woman from the bar came to me and the virtual ease that Scott had picked her up. I began to wonder again and it was not too long before I was on the phone talking to him. I told him I wanted to talk about last night and he agreed to meet me at a sports bar. I went to "watch the game with the guys" and Tiffany seemed to think that was a good idea. It took a while and three drinks before I finally ask Scott his opinion.

"Scott, last night you said that any woman could be screwed. Do you believe that?"

"Yeah, I do. I have never been wrong. Any woman I have ever really tried to get into bed has gone willingly."

"Damn and it's that easy? I mean, what about someone you know? Have you ever been with a friend's wife?"

"Do you mean have I ever fucked a woman to prove to her husband that she can be had? Yeah, a couple of times. Why, you think Tiffany is screwing around on you or something?"

"No, nothing like that, I guess. It's just, fuck, I don't know. Its just that after you said that last night and then seeing that woman give you her panties and all."

"Chris, she did not just give me her panties. I fucked her brains out in the back seat of her car. Then I refused to give her the panties back AND I told her I was going to tell her husband all about it unless she showed the guys at my table her pussy. And Chris, she did it all and even begged me to call her today while her husband was out playing golf. I haven't – yet, but I plan to next week."

I sat is silence until I finally decided. 

"Scott, I want you to try and seduce my wife. Tell me what you need me to do. Just you have to promise me that you will not force her and I want to watch. No panties from her drawer or candid photo. I want to watch the whole thing. Do we have a deal?"

"Sure Chris, but promise me this, if I get close, I get to finish the job, no backing out or bursting into the room to save her. I get to fuck her like I would any other woman I am with. Think you can handle that?"

I was not certain how I would handle it, but I was sure I had to know.

Scott had said it could be done within a week and that all I had to do was not be around on Wednesday night and to make sure she would be home. I would be scheduled for an over night business trip at the last minute and would forget to mention it to Scott. Then he would come over for a dinner that had been planned and I would not be there, except in an area where I could watch. I could see and he could seduce and I would find out if my wife were as faithful as I thought. Scott had been introduced to Tiffany a good while back and had been over to the house a couple of times with the guys for drinking and watching sports on our big screen. He had even been over once as our guest so having him over this time should be no different. Scott and I agreed that the best place for this to happen would be the den. From a vantage point I could see the kitchen for the most part, the dining area and most importantly the den. So I could 'see' his and her every move. 

I went home and a little while later dropped the news on Tiff that I had invited Scott over on Wednesday night on the pretext that we were working on a deal together. She said that would be fine that she always enjoyed having my friends over.

Wednesday morning came and I had not mentioned to Tiff anything again about the evening plans of having Scott over. Then around 130 I drove home to pack for my unexpected overnight trip. I went through the house and could not find her anywhere. I was a bit worried and then went to the back and there she was, sunning herself on the back deck. Damn she looked great. Her tits were standing proudly inside her small bikini top and her legs were slightly parted so the sun could get to the insides of her thighs a bit. I reflected for a moment and just looking at her made my dick begin to rise. I was not sure if this was such a good idea. After all, what if she did make love to Scott. I could not confront her with the news. Even worse, what if she did fuck his brains out and it was better than with me.

Just then the phone rang and I watched her reach over to pick up the handset. I know, what the hell, no big deal, but I had already placed doubt inside my own head so I pushed the monitor button at the same time she pressed the speak button. The voice on the other end was Jennifer, a friend of hers and she asked what was going on. Tiff indicated she was lying around the back yard, baking her tits and was so horny she was about to explode. 

Jen's comment sort of startled me, "So what else is new girl. You're always horny. I'm surprised you aren't inside using that little friend of yours, letting it slid easily over your lips and dipping ever so slightly into your wetness."

"Hey Jen, you are not helping. I was just thinking about how nice it would be to have a pool and then each and every day the pool guy would come and take care of my little problem."

"Tiffany, you know you would never do that," a long pause, "not with someone who makes that little money.

They both giggled at that and then some more idle chatter. Then they hung up. I waited for a good five minutes before I 'arrived' home to pack. Tiff seemed happy to see me but made no advances toward trying to satisfy her needs. I did notice a bit of dampness at her crotch when I was closer to her. But nothing from her to indicate she was horny like she had told Jen. She seemed disappointed that I was not going to be there tonight but when it came time for me to leave I got a decent kiss from her and a quick rub on my crotch with the command of "better keep him in check tonight because tomorrow you will owe me double". She smiled as I got in the car and I told her I would be calling tonight to give her the particulars, but to call me on the cell, as it would be on most of the time. I drove off with a sense of trepidation but managed to call Scott to tell him it was still on for the night. 

I drove around the block and waited. Then around 530, just like clockwork, I saw Tiff as she jogged past the intersection down the way. I had my binoculars so I knew it was she. The jogging bra held her in place on the top and the biker style shorts kept her from looking too good as she ran. I immediately crossed a couple of yards and made my way inside our house. I had a little preparing to do before she returned in 20 minutes.

By the time I heard her key in the door to enter the house I was in place. I had everything I would need including a can to relieve myself if the night lasted too long. The chair I placed in the closet was comfortable and one she would not miss from the other room. And so I waited.

Tiff came into the room and immediately went to our bathroom where I could hear her as she hummed a tune and then started a bath. She soaked for what seemed forever and then eventually returned to an area where I could see her. She had put a comfortable robe on and then went to the kitchen to get a quick bite to eat. She came back and sat on the couch and flicked on the TV. She surfed a bit and then settled in with some program on the Home and Garden channel. 

I waited and then at 655 the doorbell rang. I knew who it was but she had obviously forgotten just as we had hoped. She looked through the peephole and then whispered "Oh shit", and then opened the door to a smiling Scott. 

He came in and she immediately smiled and then spoke about how I had been called out of town on a last second business trip.

"I understand", his commented, "and I understand you forgot about me coming over. Guess we can get together some other time perhaps."

He was turning to leave when he whirled back and reached out his hand. Inside his hand was a bottle of Crown Royal, a weakness of hers I might add. 

"I don't suppose I could interest you in a quick sip of this stuff?"

I watched as she toyed with the idea for a moment and then she smiled, "Well I guess a little one would not hurt. But you have to promise to be a good boy, Okay?" 

"I promise."

They walked toward the kitchen and I stretched to see what was going on. I know the glasses for the alcohol are on the top shelf and hard for her to reach. Even from my perch above I could see a good bit of her upper thighs as she reached for them standing on her tiptoes. 

"Here, let me get those for you." 

He moved in close and as she was still trying to get them. As he reached up I watched as she lowered herself down from her toes and her robe caught on his closeness and rose even higher as he reached over her. I could also see that she wore nothing beneath her robe. The throbbing erection I had in the front of my pants let me know just how excited I was already. 

Tiff thanked him and backed away a bit and her eyes automatically lowered to his crotch. He too was sporting the beginnings of an erection. I just knew that upon seeing his growing erection she would ask him to leave. Instead she smiled and asked him to pour the Crown for them. He opened the bottle and poured a very small portion for each of them. He handed the glass to her and before she could move or say anything he made a toast – "To good friends". With that he downed the liquid in one gulp. Tiff hesitated for a brief moment and then made the same toast and turned the glass up.

She was not used to drinking this early or like she just had and I knew it would hit her hard quickly. So when he poured each of them another, a larger portion this time, I was wondering what I would do if he wanted to take advantage of her if she passed out. 

"I was just watching a program on TV, if you would care to join me."

"Sure, you lead the way."

They returned to the den and sat on either end of the couch. Scott sat rather normal and Tiff sat with one leg brought up under her rear. The robe being rather short was near mid thigh on the under-turned leg. Now I could see everything that was going on. The show she had been watching was over and another had taken its place. This new show was an infomercial and dealt with owning your own pool. They were showing all sorts of pools and of course the best way to show pools is with an assortment of attractive women in small teeny tiny bikinis with an occasional thong thrown in for good measure. There were even a couple of guys for the ladies I guess. Regardless, as the parade of flesh continued I watched as Scott fixed his eyes first on the TV and then returned to Tiff. For her part I could see the flush beginning to appear in her cheeks even from the small amount of Crown she had consumed. 

Finally the time came and Scott did not miss a beat, "You know it is obvious how they are trying to sell the pools."

Tiff for her part, sweet as she is did not follow. "What do you mean it's obvious? Of course they are selling pools."

Scott looked at her and with his best smile commented, "What I am saying is they are using sex to sell pools. They even have a group of attractive ladies to help them. See what I mean?"

His comment was directed to the TV and just then one of the better looking ladies, one in a thong I might add, appeared as she were sunning herself without regard to the camera crew. Her hand eased over her flesh as she applied a thin layer of sunscreen or something anyway. The camera zoomed in on her hand as it crossed over the upper portion of her body and even lingered on her ample cleavage about as long as the censors would allow. One could not help but notice the nipple showing through the material of her thin suit and the way it was standing tall.

Tiff watched intently as the girl continued to move her hand around herself while applying the lotion. She was not aware of her own hand as it moved across her exposed leg. Slowly she began to move it in small circles as if applying lotion herself. Then the circles grew wider until she was moving under the bottom of her robe. This activity was not unnoticed by Scott as a bit more of her leg came into view. He reached down and had to adjust himself as his own hardening cock was becoming more pronounced. From my vantage point I could see the majority of her right breast and could tell the nipple had grown hard and was standing straight out from her body.

Then the screen went to a spokesperson and he was describing how much fun you could have with your own pool and with their payment plan you could own one for as little as $500.00 a month.

Scott turned his attention to Tiff and just watched as her hand continued to move over her lower and upper leg. His hand moved back to his crotch and he adjusted himself again. This time however he adjusted to show his growing appreciation for the woman beside him. His arm moved to the back of the couch and his other to the arm of the sofa so it would not appear as if he had touched himself. He had just stopped moving when Tiff realized her hand was moving. She looked down and gave a slight jump when she saw where her hand was. Her eyes immediately looked toward Scott and she was relieved to see him looking ahead. However as her eyes drifted downward she stopped when she saw his growing erection. I could almost hear the gears working in her head as she wondered what to do. Instead she reached forward to grasp her drink from the table. Scott sensed her movement and looked toward her. As her form leaned forward the robe rose in the back and he was afforded another look at her naked bottom.

This time he did not look away when she returned to her upright position. Instead he smiled at her until she felt uncomfortable enough to ask him why he was smiling so big.

"Actually, if you must know I agree with the sales pitch on the screen. But, I think they used the wrong woman. What they need is one of natural beauty. One of innocence with a wholesome smile and a killer body that just says, I can make sure you enjoy life, whether you have a pool or not." 

Tiff just looked ahead and little giggle came out. Yep, she was already well on the way to getting tipsy and with that, horny. 

"Why Scott, if I didn't know you better I would say you were flirting with me. But I know you would never do that."

"Some would call it flirting while others would say it is merely speaking the truth. And in this case, it would be a lot of truth and a little flirting." 

"How can you say that? You have never seen me in anything remotely sexy, not even a swimsuit. Or have you been peeking?"

With that she pulled on her top just a bit as if she were about to show him something and then brought the material back together as if were fighting the alcohol and the urges rushing through her. The material was gathered and she leaned forward once more to grasp the glass of Crown. She brought it to her lips while her eyes never left his. Her lips opened sensuously and as the fluid made its' way to them I watched as Scott licked his lips.




A Matter of Trust



A pause was all he needed before he made his next comment. "Well you could change that."

"What do you mean, I could change that?"

"Well suppose that instead of us having dinner here tonight we had decided to go to a restaurant. Shall we say the new one on the Parkway? What would you have been wearing tonight?"

Tiff pondered for a moment and then described in stunning detail an outfit that I had bought for her as our special outfit. One designed to entice while barely keeping the wearer covered.

"And you expect me to belief you have such an outfit, and that you would wear it outside this house, especially to an open restaurant? First off, I doubt you have it and second, if you do, prove you would wear it. Model it for me, right here, right now. I dare you."

Tiff had just the right amount of buzz going and I could tell he had challenged her with something she would not be able to resist. She sat for a moment and then leaned forward to rise. From his vantage I know he got an eyeful of her beautiful breasts and I was envious while at the same time a bit jealous. But mostly I had a hard on that was aching to get out and receive some attention. My hand rubbed the material in the front of my slacks and I could feel the heat rising from my cock. Tiff grasped her glass and drained the remaining fluid and then rose slowly from her seat. Her robe did not fall into place and the view was nearly all the way to the junction of her legs. She smiled a shy smile and then whirled and left the room. Scott for his part looked around as if trying to determine where I was and also to get some sort of sign. I felt that the lack of a signal would be better than possibly giving my position away and so I remained silent in my little covey hole.

Scott then rose and went into the kitchen and poured her another drink. One more and she would be putty in any ones hands I thought, of maybe even pass out, but I did nothing.

We did not have to wait long as within five minutes Tiffany came back into the room. She flowed into the room in an outfit tailor made for her. It was black, full and a good bit shorter than anything else she owned. Thin straps accentuated the severe plunge in the neckline and the gold necklace and small pendant hanging between her uplifted breasts only added to the vision. She stopped about 8 feet in front of Scott and did a little turn this way and that. The speed was a more than the dress could accommodate and the hemline rose to the top of her thighs and showed the fact that she had elected to wear a garter and hose instead of pantyhose. 

"Damn, I would have never guessed you would do it."

He did not say anything else but he did hand her the additional drink. It was not what she wanted, but she drank another large sip and since she wanted to hear more from him she began to ply him with questions.

"Well, do you like?"

"Very much", he replied.

"So you don't think I would wear this out of the house? Why is that Scott?"

"Well I figured you would do as Chris wanted. And he would not want you out in that dress."

"And why not, don't you think it looks good?"

"Hell yes it looks great. But the prize is what's inside. And he knows that as soon as he left you alone to go take a whiz or something every guy in the joint would be right there trying to get closer to you."

"Oh I think I could handle anything that came up."

"Do you really think a man that was after you would be so easily put off? 

If now became obvious Scott was challenging her into a test of wills and in her condition she would most likely lose. It was also a trail he had taken before and it was evident with his next line.

"Yes, I know I could handle them. No matter who they were."

The defiance was in her voice and it was then that Scott moved in.

"Tell you what, let's test it." He paused and then continued. "The restaurant we selected earlier has a dance floor right?"

"Yes it does, so what?"

"Okay, we are at the restaurant, the dinner is nearly over and the suggestion is made to go into the lounge and enjoy a couple more drinks. We go in and find a table near the back."

Scott paused, looked around and found the stereo. He went over, looked over the selection of music on disc, selected one and pushed play. Soft music filled the room as he turned toward the dimmer switch on the wall. After adjusting the lights down just a bit (he remembered that I wanted to see what was taking place) he returned to where Tiff was standing in the middle of the room. The room had taken on a romantic atmosphere almost immediately as Scott sat down on the couch. He then invited Tiff to sit next to him. She paused and then almost reluctantly sat next to him.

"Now what?"

"Well about this time Chris excuses himself to go to the can and as soon as he is away from the table I ask you to dance. Not wanting to cause a scene you accept of course."

Scott rose and reached out his hand. Tiffany paused a brief moment and then extended her hand to him. He eased her up and with a grace and skill I never had on the floor, moved against her. His one hand he used to hold her hand in place and his other he used to place her arm around his neck. As soon as she was in place he released his hold on her arm and moved his hand back to the small of her back. The music was slow and sensual and the slow circles he was running around on her back heightened the movement of his body against hers. Within three minutes I watched her stiffened frame relax against him. It was then that his hand began a slow and deliberate plunge down her back to a resting spot atop the rise of her ass. He paused there for what seemed minutes before he drew his fingers into a half fist and began to apply pressure over her kidney area. Even over the music the moan she let escape could not be missed. Then on cue he released her hand from his. She immediately moved it around his neck as well. His free hand joined the other near the top of her ass where they began to work in unison. He was literally pulling her into his growing erection and she was doing nothing to fight it. In fact she was burying her face into his chest as this was going on.

The disc playing ended one song and was moving to the next and with that momentary pause Tiff moved her head from his chest and when she looked up at him he smiled slightly and then looked over her shoulder, not wanting to stare at her just yet. The next song began, a carbon copy of the first, and Tiff again moved her head to his shoulder. Slowly he moved her around the floor and with each passing minute his hands were moving in bigger and bigger areas of her lower back and even below her waistline. His actions were pulling her tighter and tighter against him. For her part she seemed to melt against his chest as her erect breasts pushed against him. Scott made sure his hands never stopped moving over her back and once I noticed he dipped further than before and began stroking the material covering her ass. She shifted a bit, whether it was to tell him no or to get a better feel I don't know, but he took it to mean no, at least for the time being. She was getting hot, but could easily bolt and he knew he had as much time as he needed.

Having indicated her displeasure with his touch on her ass he changed directions and began larger movements up her back and then spreading them out. Timing is everything and it was not long before his hand brushed against where her breast was struggling to free itself from her dress. The stroke was most casual and the returning trip was greeted with a soft moan coming from within her. She looked to be almost out on her feet and yet I know it was just a contented blissful state she was entering. Scott was about to hit pay dirt unless he really screwed it up.

The second, third, fourth and fifth songs ended without a break in the action with his hands roaming at will and her moaning growing ever louder. Then at the end of the sixth song Scott pulled his body away slightly and she looked up into his face. His smile was slight but the lust could be seen in his eyes even from where I was. He moved his head down towards her and immediately her eyes grew wide with shock as he drew nearer. Then the initial contact was made. When she did not recoil in utter displeasure he intensified the kiss and her eyes closed as his lips moved over hers. 

The music started again but instead of continuing to dance Scott angled them toward the couch and she was mostly unaware as he eased her down to the cushions. His placement was perfect leaving room on either side of them plus allowing me full view from my vantage point. Finally I saw Tiff begin a silent struggle with the situation as his lips worked on hers and she even seemed to wish to break away, but just then his hand found its way to her face and the gentle strokes he planted there with his fingertips silenced her small and silent protests.

Tiff had crossed her legs as they settled on the couch and she kept them that way as he kissed her. However as his hand touched her face I could see her move a little and her legs had soon uncrossed themselves. Scott continued the kiss as his hand stroked her face softly. It was then that I noticed his other arm, which had started around her shoulder was now draping over the front of her dress. His fingers toyed with the material of her dress and then silently made contact with the skin showing on the edge. I watched as Tiff flinched but then returned to his kiss and the gentle finger strokes being used on her face. 

Scott wasted little time before his next move as the stroking of her face worked down her cheek, over the curve of her jaw and then descended upon her neck. His fingers never stopped moving as they touched her flesh. Small strokes on her neck were worked slowly into her neckline and down to the deep plunge of her dress. Each time her returned to the top of her neck and sometimes to her jaw line before he ventured back down. 

The strokes were agonizingly slow from my vantage point and my cock had already found its way into my hand as I stroked slowly but with purpose. I already felt my balls tightening and knew it would not be long before I blew the first of several wads into a waiting hand towel I had brought just for the purpose.

Each passing minute was drawing nearer and nearer to a point where I knew Tiff would stop him or at least put up some sort of protest. Still his hand was working and I watched as he was finally at a point where contact would have to be made with her breast. Even from my distance I could see that her breathing had increased and her breasts, normally standing proud anyway, were ridged and her nipples were like sharp sticks pointing out. Then it happened, Scott did not stop when he neared the material covering her breasts. Instead he moved over the surface of the dress until he brushed against where I knew her nipple was sticking out.

Tiff gave a startled sound from within her throat along with a sharp intake of breath. Simultaneously her body tensed and I knew it was over. Then it was time for me to be shocked. Tiff seemed to renew the kiss with an increased passion and need. She even appeared to struggle to get nearer to Scott as he kissed and touched her. As Scott stopped his movement down of his hand he knew he was nearing his goal of proving any woman is capable of cheating if given the right circumstances, but also something else he had wanted to do since he had first met Tiff. He was about to fuck her like a demon and make her beg for more. I could see the sly smile fighting to come to his face even as his hand rose again and then went right back to her aroused nipple. This time however he stopped right on top of it and moved his fingers over the surface of the material. He flicked the nipple back and forth and as he did I watched in disbelief as Tiff began to spread her legs ever so slightly. It was then that I shot my first load of the night. It splattered against the door with such force I knew they could hear it, but they were obviously too deep into what they were doing to notice.

Scott continued to work her nipple and I did not know if the lack of progression was to make sure she was ready for the next step, his own satisfaction, or maybe a little bit of a show for me. Regardless he continued to flick her nipple for what seemed minutes before he allowed his left hand to move inside her dress. Slowly, ever so slowly he worked the material until his left hand replaced his right as he stroked her erect nipple. Only this time he was touching her bare nipple, not just the material on top covering her. She responded with a louder sound from within herself. She then broke the kiss and moved her head back and slowly looked down at Scott's hand inside of her dress. Scott for his part did not stop his hand as it continued to play with her erect nipple. Tiff stared at the scene and then looked up into his eyes.

"You must never tell Chris about this. Promise me you will never say a word. I can't bear the thought of what he would say. Promise me please."

Scott looked into her eyes and moved his lips back toward hers as he said "He'll never hear it from me. I promise."

He pressed his lips to hers once more and began a tongue dance that was visible from my vantage point. Even as he did this his left hand moved with the precision of a Swiss watch never missing a beat as it continued to move over her breast and nipple.

I watched intently as she began to squirm on the couch before me. She was beginning to heat up even more and she didn't seem to know what to do about it. Her legs, while still close together had moved a bit further apart and her hemline was nearing a point of hiding nothing. Then it was as if Scott read our minds and brought his right hand back into play. It started right where it had left off, but this time, sharing Tiff's erect nipple with his other hand, then moved down her dress slowly toward the rising hemline. Scott paused for a brief instant before proceeding downward. His fingers barely touching the surface of her dress reached the end of the material and stood for a moment as if it were a cliff diver gathering his nerve. Then to divert her attention perhaps, he used his left hand and fingers to tweak the nipple already so aroused it had to hurt. The startle cry that came from her lips was drowned out quickly by the return of a gentler touch on the aroused surface. The transition was so smooth she seemed not to notice that his right hand was now resting on her upper thigh and his fingertips were covering the area very carefully before proceeding. 

While she may not have noticed his hand on her upper thigh her body was responding, as was the throbbing cock in my hand. I watched in amazement as his hand began a very tight circle on her leg. Even as it moved over the surface, her legs were spreading a little bit more such that I could see the hint of her panties lying beneath. His kisses were becoming more intense and she was responding by allowing him to grind into her lips with his. It was then I noticed her hands. Still for so long, now they were wrapped around his neck pulling him into the kiss even more. I was witnessing a woman on the verge of exploding with desire - and it was my wife. I responded by unleashing another blast of cum into a waiting towel and still my cock was rock hard.

The scene before me did not change immediately but it did change. Scott continued his kiss and finally his hand began a slow journey up Tiff's thigh toward what I knew was a very wet pussy. Just as Scott's hand went under the hem of her dress and was within a couple of inches of her most private area her leg rose as if wanting to close him off while at the same time inviting him in. Scott used the moment to stop and wait. Then as her leg began its' downward movement he proceeded up her thigh. I knew as well as she when he touched her wetness as she gave a startled jerk and her legs initially began to close on his hand and then opened back up as if by magic. Scott for his part did not stop this time as his hand continued to rise until he had his entire hand under her dress. I could also see he had moved his middle finger against her openness. 

The sounds were unmistakable as Scott began to rub on the wet pussy before him. I could hear her wetness as he pressed his advantage and moved against her erect clit. By now her legs were spread apart as far as her dress would allow and that was a good bit. With his hand on her openness and his finger doing its thing on her clit he broke their kiss and gazed down at her. The bliss on her face was as erotic as it was obvious she wanted, no needed, to be fucked and he was more than willing. Slowly so she could watch him, he used his left hand to pull on the thin strap of her dress until it was falling from her shoulder. With it falling it was a simple matter to pull it down and allow her bare breast to come into view. As soon as it was exposed Scott stopped and looked at it as if for the first time. He used his fingertip to trace all the area around her areola and then lightly touched her erect nipple.

"You have got to have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen."

Tiff for her part merely smiled and closed her eyes. Scott moved slightly and then lowered his head down to her upturned breast. His mouth opened and he began a slow and sensual licking of all the area around before taking the hardened nipple into his mouth. As soon as his mouth closed over the morsel she moaned louder than before and brought her hands together behind his head and pulled him harder into her breast. Scott responded by sucking hard and her moaning became even loader.

I had made love to this woman for a number of years and I had taken her nearly by force a couple of times, while other times we had role played and then there were the times we had just plain fucked and I had never heard her make the sounds she was now emitting. The sounds were both arousing and at the same time alarming. Obviously I had not found what she enjoyed most with regard to keeping her satisfied in the sack. Maybe I could learn from this in more ways than the one.

Scott sucked and licked her breast for what seemed forever but then he finally raised his head and smiled at her. The look of contentment on her face was unmistakable. No words were spoken that I could hear and yet she sat upright a little and he skillfully unhooked her dress and drew the zipper down. Then with little effort he took hold of the material of began to raise it above her head. Tiff did her part and raised her arms and the dress, while covering little at that point was removed and discarded to the back of the couch. So she sat there in wet panties and nothing else. Scott reflected a moment and whispered something to her and she blushed. He then moved his hand over her exposed flesh like a sculpture might caress a work of art being worked on. As his hand traveled down her stomach I watched as she sucked in her breath, something she did not need to do since she had a flat tummy anyway. Then his fingers came into contact with her panties and she raised her hips off the couch so he could remove them without any effort at all. As he pulled them down her legs it was obvious she had drenched them. Then he used his hand to wad them up and he stuffed them into his pocket. While his hand was so close he worked his belt and Tiff immediately began to help him. Within a few seconds he was dropping his slacks onto the floor and Tiff was tugging at his erection through his briefs. 

Tiff then grabbed the top of his briefs and began to tug them down. She struggled to get them over his erection but was eventually able to get them down. Then a shock, Scott was a good bit smaller than myself and I must admit it made me a bit happy at the realization. As she began to stroke his cock I was working my own once more. Her hand had little or no trouble reaching around his stiff one and the length was also unimpressive. Still the amount of excitement in the room was unmistakable. Watching her hand work his cock it was soon glistening with pre-cum. 




A Matter of Trust



"Here you go baby. Suck this for me," was the words that came to me.

I watched as he took hold of her hair and steered her towards his hard cock. Now Tiff is not too thrilled to suck a cock or so I thought. Instead she gave a guttural sound and shifted down immediately. In one quick motion she took all of him down her throat and began to make a sucking sound like I had never heard from her. Also obvious was the amount of pleasure she was giving him as he began in earnest to buck his hips up into her mouth while his hands were forcing her down all the way. But she did not need to be forced as her hands worked downward until she had his balls in her hands and she began to massage them as she sucked him harder and harder. 

The time was less than two minutes before he grabbed hold and nearly shouted at her, "Here it comes baby. Here it comes. Get ready, I'm going to blow your fucking head off."

Then he erupted and another surprise, Tiff remained right where she was and drank all his spunk down into her throat and continued to suck until he took hold of her and pushed her off. The look on her face was pure animal lust. She was literally dripping onto the couch. When he noticed he immediately smiled and pushed her back onto her back. Her one leg was dangling over the edge of the couch and the other was thrown over the back. She was spread wide and open and Scott took full advantage. He went down toward he wetness and started to play with her, tease her if you will. Inserting just the tip of his finger into her wetness and then withdrawing only to do it over and over again. Tiff was becoming like a caged animal and could take no more as she reached down and grabbed his hair and succeeded in pulling his face into her wetness. Scott decided it was time and began to work his tongue all over her wetness. Then when he made it to her erect clit she began to moan louder and louder. Just as I thought she could get no more frantic he sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled on it like a tiny morsel. She was near delirium as she bucked and wailed his name. 

Then Scott pulled himself up from her wanting cunt. His face was smeared with her juice and he looked near crazy as well but he had another idea. His cock had risen again and he wanted to fuck her before it was too late. He moved up between her legs and brought his mouth down on hers. Tiff sucked his lips and tongue into her mouth as she extracted all the fluid that was hers. Then as the impassioned lovers appeared to be heading for a rest, Scott took hold of his cock and slammed it home. Tiff squealed with delight as he drove all he had into her opening. Her legs rose from the couch and wrapped around his waist as she tried to pull him deeper and deeper into herself. Scott for his part was putting all he had into his efforts and Tiff was returning it all. He took hold of her hips and slammed into her over and over and over. 

Just as it appeared that he was about to erupt he pulled out of her. With surprising ease he flipped her over on all fours and he moved behind her. He smeared his cock up and down her slit and then drove it home again. She always liked it from the backside but she seemed to be enjoying this even more. His hands grabbed her hips again and he was like a mad man as he pumped into her depths. Her voice told that she too was nearing another fabulous orgasm. His pounding continued and her tits were swinging below her in a frenzy. As for me, well my third load was released just then. 

Sweat was running down Scott as he plunged deep into her wanting hole and her wails were getting louder and louder when he slammed her and waited. Just as she realized he had stopped she was about to turn around when he withdrew his vein covered cock.

"Its' time baby. Its' tie me you to get your ass fucked."

She shuddered at the thought. It was something we had never done. We had tried a couple of times and she said it hurt too much. Now here she was with a near stranger telling her he was going to fuck her ass.

"Please, no Scott. I've never done that before. You'll split me in half. Please don't."

"You fucking prima Donna bitch. You know you want it and I'm going to give it to you. Now shut up and enjoy. You know you really want it anyway. No way a slut like you wouldn't want it up the ass. So here it is."

I stirred and then realized I was rock hard again and could not move. I had no choice but to watch, and enjoy.

Scott withdrew his cock from her hot cunt and brought the head to her puckered entrance. She was nearly crying and yet she was not moving away. Maybe she really did want this. Then as if watching in slow motion he began to push his cock into her upturned ass. She was so excited and he was coated in her juice that when his smaller cock went against her opening it slipped in almost immediately. Scott paused anyway for a moment before he pushed again and again until he was buried deep in her anal passage. 

Tiff whimpered a bit and then grew silent as he withdrew and then pushed back in. He did this a couple of time and with each thrust into her ass the cries grew more and more distant and were soon replaced with a soft moan that soon rose above the couch like a cloud of joy. Scott for his part was having a hard time not coming too fast as she was so tight. He paused for a moment while he was buried inside her. He reached around and stroked her aroused clit with his finger. The charge that went through Tiff was evident and as he removed his hand so he could withdraw she replaced his hand with her own, stroking her clit. Within two minutes they were both exclaiming the joys of another orgasm. Scott slammed his cock into her ass and shot another load of cum inside her. Just then Tiff hit her own plateau and the resounding cries were low and guttural. 

Tiff collapsed onto the couch and Scott fell nearly on top of her. His softening cock slipped out of her and a stream of cum followed onto the material. They did not care as they were exhausted and I was nearing my limit as well. I sank back against the wall on my chair and fell into a peaceful slumber.

My eyes opened a little later and the parties below were nowhere to be seen. I eased open my door and listened. The faint sounds of fucking were coming from down below. I descended the stairs silently and made my way to the master bedroom. I approached the doorway and could see it was not closed at all. Like a thief I went to the door and spied in. There before me was Tiff, her ass toward me and her face buried in the pillow and Scott was standing behind her ramming his cock into her ass. The sounds told me she was nearing another powerful orgasm. I guess I made a little noise and Scott turned his head my way. He never missed a stroke as he smiled toward me. He had been right and he was reaping his reward. 

Then he spoke silently to me, "Want some of this? She'll never know the difference."

The opportunity was there and I declined. Instead I motioned I was going and would be 'returning' home in two hours. He nodded and turned back to his task of getting Tiff off once more before he had to go. 

I turned to leave and had made it to the front door when I heard her say, "Is he gone yet?"

"Yeah baby, he's gone, but we got another two hours and I'm going to fuck you silly until then. You mind?"

"No lover, fuck me and fuck me hard." 

That was all I needed to hear. I softly closed the door, left and never looked back. The divorce was uncontested and went through quickly. Reflecting back on the experience I am glad I found out when I did. Justice they say is fair, eventually. I now have a wonderful woman at my side that loves and adores me. As for Scott and Tiff, well they eventually married and have a couple of kids. Unfortunately for them, since looks were and are so important, she is one of those women that never lost her weight after the children were born. Still very pretty, but not what Scott wanted. He still goes to the same hangouts as before, but now he lives through others like I did. He drinks more and looks like hell complete with the expanded version of a stomach. I almost feel sorry for them – almost.



A Matter of Trust



"Just remember, if you get nervous or want to stop, say the safety word and we'll stop. It takes a lot of trust to do this and I want you to know you can stop it at anytime. Are you alright so far?"

Your voice seems to quake a little as you look into my eyes and squeak, "Yes."

Slowly, I bring a dark, silky scarf up to your eyes and wrap it around your head, brushing your cheeks with the back of my hands as I move. Gently, but firmly, I tighten the scarf into a knot behind your head.

"Can you see anything?"

Opening your eyes behind the shroud, you can barely make out the fuzzy glow of the many candles lighting the room. "Nothing in detail, just the glow of the candles."

"Perfect. Are you doing ok?"

This time, the answer comes a little easier. Again, it is simply, "Yes."

You feel my hands gently take you by the waist and turn you around. Softly, my hands glide up your sides bringing a tingle to your flesh as I slowly slide up your shirt. You lift your arms, allowing me to expose the upper half of your body. With your hands still above your head, my hands skim down your arms. Your skin seems alive with sensation. You feel the very edge of my nails as they drag lightly down the underside of your still-raised arms. My nails cause a tickling sensation as they draw across your smooth underarms. My warm fingers creep across your breasts, pausing at your hardening nipples to give them a gentle squeeze. They continue to trace random patterns across your smooth stomach. They leisurely steal toward your back; and then, they are gone. You are aware of my warm breath near your shoulder. The heat flows gently across your sensitive flesh; then, it is gone. A tender kiss in the small of your back almost startles, but you enjoy the surprise. Then, another kiss grazes the back of your neck.

"Everything ok?"

Again, you utter a simple, "Yes," even easier than the last time.

My hands make their way around your waist. My thick thumbs skate along the edge of your waistband. My fingers nimbly unfasten your pants. My hands trace back toward your ass and I slowly slip your pants over your hips. You can feel the warmth of my breath again as my face passes mere inches from your nearly exposed ass. My hands slowly slither down your legs revealing more of your beautiful flesh to my gaze. Sensations race through your legs and crotch. My hands glide from the front of your legs to the back, massaging your inner thighs, the backs of your knees, your calves, sometimes squeezing your flesh, sometimes scraping my nails lightly. You shiver slightly each time I change my touch. Your flesh occasionally shows goose bumps. When I reach your ankles, you silently assist me by first raising one foot then the other to help me finally remove your pants. 

You stand there naked, except your panties. You become more and more aware of your anticipation of what is next. Your nipples tighten and you feel the moisture accumulating inside of you. Your skin twitches at the thought of a touch, even before it happens. As the back of my hands skim across your ass, you jump slightly. Momentarily lost in your thoughts and arousal, the sudden contact is exciting and a bit surprising. Again, my thumbs slide along your waist between your body and your last remaining piece of clothing. Gently, my fingers trace wandering paths between your belly button and your thighs, pulling the thin material of your panties away from your flesh. My movements almost feel as though I am more interested in exploring your body than actually removing your clothes. Perhaps I am.

Finally, my hands slip your panties down, exposing you completely. As they reach your thighs, you suddenly feel my tongue against your back, lightly licking meandering trails down your spine and wandering off to the left and right. Before you realize, your panties are down to your ankles. Again, you help me by lifting one foot and then the other. I stand and wrap my arms around you bringing your body firmly against mine; you feel the gentle breeze of my breath against your ear.

Quietly, I whisper, "Are you ready to keep going?"

Your mind races for a moment; you are most nervous about this part. Your mind has doubts, but your body pushes your mouth forward. Almost as if your taut nipples, tingling flesh and swelling pussy speak for themselves, you find the word tumbling out of your mouth.

"Yes." It almost comes out as a breath rather than a word.

You feel the wonderful effect your answer has on me as I press against your back. I move away and you sense me walking around the room. You feel my hands upon your shoulders. Tenderly, they slide down to your wrists bringing your arms out in front of you. Leaving your hands out-stretched, you feel a breath of air go by your shoulders and the soft feel of silkiness drapes across your shoulders. Smoothly, the material whispers across your shoulders as I slide it back and forth across your back. I wrap one end around your upper arm and unhurriedly pull it toward your wrists. A slight sigh escapes your lips as the silk snakes down your arm. I reach your out-stretched wrists and begin wrapping the silky scarf around them. You feel your wrists being bound and are aware of the rising resistance building in your mind. Firmly, I pull the scarf into a knot around your wrist. Sensing your concern, I pause.

"Are you doing ok? Just say the word if you want to stop."

Your mind swirls and urges, 'No, stop this; I'm scared.' Yet, other parts of your body scream, 'Don't stop. This feels right.' Your mind battles with your body. Your breasts still tingle from the sensations of the silk dragging across them. Your flesh seems alive. You feel your lips engorge and start to spread of their own accord. 

"Do you want to keep going?"

My tone tells you it's fine to stop but also hints at how much I am enjoying this exploration of your body, how much I want you to trust me and how much I want to continue. You build up your determination. The word stands at the tip of your tongue denying your mind's fear. Defiantly, it leaps from your mouth.

"Yes," you answer simply.

To reward your strength and trust, I lean forward and take your nipple into my mouth, sucking firmly while swirling my tongue around it. Your body jumps in response to the unexpectedness of the action and the intensity of the sensation. Pulling away after a moment, I lead you by your bound wrists to the bed and gently guide you to sit. I urge you onto your back, raising your bound hands over your head. You feel me brush against you as I lean forward and attach the scarf to the bed. You can move your arms and twist your wrists, but you certainly cannot free yourself. You expect the fear to return. However, you are surprised you simply find yourself more aroused. 

Almost as though on cue to reassure your body, you feel smooth, silky scarf wrap around one of your legs. It circles your leg, spiraling from your ankle to your inner thigh. Involuntarily, you spread your legs to allow the sensation to wash over you. As I drag the silk up one leg and begin wrapping it around the other, my hand comes perilously close to your swelling pussy. You know it is spread wide open as you can feel the rush of warm air against the folds of your lips. You are ready to be touched this very moment. As the scarf finally slides down your other leg, you feel it being wrapped around your ankle and feel a knot being cinched. You feel your legs pulled apart slightly and realize you now have but one free limb. Your mind races again, but this time you are quite surprised. Instead of fear, you are struck by the growing needs of your body. Your chest heaves slightly with quickened breath, your nipples stand at attention begging to be touched and your pussy fills with moisture. Rather than fear, you react with new thoughts - thoughts of urgency.

"Are you doing ok?"

"Yes."

This time there is no hesitation in your voice. Your answer sounds almost pleading as it comes out slightly drawn. Sensing you have turned the corner and your lust has overcome your fear, I move to wrap the last scarf around your ankle. With much less ceremony, I knot it to your ankle and the bed. You are now laid out before me; arms above your head, legs spread, with slightly quickened breath, awaiting my attention. Quickly, I dart from the room to get our toys.

Returning a moment later, I begin placing several items on a nearby dresser. I glance over to see you squirming slightly, opening and closing your legs, as if that might somehow satisfy the growing need between your legs. I pick up a large feather from the dresser and stand over you beside the bed. I lazily wave it just above your body, randomly circling your torso from your neck to your thighs. I watch you squirm as you feel the slight breeze of the feather and raise your body as if begging to be touched. Finally, I sweep the feather across your breast, twirling it around your nipple. Your flesh crinkles as your nipple hardens; a soft moan escapes your lips. I move to the other breast and find the same reaction. With the feather, I randomly trace different parts of your body. I move it up and down your arms and you squirm; it tickles. I draw the feather across your stomach and to your thighs; you thrust your hips upward as if trying to fuck the feather. At the backs of your bent knees, you actually giggle from the sensations. 

I draw the feather across your pussy; first, along your sensitive flesh where thigh meets hip, and then directly up your swollen lips. You gasp with excitement. As the feather crosses your clit, it feels like the most delicate tongue lapping against your most sensitive flesh. Your hips buck upward; you crave more. I pull the feather away and trace it around your face. Your skin feels electric. I trace your smiling lips and you smell the results of your excitement. Between your legs, you feel your wetness pour out and drip down across your ass. Again, I focus my attention between your legs. I drag the feather over your lips, twirling it on your clit as it stands proudly waiting for more attention. The moment you feel you could cum from only the feather flitting across you, it is suddenly gone. You moan and squirm; searching for my next touch and hoping it will be make you cum. 

"Are you doing alright?"

"Yes! Yes! Please don't stop!" 

I cannot tell if you are commanding or pleading. For a few moments, I watch you squirm within your bonds. I simply watch your body as it moves craving my touch. Your body almost screams for attention. It is time to move on. I grab a small bowl from the dresser and take from it a small round object. I hold it above your body, mere inches from your stomach, and gently drop it toward your belly button. You jump and let out a small yelp as the cold object settles against in your belly button. The sensation of ice against your hot flesh is almost too strange to comprehend.

"You must try to stay absolutely still or you'll ruin this surprise. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes. Yes."

As the object sits on your belly, the cold diminishes somewhat and a slight chill spreads through your flesh. Goose bumps appear and you find yourself even more sensitive. You feel every movement of air caress your body. Using one of the objects, I gradually trace the outline of your lips. Your lips part slightly and I press the cold object into your mouth. As it warms, you realize it is simply a frozen grape. I randomly drop or place several more grapes on your body. Each lands softly and instantly heightens the sensitivity of the nearby skin. After dropping several around you and having a few roll against your side, I take one final grape and trail it along your inner thigh. It moves side to side, inching toward your pussy. I roll it to the very bottom of your lips. Your body involuntarily twitches and a few more grapes roll off. Ever so slowly, I glide my fingers and the frozen grape along your inner lips. Your lips quiver under the chill and you leak more juices as if trying to warm the cold object against your flesh. Finally, the grape hits your throbbing clit. The cold causes your clit to visibly contract; the intense feeling rushes throughout your entire pelvis. Leisurely, I roll the grape down, until it's poised before your opening. Pressing slightly, the still-chilly grape pops easily into your slick pussy. The walls immediately contract around the grape and squeeze almost as they do when you cum. Reaching around, I grab a grape that has fallen to your side and slip it into you as well. Your pussy spasming around the grapes is like nothing you have felt before. Your eyes roll beneath your blindfold.

Suddenly, you feel the feather again grazing your stomach. Most of the grapes have warmed enough to only feel cool against your skin, but you are still hypersensitive. The feather brushing your flesh is akin to thousands of tiny fingers on your skin. Each time the feather caresses your tingling flesh, an intense rush races through you. Soon, you are writhing against the scarves binding your wrist and ankles. Your body savors the delicious torture. The tingle of the feather's touch seems to linger even after I have moved it elsewhere. The sensory pleasures accumulate and begin to carry you toward release. You are so embroiled in the sensations; you hardly notice I no longer touch you with the feather. Yet, sudden warmth on your pussy quickly garners your attention.

My lips engulf your dripping, swollen sex. My tongue twirls against your lips, sucking and teasing them with sudden warmth. I move to your clit and draw it between my lips, encircling it as I suck. Your hips buck against my face. Your excitement builds and your legs begin to quake. Not quite prepared to let you cum, I move between your legs; I begin sucking on your lips and sliding my tongue in and out of you. Slowly but surely, your body releases the two well-warmed grapes. As each one pops out of you and into my mouth, I feel your pussy contract against my tongue. My tongue tenderly licks each engorged lip and I pull away from you. Sitting up and smiling, I watch you wriggle as I munch on the grapes.

"Are you doing alright?"

"YES!" You almost seem annoyed.

"Do you want my dick inside of you?"

"Yes! Yes! YES!"

Smiling with a bit of satisfaction, I crawl between your spread legs and press the head of my dick against your clit. Leisurely, I rub the head back and forth and in circles, stimulating your clit and causing you to moan and writhe beneath me. Unhurriedly, I press my dick down and effortlessly slide between your engorged lips; your pussy pulls me into you. Into you, I press my cock head, stretching you as I enter. Inch by inch, I fill you. For the first time in quite a while, you are basically still. You concentrate on the sensation of me filling you. Finally, I am buried to the hilt, but I simply stay still feeling you contract around me. 

Without moving my hips, I reach for the feather and begin to draw it across your sensitive skin. Again, you squirm. Each time you move, your pussy twists, turns or slides back and forth on my dick. I continue to use the feather on your most sensitive spots: underarms, sides, behind your knees, across your nipples. Although I stay absolutely still, your head lolls back and forth. Arms flexing against your bonds, you fight to stop the torturous tickling. You continue to writhe on my cock. Your pussy gyrates on my dick and the feelings caused by your thrashing are incredible. Your breathing has become ragged; it's out of control as are you.

"Do you want to cum?"

"YES! YESSS! YESSSSS!"

You begin to convulse around my shaft. Just as your orgasm is about to begin, I take a grape and press it firmly against your clit. The sensation makes you absolutely erupt. As you thrash, wracked with an explosive orgasm, arms pulling against scarves, bound and spread legs shaking, my engorged dick swells inside of you. Still without moving my hips, my cock explodes into you. Your cream and mine fills you as our orgasms rush. As your orgasm gradually fades, our mixture begins to seep from you. I collapse onto my elbows and we slowly catch our breath.

Quietly, you whisper into my ear, "I can't wait to use these scarves on you." 



A Matter Of Trust



Colby Colson's cascading raven curls tumbled freely to her bared shoulders in a slightly tangled disarray as her always intense hazel brown eyes scanned her reflection with carefully, critical scrutiny, steadily searching for flawless in her appearance, as she had already decided that tonight, she simply could not settle for anything less than pure perfection. Tonight...a tired, almost agonizingly anxious sigh escaped her...she needed tonight to be glorious down to the very last detail, she had so much riding on Justin's reaction to what she wanted to say to him once he was finally back in her arms after too many weeks away in England, working endless hours as he prepared to open his first European based Precise.

Precise, Colby knew, had and always would be a major priority for Justin...it was, as he often liked to call it, his lifework...the empire he had built from a single, somewhat floundering restaurant his mother had left to him when she passed away, just weeks after she and Justin together celebrated his twenty first birthday.

As Nora Morgan's only earthly possession, Precise had served as the only gift she had to give to her son and as a final promise to his mother, Justin faithfully swore to her that he would make her dream and his come true.

"It started with her, but I had the same vision as she did, only she never had the real chance to make her dreams come true." Justin had shared his thoughts with during a blessed, rare moment when all his guards were briefly lowered. "She did all she could to make a good, happy life for me and even though she will never see it now, I am doing everything I can to keep her vision alive." 

It had touched Colby deeply, to hear him say such a thing...to see genuine emotions in his eyes...it wasn't a common occurrence, he tended to keep most everyone at bay and it was only by chance, or perhaps fate, that Colby had managed to connect with him on any level, and at times, she was almost certain Justin resented himself for needing her and wanting her as intensely as he did.

Once, after a particularly passionate bout of lovemaking, he had confessed to her that she was almost like a drug to him...he couldn't resist her...couldn't make himself stay away and even at the most inconvenient moments, her image lingered on his mind, beckoning him to return to her even when he told himself it was best to stay away. To remove himself fully, from her life...she deserved more than he had the ability or the means or even the willingness to give her, or any other woman, as it was his firm and steady belief that no relationship in his life could be long lasting in any sense; it was his belief that any woman in her right mind would, eventually, find herself longing for more than just wild sex and as much as it pained Colby to hold back her thoughts, she had, for nearly two years, managed to refrain from pointing out to Justin that their relationship was based on far more than just intensely magical sex, even if he didn't care to admit as much.

It certainly had not been what he was looking for...she wasn't something she had ever expected to find when he breezed into a small but fairly well established art gallery in an effort to find work he could display in his soon to open third New York location for Precise. He liked, if it was possible, to give up and coming talents a chance to showcase their skill, as long as it fit into the elegant but comfortable décor he always strived for...he settled for nothing but the best when it came to his restaurants, those who knew him understood as much, just as they understood he had a deep appreciation for beauty and there was no denying, for him, at the very least, that Colby Colson was just that, and then some.

He spotted her almost the instant he came in, standing on the far side of the room, looking somewhat lost in her thoughts as she stared up at a stunningly crafted ocean scene so skillfully painted one almost felt as if they were standing on a beach...but the painting itself was just an afterthought for Justin, who paused inside the door to look at the young woman who seemed oblivious to the world that surrounded her.

From the distance, he could see she wasn't tall, no more than five two or three, but she had a classically full figure with heavy breast, a tapered waist and long legs that incased in faded jeans while the red sweater she wore accented her ivory skin as somewhat untamed hair fell to her shoulders in a shimmering cascade.

Her hair, he decided, was the most unusual shade he had ever seen...it was an odd but successful marriage of brown and red that came together to create a rosewood like shade that perfectly framed her face as she turned to look at him, having clearly sensed that someone was staring at her intently and when she did turn, he saw for the first time that her features fit together in flawless summation.

"The painting is for sale, Justin, not the young woman."

At the familiar and only half teasing voice, Justin smiled and turned to find Wendy Ann Lewis, the gallery owner, and a longtime friend standing behind him, her green eyes serious as her flaming red hair tumbled down her back.

"And just because I am curious, do we know who the young woman is?" He did not bother to hide his interest, he had known Wendy too long for that and she sighed as she nodded, looking far less than pleased, which Justin thought odd.

"Her name is Colby Colson and she painted that piece she is standing in front of, as well as several others displayed throughout the gallery."

"So she is an artist?"

"A twenty three year old artist who has been in New York for less than six months and is, I might add, what you might call fresh from the farm and totally innocent." There seemed to be a warning in her words that again made Justin grin.

"Can I ask for more information." He lifted one shoulder. "Is she married? Single? I like what I can see of her work from here, so is there any chance she would be pleased to see it displayed in my latest restaurant?" Business was still on his mind, but so was the girl herself, as Wendy well knew.

"I can assure you, having her work displayed in such a high profile location would be a thrill for her, and as for the other questions..."

"Wendy..."

"She is single, Justin, but she is not like your other women." 

"Because she is so young."

"Because she is so young and sweet and innocent and she has suffered a hell of a lot of hurt as it is." Wendy lowered her voice. "Just before she moved her, she lost her mother, in a bank robbery and two years before that, her father died in a boating accident, so the very last thing I want is for her to find herself involved with a man who could cause her hurt, even if he doesn't meant to." Which she knew Justin could do...he could break Colby's heart, and feel bad about it, but it would not change the fact that Colby would be the one in tears, while Justin moved on to the next conquest, as he was so famed for doing.

A ten year long friendship made it possible for Wendy to have a better than merely fair understanding of how Justin handled his affairs...she even knew why he never allowed what passed for his relationships to last for an extended time, and to an extent, she understood his fears, but she still felt a soft spot for Colby that compelled her strongly to once again caution Justin to be careful.

There was more she wanted to say, more she wanted to make Justin understand, if he could, but before the effort could be made a call sounded for her over the intercom system, so she left Justin with a final warning glance and the moment Wendy disappeared into her office, Justin moved across the room to stand beside Colby, who had gone back to looking up at her painting with the most intent expression Justin had ever seen.

For a moment, she seemed unaware that he was near, as she studied the piece until Justin lightly cleared his throat and she looked at him, allowing him to see that her eyes were a stunning hazel brown flaked with golden hints...wide and fringed by thick, dark lashes that were impossibly long, her eyes were just as glorious as her hair and he smiled as she looked up at him and he waved a hand at the painting.

"I hear the artist is very talented." His voice was gentle and warm, totally disarming and what Wendy, and a host of other women would have called dangerously charming.

"Is that what you hear?" When she spoke in a soft, whispery like tone, he could easily detect a faint, southern accent that only added to her allure, much to his surprise.

"Oh, yes. I am certainly interested in seeing more."

The light blush that stained her cheeks told him she had picked up on the double meaning to his words and he felt an odd stirring, as he had been almost certain women in the current day and age no longer blushed for any reason.

"Justin Morgan." He extended his hand that she shook and he held to for a moment, as their eyes locked and she seemed startled somehow.

"Colby Colson."

"I am afraid I already knew that. I asked Wendy a few questions."

"Why?" She seemed genuinely perplexed and it amused him as they stood there.

"Because I am about to open a restaurant, and I am looking to fill it with some artwork, and your painting..." His eyes took in the ocean scene. "I do believe you have what I am trying to find, Miss Colson, and I am hoping you will agree to have dinner with me this evening, so we can discuss my purchasing your work, as well as the possibility of my commissioning you to do some additional pieces for my future ventures." He really was impressed with her talent just as he was drawn to her wide eyed and innocent beauty as she smiled, clearly caught a bit off guard as he looked at her, feeling certain he had never seen anyone as stunning.

"That...wow...that would be wonderful." The thrill she felt was evident, he had offered her an amazing opportunity and she knew it as she stood there, trying to place why his name was so familiar and then, it hit her and she nearly gasped out loud. "Justin Morgan...you mean you want to display my work in Precise?" He had to be kidding...his restaurants were famous, if she understood correctly...for her work to be displayed there would be a major career maker and Justin couldn't help but smile again, sincerely, as he found her sweetly youthful reactions truly charming and infectious.

"Have you been to Precise?" He suspected the answer, so he was not surprised when she shook her head shyly. "I believe we will have to change that tonight." His eyes smiled into hers and she blushed again as he asked her where he could pick her up at and almost as if in a shock, Colby gave him the address to the small apartment she rented and Justin announced that he would pick her up at seven sharp...and then with a final smile, he turned and walked away while she stood for moment, feeling as if she were flying and falling all at once, unable to believe the unexpected encounter that had just taken place.

To have someone like Justin Morgan interested in her work was astounding...to think that he was actually interested in her, as a woman, was more than she could wrap her mind around as she vividly recalled how standing next to him had made her feel oddly safe yet very aware of the reality that he was the most handsome man she had never seen.

Well over six feet, he was powerfully built with strapping shoulders and a hard chest that his perfectly tailored suit accented while his indigo eyes danced with laughter...the wildly raging autumn winds had left his silver blond hair slightly disarrayed in a sexy, just out of bed style that she had ached to touch the entire time he spoke.

His features were oddly rugged, his jaw stubbornly defined...but the boyish dimples that appeared each time he smiled took off some of the edge, yet there was no denying his masculine beauty. His seeming physical perfection. Just recalling his image made her feel light headed...warm all over...she was overwhelmed and she knew it showed when she looked up to find Wendy standing next to her, looking worried, which seemed out of character, until Wendy announced that they needed to have a serious conversation about Justin Morgan.

Leading the younger woman into her private, somewhat cluttered office, Wendy set down on the edge of her coffee table while Colby settled herself on an old, over stuffed sofa, sensing something ill at ease in her friend as Wendy sighed and shook her head. 

"Justin Morgan." Wendy said his name simply. "I know he is beyond handsome and it is no small secrete that he is far more sexy than any one man has a right to be and the fact is, he is a decent guy who happens to be kind and generous and very delightful."

"But..." Colby prompted gently as she set there, chewing at her lip, feeling nervous and not liking it in the least.

"But there are a few things you needed to know."

"Such as?"

"Such as, I can tell he is very serious about your work and there is no doubt in my mind that very soon you will find several of your creations displayed in one of the most popular and prestigious restaurants in this city."

"Which is a wonderful thing."

"I agree. And I am thrilled for you. For what this will mean for you."

"So the warning you are about to give me regarding Justin is not professional but a bit more personal,"

Wendy nodded slowly. "I have known him for ten years, and I adore him."

"Were you to..." She felt her face grow hot and Wendy smiled.

"Never. Not that Justin isn't tempting, but we are friends. I like him and I know he can have a hard time being friends with women after he has been involved with them sexual and I have to tell you, sweetheart, that Justin's relationships, such as they are, never go beyond more than sex and they never last long."

"So you are saying he is a typical playboy." The disappointment she felt flared bright in her eyes and Wendy looked a perplexed, before shaking her head.

"Typical is one word that I would never use to describe Justin."

"But you said he never stays with one woman long, that he is only in it for sex and after a brief time, he moves on..." She spread her hands. "Sounds typical." Yet she desperately, desperately hated thinking about Justin in that light, when he had seemed so kind, and after a moment, sitting there, Wendy made up her mind to lay the truth out, sensing that Colby needed to hear it to help her better understand what made Justin tick.

"Justin's mother raised him on her own, after his father ran out when Justin was only five and as a result, they were close." Wendy began slowly. "It was his mother that founded a restaurant and she tried to make a go of it, but it was hard for her, being a single parent with little money, so after she died, Justin spent fifteen years building Precise into what it is today, so the man is driven and he works hard."

She paused for a moment, battling back the pain she always felt when she thought about Justin's life. "When Justin was sixteen years old, he and a friend went to a party and the fact is they both drank heavily, but when it was time to leave, Justin and the friend decided that Justin was the most sober of the two."

"What happened?" Colby again prompted when Wendy fell silent.

"About a mile from the party, Justin somehow lost control of the car, and it hit a tree and...his friend died on impact after he was thrown from the car, through the windshield, but Justin was trapped inside and the car burst into flames."

"God..."

"By the time help got there, he was burned badly on the left side and added to that, he had a host of internal injuries and..." She blinked at her tears while Colby allowed herself to cry, feeling her heart shatter as she set there, listing to what sounded like a nightmare. "Justin, the fact that he survived was amazing, he spent a long time in the hospital, but...he had lots of surgeries, but he was left with some bad scarring on his left leg and arm and along the left side of his chest."

"My God. The poor man...I didn't know..." It was information regarding Justin she had never heard before and it made her sad for him as she allowed it all to sink in and Wendy was almost sorry that she had more to tell her.

"He has not always had an easy life, which is something that a lot of people tend to just forget about, but I...Colby, when it comes to Justin, I want you to understand that his past has a great affect on who he is now."

"How so?"

"Well, I mentioned that he was left with scars."

"Yes."

"He is very insecure when it comes to those scars, mainly because a woman he was once seeing, a woman he supposedly cared about, told him the scars turned her off sexually, and as a result she ended their relationship."

"How could she?" The notion outraged Colby. "That is horrible." It was clear proof, to her, at least, that the woman had never really cared about Justin at all, or she would never have allowed scars to effect her feelings and Wendy shared the thought and agreed totally with Colby, though she knew that was not the point of their current conversation.

"After that, Justin flat out refused to allow anyone else close to him."

"Explaining the string of sexual but otherwise meaningless encounters."

Wendy smiled sadly and nodded. "He has walls. He is guarded and it makes me sad if the truth be told, because I feel Justin could have a lot to offer the right woman, but he never will find her, because he won't take the chance." 

"I need to keep that in mind, right?"

"That and..." Wendy shifted, feeling ill at ease and a little unsettled. "Look, I guess there is only one way to say what I have to say and that is just lay it all out there, because I really do not want you walking into a situation blind and you..."

"Wendy, just say it."

"Justin is in to BDSM." It was blunt and to the point and Colby shook her head.

"Excuse me."

"I only know because a friend of mine once dated him, and she explained to me that Justin has the rules when it comes to sex."

"Rules?"

"For one, he likes to be in total control. At all times. As far as my friend could tell me, its not a turn on for him to hurt the person he is with, but he likes having all the power and along with that, he never allows a woman to see him naked."

"Oh." She nodded, trying to pretended she understood, when she didn't, while, at the same time, wondering why she was so suddenly fascinated by the concept of total sexual submission to a man. "I don't...I don't know what to say..." Her eyes reached Wendy's and she spread her hands again, as if asking her friend to give her an indication as to what she should or should not feel in that moment.

"You don't have to say anything, I just wanted you to understand what to expect if you and Justin should..." It was her turn to spread her hands and Colby sighed.

"I have to admit I am attracted to the man. So far, at least."

"You are excited about having dinner with him tonight?"

"Of course. Career wise. And personally."

"Just be careful and make sure you go into this with your eyes open."

Nodding, Colby forced a smile. "I will." She would try to, at least, or so she told herself a short time later, when she left the gallery, to return to her small apartment where she set out to work on her current projects.

She had been home for less than an hour, when there was a knock on her door and she opened it, to her surprise, to find a delivery man there with several beautifully wrapped boxes in hand and when Colby tried to explain that she had not ordered anything, he smiled and simply said it was a gift from Mr. Morgan.

In a trance, Colby carried the boxes inside, where she set them on the bed, and with her hands trembling, she began to open them.

The first box contained a glorious, shimmering white satin floor length gown with thin shoulder straps and a dipping neck and back line...it was the most perfect thing Colby had ever seen and she stared at it for a long time, before opening the remaining boxes to discover long elbow length white gloves, matching shoes, and the clincher come in the last box, where she found a beautiful pearl choker paired with matching earrings.




A Matter Of Trust



"Christ..." She sank down on the bed, not knowing what to do...never had a man she knew given her such amazing gifts...she didn't know if she should accept them or not, and she was seriously considering calling Wendy, to ask for her advise, when the phone rang and she reached for it, her hand still trembling, as she somehow sensed just who was calling.

His voice was as warm and rich and deep as she had recalled and hearing it made her shiver inside when, without introducing himself, he asked how she liked the gifts.

"This is all very beautiful, but I can't accept any of it." 

"Why not? What is the harm?"

"The harm is I barely know you and..."

"I think you will look like a princess in that dress." He cut her off, smiling as he thought about her...she had been on his mind all morning and Colby felt a rush at his words.

"Justin..."

"Humor me, Colby. Please. I want to see you in that dress."

"I..." He was strongly compelling and she was tempted as she looked at the dress.

"Be my princess for the night." His voice was soft and seductive and Colby realized she didn't have the strength or desire to deny his request. "Seven o'clock." He was looking greatly forward to seeing her again, she sensed as much, and it made her feel a little thrill, as she hung up the phone after he did.

She set on the bed for a long time, arguing with herself, telling herself that she was insane...yet she didn't care...she wanted to see him again and she wanted to learn more about the man as well as what he had in mind for her work...she went over it again and again in her mind as she gave up on painting for the day.

Carefully, wanting to be as perfect as possible, she began getting ready two and a half hours before Justin was set to arrive...she did her make up with a steady hand before she put her hair up only to take it down so she could arrange it once more in a complicated twist that left several curls falling around her face.

The effect, she decided, was lovely...simple...elegant...just what she had wanted, or so she realized as she started at herself in her bedroom mirror, realizing the dress displayed her figure to perfection, indeed making her look something like a princess. Justin's princess, for the night at least...the thought made her face feel flushed and she willed herself to appear calm and in control and not at all as innocent and naive as she knew herself to be, when a knock at exactly seven o'clock alerted her to Justin's arrival.

Trembling inside, anxious and excited and unable to deal with the endless emotions she was feeling, Colby went to open up the door...and when she did, the whirlwind, as she would come to call it, began in a flash as she looked up at him, drinking him in as he stood there in a dark suit, smiling, appearing too perfect to be real.

He commented that she looked lovely...she blushed and accepted his help her coat...then they were out the door and his waiting car and Colby instantly found herself bombarded by a host of questions. He fired them at her very rapidly. He felt nothing was too personal to ask and she was surprised to hear herself give him the answers he sought...she told him that all her life she had wanted to become an artist...she loved the city though she felt a little out of place at times and she wanted very much to be a success in her chosen field which was why his wanting to display her work was a dream come true.

"You have an amazing talent, Colby." He looked hard into her eyes as they set close in the back of his car and she smiled.

"That is kind..."

"It is true and others will realize as much."

"Thank you."

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Don't thank me." She was so sweet and so damn innocent...he needed to walk away...but he knew he wouldn't as they arrived at the restaurant and she felt overwhelmed as he walked her inside, a hand placed on the small of her back as he guided her through the room.

She was too aware of him, as a man, to take much concern with what surrounded her, though she did realize the décor was elegant...beautiful...she sensed eyes watching them as they moved through the room to a private area that Justin had arranged for them.

It had been his desire, from the moment he met her, to give her the royal treatment, to make certain she had a lovely time and each smile she offered assured him that she was very happy to be with him...each smile made him feel warm inside as they sampled a variety of items from the menu, including rich dessert filled with sweet, somewhat smoldering chocolate syrup that Colby savored as Justin fed each bite to her, his eyes on hers.

"That is really amazing." She took a sip from her water glass and Justin smiled.

"Not as amazing as watching you eat it."

"Justin..."

He scooped up another spoon full, sitting close to her. "Open up for me."

She did as he asked, already knowing she would do anything he asked as the warm chocolate filled her mouth...she could feel a small speck of syrup on her lip and she lifted her hand, to brush it away, but before she could, Justin leaned close...his tongue sneaked out and he licked away the chocolate, causing her to gasp.

It was a simple touch, yet it was the most sensual she had ever known and it made her heart thunder as Justin set the spoon aside and Colby tried but failed to draw in a deep breath in the moment before he cupped her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers briefly before he took her full possession of her mouth.

Of their own accord, her lips opened to him as her arms went around his neck to hold him close...closer...she wanted to feel him pressed hard against her and Justin sensed as much as he stood, still kissing her, never allowing his tongue to cease in exploring her mouth that tasted like warm chocolate...sweet warm chocolate that tasted better than it ever had before as he tasted it from inside her lips.

A hand tangled in his hair, savoring the soft strands tickling her fingers, Colby made the decision to hold nothing back...nothing...if this was meant to last only one night, she fully intended for it to be a night neither she nor Justin would soon forget; she wanted it to be the night she would recall with fondness for the rest of her life...her night with a man who made her feel beautiful and special and wanted.

"Colby..." He cupped her face once more as he eased back to look down at her, dying a bit inside as he saw her kiss swollen lips and passion glazed eyes. "I want you. It is, for me, as simple as that, sweetheart. I want you. But I need to be honest with you. I need you to know, to understand, that I can't promise you anything beyond tonight..." His words faded, but she smiled and touched his cheek tenderly.

"I understand. I do. And I don't need promises."

"You deserve better than..."

But she was shaking her head, looking wise and serious. "I deserve a chance to take a risk and take what I want and what I want right now is you." She wanted him more than she had ever thought it possible to want a man and Justin smiled almost sadly, as he looked down at her wide, trusting eyes...he could have fallen right into those eyes, he realized, but refused to consider just what it meant, as he took her hand and quietly, he lead her from the restaurant out a back entrance to where his car was waiting.

Together, they crawled inside, and once they were seated, he drew her to him, sitting her on his lap so he could kiss her again...kiss her as if he wanted to devour her...take her deep inside himself to a place where he could keep her warm and safe, though he knew, for a fact, that no such place existed within his soul, but suddenly, he wished it did, as she pulled back to draw in a ragged breath.

Several curls had escaped her twist and he reached up and tugged aside the clip so the others could fall freely to her shoulders...tangled and wild her hair framed her beautiful face to perfection and he smiled, as she rested a hand on his shoulder with the other played lazily with the stands at the back of his neck..

"Colby, I think I need to explain something to you now, before we find ourselves at my place, because the last thing I want to do is spring a surprise on you..."

His words ended when she touched a finger to his lips and in her eyes, he could see an understanding that surprised him profoundly. "You don't have to explain. I know. At least I know to an extent about...well I know how you like to..." Her face felt as if it were on fire as she looked at him meaningfully, hoping he could decipher what she was trying but failing rather miserably to say.

"How I like...."

"To have sex." She finally blurted it out badly, which gave him pause.

"And I suppose you know that via Wendy."

She slowly nodded. "Please, don't be angry with her. I think she just wanted me to be prepared for what might happen tonight." 

"She cares about you a lot." He tucked a curl back behind her ear. "I don't blame her, for wanting to warn you as to what to expect.." For a moment, he wanted to ask if Wendy had told her anything else about him, but he resisted the urge, suspecting the answer was yes...something in Colby's eyes suggested she knew more than he wanted her to, more than he was comfortable with her knowing, truth be told, but there was little he could do, to take away the knowledge.

"What Wendy told me didn't alter my wanting to be with you tonight."

"Are you sure? Really sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I don't think I could be uncomfortable with you, but I...I should warn you that I am not very experienced." She wanted to be honest and upfront with him. "I never dated a lot, when I was back home and..." She lifted one shoulder, looking ill at ease with herself and once again he felt an odd stirring in his chest,

"That isn't a problem for me, baby." Justin spoke to her softly, in the most intimate and gentle tone she had ever known. "I want you. Simple as that. I want you and I swear to you I will never hurt you and I will take all the time in the world making love to you." His eyes gently reached into hers, backing up the promises he had made in the instant before he kissed her again, slowly and tenderly, his hand warmly placed in the back of her neck as she sank into him, lost in the sensations created by his touch.

For the remainder of the ride, they kissed, clinging to one another as they did...he slid his hand along her thigh...cupped her breast through her dress...his lips played over her neck until he had her gasping and for a moment, he was tempted to take her then and there. Right in the car...in the backseat...he wanted to push up her dress and bury himself all the way inside her until the world and the pain he was forever trying to escape disappeared forever.

It was yet another thought that troubled him, how easy it would have been to totally become submerged in her...lost in her...he sternly willed himself keep in control as they finally arrived at the building that housed his apartment.

He held her hand as he lead her to the elevators, and when they went into his apartment, like at the restaurant, she didn't take time to notice what surrounded her...she was focused on Justin and what would soon transpire between them.

Once inside, Justin locked the door and then turned to face her, shucking of his suit jacket and tie as he did...his eyes never left hers as he stalked across the room to her and without a work, he swept her into his arms and kissed her hard, driving his tongue deep into her mouth as she whimpered and held tightly to him.

She could fee his strength and power...she could feel the tension coiled in his muscles, as he held her, pressing her against his chest as the desire arched and burned between them like a wildfire as his hands roamed down her back to cup her bottom.

"Do you trust me, Colby?" His lips lingered near her ear as he asked and she shivered at the feel of his warm breath tickling her skin. "I need you to trust me. I need you to trust and know I will never hurt you..." He nipped at her earlobe with his teeth and she groaned and he smiled, suspecting the sweet junction between her thighs was already wet.

"I...I trust you..." Breathlessly, she leaned back to find his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded slowly. "Very. I trust you." And she did. It was strange, but she trusted in him on a primitive level that felt very natural and right as he again took her hand and quietly, he lead her down a long hall to a closed mahogany door.

Retrieving a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and pushed it open before reaching inside to flip a switch along the wall, instantly flooding the room with a soft, sensual light that drew her inside even as Justin compelled her to move forward by gently placing his hand on her back.

Watching her face, Justin smiled at her reaction as she got her first real look at the room dominated by a large bed with a solid wood frame...no windows...various items that she did not recognize were displayed in the walls while a cushioned bench set in one corner and in another, a long chain with handcuffs attached to it dangled from the ceiling.

"Still okay?" He stood behind her as he pushed the door closed and she nodded.

"I think so...I just never..." She turned to look at him anxious.

"Nothing in this room will ever be used to cause you pain."

"I believe you."

"There are, however, a few rules."

"Rules?" Her eyes were beautifully wide.

He nodded, looking sudden serious and still so wonderful handsome she felt her heart begin to race wildly. "Rules. Are you ready to hear them?"

She nodded, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she prepared to hear just what it was he had to say.

"First of all, when we are in this room, I am in control." He said it firmly and she gave a slow nod. "I said I will never hurt you, and I mean that, but I need you to turn control over and not question what I say or do." He knew he was asking a lot, especially from a girl who didn't have any experience in the games they were about to play, but he could see in her eyes that she was eager to please him.

"I can do that. I can trust you."

"Will you do whatever I ask?"

"Yes."

He smiled easily. "When we are in here, I want you to call me Master."

"Master?"

"Can you do that, Colby?"

"I...okay..." She felt her stomach clench but not in fear...she was excited and she knew it as she looked up at him.

"Very well, then sweetheart." Stepping back, he leaned casually against the door, calm and clearly feeling comfortably in control as he folded his arms over his chest and looked her over with openly admiring eyes.

"What..."

"Shh...only speak when I make it clear I want you to speak."

Nodding, she let him know she understood.

"Now, sweetheart, I want you to do something for me...I want you to undress yourself for me, Colby." His eyes seemed to challenge hers and she felt her face burn...something deep inside her belly trembled, but she pushed aside all her anxiety and uncertainty, having made up her mind that this was something she wanted to do for Justin.

Her hand shaking slightly, she reached behind herself, to unzip the dress and slowly, she freed herself from the garment...her eyes went to Justin as the dress slid down her body to pool at her feet in a satin puddle, leaving her to stand before him in a simple white bra and white lace underwear.

She made a stunning sight standing there, her full breast barely covered...he could see her pink nipples pushing against the thin cloth as his eyes moved over her, taking in every ivory inch...every flawless inch that seemed as close to perfection as he had ever seen as Colby tried to take a deep, calming breath.

"You are beautiful, Colby. Do you realize that?"

She shook her head, a lump suddenly in her throat...no one had ever looked at her as Justin did and it was doing odd things to her emotions.

"You are beautiful. I assure. I have never seen anything so beautiful." His voice as well as the look in his eyes made her feel warm as he smiled. "The bra. Take off the bra and then, I want you to take off your underwear, Colby." The demand was made gently, but her desire to obey it was undeniable as she worked the front clasp on the bra, easily and effectively freeing her breast...full ivory breast capped with dark pink nipples already hard with arousal and Justin watched her movements with intent fascination.

Bending at the waist, she tugged her u underwear down her hips...her legs...Justin could not take his eyes off of her and Colby sensed, on some intimate level, that she had his full and total attention as she stood up, her hair all the more disarrayed as she stood there, completely and totally naked in what Justin saw as her glorious glory.

Pushing himself from the door, he moved towards her and instinct told Colby to stand perfectly still as he slowly circled her several times, carefully looking her over...seeing her breast and her bald cunt...he could see the moisture there, glistening on the pretty pink lips as he finally paused to stand before her and she lifted her eyes to his demurely.

"Come with me." 

As he said it, he extend his hand, which she accepted without hesitation, a fact that pleased Justin greatly as he walked her slowly across the room, to the place where the chain dangled from the ceiling and while Colby glanced up, she said nothing, and she offered no argument when Justin instructed her to raise her arms above her head,

Casually, he fastened a cuff around first her left wrist, then her right, leaving her arms pulled high above her head in such a manner her body was held taunt...beautiful...she looked like a vision as he stepped back to admire her and she felt her breath catch in her chest as he nodded, approving of what he saw.

Abruptly, he moved past her, making it impossible for her to see where he had gone or what he was doing...all she could do was listen to rustling sounds...something opened and closed and then he was back before her with a long, silver vibrator gripped in his right hand and seeing it made Colby half whimper.

"Have you ever used one of these on yourself, Colby?"

She shook her head. "No..."

"No..." He looked at her meaningfully.

"No, Master."

He smiled coolly. "That is better." He loved hearing her call him master, more so than he had ever loved hearing any woman say the word. "However, I must confess that I find that I am a bit surprised that you have never used a vibrator to pleasure yourself, so I it makes me wonder, do you pleasure yourself at all, Colby?" It was an intimate question, but he felt at ease in asking it and again, she shook her head slowly.

"No, Master. No, I don't."

"Why? You are a young woman. Why not touch yourself?"

Her face blazed as she lowered her eyes.

"Look at me when I am speaking to you, Colby."

Quickly, she returned her gaze to his.

"Tell me why you do not pleasure yourself."

"I...I don't really know how..." It was a whispered confession, one she was ashamed to make and Justin sensed as much as he looked at her, his chest tight as he nodded.

"So you have never had an orgasm?"

"No, Master."

"That will soon change." His eyes reached into hers. "I swear it." The need to give her a great pleasure intensified as he looked at her innocent, trusting expression...she had an effect on his sense that was a little unnerving, but he was too wrapped up in the moment to consider it too intently as he flicked a switch on the side of the vibrator, sending life surging into the sleek instrument.

Lifting his hand, totally focused and in tuned to her, he touched the humming, silver gadget to her neck, holding it against her pounding pulse, allowing her to feel the quiver...the steady beat that would eventually bring her to orgasmic bliss, or so he heard himself promise in a tender tone as he trailed the vibrator to the valley between her breast.




A Matter Of Trust



"You have the most beautiful tits." The vibrator in one hand, he moved to cup her left breast in his hand, testing the weight...savoring the soft skin...the fullness...he pinched her nub between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a delightful little gasp from her as she arched her back into the glorious touch he gave.

Her blood was boiling...her heart raced...each time he pinched her nipple she felt an electric like jolt between her legs and it confused as much as it thrilled her senses and Justin watched the emotions, the sensations, dance in her eyes, bright and clear and vivid as he took pleasure in knowing he was pleasing her.

Moving from between her breast, he trailed the trembling tool down her belly, tracing circle eight motions that made Colby shiver...she pressed her teeth into her lip to stifle a loud moan that burned inside her chest.

"You can express yourself, sweetheart.." Justin said softly. "You can scream or cry out if you want, because there is no wrong way to express yourself in here." He understood she felt a great desire to play by the rules...to please him...but it pleased him to hear the sound of her sweet pleasure and he told her that in the instant before he leaned close and wrapped his lips around her already throbbing nipple.

Rolling the nub between his lips, he flicked it with his tongue, drawing a cry from her as she arched her back and clenched her chained fist...fire flooded her and vivid colors such as she had never seen before filled her mind as Justin nipped at her flesh with his teeth while he moved the vibrator lower and lower.

Her flesh was satin soft and sweet and Justin savored touching her as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth...he sucked hard enough to create a sting he then lightly suckled away as she withered and arched and finally screamed.

Savoring the sound, knowing he would hear her scream again and again before the night was over, Justin turned his attention to her right breast just as he lowered the vibrator so he could brush the silver tool over her already swollen clit, drawing from her yet another wild and wanton scream. A wild cry. A pleading sound that made Justin smile as he placed tender kisses on her nipple before easing his way down her body to brush his lips over he belly...his tongue teased her belly button...then he was kneeling before her as she looked down at him and he smiled up at her briefly.

Without a word, offering no explanation for his actions, he slid his left hand between her legs to find her cunt dripping wet...she was soaked...he felt his cock kick hard at the sweet discover as Colby whimpered again, needing the touch only Justin could give her...the touch he was happy to grant as he spread her pussy lips to create a clear passage for the eager to probe vibrator.

Her wet walls were gloriously slick despite the fact that she was tight...so tight that it almost frightened Justin to touch her...yet he had to...he had to touch and explore her and he happily did as much as he eased the vibrator into her a gentle inch at a time as the trembling devise sent sweet shock waves into her sensual chasm.

"God..." It was too much...to intense...the vibrations reached deep inside her, touching her...pleasing her...she felt far more alive than she had ever been in her life as Justin eased the tool in her all the way, turning and twisting it as he did, knowing he was driving her to and over a blissful edge. "Please...please..." She tried to grip the device with her cunt when ever so slowly Justin eased it from her, only to plunge deep again and again, his eyes fascinated by the sight of her pretty pink pussy eagerly accepting the trembling instrument.

No woman's reactions to sensual seduction had ever touched him as much as Colby's did and he savored that knowledge as he increased the pace only to slow it...increase it again and again until, finally, screaming, twisting in the binds that held her, she came hard and fast, dripping vaginal juices onto Justin's hand as he continued to firmly hold the still trembling and pulsating dildo deep within her chasm even as her muscles contracted and tensed and carried her high and far to a place more glorious than any she had ever imagined.

The glorious ripples held her body captive for a long time...held her suspended in the most beautiful sensation she had ever known and she could manage little more than a weak whimper when Justin gently pulled the tool from her quivering body before standing to face her as she looked up at him with wide, passion glazed eyes.

Her skin was flushed, damp with a sweet sweat that shimmered in the soft light...she looked wanton yet innocent and the combination was nearly his undoing as he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss she was eager to return with intense vigor...intense need that he had managed to awaken in her like lava in a volcano that had lain dormant and docile for far, far too long a time.

His hand tangled in her hair, he pulled back to look into her eyes. "In case there is any question in your mind, that my sweetheart, was an orgasm." One of the most intense and for certain, one of the most frantic he had ever seen, much to his delight...he adored knowing he had evoked such a reaction from her as she struggled hard to regain her breath.

"I...thank you..." She smiled up and him and he laughed.

"You are more than welcome and there is more to come."

"More..."

He nodded, amused by her bewildered expression as he released her hair so he could trail a finger along her cheek. "Much more. I still intend to fuck you." He noticed she shivered at the words and he again smiled before again disappearing from her vision, leaving her alone for a moment, to simply hang there with odd little aftershocks rippling through swollen cunt as she sighed and closed her eyes for a blissful moment.

It amazed her, to a degree, how at ease she felt with him...with herself...she was bare and exposed and open in a way she had never before been open, yet she felt comfortable as well as safe as the sound of Justin clearing his throat penetrated her pleasure induced fog and she opened her eyes to find him watching her.

"There are so many games I want to play with you." He whispered the confession and she felt hot all over. "But right now, all I can think about is sinking inside you..." He wanted, so much, to feel her warm cunt taking him deep into her...his cock felt ready to explode, he could not recall a time he had been more aroused than he was in that moment as he moved to very carefully remove the cuff from her right wrist.

Instantly, to steady herself, she placed her right hand on his shoulder, and then her left as Justin looked into her eyes, again aware of the simple reality that he could easily become totally and completely lost in her.

"You still with me?" He smiled tenderly and she nodded.

"Yes, Master."

"I love hearing you say that."

"I love saying it." And she did. More than she had imagined possible.

"Good. Very good." As it said it, his hands slid to her bottom, cupping it gently, pulling her to him as his lips claimed hers with possessive intent.

He seemed somehow determined to devour her...to drink her inside himself and Colby was instantly lost as he pulled her closer and she silently followed his demands, lifting herself up so her legs could wrap securely and tightly around his waist.

Her hands tangled in his hair, Colby kissed him back with all the passion she had at her command while holding tightly to him as he carried her across the room and when he set her on her feet, she opened her eyes to discover they were standing beside the massive bed.

"Turn around."

The demand was coolly issued and once more, without hesitation, she did as he said, turning her back to him, yet still aware that he stood close to her.

"I am going to blindfold you now, Colby. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Smiling, he gently wrapped a black satin scarf around her eyes, knowing it was thick and wide enough to fully obscure her vision as it tied it securely behind her head before gently placing his hands on her shoulders so he could turn her to face him once more.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, clearly feeling a little disoriented.

"Good. I want you to enjoy this. I don't want you to be afraid."

"I could never be afraid with you."

The word effected him more so than they should have...to know he had her complete and total trust made him feel warm inside, as if he had been given a precious gift, and in a real sense, Justin understood that he indeed had been as he easily bent so he could scoop her up in his arms before placing her on the bed, flat of her back.

She made a glorious sight, stretched out on the bed, ivory skin...full breast...nipples hard and eager for more attention...it made him smile as he set on the edge of the bed, lifting her arms so he could easily fasten them into cuffs already waiting there.

Silently, knowing she was using all her other senses with extra intent, as her sight had been taken from her, he gently spread her legs...hooked her ankles into padded cuffs, leaving her exposed to him in all her sweet glory as he drank her in. Devoured her with his eyes...it felt almost surreal to see her so perfect and precious and his...for the night...his...he suddenly felt possessive in a manner that was all new to him as he moved back to the bed, carefully easing his weight onto the soft mattress as Colby turned her head in his general direction.

"Shh..." He stretched out beside her, his weight braced on his arm as he looked down at her, his eyes focused on her lips. "Are the cuffs too tight?"

"No, Master."

"And did you enjoy your first orgasm?"

Nodding, she smiled. "Very much so, Master."

"And would you like to have another?"

"Could I?" She sounded so sincerely eager he had to laugh.

"By all means." He trailed a finger down her cheek. "I have never seen anything more beautiful than you, Colby, and I...I want to thank you for trusting me enough to allow us to have this night." It was the first time he had ever said such a thing to a woman and something in the smile Colby offered told him she sensed as much...she sensed the night had a great deal more meaning than either had originally believed it would, but to discuss it at that moment did not seem right, to Justin, at least, as he leaned down and kissed her with expert passion and skill so exquisite she was instantly breathless.

For a long time, he simply kissed her...their tongues danced and mated and seemingly aided in making their souls merge as Justin ran a hand slowly down her body, gently cupping her breast before pinching her already sensitive nipples until she arched into his touch before pulling her mouth from his so she could plead for more.

"Please..." She shifted as best she could in the binds that held her.

"Please what, Colby?"

"Touch me more...please..." 

"Gladly."

Again, he wrapped his lips around her nipples, sucking so hard she cried out in delight and Justin smiled before easing back to blow a breath over he damp flesh which caused her to shiver and whimper all at once.

He knew her nerves were on end...she was on edge and he savored having her there as he returned his attention to her breast that he kissed and suckled and nipped for what felt like an eternity to Colby as shr withered helplessly beneath him.

Totally focused on her, on giving her pleasure, Justin took his precious time kissing his way down her body, until finally he reached the junction between her thighs...he could smell her sweet arousal and it made him smile as he kissed the area just above her swollen clit and when he did, Colby jumped.

"Easy there, sweetheart." He whispered softly. "I won't hurt you." He rubbed his hand along he leg and she shivered, feeling hot and wonderfully weak...she knew what he was on the verge of doing and while she wanted any touch he could give, the fear of the unknown lingered and Justin understood as much as she soothed her with tender words, telling her again that she was beautiful to him.

As he spoke, he watched her...watched as her breast rose and fell with each breath she took...watched as she sighed and flushed and finally, half whispered his name in a tone that grand him all the permission he needed to lowered his head and cover her cunt with his open and eager mouth.

In an instant, his tongue went to fast work on her clit, licking it with such vigor Colby instinctively screamed and arched her back, unable to comprehend the pleasure that washed over her again and again...the pleasure that swept her away on a wild current as Justin easily tortured her clit before delving his tongue into her sensual abyss.

He knew he was driving her mad and he loved it...loved her honest reactions that she was too inexperienced to know how to mask as the pleasure built with each flick of his skilled tongue, until she screamed and thrashed, once again utterly lost in an orgasmic bliss so very intense it seemed to control her mind, body, and soul.

Justin kept his mouth sealed to her as she came, savoring the taste...savoring knowing he had brought her pleasure...made it possible for her to experience what she had never had the opportunity to experience before that night as she lay there, whimpering softly, as he very slowly kissed his way back up her body.

"Sweet, sweet, Colby..." He loomed above her, though she could not see him. "I do so love the way you taste." His lips came down hard on hers, allowing her the chance to briefly taste herself as she lifted her head, encouraging the contact that Justin hated to break as he finally pulled back and stood, staring down at her flushed, beautiful body.

Quickly, trembling from the force of his desire, he unfastened and shed his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor in a heap he kicked aside, grateful, more than ever, that the woman in his bed couldn't see him...couldn't see the scars that had already sent one woman running from his life in an exist that had proven to him, once and for all, that no one could or ever would accept what he himself couldn't

Pushing aside the memory, desperate to forget any and all pain, at least for a time, he moved to unhook the chain on her ankles, allowing her a moment to move her legs about, to restore sensation as he watched in utter silence, knowing she wondered where he had gone and what would come next.

"Colby?" Softly, he said her name and she turned in his direction.

"Please..." She half whimpered. "Please..."

"Please what, sweetheart?"

"Please don't stop...please...I want more."

"And what is you want, sweetheart?"

"You..." Her breath caught in her chest. "I want you...I want you inside me..." What he had done to her thus far had been astounding, but she wanted more...she wanted him in the most basic sense and Justin smiled, feeling primitive and oddly protective as he eased back onto the bed to stretch beside her once more so he could brush a damp curl away from her passion flushed face.

"I want to be inside you. Badly." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I just don't want the time to come when you will regret any of this."

"I won't. I can't." She wished she could see him. "Please." It was the only real plea she could offer...she knew nothing else to say to express to him what she wanted as he kissed her again, teasing her with his tongue, needing her in a way that he had never before needed anyone as he once again began a slow exploration of her body.

Each inch he came to, he laved with attention, kissing her and licking...suckling...he felt her arch and burn beneath him and the feeling was a most glorious sensation, one he very much wanted to make last, but his body had demands and intentions of its on and they simply would not be ignored as he finally found himself perched between her still beautifully wide spread legs.

"I can't hold back, baby." He sounded ragged, his control was in splinters. "I need very much to be inside you..." Buried as deeply as he could go, he thought but didn't say as Colby tried to spread her legs even wider, to give him access and Justin smiled, feeling all the more aroused as he moved to hook his arms beneath her knees so he could bend her legs forward and so high they nearly touched her wildly quivering breast.

She looked wanton and perfect and resisting his basic urges a second longer seemed impossible as ever so slowly, he eased into her...into the warm wet cunt that stretched to allow him to sink deeply into the sweet abyss that gloved his cock as if it had been made for him and him alone.

It was astounding...glorious...he eased into her only to draw back and repeat the action again and again...he sighed each time he submerged himself inside her while Colby arched her back high, pushing her hips downward as she did, doing all her limited freedom would allow in her effort to maintain and increase the contact. The mating. The perfectly heated and undeniable passion that burned between their united bodies...it went on and on as Justin held to her legs, gripping almost painfully as he began to trust faster and harder...he closed his eyes and basked in the feel of her slick walls yielding eagerly to make way for his throbbing cock as Colby grunted and groaned and finally, begged him repeatedly to move faster and faster and shove hard...higher...faster...she was screaming his name frantically when she came like a wild eruption that went on and on endlessly.

The instant after she came, Justin did as well...he threw his head back and cried out as her tight, wet walls milked him thoroughly...he spilled into her like lava, heated and powerful in intent as his heart raced against his chest that heaved as he tried hard to take in a breath his passion parched lungs desperately needed.

For a long time, he stayed as he was, perched on his knees, buried inside her...lost in her and all she made him feel as the sweat on their bodies began to cool and Colby moved her head aimlessly, brushing a tongue over her swollen lips as she sighed his name and Justin whispered hers back in a tone so tender it sounded unfamiliar to him.

Finally forcing himself to pull from her was the hardest thing he had ever done and Colby instantly felt empty when he was gone...when he was no longer merging his flesh with hers in the most amazing sensation she had ever known; a sensation that seemed to be almost a religious like experience as Justin finally returned to the bed, after a brief venture to the small restroom where he had taken the time to clean himself and step back into his pants.

Allowing Colby, or anyone woman to see him, even post passion was completely out of the question...there were certain rules he refused to break, a reality Colby would later learn, though in that moment, she didn't have the strength or even the will to think as she lay there, a soft gasp escaping her when she suddenly felt a warm, soft cloth brushing over her, gently cleaning her in the most intimate manner.

It was a sweet feeling, the way he seemed to want everything to be perfect for her made Colby feel warm deep inside as finally, the cuffs on her wrist were suddenly removed and an instant later, the blindfold was taken away from her eyes, allowing her to see Justin as he set beside her, again fully clothed, yet undeniably effected by their passionate bout.

His hair was a mess...his lips swollen...his eyes glazed...he looked as satisfied, as pleased as she felt as he caught her hand in his and while their eyes locked, he kissed the inside of her wrist so tenderly tears nearly came to her eyes, and would have, had she not firmly warned herself not to become overly emotional when Justin had already made it very clear to her that any emotional connection was the last thing he wanted with her or anyone.

"I...I don't know what to say..." She sounded as breathless as she felt and he smiled as he shook his head.




A Matter of Trust



"Why don't you sit in the rocker? It is comfortable and you can watch TV for a while." 

You are watching tv with your feet propped up on the hope chest. You look up and are a little disappointed to see me in my fuzzy robe with the purple teddy bears on it. 

I walk over in front of you and sit down on your lap and wrap my arms around your neck and start kissing you with long slow kisses, sucking your bottom lip between mine. Your hand starts to move to the zipper on my robe but I stop you. 

"Want to play a little game?" 

"What kind of game?" 

"Do you trust me?" 

"To do what?" 

"You know that I would never do anything to hurt you, don't you?" 

"M . . . yeah?" 

I lean in close and kiss you again. I run one hand down the side of the chair and pick up the wrist restraint that I put there earlier. I look into your eyes as I slip it around your wrist and fasten the velcro. I can tell you are not too sure about this. 

"Trust me. If you start to freak and want up all you have to do is say, "I REALLY want up." That is all, and I will let you go, no questions asked." 

"OK. But you better let me up if I want up." 

"I will, I promise." I give you one more long kiss, then I reach down on the other side and fasten the other restraint there. 

I stand up and back away from you a bit and reach for the zipper of my robe and pull it down slowly. As it opens you can see a little black satin and lace peek through. I let the robe fall to the floor and stand in front of you wearing only a short black nightie. I reach into the dresser drawer to pick up a few toys, then walk over to the bed and stretch out across it. The whole time our eyes never leave each other. 

I lean up on my side and bring my hand up, wetting two fingers before letting them trail down to my breast. I drag my fingers over my nipple letting the wetness cover it, then drag my nails across it, letting you watch as it puckers tight. I roll my hard nipple between my fingers pulling it slowly and steadily as I go. Mmmmm. 

I run my hand own down to my pussy lips and tease them a bit before sliding them inside. I lift my leg a little so that you can watch as I slide my middle finger inside my cunt a few times, then bring my finger up to my mouth to suck my juices off of it. I reach over and pick up my dildo and bring it to my mouth and slip it inside. I suck it and lick it, just like I would your dick. When it is good and wet I pull it out of my mouth and move it down to my waiting cunt. I slowly move the head around the opening, then slide it all the way in, inch by inch. OOOHHHHH. I start moving the dildo in and out, slowly at first, then a little faster. I pull it out and rub my clit with the head of it then slam it back in again. I make sure that you can hear how good it feels as I fuck myself, imagining that it is your dick slamming into me. I can feel the first wave building. I use my other hand to pull and pinch my nipples as I shove the dildo all the way in and start to shake as I cum all over it. 

As I lie on the bed and start to settle down I look at you. I think you liked what you saw. As my breathing evens back out I pull the dildo out and bring it to my lips and stick out my tongue and lick the head of it. Then I suck it into my mouth and lick it clean. 

I lie back on the bed again and reach for my purple butt plug and the lube. I coat it well and turn around on the bed so that you have a good view of me working it slowly past my rosebud and into my ass past the first bump, then the second, and finally the third till it is all the way in. I reach for the dildo again and use my pussy juice to wet it and slide it back into my hot pussy. I slide it in and out a few times then reach back and pull the plug out to the second bump, then slide it back in again, over, and over. Back and forth between the dildo and the plug. Harder and faster each time till I start to cum again. 

This time when I pull the dildo out I sit up and slide off the bed and walk over to you and hold it up to your lips. You pull your head back and start to protest. 

"It's just my juice on it, nothing else. Don't think of it as a rubber cock, think of it as my toy covered in my juice. For me?" 

You hesitate but finally open your mouth. I don't put it all the way in, I just hold it and let you lick it a little. When it is clean I turn around and go back to the bed, letting you see that I still have the plug all the way in. This time I pull a pillow to the side of the bed and sit on it. I reach for my vibe and let my legs open in front of you. I reach out and hold the vibe up to your mouth and you stick out your tongue and lick it for me. I move it down to my pussy and tease my clit with the tip of it then turn it on, running it over my lips and clit in wide slow circles. Every few circles I rock on the pillow, moving the plug in my ass. I start making the circles smaller, brushing my clit more, harder.
I use my other hand to pull my nipples again. I open my eyes and look into yours as I start to cum for the third time. Oh sugar, what I see in those eyes. The want, the hunger. . . 

I stand up, a little shaky, and walk over to you and straddle your legs. I reach down for your rock hard dick and guide it to my tight wet cunt and sink down over it, sighing as I feel it sliding in, stretching me out. I lean in and kiss your wonderful lips and as I do I rock my hips forward just a little, feeling you slide even deeper. As I lean back I rock on you again and I can feel your sharp intake of breath. 

I reach for the vibe and slip it between my pussy lips again. I can tell by the look on your face that you can feel it. This time I lock my eyes to yours and watch as I move the vibe around teasing my clit and then letting it brush against your dick before moving it back up again. As the pleasure builds I rock against you but I know that you need more movement, more friction before you can cum. I hold the vibe just under my clit and rock down on you hard as I cum again, drenching your dick. As my eyes clear again I can see the need in your eyes, but I am waiting. I start rocking again, not too much because I am getting very sensitive now. I toss the vibe on to the bed and use my fingers over my clit. I rock a little faster and a little harder, the walls of my cunt milking you with each pulse through my body. 

Finally you look me in the eyes and say it, "let me up." 

"No." 

"Dammit, I said let me up." 

"No. You didn't say it right." 

" I REALLY want up, NOW!!" 

I reach down and undo the restraints, both at the same time . . . 



A Matter of Trust



"What do you mean you're defective?" Ryan asked.

We were walking, enjoying the downtown buzz of activity with the city lights enveloping us as people laughed and went about their plans. We were discussing sex, a subject for which I should have had a de facto degree. I had just finished telling him something that I was sure he already knew, but apparently didn't.

I looked up at him. "We've talked about this before, haven't we? I've told you this before, right?"

"No, you haven't told me before. What does that even mean?" He looked back at me, a curious look on his face. Sighing with resignation, I answered him.

"It means I've never... had an orgasm with a man." I watched as his eyes widened with surprise as the words registered, and I could feel my face flush with unease. At 32 years old, the idea that I would never be able to be that responsive with a man was starting to scare me. Whenever I thought about it I could feel small panic waves attack my insides. It wasn't that I didn't know how to have an orgasm, I had done it to myself plenty, I just couldn't seem to let myself reach that point with a man and so I had given up trying, resigning myself to defective status.

"Never?" he asked incredulously.

I could tell from the question that he was still trying to fit that reality with the picture of horniness and mischief I usually presented. When it came to sex I was insatiable, and he knew it. I talked about the subject almost non-stop, and he had heard the stories of nearly all of my sexual escapades, so this was probably the last thing he expected to hear.

"Not with a man." I emphasized that sentence, not wanting him to elevate me to freak status. It was bad enough that I felt defective in bed.

"Never? No hand, no mouth... nothing?"

I sighed. "Never. No orgasm by hand or by mouth... nothing." I looked at him through lowered lashes, and my voice lowered to almost a whisper. "Surprised, huh?"

He paused in his stride, glanced away, and then looked back at me. "Yes. But more frustrated than anything."

"Why frustrated?"

"Because I want to help." He let out a growl, and looked at me once again. "I know I can help."

I laughed, and shook my head. I'd been having sex nearly every day for 16 years and my sexual experience was not something to be dismissed or even laughed at. "I love your self-confidence, but... I don't know... It's complicated."

"Is it inexperience on the part of your partners, or something more?"

"Something more," I responded, cautiously, looking at him. He was taller than I was by about four inches with a medium build. With dark blonde hair and a square jaw, he managed to look both boyish and strong. We'd been good friends for years, and there were many nights that I envisioned myself wrapped in his arms, safe. Nevertheless, there were still certain secrets that I kept to myself. Secrets no one knew. Still, if ever there was a time to confide in him, maybe it was now. Taking a deep breath, I spoke again. "Something more. I have trouble trusting my partners. I can never seem to relax enough to let them have total control."

He looked directly into my eyes, searching for answers. "What happened, Bren?"

I told him about the attempted rape and about the partner I had at 20 who liked to try to strangle me after he orgasmed. The events long in the past no longer hurt as much as they had years before, but telling him still made me feel like a load had been lifted from my shoulders. "I am always turned on when we start. I'll get to the point where I think it's going to happen, but then I freeze. It sucks!" I exclaimed emphatically attempting to lighten the mood. He laughed.

I watched his face in reaction, enjoying the display. He grinned, grit his teeth, then sighed, grinned again, then worried his lip. It was almost as though he were having a conversation with himself that he wasn't sure he was winning. I turned my head away so that I could laugh silently, and then looked back. This time, he looked determined, and my heart thudded in my chest. It was a look I has seen before when he had an issue to tackle. It was a look of single-minded resolve-- and this time, I thought, the thing he wanted to tackle was me.

I swallowed hard. Although Ryan had been a good friend for a long time, I had never let myself cross that barrier between friendship and a sexual relationship, too afraid that I'd lose him. Time however was not moving slowly, nor did I believe that I had forever. A belief possessed all too often by the young. And I wanted to cum with a man. Damn, I wanted it so badly! My face flushed and I took a deep breath. My desire, hopefulness, and attraction to him were enough for me. "So, you really want to try?"

"Yes. I do. But, you know that once we cross this line we can never go back? Things between us will never be the same."

"I know. Is that a bad thing? You're one of my best friends. Maybe taking this step... maybe it was meant to be." At that moment, in that time, I could see myself with him forever. However, I was worried that he wouldn't feel the same. I listened as a sigh escaped and watched as he considered his response.

"No. It wouldn't be a bad thing. I've always been curious what it would be like between us. If we're going to find out, I can't think of a better way to go about it." He grinned and I felt my mouth curve up in response. Yeah, if we were going to give a relationship a go, what better way than working toward the single-minded goal of making me cum. I could live with that.

He walked to a secluded spot not far away -a very narrow ally between two buildings that was blanketed in darkness. The shadow cast his face in a steel gray, highlighting the determined set of his jaw. My body started humming with expectation as I followed. I was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, so giving him access to my body was easy, but I had no idea what he was intending to do.

"So big buddy, what do you have planned?" I smiled flirtatiously and watched as he inhaled deeply- as if he were looking to gain courage by sucking large quantities of oxygen. "Do I need to strip, or what?"

He took another deep breath and looked at me. "No, I'm just going to..."

I watched as he descended closer to my body, not aiming to kiss me apparently, as the top of his head was getting more and more visible, but... Cool bare hands hit the soft skin at my waist and I felt the cool breeze drift under my shirt as it was slowly lifted up to reveal my breasts. My nipples hardened into pellet points from the shock of the chilly air. I gasped as his mouth quickly snatched one up and then I felt a loud groan escape from my throat. His mouth was everywhere. It moved non-stop, and I could feel my innermost self swell and gather liquid. He had a hurricane tongue that wrapped itself around me repeatedly, and I felt dizzy as the blood rushed from my head to the lower extremities of my body. I kept thinking that if this were how my body was going to respond to him sucking on my breast, then we definitely might get somewhere.

I opened my legs to let his hands in and felt one descend to my thigh as he shifted position, his mouth moving to my other breast. I closed my eyes and tried to control the urge of my body to collapse against him, forcing his mouth to stay locked in place. I wanted his mouth to keep its pace, fastened at my nipple. My fingers threaded through his soft hair to hold him there.

The hand that was resting on my thigh moved up slowly, his thick fingers crawling their way up and inside of the leg opening at my shorts. I felt his thumb move between the juncture at my thigh and felt it maneuver its way under the fabric of my thong. It moved steadily over to one of my pussy lips and then followed the curve downward before one of his fingers joined it. I opened my legs further, but the movement nearly sent me toppling. I growled in frustration.

I shivered as his mouth left my breasts and traveled upward, his lips finally coming to rest on mine for a slow, lingering kiss. His mouth was wet, soft, and tasted of the spearmint gum he had been chewing. He growled against my mouth, and the vibration echoed through my body in a wave of yearning. I could barely stifle a large feeling of disappointment as he moved away.

"Sorry..." I muttered. "I guess this isn't going to work." My chest constricted with a surge of self-pity and anger. I had gotten my hopes up for overcoming my defective status, and here I was again, frustrated even more. I heard him chuckle and felt my face flush with another wave of embarrassment.

"Sorry for what?" he asked. "We're not done yet, dear. However, we do need to find somewhere else to go. I need better access to your... access." He laughed, and I looked at him, a helpless smile sweeping across my mouth.

Wiggling my eyebrows at him, I simply said two words. "My place."

Ten minutes later, we were back at my apartment, giggling like a couple of kids. We bounced up the walkway holding hands and through the front door into the living room. My body purred with excitement, my juices dripped down through the folds of my pussy, and my heart raced.

I took his hand, still held in mine, and tugged him gently toward the bedroom. We walked slowly around the furniture to the hallway, growing quieter and quieter with each step. My ears were homed into his heavy breathing, and I wondered if he was still as confident as he had seemed earlier that evening.

We reached the bedroom, our eyes taking a moment to readjust to the darkness of the evening, and we both looked at the king size bed before turning to one another. I looked around the room once, my mind racing. I didn't have a condom. Unless he did, sex was out of the question, and if we weren't going to have sex... I paused, walking away from him to the head of the bed disappointment making my stomachache.

"I forgot that I don't have any condoms." I nibbled my lips somewhat guiltily and heard him move to stand behind me. I could feel a breeze against my neck as it wafted through my hair. His hands rested on my shoulders.

"I don't either. I wasn't exactly expecting this to happen... at least not without a lot of convincing." He sighed, the air tickling through my hair. "I never wanted to hope. You never seemed interested. But since we have this moment, I still want to try. Well, I still have fingers."

My heart skipped a beat and my breathing tripped over itself. I knew what he had meant, and I would digest it later, but right now, a greater hope and need were taking over. He still. Had. Fingers.

I placed one knee on the bed before realizing that I still had my clothing on. Shaking my head, I put my leg down and stripped away my shorts, the nylon fabric swishing its way to the ground, and crawled onto the bed.

He stood there at the side, fully clothed. He didn't attempt to kiss me, didn't attempt to feel my breasts or touch my body, he just stood there. His gaze resting fully on the V of my legs, where the brown hair was visible above my clit, and where shaved lips dipped down and disappeared between my legs. I watched as one arm slowly came up from his side and stretched out to grasp one of my thighs, one hand resting under my knee. He bent my right leg so that it jutted out and away from the other, my foot resting across from my left leg at knee level. I laughed at this. "You have to adjust them just so, huh?"

His hair flopped against the top of his forehead as he smiled and nodded. "Uh-huh."

His hand moved up the inside of my right leg, brushed close to my pussy, but it didn't stop there. It didn't even touch there, and I let out a breath of air that I had been holding. Again, his hands came to rest on my leg, this time my left and he lifted it and moved it over a little further.

I felt the lips of my pussy part, and knew that I was now fully open to him. A ripple of fear at being so exposed tickled down my spine and I wondered for a moment what he was thinking. But the cool air played with my swollen clit and mixed with the moisture leaking from my opening and my heart hammered in my chest. My fear quickly replaced by the heat of excitement that made its way up my body as I felt his fingers once again resting on the insides of my thighs.

He leaned over slightly, and I felt one thick finger rub along my cunt. He exhaled sharply and groaned out "Oh my god, you're so wet." I watched his face as his eyes closed for a brief period and he stayed for a second completely immobile. I felt a second finger at my opening, easing its way in between my pussy lips seeking that sweet spot that would allow him access to my inner core. Those two fingers stretched me apart very slightly and I felt one of his fingers penetrate me easing up inside. I was still watching his face, and as his finger eased up inside of my hole, I watched his jaw tense and his body tremble. The evidence of his arousal was becoming apparent through his pants as they bulged and became taut.

I licked my lips, trying to wet them, and closed my eyes. His finger filled me completely and I marveled at the feel of its thickness and length. I waited, expecting that moment when I would freeze. The moment when fear would settle in and I would need to take control of the situation. Take control of him so that I knew what would happen. Then, I was no longer thinking. His finger found my G-spot and began to move in a rhythmic back and forth motion. I became all about one thing- being overwhelmed by the yet unattainable force of an orgasm.

His fingers continued their movement, stroking me closer and closer, higher and higher. I grew dizzy and hot. My hips bucked against his hand as it moved tirelessly inside of me, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep any sound from escaping through the open window of my room. My breathing was fast and uneven, and my legs were shaking. Through all this, he continued. His fingers stroked the sensitive spot inside of me over and over until I was quivering. I was nearing the edge. I could feel it. A few more strokes would send me over and I wanted to go over so desperately. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and my toes stretched out tense, waiting. My hips bucked against his hand, and I could no longer hold back the noises escaping from my throat. A few more seconds, just a few more seconds my body cried.

Suddenly, without warning, he stopped. My eyes shot open to look at him, my body quaking in an aftermath of shock at his withdrawal. I looked at him, my face both accusing and questioning, and I growled in the back of my throat before letting out a whimper.

The wail of the siren filtered through the open window and I realized at once that his pager had gone off. I looked at his face, seeing the raw emotions of regret and desire. His voice thick with longing, he whispered. "I'm so sorry. I have to..."

"I know. It's okay. Go."

I watched as he hesitated for a moment and then turned quickly, racing from the room. Somewhere in the City, there was a fire.

I lay on the bed thinking to myself that I was going to die from disappointment, yet, unwilling to finish it myself. Slamming my fist down on the bed, I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, using it to muffle a pitiful wail, as I heard his car start outside and speed away.

The next day, my spirits somewhat restored, I made a decision to try again. He wasn't going to get off the hook that easily, and if he believed he could help- and still wanted too- then I was willing to let him keep trying. I stopped at the store and picked up a 3-pack of condoms, make that two, and then went to meet him at his office. After a brief discussion, we agreed to try again that coming Saturday. He was not on call for the Fire Department, which meant, to my delight, no interruptions.

Those six days flew by in a frenzy of anticipation and daydreaming. At work, I was unable to concentrate, and at home, I was a walking hormone. My fingers massaged my clit on more than one occasion while thinking about the weekend ahead. When it finally arrived, I was more than ready: I was ablaze. But even though I was ready, I still carried a certain amount of skepticism. I still expected that moment to occur where I would freeze, where, in the pit of my stomach, I would remember all those times where it wasn't about pleasure, but about control. But I did trust him. More than I remembered trusting any other man. So my hopefulness kept making me ask-- Could he be the man to, finally, make me cum?

He picked me up at 8pm, and we started driving to a secluded section of the river. It was one of those perfect nights when the earth remembered the heat of the day, but allowed a breeze to sweep through cooling the air for the moon. I wore a sweatshirt and skirt, with no bra and no panties. My baby smooth, freshly shaved pussy was left open and exposed to the night air. As we drove down the dark streets, I revealed the latest to him and spread my legs for his inspection.

I watched as he reached one arm over and slipped it up and under my skirt to caress the folds of my pussy. His fingers gentle and soft, he stroked with feather light movements. I laid my head back against the head rest and enjoyed the feeling of his hands playing with me, my heart racing faster with each intimate stroke. His fingers growing more and slicker with each mile.

With a sudden jerk of the wheel, he pulled off onto a gravel road that led down to the river and parked in a secluded grassy field. I smiled at the idea that he was feeling as impatient as I did. A soft click of the key in the ignition and the car went silent, the loud beat of my heart the only sound. In the space of a second we were frantically kissing and grabbing for clothes. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and they came free one at a time, opening to expose his smooth, muscular chest. My nails scratched along the surface of his skin, clawing and grasping for his body, wanting to draw him nearer. I felt my sweatshirt being pulled over my head exposing my breasts to his view.

His head dipped down to take one in his mouth to suck. Immediately my nipple rose into a strong point as his mouth worked it over and over. I arched into him, my hands reaching for his head to hold him there. Oh, that mouth! I loved that mouth, how his tongue moved again and again. Distracted as I was, I barely noticed that his finger had dipped down and was now at the entrance of my cunt. However, as he entered me, one finger wiggling its way inside, I became aware of that finger and I went crazy with need. Little noises escaped from the back of my throat and I pleaded with him. "Fuck me. Please. I want to feel you. Need to feel you."

Through half lidded eyes, I watched as his car door opened and he walked around to my side, opening the door and pulling me out. I felt his hands slip under my skirt and the fabric slide up my hips, exposing my bare pussy to his gaze. I reached out to unsnap his pants noticing the bulge as I worked the zipper down. I slid them to the ground, dropping them around his ankles. His cock was rock hard and sprang forward as though it had its own sense of direction and knew exactly where it wanted to go. He was thick and curved up, and I groaned at how incredible it looked, anticipating the feel of him inside of me.

My hand reached out and encircled him, and I marveled at how soft his skin was, and yet how he felt like steel beneath my palm. I watched as his teeth savagely tore open the packaged condom, and I took it from him to cover his cock with it. With a strong movement, he lifted me up to sit on the hood of the car and slid into me. Gasping at the feeling of him stretching me, I groaned as he started rocking back and forth. The movement of his upper abdomen was hitting my engorged clit, teasing it, and heat was racing through my body, my temperature skyrocketing. I could feel the juice of my pussy dripping its way down between my legs as the shape of his cock worked my G-spot, hitting it repeatedly.




A Matter of Trust



I slowly lost connection with reality. Things came to me in short thoughts. So hard. So hot. Toes curling. Harder. I want it harder. Thank you. So safe. I feel so safe. Don't let go. Don't let me go.

I nearly sobbed aloud when I realized that I could trust him. He was being so selfless, so giving. I didn't need to worry that he'd take control. I could give myself up to him and he would have it. This time in a protective way, instead of violent or angry. My heart gave a little leap and I relaxed completely. My mind drifted back to the immediate. My body screaming, it feels so damn good!

Being turned over. Hands grasping my ass. Being pulled apart. Entering me from behind. Putting one foot on the tire. Open up. Ramming inside. So hot. I'm so hot. That's it. Touch me there. Against. My clit. Rub. Hips bucking. Yes! Please. Don't stop. Begging now. Eyes tightly shut. Closer. Almost there. Please. Please. Please.

His thrusting was hard and even. One hand rubbing my clit, the other wrapped around my breast. I couldn't hold back, and felt myself dive over a cliff. As my pussy convulsed and I gritted my teeth, I came around his hard cock, pulsating and squeezing him over and over. My hands fisted on top of the hood of the car. My eyes shut tightly as prisms of color shot through my vision. I heard a loud groan, felt one final thrust, and listened as he joined me.

Slowly floating back to reality, I listened to his rugged breathing and smiled. "Thank you. I feel fixed."

He chuckled and replied, "Any time I can be of service, Dear." As his arms circled me, pulling me close, I thought that "any time" might also be "every time" and I made a mental note to talk about that later. At the moment, I was happy to simply relax into the sanctuary I had found.



A Matter of Trust



She was like a breath of fresh air. She was witty and fun to be with. Best of all she appreciated me for who I was. I'd gone out with more than a few girls whose whole mission in life, it seemed, was to change me into what they felt their ideal man should be; Janet wasn't like that.

I met her when we both took an evening Photo Shop class at the local college. I'd just gotten into digital photography and knew little or next to nothing about adjusting photographs on the computer. I had stopped using my darkroom and was trying to bring myself into the twenty-first century. That ended up being a lot harder than I thought.

"Shit, now what the hell did I do?" I said looking at the screen. My photograph had just gotten ten times larger than it should have been. Looking at my notes I found the icon that would undo what I had done. "I'm never going to get this," I said in disgust. The woman next to me started to chuckle. "It's not funny," I told her. Now I was more than little embarrassed.

"Yes it is," she looked over at my screen.

"Look, just resize your print by adjusting the pixels or click on the print size you want."

I moved my mouse, clicked on what I thought was the right icon and watched my print get too small this time.

"Crap," I grumbled out loud. Now more than one person was looking at me. "Do you mind; I'm having a problem here, ok?" They stared at me and I glared defiantly right back at them. All the while the girl next to me continued to chuckle, still working on her own print. "I'm just glad my livelihood doesn't depend on my grade in this class. I've never failed a class in my life but I'm sure as hell bombing now," I moaned to myself clicking the undo button for the tenth time in the last half hour. My first class was not going well.

I reviewed my notes and started again. I cropped my picture down to where it needed to be, adjusted the color and contrast and began to feel pretty cocky for the first time that night. I wanted to size it so I could make an eight by ten-inch print. I clicked on size, typed in eight by ten, ignored the pixels, whatever they were, and clicked enter. It got too large again. The only thing that filled my screen was the wing of the bird, no head, legs or body, just the damn wing.

"Jesus Christ," I scowled at my screen and pushed myself against the back of the chair. "Screw it," I flipped the switch and turned off my computer. "Damn, I didn't eject my disk." I was beginning to hate this whole thing. I turned the computer back on, got the usual message about how I'd improperly shut the machine down, and how it was going to have to go through a full diagnostic. "I can't win."

"You're letting it get to you, why don't you relax?" I heard her calm voice tell me. How could anyone be calm in this situation?

"That's easy for you to say, you don't seem to be having any problems."

"Look, I'm having a few problems, but I'm not going ballistic like some people around here. If you want, I'll walk you through it, but you've got to promise not to go nuts on me."

"Ok, I promise, but can I use a curse word or two if it doesn't work?" She gave me the evil eye. "All right, no curse words but if my brain explodes it's your fault not mine."

For the next twenty minutes she controlled the mouse and did all the clicking. I took notes and asked questions.

"Why are you here? You seem to know almost as much as the instructor."

"I've got an older version of Photo Shop and it's only costing me fifty dollars to audit this class. They're teaching off the newest version, and if I see it's worthwhile, I'll pay the one hundred and fifty dollars for the upgrade. If not, I'll just get a little hands-on experience while waiting for the next version to come out. By the way, nice picture, you take it?"

"Of course I took it," I replied a little surprised at her question. "All the pictures on this disk are mine."

"Don't bite my head off, I just asked. Like I said, nice picture. What did you use for a lens?" 

"A Canon F2.8, 70-200mm lens."

"The ultrasonic and internal stabilization version?" she asked.

"Both. Are you a photographer?"

"Not really, it's just that I do a lot of night and long distance picture taking."

"Me, I do mostly sunrises and wildlife photography," 

"After a long night of picture taking, the last thing in the world I want to see is the sunrise; I'm not a morning person." She answered back.

"By the way, my name is Steve."

"Mine's Janet."

"Nice to meet you, Janet. If you don't mind, can we go through it once more with me controlling the mouse this time? I want to make sure my notes are accurate." That's how I met Janet.

We sat next to each other through all twelve classes. What I didn't pick up right away; she took all the time in the world to show me. Sometimes after class we'd stop and have a cup of coffee or a beer. That's how I found out she had a youngster at home.

"I've got to get going," she told me one night. "My mom is watching my daughter for me and it's getting late." With that said she waited for my reply. 

"How old is she?"

"Her name is Tammy and she just turned seven." She caught me looking at her left hand.

"No, I'm not married if that's what you're wondering. Been there, done that once."

"Sounds like it wasn't the most memorable time in your life."

"That's a story for another time when we have more than an hour to kill. See you next Wednesday." She turned around and walked out of the coffee shop. Hmm. Not married with a seven year old. I spent the next few minutes finishing my coffee and trying to calculate just how old she was. She looked to be about twenty-two but let's see, eighteen plus seven, which means she has to be at least twenty-five. I was twenty-seven so I guess there was still no problem. I knew she'd dropped this bomb on me to see my reaction. I hope I passed her little test.

"I made a CD for you of some of my best work," I handed Janet the disc at class the following week. "It's kind of a thank you for all your help over the past few weeks. Believe it or not, at one point I was thinking of dropping out."

"You don't look like a quitter?"

"I'm not, but I just wasn't getting it. I know I was letting it get to me, but I couldn't get my head, brain or anything else around it. So, this is my way of thanking you for your help," I said with a big smile.

"That's it? No money or dinner?" I guess I was a little taken aback. "It was a joke. No one has ever given me something of theirs like this before, I don't know what to say except, thank you."

Class was getting easier now that I had the basics down pat. I still messed up now and then but was holding my own for a change. I didn't pay much attention to Janet. I could see she was preoccupied with her own screen and tonight I kind of wanted to do it on my own. At break we went downstairs, grabbed a couple of cokes and sat outside.

"You're good, you're damn good if you haven't realized that yet. What model Canon are you currently shooting with?"

A Canon 20D right now."

"I, or should I say the company I work for, uses Canon 5D's. They're a step up but for distance I kind of miss the 1.65 conversion ratio of the older models. I'm stuck using a 1.5 or 2.0 extender to get the really long shots," she explained to me.

"How far away are you shooting?" I asked her.

"Well, let's just say I'm using a F4.5 400mm mirror lens with a 2.0 extender most of the time."

"Wow, what are you taking pictures of, hairs on a gnat at a hundred yards?"

"Something like that." Our break was over and we headed back upstairs. "Would you mind if I did some work on theses pictures? You know, clean them up a bit."

"No, they're yours to do with as you wish. They're a little rough, especially some of the black and whites; that's why I'm taking this course, so I can fix what needs to be fixed."

"Give me a couple of weeks and I'll see what I can do. I especially like the one with the two baby birds in the nest."

"I call that one 'The Boys'. They're white egrets and were a couple of weeks old. The two of them were looking over the top of the nest, and had their neck stretched up as far as they would go and their eyes seem to be staring right at my camera. I thought it was a good shot. Everyone who has seen it thinks it's comical as hell."

"Well, it is a good shot and I thank you for the CD."

For the first time I was starting to feel a little more relaxed in class. I wasn't bugging the shit out of Janet or the instructor, and my confidence was growing. I was never going to be great, never had that much free time, but I just wanted to learn the basics. I wanted to be able to touch up prints that just weren't perfect. There was, however, one big problem; I was a perfectionist and competitive as hell. I never accepted anything less than perfection from myself. When I entered a print and it didn't take first place I was pissed. I got a million second and third place awards, but never a first. Maybe after this class I could finally achieve what had eluded me all this time.

Janet was beaming when she walked into our second to last class. "I made you a CD of the three photographs I finished this week, I think you're going to be impressed." 

The photographs were fantastic. "Wow, is all I can say. You're sure these are the same photographs I gave you?"

"They didn't take as much work as you might think. I adjusted the color somewhat and cropped out all the crap so your eyes are drawn to what you took the picture of. You like?"

"I love!" I smiled my approval at her. "This deserves more than just coffee. How about if I take you out to dinner Saturday night?" She hesitated a few seconds before answering.

"I'm busy this weekend, but maybe some other time."

Who was I kidding? A good-looking girl like her had to all ready have a steady boyfriend. I gave her back one of those fake big grins you give someone who has just given you some bad news and told her it was ok, we'd do it some other time.

I turned in all my work the last night of class. I think I had done some solid work and although I didn't expect an A, I was hoping for at least a B. Janet hadn't shown and why would she? She was just auditing the class and wasn't turning in any work, anyway.

"You think you're going to pass? If it were me, I'd probably give you a C+ and make you do the class over," I heard a voice from behind me say. "If it wasn't for the fact that you still owe me dinner, and you don't have a clue how to get a hold of me I wouldn't have even shown up tonight." That boosted my spirits. "Here is my cell and business numbers. Call me, and let me know when you're free. Oh, and by the way, I like Chinese."

"How about this weekend?" I asked, hoping she'd hear the excitement in my voice.

"Let me check my schedule, I work a lot of weekends. Why don't you call me tomorrow night? But if you don't mind, I'm still on the clock so I've got to get moving. Maybe by Saturday I'll have a chance to finish a couple more of your other photographs." I didn't hear much after she handed me her number and said to call her.

Saturday was a go. Instead of me picking her up, she thought it would be a good idea for us to meet at the restaurant. I guess she didn't want me to know where she lived until she found out if I was a serial killer or pedophile. Since I was neither, I wasn't too worried. 

"I've never eaten here, though I've heard nothing but good about this place. They serve both Chinese and Japanese cuisine so if you're into sushi you can get your fill." All this was explained to me when we met at the entrance of the restaurant. This was the first opportunity I had to really study what she looked like outside of class. Short dark brown hair, about five foot four and she couldn't weigh much over a hundred and ten pounds. A little larger than average size nose but had emerald green eyes, which I really loved. Nice ass from what I could tell, but I wasn't too sure about the breasts. I guess I stared longer than I had realized when she asked me if she met with my approval.

"Sorry, this is the first time I've actually looked at you."

"So, what the hell were you doing for the last twelve weeks?" 

"Working at not making a fool out of myself, but I did notice you were easy on the eyes."

"I'm going to let that and you mentally undressing me a moment ago slide.

It was one of those dinners that took all night and I was thankful for that. We started with her, thank God. Janet was bluntly honest about her past and what if anything she was looking for in life.

"My ex was a scum sucking cheating bastard. We lasted three years and that was two and a half more than he deserved. I caught him cheating once and gave him a gift. I forgave him on the premise that if he did it again he was history. When his 'friend' called one night to break their date, I almost broke his neck when he came home from work. I'd already packed up his shit and left it on the driveway in black trash bags. When he started banging on the door and threatening me, I called the damn cops. When he left that night, I never saw or heard from him again. Like I said, my marriage lasted almost three years too long. The only thing he did right was to give me Tammy. She is the most important thing in my life, just so you understand that up front."

"Sounds like he set the bar pretty low for any guy that followed him."

"There is no bar, only lofty expectations on my part. I don't play games and I don't settle for second best; you can ask the five prior guys I went out with. They thought I'd be an easy lay. You know, a hard working single mom who doesn't get a chance to date very often. One who could be wined, dined and bedded if not on the first, but for sure the second date. Are all men really that stupid? Those guys sure as hell were. And the one who didn't want to take no for an answer? Well he's probably still sucking on his left nut after it had a run in with the toe of my cowboy boots," she crowed with a glimmer of a smile. "I'm not saying I'm bad, but bad don't mess with me."

"Let me guess, you're trying to scare me right?"

"Not scare, only inform."

"Well, I've gone out with witches to bitches to a few nice girls who thought that they were God's gift to men. I met only two who I loved and lost. The first one didn't feel I fit her idea of a perfect husband and the other I did something very stupid and lost her but that was a long time ago. Smart people grow up and learn from their mistakes, well I do anyway."

"Must have been something pretty bad to have dumped a nice looking guy like yourself."

"Let's just say I did something dumb and leave it at that, ok?"

"No problem, I don't want to pry or anything like that."

"Spoken like a true woman." I guess Janet didn't quite know how to take that so she hit me from the other side.

"So, what do you do when you're not taking fancy pictures?"

"I run a crew that assembles display booths for all the national trade shows. I work in New York, Chicago, Las Vegas and Orlando. Any trade show that comes to town, I make sure everything is set up properly and all the people displaying are satisfied."

"Trade shows?"

"Yeah, like the new electronics show, the auto shows, home construction and a million other types. They usually run from Thursday until Saturday. I make sure they're up on time and packed up and shipped back out by Sunday morning. If I've got two shows going at the same time, I sometimes pick the show that interests me the most and work that one. I know enough people that if I need something I can always get a good deal from one of my friends."

"Doesn't it get old after a while? I mean doing the exact same thing week in and week out?" Janet asked probably wondering how often I was in town.

"It's always something new and I get to meet a lot of people. The only problem is that it gets a little bit lonely traveling all the time. Eating by yourself, maybe catching a drink in the hotel bar before going up to your room to sleep. The money is good, but that's the only down side."

"Steve, a good looking guy like you, there must be a million girls working the shows that would love to have your shoes parked under their bed at night" she said almost sarcastically.

"Not any more," was my reply to that. 

When they finally kicked us out we found ourselves in the parking lot.

"Well, Mr. Steven Moore I had a wonderful time tonight."

"Well, Ms. Janet Collins I did also," 

We both looked at one another and started laughing together out loud. 

"All right, so I know I'm not getting lucky tonight." I told her with a little sarcasm. She was studying me and I guess waiting for my next line. 

"Now that we've got the first and hardest date out of the way, the next ten to twenty should be a breeze. So unless I'm reading you wrong, you want to go out with me again because I sure as hell want to see you again. This time, why don't you check your schedule and give me a call. I'm free most nights but I'm not the one that has someone else to worry about."

"You seem kind of sure of yourself."

"If I wasn't, there is no way you'd let me do this," I said taking her in my arms and giving her a huge kiss with just enough tongue to make it interesting. Thank God she didn't fight it or drive her knee into my groin.

"That was nice. Maybe we should do this again," she said opening up her car door and slipping in. Through the open window I got another kiss, not as sweet as the first but nice just the same. "A lady doesn't chase a man, so let me know your work schedule for the next two weeks and we'll definitely do this again."

Janet blew me a kiss and the bulge in my slacks told me I was interested in this girl, even though she came across as a real hard ass. The only thing I could figure is that she had been hurt at least once before and was making damn sure it wasn't going to happen again. I wasn't sure what I wanted but seeing her again was high on my priority list.

Between her work schedule and mine we had more than a bit of difficulty getting together for our next date and the ten others that followed. I found out Janet worked for an investigation firm. She wouldn't tell me a whole lot other than to say that she was one of four partners in the firm. When I pressed her and asked what type of investigation work she did, all she would say was that it was all types and most of the time it was confidential so she couldn't get specific with me. I asked if she'd let me go along sometime. She gave me that look I'd grown accustom to seeing, and said not a chance in hell. I let it drop. 

When I suggested a whole day outing at Disney World's Magic Kingdom, Janet informed me that she liked EPCOT much more. "But I'll bet Tammy would probably like the Magic Kingdom better." That, my friend, started a discussion that lasted the entire night. Instead of going out we ordered in after realizing we weren't even close to resolving our issues.

"Steve, I don't include Tammy on my dates. I don't want her to meet every guy I go out because most don't stay around long enough. Tammy is much too precious to me. I don't want her to get attached to some guy only to have him book when things don't go exactly the way he likes. There is no way I'm going to put her through that heartache."

"Look, I don't know where this is all going between you and I, but I would have thought by now you'd see I'm not in it just for your hot body." That brought a slight smile to her face. "Tammy is a huge part of your life, and if we're going to move forward don't you think you owe it to the two of us to meet? Hell, she might hate me and I may think she's a headstrong spoiled brat like her mom and dump your ass." It was my turn to smile this time.

We spent the better part of the next two hours questioning each other's intentions and what we both were looking for in this new relationship. I was nowhere near ready to jump into a serious relationship just yet, but I wanted us to be exclusive going forward. Janet wanted to know what my definition of exclusive was and when I told her she wasn't too happy about it.




A Matter of Trust



"You mean no going out or anywhere with anyone else? How about if it's just a guy friend, you know going out for a drink or two after work? I don't know how jealous or insecure you are about my having friends of the opposite sex, but I do have a few, even outside of work."

"Janet, if you want to date others just let me know so I won't have to worry about putting any effort into this relationship. We can go out whenever and have a good time and leave it at that. However, if you're looking for something more than being in a casual boyfriend girlfriend relationship, then we need to be exclusive. One of these days we're going to be intimate and I don't want to have to worry about who I'm sleeping with."

"You think I'm sleeping around?" an irritated Janet shot back at me. "How about you? Who are you sleeping with?"

"I'm not sleeping with anyone including you, much to my dismay. You just have to make a decision where you want to go with this, that's all. After that I'll know how to proceed." 

It didn't go anything like I thought it was going to. I thought she'd be overjoyed that I wanted to include Tammy in our plans. This girl had major trust issues and I was giving her the opportunity to work them out with me. The only way I knew that could happen was if we were exclusive. I didn't want to have to worry about anyone else mudding up the waters. I also didn't want a third person in our bed so to speak, so I decided to give her all the time she needed to make a decision.

When she called Tuesday and wanted to get together on Thursday or Friday night I told her I couldn't. "I'm going to be in Chicago until Sunday afternoon working the dry-cleaning equipment show at the McCormick Convention Center. I'm flying out tomorrow so why don't I give you a call when I get back or we can talk over the phone in the evenings." Janet wanted to do talk face-to-face but would call me on my cell during the week.

"Steve, I'm going to miss you." That to me said a mouthful.

She called me Friday night just before ten o'clock. I had finished dinner and was listening to the group in the hotel lounge when she called. It was quite noisy and a group from out of town was all three sheets to the wind. The women were getting wild, screaming and laughing. 

"Hey babes, how are you doing?" I said answering my cell.

"Tammy's asleep and I was just finishing up my log sheet when I thought about you and decided to give you a call. What are you up to?"

"Just listening to a pretty decent lounge band before I go upstairs. Everything is going perfect this week. I hope to catch the eleven o'clock morning flight out on Sunday if things go as planned." Just then two drunken women from the group staggered up to the bar, bumped into me and spilling their drinks on me in the process. "Ladies, please watch where you're going," I tried to say in a nice manner. I grabbed a few napkins off the bar attempting to dry my slacks.

"Here, let me help you with that wet spot," one of the two slobbered, also grabbing a handful of napkins. "Maybe we should take you upstairs and get you out of those pants," she declared much too loudly. Her friend snickered."

"That's all right ladies, no harm done." Thank goodness they got the hint and staggered away. 

"Sorry about that," I told Janet when I could finally turn my attention back to her call. "Like I said, some people should just not be allowed to drink."

"It sounds like you're in the middle of a huge party," Janet said speaking loudly.

"No, everyone's just blowing off a little steam. You get these people out of their normal setting, give them a few drinks and they go nuts," I tried explaining to her.

"Well it looks like you've got your hands full. Why don't you call me when you get back in town," she finished up our conversation and disconnected. 

Was it just me, or did she have an edge to her voice before hanging up? I didn't think too much about it and we finally did have 'the talk' on the following Tuesday night.

We had dinner at my place and set down a list or limits when it came to our relationship. We would be exclusive in all sense of the word and Tammy would be included in all our activities where appropriate. She liked the idea of a Disney trip but balked at the three of us having dinner at my place just yet. We were going to take it slow and easy going forward. I felt pretty good about it and filled up our wine glasses again.

"To us," I toasted touching my glass to hers. We both downed our glasses. When I moved forward to put mine on the table in front of us she pulled me to her and gave me the most sensual kiss to date. 

Our lips and tongue made love to one another. She moved from my side to straddling my waist as we continued touching lips and exchanging spit. It had been a long time since I'd had a willing woman this hot in my arms. I was growing rapidly while she ground herself onto my crouch. Can you say lap dance? Because that's exactly what it now felt like. She stopped for a split second and mashed her lips against mine wrapping her arms around my neck.

I don't know what made me do it, but I stood up and with her legs wrapped around my waist I moved towards my bedroom. One slip would have caused us both serious harm and I thanked God my bedroom was on the first floor. I eased the two of us onto the bed and breathed a sigh of relief we'd made it in one piece. Then it struck me, I didn't have any condoms. I figured we'd just be talking tonight and wasn't planning on making my move until Saturday night after dinner. Maybe she was on the pill, I could only hope so.

When our clothes melted away and our lips and tongues got us even hotter I probably should have said something. When I played with her beautiful breasts and did my best to get her nipples rock hard I should have asked, but I was pretty busy at this point. Her pussy was dripping and my fingers were making sure her clit was enjoying every minute of it; that's when I finally asked.

"You don't have a damn condom? You've got to be shitting me?" she said sitting up. 

"You're not by chance on the pill are you?" The look she gave me answered my question immediately. 

"You ok with oral sex? Because if you're not, we're going to have a major problem here," she was frustrated and waiting for my reply.

"I'm more than up for it," I replied and two seconds later I had a muff resting on my mouth at the same time I felt two warm lips engulf my cock. 

Heaven on earth is the only words to describe the feeling going through my brain. I was lapping and sucking away at her pussy as she also worked on me. I wasn't sure about her, but I was getting ready to shoot off. It had been a long time and I'd stored up enough to start my own sperm bank. 

My lips pulled off her pussy for a moment so I could I inform her that I was getting ready to shoot. There was only a two second delay when I felt wave after wave rush over me. By now I was back working on her pussy and was sucking on her clit like it was a tiny penis. With me working her clit and two fingers buried to the hilt in her pussy she finally gave it up with a scream. I kept it up until she went limp and told me to stop because it was too sensitive. Doing a one eighty, I started to kiss her with my tongue giving her a taste of herself before holding her in my arms. Slowly we both finished coming down.

"It's been a long time," is all she said at first. "What kind of bachelor pad are you running here anyway? Who ever heard of a guy not having protection in his night table? For a minute I even thought about asking you if you had a zip lock baggie." We both laughed at that one. I told her that it wouldn't happen again and it never did.

We were a formal couple after that. Nether one of us liked the other's work schedules but we learned to live with them. Whenever I started asking questions about her job and types of clients she pulled back slightly.

"Steve, I can't talk about my clients. About ninety percent of the time there is going to be some type of legal litigation because of what we find out and I don't want to jeopardize any case by discussing it with you."

I didn't like it but understood. "I just don't want to have to start calling you 007 or something like that." I let it all slide.

When I brought Janet and Tammy to meet my parents she was nervous as hell. "Relax, they won't bite and if they like you half as much as I do, you'll do great."

The night went well until my mom and Janet started talking about my past. She told mom about her ex-husband and my mom told her about my ex-fiancée.

"I didn't know Steve was engaged." She gave a surprised look in my direction.

"Yes he was, but that was a long time ago. I guess Steve was a little too wild for his own good back then. They're both lucky they never got married. With Steve's wandering eye and as uptight as Beth was, they never would have made it. Good thing Steve grew up."

I didn't hear everything they'd discussed, only enough to know that I was dead meat. So, I pretended that I hadn't heard a thing and only hoped that Janet wouldn't bring it up. The truth of the matter was that I'd cheated on Beth when I was out of town one week and she had found out about it. It got ugly and even though I begged her to forgive me, she said once a cheater always a cheater. The wedding was cancelled and she gave back my ring. That was five years ago but the hurt and regret were still there, deep down inside of me. I waited that night for Janet to bring it up but she never did. I was about to say something after two weeks, but decided against it. Hell, if she wanted to ask me about it, I'd wait for her to bring it up.

"Hon, I'm going to be out of town the week after next. I'm going to be working the auto show in New York."

"I thought you were going to be doing the ski equipment convention in Orlando?" 

"I was going to, but with all the new cars hitting the showrooms this fall, I want to see them up close and personal."

"Steve, at the prices they're asking for them, you can't afford any of those exotic cars," she reminded me.

"I know that, but I can look, can't I?" 

"And I suppose there are going to be hot models all over the place?"

"But of course, but hon, you're the only hot model I ever want to look at," I said with my best impression of big wet puppy. She punched me in the arm.

This was the big international show. There was a minimum of three teams setting up the booths and running a million miles of electrical wire and computer lines between the routers. It would take us two full days to set up. We also had two update meetings a day to make sure we were on target. By Wednesday night we were whipped. The show was opening at ten o'clock the next morning and we'd all be on hand to make sure everything went as planned.

I was alone in the hotel restaurant doing my best to get down a steak when I heard someone talking to me.

"Would you mind if I sat with you? All the tables are pretty much filled and I hate eating alone." She was cute as hell and had a killer body.

"Sure," I said getting up and pulling out the chair across from mine.

"Thank you," she said sitting down with her tray. "I'm Kathy and this is my first show, are they all this crazy?" 

"Most aren't this nuts, but this is an international show so it's bigger than most. What are you going to be doing?" I asked sizing her up.

"I'll be handing out programs and directing people to the various displays. I hope I don't screw up, I've never done anything quite like this before."

"Relax and don't worry about it. Even if you get into trouble, bat your pretty little eyes at them and say that you're new here but will be happy to help them in any way you can. No guy is going to get mad at you once you've turn on your charm."

"You think I've got pretty eyes?" 

I nodded yes and we both went back to our meals. I was done first and excused myself telling her I had to attend an update meeting.

"Remember what I told you and tomorrow will be a walk in the park for you. Maybe I'll see you on the floor," I said with a smile as I told her good night. Everything was ready and by ten tomorrow morning we'd find out just how good a job we'd done.

Janet called me just after eleven. "Hi honey, how you holding up?"

"I'm bushed and looking forward to this week being over. How's your new project going?" She had informed before I left that they were working on an important case this week.

"So far so good. Mine should be done Saturday night. "You haven't bought anything yet have you?"

"Not yet, but the show doesn't open until ten tomorrow morning. Who knows, maybe I'll drive something smooth, sleek and sexy home on Sunday."

"Look buster, the only thing smooth, sleek and sexy you're going to be slipping into Sunday night is me. I don't have four wheels but I have all the custom features you'll ever need and you should see how I handle the curves." We both laughed and I told her I missed her.

"Don't worry, I purposely left my credit card at home and besides, my bank account couldn't take a hundred grand hit." Hell, I only had five grand in savings and a lot less than that in checking not counting my 401k nest egg. 

I never saw Kathy on the floor Thursday, which was probably a good sign that she was doing ok. These shows always hired all the best looking models in town as nothing more than window dressing and it usually worked. We had two minor problems out of the blocks but that was about it. At about five thirty the first day was finished and I was feeling pretty good about myself.

I splurged for supper tonight and ordered my all time favorite, two lobster tails. I got a bottle of white wine and just started to eat when Kathy showed up. 

"Sit down girl and tell me about your first day on the floor," I said pulling out a chair. We spent the next hour talking and hashing over the first day.

"I didn't think it would be so crowded. I had to replenish my stock every hour."

"Wait until tomorrow and Saturday if you think today was busy. We'll probably have twice the amount of people."

"My feet are shot after being on them all day. I'm not use to standing on a hard surface for eight hours at a crack."

"Get some gel inserts for your shoes, they will make all the difference in the world."

"Steve, have you seen the shoes I have to wear? They're four-inch high heels with a strap here and there just to hold them on. There isn't enough material to hold an insert."

"Maybe you can attach them to the bottom of your feet, you know, on the inside of your panty hose."

"And how pray tell did you come up with that trick? And a better question is how often do you wear panty hose, anyway?" she was now laughing.

"Funny, real funny. I know a lot of girls who work the shows and that's what they do."

"And I suppose you're such a nice guy that you volunteer to help them with their panty hose," she said still laughing. "Opps, I'm sorry Steve, I didn't mean anything by that, I was just joking."

"No offense taken, besides if you're going to make this a short time career you're going to need to know all the tricks of the trade."

"I've already been asked about the tricks of the trade by more than one male exhibitor."

"Kathy, you're going to find assholes everywhere here. Just smile at them and say you're not interested and move on. But don't be surprised if you see more than one girl not walk away. I know more than a few who kind of make their living catering to a certain clientele. It's up to them and I'm not going to judge what another person does." We talked for about a half hour longer and finished my bottle of wine.

"You want to hit the hot tub tonight? I think that's exactly what my body needs."

"I'd love to, but I've got a big day tomorrow and I need as much sleep as I can muster tonight, but thanks for the offer maybe next time." I excused myself, went up to my room and called Janet. There was no answer on her cell. She was probably in her van again taking pictures. She always turned off her cell when she was working. I left a message.

Friday was tough but no problems for a change. Kathy never showed for dinner and all the floor workers were invited to the lounge for drinks on the hotel between nine and ten o'clock. I figured a drink or two would relax me enough so I'd go right to sleep. There was only one day left, but Saturday was usually nuts.

I didn't see Kathy but heard her right behind me.

"I'm not going to tell you again to keep your hands off me," I heard her say. I got up and went looking for her.

In one of the corners she was sitting with a middle-aged man. It looked like he wasn't taking no for an answer and she was more than a little upset. I didn't recognize him as any of my workers and at this point I didn't care who he was; I just needed to put an end to it.

"Sorry I'm late honey, I got tied up on the floor," I said to two surprised people. "Where are my manners? Hi, I'm Steve Moore and I guess you've already met my fiancée Kathy," I said staring right at him. "Honey, we don't have a problem here do we?"

"No sweetheart, this man was just leaving," she said looking relieved at the both of us.

"Yeah, I've got to be going. Nice meeting you both." He disappeared into the crowd.

"Steve, I can't thank you enough. He kept pawing at me and wouldn't leave," she said with that big smile of hers. "I owe you a drink." She motioned over to a waitress.

We spent the next two hours talking and drinking. I had three to her one, but hell they were free so what did I care. When she asked me to dance I accepted but stopped at one when she started getting a little too friendly with her hands.

"You are one hunk of a man Steve. Good looking, smooth and a great dancer. Can I talk you into joining me in the hot tub tonight?"

"Maybe tomorrow Kathy. I've got one crazy day left and I'm going to need my wits about me. I've had one too many drinks tonight and twenty minutes in the hot tub would probably put me right to sleep."

"With me in the hot tub, I'd make sure you didn't fall asleep," she purred with that come hither look in her eye.

"You really are a naughty girl, aren't you? I hope I can trust you to get back to your room and alone because tomorrow will be hell on earth on the show room floor. Get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow."

"That girl was built for comfort," I said to myself. I knew Ferraris that probably couldn't keep up with her once she got going. I felt a stirring in my loins as I hit my room. A cold shower and a check of my messages were in order.

"Hi honey," Janet's message started. "Sorry I missed you but I just wanted to say hi, I love you and can't wait until Sunday. Remember no cars." She ended with that and I turned off the bedside light. I could still see light through the window and after my eyes got adjusted I thought back to a night like this five years ago when another girl who was working the floor came to my room. I answered the door and when she walked in I knew I was in trouble.

I was engaged and never planned on taking her to bed, it just happened or so I told Beth. We'd partied together that night and we both had gone to our separate rooms but she wasn't tired, I guess I wasn't either. 

We didn't make love; more so used one another to satisfy our animalistic needs. We did it three times that night and she did things to me Beth never even dreamed about. We'd never see one another again so there wasn't any regrets or shame, just great sex. The only problem was that when she left my room one of my workers who was also a friend of Beth's saw her. 

I never knew what hit me when I got back home. I first tried to lie my way out of it but when that didn't work I threw myself on her mercy and begged for forgiveness. I was drunk and didn't know what I was doing; it was only sex and I promised her I'd never do it again, nothing worked. She dumped me and never wanted to see me again. There was no wedding; no fiancée, but there was more than enough grief and heartache. I was shit in everyone's eyes. I vowed I'd never make that mistake again.




A Matter of Trust



I walked the show floor Saturday and looked at all the beautiful machines. I must have said to myself 'if only' a million times dreaming about owning five or ten of them, I bought an extra lotto ticket that night. 

"How was your last day on the floor?" I asked Kathy, who with a big smile, said she'd had a blast. 

"It's not half bad once you get the hang of it. I think I almost enjoyed it, and I made money to boot." She looked really great and rested for being on the floor all day. She could have quite a future doing this if her looks held up.

"If you don't mind me asking, just how much did you make a day here?"

"Twenty-five dollars an hour on Thursday and Friday and fifty an hour for today. That also doesn't include my room, food and clothing allowance. All in all, it was well worth it." 

"Well, I saw a few cars I'd love to have one day but unless I win the lottery that's never going to happen."

"Steve, remember, you promised me you'd join me in the hot tub tonight and I'm holding you to it," she reminded me in almost a scolding manner. "The hotel complex gave me a bottle of champagne and I'll bring it along. Why don't we say seven thirty?" I nodded and figured I'd give her twenty minutes in the hot tub before going back to my room.

Kathy was in the tub waiting on me. Her suit consisted of enough total material that if you put both pieces in your hand and closed it you'd see nothing. The bottle was more than half gone and it looked like Kathy was feeling no pain. I poured myself a glass, got into the tub and enjoyed the hot water jets massaging my sore legs and feet. More than once I had to try and control Kathy's feet. Seems they were on a search and destroy mission to get into my shorts. When she got close to me and told me to loosen up, no one was around; I knew I was in trouble. 

"Kathy, if you stay in this tub any longer you're going to be labeled well done." When she tried to get out of the tub she stumbled. I ended up catching her, breasts and all.

"Maybe you'd better walk me back to my room. I think I'm a little dizzy from all that champagne I drank," she proclaimed with a drunken laugh.

I helped her up and grabbed the half empty bottle. More than once she pushed her breasts into my arm or chest on the way back to her room. When we got there she couldn't even find the slot for the room keycard. I grabbed it, pushed open her door and propped her up against the doorframe.

"You want to come in, I've got a warm bed among other things," she said rubbing my dick. "It's just one night and no one has to know," she untied her top and let her breasts fall free in front of my face. "I can guarantee that you won't be disappointed," she tilted her head forward licking my ear and neck.

It took every ounce of moral fortitude to hold her at bay. On a scale of a one to ten, she was a twelve and as willing as she was, I put her at a fourteen.

"As much as I'd probably like it, I just can't. I've got a girl waiting for me back home whom I care more about than a roll the sack with you. Even though you say no one would know, I would know and I could never face her again if I took you up on your offer. So even though I'm going to probably need two cold showers tonight, I'm going to have to pass on your offer."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm more than sure," I replied. "Kathy, let me help you into your room," I said reaching around her to guide her into her room.

"Steve, that won't be necessary," she said tying up her top and speaking to me in a stone sober voice as she straightened herself up. 

"Kathy, you ok?"

"I'm fine and I guess you are too."

"I don't understand," I started to say when she pushed the door open and I saw the reflection in the mirror of another person in her room. "Janet?" I said moving in through the door. "Janet, what are you doing here?" I was stammering now, looking around at all the camera gear. Kathy followed me into the room and shut the door.

"Steve, I can explain all this," Janet sounded like a kid getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Janet, what the hell is going on here?" I asked looking first at her and then Kathy, they both appeared nervous.

"I'm sorry Steve, I had to be sure," were the next words out of her mouth.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I yelled. "This was all a fucking setup?" I was looking at Kathy. "And you were the God damn bait?" I know my face must have turned ten shades of red as I realized what had gone down.

"Steve, it's not as bad as it looks," Kathy said trying to reassure me.

"Kathy," I shouted at her, "I think it would be in your best interests if you keep your fucking mouth closed right now." She threw on an oversize tee shirt and sat on the bed across the room. At that I turned my attention back to a nervous Janet.

"Why? Why would you do this to me?" then it hit me, the conversation with my mom. "I guess once a cheater always a cheater in your book, right?"

"Steve, with Tammy and all I had to be sure."

"Well, I guess you got your damn answer. Satisfied?"

"Steve, please don't be mad."

"What do I have to be mad about, Janet?" I spit back at her. "My girlfriend thinks I'm a cheat and hires some ho to try to get me into bed to prove I'm not worthy of her perfect ass. Oh, I'm sorry. After four days of prying me with sex and alcohol she couldn't do it; that means I must have passed your fucking test. Well, Janet, you can take that fucking test and shove it right up your ass for all I care. So, if you'll excuse me, I've never hit a woman before and if I don't leave right now I just may." I literally ran out of that room.

I didn't go back to my room and when my cell phone started to ring I threw it against the wall of the hotel. Later on I would kick myself for doing that. I was in no condition to drive so I started walking or should say running. After an hour I was still angry but exhausted. I got back to my room just after two o'clock in the morning. I was physically and emotionally drained and fell asleep just after four AM still in my clothes.

My wakeup call brought me back to life. After a shower and shave I headed down to the convention floor. It was a mad house with everyone disassembling their booths and packing up. I got with my lead man, Tim. We went over the schedule and dove headlong into it. Three hours later it was cleanup time.

"Boss, I tried to get you on your phone but it went right to voicemail," Tim told me.

"I had an accident with my phone and will have to pick up another one tomorrow," I explained. "Just make sure everything is cleaned before you shut the doors. I don't need anyone else on my ass today before I leave. You guys did a great job this week and I'll see you Monday." I was out of there.

I checked out of the hotel, returned my rental car and was on a flight home before noon. For once in my life I was glad to be phoneless. The three and a half hour flight home gave me too much time to dwell on my problems. I tried to sleep but my brain and the in-flight movie put a kibosh on that.

Every time I thought about what Janet did I got angry all over again. I felt like a puppet that had been played for four fucking days. I guess this was the big project she told me she was working on while I was out of town. Here I thought she was really working instead of trying her best to get me to cheat on her. The only thing I felt good about, was the fact that I didn't. It would have been so damn easy and Kathy was so incredibly hot, but I'd resisted. I was a lot stronger than I thought.

I landed, got my luggage and walked out to my car parked in the long-term parking garage. All I wanted to do was to go home, grab a shower and a couple dozen beers. I needed to get drunk to ease the pain of being played. 

The answering machine was full. Some of them were from my boss wondering why he couldn't reach me on my cell phone, one from Tim saying that it was now three o'clock and he was heading out because it was all done. The rest were from Janet.

"Steve, please call me we have to talk," and another said, " I'm sorry it was a stupid thing to do, and I'm sorry," were just two of twenty. The last person in the world I wanted to speak to right now was Janet.

When I finished the five beers I had in my refrigerator I started on a bottle of white zinfandel I had in my wine rack. I wanted to get drunk enough to fall asleep so I wouldn't have to relive the last four days over and over in my brain. 

I wondered how far Kathy would have gone if I'd given in to her? I know Janet was in her room Saturday night, but how about Friday when she wanted to go to the hot tub? Saturday, when I'd walked into that room I remembered seeing all Janet's camera equipment and now put two and two together. She was always in the background snapping pictures of the two of us. Jesus Christ, that's why she never picked up when I called her. I got pissed all over again.

When I saw the sun coming in through my bedroom window I knew I was late for work. I felt like crap. I undressed and took a shower. Standing in from of the bathroom mirror shaving, the mirror reflected back to me that I looked like shit. I'd erased all of her messages but walking by, I noticed there were ten new ones. Boy, I must have really been drunk last night; I never heard the phone ring once. I smiled, mission accomplished.

"Damn Steve, I haven't seen you look this bad in years," my boss said when I walked in two hours late. "You're not reverting back to the old Steve are you? God, I'd hate like hell to have to put up with that idiot all over again."

"Just had one too many last night, that's all," I reached for the coffee pot with the hope that some coffee would help me feel human again.

"Good, because we need to coordinate schedules this morning and I need to discuss something with you as soon as possible."

"Henry, give me five minutes to finish my coffee and check my e-mails and I'll meet you in your office." He nodded his approval and walked away. "Now what the hell did I do?"

Of the forty-two e-mails, seventy-five percent of them were garbage. A third took a yes or no answer and the others would have to wait until after my meeting with Henry.

"Have a seat and close the door," he asked his receptionist to hold our calls. "Got the initial feedback from the convention center on last week's show and we seem to have a bit of a problem."

"Oh crap," were the first words that echoed through my brain, trying to recall what we'd screwed up on or had forgotten.

"They called me first thing this morning and said because of how we handled the New York show, they want us to handle San Francisco and Detroit." I had stiffened up and was cringing, waiting for the bad news that I almost missed it.

"Let me get this straight, they liked it?"

"More than liked it, they loved the way you and Tim handled the crews. They said this was the best show they'd had in five years and with the exception of a couple of burps on Thursday, everything went off without a hitch. I've cut a little thank you check for you and Tim for all your hard work last week," he was beaming. "They want you and Tim out to both sites this week. They want to explain what they're looking for and to set up a schedule for next year. This is a huge opportunity for all of us."

"This week?"

"Why, you've got something going on that I'm unaware of? The only thing I know we've got this week is a hell of a lot of paperwork to go over from last weekend." I wanted to cry.

"I can't fly out until tomorrow and I think three days at each facility should be more than enough time."

"You and Tim will stay as long as they need the two of you, understood?"

"You're the boss," I replied.

"Damn right. Now get out of here, get with Tim and be on the earliest flight out tomorrow. And by the way, where in the hell is your cell phone."

"It kind of broke."

"Well, pick one up today. I can't very well have my top guy out in the field without one."

I picked up a replacement on the way back to my place. I called Tim and gave him the short version. He wasn't happy about going back out of town tomorrow. 

"Look on the bright side. When you hand your wife that fat bonus check and tell her to go crazy, she'll probably fuck you to death when you get back." He laughed, I didn't. I still had another issue I needed to address before I left.

I was packed by eight thirty and was just going over my agenda when her e-mail came through. It was pretty much like all the others. She was sorry, I wasn't supposed to have seen her and that she needed to meet me so we could talk. She said something about the 'L' word and that we could work through this. I hit the reply button.

Janet, I think the last thing in the world you want to do right now is to talk with me. I'm still so angry, I don't really know how I'd act or what I would say, but it wouldn't be pretty.

I'm going away for about a week and a half and by the time I get back I probably will have settled down somewhat. While I'm gone, I need you to do one thing and only if you want to that is. I need you to really think about why you did this to me or should I say to us. You can give me the long or short version and we can do this by e-mail or in person, it'll be your prerogative since you started this. All I want to know is why, I think you owe me that much. Why don't we set it up to meet a week from this Thursday at the Chinese restaurant where we had our first date, maybe it will bring us a little luck. That is unless you're trying to trap some unsuspecting husband that night; So, I'll see you Thursday at seven thirty. If you decide not to show, I'll understand.

Steve

Knowing I took an unfair shot with the comment about the unsuspecting husband, I hit send anyway.

We were busy but I couldn't get my mind off Janet and those four days from hell. We finished up a day early and we spent all day Wednesday in the office catching up on paperwork. I didn't sleep a wink Wednesday night going over what I was going to say a thousand times changing it every tenth time. By Thursday night I didn't have a clue what I wanted to say. I figured I would just wing it.

We got a booth in the back and ordered right away so we could be alone. Janet came prepared; hell she had what she was going to say typed out, double-spaced. There was little small talk. We both knew why we were there. She asked if she could go first. I could see she was about ready to explode.

She made some valid points. She brought up her cheating husband, the fact that I'd cheated on Beth, that she had serious trust issues and that she had to look out for Tammy. The fact that she always heard women in the background every time she called made her a little suspicious. In the end, she just had to find out for herself if, given the opportunity, I would cheat again. She hoped that we could get passed this and that she felt we could have a future going forward.

I thought about what she'd said, and had all ready forgotten what I was going to say, about that time I wished I'd made a list like hers.

"Janet, you've made some good points especially about protecting your daughter. Your history, mine and what transpired are all valid arguments, but my first question is why didn't you just talk to me about your concerns? Did you think maybe I'd lie to you or just tell you what you wanted to hear? You see you're like my ex fiancée Beth in one way. Deep down you, like her, don't believe a person can change."

She started to say something but I stopped her.

"Please let me finish. My mom said herself that I had a wandering eye but that was a long time ago and I had grown up. The one thing I showed you but more myself, was that I had changed, and that I was stronger than I even thought myself. And you know what made me so strong? It was my feelings for you."

"Steve, we can get through this, you didn't cheat," Janet reminded me.

"This time. What happens six months from now, a year, five years down the road when you start to have doubts again? Who are you going to send then? You say you had trust issues and now I've got the very same issues. Every time I see a good looking girl smile at me or flirt with me, I'll wonder if it's one of your plants. If I see the same guy twice, I'll wonder if I'm being followed. Finally, I'll always wonder if you've bugged my hotel room, car or are looking at all my e-mails and text messages on my phone. You see, trust is a double-edged sword and it swings both ways. We're both cut and bleeding right now and our relationship is on life support."

"Steve, I know I went overboard but I'd been hurt before and didn't want to go through that ever again."

"Relationships are chancy at best, hell, fifty percent of the marriages end up in divorce but I put myself out there for you to look at, analize and supposedly to trust; I guess I was wrong. You killed what we had before I left that Wednesday morning and right now I don't see how we can ever get it back."

"Can't we try?" a remorseful Janet asked.

"I'm willing to try, I just don't want you to get your hopes up."

We talked and had a nice dinner. Neither one of us ate much and we did kiss goodnight, what there was of it. We e-mailed on and off and even went out two more times but what we had was just about dead.

"Son, I can't believe that you're breaking up with Janet over something so trivial? Can't you see that she was just making sure you were for real?" My mom tried to convince me to see Janet's point.

I guess no one was seeing it from my prospective. No matter, we were about done. 

After work Thursday I decided to take Tim and his wife out to dinner as a kind of a thank you for all the hard work he'd done over the last two months. When we walked in, just after seven, I saw her but thankfully she didn't see me. 

"Maybe we should go and find another place," Tim said looking at me for direction.

"And miss the show? Not on your life."

We ate and drank and I watched and learned. There was hand touching, suggestive laughing and even a few pecks on the lips. After dessert I told Tim I'd see him in the morning.

"Steve, please don't do anything stupid. Henry will have my ass if I let you get thrown in jail."

"Don't worry, I'm just going to say hello to an old friend," I walked over to their table.

"Good evening, Janet," I said taking her by surprise. "I see now that your job entails a lot more than just taking pictures like you told me." She started to say something but stopped mid-sentence. I guess truth and trust only swings one way in your book, too bad. Well, carry on, I wouldn't dream of interrupting someone when they're doing something they really enjoy." I heard Steve, wait, but I kept on walking out to my car.

I got one more e-mail from her trying to explain that she was only working and that she never slept with any of the men, but I never responded back.

Trust. I never knew one word could cause such pain and hurt in my life. But now when I meet someone I tell them up front what I expect and if they can't handle it oh well, there are a lot of fish in the sea as the saying goes.



A Matter of Trust



She moans at his hardness, his throbbing against her clit. She kisses him harder as she feels his hands moving under her and around her. Her hips move, stroking herself against his cock. She hears him moan as she moves herself faster. Her body shakes as she rubs against his rough digit. She could feel him respond, his hips moving, stroking the underside of his cock against her pussy and clit. She feels his balls pressing against her pussy as she moves against him.

She feels his lips pull away from her lips as she continues to stroke herself against the underside of his cock. She moans again as his cock throbs and slides against her. She feels her wetness sliding across his cock and balls. She could feel herself moving faster against him.

"Not yet," she heard him say to her.

"No" she says as her legs grip his legs tighter, "So close."

Her body shakes, the electricity of the evening building up and the teasing all evening pushes against the dam of her orgasm. She could feel him trying to pull off but her legs wouldn't let him. She knew he was not trying very hard because his hips continue to move with her, against her. She starts to moan as her body moves harder, stroking harder against the underside of his cock. She heard him moan and it causes her to moan and thrust harder. She feels it coming as her body tensed. She pushes harder, thrusting her clit along his cock as she came. She could feel his lips pressing against her lips, as she was cumming. His cock stroking her pussy and clit. Her pussy sliding against his hardness, almost wrapping around him as she thrusts herself against it. Her clit on fire from sliding against his smooth and hard cock. Her mind was blank with pleasure as her body releases against his cock. She continues to thrust as her body began to relax from her orgasm. She was breathing hard but kissing him back nonetheless. Her legs relax and slide down the side of his legs. 

She feels his lips moving from her lips. His lips move down her chin, back trailing the path of the feather along her neck down to her breast. She finds herself pulling against the scarves again as his lips touch the top of her breast. Slowly and gently his lips move along her skin, moving around and down the side of her breast and along the exposed skin of the bottom of her breast. His tongue moves out of his mouth and licks her there. Slowly and wetly across the bottom of her breast. As he moves near the other side of her breast, his tongue goes back into his mouth and his lips resume kissing. The wetness left behind becomes cool by the night air as his warm lips kiss towards the top of her breast. He moves his lips down her breast, directly towards her nipple.

She moans lightly as his lips touch her nipple. His lips squeeze her nipple. She arches her back to push her breast against his mouth. She feels him suck her nipple harder, pulling her against his tongue.

He releases her nipple and starts to kiss her breast again. He moves from below her nipple down towards the bottom of her breast. Slowly his lips move. Down past the wetness left behind by his tongue, kissing lightly across. His lips move across the skin of her stomach down over her belly button.

She feels him shift; his entire body slides down between her legs. His hard cock moves along her pussy, sliding down and away from her. She moans with pleasure at the feel of him moving along her pussy. She is still a little sensitive from the orgasm she just had. She feels his hands on her hips as his lips move past her belly button. Slowly his lips move, kissing and touching her skin through her bush.

His hands release her hips and slides down her legs. His fingers squeezing her inner thighs as his lips touch her clit. She moans and pushes her body up against his face. She feels his tongue slide across her clit causing her to moan again. Carefully his tongue flicks up across her clit. She moves with his tongue. Her body pushes forward as his tongue tip flicks up over her clit. Then her body pulls back as his tongue pulls back. She continues to move this way as his tongue flicks across her clit. She feels her next orgasm building with every flick of his tongue.

She feels his hands moving down under her leg to her ass. His fingers squeeze her as her body moves forward, his tongue flicks up over her. She moves a little faster as his tongue moves. Up - flick. Her hips thrust forward. Up - flick. Her hands pull against the scarves. Up - flick. His hands squeeze her as. She starts to moan continuously. Up - flick. His hot breathe washing across her pussy.

His tongue flicks once more and moves around her clit, sending another moan of pleasure from her mouth. She rolls her hips as his tongue rolls around her clit. Then his tongue slides down her pussy. She thrusts up, pushing herself against him. His tongue slides between her pussy lips. He pushes his tongue into her. Sliding as much as he could into her as his lips press against her pussy. He moans, as he tastes her. She moans as she feels him tasting her. Sliding his tongue out and then back in, he begins to move. His hands continue to squeeze her ass, causing her to move her hips forward against his face. She moves, rocking her hips and pushing her pussy against his face and onto his tongue.

She feels his tongue stroking her pussy, sliding in and out of her. She moves her right leg over his shoulder as his tongue slides faster in and out of her. She feels one hand move from her ass as his other continues to squeeze her. She pulls against the scarves forgetting she was still tied. She feels the urge to grab his head and push him harder against her pussy. Instead, she uses her right leg, pulling him -- urging him against her. She feels his fingers sliding under his tongue.

"Yes," she heard herself say.

His fingers slide into her as she thrusts forward. Both his fingers move deep into her as his tongue slides out. She moans as she feels his tongue move along her pussy as his fingers stroke her, deeper than his tongue. Stiffer than his tongue. She moves against his fingers, his tongue moves up and over her clit. She tilts her head back at the feel of his tongue sliding slowly over her clit. The sensation sends waves of pleasurable shock through her body. 

She moans again as she pictures herself. Lying there, naked. A scarf over her eyes. Her arms over her head, wrists tied by silk scarves. Her legs spread. Her right leg over his shoulder while his fingers slide in and out of her. His tongue moving so slowly across her clit sending waves of pleasure with every movement across. She moans again and thrusts herself against his fingers.

His tongue moves up and down over her clit, slowly and firmly against her. His fingers sliding and thrusting into her wet pussy as her hips push forward onto his fingers. He feels her moving faster, more urgently. He pulls his lips away from her clit; his fingers continue to move in and out of her.

"Don't stop," she says to him.

"No, not yet." he replies.

She moans and groans with slight frustration. Her body continues to move against his fingers. But it was not enough. She moves herself trying to stroke his hand against her clit.

"I want to fuck you,” he says quietly.

"Yes." she replies.

"I want to feel your pussy surround and suck my cock."

"Yes, I want to fuck your cock with my pussy" she says urgently.

His fingers move harder against her as she moves against his fingers. He can feel her pussy gripping his fingers harder, squeezing him. He almost moans at the feel.

"I want to feel my hardness against your soft and silky pussy,” he says huskily.

"Put your cock in me." she said.

She feels almost sad as he pulls his fingers out of her. Her body continues to move as she spreads her legs. She feels him shifting between her legs. She can imagine him, kneeling there holding his hardness before him. She can see him leaning forward with his throbbing cock. She then feels his hardness against her. She moans as her body moves. The tip of his cock touches her clit. It moves up and down along her pussy.

She moans as he teases her with his cock head. She feels him sliding the tip down between her pussy lips but not letting her take him in as he wets himself with her juices. She feels him sliding it back up along her pussy and rests the head against her clit. She feels it, throbbing, almost thumping against her clit. Her clit throbs in time with his. His hot hardness feels different from the heat of her pussy and clit. She feels herself moving, trying to get him into her. She moans as she feels him throbbing.

"Please.." she says.

She feels it move again, it's head moving down across her pussy. She feels her pussy lips spread as the cock pushes in. She moans at the feel of his cock head in her entrance. She moves her hips trying to get more of him in. She only feels his cock head. She feels him leaning down over her as his cock slowly slides into her. She hears him moaning over her moan as his cock moves. Inch by inch, slowly and deeply into her. Her legs move up and wrap about his legs once more. She feels herself starting to move but he presses his cock in her, not moving. 

She feels his lips against hers as she returns the kiss. Slowly he begins to move, his lips kissing her just as slowly. Moving out then slowly back in, sending shivers through both their bodies. In and out as their lips press against each other. Opening and closing. She moves her legs up his legs to wrap around his ass. She pulls him, forcing him to thrust deeper.

She moans as she feels all of him in her. She feels him beginning to move faster and she pulls him harder into her with her legs. In and out. She feels him shift slightly as he thrusts into her. She feels his hand on her wrist. His fingers move up the scarf and she feels her arm pull away. He continues to move his hand, moving and shifting the scarf. His fingers touch her fingers as they entwine. She realizes that he had wound the scarf around his hand because she feels the scarf against the palm of her hand. She feels him reach over to her other hand and do the same with that scarf. She continues to thrust against him as he thrusts into her. Her legs continue to push him into her. In and out, moving and sliding. She feels herself gripping his hard cock. 

He guides her hands down to her shoulders, their fingers still entwined. He presses his hands against her hands onto the bed. His knees move up against the sides of her ass. He continues to move in and out of her as he pulls at her.

She feels herself being lifted off the bed. She continued to move against him, pulling his cock into her with her pussy and her legs. Her hands were being pulled forward as her body now sat upright. Her legs still wrapped around his hips as her body moves up and down his cock. She feels his lips against her lips. She kisses him as he also continues to move his hip and his cock against her. In and out. She feels him leaning back as she kisses him. She realizes what he is doing and unlocks her legs and pulls her feet back. As he continues to lean back, she feels her knees against the bed. She steadies herself on his hands as he pushes her up with his knees. As his back hits the bed, she feels herself come down hard on his cock. She moans at the same time he does but moves back up, not breaking their rhythm. In and out, his cock continues to move.

She shivers as she now imagines herself, naked straddling his cock. Her legs bent and against his body. Her hands against his hands, their fingers entwined. A blindfold tied around her eyes as she rides him. She pushes herself faster, feeling his body shake and her next orgasm building faster. She squeezes his cock harder with her pussy as she thrusts down on him. She hears him breathing harder and imagines the look on this face as he concentrates on not cumming. She smiles to herself knowing that he feels the same pleasure and that she will make him cum before she does. She leans forward to kiss him. She feels her lips touch his lower lip. Her hands now press against his onto the bed. She moves her hips, riding and thrusting against him.

She moans against his lower lip and she feels him thrust harder. She kisses the side of his face.

"Baby, you're going to make me cum hard." she whispers into his ear, "Cum with me."

His reply was a moan.

She could feel him thrusting harder and it feels like longer strokes. She moans at the feel of his body slapping up against her. She moves with him, her body thrusting down to meet his. She uses his hardness to stroke her pussy, stroking herself faster and harder.

"Cum for me baby," she whispers again.

He moans louder as he thrusts harder.

She feels it herself. The same tension builds and pushes against her, begging for release. The feeling starts to shake her body. She knows she cannot hold it back any longer.

"I'm going to cum." she whispers and squeezes his hands.

He squeezes back and starts to grunt. His body stiffly thrusts against her.

She feels his cock expand as his first wave of cum shoots into her. She was not sure if that was it or the fact that she told him to cum but she feels her own orgasm burst forth. She moans into his ear as she thrusts faster and harder. She pumps his cock with her pussy as her body shakes. Her entire body tenses and then releases as her orgasm flows out from her entire body onto his cock.

Her body slows down and she relaxes. She lays her head onto his shoulder while his cock starts to soften within her. She purrs quietly at the relaxing feel of her release. She feels his hands moving to release himself from the scarves. Then she blinks as he unties the blindfold.

She blinks and squints at the light. Then she looks into his eyes and smiles. She leans forward and kisses his lips.

He kisses her back and after a moment he pulls his lips away.

"Think I can control myself now?" he asks smiling.

She chuckles and kisses him once more. She reaches up with her hands and strokes his hair, her wrists still bound by the silk scarves.

"It's a matter of trust, baby,” she whispers into his mouth as they kiss.