0 comments/ 19529 views/ 0 favorites Anything I Can Do? By: edgarf217 "Well, it's good to see you holding up, anyway," his friend commented, pouring the last of the pitcher into a glass and sliding it to him. "How long were you together anyway?" another asked. "It would have been fourteen years this summer," he commented, bringing the glass to his lips. "That is a long time," the only woman in the group commented. "Yeah, it's been pretty strange, being alone," he replied. "But in the end, it was a mercy. She fought harder than I thought she could have." "So now what will you do?" someone else asked. He looked around the table at his friends who were still with him after his wife's two-year battle. He was grateful to these people, the ones who hadn't acted like cancer was contagious. "Keep learning to live again, I guess," he started somberly. "I am not looking forward to the dating scene again!" he chuckled. "I was so bad at it the first time! I was just lucky someone felt sorry for me!" "You are still young," his buddy gestured with a half eaten buffalo wing. "Get back on that horse!" He smiled, "I am really not as interested in horses as you seem to be!" the table laughed. "Anyway," wing man said, mouth full of the last of the chicken, "It's good to see you out, still makin' jokes. You will get through this in time, buddy." "Which reminds me, I told my wife I was only going for one drink, three hours ago!" "Oooh, yeah," another glanced at his watch. "I have to get the boys to hockey in the morning!" Chairs scraped up all around the table as his friends stood, finishing their drinks and throwing money down to cover the tab. "If there is anything we can do..." one trailed off, awkwardly. There was a chorus of yes, yeah, and seriously, from around the table, as his friends nodded their heads. "Of course," he said, "thank you all..." They threaded their way out of the pub, to their various cars, small talk petering out in the cool, pre-spring air. He made his way toward his truck, and noted the sheet of ice that had been puddles when he got to the pub. He turned to his female friend, and quickly noted her fine high-heeled boots. Gallantly, he stopped and offered his arm. "Mi'lady," "Thanks, but I should be good," she started before losing her balance! He quickly steadied her and they shared a wry smile. "Thank you, good Sir!" she exclaimed as she took his arm. His work boots made for excellent purchase on the ice as he guided her towards her car. She nearly slipped twice more before they got to her door. She got out her keys and unlocked her car. "Thank you," she murmured. "My pleasure," "Look, I am serious, if there is anything you need, let me know." She leaned in and hugged him tight. He was struck instantly by her warmth as she grasped his ribs; he was too tall for most people to hug around his shoulders. He immediately leaned down and hugged her back. He didn't give it a moment's thought, he pulled her tight and kissed the top of her head, like he had done so many times with his late wife. He inhaled deeply, smelling her shampoo, and luxuriating in the feminine scent. The moment only lasted a second, before he realized what he was doing! He jerked straight, wiping moisture from his eyes and pretending to be nonchalant, hoping she hadn't noticed. "Well," he cleared his throat "I guess I'd better get home." She stood, blocking his way. She looked into his eyes, searching back and forth. "That is what you need," she said decisively. "Huh?" he stammered. She pulled open the car door. "Get in!" she demanded. "What about my truck," he began. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him quickly on the lips. "It will be okay," she promised, and gently guided him into her car. As if in a daze, he got in, and moved to the passenger seat. She got in and started the car. They drove on in silence; she chewed her lip occasionally. They pulled up in front of a building. "This is my apartment. You are coming inside." He had never known she lived so close to the pub they all frequented. "Look," she started as she opened the door to her apartment. "I can't imagine what you're going through and how you can still be so positive and strong -- I honestly don't know how you do it. You are a very, very strong man..." He mumbled something about having a job to do, and paying the piper later as she closed the door behind them. She crowded him against the wall of the foyer, pressed her body against his, and looked up, searching his eyes once again. "This doesn't change anything between me and my boy friend," she whispered, almost to herself. "But I know what you need, and you deserve to get it!" She pulled his coat off of his shoulders and leaned in for a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. She could feel his body twitch fiercely as she bit his lips, running one hand up and down his face, the other on the back of his head, keeping him from pulling away. Gently, she guided him to the living room, where she aligned him in front of an overstuffed antique chair. She threw her coat aside, and slid down his body, kissing and undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. She pulled it open to reveal the tight white undershirt he had underneath, then moved lower, sliding her hands down his lean body, she pressed her face against the crotch of his jeans. She was rewarded with the feeling of his hard penis pressed against her cheek. She had imagined that it must be big, considering that he himself was over six feet tall. She reached for his belt. "Wait," he choked. "You don't have to..." "I want to," she told him gently. "You care about so many people, and you try so hard to help them. Let someone take care of you for a change." He moaned, she pulled open his belt, snapped the button open and slid his zipper down. Before he could argue she quickly tugged his jeans down and shoved him into the chair. His head was bowed and turned away from her as she observed his nude waist for the first time. His dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed and his large angry erection pointed straight up, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The head of his cock was shiny with his excitement, and she looked down to note that his boxers where soaked too. She smirked wryly; she was pleased to know she hadn't lost her touch. Gently she extracted his foot from his socks and pants, so he could spread his legs wide. She leaned up onto her haunches and undid her own shirt, sliding it off of her back. She heard him moan as he watched her furtively. She had a pretty lace bra on which only served to excite him more. She undid the zipper at the back of her skirt, thrusting her breasts into prominence, and slid the skirt off, revealing matching lace panties. She decided to leave her long, high heeled boots on, and got on all fours, approaching his vulnerable groin like a predator. The slight whimper he gave out as she approached put an extra gleam in her eyes as she neared his naked thighs. His teeth chattered audibly, and he appeared to be trembling. She wasted no time, thrusting her tongue into a point she ran it from the bottom of his heavy balls, all the way up the sensitive underside to the tip of his cock in a single swipe. His body lurched and she could see that his lean muscles were tense. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis once, twice, before grabbing the base roughly and sliding as much as she could into her mouth. Again he lurched, his strangled cry made her realize that he was long overdue for what she had decided to give him. She put her best effort into soothing him, pushing him as deep as she could without gagging, changing from long, slow, deep strokes to short fast strokes and back again. Occasionally she would take him out of her mouth to lick the underside, or jerk him with her hand as she kissed and licked his balls. She looked up into his face, he was biting his lip, trying to quiet his moans, his eyes were clenched tight, and tears were drying on his cheeks. She threw herself into her gift, sucking and blowing in turns, pausing to gently nip him with her small white teeth. She could tell he was getting close, his breathing was fast and heavy, she noticed the tendons standing out on his white knuckles as he gripped the arms of the chair. She quickly gathered his tight balls in one hand pressing against the sensitive area under them, and dove down on his penis pushing it deeper than she had managed ever before! She felt the pulse generated under his balls even before she heard him start to howl. He had tried so hard to keep from pushing into her before, but now he could not help thrusting as blast after blast of thick semen burst from him! She backed off, putting her hand around his cock and let him come hard into her mouth. Normally she found swallowing cum to be distasteful, but at this moment she was pleased and proud. She felt that this was his thank you for her intimate gift. Eventually his ejaculations slowed and stopped, small aftershocks made his body tremble. She backed off of his penis, pushing a little cum up off of her chin and back into her mouth: she wasn't about to waste any of it! He was slumped back in the chair, seemingly relaxed but she noticed his hands were still twisted and grasping. She realized that his muscles had cramped, and gently worked each hand until they fell open naturally. His eyes cracked open as she gently took his other leg out of his pants. "Thank you," he croaked. "Shhh," she whispered. Gently she urged him to stand up from the chair. She realized from his clumsy movements that he was three quarters asleep already! She supported as much of his weight as she could as she guided him to her bedroom. She peeled back the covers and he practically fell into bed, literally asleep before he hit the pillow, his breathing deep and even. She went to the other side of her bed and unzipped her boots. She massaged her sore feet and reflected on what had happened. She was so glad that she could give him something, she thought as she slid into bed beside him. She would let him sleep for a while she decided, but her own soaked panties told her that she was not nearly done with this man yet... Anything I Can Do? Ch. 02 He felt a reduction in the weight that held him down. From somewhere he summoned the will to push against that weight once again. He was pleased but wary when he began to move; the load eased slightly as he pushed and he was able to get to his feet. He wondered how long it had been. He heaved himself upright, noting that the weight had become manageable. Tentatively he took a step. Again the weight lifted subtly. He took another, and another, finding he was walking for what felt like the first time! Within a dozen steps he broke into a run. He felt the wind in his face and the scenery flashed by has he ran faster and faster, no longer feeling the weight, he felt almost buoyant. With that realization he made a powerful leap as he ran and soared into the air! He flew over the trees and above the rolling country side, exhilarated by the freedom he felt. He thought back to his former captivity and how unpleasant it was, and he began to falter! I don't belong in the sky, he thought. Something is...! Wrong! He jerked awake, shocked to realize that he had been feeling very good, and that was not normal. It was dark in the room, and he was warm and comfortable in an unfamiliar bed... His body jerked violently at his realization that there was a beautiful woman with her head on his chest and her leg draped over his. Then it all came back to him: "I know what you need, and you deserve to get it!" She pulled his coat off of his shoulders and leaned in for a hungry, open mouthed kiss... "Oh my God," he croaked as the memory of what had happened came rushing back to his mind. The memory also came back to his penis, apparently, as it twitched against her leg at his thought. She let out a small moan and turned her face to look up at his. Her eyes were lidded with recently broken sleep, and it made her look sultry in the dim moon light that filtered through the bedroom window. "Hey beautiful," she murmured up at him. "Did you sleep well?" She let her hand run lazily up and down his side. He felt his penis harden further! He was nervous that she could feel it pressing against her leg. His mind flashed! How had this happened? They were friends! Would she be mad? Had she had too much to drink? Had he damaged their friendship forever? "It's okay, Silly," she told him, as if she could read his mind. "I loved it, and you needed it, so don't even argue with me." She gently dug her nails into his side and gently laughed at the violent twitch his body gave in response. "But..." she started, her eyes cut to the side coyly. "But...?" he repeated anxiously. Here it comes he thought. She slid her hips back and wriggled under the covers for a moment. Her hand came up out of the covers and she ran her index finger down his nose. He heard her say "But you are not done yet," just as the scent and sensation of her juices on his nose hit his brain! He could not help moaning loudly, his eyes closing as he luxuriated in the feeling of her moistness on his skin. His cock was painfully hard now, and he felt it twitch and ooze against his flat belly. It had been so long since he had felt a woman's touch! So long since he had felt wetness! She instructed him to lie on his side, facing her and grabbed his hand. She pressed it against her breast. "Mmm-Rr.." his moan had a hint of a growl as he squeezed her breast. Her hand pressed against his, he felt her nipple harden in his palm at his touch. She moved his hand to her other breast. "Yes, Baby," she coed. "Touch me anywhere you want." His hand was around her back in a flash, he pulled her close, mashing her breasts into his chest. She seemed surprised at how fast he moved when he kissed her hard on the lips! His let his pent up passion loose as his hand snaked down and grabbed her ass, hard. She moaned into the kiss, and he wondered if his grip was too strong. He broke the kiss and pulled back, studying her face. "Are you sure about this?" he asked seriously. She giggled at his expression and caught hold of his hand again. She pulled it to her panties, which had finally soaked right through after his passionate kiss. "See for yourself, Baby" it was her turn to growl as she ground her pussy on his fingers. He rubbed up and down her pantied bottom for a few moments before he slipped his fingers down her waistband. They both gasped as his fingers touched her bare pussy for the first time. Her lips felt like rose petals, smooth and luxurious, as his fingers slid up and down. He stopped occasionally to press her whole pussy into the palm of his hand. His mind was overloaded with sensations! He felt the waistband of her panties on the back of his hand, along with the moisture that had soaked her panties. Her moist lips and hardening clitoris against his fingers felt like heaven! Her hips were grinding up and down in pace with his rubbing fingers. Her tiny panties were stretching to their max and hindering his ministrations. "These have to go," he rasped. "Oh God, yes," she breathed as she lifted her hips and he roughly dragged her panties down her legs. He took a moment to enjoy the view. The blankets had long been shoved aside, and she lay on her back, legs spread wide, her pretty panties still looped on one ankle. Her beautiful breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her head was back on a pillow, her eyes were closed and her lovely lips were open wantonly. Her hands caressed her sides and hips as if with a will of their own. His eyes drew down to her hips that were still gently moving. He could see her pussy glistening in the moon light. This was art he knew, captured in his mind's eye forever. Her eyes opened and he saw her looking at his penis as it throbbed half out of his underwear. "Fuck me," she whispered. "I know you need it, so do I. Please, come up here and fuck me" He pulled his boxers off and tossed them aside. He heard his heart pounding in his ears, his vision seemed to narrow as he climbed up her body and finally positioned himself above her. His breathing was deep and fast, as if he had been running. He looked down at her. She looked into his eyes as she gently positioned his penis at her opening. Points of light danced in his vision at her touch. She bit her lip and nodded gently. He slowly pressed his hips down and felt the intoxication of first penetration. They gasped in union as he pushed half his length into her, before pulling back and pressing again. She was very tight and he wanted to remember to be gentle. Within a few strokes he was in her all the way, and he stopped to see that she was okay. He looked down at her, at the caring and compassion mixed with raw lust on her face. Her arms reached up and twined around his neck. She gently pulled him in for a kiss, and he settled some of his weight against her body, careful not to press too hard. He broke the kiss and placed his head next to hers on the pillow. He whispered, "I am not sure I remember how..." He swallowed hard. Tears came. His wife had fought hard against the cancer that claimed her body. Sexuality had become awkward almost immediately as surgeries, and radiation wracked her. When chemo took her hair she lost more than locks. There had been no intimacy in his life in so long. Until now. She gently stroked his back and made shushing sounds. "It is okay baby, let it out" He felt her squeeze his cock with her pussy and lightning struck in his head! Leave the past in the past, it insisted. His back arched up and drove his cock deeper into her. As he pulled out and pushed against her again, he thought he might remember how to do this after all! He began pushing into her with long slow strokes. She gasped and quickly got into a rhythm with him. "Yes," she hissed "fuck me!" His only response was a low growl and slightly harder thrusts. He could hear her gasps as she worked her body against his, the sound of her passion drove him to new heights. He felt her body pressed underneath him, healthy, and strong. He knew he was taking those first steps from his dream! He wanted to run! He thrust harder, growling deep in his chest when he felt her nails sink into his muscled back. She started to drag her nails down his back and he roared! He reared up straightening his arms and looking down at her as he pushed into her fast and hard. She shrieked as she felt his penis deep inside her! "Oh my God, Yes! Yes, yes! Fuck me as hard as you want! Take your frustration out on my pussy!" she cried. With that he gathered her legs up over his shoulders, planted his hands on either side of her and began pounding harder than ever into her. He was dimly aware of the expression on his face, but that part of his brain had no control. He looked angry! His teeth were barred, his jaw muscles clenched and unclenched. His brows were low on his forehead and his eyes were fierce! He was feral, rabid even as he fucked her faster and harder. He drove the loneliness and grief out of his body through his hips. The injustice of his loss, the disappointment in friends who hid from discomfort, all pushed out from his straining body. He fucked his anger into her, and she melted it. She evaporated the negativity with her compassionate gift of her body. He heard her keening wail start quietly and gain strength as she neared orgasm. When it hit, she cried out his name at the top of her lungs and his whole body exploded! His muscles jerked hard, as if electricity was coursing through them and he howled! Long and loud he howled! Veins stood out on his neck, rage painted his face as burst after burst of cum filled her pussy! He howled until both his lungs and his balls were empty, and he collapsed on top of her. She gently held his trembling body as orgasmic aftershocks ran through his body. She stroked his back and rubbed his neck murmuring comforts for a long time, as his breathing slowly returned to normal. She gently kissed his head over and over until he finally had the strength to ease his weight up and look at her. She could see the concern on his face as his eyes searched hers. She knew he was himself again. "I am sorry," he mumbled. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" She moaned as she lowered her legs off his shoulders and put her knees together. She kissed his lips and told him "Everything is going to be fine." And he realized that she was right.