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Andy

By: OLDER AND BETTER



Editor note: Because of something I did or did not do, the last of "Andy" is flying off in cyberspace somewhere. I apologize to the readers and Literotica for my blunder. Here is the complete story.(I hope) Older and Better

It was late spring; early summer when I noticed the grass had nearly obliterated the walk to my house. My husband had always seen to the lawn and when he was killed in a car accident late last summer, a high school boy had been mowing the lawn. That was all he done, mow the lawn. No trimming or upkeep at all. When he informed me he was going to be gone most of the summer, I decided I would need to hire a more reliable person to do the whole thing right.

I picked the first name in the yellow pages. Andy's Lawn Service. It sounded OK and the address was just down the street a few blocks. I dialed the number and a very female voice answered. I told her of my dilemma and asked if they could come and talk to me. She said Andy was out but would call as soon as he came in.

I decided to rest in the Jacuzzi and wait for his call. . My husband had left me very well off as far as finances but I yearned for some companionship because all of our friends were happily married, or so I thought and after the first few weeks I was left basically alone. I was about to step into the Jacuzzi when the phone rang. "This is Andy from Andy's Lawn Service," a gruff, deep voice informed me. "I am just down the street. If it is OK I will stop by and give you the information you requested."

"Damn!" I thought. "Here I am in my nearly nude bikini suit and he is just down the street." I hesitated a minute and replied, "OK!"

I had barely enough time to grab a robe when the doorbell chimed. When I opened the door I was surprised to find a very muscular, handsome man waiting. He was somewhat older than I had expected but he was built like a Grecian God.

"Come in," I stammered almost incoherently. I clutched at the robe in front to keep from gasping at the handsome man. My knuckles turned white. He was just slightly taller than me and had a deep tan. His arms were muscular and his smile caused deep dimples to appear in his cheeks.

"I hope I am not interrupting," he said. His deep voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "I see you need my service pretty badly," he continued.

My mind raced. "I sure do," I thought as I gazed into his dark eyes. "My husband died last summer and I had a high school boy mow but he didn't do a very good job," I said as we walked toward the living room.

I thought I heard him gasp when I sat down across from him. I blushed when I noticed his gaze on my long tapering legs. The robe had parted and they were totally exposed. The bikini was all that covered me from the waist on down.

He was smiling. His dimples larger than life. "I would like to see more of your"—he hesitate—"Lawn! I could see the front but need to know about your back," he said, in a voice that seemed deeper than before. I felt my face flush. I was not sure just how he meant that, but I hoped he was talking about me and not the yard. I stood up, allowing the robe to open further.

"I was just about to get into the Jacuzzi," I said lamely. "It is out back," I gestured, allowing the robe to open totally, the top barely holding my 38 DD's.

He smiled again. His dimples seemed to dance on his face. I walked, or rather wriggled down the hall toward the back door. I could feel his eyes on me.

He brushed by me, his arm touching my hard nipples as I held the door open for him. He was smiling widely when I showed him the boundaries of the property and nodded toward the Jacuzzi. "I enjoy relaxing in the hot water," I said, my voice cracking when he looked at me with his deep, dark eyes.

"I have always wanted to try one of those," he said, his eyes gazing into mine, or rather, at my breasts.

"Feel free to use it anytime!" I blurted.

His smile melted my senses. 

"If you would like to try it right now"—my voice suddenly becoming deep and sensual.

"I would, but I don't have a bathing suit with me," he said jokingly.

"I usually don't bother with a suit," I said without thinking. His dimples were deeper than ever. He pulled the tattered tee shirt over his head. His chest was broad and muscular. He stepped back and pulled his shoes and socks off with a flourish.

I flushed crimson when he slowly unfasten his belt and unzipped his pants. I could not take my eyes off of his magnificent body as his pants fell to his feet. The bulge in his underwear was outstanding. He glanced at me and held his hand out too me. "Let's check it out!" he said as he led me toward the Jacuzzi. I let the robe slide from my body.

His hands found the clasp of the halter.

I sighed softly as he gazed at my naked tits.

He pulled me against his hard body, mashing my tits against his muscular chest. His mouth found mine. The kiss was not only one of passion but sweet and lovely.

I felt my body responding to the kiss. My bikini bottom became wet. I sighed deeply when he released me. I felt his hands softly massaging my tits. I trembled slightly when he pushed my bikini down over my ass globes. His hands fondled the globes. He had indeed found my erogenous zone. I trembled in his arms. I felt the bulge against my stomach.

He sighed softly when I pushed his underwear down, having difficulty with the enormous, hard shaft holding it up. I gasped at its size. It was at least ten inches long and three or four inches around. 

He laughed at my stare. I could not believe how inviting but also menacing it looked.

He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me back into the house. He sat down on the bench at the kitchen table with one leg on either side. He slowly lowered me down onto the huge pole, all the while sucking on my nipples, which had became rock hard.

My eyes grew wide as his cock penetrated my cunt. Slowly he allowed me to get used to such a huge cock. Inch by inch he lowered me until I thought I would scream in pain as well as ecstasy. The pain was instantly gone and I gasped in pleasure. 

I hung onto his neck with my arms, trying not to slip down on the hard member completely. I looked down and could see at least three inches of cock still waiting to be encased by my hot, trembling, stretched love box. I coughed softly as he allowed me to slip another inch onto his pulsing member.

"I can't"—I started to say but he covered my mouth with his.

I groaned in delirious ecstasy as another inch slipped into me, deeper than I ever imagined. I was coughing and gagging when he allowed another inch to delve into me.

I clutched at him viciously. His muscular body trembled slightly and I felt the last inch plunge into me. I was completely impaled on his marvelous cock. I could feel the head of his cock moving inside of me. I heard screams in the room only to realize it was my own, begging him to drive his enormous cock in and out of my raging body.

His lips were nipping and kissing my tits with each stroke. I braced my feet against the floor and bounced up and down on his lap, eagerly accepting his masterful ardor in my stretched cunt. The first of many orgasm racked my body.

He lifted me from the sitting position and turned me around so my tits were resting on the table. Without missing a stroke, he impaled me from behind, driving his love prong deeper into me. I gasped softly as I came, flooding the floor with my orgasm. I blinked and passed out in shear delight.

I awoke to a wet towel on my forehead. Andy was smiling and kissing my lips gently. "You are the first to take it all the first time," he said in a matter of fact way. 

I smiled weakly at him. "I hope it is not the last time! I have never been so completely fucked in my life!"

He laughed. "I will need to work on your lawn at least every other day or more often as the case arises."

I smiled gratefully. "I find that most agreeable," I said dumbly. I kissed him avidly and held his thick, deflated cock with my hands. He dressed slowly, watching my cunt leaking our combined orgasm down my legs and splashing onto the floor.

"I find you quite wonderful," he said. "I have never been so satisfied as I am right now. You are a terrific fuck and so lovely to look at also."

He kissed me gently and walked slowly out of the door. "We'll have to try it in the Jacuzzi some time," he said as he put the truck into gear and drove off.

We never settled on a price for his lawn work, but we decided that I needed my snow removed in the winter. I have been well fucked and everyone that sees me mentions how radiant I look. Who would not be radiant after being fucked by such a giant of a man. I have had other men but I will remember Andy forever. He taught me a lesson. Never let an opportunity go by when you can be fucked by an OLDER AND BETTER person.

Andy



Part I – The History

My name is Patrick and finally, I have discovered my true purpose in life! 

Even though I have lived out my entire life (all 62 years) as a straight, I have always harboured just the tiniest feeling that I am at the least bi and perhaps even gay. These feelings started before I even reached puberty when I was so much smaller and shyer than any of the other guys in grade school. They were long before the days as we know them when being gay is not such a stigma. Instead, words such as queer, faggot and the like were the brands. These feelings of estrangement followed me into high school and beyond. 

All the way through high school, I never had a date since I was too afraid of being turned down or even laughed at. In fact, I only tried once or twice and became the butt of jokes for the rest of the school year in both cases. Masturbation was my only outlet.

As a university student and then as an adult, nothing changed until I met, on a blind date, my wife June. She was about as plain and unpopular as I was and I suppose that is what drew us together. She was 28 and I was 34 when we married – about 1 year after we met. It was as if we were afraid that if we didn't act soon, it would be too late. 

Our marriage was based somewhat on the pretence that we truly were in love; truth be told, it was more an act of quiet desperation on both our parts. We were both virgins on our wedding night; we had been too terrified of engaging in intimacy out of wedlock for fear that we would scare the other off. Needless to say, it was a case of the blind leading the blind and it remained an act of non pleasure throughout our 28 years of marriage. We were fortunate to breed (for that's all it was) two surprisingly level headed children who went on to satisfactory lives of their own. Given the stale environment they were raised in, it is to this day a miracle in both our eyes.

Part II – Discovering Andy

Now, on to Andy; I am sure you are wondering how he figures into all this. 

After about some 28 years of marriage (and a job that was less than stellar), I got up the nerve to cruise some erotic sites on the Internet. To be sure, I wouldn't have had a clue about such 'depravity' but had overheard enough water cooler chat at the office (and in the Men's Room) to pique my curiosity. Since I often worked at home, I had set up a home office complete with the latest technology computer. It was not uncommon for me to disappear there until bedtime so June was never aware.

I had learned enough about the Internet to know how to surf and search and this, along with some overheard tidbits, lead me to some pretty explicit sites. I often would spend an evening engrossed in every type of sex imaginable and even made so bold as to try something other than the usual missionary position with June but she was so shocked that she demanded to know where I had learned such terrible things. June was almost zealous in her faith (I had never darkened the door of any church since our civil ceremony) and wanted me to visit her pastor to cleanse such thoughts from my mind. Obviously I never went nor tried again.

I soon discovered that sex between men and women as displayed didn't really excite me so I started reading erotic fiction online about man to man sex and I was hooked! But was there any way that I could find some way to experience the joys that I read about in these stories? I knew that most, if not all of them, were strictly someone's overactive imagination at work but they nonetheless aroused me beyond anything I had experienced before. My constant excitement only fueled the flame further that I needed to be the partner in such an encounter.

Then, one day while surfing with my browsing software, an ad popped up for a dating service of some sort. When my curiosity got the better of me, I opened it to find that there were two parts – one for standard dating between men and women (sort of a dating service, I supposed in my ignorance) and another for more intimate short term relationships. As I scrolled through the list, I came across a link that took me to the same process for men. I was in my glory but I had to buy credits to use the service.

So the next day, I took the necessary cash from my special account (June did not know of this account and besides, she let me handle all the finances), purchased a money order and sent it off. For two weeks, I checked several times a day to see if my account had been activated. Finally, to my glee, up popped a window thanking me for joining and advising me to set up a profile. That took me a while until I was satisfied and I proceeded to send messages out to all that were of interest to me. The responses I received back almost immediately were very frightening and I erased them right away. Some were so demanding with their wishes that I almost deleted my name from the service.

Several weeks later however, I received a response from someone whose ID was Hot4U and his description stated that although he was in his early 40's he had a thing for older men. This was fascinating enough that I sent him a response that I was interested and would like to know more about him. From his responses, and the back and forth messages we exchanged over the next couple of months, I began to feel a certain level of comfort. His name, he told me, was Andy. However, in spite of his entreaties that we must meet, I was still unsure and cautious.

Part III – The Meeting

It seemed like an eternity but I finally agreed to meet him over coffee in as public an area in which I felt protected in. We exchanged information about what we would be wearing so we would know each other to meet (I had never had the nerve to share pictures or any serious personal information until sure). He was to be wearing a red sweater and I would have on a blue one.

Once I arrived at the outdoor café where our first meeting was to take place, I lost my nerve and hid across the street to see him arrive. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous; perhaps a little of being seen by someone I knew or more, that he wouldn't like what he saw. 

Then, from around the corner, he appeared. He had told me that he was in good shape but I wasn't prepared for this Adonis who strode confidently, I thought, alone the street. His hair was a little thin, but blonde as he described. He was wearing the sweater – boy, was he ever wearing that sweater – and he seemed molded to his skin. His chest was full, tapering to a narrow waist and flared hips. All this was supported by strong well-formed legs. The latter was obvious since the slacks he was wearing were moving around his legs as he walked. All I could think was, 'How am I to handle this? What a mistake I've made'.

I waited in the shade of the trees across the street and watched while Andy was seated at a small table and he ordered coffee, soon delivered. As he sipped the steaming brew, I realized just how cold I was; the days of fall were upon us and the sweater I wore wasn't enough to keep me warm out in the park. Since the café looked so inviting with its heated patio, I finally crossed the street and walked on unsteady legs over to Andy's table. 

"Um, are you Andy?" I croaked out

"Yes, I am. You must be Patrick"

As we shook hands firmly, I looked into his deep blue eyes and fell into them; I was that entranced. I didn't hear even one word until it finally dawned on me that he was speaking to me! "Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say"? What a brilliant conversationist I am.

"I said, what would you like?" as he guided me to a chair across from him. What would I like! All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind but, of course, remained unspoken.

After ordering coffee our conversation became more relaxed and we exchanged some information about ourselves and then simply segued into a very nice general discussion about sports (he likes, I don't particularly), reading (we both like reading mysteries), politics (a sort chat since neither of us really cares) and a myriad of other trivial and interesting topics. This was, after all, a first meeting but one that boded well for more. 

In fact, after an hour and a half and a carafe of coffee, he asked me the question I had dreaded most. "So, Patrick; what do you want to do now?"

"Frankly Andy, I wish I knew".

"Let me make a suggestion then. I have an apartment within walking distance of here; would you like to come up and we'll have some more coffee or perhaps some wine and talk some more"

Shyly, I told him I would enjoy that. Inside, I could only wonder what might happen and I was terrified.

Part IV – Andy's Place

We walked for half a dozen blocks and arrived at a beautiful old six story brownstone with steps leading up to a leaded glass door. As we entered the vestibule, I was struck by the intricacy of the designs in the tile floor and the lightly finished wood molding and panels on the walls. "This is fantastic, Andy! Is your landlord this handy or did he contract it out?"

"Actually, I did all the restoration myself; this is my building. My apartment is on the top two floors" This was said with no sound of boldness or bragging; in fact, he seemed almost embarrassed by having revealed this information.

We climbed into the classic brass elevator – it still had the old handle that the elevator operators used to move the lift between floors. It had been modernized with all the new buttons and displays but I loved the nostalgia in leaving the operator control. It harkened back to my youth in Toronto when I would go the Simpson's store downtown and watch with fascination the elevators operators (and the lady with her little clicker that sent them on their way). Of course, this was automatic and answered to Andy's key to rush to the top of the building.

As we exited on the fifth floor, I was overcome with the plush designs with mirrors, flowers (obviously fresh), and prints of the old masters on every wall. It was taste and elegance personified. Andy led me without a delay to a heavy ornate wooden door and opened it to usher me in. The entryway echoed the taste I had seen in the space outside by the elevator. A long narrow table under the full length mirror showed another display of fragrant fresh flowers and a brass bowl where Andy dropped his keys. He led me into the living room and, while he went around to the kitchen to get the wine, he invited me to select some music after showing me where everything was.

I couldn't get over the simplicity of the design in all spaces. The room was floor to ceiling windows on the west side which allowed the warmth and light from the afternoon sun to caress everything. Furnishings were few with a leather sofa and loveseat and some glass and brass tables and live plants creating a very relaxed space. Whilst I marveled at the surroundings, I busied myself with finding some relaxing music for background and selected some contemporary jazz. Andy's tastes in music were eclectic and mirrored my own in many respects.

Andy returned to the living room and sat on the loveseat placing a cooler of white wine on the table separating the two leather pieces "Hope you don't mind the choice" he said. As I sat across from him and raised my glass in a silent toast, I agreed with his choice.

Andy (overtly relaxed but I sensed as nervous as I), asked if I would like to start by explaining again why I posted to the site where we met and also just what were my expectations and desires from a relationship with another man. This was the question I had been mulling for years and I was so anxious, I was shaking and my mouth was dry. Andy could see my state and he got to his feet, crossed over to my side of the coffee table and sat beside me on the sofa. He leaned forward to rest his wine on the table and then took mine from my shaking hands and placed my glass beside his. Turning to me, he edged closer until we were only inches apart.

I swore that I could feel the heat from his thigh against mine as he slowly placed his hands on the sides of my face and leaned in to gently kiss me on the lips. It was such a soft kiss that I almost wasn't aware of what had happened. It was over so fast that I couldn't react. But, suddenly, as that kiss ended, my anxieties seemed to flow away and my breathing slowed to normal. He then pulled himself closer and kissed me again and this time I felt the gentle insistence of his tongue against my lips and they parted as of their own will. As I felt his warm tongue enter my mouth, I heard a moan and realized that it was from my own throat.

My own tongue was slipping into his mouth as I rested my hands on his shoulders and after a few minutes of this, we were both moaning with pleasure. I drew back suddenly and said "What am I doing here? This is happening so fast! Can we just talk?" 

With a smile, Andy sat back facing me on the other end of the sofa and I, somewhat shaken but not upset except perhaps with myself, sat at the other end. We started to talk and time flew by. When I started to wind down, I noted that night had fallen and only the stars were showing through the large windows.

I made a decision that I, in retrospect, was likely to question. At the time, however, it seemed the right thing to do.

"Can we take this to the bedroom? I asked with perhaps more assuredness than was the case.

Andy led me to a curved wall in the corner and behind it was an elegant curved staircase leading upwards to the sixth floor. 

Part V – The Bedroom

I followed Andy up those stairs and couldn't take my eyes off the very tight ass that preceded me. Clad in form-fitting jeans, it was a sight to behold. As we entered the large bedroom, he turned to me and drew me into his arms for another deep passionate kiss. The passion was returned in kind since I was truly getting turned on by this amazing man. Even though he was almost twenty years my junior, it simply felt right; and judging from the way his cock was rubbing against me, he certainly had to be feeling the same.

We stood together, kissing and rubbing against one another for at least 10 minutes until he broke the kiss with a chuckle saying that he was going to cum if we kept that up. If my ego was at risk, this comment bolstered my confidence and at least some of my performance anxiety eased. In fact, truth be told, I was more aroused than I could ever remember! We separated by several feet and started to undress together; as one would remove an article of clothing, the other would answer. Soon, we were facing each other in the dimness of the room in only our briefs. Both of us were tented but I was only partially erect.

As Andy went around the room lighting candles (my God, I found a romantic!), I watched him, drinking in the well-defined musculature of this man I was involving myself with. He was truly magnificent and I couldn't help by wonder what he would ever see in me. Ah, Yes! Those old feelings of inadequacy were washing over me again! Once he was finished with the candles, Andy turned to me in the flickering light and saw immediately that I was shaking again. He quickly crossed to me and took me into his arms –how protected I felt.

"Hush! Don't fear! I will never hurt you. We will only go as far as you want. All you have to say is 'stop' and we will. Let's just cuddle for a while"

He scooped me up in his strong arms and gently laid me on the bed. Standing quietly beside the bed, he removed his briefs and tossed them aside. His semi-erect cock seemed to throb in the candlelight as he climbed into bed with me. Taking me into his arms, He kissed my brow softly and rocked me gently until I felt all the tension evaporate.

Part VI – The Seduction of Patrick

As I started to melt in Andy's arms, I found that once again, I was getting hard. When Andy gently placed his hand over my briefs, my cock shot to immediate full erection. I was so excited that I feared that if he touched me again, I would explode! He slowly slid his hand under the loose waistband of my shorts and touched my cock for the first time. The heat of his skin against my tumescent member caused me to arch my back as I cried out and came in spurts of pent up issue. I sobbed with mixed joy and humiliation because I had climaxed so fast but it had felt so good! 

Andy smiled as he removed his cum-covered hand and, bringing it to his lips, licked it dry as I watched completely spellbound. "Yum! You taste so good!" he assured me and I felt myself hardening again. With amazement at my fast recovery – it had been many years since I had experienced such a miracle – I reached down to slip off my briefs and threw them to the floor.

Reaching up and clasping my fingers behind Andy's neck, I drew him down for a deep kiss. For the first time ever, I tasted a man's cum (even my own was new to me). I realized at that moment that I had to taste Andy to feel that I was on an even relationship with him and I told him so.

"You don't have to do anything you are uncomfortable with, you know" he told me.

"But I want to" I replied as I rolled him over onto his back. 

I glanced down to see that Andy's cock was magnificently hard. I guessed it to be about 7 ½ "in length and quite thick. It also had an intriguing curve (sort of like a scimitar) with the curve inward facing towards his abdomen. As I salivated over it, I imagined how it would feel inside my mouth – and perhaps inside my ass should we reach the point of penetration. I groaned loud enough as I pictured this for Andy to laugh as he asked me what was wrong.

Since my lips were currently in the process of circling the wide head of his cock, my response of "nothing" was somewhat garbled. The feeling of the domed head as my mouth moved over it was amazing. This was the reality of all those dreams and fantasies over the years; it was real and I loved it! My fingers were circling the shaft near the base as I tried to absorb more in my mouth.

"Mm, that feels wonderful!" Andy moaned. "But please watch the teeth!"

I pulled back and carefully moved my lips to cover my teeth as much as possible and then lowered myself to take in his cock again. 

Since this was so new to me, I couldn't get much into my mouth without choking but that didn't seem to faze Andy since his hips started to move upwards to meet my slowly sucking lips. We began having a pretty good rhythm going until he hissed "Fondle my balls!"

I looked downwards to where his full balls were swaying with each motion and I took one then both of the smooth sacks in my hand and gently squeezed them. They felt hard and soft at the same time and I loved the effect it had on Andy. He was moving his hips faster now and this encouraged me in my efforts to pleasure him. 

As Andy was nearing his climax – this I knew because he was crying out over and over again "Oh God, yes! Don't stop! I'm almost there", I moved my face away from that wonderful cock and started to give him a hand job. Since I knew that I loved to pleasure myself and how, I used the precum that he was issuing in copious amounts to lubricate the strokes. As Andy's breathing became more and more laboured, I knew he was close and I began stroking him in earnest. As I did, I lowered my tongue once more to lick around his glans; the effect was almost instantaneous. He arched his back crying out as he did "I'm cumming! Oh God, you are so good! More pleeese!"

I pulled away and watched fascinated as he shot spurt after spurt so high it struck him on the chin and neck and then coated his flat, heaving stomach. Some landed on my own face around my mouth and I instinctively licked it off. Mmmmm – a little salty and thick but not too bad at all! What have I been missing all these years?

As Andy's cock slowly softened, I steeled myself and held it firmly in my grip and leaned in to lap up all the cum that coated his cock and my hand and savoured the taste as it rolled over my tongue and down my throat. Mmmmm – so good! After I had drunk my fill, I skidded up to cuddle with Andy and share another soulful kiss. My tongue, still coated with his cum, was greedily sucked dry.




Andy



Part VII: The Next Steps

Over the next several weeks, I found many opportunities to get away either from work or, in the evenings, away from home to see Andy. In each encounter, I would continue to explore more interesting aspects of the act of sex between two men. Andy was an able teacher and the result was that I was letting him lead me down the paths and pitfalls of learning to enjoy fully the experience.

As time flowed on, I was becoming totally infatuated with Andy and feelings akin to love were rising. Each time I came close to proclaiming such fervour, I 'stepped back' and gathered my thoughts. For one thing, I was concerned about family issues (my wife and children would surely be deeply wounded to learn of the directions I had taken); secondly, Andy had never shown anywhere near that level of commitment.

One day, as we lay exhausted together in Andy's bed after a prolonged sessions of loving, Andy raised the subject of unvisited territory – anal penetration. To that time, mutual fellatio had been the primary focus of our times together. When he whispered to me as I lay in his arms that he wanted to make love to me, I was taken aback. I wasn't sure if I could stand the pain and I was also totally unsure of how one went about it. However, it was his term 'make love to me' that won me over. When I asked him what he meant by 'love', his response was that it was strictly his term for penetration. When I looked visibly unhappy with that explanation, he asked me what was troubling me.

Hesitantly, I tried to explain. I was certain that he would either laugh at me or end the relationship if I blew the next part.

"Andy, I have never been as happy as I have been with you" I stopped his interruption with a finger on his lips. "Let me try to say this. Not only have you taught me to relax with my feelings and instilled a sense of confidence that I have never enjoyed, I have also become very, very attached to you. The feelings I have scared me at first but as I started to think on it – and I have done a lot of soul searching – I have come to realize that what I am feeling is very like...ah."

"Would you be trying to say the "L" word" Andy smiled.

"If you mean love and not some other 'L' word, then I am afraid you're right. Does that mean we're over?" I fearfully asked.

"Actually, no" Andy assured me. "I have been trying to think of a way to bring up the subject myself since I share your feelings, babe"

We hugged each other tearfully and kissed as we whispered breathless words of love to each other. 

"Can we seal this with a true expression of my love for you and your faith and love in and for me?" my lover asked. "I can promise that I would never hurt you; do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course. But I don't know what I need to do"

"Not a thing; just relax and let me lead the way. If I start to hurt you, simply ask me to stop and I will."

Part VIII: Love Consummated

Andy proceeded to kiss me from my brow to my feet and back again as I slowly relaxed my whole body for him. As he reached the juncture of my thighs, I spread myself wide as I have grown accustomed to doing. As a result, he gained free access to my balls and perineum; I had learned what a pleasure it was to have the latter kissed and loved and my cock reacted immediately. This time was different; Andy went further than he had done before until he was licking and circling my pucker with his pointed tongue. As his talented tongue pressed inwards on my anal ring, I pressed down to relax it and I felt the heat of his tongue invade me for the first time.

It felt wonderful and I showed my pleasure with an almost constant stream of moans and cries of "Oh yess, Baby! That feels so great!"

Andy continued to tongue-fuck me for a few moments and then, using some of my precum – I had been flowing in copious amounts – as a lubricant, he slid first one and then two fingers into my ass. Oh lord, it felt so great; I tightened my grip on those invading fingers by clenching my anal walls; I didn't want them to be freed! We had often in our times together, experienced the pleasure of digital anal penetration while we sucked each other but this was different. Perhaps, it was because I knew what was to come and my senses were highly attuned to the anticipation that those fingers would soon be replaced with my lover's cock.

As I continued to toss my head back and forth from the pure sexual adrenaline, Andy rose to his knees whilst he continued to fuck me with his fingers.

"Reach into the nightstand beside you, babe. Hand me the lube and a condom you'll find" 

I followed his instructions by turning onto my side; Andy's fingers hit my prostate as I turned and I cried out in pleasure! I had a great deal of difficulty in wrapping my fingers around the objects since my mind was so out of it with the intense feeling. However, I persevered and finally drew them out and handed them to Andy. His fingers left me and I cried out with the feeling of emptiness. I craved for something to fill me up again! 

He assisted me to roll over and placed a couple of pillows under my hips so that my ass was invitingly high. I rested my head and shoulders on a couple of more pillows and, although I felt so open and on display, the level of excitement fought with a serious case of nervous shakes. I heard Andy lube his fingers and a moment later, my frustrations were relieved as his fingers, now fully lubed, reentered my ass.

The coolness of the lube as it hit the heat inside me was a shock and my hard cock flagged somewhat. But, as I Looked back and watched Andy tear of the end of the condom cover with his teeth and throw the foil away, I was entranced as he rolled the condom down the pulsating length of his shaft. I could see through the thin film the veins that carried blood to the ends of that great cock I had learned to love and I was instantly hard all over again. Andy pressed my head to the pillows telling me to try and relax but to tell him if he was hurting me.

I took a deep breath and almost forgot to exhale as Andy reminded me that I had to keep breathing – he wasn't prepared to lose me yet. Then, I felt the first pressure against my puckered star: I had never experienced such feelings in my life! My lover was going to take my virgin ass after all these years of waiting. Andy gripped my hips and slowly pulled me towards him; he assured me that once he had gained entry he was going to let me set the pace. When I was ready to take more of him, all I had to do was push back a little more. With an audible pop, his domed cock head slipped past the outer tough ring of my ass and I yelped with the sudden pain.

"Do you want me to pull out?" he asked me with concern

"No! Just hold there for a moment; let me get used to the feeling and, WOW! You are so big!"

Andy laughed softly and told me that my ass was so hot and it was all he could do to hold off cumming. With that assurance, I leaned back onto him a little and I could feel another inch or so slip easily into me. The major pain was the first entry but it was really feeling great now! With one motion, I pushed myself backwards until I felt his balls slap against mine and the head of his cock rub my prostate. My cock was jerking under me against the pillows and I could feel my precum flowing constantly.

"Oh, babe! Please fuck me slowly and deeply! It feels so good! I never would have believed ..."

My words were cut off as Andy pulled his thinly protected cock almost all the way out and then ever so slowly slid it to the bottom again and again. I was crying out now and felt that I was going to cum at any moment. But there was one more thing to make our first time more memorable; I wanted him to be facing me so we could kiss while we came together.

As soon as I voiced this desire, he slowly pulled out of me (his face was contorted as he tried to control the very strong urge not to cum as the glans was squeezed by my ring as he pulled out). Together, we threw all but two pillows onto the floor; one went under my hips after I had turned over and the other under my head to lift me up. Once I was comfortable – but urging him to hurry – Andy lifted my legs to his shoulders and thus raised my hips to a perfect alignment with his pulsating cock.

Since my ass was already well lubed – both from the AstoGlide and my natural fluids – Andy's cock slipped easily all the way into me and our balls slapped together once more. When I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck, Andy dropped his face to mine and we kissed lovingly. With him that close and the different angle, the penetration seemed even deeper and the feeling even more intense. He started to stroke faster and harder as we continued kissing.

I reached between our sweaty bodies to reach for my cock since I was so close to cumming and I wanted to finish myself off at the same time as my love. Andy pushed my hand away as he got to his knees and drawing one of my feet to his mouth, started to suck on my toes. This sent electric shocks through my body since I have always had sensitive feet. With his free hand, he gripped my steel-hard shaft and only had to stroke me twice until I exploded with such force that the thick cum hit my forehead, chin and chest before slowly ebbing. As I came, I started to tightly milk Andy's cock from deep within and he screamed out as his orgasm hit and I felt him fill the condom!

The swelling of his cock as he came filled me so much and the look of true rapture on his face resulted in me cumming again although no way near the force of the first. However, it was the first time either before or since Andy that I had ever experienced back to back climaxes; and it was wonderful!

Andy collapsed on top of me and, although his cock was still inside me, I could feel it softening. As much as I was going to miss the feeling of that fullness inside me, I knew that there would be many more such experiences for us together.

As his cock plopped free, Andy reached down to remove the condom and drop it in the wastebasket by the side of the bed. He rolled over into my arms and we exchanged kisses for what seemed an eternity. Words of love passed between us until, slowly, we started to drift off to sleep. The last thing my consciousness registered was reaching down to pull the sheet over us and the scent of my lover as I snuggled into his side with my head on his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat was my lullaby.



Andy



Alighting from a taxi, I breezed through the revolving doors and strode past the Assistant Manager's desk to the elevators. When the doors opened, the dim lighting against the off-white wall led to a reception desk and a giant Chinese landscape painting to my right.

"I'd like a massage," I said to the attractive girl behind the desk, who silently motioned me to a door on my left. I followed a young man into the changing rooms.

I was quietly shown a paper with massages ranging from a foot-massage to a masseuse for the night. I pointed to something between the Korean massage and "special service". The paper was taken away and replaced with a pair of shorts and light shirt. The attendant opened a locker for me and waited while I changed.

After donning my clothes, my guide led me up a back staircase to a softly lit hall where white walls led to numerous red doors. A pretty woman in a tight black top, carrying a small basket of massage oils, glided past us. Her shiny black hair and rather large breasts bounced gently. Her skin glowed softly in the dim light of the hall. I turned around to follow her shapely form as it swayed beneath her black skirt.

I was ushered into my own red door and entered a room larger than my own apartment. After trying to turn on the TV, I fell back onto the largest bed I had ever been on and waited; my heart aflutter.

A knock on the door made me sit up, "Qing jin" (Please, come in) I croaked. A pretty young woman, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, came in. She said hello and asked me my name. When I answered back in Chinese her face lit up like Catharine-Zeta Jones. She walked to the phone as I scooted along on the bed following her. She spoke for a short while to the person on the other end.

The pleasantries over, she plopped down next to me on the bed kissing me on the cheek, grinning at me as if nothing in the world could please her more than to be here with me.

She crossed one luscious leg over the other, leaning in close to me to talk. She was so close that I almost had to put a hand on her bare thigh; exposed almost to her panties by the short black skirt she was wearing. Like the girl in the hall, she had breasts larger than most Chinese girls. Every so often she would giggle at my mispronunciation as we talked and would gently pinch my cheeks with adoration. I was growing smitten with every giggle and I calmed down slightly. 

After a few minutes, she told to take off my jacket and lay face-up on the bed, as she grabbed her massage oils. She gave me a half-massage, mostly stretches that I might have done as a warm-up for kung fu class. As she worked on my arms, she sat cross legged next to me giving me a full view of her light yellow panties and her dark pubic hair visible underneath. When she stood up to go from one side to the other, she did nothing to stop her skirt from riding up her lush legs. When she had me lay on my back, the tips of her long hair brushed seductively against me like a feather, and her fingernails grazed down my back like a river. 

When she told me to turn back face-up, my swollen member was making a tent in my loose shorts. She grinned wickedly at me as her hand brushed my privates, covered only by a thin layer of cloth. 

I asked, in a shaky voice, if I could feel her breasts. She nodded and lifted the bottom of her black shirt over her tummy and breasts, held in a large, industrial white bra. She pushed the cups down, uncovering her C-cups with dark areola and little nipples.

Not wanting to spoil the moment by rushing, but also wanting to get my hands on the wonderful puppies on her chest, I raised a shaky hand up her soft belly towards her chest, as slowly as I could, and gently squeezed. They were as soft as the pillows supporting my head and more than filled my hands when I squeezed. I pulled gently on her nipples trying to get them hard. I wanted to nurse on them, but she gently pushed my hand away after too short a time and told me to lie down.

She tugged my shorts down and I quickly reached forward to pull them down for her, raising my hips off the bed, my heart racing as I did so. She raised my legs up and slid hers under mine, then rubbed some oil onto her hands and started massaging my cock, making grow long and hard. She then dribbled some oil onto its tip and began to "da fei ji" (jerk off). Her gentle hands slipped like a seal over the length of my shaft, working the oil in. My hips jerked as she did.

I apologized that my penis was so short and she exclaimed "oh no, for a Chinese it is big!" Her thumb occasionally flitted over the tip of my penis and her other hand would either caress my scrotum or glide down between my legs to my anus, which I didn't really like but was too shocked to do anything about.

"Ni zuo ai ma" (Do you make love?) I asked.

"No, a different girl does that; if you want I can call her for you. 

"No, no I want you here, if you don't make love that's fine."

She heard a noise outside the door, and quickly pulled her shirt back over her precious puppies. I rose up and let my hands run along the length of her calves and shins. Occasionally, I would sit back up so my face was level with hers, an amused expression on her face and inquiring "shen me shi?" (something wrong?). To this I would also respond, "mei shi" (nothing's wrong). I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand as she smiled, bemused at me. My hand ran down her neck and over her shoulder blades. I stopped at the V of her shirt.

"May I?" 

She nodded and I eased my hand in, loving the feel of her soft breasts in my hand. I cupped them upside down and tried to play with her nipple there. I kissed her cheek then lay back down again.

When I rose up again later, I tried to find her nipple through her shirt. She gently pushed my hand away, shaking her head no. I started to gently push on it through her shirt, bouncing her breasts under my hand, feeling them gently jump and fall. They were so soft and pliable I couldn't believe it; I almost couldn't feel them when I squeezed. I played with them till she said "hao de" (enough) and I withdrew my hand.

I was so nervous that I wasn't able to come. All too soon, our time was getting short. She started pushing me to come. I pushed her hand away and worked on it myself, awkwardly trying to fondle her with my left hand as I jerked off with my right. When that got to be too much work I asked her to take over again 

Soon the phone rang again saying that our time was up. She apologized that I hadn't come, and helped me to get dressed. She took my arm and led me back out the way I came. Past the plush chairs and people waiting for foot massages through to the door leading to the stairs back down to the changing rooms and back to reality. She told me to ask for massage option "202" and to ask for her masseuse "810" the next time I came. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I gave her one back. I tried to get one last squeeze of her lovely chest but her hand gently captured mine before it got there and brought it back down. 

I took one last look at that lovely, smitten by her voluptuous charms, knowing that though I really shouldn't, I would probably be back the next night looking for more pleasure from number 810.



Andy



Everyone should have a hobby. As a matter of fact, I have several, but the one that I always fall back on is good old fashion girl watching. That's just what I was doing after I sat down on a bench in one of the city's larger parks.

It was an unusually hot spring afternoon. The weatherman finally hit one right, as the temperature was almost eighty-five. A few stubborn clumps of snow hung on with great tenacity as they hid behind the trees. I decided to get a run in before the weather changed back to rain and storms. It appeared quite a few people had the same idea as the place was packed. I can't blame them, as Compton Hill Reservoir Park had to be one of the nicest parks in St. Louis.

I took a well-deserved break on a park bench. Besides, the view was great. There were scores of young women out and about trying to tan up those white legs from the dark winter months. As I caught my breath, I watched a pair of early robins searching frantically for small twigs and other nest building material. Love was in the air, at least for the robins. Me, I didn't have plans for love. No, there were just too many lovely girls to pick from. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about being tied down with a snotty nosed kid and a wife caused a chill down my back.

There were dozens of kids out and about, and I'm sure their mothers were glad since they've been cooped up all winter long. There was a small pond for lack of a better description in this park. Water just draws kids to it; always has. A handful of kids were playing around the water's edge that day. It was also where a dozen geese call home.

I sat about thirty feet from the water and watched this little blond haired kid play with the geese. He had several slices of bread clutched in his hands and would run out into the geese. They would come from everywhere trying to pull the treat from his little fingers. He'd giggle, chase the birds back, only to retreat again to a picnic table to fetch another slice. He was quite a towhead with perfect snow-white hair, cut with bangs above his eyes. From the scraps and cuts on his knees, I bet he was quite a handful.

There were several young women that had gathered around the entrance to the pond. Some were sitting on park benches, other standing and talking to each other. Every now and then, one or two of them would glance over at the group of kids playing; keeping an eye out like moms are supposed to do. I tried to figure out which one was his as there were quite a few blond haired women in the group. Some were just plain drop dead gorgeous.

I turned my head for an instant to follow a pair of shapely legs as a pretty girl walked by. That's when I heard a scream so blood curdling it damn near stopped my own heart. I looked up and saw this mop of white hair bobbing in the water. That's when everything just clicked together. At light speed I found myself in chest high ice-cold water fishing for a tuff of hair. Lucky for me, the water was still mostly clear, the summer pond scum had yet to grow, and I yanked him out by his belt.

Once out of the water I notice his lips were blue, yet I could feel his little heart beating. I flipped him over on his back and a half-a-cup of water came pouring out of his mouth. I pinched off his nose and puffed in a few quick breaths and lo and behold I had one screaming scared kid on my hands. He pinked right up.

I stood at the water's edge when his mother ran up; the cold wet mud oozed between her toes.

"I just turned my head for a second! Just a second!" she said in a panic.

The kid was really yelling out a storm and she took his wet body from me.

"S'okay... S'okay," she said while she rocked him in her arms.

"That's good. Let him cry. It will help get his blood oxygenated again," I said to her.

"Are you a doctor?"

"Naw, thought about it. I do read a lot—a hobby of mine." I told her trying to break some of the tension.

I guess it helped some as she flashed me a quick smile. Apparently someone phoned in the accident as I could hear a siren off in the distance. I could pick out the ambulance's bubble gum light atop its roof as it sent out its rays of red and blue light. It seemed that within seconds the ambulance pulled up.

Someone handed me a blanket, I was shivering from the cold water, and I noticed the kid and his mom getting into the ambulance. An ambulance attendant was trying to take his blood pressure, and the kid was just screaming his lungs out. Seizing the opportunity I fished my wallet out from my back pocket letting the water drain from it and I pulled out a soggy business card.

"Here," I said as I handed the soaked card to her, "give me a call. He's going to be just fine but I'd like to know how you both make out anyway."

She flashed me another quick smile. "Thanks for saving his life. I'm Ellen, and this is Andy," she said as she leaned out the rear door of the ambulance.

"Not a problem, Ellen, glad I was here to help. I'm Jacob Peters by the way. My friends call me Jake."

I looked up at the small boy, "Well, Andy, I guess you'll have a story to tell your dad when he sees you."

Ellen's face suddenly took on a cold hostile look. The look of fear on her face evaporated as quickly as a snowflake on a hot spring rock replaced by something sinister. "Andy doesn't have a father."

I rubbed the top of his wet head. "You can tell your friends your story then, Andy."

I handed the blanket back to one of the guys from the squad as the sun was quickly warming me up.

"You okay, sir?" someone asked.

"Just fine. I've got a bit of adrenaline to burn off, but I'm just fine."

I turned and watched the doors close on the ambulance. I waved at the kid and strangely enough, I saw him wave back. I started down the running path and as I ran, I started thinking why in the world was Ellen so pissed about Andy not having a dad; especially in this day and age.

I was thinking of Ellen and Andy when two young beauties passed me by. "Oh shit," I said probably to loud. As I watched the derrieres of the two girls bounce up and down as they jogged down the path, a gorgeous woman in short shorts ran past me going the opposite direction. I've always been an ass and leg man so I wasn't going to past that up. Literally. I did what any red-blood man would do after being cooped up all winter long surrounded with women wearing long skirts and flared jeans—I made a quick U-turn and started to run behind her. Everyone should have a hobby; I happen to like watching girls.

****

The days piled up and it seems that the teaser Mother Nature gave us was just that. The rest of the week reverted back to the gray, dull days of late April. I didn't give much thought about Ellen and her son. Ellen was not drop dead gorgeous. She was no Playboy bunny. Call her cute. Attractive. You know the kind; pretty in a girl next door way. Yet I wouldn't mind getting to know her better. I was just about ready to call it a day when my phone rang and I saw line two light up.

I was surprised when it turned out to be Ellen. We had a brief conversation. Andy was just fine. A few tests were conducted and he wasn't even in the emergency room for an hour. I felt bold and on a whim, I asked Ellen out for a dinner date at Rolando's. I was somewhat surprised that she agreed so quickly. I was to pick her up around seven this coming Saturday evening.

The rest of the week seemed to fly by. I was anxious as hell about the date I had arranged with Ellen. After all, I wouldn't mine wrinkling the sheets with her. Before I knew it, Saturday night arrived and I pulled into the parking lot of her apartment. The place seemed to be quite nice, no holes in the yard and no cars up on blocks. I walked up on the porch and pushed the doorbell button. The door's hinges creaked just a bit and there standing before me was Ellen.

"Wow!" I said almost startled.

"I've never been to Rolando's before. I wasn't sure what to wear."

I didn't want to stare. But I wondered to myself what happened to the young girl with the muddy feet I watched leaving in the ambulance and whom this beautiful young woman was that stood before me. Perhaps I was a bit too hasty in my assumption about Ellen's appearance.

I thought she had changed something. I remembered her hair; long, straight and parted in the middle. Just like all the other women wore their hair. I looked at her and her hair was shagged. Layered in softness that surrounded her round face. Her skin, slightly ivory, seemed to glow under her pink blush. Under straight brows her blue-green eyes were filled with the golden light of the fading sun.

She wore a deep burgundy wrap dress with coffee colored hose. Her square heeled shoes were only a couple of inches high. I tried not to stand there and eye her up one side and the other, but I couldn't help myself.

"From what I can see, you hit it right on the head."

I watched her blush. "Thanks..."

******

We arrived at Rolando's and soon entered that awkward phase of a first date. Each of us would toss those little quick questions back and forth at each other trying to dig up a bit more information. I could tell Ellen was up tight so I ordered a sweet red wine. A glass and a half later, Ellen seemed to open up.

"So, how's Andy?"

"It's one day at a time with him. He's so darn accident-prone."

"He's just a little stinker. How old is he?"

"He just turned three several months ago, and he's been non-stop ever since."

"He'll outgrow it. I did. He's just a boy." I tipped my glass to my lips and drained it. "Say, I don't want to pry, but you mentioned at the park that Andy didn't have a father. You're divorced?"

Ellen didn't look at me but instead swirled the red liquid around the bottom of her glass. "No...not divorced. I never married."

"Oh, I see." I watched her stare into her glass with such intensity I thought the glass would break. "A lot of women are having kids now and aren't getting married."

"He died."

"I'm sorry." Now I felt like a pile of shit. "Perhaps this isn't the time."

"Naw, it's okay." She placed her glass down on the table with exaggerated care.

I poured a bit more wine into her glass. Ellie stared down into it and I thought for a second or two that she was going to tear up and cry. Instead, she pushed herself back into her chair and smiled at me. Then she brushed a few stray hairs out from her eyes and leaned over.

"He was on leave from the Army," she began, "We knew each other for years, went to the same high school, partied when we could. Had a lot of good times, him and me." Ellen let out a long, smooth breath then continued. "He gave me that old line. You know, the one about going back to the war and we may never see each other again. So we ended up in bed. Russell, that was his name, went back and three weeks later he was killed in action. He never knew he had a son."

"Oh shit, Ellen, I didn't want to drudge up bad memories. I guess you must have loved him an awful lot?"

Ellen fidgeted with the silverware as I watched a corner of her mouth turned up and a small smile snuck out. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.

"I loved him enough..." Ellen voice faded into the din of the restaurant.

I tried to change the direction of the conversation. "I spent two years in the Army, too. They needed medics, so I became one. But, you know, I wrote a short article for Stars and Strips and it got noticed. Next thing I knew they set me up in front of a typewriter and I became a journalist. Guess they didn't need that many medics after all."

"You're a writer?" Ellen asked as she played with the silverware.

"Apparently a better writer than a medic. Oh, city desk editor for the newspaper downtown." I could see Ellen's confused look.

"I work with other reporters and edit it all together. City desk reports on the political workings of the city, county, and state. I love my politics. Politicians are experts at lying, stretching the truth and hiding facts. I love watching them squirm when I catch 'em in a lie," I said. I think I may have pushed my chest out a bit and Ellen giggled.

"I work in a law office," Ellen said. "By the way, my friends call me Ellie."

"Ellie. I like that."

I watched her blush and then I just said it without thinking. "Ellie, you're quite attractive."

Ellie opened her mouth as though to speak then shut it again. Her gaze was making me nervous. Something in her eyes had changed. I wasn't sure just what it was. Without knowing why, her body arched for several seconds. She squirmed slightly in her chair and her eyes darted about. A single finger moved around the rim of her glass.

"I didn't mean to come on to you like that," I said.

She reached over and touched my hand. Her fingers were so smooth and I felt goose bumps pop up on my arm.

"I'm flattered," she said. "It's been a long while since a guy told me that."

As though on cue, our food arrived. Before I knew what happened, we were standing in front of Ellie's apartment. Our evening together was over. And now the awkwardness of a first date coming to the end begins. I entertained the idea of a good night kiss but somehow I felt Ellie wasn't going to do that. We stood together, her hand on the doorknob to her apartment for what seemed like forever.

"I had a great time tonight, Ellie." She just nodded her head. I reached out with my hand figuring a handshake was all I'd get when suddenly Ellie rose up in her heels and placed a quick kiss on my right cheek.

"Thank you for saving my son."

She smiled at me for a second, and then lowered her eyes to the ground. Then suddenly she rose up again and placed a long, wet kiss on my lips. "I haven't been told I'm pretty in a long while." I heard the door open and she stepped in. Just before the door closed I said, "You're welcome, Ellie."

*********

It was back to the grind. Two weeks passed. We talked a few times on the phone and met for lunch now and then. Ellie always seemed to be on my mind.

The staff and I were busy with the latest news and most of the reporters and photographers were out in the field. Just my friend Mick and I were in the office. Mick had just finished an article about the city council and dropped it into the out box sitting on his desk. He pushed a plug of tobacco into his pipe and brought it to life with the snap of his lighter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn his head. "Damn, who's the new girl?"

I heard the distinct tap-tap of a woman's heels as they struck the floor. I watched as Mick straightened his tie. I was looking for an article and I had just turned my back to the door.

 "Hi. They told me in the other office Jake Peters was in here."

I knew that voice. "Ellie? What're doing here in this den of iniquity?" I asked as I turned around.

"I was thinking 'bout you and had some free time. I just wanted to stop in and say hi."

I introduced Ellie to Mick and then Ellie sat on the edge of my desk swinging her left leg back and forth. We chatted for no more than fifteen minutes. It seemed no sooner than she sat down, when she stood. "I've got to get back to work." Ellie caught me by surprise when she slipped her hand around my neck and placed a kiss right on my lips. "I been thinking of doing that all morning." Ellie smiled at Mick and me and then walked out of the office.

I looked over at my friend. "I wonder what the hell that was all about?"

"She has feelings for you," Mick said.

"Now don't you go starting things."

"Well," Mick said as he drew a long draw from his pipe, "she walked at least four blocks, maybe more to get here."

"How would you possibly know that?"

Mick pulled the pipe from his lips and touched his big schnozzola with the tip of his finger. "I've been sniffing out news and facts while you were still shitting in your diapers. The nose knows."

I laughed at him. "Now, Mick, how would you know she walked that far? She drove her car I bet."

"Elementary, my dear Watson. Elementary."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Sherlock, you're up, how'd you know?"

He pulled the pipe from his mouth, took the bowl in his hand and pointed the stem at my desk. "Ellie is a fine looking woman. She's got nice legs. I noticed she wore tan nylons, pantyhose most likely given her age. I saw several sandy gray splotches on the back of her right calf. They were caught in her hose."

"Granted, Ellie has attractive legs, so what's your point?"

"It hasn't rained for the past five days so they're not mud."

"So?" I prompted.

"But there is construction downtown and they were pouring cement in front of the Howard building yesterday and today. So, the splotches on the back of Ellie hose must be cement that got splashed up as she walked along the sidewalk. The Howard building is two blocks from here. Therefore she walked at least from that building to here and back. At least four blocks round trip." He touched his nose. "The nose knows."

I shook my head. "Damn, you never cease to amaze me."

I heard the bottom of Mick's desk drawer open and the clink of a pair of glasses. "Here," he said, "we need to talk." He poured a half an inch of Kessler's into each glass.

"You know, that young woman that was just in her has feelings for you. Don't you think perhaps there's more between the two of you that you're letting on? "

"How do you know what she feels?"

"I don't. But look, it's simple. She walked over here—in heels—just for a short chat about nothing-in particular and a quick kiss. Now what do you think?"

I spun the caramel colored liquid in the bottom of my glass then tipped my head back and swallowed half the booze in one long gulp. It burnt my throat going down.

"She's certainly not hard on the eyes," I said.

"No argument there."

Mick sat on the edge of his desk, his left hand resting on a notebook. Cupping the bowl of his pipe in his right hand, he moved it 'round in the air as he talked. When he'd stop, small rings of white smoke would escape out the stem. Then he put the pipe back into his mouth and the bowl would turn orange as he pulled a long smooth draw. "Tell me, Jake, what did you notice about Ellie?"

I kind of shrugged my shoulders. "She's pretty. Dresses nice. Nothing much else."

"You didn't notice how the yellow blouse she wore matched her honey brown hair?"

"No, not really."

"I see." Mick tapped his pipe into the ashtray. "What about the silver ankle bracelet on her right foot? And the shoes she wore? Black pumps with a heel just high enough to bend her ankle and round out her calves. Ellie wore better hose than most women her age, as they didn't bunch up at her ankles. Her black skirt was short enough to call attention to her figure, yet still professional. It suggests to me that her position where she works is a bit higher up the ladder than most women her age would have. "

"You're speculating," I said.

"Jake, you look with your eyes, but you never see." His pipe glowed orange. "Did you notice the heart shaped necklace around her neck? There were Emeralds all along the edge and in the middle a blood-red Garnet."

"I was looking elsewhere."

Mick snapped open his lighter and brought his pipe back to life. "Thinking with your dick again, huh," he said. "You told me last week you got her something on her birthday. Emeralds are the birthstones for May, and I'd bet the Garnet in the middle is for her son. Garnet is the birthstone for January."

I thought for a few moments. "When I pulled Andy out of the pond, she said he just turned three several months before. Yeah."

I watched Mick smile. "A heart shaped necklace... Emeralds circling a Garnet. A mother's love surrounding her child. Jake, you look but you don't see."

It seemed as though a horse kicked me in the chest. Damn him anyway. I reached out for the phone when I felt Mick's hand on it. "She walked over wearing heels."




Andy



Mick just put his glass to his lips when that little twerp of a wannabe reporter and half-assed photographer, Terry, just so happened to walk by. He popped his head into our office.

"You know, you can get fired for drinking on the job."

"Terry, fuck off," I said.

"You can't talk to me like that! Besides you know you not suppose to drink alcohol while at work."

"Come here," Mick said.

Terry took a few tentative steps into our office. "I don't see any one drinking in here. Do you see anyone drinking in here, Jake?"

"Of course not," I said. "That's against the rules."

Mick reached into the outbox on his desk. "Here, on your way down to report us, give these to Joyce in production."

Terry took the papers from his hand and walked out of the office in a huff. "You know, that guy must have photos of someone's wife," Mick said.

"Or photos of someone doing someone's wife."

Mick smiled and poured us a bit more booze into each of our glasses. "You've got a lot of potential inside you, Jake. Have you ever thought about settling down? You're a brilliant writer. I know if you follow your passion, your passion for words, there're great things inside you."

"Settle down as in getting married? I don't want a wife, let alone a kid or two. Passion? I don't know."

"Perhaps you just haven't let it bubble to the top, yet. Jake, one of these days, you're going to wake up and you're going to be fifty-seven years old. You'll look over your shoulder and lying beside you will be an old, worn-out whiskey whore. She'll have tits that look like a street map of St. Louis; riddled with blue and red veins. Then when you get up to take that first piss of the morning, you'll yell out in pain 'cause you picked up something from another woman a week earlier."

"Damn, Mick, you don't know that."

"Jake, I know you've bedded every single women that works for the paper. You've got a reputation. Let me ask you this. Have you put a notch on your belt with Ellie's name beside it?"

I sipped my drink. "No, I haven't."

"And why not?"

"For the life of me, I don't know, Mick."

"Perhaps, just perhaps, you know there's something more between you two than a casual rumble between the sheets. Jake, can't you feel it just a little bit?"

I handed Mick my glass and reached for my jacket.

"Where are you off to?"

"It's a nice day. I think I'll go for a walk."

Mick sat in his chair and then rolled another sheet of paper into his IBM Selectric as a puff of smoked escaped from his pipe. "Watch out for the wet cement in front of the Howard building." He smiled and then touched the side of his nose with two of his fingers.

********

Ellie and I made a date; one of several over the next few weeks. Mick was right. I did have feelings for her. And I hated to admit it, but I enjoyed her son Andy, too—snotty nose and all. But Ellie had a boyfriend. Or so it seemed. She never talked about him too much. I only knew he worked construction and his name was Matt. They shared an apartment together, but somehow I felt Ellie was the breadwinner. Matt never seemed to work much.

I have this unwritten rule I live by. I won't fuck a married woman or a woman that's in a relationship with someone. Ellie was hands off.

The weather was getting hotter as was the politics. City council members were up in arms about a shift in direction they felt the mayor shouldn't have done. It was feeding time in city politics and I was getting fat. Then there was the break-in of a hotel in DC that was flooding the AP wire services. Mick and I were busy as we pounded the keys on our typewriters churning out editorials about politics.

It was early morning. Just a few inches remained in the first pot of coffee. Neither one of us saw her coming but when she knocked on the doorjamb we both looked up. There in blue flared pants and short platform shoes, stood Ellie."

"I need to talk," she said. Her voice was ragged and sharp.

"Sure." I pulled out a chair. I could see something was wrong. Really wrong. I knew she wasn't allowed to wear pants in her office, so she hadn't been to work yet. Ellie kept favoring her left side of her face keeping her right side always turned away.

She sat in the chair. I saw her hands shake. I moved one of the empty chairs over and sat beside her.

"What's wrong?" She didn't answer me. I make my living by reading the faces of people. The way they stand and how they carry themselves. The words they use and the way their eyes move. I knew there was something terrible wrong. I just didn't know what.

"Ellie, you came here for something, what's wrong?"

"I don't know what to do." Her words came pouring out. She turned her right cheek away from me. By this time Mick stopped typing and came over.

I reached out and as gently as I could I turned her face toward me. "Oh Jesus." Ellie tried in vain to cover a bruise by her right eye with makeup. "Look, Mick."

"Ooh, that's going to be one hell of a shiner," Mick said as he touched her cheek. "Who hit you?"

Ellie didn't say anything at first, then blurted out, "He tried to hurt Andy. I went to stop him and he hit me. I grabbed Andy and I ran out. Jake, he hit Andy!"

"Matt?"

Ellie nodded. "You said you knew all sorts of people in the city. I can't go back. We can't go back. We need a place to stay. It'll be just for a few weeks, maybe a month 'till I get some money saved up for an apartment. I don't have a dime right now. Jake, he hit Andy! I can't go back."

"I don't know anyone off hand. I can make some calls." I looked over at Mick. He placed a finger to the side of his nose and tapped it a few times. I knew what he meant. I did know someone that had plenty of space for the both of them. Mick did do. It was me.

Ellie's hands were flying about. "If we have to sleep in my car..."

"I know someone, Ellie, that has room for the both of you."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I sure do."

"I won't be able to pay them anything for at least two weeks 'till I get paid again."

"That's not going to be a problem," I said as reassuring as I could. "You and Andy will be staying with me."

Her hands stopped. "I-I-I," Ellie stammered. "I'll sleep with you in exchange for room and board," she said without a thought.

"That won't be necessary." I almost caught myself laughing at her quick offer of sex. Her face turned bright fire engine red. Ellie knew what she said wasn't what she wanted to say.

"We won't be a bother. Just 'till I get things together."

"We'll talk about it later, okay? Now, first things first. I don't have much in the way of food at home, I'm a terrible cook."

I reached for my wallet. I gave Ellie four-twenty dollar bills. "Get some groceries for you and Andy."

Just as I handed Ellie the money, I looked up and there I saw Terry leaning on the door. "Oh, I see you're bringing your whores into the office now."

I exploded. I jumped over a chair, and I grabbed him by his collar and lifted him off the floor then smashed him into the wall. "If I ever hear you call her that again, I'll break every bone in your face. Do you understand me you little fuck head of a man?"

Terry nodded. He was too scared to talk. I felt Mick's hand on my shoulder. "Better put him down before you kill him, Jake. The paper work would be a bitch."

I let go and he fell to the ground. I looked over at Ellie still sitting at the desk. "You better apologize to her."

"I'm sorry, miss." Terry damn near ran out of the office.

I turned to Mick. "You know, I bet that little weasel was standing there all that time listening and when Ellie blurted out—"

"One of these days, that guy is going to get his ass handed to him on a platter," Mick said.

"Get me a platter, Mick," I said as I pushed my shirtsleeve up.

"Just cool your jets. He's not worth getting fired over."

I heard the sound of Mick's drawer open. He picked up a glass and wiped the rim with a paper towel. He sat in front of Ellie. "Here you go, Ellie, it will calm you down." Mick poured some Kessler's into her glass. "Go ahead, Ellie. We won't even turn you in for drinking on company time."

Ellie sipped at the liquor. "Did you call the cops?" Mick asked.

"No, it won't do any good; it's his word against mine. We can't stay there." Ellie turned around in the chair and looked at me. "I didn't really. I mean it just came out. But if you want me to, I guess I did say it."

"I've known this man for quite a few years, Ellie," Mick interrupted. "He's not the kind that would take advantage of you. Don't worry about what you said." Mick poured a bit more Kessler's in her glass.

"I've never had a guy stick up for me like that, Jake. I hope you don't get into trouble."

"It'll pass," I said. "It wasn't any problem. No one should call you that." Mick and I talked to Ellie for a while till she calmed down. I rooted around in my desk and found the spare house key I kept. I gave it to Ellie and I kissed her on the lips and told her I'd see her and Andy when I got home.

********

Ellie didn't have much and we got it all into one of the newspaper's delivery vans. I have to admit it took a while to adjust to having a small boy running around; especially one like Andy. I swear he managed to run into every table corner, he fell down the steps, he tried to fly by jumping off the porch railing, and the list went on and on. But, you know, after a while I kind of liked seeing the little guy. He'd meet me at the door every night. He'd hand me a drawing or something he made. One night, I came home and gave him a green plastic Godzilla. Oh, you should have seen his eyes light up when I handed it to him. It instantly became his most prized possession. When he'd wrap his tiny hands around my fingers it just filled my heart with light. Yeah, snotty nose and all, Andy quickly became my best buddy.

I found out that Ellie is quite a cook, so my days of luke-warm Chinese takeout dinners came to an abrupt halt. And Ellie wasn't bad on the eyes, either. One morning, she was in the kitchen wearing a suede miniskirt with fringes along the bottom with matching boots. Ellie fixed Andy and me breakfast and I let my eyes roam over her body like an invisible hand.

One morning, just before we both headed to work, Ellie was busy packing my lunch when I reached over her head for something in the top cabinet. My hand came down onto her shoulder and moved down the curve of her back. I cupped her butt in my hand and I could feel her panties under her skirt. My fingers slowly traced along their outline. Ellie stopped wrapping sandwiches and stood there with her eyes closed. She swayed slightly in her heels. Ellie's perfume filled my head with the earthy fragrance of jasmine mingled with a spring rain. The back of my other hand brushed back and forth across her right breast. I lowered my lips and she rose on tiptoes to meet me. We kissed. Our lips burned with desire. I squeezed her butt and palmed her breast. Suddenly Andy bounced into the kitchen and we stood apart. Andy crawled into his chair and ate his breakfast.

"I'm sorry," I said. But Ellie didn't say a word.

Ellie never spoke to me about that morning in the kitchen. We weren't lovers. We never slept together. We didn't mess around with each other. I found her sexually attractive, I mean what red-blooded guy wouldn't, but I respected her immensely, too. I didn't want Ellie to be nothing but a casual fuck. She deserves more than that. Ellie simply wasn't going to end up as another notch on my belt. That was the part of our relationship that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Ellie called me one late afternoon, she'd been asked to work over, and the money was enough to sway her to stay. I picked up Andy at daycare and fixed him his usual dinner. It was going on eight and Andy was in bed when I heard the door slowly creak open. In walked Ellie and I could tell by the way she moved that it was long hard day.

I know I'm not much of a cook, but I managed to put together something that I knew wasn't about to kill either one of us. She kicked her heels off. "Hi."

I grinned back. I was proud of myself and I had everything laid out. Two candles, wine glasses, a white tablecloth and my best silver wear. It wasn't Rolando's, but it was damn nice. Ellie was beat as I could see it in her eyes. We ate quietly and halfway through I noticed she had her fingers moving back and forth across mine. I know it's a cliché to say it, but there was some kind of electricity when we touched. Her fingers moved along the back of my hand while her stockinged toes wiggled underneath my pant leg. I leaned over and with the lightest of touches, I kissed her lips. Ellie's eyes sparked in the candlelight but it was a lackluster sparkle. She so was tired and it showed.

"Hey, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for bed? I'll clean up here and then when I'm done, I'll give you a nice smoothing back rub. What do you say?"

"That would be nice." Ellie pushed herself away from the table and drugged herself up the stairs.

I finished up in the kitchen and by the time I walked into her room, she was already under the sheets, almost half asleep. I sat beside her with a bottle of wintergreen rubbing alcohol in my hand. "Roll over," I said.

Ellie had on just the tops of her PJs and I pushed them up to her shoulders. "Would it be better if I took this off?" Ellie asked.

"It would be." I turned my head while Ellie pulled her top over her head. When I turned back she was on her belly, Ellie's bare back exposed to my fingers. I poured a bit of the green liquid into my hands and started working it into her skin. Ellie jumped when the cold liquid hit her skin.

"Ooh, Jake, ooh, that's so nice."

"Rough day?"

"Ooh, was it ever...down a little bit to the left. Ooh, yeah, right there..."

I massaged her back, then up her shoulders and down her arms. I guess it wasn't ten minutes later than Ellie was out. I mean she was dead to the world. I grew bold. I wiggled her panties down and softly massaged her tight derrière then my fingers moved up her lower back to her shoulders. I stopped for a minute and just admired her figure. Oh god, it was so tempting to roll her over on her back and explore her treasures. Had this been any other woman lying on my bed asleep, that's exactly what I'd have done, but I didn't with Ellie. I reached down and kissed the back of her ears, then down her neck and across her shoulder. I pulled a sheet across her body and walked to the doorway. Looking back, I pondered why Ellie held me at bay the way she did.

Was Mick right? There was a knot burning in my gut. I felt my head move side-to-side. Is this the way love begins?

The next morning it was back to work. I let Ellie sleep in a bit longer while I packed lunches and got Andy ready for day care. I had a few minutes free so I was enjoying a cup of coffee. Soon, I heard the familiar tap-tap of Ellie's heels as she walked down the steps. "I have everyone's lunch packed," I called out.

Ellie slowly walked over and pulled out a chair. When she sat her knees touched mine.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked.

"I was pooped."

"I could tell, you were gone in just a few minutes into your back rub," I said.

"I need to ask," Ellie began, "did you feel me up while I was sleeping?"

"What?"

"Did you?"

I'm no George Washington, as I've been known to tell a lie now and then. But I wasn't going to lie to Ellie. I looked down away from her eyes. "I may have given your rear a few rubs, but nothing else."

Ellie took my hands and placed them on her knees then pushed them under her dress till the hem of it was across my wrists. We sat there like that for a while. Neither one of us said a word. My hands were only inches away from her treasures.

"Why didn't you?" Ellie asked. Her voice was soft and low.

I sat there for the longest time. I didn't have an answer. I watched her eyes as they watched mine. I went to pull my hands out from under her dress when she stopped me.

"Why didn't you?"

"It wouldn't have been the right thing to do."

A smile filled her face and Ellie put her hand onto my cheek. "Jake, I need to tell you something. Jake, I—"

"Mommie!" Andy called as he ran into the kitchen.

**********

Ellie only asked to stay a few weeks. However those few weeks turned into several months. I didn't want to be the chauvinist pig Gloria Steinem preached about, but damn it was great having Ellie as a live in guest. We talked about the arrangement we had and agreed that as long as things were going so smoothly, we'd continue as was.

Ellie was throwing me mixed signals. At times I just wanted to sweep her off her feet and carry her upstairs ripping her clothing off as I went.

But I had other plans for a special girl I knew this coming weekend—Sue Ling.

I met her long before Ellie. A reporter from a local television station, I became instantly smitten by her. She was an absolute beauty; a stunning oriental that just oozed sex. Only about five foot three tall, her long black hair, parted in the middle, flowed down her back to stop just at her waist. Sue Ling had perfect breasts that seemed to deify gravity and legs...oh did she have legs.

She'd walk into a room and those dark black irises of her eyes would catch the light reflecting it back into your own eyes. With a toss of her head, her hair would billow about her face. Her gait, long and slow, she'd move across the room like a sleek black Siamese cat looking for trouble—and I suspect usually finding it.

I made her my personal project. 'Cause if there was one thing in my life I wanted, it was to slide her pantyhose down those luscious legs of hers and off her delicate toes. Then I'd lift her bra up over those perky tits I knew she had to have, and then watch her wriggle and squirm as I slipped her panties down to her thighs. Oh yeah. Sue Ling was going to be mine. She just didn't know it yet. I've been after her for over six months, and at last she agreed to a date with me. It was my opportunity to score big. I wasn't going to toss it away.

******

Friday had arrived and my date with Sue Ling was only hours away. I was as nervous as a small kid at a spelling bee. I came down stairs, it was going on seven, and my date with Sue Ling was at nine. I looped the tie around my neck and fidgeted with it as I stood in front of the hallway mirror. I noticed Ellie as she slowly walked up from behind.

"I wish you wouldn't go," she said rather softly.

"I've been planning on this for a long time now, Ellie."

I watched as Ellie wet her lips. "Why her?"

There was no answer that I thought Ellie would understand. How could I tell her that I hoped to have Sue Ling naked with my manhood inside her?

"Is it just sex you're after?" Ellie asked.

"It's just a date."

I turned and placed my hands on her shoulders. She worked on my tie. "If I tell you something, you won't laugh?"

She nodded.

"I like women in dresses. Sue Ling told me she brought one special just for our date. I like the soft silky things that are hidden under a dress."

"I wear dresses."

"I know you do."

"And with silky things underneath, too." She worked in my tie, pulling it tighter around my neck. Her fingers stopped. "Please don't go."

"Why?"

She didn't answer me but instead pulled my tie out. "This one is wrinkled. I'll get you a better one."

Ellie abruptly turned and left. I walked into the kitchen when I felt a tug on my pant leg. It was Andy. I lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the countertop. "What's up, little man?"

"I'm hungry."

"Okay, bet you want more some apple slices?" For some strange reason, Andy just loved apples, bananas and lima beans; not all at the same time of course.

"Yup!" He nodded his head. "Where's mommie?"

"Upstairs, getting me a tie. I'm going out for while."




Andy



"Why?" Andy asked as he crunched on the apple slices I cut for him.

"Just something I want to do."

"Mommie cries when you go."

I scooped the apple core up and tossed it into the trash. "Mommie cries?"

"Yup." Andy put his hands together then he moved his arms apart as wide as he could. "Mommie love you this much."

"How do you know that?" My breath seemed to stick in my throat.

Andy stretched his head up as far as he could and I leaned down so he could whisper in my ear. "Mommie told me. It's a secret." Andy wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me as tight as he could. "Andy loves daddy." He put his hands together and opened his arms. "Me and Mommie love you whole bunches." He bit down into another slice of apple. I picked him up and put him onto the floor. He scrambled out into the living room.

My head was swimming. 'Daddy,' he called me daddy. Just then Ellie walked into the kitchen with a new tie in her hand. "Here, I can't let you go out looking the way you did." Ellie looped end over end as she worked the tie together. I knew it didn't take as long as she took to get me a tie. I watched her face. Her eyes were red and I could see tracks of dried tears on her cheek. Ellie had been crying upstairs.

"If you were to ask..."

"Ask you what, Ellie?"

"Ask me to wear a dress, I would. I wear soft silky things under my dresses, too. I wouldn't put up any resistance if you wanted to see how soft my things are under my dress."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't see that one coming and Ellie caught me completely off guard. I just stood there while she worked on my tie. Ellie finished tying my tie and I felt her hands moved down my arms till her fingertips were resting on my hands. "Just ask me... Jake, please don't go. I don't want you to go out with her."

My eyes caught the clock on the stove. "We'll talk about this later." I moved toward the door and when I turned the doorknob, I looked over my shoulder at Ellie standing in short PJ bottoms and a sweatshirt. I thought of Sue Ling. Mommies cries. "We'll talk when I get back." I opened the door and left.

******

I let the storm door slam shut angrily behind me. My mind felt like a convoluted mangle of nerves. Of wants. Of needs. My car moved down the highway. My mind conjured images of Sue Ling standing before me in a short sweater dress. My thoughts dwelled, obsessed on the possibility that somehow I was making a mistake. But which one is the mistake? Go to meet Sue Ling? Maybe score with her. Or go back to Ellie? I didn't know. I turned the steering wheel. I needed to think—to realign my thoughts. I pulled into a bar I knew. Taking a seat in the rear, I quickly ordered a drink. My fingers wrapped around the glass and I stared down into the reflection of a hollow, empty man. What will be the price if these forces boiling within me are not allowed to escape? I can't have both. The storm of doubt grew inside me. Do I want Sue Ling or do I need Ellie?

Mommie cries. Those words burnt in my mind as though someone had driven a rusty nail deep into my brain. I recall all those times Ellie made subtle, flirtatious gestures. A touch of her hair, a fix of a strap on her shoe. A quick flash of her thigh when she'd turn. Those surges of light now cut through the darkness. I had been so blind.

Sue Ling was waiting on me. Those lovely, long legs of hers were waiting on me. I wanted to caress them, feel them with my fingers. Taste her with my lips. Mommie cries. I bit my lips and the booze burnt them when I placed the glass to my lips. What is love? Have I fallen in love with Ellie? I'm a writer searching for words that I can't say. Do I love Ellie?

I allow images of Ellie to float up in the pool of my memory. Marvelous things. I feel in my hand the softness of Ellie's butt when I accidentally touched her months ago. She didn't push me away. My heart and my brain compete with each other. Which way? What does my future hold?

Will it be a new and glorious level of being, an unequivocal paradise on earth, or my own private living hell? Sue Ling is beautiful. Questions. Questions. I tip my head back and drain my glass. Questions. More questions. They eat at me like some invisible parasite gnawing away slowly from the inside out. Answers? 'Just ask me.' Ellie said. What if I was wrong? Another drink. I glanced at the clock over the bar's mirror. Mommie cries.

I leave most of my second drink on the table. I slid the loose change into the palm of my hand and walked to the payphone. With the cling of a dropping dime, I set my future in motion.

******

I push my key into the lock. The room is still. I hear the TV playing low in the other room. I tossed my keys onto the counter just as Ellie emerged from the other room. She stopped and looked at me. My heartbeat increased when I looked at her. Yes, I had made the right decision.

When I didn't speak, she started, "You're home early. What happened?"

"I went to a bar," I said numbly, looking into her eyes. My heart was racing.

"Why did you do that?" Ellie asked confused.

"I needed to think things over in my mind." I answered.

"About what?"

"I didn't see Sue Ling." Tears seemed to fill my eyes. "Ellie, I love you."

Ellie bolted across the room and leaped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist. Ellie covered my face with kisses. I reached under her sweatshirt and my hands moved up and down her warm bare back. Ellie was real. She was warm and she was in my arms. Sue Ling was a fantasy. A Kodachrome image projected onto a vinyl sheet of glass beads without substance.

Ellie pulled me tight and she leaned her head down by my neck. "I love you, Jake. Oh, god I fell in love with you and I didn't think you felt the same way."

Ellie began kissing me gently around the perimeters of my lips, and then she brushed her mouth across my cheeks before moving down and nibbling at my jaw line. My body seemed to quiver. My face flushed. Ellie's fingers quickly moved across my chest, slipping button from hole as her fingers moved down my shirt. She opened my shirt and kissed my chest lowering her lips to my abdomen. Her kisses so wet, so sensual, my knees appeared unable to hold me upright. My fingers ran through her hair, down her shoulders and back again.

Ellie pushed against me, keeping me at bay, unable to see her treasures. She pulled her sweatshirt over her arms. I reached up to cradle her breasts in my hands, but she pulled them down. Ellie's fingers worked on my belt. I heard my zipper being pulled down and her fingers pressed the front of my slacks apart. Her hand glided over my cock, hot, hard, and ready.

She palmed my cock in her hand still hiding inside my briefs. Moving her hand slowly up and down my manhood, I rose up on tiptoes.

"I want this in me," Ellie cooed. Her voice seemed desperate, wanting.

Suddenly, she pulled my shirt from my body and pressed her breasts hard into my chest. Her nipples hot and hard pushed deep into my flesh. I closed my eyes for a second and when I open them, Ellie had my shirt on. My eyes caught a glimpse of her bare breasts as they played hide and seek behind the open shirt. She moved. Her right breast became uncovered. My breath seemed to stick in my lungs. My hands moved up, but then stopped. My eyes filled with her.

Ellie took a few steps back and for the first time since we're been together, I saw the lovely, sexual woman that she is. Her eyes locked onto mine and with one slow continuous movement, she lowered her PJ bottoms to the floor. There she stood. Her breasts slipping in and out of the fabric of my shirt, teasing me with alluring promises yet to come. The smallest white lace panties I've ever seen hugged her hips.

Ellie's fingertip traced the outline of my lips, brushing over them with the lightest touch.

I don't know what she was thinking. But from the smile on her face, it had to be good. My pants were open, my cock pushed out against my briefs and I was ready to explode. Even the hairs on my chest tingled.

Ellie draped her arms around my neck and I look down and saw the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. She whispered, "Follow me." I took her hand and I followed her like a small child into the living room.

It seemed that Ellie had made Andy a small fort out of the sofa, a few chairs, and some blankets. There was a small entrance and I crawled in with Ellie right behind me. No sooner than we were inside when I noticed Ellie working on my shoes. She slid them off along with my socks. On her knees she moved seductively like a cat stalking its prey. Her hair hung down, her breasts moved side-to-side and I could see her nipples. Ellie tugged and pulled at my pants, and it seemed so awkward that I wasn't the one in control. On my back, my body seemed frozen as she pulled my slacks away from my feet.

Her hair moved across my bare legs. My cock struggled for its freedom from my briefs. Ellie lowered her face down against my struggling manhood and placed a kiss just below my belly button. My body arched and when it did, she slipped her fingers under my butt and yanked the back of my briefs down. I watched her. Her tongue moved down to the waistband of my briefs and then traced along the elastic band. With a growl from her throat, Ellie pulled them down with her teeth releasing my desperate cock from its prison.

I was embarrassed. I was on display. My cock hard and stiff stood proud and upright from my body. It was Ellie that controlled the action. I was the sex object. Ellie held my cock in her hand and placed a single kiss on its head. My body shivered. Ellie cradled my balls in her hand. Her fingers moved down to the root of my cock and she held me tight. She kissed along the shaft. Knowing I was wound up, she released me.

Her hands moved up and down my legs feeling my hard, tight muscles. She'd allowed her hair to rain down on my swollen cock. Her fingers slid into my short hairs pulling at them gently. Then her fingers started delving into my most private parts of my body. I writhed against her questing fingers. The air seemed to rush from my lungs. This was too much. Way too much. I grabbed her hands.

"I'm going to cum!"

She let go of me and lowered her body down against mine. "Not yet," she whispered.

I moved my hands to her shoulders and slipped the shirt from her body. I rolled her over onto her back. At last, Ellie was in front of me. My eyes followed the contours of her body. The color of her hair. My hands held her breasts for the first time. Ellie was so soft. Her breasts full and perfect. Her nipples were hot and pointed. My fingers moved down to her panties and I wiggled one side down her hip then the other. I felt my face fill with a smile as a patch of honey brown fur was exposed. Ellie was at last naked and she was mine.

I lowered my face to her breasts, taking one then the other into my mouth. My fingers moved through the short curly hairs between her legs. Lingering there for a few moments, my fingertip dipped into her velvet wetness. I found her small lips, pushed them apart and teased the soft delicate flesh of her rosebud. Ellie's back arched and she dug her fingers into the carpet. Just the very tips of my fingers glided across the stiffness of her clit. I could feel it quivering against my fingertips as her wetness flooded my hand. My thumb brushed over her pussy.

Ellie grabbed my arm. "I need you inside me," she said desperately. Ellie moved her head side-to-side.

I spread her legs apart and slowly made my way on top of her. Ellie's fingers were on my swollen, red-hot cock and she guided it into her hot, wet tunnel. My cock felt as hard as steel and as hot a molten metal. I was against her entrance and I could feel her pulse against the head of my cock. I felt her resistance and pushed slightly. Ellie moaned just a bit and I pushed deeper into her body. She spread her legs more to accommodate me. I was so desperate. Our legs rubbed together, Ellie's were so soft and smooth. The scent of her perfume, the color of her skin. My senses were being overloaded. I could drown in her essents.

Ellie lifted her hips and I went into her agonizingly slowly so Ellie could feel every inch of me as I filled her. Her muscles tighten and tugged at my cock. Ellie's eyes locked onto mine. We shared each other's soul. We had no more secrets. There would be no hiding what our hearts felt. What our bodies demanded. Our lips touched and they fought for dominance as we pour kisses on each other.

The movements of our bodies grew more urgent. I could feel myself swell inside her, stretching her. The look in her eyes. The heat of her body rose up and mingled with mine. The room seemed so hot I thought we'd catch on fire.

That hot building of a climax in my gut filled me. I kissed Ellie and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her head rolled back and she caught her screams as she dug her nails into my back. Ellie exploded under me. Her body arched then she clutched at my back, she pulled my hair as she gasped out my name. She came with a terrifying glorious orgasm of such intensity I was frightened. Seconds later I felt myself building hot and deep. I claimed her mouth once again as I squeezed Ellie and I flooded her sex with my seed with such ferocity I clawed down onto her shoulders with my hands. My body surged, jerked and bucked as I drained myself deep into her. As the last few surges passed, I caught myself with my hands, hovering over Ellie. I stole one more kiss.

Our union was complete.

Ellie wrapped her legs around mine. We found each other's hands and we held them tight while our breaths mingled. I rolled over on my side leaving a long wet trail from between Ellie's legs. On my back, I tired to catch my breath. I glanced over at Ellie and I noticed one hand teasing a nipple while the other one stroked in and out of her curly hairs. Neither one of us moved for several minutes. I was trying to find my words and Ellie was just smiling.

We propped ourselves up against the back of the couch. Ellie's hand found mine and she squeezed it gently. "Wow. That was something," Ellie said then she smiled at me.

We cuddled inside our little fort for almost half an hour. The TV, with the volume set low, played in the background.

Ellie moved her leg back and forth across mine. Her arm went around my shoulder and she pulled me over to her. "If you were to ask me."

"Ask you what?"

Her voice seemed low and cautious. "Ask me to wear a dress."

I looked at her and could see how serious she was. I squeezed her fingers in mine. "Is it because what I said about Sue Ling?"

"Maybe a little bit," Ellie said then she bit down on her lips. Her fingers moved over my bare chest touching my skin with the softest touch. "I was hoping you'd do that to me," Ellie said.

"What do you mean?"

Ellie looked over at me. It was like she just handed me an obscure key to a very obscure lock; the lock that she carried around her heart. The lock that only she could see; the one that only she could feel.

Ellie turned to me and grabbed my hands. "Every guy I've ever been with has been so rough. I would like to know what it's like."

"Ellie, it would be a bit strange after we just had sex, that's all."

Ellie looked about in our tiny love nest. "Rules don't exist in our world right now."

For a few moments I sat with my back against the couch and thought about it. It wasn't like she asked me to stab my hand with a fork. I certainly was interested after all I did plan on romancing Sue Ling out of her clothing. I touched Ellie's hand.

"Would you put a dress on for me?"

"I'll be quick." Ellie patted her eyes dry and crawled out from under our fort.

I didn't set a timer so I don't know if she was gone for three minutes or thirty minutes. I heard the tap-tap of her heels as Ellie walked down the stairs. I noticed a tingle between my legs and cock seemed hot.

Ellie stood in front of the TV, the flickering light from it set her in silhouette. She wore dark brown shoes with a delicate strap that wound around each ankle. Ellie pulled the coffee table over and lifted her foot onto it. She placed her hands on her ankle then ever so slowly Ellie drew her hand up her leg. Ellie pushed the hem of her dress up 'till her hands toyed with the waistband of her hose. Jesus, I thought. I couldn't believe what my eyes were telling me. I pushed my back up against the couch, taking in the show. The dress opened slightly when she changed position, exposing more of her leg. I wet my lips. Damn, did she ever look good.

Her hands moved up her sides and then cupped her breasts. Hardness returned to my manhood. Ellie got down on all fours and moved toward me. Her eyes glowed a deep indigo blue. She crawled up beside me and placed her arm around my shoulder. Ellie lowered her legs across mine and slowly moved one back and forth across my lap. Her thigh rubbed against my swollen cock.

What an odd sight we must have been. Me naked as the day I was born and Ellie, curled up beside me looking like she was ready to walk into a board meeting at her office.

"This is different," I said. Ellie looked at me and tilted her head to one side. "Normally, I've got all my clothing on and the girl is losing hers."

"Whatever you'd like to do to me," Ellie said quietly. "Just be sure you do it slowly."

The smooth nylon of her pantyhose tingled my hand when I rubbed it, letting the slippery fibers slide under my fingers. I moved my hand a bit faster, a little harder as I slowly opened her dress. I watched as Ellie closed her eyes and a smile filled her face. I pushed her legs apart and my hands cupped her crotch, still moist from our lovemaking. My fingertip stroked back and forth across her hose and panties. Ellie's face blushed red and her lips made an 'o' as I touched her. Ellie's pussy flooded and my fingers were quickly drenched by her wetness.

She pushed her crotch into my hand, submersing my fingers in the wetness that oozed out from her panties and hose. Ellie sucked in several quick abbreviated breaths and let them out as short bird like chirps. "Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh." she called out. I watched as her faced blushed and her hips began to move side-to-side, gyrating slowly then her tempo increased. Ellie snapped her legs closed and she held my hand captive.

I placed my free hand on her cheek and brushed her eyebrow with my fingers. "Ellie, you're lovely."

"Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh!"

Ellie's eyes rolled back and she shuddered and moaned softly.

I dipped my head down till our foreheads touched. "You stinker. You were holding back, weren't you?"

"Oh, Jake that felt so good."

My hand left her crotch and moved between her breasts spreading the front of her dress open. I slipped my hand inside. My hand filled with her and I smiled like a small boy holding onto his bag of trick or treat candy. "You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this." My thumb circled her nipple hidden under a blanket of nylon.

Ellie seemed to push her breasts deeper into my hands. "You have no idea how many times I wanted you to," she said.

I reached behind her and pulled on the bow that held her dress together, and I spread her dress across her shoulders. My fingers moved across her champagne goblet breasts hidden behind her bra and a silky nylon camisole. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and then I pulled in a deep long breath and slowly let it out.

"Is this what you like?" she asked as she bought her knee up against my hard cock. "Am I soft enough for you?"

"More than I could've ever imagined." I reached down, released the strap from her shoe and lifted her heel out from them leaving her shoe still on her foot. "Leave it like this."

I fished the straps of her bra out from her shoulders and with one quick pinch released it from her body, and I pulled it down and out from under her camisole. The sensation of nylon against her bare breasts and my hand was simply intoxicating. I slipped her dress from her shoulders and gently pulled it away from her body. Ellie's light blue camisole came down just to her belly button, her bra was a crumpled pile on the floor. She was down to just her panties and her pantyhose, one shoe, and her camisole.




Andy



"Is this how you thought it would be like?" I asked Ellie.

"I was better than what I could have imagined."

I watched her face and studied her eyes. "Ellie, I wouldn't trade this moment for all the Sue Lings in the world." Ellie leaned her head on my shoulder. The TV flashed a kaleidoscope of colors into out little nest.

"Andy called me daddy tonight."

"Did he?"

"Would you like to fill me in on it?"

"A few weeks ago when I picked him up at daycare, he was crying and fussy. When I asked his teachers why, they told me that he didn't want to draw pictures for his dad 'cause he didn't have a dad to give it to."

"I see..."

"So I kind of told him that you were his dad. I didn't think you'd care."

"I never thought I'd hear those words." I thought for few seconds. "But it's okay. Yeah, it's better than just okay."

"You're more of a father to him than any man I've ever known," Ellie said as she wiggled closer.

The curve of Ellie's hip filled my hand. I leaned my head onto her shoulder and closed my eyes. I don't know what Ellie was thinking, but from the way her breathing had slowed and the glow on her face, I'd venture to say the lock had fallen from her heart.

"Ooh, this is so nice," Ellie said.

The fragrance of the perfume she wore filled my head. The flowery hint of shampoo still lingered in her hair. The softness of her breasts filled my hand. I kissed the makeup from her eyes.

My arms slipped around her and I pulled Ellie against my chest. "I hold you and I feel the crispness of a cool walk in an autumn woods. The warmth of a fire on Christmas Eve. The way the air smells right after a thunderstorm. The sound of a gentle spring rain on a metal roof. I hold you."

I traced the outline of her lips with a single fingertip then I cupped her head in my hands and I kissed Ellie with the softest of kisses.

Ellie's arms moved around my neck and pulled me closer. "All this time, you've been putting on an act. Jake, you've been looking for love."

"I found it, haven't I?"

"Yeah, you have, Jake."

I don't know how long we sat inside our little fort. I do know the late night TV shows were over and the screen filled with a test pattern. I undressed Ellie out of her remaining clothing as slowly as I could. I don't know who enjoyed it more, her or me, but I'm glad she put that dress on. Ellie was right. I didn't know I was on a quest but I found what I've been searching for. I had made the right decision.

*******

"Grrrrr."

I slowly opened one eye and then the other. My eyes focused on a small green Godzilla that was biting my nose. "Grrrrr," I said back. It was Andy. I moved my arm from under the sheets and scooped him up from the floor and onto the bed. I tickled him till he giggled.

"Daddy, we're hungry," Andy squealed.

"Okay. Apple slices for you and what 'bout Mr. Godzilla?"

"He wants a banana."

"I see. Well you get your butt downstairs and when I get my pants on, I'll be down to feed you two."

"Grrrrr," Andy growled and scurried out the room.

Saturday morning is cartoon time in our house, so I sliced an apple and a banana and let him watch the TV. I went back upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed by Ellie. She was still asleep, and exhausted from last night's romp on the living room floor.

The Saturday sun was trying like mad to work its way into the bedroom. I opened the drapes allowing the warm rays to enter. I sat down beside Ellie. She seemed to be asleep. I touched her face with the back of my hand, and then I pulled the sheet she had used to cover herself, exposing her bare breasts. I folded my hands on my lap and just looked at her lying there. Her hair flowed around her face, framing it in its yellow glow. I tugged the sheet down to her toes. With the back of my knuckle, I caressed the short brown curly hairs between her legs.

In the sunlight, her body seemed to glow. Last night, the flicking light from the TV was dim and I wasn't able to fully appreciate her female form. I recalled from last night, the mole on her right breast, the small birthmark by her waist. My fingers slid across the smooth skin of her legs. A smile grew on my face.

My fingers touched her breasts, so full and ripe, soft, and smooth. I lowered my lips to her ears. "I love you." I flicked a few stray hairs from her face. I saw a smile break across her face. I knew she was faking being asleep.

Ellie opened one eye. I caught her. She filled my hand with hers, and then she pushed herself up resting on her elbows.

Ellie took my hand and placed it on her breast. Just like last night, the curve of her breast fit my hand just like she was made especially for me. Ellie slipped her hand behind my neck and lowered my lips to hers. She bit down on her lips. "This is our bedroom now?"

"Yup, sure is from now on." I kissed her just where the small of the neck meets her collarbone. I felt her body flash with heat. "Ooh, as much as I'd like to, we'd better get up."

"I suppose so," Ellie said somewhat reluctantly.

I stood and walked over to one of the dressers. I opened the top and then the next drawer down. I found what I was looking for; her bras.

Ellie had slid her legs out from the covers and was sitting on the edge of the bed. I moved beside her. "Turnaround," I said.

Ellie turned slightly and I threaded her arms into her bra working the straps across her shoulders. Gently, I wiggled her breasts into the cups. Satisfied I hooked the clasp together.

Ellie looked over her shoulder at me. "You know, I'm twenty-five. I'd had my share of men in my life, but this is the first time that a guy ever put my clothing on."

"I like silky things on a beautiful woman."

"Am I beautiful?" Ellie turned toward me. "As beautiful as Sue Ling?"

I reached up to the dresser and snatched a pair of panties. Lifting both of her feet, I snaked them up her legs to her waist.

"Jake?"

I moved my hand across her back. My fingers traced along the straps of her bra. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. And, Ellie, not just on the outside, but inside, too."

Ellie spun around on the edge of the bed, her knees now pressed against mine. "I don't want to sound greedy, but, Jake, I don't want to share you with other women. Will you, right now, tell me that I'm yours?"

I folded her hands together and held them in mine. "From this moment on, I'll never hold another hand but yours." I leaned down and we kissed. Then we both heard the sounds of little feet as they came up the stairs. Ellie pulled the sheet up to her shoulders just as Andy climbed into the bed. He scooted over by Ellie and I wrapped my arms around them both. "Daddy loves you two whole bunches."

*********

Life seemed to hand us nothing but good things. It was so hard for me to believe, but it's been over a year since Ellie and I met. Andy turned four and he was quite a talker. A real chatterbox. It was June and robins that call Compton Hill Reservoir Park their home were raising their young. This decision was easier.

Ellie looked so sexy in her miniskirt and yellow shirt. We sat on a bench. The very same bench I sat on when I pulled Andy out of the duck pond. Our knees touched. I placed my arm around Ellie's shoulder. "I'm getting tired of introducing you as my girlfriend."

Ellie turned toward me, surprised. "What else would you call me?"

"Oh, I don't know, there're a couple of names we could use I guess."

"Like what?"

"I like Mr. and Mrs. Or husband and... Wife.

I fished a ring out of my pant's pocket and I dropped down on one knee. I shook like an old rusty Pinto. I heard Ellie gasp. "Ooh, Jake are you?"

"Ellie, it's not the biggest ring in the world, but it's big enough to hold all the memories you and I will make together. Ellie, will you marry me?" I slipped the ring onto her finger.

This time I caught Ellie off guard. She just stared at the ring I placed on her finger. Then she jumped and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Oh God yes. Yes! Yes! I love the sound of husband and wife together. Ooh, god yes!"

Ellie cried and I tried my best to dry her tears with my fingers. Holding her hands in mine, I watched the tears pool in the corners of her eyes and trickle down her face.

"I love you, Jake."

When we got back home, and after the babysitter left, we told Andy. I don't know if his mind wrapped around the idea of me marrying his mother, but he seem happy. The wheels of life began to move around us. We talked of the future. Of maybe giving Andy a brother or sister.

Since my days of girl watching had come to an end, I decided I needed a new hobby. So Ellie and I began to work on turning the house into a home for her, Andy and me. Andy was my helper. He held my tools. Andy was my best buddy.

I found that home is where you grow tomatoes, string up a hammock between two trees, and welcome the daylilies in the early summer. It's a place where your toes are welcomed on a green carpet of lawn. Home was a place where Andy could chase fireflies on a summer night.

We'd camped in the back yard. Just Andy, Ellie and me. We'd listen to the crickets at dusk, and watch the moon as it rose in the evening sky. We'd toast marshmallows in the fire and I'd tell him a scary story while the grass turned wet from the dew. Ellie and I would sit by the fire; my arm around her, our hands wove together. It truly was the best of times and I'd give anything to keep those memories, those nights, if I only could by dipping them into drops of amber locking them away forever.

*******

I was unusually busy, after all it was an election year and the politicians were as slick as snot on a polished doorknob. It was great hunting season for a journalist like me. The former president gave the country a used Ford, and editorials were flying like UFOs over a Nevada desert. When I got back to the office, a note was sitting on my desk. I was to go immediately to Andy's doctor's office. I dropped my briefcase on my chair and took off. I wondered what it could be this time. I hoped he didn't try jumping off the back porch railings trying to fly again.

The doctor's office is in midtown. It's not too far from my office, and it seemed I was there within fifteen minutes. I didn't see Ellie or Andy in the waiting room so I knocked on the sliding glass window.

"Oh, Mr. Peters. Yes," a nurse said. I've been here so many times, I was practically on a first name basis with the staff.

Seconds later the side door opened. "What did he do this time?"

The nurse smiled, like they always to, but instead of taking me back to one of the examination rooms, I was led to the doctor's private office. My gut tightened when I saw Ellie, a tissue in her hands, the doctor at his desk.

"Andy? What's wrong with Andy?"

"Perhaps you should sit down, Mr. Peters."

I melted down into the chair. This wasn't one of Andy's usual scrapes and cuts. I could tell. This was more. Way more. I felt Ellie's hand on mine.

"He complained of a headache today. He could hardly talk. It just came out all jumbled," Ellen began, "It hurt so much I couldn't get him to stop crying. Jake, he can't stand up."

"What?"

"Mr. Peters, we don't know yet, but we're taking X-rays now of his head. They won't give us a very clear picture, but if there is something—"

"Something? Something as in what kind of something?"

"Mr. Peters. I'm not saying anything right now. But—"

"A tumor?"

"I suspect so."

Ellie started to cry. "No..."

"Are we talking cancer?" I asked sheepishly.

"We're running some tests now as we speak."

Just then a nurse walked into the room, several large X-rays under her arm. The doctor slipped the first one into the light box. I couldn't tell a thing. After all, I was just a medic and obviously not a very good one. He took it out and placed another one in. Then the third. He flipped the light out.

"I'm going to refer you two to a Oncologist."

I looked at him with the most sincere look I could muster. "What do you suspect?"

"Without exploratory surgery, X-rays are our only tool. They're shadows of light and darkness. I thought, as you probably did, that Andy was just a rumpus little boy that seemed to have more accidents than a dog has fleas. I wonder now if his sense of balance was being affected. With his history of falling and loss of balance and his recent problems with his speech..."

"Doctor?"

"Given his history and the shadows I see on the X-rays, I suspect Andy sufferers from a glioma.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"In laymen terms. A brain tumor."

There, he said it. I looked over at Ellie and she turned as white as could be. "Oh, no, not my son. Not Andy. Oh God, Jake. Not Andy."

I held Ellie in my arms as tightly as I could, trying with all my strength to hold us both together.

*****

Time was not our friend. I knew a lot of people in the city government and I called in some favors. When I told them our story, they pushed Andy's adoption through. Weeks later Andy was legally ours. I had a son.

With a borrowed wedding dress, a rented tux, family and friends, nurses and doctors, Ellie and I were married in Andy's hospital room. Mick was my best man. Ellie's sister drove in from LA to be her bridesmaid. I promised her a second wedding right down to the white church in the country, but she said she'd never been as happy seeing Andy's face as we said our vows to each other. We had become a family.

Test affirmed that Andy had glioblastoma multiforme. It's an aggressive cancer, and Andy's doctors wasted no time in staring treatment. If you call being zapped by a radiation machine treatment. Then there were the drugs. Even a full grown adult would have been knocked to their knees. But Andy, always the trooper, hung in there.

The radiation treatments cause him to lose his hair. The medication made Andy weak, so Ellie was there every day to help feed him. I was, too. But somehow, my task was to keep him in good spirits. I became the comedy relief guy by telling him goofy stories. I'd come into his room wearing a wide brimmed hat, telling him I was back from safari trying to catch dinosaurs.

We quickly found out that having a child with cancer required a paradigm shift in our way of life. The hospital's routine soon became our routine.

But no matter what we did. Or what the hospital's nurses and doctors did. Andy's cancer didn't respond. The doctors unleashed a barrage of every weapon they had. But the tumor remained. Defiant as ever.

******

The weeks seemed to drag. The endless trips to the hospital. Never any good news. We fell into a deep rut lined with self-doubt and second guessing. Sometimes at night, I'd hold Ellie in my arms as we lay in our bed. She cried endless tears. So did I.

Ellie always kept a bag packed and ready by the front door. It had two complete changes of clothing for her and me, a roll of dimes for the phone, and a few coloring books and some toys. It was our 'go kit', because as soon as the phone rang, we'd be ready to go. We used our kit a few times when the hospital would call late at night.

When you're a parent with a sick child in the hospital, you sleep with one eye open. For some reason, tonight, I slept with both eyes wide open. I had a gut feeling. Around a quarter to four in the morning, the phone rang. We grabbed our bags.

I somehow believed that I could let go of the steering wheel of the car and it would just drive to the hospital, as if it knew how to get there by itself. We arrived just a few minutes after four in the morning and quickly made our way up elevators and down corroders to Andy's room. As we approached, we noticed a young doctor was waiting just outside his room. He made the call to us. Ellie talked to the doctor, I stood guard. I didn't want to hear the soft shadowy words that he spoke.

"Noooo..." I heard Ellie moan, as she turned stone white.

I felt the doctor's hand on my shoulder. He held Ellie's hand. "Be with him. I'm sorry." The doctor took a few steps back then disappeared down a long corroder. We both knew what he meant. We knew this day was coming; and it had arrived. Then Ellie and I did what every parent with a dying child does before entering their room—we became actor and actress. We painted our faces with the makeup of calm, of reassuring, of hope.

Ellie entered the room first. I felt her melt beside me. Andy had curled up in his bed. I couldn't look at first, so I turned my head to the brightly painted Walt Disney characters on the walls. But somehow even they knew, as it seemed even Mickey Mouse had a tear in his eye.

Like stucco falling from an old rotting building the façade we had painted on our faces just seconds earlier broke off in large chunks, hitting the floor as moans of loss. We stood there, our emotions bare. Raw. "Oh shit." I said.

Ellie kicked her shoes off and while I lifted Andy from his bed, Ellie got in and I lowered Andy down into her arms. "Hey, doc said you weren't feeling so good so dad and I came here to help you sleep," Ellie said as reassuring as she could.

Ellie gently rocked Andy and I smiled a weak smile and walked to the door of his room. I needed some air. I turned back into his room and Ellie looked at me. "He wants you."

There was a large leather chair that appeared to be older than Ellie and I combined. It was well worn and two people could almost fit in it. I picked Andy up and carried him over to the chair. Ellie gathered pillows and we stuffed them into the sides and under Andy's head. I held my son in my arms. His snow white hair was gone, just a few long rebellious strands remained. He seemed so small. So light. He was awake, yet he'd close his eyes every now and then.

 "How you doin'?"

There was a long pause. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

This time I paused. I swallowed hard.

"We talked about this before, Andy." My words came out like dust that blew away without form or meaning. I looked up at Ellie standing in front of us. She had a knuckle in her mouth and she was biting down hard on it.

I pulled everything I had together and I pushed those few long hairs away from his face. "Yes..."

"I'll go to heaven?"

"Yes, you will."

"What's it like, daddy?"

"I don't know, Andy. I do know there are no needles or IVs or silly nurses that wake you up and ask if you're sleeping okay." He smiled just ever so slightly.

"Will you and mom be there?"

"Yup, we'll be there in a flash." Ellie lowered herself down on her knees rubbing Andy's small hand in hers. Andy closed his eyes and then quickly opened them up. "It's okay, you can sleep."

Andy moved this head side-to-side slightly. "No...if I close my eyes I won't see you anymore."

My thumb stroked his cheek. "Sure you will."

Rivers of tears started to run down my cheeks unabated when I felt Andy's small fingers touch my chin.

 "Daddy, you're crying?"

I cradled him and dip my lips to his ears. "Oh, Andy, I'm going to miss you so much. I love you, Andy. I'll be here for you...always. Always."

Ellie and I traded places off and on all night long holding Andy in our arms while we sat in that old leather chair. It's funny how your subconscious keeps track of time. I noticed the hustle as the night shift finished and the day shift began. The rattle of the food service carts. The mechanical hum of a floor scrubber; the sound of broom and dustpan of the cleaning staff. A nurse came in around six and removed the IV stint in his hand. Ellie comforted Andy as much as she could. Andy stopped talking.

The sun was shining, a new day was beginning, yet in our world, the drapes remained closed as we tried in vain not to allow death to find Andy. Noon arrived without fanfare, and a young nurse came in and gave Andy a shot of something. I didn't ask. It would've had made any difference. Ellie held Andy. The room was so very quiet. Even the busyness of the nurse's station didn't dare to enter the room.




Andy



We could tell the end was near and Ellie stayed with Andy in the chair. She was the one that held him in her arms when he was born, and now, she held him in her arms as Andy awaited death. Ellie quietly sung a lullaby to her son. Her voice so soft and soothing, it comforted me as well.

It wasn't quite three in the afternoon when her song faded into stillness. Ellie looked up at me, her face wet with tears. "He's gone..."

I turned my head away for a few seconds then looked back at Ellie holding Andy's body. I nodded in confirmation. I walked just outside his room. I caught the eye of a nurse standing by a desk. No words were spoken. She knew.

Two nurses entered the room and pulled the door closed. I leaned up against the wall. I closed my eyes and tried with all my might to prevent the tears I felt building in my eyes from breaking free. I heard Ellie call out. A long mournful cry of despair filled the tiny room. I bit down on my lips—hard. I clinched my fists. Then I felt my legs melt turning into liquid. My back slid down the smooth teal green walls 'till my head rested between my knees. My mind exploded into a kaleidoscope of images that flashed before my eyes. I thought of Andy and I wept.

******

They say that the older you get the faster time seems to go by. I guess that's so. Weeks now seem to go by like days and I noticed I'm tearing the pages from the calendar more often. Although time seems to go by quicker, we've both slowed down.

Andy's death damn near ripped us apart. Ellie fell into a deep depression. I thought for a while she and I just weren't going to make together. I thought about having an affair but I kept my promise to Ellie. I've never held another hand but hers. Slowly, Ellie got better. Our bond became even stronger.

I don't recall when it was, perhaps five, maybe eight years after Andy died that Mick passed away. Mick was right, as he always was. I had found my passion; my wife, my children and my love of writing. In the ensuring years, I've written twenty some books, many of them on the New York Times bestseller list.

That little ass wipe of a photographer, Terry, got fired from the paper. He designs women's clothing in New York. He's worth millions. And Sue Ling? I wonder about her now and then, especially late at night while Ellie is lying beside me asleep. I heard she gave one of the guys she dated in the pressroom a nasty dose of syphilis. Ten years ago I was told she was dying from AIDS related complications. I'm sure she gone by now.

As for Ellie and me, she bore us four children in our marriage; each one precious and unique. We're grandparents now. We have a good life together. There's plenty of life to live and Ellie and I aren't done yet. We plan on sticking 'round long enough to hold our first great-grandchild in our arms. Life has been good to Ellie and me.

I turned my collar to the cold and damp when I felt the familiar warmth of Ellie's hand on mine. The day wasn't as warm now as it was back then. We placed a single white rose on Andy's head stone; just as we have done every year for the past thirty-nine years.

For you see, when Andy died, we agreed we wouldn't remember the day of his passing. But instead, we'd remember him on a different day. We chose that extraordinarily warm spring day, April 29, 1972, the day I pulled a little blonde haired boy out of a fridge duck pond. The same little boy that captured my heart and opened my eyes to love...



Andy & Becky Ch. 1



Tonight is the night, she thought, as she stepped into the shower. Tonight is the night it will happen. Tonight is the night, after all these years, that she will get what her heart desires: a husband and a family to love.

* * *

Becky was thirty-four years old and had been teaching grade school for the last nine years. She had met Andy at a local grocery store after she knocked down a small display of canned goods. He had helped her to pick up the items, and they started a conversation from there. They had then started dating, and one night she decided that he would be the one to "pop her cherry" and they made love. She insisted he wear a condom, although she was also on the pill. She did not want any chance of becoming pregnant.

Andy was nine months older than she was, and was a college student. He had been in the service, and was attending a local college. And she couldn’t believe that she was dating him. He was cute, attentive, and a gentleman. He opened doors for her, made her dinner, and took her out. But as the relationship went on, she felt that something was wrong. Then one day he announced he hated the small-town life and was transferring to a bigger school in another city. She didn’t like that, because she knew that sooner or later their long-distance relationship would come to an end. And she was right.

Three years later she heard through the grapevine that he was getting married. She was happy for him, but she was also envious of his wife. Why her and not me? she would ask. Those three years had been lonely, with few dates, and none of them quality. Added into the mix was her mother’s death, and she didn’t want to leave her father alone, so she still lived at home. And she wondered if living at home may have doomed her social life.

Her father died three and a half years later. She was devastated. She was now all alone. When she was at her lowest, fate again intervened. She was at one of the area malls when she ran into Andy and his little girl. It was sort of awkward, but she learned something that made her heart leap. His wife had been killed in an auto accident last year. She was glad that she might have another chance with Andy, but she also felt terrible because she felt glad. His wife had died, for God’s sake! But a day later he had called her and asked her to go out to dinner. She accepted, and they had a great time. The night before he and his daughter were to go back home, she met him at the door in a green negligée. He had expected to take her to a nice restaurant, but instead they made macaroni and cheese, after they made love.

They kept in touch, and she made frequent trips to see him. She thought the relationship was getting to the serious point of marriage, and when she asked him about it he said he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get married again. But if she were to get pregnant, he said it may be old-fashioned, but he would do the honorable thing and marry her. He didn’t want her to lose her job as a teacher, and not be able to teach again.

She thought for a while, and came up with a plan. It wasn’t that she wanted to trap him into marrying her, it’s just that she wanted a baby so much she was willing to do almost anything. And she would be able to get Andy in the process. So, she began taking her temperature, and finding out the days when she had the best chance of becoming pregnant. She knew Andy hated using condoms, as all men do, and she hadn’t been on the pill for three months. And tonight she was at Andy’s house, and they were about to go out to dinner. And tonight, and tomorrow and the next day, her temperature was just right.

***

The shower water was hot, just the way she liked it, She lathered up her legs and was very careful not to make any nicks with the razor. She was even more careful when she shaved "down there." She knew Andy liked her to be trimmed all nice and neat.

After toweling off, she surveyed her outfit. Andy always liked her in a black summer dress, so that was what she would wear. Underneath, however, was even more important. Black crotchless panties, then a black bustier with built-in garters. As she wasn’t the thinnest woman, the bustier helped to keep her appearance somewhat slim. And she knew Andy liked it.

Becky checked her watch. She had enough time to do her hair and make-up before Andy was to pick her up. Oh, yes, she couldn’t forget the perfume that Andy liked so well.

Dinner was at an expensive restaurant. Andy could afford this type of dining, as he had a well-paying job as a financial advisor. The multimillion dollar wrongful death settlement for his wife didn’t hurt, either. While having a few drinks at the bar, Becky was careful to get a corner table. When Andy absentmindedly put his hand on her leg, she leaned over and softly told him that he could go farther if he wanted. His hand inched up her thigh and he smiled as he felt her garters. Further, she whispered. His hand continued on. He smiled more broadly when he felt her pubic hairs. He then gently began rubbing her clitoris with his index finger. She enjoyed it for a few minutes before crossing her legs. Later, she whispered.

All through dinner she knew he was thinking of her. He held her hand constantly, and frequently commented on how great she looked. In order to keep the mood going, she would stare into his eyes as she took a sip of wine, then lick her red lips. She knew he liked that. She would also lean back in he chair and straighten her back. This made her amply filled bosom strain against the fabric of the dress and the bustier beneath. Andy’s eyes were always drawn there.

After dinner they took a long walk by the riverfront, stopping frequently to kiss. Becky always thought he was a great kisser, and she never tired of kissing him. And she would whisper how much she wanted him to make love to her…but not yet, she said. I want to enjoy this. After an hour, she wondered if perhaps she was teasing a bit too much, but Andy suddenly grabbed her arm and led her towards the car. He couldn’t wait any longer.

On the drive home she rubbed his inner thigh. She kept away from his crotch (she didn’t want to cause an accident), but her rubbing served to keep his interest in the upcoming events.

When they arrived at his house, they kissed again in the foyer. Becky broke their embrace, then grabbed his hand and led him up the staircase, and into the master bedroom, where they kissed again. This time, she made the first move by unloosening his tie and pulling it off. She then unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. God! he’s so good-looking, she thought. And I’m going to be married to him.

As she began to unbutton his pants, he reached around her back and unzipped the fastener of her dress. She stood straight up and shrugged her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor. He gazed at her in her bustier, garters, and panties. Wow, he said. Do you like? She asked. Andy just nodded his head. She then pushed his pants and briefs down over his hips and to the floor. His manhood was already erect. She lightly traced her fingernails over his shaft and felt him tremble slightly.

He grabbed her wrist. You’ve been in charge the whole night, he said. It’s my turn. Becky smiled, pleased. She knew that part of making sex enjoyable for him was letting him give her pleasure. They embraced again and kissed deeply as he guided her towards the bed. He then gently pushed her onto her back. He sat down beside her and used his finger to trace the top of the bustier. Then he traced the mound of each breast before sliding his finger down past her navel and to the moistness of her crotch. Becky, her head propped on a pillow and her eyes closed, let out a soft moan.

Andy began slowly outlining her opening, sometimes stretching wide, sometimes just lightly exploring. He stopped at her clit and put a small amount of pressure on her sensitive spot. This elicited another moan. After a few minutes of this foreplay, he stood and climbed between her legs and laid with his face on her bellybutton. He began to kiss and lick around, slowly inching downward. Andy could tell she was getting excited from her heavy breathing.

When he arrived at her most private spot he used his thumbs to part the top of her lips and expose her clitoris. He then kneaded the lips together, grinding them on Becky’s love button. Oh…oh, she moaned. He spread the lips apart again and began gently licking her. When she started breathing faster, he began tracing his tongue around the edges of her lips. He knew she was sensitive there, as well.

He kept his tongue flicking on her clit, making her breath harder. Each lick made her take in a breath. He then made the pace more rapid and she began to pant. She began squirming on the bed and bunching the sheets in her fists. He knew she was about to come.

Oh, God, oh God, she began moaning as the waves of pleasure began to wash over her. Andy heard this and he put his lips on her nub and began to suck. This brought more thrashing as her orgasm was intensified. Oh, Andy, she cried. Oh, Jesus, yes…YES!

He let her ride for a few moments before withdrawing his lips. He then began to stroke her clit, rubbing in slower and slower motions, gently bringing her down. When her breathing had slowed, he used one hand to make its way to the small of her back and unlock the fastener to her bustier. When that was done he grabbed the lingerie and threw it to the floor. He looked up from between her legs and saw that her nipples were very hard and brown. Rub your nipples, he told her.

Becky reached to her chest and found her firm nipples and squeezed. She moaned again as a wave of pleasure again washed over her. Andy was watching her hands as he continued his work in her wetness. Every time she would pinch her nipples her would suck on her clitoris.

Becky reeled in the sensations caused by the pinching and the sucking. Andy had never been this passionate or attentive in their lovemaking before. Is this what it will be like when we’re married? she thought. Is this what it’s like making a family? She began to breath heavier and faster. Andy noticed this and stopped his licking. He propped himself up on his elbows and grabbed her hands. She looked down at him with questions in her eyes. He just smiled and pushed her arms to her sides. He then began kissing her lightly, beginning just above her pubic hair, and making his way up her belly. When he reached her breasts he began licking in long strokes till he got to her nipples, then he began to suck. He made sure each one received enough stimulation to remain hard, then he started his way to her neck..

Oh, sweetheart, she moaned. Oh, baby. Andy was kissing the base of her neck, then he moved up the side to her ears. He knew that her ears were one of her erogenous points, and that she liked them sucked, which he began to do.

Becky turned her head so he could get a better grip on her ears. She then put her arms around him and gently squeezed, pushing her breasts against him. Her nipples brushed against the hair on his chest, and she felt his manhood near the opening of her vagina. She spread her legs wide and whispered, Please, now, Andy. I can’t wait any longer. Andy let loose of her ear as she turned her head, then he looked into her blue eyes. Becky tilted her head up to kiss him. As their lips touched, she smelled and tasted herself on his lips. It was slightly pungent, but she always smelled like that, and the taste of her sex just made her want him more.

Andy hunched his back and thrust forward with his hips. He guided his penis into the opening and stopped, then he slowly pushed his way in. Oh…oh…oh, Becky moaned as the thickness continued to slide into her. Baby, you feel good, Andy whispered. The base of his penis ground into her pubic mound. Becky reveled in the sensation of Andy’s entire length inside her vagina. She could almost feel every blood-engorged vein along his shaft. She could…oh my God, I’m going to come again! Uhn...uhmmmmm…oohhhh, Andy, I’m coming!

I know, he said. Oh, God, I feel you clamping onto me. He lay there on top of her as she climaxed. He reached his hands around to her breasts and began massaging her nipples. She then grabbed the back of his head and forced her mouth to hers. Pump, Baby, pump! she said, and he began moving within her channel. Her discharge served to lubricate his staff as he began a rhythmic back and forth motion. Becky began meeting him thrust for thrust, using her legs for leverage.

Becky was getting ready to climax again when she felt the manhood inside her begin to increase in girth, a sure sign that Andy was getting close, too. As the waves began to crash over her again, she began to call on all the saints she could remember. Oh, Becky, he moaned. I know, she replied, then put her arms around his back and pulled him closer to her. He began pumping harder and he put his hands on her hips to increase his leverage. She in turn wrapped her legs around his buttocks.

This orgasm was unlike anything she had ever had before. It was like she was on fire from the intense passion. Each of Andy’s thrusts was like a thunderbolt. Her vagina clamped tightly onto the penetrating staff. As Andy groaned, she felt a hot sensation inside of her, and felt the pumping of Andy’s penis as it gushed forth his seed into her vagina. Oh, Andy, she said. Fill me, fill my belly, please fill my belly. She orgasmed again, her vagina sucking his outpouring into her womb. Somehow she knew his seed would be planted and she would bear his fruit. And somehow he knew this too as he thrust in again, semen still gushing from his rod.

Andy went in as far as he could go and held himself there for what seemed to Becky like an eternity. She felt his softening cock throb as it got rid of the sperm within it. She still held Andy tight, then he kissed her gently.

That night she slept soundly, content to know that she would soon begin to swell with the new life within her. What was that phrase she read somewhere? Oh, yes, "heavy with child."

***

"You bastard!" she screamed at him. "How could you do this to me!" They were in the living room of Andy’s house. Becky had just returned from a visit to her lawyer, where the attorney had explained to her the terms and conditions of the prenuptial agreement. It was nothing like she expected.

"You bastard!" she yelled again. Everything had been going so smoothly. A few weeks after that sensual night she realized that she was late for her period. She waited another three weeks before taking a home pregnancy test. When the test came back positive, she was so jubilant that she wanted to run to Andy and tell him the good news, but she waited until she received confirmation from the OBGYN. And when she informed Andy, he was genuinely excited. When she brought up the subject of marriage, he told her not to worry about it now, he wanted to take the mother of his child out for lobster to celebrate the good news. And so she waited, all the while going about the business of planning a nursery, looking at maternity clothes, and all the other things expectant mothers do when they know that a little one is on the way.

When she reminded Andy that he agreed to marry her if she became pregnant, he told her he was already working on it. A few days later he gave her an envelope that enclosed some legal documents. "What’s this?" she asked. "A prenuptial agreement," he replied. Before the look of disbelief could translate into words, he continued on. "It’s just an agreement that everything we have will go to my and our kids. The death of my wife has taught me a very valuable lesson about how tenuous a relationship is. I just want to make sure all my assets are covered."

She wanted to believe him desperately, but Becky still had some doubts. When Andy suggested she go see her own lawyer, she took his advice. What she didn’t expect to hear was the terms of the contract: among other things, adultery committed on her part was grounds for instant and full dissolution of their marriage, with no prospect of alimony paid to her (nothing was mentioned about any infidelity on his part); if either part were to sue for divorce, she would receive as alimony her yearly salary at the job where she was currently working, or $50,000 a year, whichever was higher, with a 3% cost of living adjustment annually; in the event of a divorce, she agreed she would not seek custody of the house she was about to move into; in the event of his death, she would become the trustee for any and all children borne by her and would be given sufficient funds from his assets to adequately take care of herself and their children (however, she would not be able to name the amount of monies available- that was in a separate agreement held with Andy’s lawyer, who was the executor of his estate).

She ranted and raved for another ten minutes before Andy stood up. "If you don’t want to sign the agreement, fine. I will promise to pay well above the minimum child support mandated by law, and I will also sue for joint custody." "But you promised," she wailed. "And I will keep my promise," he replied. "As soon as the document is signed, we’ll go to the Justice of the Peace and get it legalized."

She ran out of his house crying. She drove to a motel after stopping to get fast food. She lay down on the bed and immediately began to cry. How could he do this to me? I’m going to give birth to his child! How? Why? She was then reminded that she was indeed going to have a baby when a wave of nausea swept over her. She made it to the toilet in time to empty the remains of her supper into the toilet bowl.

In the end, she realized she really had no choice. She had nowhere to go, no family to take her in. She considered abortion murder, so that option was out. Whether she kept the child or gave it up for adoption wouldn’t matter to the school board. She would be asked to resign for moral reasons when her condition would be discovered. Teachers were still role models. And her lawyer was right. This was the best deal she was going to get. At least this way she’ll get what amounts to free money if there’s a divorce.

She signed the papers and the next day they went before a judge to be tied in legal marriage. Movers then moved her things into Andy’s house, and he gave her free rein on how she wanted things decorated. In time, she forgot about the pain the prenuptial agreement had caused her. They slept in the same large bed, and all three and a half of them (Andy, Becky, Andy’s daughter, and the child inside Becky’s womb) had evening dinners together. They went shopping and to the movies, and even though Becky’s belly swelled, she and Andy still made love. He rubbed her back and her feet when the strain got to her, he went with her to her Lamaze classes, and he was there during her twenty hours of labor and finally the birth of their little boy, Johnny.

Everything was going great for the first ten months after Johnny was born. So good, in fact, that she was thinking of talking to Andy about having another baby. But then he told her about Cassie.



Andy & Becky Ch. 2



Cassandra was thirty-seven years old, blue-eyed, tall, and slim. She was currently a teacher's aid at a high school, but really wasn't happy doing what she was doing. What she really wanted to be doing was totally foreign to her current lifestyle: she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. But she just couldn't find the right man. The men she would meet at the bars were one of three types: married men who just wanted a little action on the side, younger single men who wanted action with an older woman, or men who were great for the first few dates, then either needed their mother or were trying to "find themselves."

Then she ran into Andy. She knew Andy from earlier times. She was friends with his dead wife. The last time she saw him was at her funeral, and she could tell he had taken it hard. So she was very surprised to see him now. She was in a bar frequented by the more affluent of the city's crowd when she saw a familiar figure. She walked over to say hello, and from that point on she could hardly remember a thing. She and Andy had "clicked." They had talked long into the night, telling each other what had been happening in their lives.

He was up here on business, meeting with old clients and possibly getting new ones. He was out to dinner with an old friend, who politely excused himself when she walked over. He told her of his daughter and brand new son. And he also told her his marriage was for convenience, so that his wife wouldn't lose her job. I know how that is, she told him. Before she knew it the bar was closing. He insisted on walking her to her car. When they arrived at her automobile they made small talk. She could tell he was a little anxious, so she asked him what was wrong. He then said he had been waiting for the right time to ask her if he could see her again, and to her surprise she said yes. Andy told her he would call before the next time he was coming to town.

When she got home, all she could think about was him. Her emotions were in an uproar. On one hand she wanted to date him, and possibly become lovers. On the other, she lived by the rule that you don't become involved with married men. When he called her almost a month later, it was her turn to be anxious. He asked her what was wrong and she told him about her concerns with his marital status. It was for convenience, he told her. I married her because I made her pregnant, and I made it clear to her that I was going to see other people regardless. She wanted to believe him and she agreed to dinner. So it was with some reservation that they went out for the evening. But the date was just as magical as their meeting a month ago. So magical, in fact, that they went back to his hotel suite and made love.

They saw each other every time he came into town. They would go out to dinner, go to the park, and sometimes just sit around her apartment. She would cook him a large Sunday breakfast, and for whatever reason this made him horny and they hopped into bed. And he would take her shopping: evening dresses for going to dinner, summer dresses for the park and other shopping excursions, and lingerie for the more private evenings. The commonalties for all the clothing bought were they had to be tight (she had the body, he told her, so why not show it off), it had to be black (she knew he liked that color for some reason), and it had to be a dress (he liked dresses on women, he said). She didn't mind. She thought she looked good in them, and he was buying, after all. And she liked to dress up for Andy.

One Friday afternoon, as she was getting dressed to go out, she had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not a pain, just a feeling. She shook it off and proceeded to get ready for the evening. It was already a warm day, so she was going to wear a tight black summer dress and black sandals. Andy had bought her a lacy bra that didn't have shoulder straps. As the dress was off the shoulder, this would be a great time to use it. It also created a good deal of cleavage, and she knew that men's eyes (not just Andy's) would be drawn there. And unknown to Andy she had bought a black g-string. She knew he liked that type of thing, and she wanted to surprise him. Her dark tan set the dress off even more, as did her long legs, equally tanned.

She shimmied into the dress, then looked at herself in the mirror. Wow, she told herself. Just enough cleavage (she wasn't over-endowed with boobs, but she thought, and was told, that she had a nice set), and when she looked at her butt in the mirror, the outline of her g-string was somewhat visible. This dress is tight, she thought. I'll have to keep pulling the hem down. Now if only I can do something about the crow's feet around my eyes…

When Andy rang her doorbell, he breathed in hard when he got a full look at her. God, you're beautiful! he said. His eyes were instantly drawn to her chest. You like? she asked. He nodded his head. Good, she said, then walked to the car. She could feel his eyes on her as she strolled down the walk.

Dinner was at a nice restaurant (not classy, she wasn't dressed for that), then they went to a dance club. She continuously danced very close (even provocatively) to him, usually with her arms around his neck. She would sometimes press her flat belly against his midsection and his manhood would make the appropriate response. She could feel the hard-on through his pants and would continue to rub against him. And she would get the same weird feeling in her belly. Far from being disturbing, it excited her more. God, I want him in bed, she thought.

Andy finally had enough of her dancing and grabbed her hand. We're going to bed, he whispered to her. It's about time, she said. I've been telling you all night. They drove to her apartment and went inside. Before the door was finally closed she was in his arms and was kissing him passionately. She again rubbed her belly against his and almost instantly he grew an erection. Her hand went to his zipper and she pulled the metal tab down. His penis immediately emerged through the hole. She grabbed it and squeezed lightly. Easy, he said. You don't want me to come right here.

Breaking the kiss, she gently pulled him towards the bed. As he found the fastener to the back of her dress and began to undo it, her hands went to the buttons of his shirt and she began to open them. When she was halfway done with her part, Andy unfastened the last of the closures and Cassie's dress fell to the floor. God, you're beautiful, Andy said. He cupped both breasts in his palms and felt her erect nipples. He began gently massaging them through the fabric of her bra.

The sensation felt so good that Cassandra almost ripped the last two buttons. But finally she unhooked the last one and she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She then put one arm around his neck and pulled him to her, crushing her breasts against his chest. They began to kiss again. With her free hand, she undid his belt buckle and trouser button. She then began shoving his pants and briefs down around his hips. When she couldn't push any further, she locked her free hand around his neck as well.

Andy then used his left hand to move to the middle of her back and with a deft motion unfastened the hook to her bra. He then pulled the bra from between them. His hands went back to her breasts and he began stimulating her nipples even more. Mmmm…she moaned. You're making me wet. Andy stopped what he was doing, put his hands on her waist, then pushed the satin lace over her rounded hips and let the panties fall to the floor.

Andy pulled her to him and began kissing her. While he did this he slowly pushed her towards the bed. When she reached the mattress he gently pushed her and she sat upon the comforter. Andy moved his kisses to her neck, then her breasts, all the while still pushing her. When she was finally laying on the mattress, her legs dangling over the side, he began sucking on her erect nipples. Oh…oh…Andy, she moaned. First one, then the other nipple received his attention. When each was very stimulated and a dark brown color, he began kissing the valley between her breast and began working downward. She spread her legs as he neared her pubis.

Andy began licking between her legs. Cassie felt his hot tongue on the area recently shaven, then she almost screamed in pleasure as Andy used two of his fingers to spread her lips. A sharp intake of breath let Andy know he was pleasing her. Cassie propped herself on her elbows and looked down at the man between her legs. Andy was also looking back at her. As she watched, Andy showed her his thumb and forefinger. He then slowly reached down to her now-exposed clitoris and began gently squeezing. Cassandra collapsed upon the bed. Oh…Andy...I think…I'm going to… Andy put his mouth on her button as the orgasm engulfed her. He began sucking in time with the waves of pleasure as they crashed over her naked body. She began screaming out his name, over and over, until the climax began passing. He took his lips from her clit and began massaging the sensitive area slower and slower.

Andy then put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. Then he put his arms behind her shoulders, he picked her up, using his hips for leverage. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt his throbbing manhood between them, but she couldn't guide him into her. She put her arms underneath his armpits and placed her hands on the back of his shoulders. She pulled, trying to get more leverage, but instead she felt her legs slipping. She instinctively pulled herself to his chest as she slid down…right onto his erection. Andy groaned as her moist flesh enveloped his staff. Oh, baby, she cried when she took all of his now-lubricated penis into her vagina.

She reveled in the sensation. She knew she was tight, but her wetness prevented any unpleasant friction. Andy then walked on trembling legs over to the windowsill and rested her butt on the ledge. The surface was wide enough to sit on sideways, and she would sit there during the day and watch the neighborhood kids play ball in an adjacent lot. Tonight the ledge was being used for other purposes.

The ledge was just the right height for Andy to get the proper leverage for his thrusts, which he began to do. Oh…oh, Andy, she moaned as his erection penetrated her tight passageway. He began kissing her, then arching his back so he could suck her rock-hard nipples, then kiss her again, all the while thrusting away.

Cassandra's mind was a jumble of passion and incoherent thoughts. Every time Andy thrust in it was like a charge going through her belly and up her spine. And Andy sucking on her nipples sort of completed the charge. The heat passing between her breasts and vagina was almost white hot. It was…Oh, God, I'm coming again! She moaned.

Andy groaned as her tightness squeezed on his penetrater. He continued pumping, placing his hands on the ledge behind her buttocks. She grabbed him around the shoulders and kissed him fiercely, her breathing in time with the waves of the orgasm. Her nipples remained hard as Andy's thrusting body made his chest hair caress her areolas, making them keep their dark color.

As the orgasm passed, Andy picked her up by placing his palms under each butt and lifting. He carried her over to the bed and placed her head gently on the pillow. Through the process they became disengaged. He looked into her eyes as he re-entered. She immediately squeezed them shut as a moan escaped her lips. Andy them began pumping again, this time leveraging himself so his manhood rubbed her clit on every motion. As she sensed the waves as they began to wash over her, Andy's staff felt like it was getting fatter in her narrow channel. She knew he was about to come.

Andy let out a moan as he penetrated as deep as he could. His penis lurched and his hot outpouring coursed into her. The funny feeling in her belly was ignited into an inferno as her orgasming vagina gripped him tightly. Oh, God, Andy! she screamed. It felt like she was literally pulling the seed from his shaft and sucking it into her womb.

As she lay beneath him, writhing in pleasure, jumbled images began running through her head: Andy and her in a department store, looking at baby clothes; her and a friend trying on maternity outfits; looking at herself in a mirror- she had one of her hands on her distended eight-month belly; she in a hospital room with Andy, surrounded by medical people- she was in a sitting position, her face displaying the pain she felt as she was giving birth.

All of these images passed through her mind in a split second. Oh, Andy, she whispered through the waves, I think…ooohhhh, uuhhhmmmm…I think we're making…a baby! That would be wonderful, he said. Just what I needed to hear, she thought as the fire in her belly…no, her womb began to subside and she slowly climbed down from her orgasm.

They lay there for a while, holding each other, before Cassandra brought up the subject of a baby. She asked what would he do if she were pregnant and he told her the first decision would be up to her. She knew what he meant and she told him there would be no abortion. And he told her he would do whatever she wanted, short of marriage. He already had a wife, he said. Then he told her the details of the marriage, including the pre-nup. That made her feel better, and she slept, dreaming of the baby she was sure was in her belly.

* * * * *

Two months later, when she started feeling nauseous, she bought a home pregnancy test. When the results came back positive, she went to her doctor to get a confirmation. Sure enough, she was pregnant. She called Andrew as soon as she got home and he was very happy. He said he would make the trip to her apartment the next day, and they could talk about what they wanted to do next.