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For Old Time's Sake

By: qcilguy



It was the 10th year reunion of the Class of '90 from FDR High School. Leslie had been walking around chatting with the few friends she had in school, when she saw Shawn walk in, late as usual. She walked over to him, and said, "Hi, remember me?" Leslie watched him do a double take as he asked, "Leslie? Is that you?" "Yes it's me. I see we've both changed for the better since high school." 

Shawn said, "You look truly stunning, where did the neighbor girl with the braces, pig tails and big horn rimmed glasses go?" "I do have some great memories of her though."

"Well she has some great memories, and a great photo of you too. We really need to get together to reminisce sometime!" As Shawn blushed with that memory, she gave a soft laugh then a quick handshake, turned & walked away.

Mike having seen the brief conversation walked up laughed and said, "Struck out again huh?" 

Shawn shrugged and said "Yeah Mike, you know me." As Mike & Shawn talked about old times, he put the room key Leslie had slipped into his hand, into his jacket pocket. Shawn tuned out Mike, just keeping enough of his mind on the conversation to make appropriate sounds, as he remembered one day long ago…

"Hi, Mr. Jenkins, is Shawn around?" "Hi, Leslie, I think he's in the barn putting tools away." "Thanks, I'll go look." Leslie walked over to the barn & looked in, she didn't see Shawn, but she did hear movement up in the hayloft. Grinning, she crept up the ladder, stopping just high enough that she could peek over the edge. She saw Shawn with his hand inside his jeans; he was obviously playing with himself. She. watched him mesmerized until she audibly released a breath she didn't know she had been holding

Shawn quickly looked over his shoulder, and saw her, then jumped up dropping a magazine as he tried zipping up his jeans over his now semi-hard cock. As he did that Leslie quickly came up into the hayloft and grabbed the magazine he had been looking at. 


Leslie said, "Where did you find this?" as she flipped thru the magazine. Shawn stammered "mmmm my brother left it here before he went off to college."

"Got any more I can see? I like looking at them too, my dad has quite a collection." Opening to the centerfold, Leslie said, "Do you like her? I wish my nipples were that big!" Shawn just stared at her dumbfounded. "Come on Shawn, just cause I'm a virgin doesn't mean that I don't know what you guys like!"

A call came from the house, "SHAWN!!!!!!! Dinner's ready!!!!!!! Does Leslie want to eat with us?"

Hmmmm what did u say Mike? I said "dinner is ready to be served shall we go eat?" During the course of dinner Shawn honestly tried to keep up his end of the conversation, but his mind kept wondering back to his youth & Leslie. When he saw her leave the room, he made his excuses over dessert. "Mike, I'm sorry to have been such a lousy dinner companion, but I had a long drive in today, and I can barely concentrate, much less stay awake."

Shawn walked to the hotel elevator, and then hit the call button. As he waited he saw a print of an old faded barn standing in a pasture. As he gazed at the barn, he slipped back in time.

"Mom, I'm going to walk Leslie home, so we can talk about our 4-H projects, ok?" Sure Shawn, just make sure you don't take too long, you have homework to do."

As Shawn & Leslie walked down the lane, neither one spoke of what had happened, or t had almost happened earlier. When they reached the end of the lane, where they couldn't be seen from the house, they stopped. Leslie looked at Shawn and said, "I really do want to see what it looks like, and I've never seen one, before." "In real life I mean," she quickly added. "I don't know if that would be a good idea, it might change things, ahhhhh make things aw awkward," he stuttered as Leslie ran her hand across the front of his jeans, where she began to feel him grow. 

"Think about it ok?" She kissed him quickly on the cheek, then turned and walked up the road.

The next day as they were waiting for the bus, Shawn said, "About last night, my parents are going to the cattle auction Saturday & won't be back until late, how about then?"

"That would be just fine, how about we meet down at the pond after lunch? We can go swimming to relax & cool off, and then have plenty of time for play!"

The elevator pinged & the doors opened. Shawn pushed the button, and as the elevator went up he let his mind drift back to that Saturday. As he came down to the pond, he found Leslie standing there awaiting in him in a one piece bathing suit, which to his surprise revealed that she had a lithe, graceful, body that many a woman would have envied. Her normal attire was effective camouflage for the fact that her body was blossoming into womanhood. The swimsuit did nothing to disguise her curves, or the size of her breasts. In fact, he could see the dimples made where her nipples strained against the material. Also without the thick glasses her eyes seemed to sparkle & dance.

Leslie smiled at him and looked appreciatively at the growing bulge in his swimsuit then said, "This suit is a couple years of old & is so tight it's hard to breathe. Why don't you go skinny-dipping? You can go up behind that stand of trees & get out of that swimsuit, while I get ready & get in the water, then come in the water with me?"

As Shawn went to disrobe, he heard a rustling of cloth & then heard a splash behind him. When he came out of the brush he saw Leslie in the crouched down far enough that he could only see her face & neck sticking above the water. Leslie was openly admiring him, as his dick was semi-hard with the excitement.

He jumped in the water & swam towards her. "All right you got a look at me, let's see what you have." "Wait Shawn, I want to get a look at it close up." With that she took a deep breath & ducked under water. Shawn closed his eyes in enjoyment, as Leslie's hand caressed him. It was somehow different then when he used his own hand, it was more pleasurable, softer, more thrilling, and more erotic. Her hand brought him to full hardness; in fact he thought he was going to cum from the manipulation. The she pulled her hand away and the water had a cooling effect that brought him down from the edge. 

With a splash that made him open his eyes & realize that her hand was gone, Leslie came up for air, "Hey that's not fair!!! You said we were going skinny dipping!" He lunged at her playfully, but she slipped away. Laughing, she said "No I said you could go skinny dipping & come in the water with me, not that I would go skinny dipping!" With that she started swimming towards, the old raft, anchored out in the middle of the lake. Shawn, started after her, but since she was the better swimmer she kept the lead, and was sunning herself on the raft when he reached it. As he hung on the edge & glared at her, she said "Why Shawn, don't you want to come lay out with me?"

"Oh that's right, you don't have a bathing suit on, do you? I guess you'll just have to stay out there as I sunbathe up here all by myself" She teasingly slipped the straps off of her arms, then pulled her top down so the material was just above her nipples, and the tops of her aureoles were exposed. Shawn wanted a better look at her so Leslie was able to watch his muscles flex as he used the edge of the raft to propel himself out of the water. Then her gaze was drawn to his cock. She watched fascinated as it shed water droplets from swinging to & fro. She noticed the slight curve to the right, and the way the head looked like a little helmet of some type with a small slit in the middle that seemed to be leaking a clear fluid, that didn't look like water. She noticed the head was turning almost purple & watched fascinated as the vein that ran the length jump in a hypnotic pattern. She reached out to touch it as Shawn leaned in for a quick kiss & a closer look down her top.

Shawn moved to where she couldn't see it anymore so she pushed him away. "I want to see it stand up." He stood straddling her so that he could gaze down upon at the darker half-circles skin that stood out against the creamy color of her breasts & the faded red color of the suit. Shawn quickly kneeled down so he could get a closer look. Leslie took advantage of this & reached out to grab him. Her hand barely reached around him, and she wondered how something that thick, would fit inside her! She guessed he was about six and a half inched long. She began to pull her hand along him, marveling at the way he felt so soft & hard at the same time. "OUCH! Here let me show you what to do." Shawn's hand surrounded hers, and guided her hand gently up & down his shaft. Leslie realized that not only did she have butterflies in her stomach; she also was experiencing an unusual, but pleasant sensation between her legs.

All of a sudden Leslie felt him jump & then she was hit with a warm fluid across her chin, lips & cheek. She realized that he had cum. She went to wipe her face off and as she did, she tasted some of it on her lips. It was kind of a salty, earthy taste, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. With one swift motion, she pushed him off her & sat up then pushed her arms back into the straps of her suit, and then without saying a word she dived into the water.

Shawn climbed to his feet watching her swim towards shore, wondering what he did wrong. When he heard the sounds of a boat motor coming from down lake & getting closer, he realized that he was standing there naked for all-the world to see. He dived into the water and headed for shore.

When Shawn had pulled himself out of the water onto the dock, he saw her walking away. "LESLIE! Where are you going?" 

"I'm sorry Shawn, I'm not ready I thought I was, but I'm not."

"That's ok I understand, to tell the truth I was kind of nervous, myself."

"You were? Really?" When he nodded his head, "Why," she asked.

" I was afraid, that you might be disappointed in it, I mean me," he stammered.

When the elevator doors opened, Shawn came back to here & now, and realized how embarrassing it could be if anyone were to see him right now. As he got of the elevator on Leslie's floor, Shawn was relieved that no one else was waiting for the elevator, or in the hallway as he had an erection that would have been obvious to anyone who saw him. He swiftly walked down the hall to room 2103 & with a deep breath used the room key, and entered the room. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, he called out "Leslie?"

"I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out make yourself comfortable." He kicked off his shoes, then took off his tie & jacket, as he was hanging them up he heard light footsteps behind him, then her arms were around, him. She let her hands slide up & down his chest, enjoying the sensation of his muscular & well-toned body. Then she slid one hand lower & grasped him thru his slacks. "Is all this for me?"

With that he turned around to face her, then he allowed is hand to caress the side of her face, then tilted her chin up so he could kiss her. Their kiss was at first tentative then more insistent, as their passion for each other was renewed to its fullest. Shawn felt like a teenager again as he slid his tongue into her mouth and she responded with ardor. He allowed his hands to run down her back & felt the silky smooth skin of her shoulders then the delicate touch of lace as he encountered her lingerie.

Leslie had maneuvered him backwards so, he was against the edge of the bed, and then they heard a knock at the door. She pushed him down gently, and said "That'll be room service. I ordered champagne & strawberries, I'll be right back." With that she turned and walked across the room to the door. Shawn watched her movements, enjoying the way her hips moved. When she opened the door, the brighter light of the hallway, added a corona of light around her, almost as if she was glowing. Shawn was admiring her body when he realized that the waiter was just standing there staring at Leslie.

"Just bring that on in here, please." As the waiter put the cart in place, Shawn was able to see the effect Leslie had on the waiter. He was staring at her tits as if he had never seen a woman in lingerie before. Considering his age, perhaps he hadn't, Shawn mused.

"That will be all thank you," Leslie said as she signed the bill, then when the waiter didn't move, she took him by the hand, and led him to the door. "Here's a tip for you," Leslie said, as she pulled his head down so his face was buried in her cleavage. When she let him go, they both noticed a wet spot in the waiter's pants. As Leslie pushed him out, she hung the do not disturb sign, and closed the door.

Laughing, she turned to Shawn and said, "That's not the first time I made a guy cum all over himself! Remember, that time at the movies?"

Shawn picked up Leslie Saturday evening, at her place. As they drove away, he asked, "What movie do you want to see?"

"Lets go see that horror movie, you've been wanting to see so much."

When, they go to the movie theater, Leslie excused herself to go to bathroom, while Shawn got popcorn & drinks. When she came back, she whispered in his ear, "I've got a surprise for you, lets go into the darkest corner of the balcony we can find."

"Ok lead on!"

Leslie had insisted on holding the popcorn bucket, and placed it between her legs, so that Shawn had to reach over to grab some. When she saw he was really engrossed in the movie, she quickly moved the popcorn bucket into an empty seat with out his noticing. Shawn had his eyes glued to the screen as he reached for some popcorn, instead of getting a handful of popcorn; he felt something soft, ticklish, warm and moist. Puzzled he looked over to see that Leslie had pulled her skirt up and wasn't wearing her panties. In the Dim light, he could barely see her mound, and the blond hairs glistened like gold as they picked up stray bits of light.

"Surprise! I decided it was only fair that since I saw you, that you should see me. Do you like your surprise?"

With that he leaned over and with his free hand pulled her head to his for a kiss. As he kissed her, he allowed his hand to explore what for him had been a dream up until now. He cupped his hand over her mound, enjoying the feeling of the downy hairs & the warmth radiating from her. Nervous & unsure of what to do next he allowed his fingers to trace the smooth lines of her silky thighs up & down. When he released Leslie from the kiss & went to pull his hand away, she took it in hers & guided him in exploring her folds. She placed his middle finger at the bottom of her slit, and guided his hand up & down a few times, until he started moving on his own. Leslie leaned back eyes closed enjoying the sensations of someone else's hand masturbating her. Even though he was awkward & unsure of what he was doing, she was enjoying Shawn's manipulations, since it was different from when she pleasured herself. 

Shawn, found her clit & rubbed to hard. Leslie thought to herself, "I'll have to show him how to do it," and she took his hand & whispered, "wait I want to pleasure you now." She started rubbing the bulge in his jeans, until she could feel the warmth of him seemingly burning thru the denim. Then she quickly unsnapped his jeans & undid his zipper. She slid her hand inside his jeans, and caressed him through the thin material of his briefs. She felt the heat more clearly, and could feel his member straining against the material. Lazily she traced her fingers around the bulbous head & down the shaft to his balls, where she cupped them gently & tugged thru the material, causing him to gasp. Quickly turning her head, she every one was too intent in the final scene of the movie to have noticed. She knew she would have to finish this up quickly and began to stroke faster and faster. All of a sudden Shawn arched his back, lifting his but up off of the seat and she felt a sticky warm fluid. Pulling her hand away she, watched his cock spasm as his underwear became darker where his cum soaked it. 

Looking at her hand she saw a mixture of butter from the popcorn & cum. Taking her panties out of her purse she wiped her hands, and She whispered, "here's a souvenir," as she tucked them into his jeans. They both then slumped back into their chairs, and realized the credits were starting; quickly they fixed their clothing and made their way to the exits.

As they pulled into her drive, Leslie asked Shawn if he would like to have a picnic next weekend. When he said yes, she leaned over and kissed him and then whispered in his ear "I want to make love to you then."

The following Saturday came, and they packed the supplies into the back of the truck then drove off to their picnic spot. Shawn carried the supplies while Leslie looked for the perfect spot. She finally found the spot she wanted, a level piece of ground, under an oak tree that had to be at least 75 years old. Leslie took the blanket from Shawn, and then spread it out where she wanted and then arranged the picnic. As she was working, Shawn watched the way the shadows & the sunlight played against her supple, smooth tanned skin, adding highlights to her hair. He became mesmerized by the fluid way she moved, the way the dress she wore alternately became snugger than looser across her curves. When Leslie turned around to pick up something & was facing him, he could see down her dress. He loved seeing the soft gentle slopes of her breasts disappearing down into the fabric of her dress. As she started to get up he saw a single bead of sweat roll down between her breasts, and felt a deep longing to trace it, burying his face deep between her breasts as he did, to taste her as he inhaled the scent of her a combination of perfume, and her natural scent.

When the picnic was set up, Shawn ate & drank what Leslie put before him, without really noticing what he was eating. He just kept thinking, "My GOD! I'm really going to be able to have sex with her. We're going to loose our virginity. I wonder if she will enjoy it?" Finally after what seemed all day, they finished eating & he helped Leslie pack away the picnic supplies & then he moved them out of the way to the other side of the tree.

When he came back he saw Leslie, stretched out on the blanket, gazing up into the tree. He lay down beside her, and gently kissed her on the mouth. As she responded, the kiss became deeper and longer than any they had shared before. There was a burning desire, and a promise of things to come in her kiss. When their lips finally parted, he looked into her eyes with an unspoken question, and she nodded her head. With that permission given, all of his plans to be slow and careful were forgotten. With eager hands he swiftly ran his hands down her body from shoulders over her breasts across her stomach over her mound, down her legs. Then with hands trembling he grabbed the edge of her dress and started lifting it up. As he did so Leslie lifted up so he could pull the dress up and over her body. When he got the dress up as far as her arms, he got tangled up & she helped him with the rest, undoing the buttons, he had overlooked in his excitement, standing up then pulling the dress up over her head. She then tossed it to the side, and kicked off her shoes. Standing in front of Shawn, he saw directly in front of him, the Golden Fleece, barely covered by white lacy panties.

He reached out with his hands and then pulled the white lace down and away. She stepped out of her panties and stood there allowing him to admire her pussy. He was getting a much better view of her than the dim view of her at the movie theater. Suddenly he stood, up, he had to see her completely naked. He stepped around her, and with trembling fingers tried to unfasten her bra. His hands were shaking so bad he couldn't do it. Laughing Leslie reached behind her & with ease unfastened her bra for him. Then she slipped the straps down over her shoulders & let the bra fall to the ground.


For Old Time's Sake



The moon is shimmering over the lake as we all sitting back, reminiscing. Everyone is laughing and joking about who was the worst kisser and the easiest lay. Our class reunion banquet was yesterday, and we have all decided to come and hang out at the lake before everyone heads back to their perspective lives. It feels like high school all over again. 

All of the white kids decided at the last minute not to come and we have all broken off into our cliques to sit around and drink and joke. Our clique, famous for wild parties and late night, is the only one left. Everyone else has headed out for the night. 

Donna stands up and clears her throat to get everyone's attention. "Hey, y'all remember how we all used to play Truth or Dare?" 

We all start to laugh hard, tears rolling down our faces. The last time we played Truth or Dare Donna had to lick a part in Shaun's head, just like out of "School Daze." Rae stops giggling long enough to comment, "Girl, I am surprised you had a tongue left or enough guts to remind us. That boy had so much dandruff, I thought he had gray hair." 

That was enough to send us all into fresh peals of laughter. Donna laughs along with us. "OK, yeah, but Jai had to lick William's lips." 

At the time he was going with Shay and I thought there was going to be a fight. Fresh laughter emerges. I pipe up for myself. "Yeah, OK, I licked him. But if you remember, I ended up dating him for quite a while." 

Shay isn't there to hear that, thank goodness, but you are, watching to see if I am going to add anything else. I remember looking into your eyes before I slowly traced your lips with my tongue. I couldn't hear anything that anyone said, because my heart was beating so fast. We were only 15 and I had never kissed a boy, let alone, traced his lips with my tongue. I remember hearing your breath quicken and there was a flash of emotion, I wasn't sure what, in your eyes. I was sure it was repulsion because my wet, soft tongue was tickling your lips while you just stood there. 

I blink my eyes to come back from my memory and you come to sit down beside me. You are the only one at this shindig that I haven't spoken to yet. 

You clink your half full bottle of Smirnoff Ice against my almost full one. "Earth to Jai. Earth to Jai," you say. 

I smile. "Hey William, how you been?" 

It has been almost 8 years since we spoke. We broke off our friendship on really bad terms and I didn't think you would feel it would be cool for us to speak. 

We are sitting on top of a picnic table, and you lean back, resting with your arms out behind you. You smile back. 

"I have been fine, girl. How you been?" 

When you ask that, there is so much I want to tell you about but I censor myself as soon as the thoughts start to flood me. 

"I been fine," I respond. 

I can tell that the people around us have kinda quieted down, waiting to see if we are going to put on a show, because of the bad blood between us. 

You hop up off the table and motion for me to get up. "Let's go for a walk." 

I can hear our friends whispering behind us as we head away from the group and closer to the lake. I hear Curtis yell out, "Hey man, we all see her leave with you. Don't throw her into the lake. We don't want to be witnesses to a crime." 

Everyone laughs at that as well as they start to gather up their things to get ready to head out. We come up on a log sitting off to the side of the shore and you have a seat. You offer me a portion of it, but I figure as bad as our last blow up was, I want to be standing for our talk. You chuckle and assure me that you aren't going to hurt me, as long as I don't start throwing rocks or sticks at you. 

That brings a smile to my face. The last time we spoke, I threw everything I could put my hands on, even a bible, at you. As I remember the stunned look on your face as the bible clipped the side of your head, I smile a bigger smile. 

You rear back in mock fear. "Hey, girl, don't be gettin no ideas." 

I finally smile my full smile at you. "No worries, man, I tell you. My aim has gotten better over the years, but now I only use it for good." 

Curtis yells down to us that they are all about to leave. I start towards the rest of the group and you lay a hand on my arm to stop me. I look back at you in askance and you ask me to take a ride around the lake with you. 

This is the same lake that we used to ride around as teenagers and find out of the way spots to make out. 

You see me thinking and assure me that you just want to talk. I say okay and we head to your car. You open the door of your Cougar and I slide down inside. 

When you get in the other side, I comment that I am not used to riding so close to the ground, because I have a truck. 

You shake your head, "Girl, you always did like big things." 

We look at each other and burst out laughing because that could apply to so many different things. 

Your car takes all the twists and hairpin turns of the narrow road around the lake with ease. 

You have an SWV CD playing. That was the CD we used to make love to all the time. You start to sing and it brings back memories of late nights, sweating bodies, and ecstasy. 

I am trying to play like it isn't affecting me, but I can feel wetness seeping from between my nether lips. 

The little cove where we used to make love for hours on the beach is where you decide to turn off and park. You get out and open my door for me. 

As you hold out your hand to help me out, you say, "Dance with me." 

I don't know if this is a good idea, but I can't help but to melt into your arms. We always did fit perfectly together and tonight is no different. As my arms slide around your neck and your arms gather me in at the waist, I feel like I have come home. 

We slowly sway to the music as it is drifting out of your car. I can feel your breath on the side of my neck, tickling me and giving me goosebumps on the backs of my thighs. I lean my head back to ask you what is on your mind, and you lean in to kiss me. 

Your lips are so soft, and I moan as I open my mouth to you. Your breathe and my breathe mingle and it feels like an eternity as just dropped away and we are back in the past. As your velvet tongue caresses mine, I feel your hips start to grind into me. I open my thighs, just a bit, to give you more access and help me keep my balance. 

As we are kissing, the world feels like it is spinning and I am starting to hear bells. I have on a short skirt and I feel your hand working its way under my skirt and up to my buttocks. You know me so well, that you already know that you will not encounter any panties underneath. I feel your fingers tickling my lips which are now swollen and leaking love juice. 

You start to kiss on my neck. "Girl, you always were so damn wet. That shit turns me on." 

I start to comment back, but then I feel your hand slide up into me. The comment turns into a moan and you maneuver me so that my back is flush up against the side of your car. Leaning on the car gives me the leverage I need to be able to wrap one of my legs around your waist. You slide your hand deeper inside me, your thumb gently rubbing my pearl. 

You feel a bit of something hard and look down. You look back up at me and ask incredulously, "You got your clit pierced?!" 

I smile and say, "But of course." 

You move my leg from around your waist and kneel before me to get a closer look. You open my sex up with one hand and the moonlight shimmers off the silver of the ring, covered with my excitement. The next thing I know, it is also covered with your tongue. You have put my thigh on your shoulder and you have placed your face right on my sex and you are flicking the ring with your amazing tongue relentlessly. I have to grab hold of your head to keep from falling. My knees are starting to buckle with the intensity of the orgasms you are giving me. Over and over, the wave of completion rides over me to the point where I think I am going to pass out. My moans reverberate into the night and the more I writhe against your face and tongue, the more you try to push me over the edge yet again. 

Just when I am positive I am about to throw in the towel, you slide my thigh off of your shoulder and stand up. 

I start to head to my knees to return the favor but you stop me. "No, I have to be inside you right now." 

My nipples are hard as diamonds from being so excited by hearing you growl that, and experiencing you manhandling me. 

My thigh is once again wrapped around your waist and you force yourself into me. As you feel my tightness grasping at you, you smile. You know that when I haven't been having sex for a while, my hole seems to shrink and tighten up. You feel so big inside of me, it feels like you are tearing me apart and I can't get enough. You are bucking into me hard and I am grinding my hips back the best I can from the weird angle. 

We end up on the ground, you still inside of me, on top of me. You grab both of my ankles and hold them out as far as you possibly can and start to fuck me for all you are worth. 

I am pinching my nipples through my shirt and screaming through an orgasm when I feel your shaft start to erupt inside of me. When the last of the spasms subside, we straighten up and look at each other and start to giggle. 

You take my hand and tell me, "We can talk later. Let's head back to my hotel and finish this." 

We hop in the car, headed towards the park entrance. 

I lean over and whisper, "Remember how we used to travel when we were together?" 

Your eyes light up and you unzip your shorts and pull yourself out so that I can pleasure you with my mouth all the way to our destination. 



For Old Time's Sake



 I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement that they always give me. I also thank all of my friends, who write to encourage me to continue writing and posting these demented ravings of mine. Your emails are always greatly appreciated. And I must thank those of you who get a sneak preview nowadays, in helping me track down any booboos that we've missed. I never can figure out how, after having gone through a tale so many times, something always jumps out to bight me when I post the damned tales. Ah well, often it's the result of some tweaking that I've down anyway.

Sorry to those of you who get confused about the situation, but in this tale we have two folk who are referred to by more than one name. I'll admit that I do find it strange that this appears to cause so much confusion in some people's minds. Personally I'm known by a multitude of different pseudonyms, depending on where I am and what I'm doing at the time; ranging from "Akela" through "Dangerous" and all the way up to "Smokie" and "The Wanderer; so I can't see where the problem comes from. Anyway just for clarification, in this tale "Stella", "Estelle" and "Goldie" are all the same person, and "Gary" is also "Scratch". I apologise for any confusion that it might cause some readers.

There is no actual sex in this story.

Clarification: Pukka = excellent, proper or genuine: Get ones end away = have sexual intercourse. 

*

You know what it's like! I was back in the big city, it had been a long time since I'd been back there and I was kind-a nosing around for old times sake. I'd actually been called to my company's head office for a meeting, where I thought I was going to be dragged over the coals for insubordination. But instead I got myself a promotion, so I was feeling pretty pleased with myself that day, and maybe a little too excited to undertake the long drive back home again.

I'd discovered that I had been right; the deal that my boss had claimed was going to be so lucrative for the company had turned out to be a complete stitch up. I'd told my boss that it all looked just a little too good to be true but he would have none of it; well, it turned out that I had been correct. There's not much point in going over the fine details here; suffice it to say I'd sent an email to someone I thought should know what was going on, behind my boss's back. When I sent it, I knew that I could well be ending my career in the company. As it turned out that didn't happen.

Anyway there I was in the big city, all alone and with nothing to do. I don't know why, as I said maybe for old times sake or it could have been because I was feeling on top of the world. Whatever, I thought I'd take a little detour on the journey home and pass through the area where I grew up. I think the good memories of the fun I'd had whilst living there were at the front of my mind. Or maybe I was getting melancholy for the past as I got older.

Yeah, well, I knew it would probably bring back some sad as well as happy memories of my courting days with my late wife, and I'd take a look at my parents' old house. They were both gone now; except for the kids I was pretty well on my own. I guessed it wouldn't be too many years until the children were off to university and I'd be on my own. Shit! What would my life be like then?

Yeah you get the idea, although I'd just had good news about the promotion, I was feeling melancholy about the past.

When I finally got to the old neighbourhood, things had changed a lot. The café I used to hang around at as a teenager was long gone. So had some of the shops; they'd been pulled down to make way for a massive Supermarket. I can't say that I was enamoured with the so-called "civic improvements" the local council had made to the area either.

I swung past my parents' old place, the house I was born and grew up in. It had been updated a bit, and extended; I could only just recognise the place. I stopped for a while, up the street and sat in my car staring at the old house and the street, remembering days long ago.

"Changed a bit since your day, lad!" I heard a voice say.

Looking across the road I was surprised to see old man Thomas standing in his garden smiling back at me. "Jesus, he always seemed to be an old man when I'd been a kid, he must be over a hundred now!" I thought.

"Hello, Mr Thomas. How are you keeping?"

"Still moaning at the kids for playing football in the street, lad." He grinned back at me.

"Yeah, you used to tell me off something rotten," I replied.

"It was that motorbike of yours that I really used to go on at you about. You were lucky you never killed yourself, the way you rode that thing."

"Gave up motorbikes years ago, sir. Tell me; are you the only one left? You know, from when I lived here?" I asked, ignoring his comments about how I actually rode that old Triumph Bonneville of mine.

"'Fraid-so, son! They've all moved away to greener pastures over the years. Me, well, I've got my spot next to the wife in the churchyard over there on the corner. I reckon I'll be joining her before too long."

"Somehow I doubt it, Mr Thomas. Who's going to keep all the little brats in line if you're not around?" I smiled back at him.

Without another word he smiled again and waved his goodbye, then went back into his rundown looking house. 

I started the car and began the long journey home. I don't know what made me take yet another detour to the other end of the district. It could be it was old man Thomas mentioning the motorbikes. Back in the old days we had two biker cafes locally. I generally hung around at the café in the town centre. Some of the other guys hung around a café out by the factory estate. 

We weren't rivals or anything, but we tended to mix with our own group most of the time. When I got to the factory estate I was surprised to see that the café was still there, only looking just a little bit smarter than I remembered it. There were no motorbikes outside like there always used to be. And a big sign hung outside said, "Café, eat in or take away."

Damn it, I was a little hungry, so I parked the car and went inside. The bell I remembered rang as I opened the door, and I saw a man's head poke out of the kitchen for a second to see who'd entered.

"Customer!" I heard him shout, but no one appeared.

I found myself a table that - although somewhat battered - didn't look dirty and sat myself down. Thoughts of a fry-up had been dispelled from my mind, by the look of the guy whom I assumed was the cook. But I still perused the menu anyway.

"Tea or Coffee?" A female voice suddenly asked from somewhere above me.

Surprised that I hadn't been aware of her approach, I looked up at the woman who'd spoken to me.

"Well, I'll be buggered, it's Scratch Caisey! What the hell are you doing back in this hell hole?" she exclaimed.

I had been taken by surprise at her arrival and my mind was wondering a little because of the excitement earlier in the day. I must have had a somewhat confused look on my face; the woman did look vaguely familiar but for some reason I couldn't place the face. Look, it is confusing when suddenly someone that you don't recognise calls you by an old nickname that you haven't used in nearly twenty years.

"You don't recognise me, do you?" she said, sounding slightly disappointed. "Stella, Stella Blakely, or Forman as I was back then." She took a step backwards from the table so that I could see her better.

"Only you always called me Goldilocks," she added with a smile.

Immediately long suppressed memories of Goldie sprang into the fore of my mind.

As you get older there are always going to be some memories - often-painful memories - which you tuck away into a part of your brain that you hope never to venture into again. Suddenly the floodgates opened and they all poured back into the conscious part of my mind.

"So Goldie had finished up marrying Toby Blakely," I thought to myself. Not a particularly good friend of mine, but I had known the guy quite well. We'd often raced each other up and down the Watford Bypass, as teenagers.

"Oh, my God! Goldie, I'm sorry but..." I exclaimed, feeling embarrassed and slightly annoyed with myself for not recognising Stella immediately. But perhaps it was something to do with the part of my mind that really didn't want to recall memories of our previous encounters.

"Don't say it! I know I've put on a few pounds and lost my looks a bit over the years," Stella said.

"On the contrary, Goldie, you're just as beautiful as you ever were. Maybe a little bit more mature and that overall doesn't do you justice. But Toby must be a fool to let you out on your own."

The expression on Stella's face changed a little and she sat down in the chair opposite me.

"Toby's gone, Scratch! He was killed on his bike about five years ago."

"Oh, God, Stella, I'm sorry!" I said, feeling even more embarrassed.

"Don't be, Scratch; he went doing what he loved best, riding his bike. But it has been hard on the kids and me. I somehow always knew it was only a matter of time though; Toby rode that bike of his like a man possessed. He was only ever really happy when he was on a bike riding faster that he should be."

"Anyway how about you? How's...?" Stella faltered, obviously trying to remember who it was that I'd been shacked up with the last time she'd seen me. "It was Elaine that you married, wasn't it?"

"I'm in the same boat as you, Stella. I'm a widower! Elaine went three years ago, ovarian cancer! She didn't tell anyone that she was feeling ill until it was too late!"

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, Scratch. Any children?"

"Two: Jimmy's fifteen and Angela's just turned seventeen. They are good kids; I don't know what I would have done without them. How many sprogs have you got running around?"

"Two, the same as you. Their ages are remarkably similar as well. Little Toby is coming up sixteen and Claire is almost eighteen. They've been my life since Toby went."

"You taken that order yet, Stella?" The man's voice demanded from the kitchen. "You're paid to work woman, not sit around and chat all day!"

"Get knotted, Sam; I'm talking to an old friend. He's more of a man than you'll ever be," Stella shouted back. "Dirty old bugger keeps trying to talk his way into my knickers since Toby's been gone," she whispered to me with a giggle and that old wicked grin on her face that I remembered so well.

"Why don't you tell him to stuff it? Surely this isn't the best job you can find."

"It's either here or stacking shelves in the damn supermarket; that's all I'm any good for, Scratch. I never did get anywhere at school; spent too much time playing hooky with you guys when I should have been studying. What'd you want to eat anyway?"

"Oh, just a cup of tea and a chat will do for now," I replied.

"No food!" Stella shouted as she went over and poured out two mugs of tea.

"What about this washing up?" the voice called from the kitchen.

"I'll do it later or you can do it yourself, you lazy bugger. I'm busy for a while!" Stella shouted back. Then she brought the teas over and sat down again.

A strange thing had happened, I think we'd both suddenly lost twenty years off of our lives; we appeared to be speaking to each other like teenagers and I'd just heard Stella speak to her boss in the same manner that her alter-ego, Goldie, would have used all those years ago. From the comments that came from the kitchen, I don't believe her boss was used to being spoken back to like that.

Stella and I spent the next two hours talking about all the people we had known when we were young. Who had married whom and how long it lasted, etc. I suppose that working in the café Stella had seen a lot of the old faces over the years; she was a goldmine of history and scandal. 

Stella had to do some work some of the time during the afternoon, but the place remained pretty empty for the most part. We talked even whilst she was dashing around serving the few customers who came in and when she wasn't serving, she came rushing back to my table. 

From the comments coming from her boss, Sam, in the kitchen, it didn't sound like he was very happy about my presence. But Stella - no, "Goldie" - told him where to get off in no uncertain terms. 

She told me later that she couldn't understand her boldness that day herself. She said it was like my presence had made her feel good about herself and given her some self-confidence. 

That one mug of tea had turned into several and by six o'clock when Stella was due to knock off, I was dying for a pee and starving hungry.

"I'm hungry," I said when Stella told me it was almost time for her to go home.

"Sam will cook you up something if you want," Stella replied. 

"No, I was thinking more on the lines of taking a beautiful lady out for a pukka meal somewhere."

Stella who was still cleaning tables at the time, stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me.

"How Pukka?" she asked.

"The best in town!" I replied.

"I think I'd like that; I haven't been out for a slap-up meal in yonks. But didn't you say you've got to get home to your children?"

"It's a long drive, Stella, and the day's getting on a bit. I'll book into one of the hotels out by the airport later and drive home tomorrow."

"But your children - won't they be expecting you home tonight?"

"Not really; they are expecting me to go out to get drunk tonight to drown my sorrows."

A concerned look came over Stella's face.

"Look, Stella, it's a long story; I'll explain it all over dinner."

Stella took off the overall she had been wearing and then removed the headscarf from her hair. As she did so those golden locks fell about her shoulders just as I remembered them.

I escorted Stella to my car for the five-minute journey to her house. It was a small semi-detached place in a nearby social housing scheme. When I was a lad, we called them council estates.

Stella led the way inside and introduced me to her children, who at first appeared to look at me with some suspicion or scepticism. I somehow got the feeling that it was unusual for Stella to bring a male friend home. Either that, or there was a boyfriend about somewhere who Stella hadn't mentioned to me. Whatever, my sudden appearance obviously surprised them.

Toby was a real chip off the old block; to my mind it could have been his father standing there in his school uniform. Claire also bore a striking resemblance to her mother when she had been the same age, although she wasn't poured into a skin-tight pair of jeans that had always been Goldie's favourite apparel. She did however have those same golden locks hanging around her shoulders though.

I wouldn't say that the look Claire gave me was anything to write home about. I sensed some hostility towards me straight away. 

"This is an old friend of mine, Scratch...." Stella faltered and then corrected herself. "I mean Gary Caisey; I haven't seen him since before I married your father."

Both children shook my hand very formally, then Toby disappeared upstairs and Claire went into the kitchen. Stella, after inviting me to take a seat in the lounge, followed her daughter and closed the door. I thought that I might have detected raised voices for a moment or two, but then it went quiet.

Shortly Toby came back down the stairs carrying a large photo album.

"You were in the other gang!" he said when he got close to me.

"Sorry?" I asked him, not understanding what he was alluding to.

"You weren't in my dad's gang. You were one of the town boys!" he said turning the album so that I could see photographs of both groups pictured with our motorbikes, displayed on opposing pages.

I remembered the occasion when the photographs had been taken. All the local bikers had gotten together for a charity run and raised a couple of grand for the local hospital.

"That's true we did spend our time in different cafés, but we weren't at odds with each other or anything. Membership of either group or gang as you like to call them just depended on what café we lived nearest to." I studied the photos and was surprised to see that Toby Sr. had listed the names of the guys and their girlfriends at the time the pictures had been taken under them. Goldie's name was underneath mine, not Toby's. Young Toby didn't mention the fact, but he did go on about his father and how he loved to ride his motorcycle.

"His father never grew up, Gary; he lived for his bike and those old photographs," Stella suddenly said from somewhere behind me.

"There's times when I wish I was still living back then, Goldie." I smiled at her.

Stella lifted her finger to her mouth and gestured towards young Toby with her head.

"I won't be long. I'm just going up to get changed," she said and then she headed for the stairs. "Toby, Claire's got some money, you and her are going down to MacDonald's, okay?" she said over her shoulder to the lad.

"Fine, mum!" Toby called after her with a smile on his face. "You should come more often Scratch. Mum never lets us have Big Macs; she says they're unhealthy." He grinned at me.

"I don't like my children eating them too often either," I commented.

"You've got children too?" Toby asked.

"Yes, two almost the same ages as you and your sister," I replied.

"And what would their mother say if she knew you were taking another woman out for dinner?" Claire's voice asked from behind me.

"I believe she knows exactly what I'm doing tonight; she told me she'd be with me always before she passed on!" I replied.

Okay, maybe it wasn't the best way to tell Claire that I was a widower, but I thought that it might go some way to dispelling the hostility I'd felt radiating from her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know!" she blustered, and then fled the room in tears.

"Claire...." I called after her.

"Ah, don't mind her; she does that all the time," Toby said. "She still misses dad a lot. She was his blue-eyed girl."

"Don't you miss him?" I asked.

"Sure I do. But mum cries enough as it is; she doesn't need us weeping around her all the time. You know mum hasn't looked as happy when she came home from work as she did tonight since I can remember. I don't think I've ever seen her so happy and normally she never goes out without us."

"Tonight's a special occasion then. I'll try to pull all the stops out," I said.

"Just make sure that's all you do pull out. That's my mother you're taking out, remember!" Toby said with a very mature tone to his voice. 

"Don't worry, young man, I think your mother and I are getting a bit old for those kinds of shenanigans."

"What shenanigans?" Stella asked.

Toby and I hadn't heard Stella come down the stairs. I had to wonder how long she'd been standing there and if she'd heard what Toby and I had just said to each other.

"You look gorgeous, girl, even without the denims," I told her.

"I've still got some upstairs, but I didn't think they were the thing to wear in a restaurant. If you've got a bike hidden in the back of your car, I'll go and change." She grinned at me.

"Not in the back of the car, but I've still got my old Triumph in the garage at home."

"I'll have to come and visit sometime and you can take me for a proper ride like you used to do," Stella said with that old twinkle in her eye. I was pleased that Toby had no idea of what his mother was alluding; well, I hoped he didn't.

We said goodbye to her children then Stella and I left the house. Stella chose a restaurant that I'd never heard of, but there were a lot of places around by then that had been opened since I'd left the city.

We were halfway through our meal and still talking about old times and old friends when I felt Stella's foot rubbing up and down my calf.

"Goldie, don't go starting anything that you can't finish," I said to her quietly.




For Old Time's Sake



"Scratch, if you remember we always finished what we started in the old days."

"But that was then and this is now, Stella. Lots of things have changed over the years and we're supposed to be adults, remember."

"Lets see what's changed, shall we? You dumped me and went off with..."

"I dumped you?" I interrupted her. "You took up with Toby or was it that guy with that Harley Davidson?"

"Oh, he was a real creep, but that bike of his was something else. Anyway I only went out with him once, just to have a ride on that bike of his."

"It was a pile of scrap, a bleeding museum piece, a piece of junk that the Americans left behind after the war," I retorted. Probably sounding more annoyed than I should have, but my emotions were playing their part, even after all those years.

"Yeah, but it was the only Harley around and I know you rode it at least once," Stella replied.

"Just to see what it was like to ride, that's all!" I said as stoically as I could manage

"And that's why I went out with him; I just wanted the experience of being on that Harley as well. His problem was he wanted payment for the privilege. Well, he never got a ride out of me I can promise you. But what did you go and do? I go out with him for one little ride on his Harley and the next thing I know, you let Elaine take over my pillion seat."

"I'm sorry, Goldie, but the guy told a slightly different story than you," I retorted. I think I was remembering how angry I'd been at the time, when I'd heard the rumours. 

"And you believed him?"

"Why shouldn't I?" I replied. "Look, Stella, we didn't have anything permanent going between us at the time. Although it wasn't for the want of my asking, if you remember rightly. And then suddenly everyone's talking about you and... Christ, what was the bloody idiot's name?"

"That's true, you did ask me to be your girl several times and I said to wait a while, didn't I? And I have no idea what that little twerp's name was either. You know that Toby gave him a right seeing-to for spreading that rumour about, don't you? It had got back to my dad by then; he nearly killed me and I was grounded for weeks."

"So that's what happened! All I knew was that the rumour went about that you and the creep were getting it on, and then the two of you disappeared. Well, Elaine and me had always got on well, so after a while we got together. The next time I saw you, you were riding pillion to Toby."

"Well, what did you expect me to do? You were with Elaine, and Toby had always been sweet on me from when we'd been at primary school together. So I was just hanging around with him to make you jealous."

"You made a pretty good job of doing that!" I commented.

"But then all of a sudden you and Elaine were gone. The next thing I know you two got married."

"Yeah, well, my uncle found me a good job in the place where he worked down west; so I moved down there and lived with him and my aunt for a while. Elaine followed me down later that summer and got herself a live-in job at one of the local hotels. Well, to cut a long story short, houses were cheap down that way at the time, so a year or so later we got hitched.

"I've moved up in the company over the years; I'm in management now. Although my boss just dropped a real clanger and it looks like I'm going to be in the driving seat come Monday morning. I've got a couple of days off whilst the guys from head office go down there and do the nasty bit. From what I can gather they think my boss has been taking kickbacks from the suppliers or something. Whatever, he's apparently been up to something not quite kosher."

"Will there be any flak coming your way?"

"I doubt it somehow, or they wouldn't have offered me my boss's position, would they? Anyway how did you and Toby finish up getting hitched? I know you were his current girl when I left, but we all thought Toby would finish up with Brenda. You know they were always together until she went off to that Veterinary college place."

"I'm not sure what happened with Brenda. Toby had always been sweet on me, and I liked him a lot."

"Crikey, Stella, all the guys were sweet on Goldie!"

"Not exactly, Scratch; they were sweet on my arse when it was in those jeans. And didn't I know it. Maybe if I hadn't been so full of myself, things would have worked out different."

I wasn't at all sure as to what Stella was alluding to there, but I let it pass.

"Anyway as time went on everyone was getting hitched. I went through a few different boyfriends, none of whom lasted the course. Then one day a few years after you'd gone and completely out of the blue, Toby asked me to marry him. I think we were both a little drunk at the time; anyway I said yes and things just went on from there.

"We had a good marriage, I think. Although Toby's life revolved around motorbikes and the children, of course! You know he raced professionally for a while, don't you? But I think he was more in love with speed than the racing and he never was one for caring about safety. He lost his sponsors in the end and he never could get a place on any of the works teams."

"No, I didn't now that Toby raced. I kind-of switched to cars right after Elaine and I got hitched. The house we brought is out in the sticks and, well, the bike isn't very practical for carrying home the weekly shopping or all the DIY stuff I needed for the house. Elaine and I would go out on the bike during the summer sometimes but in the end it got parked in the back of the garage and almost forgotten about. It's still there to this day."

It was surprising how much that Stella and I found to talk about. After eating we went back to her place and sat chatting until about two in the morning. Claire sat with us for a while and then went into the kitchen where she played the radio (quite loudly), I think to remind us she was there. Young Toby had obviously gone to bed before we'd arrived back at the house. 

Stella and I exchanged telephone numbers and she asked me to drop by again next time I was in town. That I figured could be sooner than she expected, because I was aware that my new position called for planning visits to the head office every month or so.

God alone knows what time I got to the hotel that morning, but I crashed the instant I got into the room. I think it must have been about seven-thirty when my daughter Angela called me on my mobile phone. 

"Hi, Dad. Are you sober?" she asked after I croaked hello down the handset. "Are we on the breadline today or not?"

"No chance, kiddo, quite the reverse. Bill Morgan's for the high jump and guess who's going to be the new head honcho?" 

"There you go, dad! I told you, you did the right thing. What did you do last night? Go out and celebrate?"

"No, I took a very old friend out to dinner and we sat and talked about old times until some god awful hour this morning."

"Oh, you crafty old dog. Who is she? Is she pretty? What's her name? Did you kiss her?" Angela asked in quick succession.

"Angela, she is just an old friend from back when your mother and I were young. Why do you try to marry me off every time I speak to a member of the opposite sex?"

"Come on, Dad, you need a good woman to look after you." 

"I've got you for now, Angel. Anyway I didn't kiss her and, yes, Stella is pretty. We were very close once but that was a long time ago."

"Any husbands or boyfriends kicking about?"

"Angela, give over! She's a widow and I don't know if there are any suitors around. I ran into her in a café during the afternoon and invited her out for a meal last night, that's all there was too it. Now I'll be back around lunchtime, so I'll be home when you and Jimmy get home from college; I'm off work until Monday whilst the hammer falls on Bill. The three of us will go out tonight to celebrate so don't accept any invitations to go out on a date."

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My journey home actually took longer than I expected. I hadn't been the only one in the office who was suspicious of what Bill Morgan was doing. But I'd been the only one (or so I thought) who'd been prepared to put his head on the block and ring the alarm bell. Bill Morgan never had been a very nice person to work under and he tended to run the office by fear rather than respect.

The result was my mobile rang at regular intervals during the journey causing me to have to pull off the road and stop to answer it. I received a long list of reports from various members of the staff informing me of the day's events. Apparently there were auditors and people from head office going through just about everything. My files as well, I might add!

I eventually got home about two thirty. As I pulled the car into the garage, I found myself looking at the old Triumph sitting there covered in its tarpaulin. I hadn't been home that long when something pulled me back out to the garage where I took the cover from it.

"Two new tyres at least and I suppose I'll have to pull the engine apart and check it over. Then there's the brakes and clutch, I suppose," I found myself thinking.

By the time Angela and Jimmy pulled up on their way home from college in the little Nissan I had bought my Angel for passing her driving test on her seventeenth birthday. My car was back outside in the drive and the Triumph was in pieces all over the garage floor.

"What are you doing, Dad?" Jimmy asked, as he climbed out of the Nissan.

"Trying to relive his youth, I should imagine!" Angela answered Jimmy's question for me. "So she was one of your motorbike dolly's, was she?" she quipped at me with a big smile on her face.

"Baby, your mother was, as you so nicely put it, "one of my motorbike dolly's" and don't you forget it! And you are right; meeting Goldie again did make me remember what it was like to ride the old bike around."

"Goldie!" Angela exclaimed. "You never said you took Goldie out last night, you said you went out with someone called Stella."

"Stella is Goldie. What difference does it make anyway who I went for a meal with?" I asked, somewhat surprised at Angela's reaction to the name Goldie.

"You don't know?" Angela reaction was getting stranger by the minute.

"No! What are you making so much fuss about?" I asked her. 

"Dad, you went out to dinner with Goldie last night!" Angela said again. Actually I wasn't sure whether she said that as a question or an affirmation.

"What's got into you, Angela, and what do you know about Goldie anyway?"

"Lots, dad. Mum used to talk to me about Goldie all the time!" Angela replied, with what I can only call one of those female knowing looks on her face. 

Her mother used to do that all the time. For one strange moment my mind pictured Elaine standing there instead of Angela. I shook my head to clear the vision from my mind.

"And just what reason could your mother have for talking to you about Goldie of all people?" I asked her.

Angela's demeanor suddenly changed. "Dad, I've got some stuff I've got to study here, I'd better get at it if we're going out tonight," she blurted out and disappeared towards the house.

"Angela?" I called after her, but she either ignored me or didn't hear.

Jimmy, in the mean time, had ignored what his crazy sister had been saying and was nosing around the pieces of the Triumph scattered over the floor.

"Can I help you, dad? You are going to put it back on the road, aren't you?"

"That's the theory, son, but it's been sat here a few years now. You know it isn't going to be a two-minute job. But anyway, you can't do anything tonight. You heard what your sister said; we're going out to celebrate my promotion.

"Will you take me out on it when you're done?" Jimmy asked

"Yeah we'll take a few runs over the moors I should imagine," I replied.

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The meal that evening was enjoyable if somewhat different to what normally happened when we went out as a family on Friday evenings.

It was normal for Angela and one of her fellow students who waiter'd part time in the restaurant that we normally used, to make goggle-eyes at each other all evening. It wasn't unusual for us to discover that a girl that Jimmy was sweet on at school was eating there with her parents either, so they made goggle-eyes at each other all night as well.

The thing that made it different was that more than a couple of my colleagues from work were there with their families. Our entrance was greeted by a sporadic round of applause and a few cheers that I found quite embarrassing. Angela had to drive home as well because all sorts of spurious drinks kept arriving at our table for me.

A couple of times during the meal I tried to ask Angela what reason her mother and her had had to discuss Stella. But I was greeted with another of Elaine's old looks. Angela would look me in the eye and then glance at Jimmy -- who inevitably would be staring at his lost love or whoever the girl was anyway -- this I knew, from when her mother used to do it, meant "not now; we'll discuss it later when the children aren't around", or in Angela's case, when Jimmy wasn't within earshot. 

I eventually collared Angela in the kitchen after we'd gotten home.

"Okay, Angel, now tell me just what did you and your mother had cause to discuss Stella for?

Angela sat and looked at me for a couple of moments with a particular expression on her face. God, she was a chip off the old block, I'd seen her mother do the same thing a thousand times. I know that Angela was deciding exactly how to reply. Suddenly she said, "Wait there, father!" then ran up to her room. Three minutes later she returned carrying a King Edward's Cigar box. 

I assumed it was one of several that we'd had around the house for years. My father used to lay his hands on the "full" boxes somewhere; I never knew where, but I suspected illegally. This one was different though it was tied up with a red ribbon.

Angela placed the box in front of herself, and then opened it in a manner so that I couldn't see inside. She took out several monochrome photographs and studied them, then she handed one of them to me.

It was a picture of a very young looking Scratch Caisey sitting astride the same Triumph motorcycle that was lying in pieces all over the garage floor. Behind him -- on the pillion seat - sat a quite beautiful young woman dressed in a pair of tight denim jeans that looked like they'd been painted on her, with her long golden tresses blowing in the breeze.

I turned the picture over and on the back it said "Scratch and Goldie on the South Downs" with an unintelligible date underneath. It had been so long that couldn't recall the picture being taken.

"I wonder how your mother came by this?" I asked.

"Oh, she had lots more," Angela replied. Scattering several others on the table. "And there's some here of mum with Reg and a lot of you two together."

Reg was one of the guys who been sweet on Elaine before she tipped her hat in my direction.

"I didn't know your mother had these; I wonder why she kept the one of Goldie and me when we were together. Doesn't seem right somehow," I said.

"Mum told me that she kept them because she won!"

"Won what?"

Angela smiled as me.

"You silly! Mum told me that you were going out with Goldie, but she had a terrible crush on you. She said that one-day you and Goldie had a falling out about something or the other and you were really cut up about it. Anyway mum told me that she saw her chance, and latched onto you like glue. She never let Goldie get within a hundred feet of you after that. Sounds to me like they had a real war over you, dad."

"Bugger, you know I never noticed at the time, but now you mention it. It's strange though because yesterday, Goldie acted as if she couldn't remember who I married when we first spoke yesterday."

"Not strange at all, father. What's the poor woman going to say? 'Are you still with the woman who stole you from me?' According to mother, Goldie was just as much in love with you as she was back then."

"Sounds to me like you and your mother discussed a lot more than I thought you did."

"Oh, dad, mother told me all sorts of things in those last few weeks. She said she realised I was young but she entrusted me with this box that she kept her secret things in. She told me I'd know what to do with the contents if and when the time came. You know, I know all your darkest secrets, dad. Mother loved you very much, but I think she felt a little guilty about what she did to Goldie!"

"What could she feel guilty about? Goldie and I had a falling out and your mother chose exactly the right moment to get my attention. Pretty good timing on your mother's behalf, if you ask me," 

"Oh, mother did a little more than that, dad! Didn't you ask Goldie to be your steady date or something?"

"Yes, I did, more than a couple of times. But she said her father wouldn't like it if she dated the same boy all the time. I took it that Goldie wasn't as keen on me as she'd have liked me to believe."

"And you didn't know that Uncle Mark worked with Goldie's father and told him you were a real bad boy then," Angela said with a contrite look on her face.

Angela's Uncle Mark was Elaine's older brother; I had no idea that he'd ever worked with Goldie's father. 

"Why the hell would Mark do tha---t? Oh, no, your mother put him up to it, didn't she!" The truth suddenly struck home to me.

"You're getting there, dad! It was a war that mother intended to win and she wasn't taking any prisoners."

"You know, I always thought that your mother had a devious streak in her. That I've got the nastiest suspicion you may have inherited."

Angela just laughed, then said goodnight and made her way up to her room. I sat in the kitchen for a while going through all the photographs that she'd left on the table. It was only when I went to put the pictures away again that I noticed Angela had taken the cigar box with her. I had to wonder what else was in that little box.

++++++++++++++++

The next couple of weeks were turmoil for me, what with taking over as boss of the office and weeding out Bill Morgan's little clique. I didn't trust any of them, but luckily for me they nearly all moved on to pastures new once he was gone. I had to build up the team again and replace those that left of course, but that wasn't easy. In the meantime those of us who were left, were working our socks off.

With the promotion I'd inherited a new secretary. Geena had been Bill Morgan's secretary for some time and to begin with I had my doubts about her loyalty. I think I was right to be a little sceptical about her at first, simply because she had been Bill's secretary. But I soon discovered she was the best PA I'd ever had. Bugger the secretary lark; Geena was a PA in all but name and a very efficient one at that. 

She never actually said anything about it and neither did I; but when I'd been called to that meeting in London, I'd gotten the distinct impression that someone else in the office had been reporting their worries to somebody on the board. Over time I came to suspect that that somebody had been Geena.

I spent some time the following weekend working on the Triumph, but not very much. It was going to take me over two months to finally get it road worthy again and even then I had to call for some assistance from one of the mechanics at the local garage.

Six weeks after my promotion I had my first planning meeting in London. Angela asked me if I was going to see Goldie again. I told her I wasn't sure that I'd have the time. Apparently the big knobs at head office were very happy with what I'd managed to achieve in such a short time. 

I'd gotten wind - through Geena - that the company chairman was going to invite me to a dinner party at his house in the evening after the meeting.

It was about this time that I realised that Geena had contacts at the head office. I learnt later when I looked through her personnel file that she'd work there for many years, before moving down to the West Country when she got married. I assumed that she knew some, if not all of the secretaries up there, as well as some of the board members.




For Old Time's Sake



"Look, dad, your meeting is on a Friday this time. Why don't you stay over on the Saturday night as well and take Goldie out again? I'm sure it would do you both good," Angela suggested.

"Baby, I get the distinct impression that you are trying to play match maker here. Now you've never met Stella, you don't know what she's like and you might find that you do not like her at all."

"It isn't me who's going out with her, dad, it's you! You aren't too keen on some of my boyfriends and within reason you hold your tongue. Although I don't know what scared that Johnny Clements away; did you have anything to do with that? He was quite keen on me until he stopped around the house that time."

I think I must have coloured up a little when Angela said that; but I smiled, because I was safe. I thought back to the occasion in question.

Whilst the poor lad - who was an onerous little creep by the way, that I wouldn't have trusted as far as I could throw him - was waiting for Angela to get ready, Jimmy and Johnny Clements had gone outside to look at the car that Clements appeared to be so proud of. It was nothing more than an old (and somewhat rusty) Ford Escort that had liberally been sprinkled with go-faster stripes, actually. 

Anyway, suddenly I'd heard the garage door open; so I'd made my way to the kitchen service door to see if I could hear what the two boys were doing in there.

"Yeah, that's his motorbike!" I heard Jimmy say. "He belonged to one of the toughest biker gangs around. You know, if anyone upsets my dad; he just has to make one phone call and they all get together again. I wouldn't like to be the guy who takes any liberties with my sister either. Do you get where I'm coming from here, Johnny?"

I didn't hear Johnny's reply; I closed the door again and left Jimmy to his good works, surprised and pleased with the lengths he would go to protect the sister he so often appeared to be in open warfare with.

"And what was all that biker gang talk about, Jimmy?" I asked once Angela and the Clements boy had left.

"Ah, dad, that Johnny Clements is a real creep, always bragging about what he gets up to with the girls in that old wreck of his," Jimmy replied.

"Don't you trust your sister not to do anything stupid?"

"Of course I do, but I don't trust Johnny Clements not to try something underhand. You know Angela does drink and what with these date rape drugs and things. Well, I just think that Johnny Clements is daft enough to.... Oh, you know what I mean. Anyway he drives like an idiot!"

I'd let the matter drop after that, although I was extremely proud of my son, at that moment. Oh and I'd never heard Angela mention Johnny Clements again. Until this moment!

"Angela, if I don't like the look of your dates, I tell you. I have never frightened any boy away from you that you haven't asked me to. Although to be honest with you I can't be sure what your little brother gets up to; he loves you very much, even if he doesn't always show it." 

"You're funning me! James chasing Johnny Clement away! I don't believe it. Mind you I wasn't too keen on him anyway. Too high opinion of himself and he couldn't drive for nuts," Angela said smiling. 

"Anyway we've got off the subject. How do you manage to do that all the time? Mum said that if you didn't want to talk about something, you subtly change the subject."

"I didn't change it, Angel, you did!" I replied.

"Well, I think you should stay over another night and take Goldie out again. You know it's a good idea."

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At the meeting, everyone sang my praises for most of the day. Although that kind of treatment from the big bosses did a lot for my ego, I wasn't dumb enough to let it go to my head too much. And as I somehow guessed they would, they did drop some rather overly optimistic targets in my lap. It looked like the next six weeks was going to be just as hard work as the last few had proved to be, to me. But we were back up to strength on the staff and, with a much happier atmosphere in the office; I thought that we could probably do it.

I didn't say that to them though, I umed and ah'd about everything. I'm not sure that some of them were so enamoured about that. But later in the evening after dinner the chairman pulled me to one side; he told me that getting anywhere near the targets would be better than Bill Morgan had managed to achieve and not to let them frighten me.

"Don't worry about anything, Gary; just do your job as well as you have in the last few weeks. You've proved you're a company man and you're pretty much ring fenced from here on in. Give it a year or so and you'll be surprised what could be in store for you," he said as he walked me to my car. "First thing Monday morning, get on to transport and ask them where your company car is, as well. I'll chase the buggers from this end."

After the ups and downs of the day I couldn't wait to get to bed. Mind you, I stopped for a quiet drink in the hotel bar, to unwind before I went to my room.

Sitting there I watched some of the other folks sitting around, mostly couples up to the big city for the weekend I thought. Although there were a few businessmen like myself probably staying over after a late meeting or something. Suddenly I felt very lonely. Finishing my drink I went to reception and booked my room for the Saturday evening as well.

The following day I was up early. I'm not sure why because Stella would probably be working in the café all day. But I had the fidgets on; I don't know, probably some kind of childish excitement.

"Well, are you staying over?" Angela enquired when I called her.

"I think I might well do; it depends on what Stella has got planned for today," I replied. "Anyway you two behave yourselves and if I'm staying over I'll call you."

"Only call if you're not staying over, dad; you'll be too busy otherwise. And beside it'll warn Jimmy and me to cancel the party and give us time to clear up a bit after last night's shindig!"

"You wish!" I replied knowing full well that Angela was pulling my leg. I thanked the lord that I had two such sensible and intelligent children. I think that was more do to with Elaine's efforts than my own. God, I missed that woman!"

I must have got to the café about eleven o'clock. I parked up and made my way inside, but there was no sign of Stella. The two young schoolgirls behind the counter looked at me perplexed when I asked for Goldie.

"Oh, it's you again!" Sam's head poked through the bead curtain that separated off the kitchen. "Stella's got the day off today. I think she was going out with her kids or something."

"Oh! Okay, thanks," I said, somewhat taken aback, then turned and left the café.

"You stupid idiot," I thought to myself, "She's got a life of her own. What'd you think; she's sitting around up here waiting for you to show up again?"

Almost kicking myself, I got back into my car, then got out my mobile and called Angela to tell her that I was coming home.

"Well, have you been round to her house to see if she's actually gone out yet? You said that she didn't have a car, perhaps you can drive them to wherever they are going?" Angela suggested.

I supposed that Angela's idea was logical, so ten minutes later I pulled up outside Goldie's house. I was half way up the garden path, when the door was opened by young Toby.

"He's here!" the boy shouted over his shoulder and bid me to come in.

Somewhat confused by the boy's statement, I followed the lad into the lounge.

"Would you like tea or coffee?" he asked. "My mother will be down in a minute."

"Coffee would be nice, black, please, with sugar."

"Black coffee with sugar, Claire!" Toby shouted at the kitchen door and then he disappeared up the stairs, assumedly to find his mother.

I was still sitting there in some kind of shock, when Claire came out of the kitchen carrying my coffee.

After politely saying hello she placed the mug on the table in front of me. Then she left the room again. I could still feel some hostility radiating from her. I wondered whether I'd be able to taste the arsenic in the coffee. Yes, Claire's hostility really did appear that strong to me. But I hoped that I was overreacting.

Goldie came down the stairs a few minutes later. God, she looked good. I'm sure that I was correct in assuming that her hair had recently had a pile of dough spent on it. The red dress that she was wearing was something to behold as well, and I had to secretly marvel at the way she managed to fill that dress out. This wasn't the little café waitress I'd seen six weeks previous.

"My, you look a picture, Stella. Does he know how lucky he is?" I asked.

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" she replied and then planting a little kiss on my cheek asked. "Where are you planning on taking me today anyway?"

That question took me completely by surprise; it led me to believe that it was me she was expecting and that she'd got all dressed up for. But I hadn't told her I was coming that day.

"You were expecting me to be here this morning?" I asked, taken back by the realisation that that actually was the case.

"Of course! The last time you were here you'd said you'd see me again and you mentioned that you'd be in town every six weeks for your company meetings. So I figured you'd be here sometime today! I'm just pleased you've turned up early."

Yeah, well, Stella came out so quickly and boldly with that reply that it never crossed my mind to question it. It rolled off of her tongue so glibly that it had to be true, didn't it?

"Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I," I replied, "and there was me thinking that I'd surprise you today. I guess I was a little too excited about my promotion to remember what I said really." 

Yeah, don't say it - like a bloody lamb to the bleeding slaughter!

"Well, we've got all day. Where do you and the kids fancy going? Sam at the café told me that you were planning spending the day with them."

"Well, we could take the children along if you'd like. But I think Sam got the wrong end of the stick. I didn't tell him that I was going out with them today. I guess he thought that I was because normally that's the only reason I ever take a day off. How about it kids? Fancy a day out with a couple of old fogies?" Goldie shouted the last part so that the children could hear.

Toby was up for it in a flash, but Claire was reticent. She did however deign to join us in the end. I'm not sure who suggested Thorpe Park, but the youngsters enjoyed themselves on all the rides there, although it was pretty crowded. We'd only just arrived when Goldie latched onto my arm and I don't think she let go again for longer than a couple of minutes all day.

Claire pulled me up twice during the day for calling her mother Goldie.

"Her name's Estelle or Stella, not Goldie!" Claire said indignantly when her mother had disengaged from my left arm just long enough for a quick visit to the ladies conveniences.

I tried to remember to use her mother's proper name - well, Stella anyway - after that. Of course I knew that Goldie's proper name was Estelle but I'd never heard anyone use it. I'd nicknamed her Goldie when we'd first met and through our teenage years that's what everyone came to call her.

But Claire pulled me up again later when I forgot and called Stella Goldie again. The second time Claire said it to me while Stella had gone into a shop with Toby. 

To be honest I was getting a little tired of Claire's hostility, but she was being quite subtle about it; she really only showed her hostility when her mother and brother were not about. I decided to fight fire with fire.

Goldie was somewhat confused when I started calling her Estelle and continued to do so for the rest of the afternoon. She didn't actually say anything, but I could tell that she was acutely aware of it. As time went on Claire began to look a little uncomfortable as her mother looked backwards and forwards between the two of us.

We left Thorp Park as it closed around six-ish. I suggested that we all go for a slap-up meal somewhere, but young Toby suggested that Goldie and I drop the two youngsters back home, then go and have a nice meal together.

"You don't want a couple of kids playing gooseberry on you!" he announced.

Stella gave Claire some money for McDonald's, which was probably Toby's plan in the first place and his reason for suggesting that Goldie and I eat alone.

"What's all with the Estelle bit, Scratch? You've never used my real name in all the years I've known you?" Goldie asked over dinner.

"I'm afraid that Claire doesn't appreciate me calling you Goldie!"

"Oh, she's being a problem, is she?" 

"I think she might resent me a little, yes."

"Toby always called me Goldie, but he got it from you in the first place; I'll tell her, perhaps that'll do something. Funny, I thought it would have been Toby who could have been a problem, but he seems to have taken to you quite well."

"More likely he likes getting Big Macs when I take you out to dinner," I observed.

"Anyway let's not talk about the children tonight. How's your old Triumph coming along? Ready for the road yet?" Goldie asked.

"No, there's plenty of work to do yet. Hold on, how did you know that I was getting the Triumph back in working order?" I asked, unable to understand how Goldie knew I was working on it.

There was just the slightest delay before Goldie replied; something that didn't register in my mind at the time.

"Look, Scratch, I'll bet that the last time I saw you was the first time that you'd thought about your motorcycle in years. We talked about old times riding the bike and, well, stands to reason you'd get stuck into it when you got back home again." Goldie smiled at me.

Yeah well, I thought that was a pretty logical bit of thinking at the time as well. But when I looked back on it later, there had been just that slightest pause before Goldie had answered me. Just long enough for Goldie to come up with that explanation. That women's intuition type statement that we men fall for all the time.

The headwaiter came to our table as we finished our meal and asked us if we'd mind having our coffees in the lounge, as he called the bar. Apparently they were very crowded and they had people waiting for our table.

When we got into the lounge Goldie sat beside me. Very closely beside me! She'd done the foot running up and down my calf bit over dinner again, but I'd pretended to ignore her this time. Now she was really pulling out all the stops and when I turned to look at her, our lips met and then all hell broke loose. Shit, I was out of practice and had to come up for air.

"It's been a long time since you kissed me like that," Goldie said.

"It sure has, but you taste as good as you ever did," I replied.

What was I talking about? Goldie had just kissed me, not the other way around. Still, it had been bloody enjoyable, so I went back for another sample.

"Um, I think we're the centre of attention here," Goldie said, sounding slightly embarrassed.

I looked around and, sure enough, I think everybody in the place was watching the two forty year olds sitting there, kissing like teenagers.

"Let's finish our coffee and get out of here," Goldie suggested.

Ten minutes later we resumed our snogging session out in my car. Things were soon getting heavy and we were parked in the main road, with people and cars going past.

"I think we need to take this somewhere a little less public, Goldie," I said catching a glimpse of one guy almost walking into a lamppost because he was staring at us.

"How about Old Redding?" Goldie suggested.

Old Redding is a local beauty spot, popular with courting couples in the evenings.

"Um, I'm a bit old for messing about in cars, Goldie."

"Never, you're as young as you feel. But if you don't fancy Old Redding, how about your hotel room?"

"Goldie! Do you realise what you're suggesting."

"Come on, Scratch, it isn't like we haven't done it before. Who was it who took my virginity in the first place by the way, and that was in a field out Radlett way," Goldie said in quite a scolding voice, I thought. "Besides I'm a grown woman now and, if I fancy a bit of the other, I can have it with whoever I like, and I want you ... TONIGHT!" 

It seemed that Goldie's mind was made up. Hey, look, I wasn't going to turn the lady down. And I've got to admit that I wanted her big time. But we weren't in the sixties anymore and we weren't youngsters either. My world no longer revolved around getting my end away with any bird who would let me. 

No, nowadays my mind was on other things, like long-term relationships and my children of course. I really wasn't expecting Goldie to jump into bed with me at the first opportunity.

"Goldie, are you sure we are doing the right thing here?" I asked, on the drive to my hotel. 

"Scratch, I'm beginning to think you don't want me anymore. There was a time when you'd have taken me in that car beside the road there and who cares who's watching!" Goldie was sounding very annoyed or maybe it was disappointment in her voice.

"No, Goldie, please don't get me wrong, but I've only just found you again and I'm worried that we are going too fast. I think I was hoping..." I stopped speaking my mind in a kind of haze.

'What was I hoping?' I thought to myself. I was being carried along by events here; I couldn't think of any conscious thoughts I'd had about where things were actually heading. I'd loved this woman at one time and meeting her again had raised the old testosterone levels. But where was it all leading to? 

Stupid question! I'd wanted Goldie to be mine once, and I still wanted the same thing now, in my subconscious. But I was thinking long-term relationship, not a bit of fun on the side. I wondered what Goldie was thinking of.

At the hotel I led Goldie, not to my room or the lounge bar; that was too crowded. Ah, the hotel library was empty; that would do nicely. Goldie looked at me obviously confused about my intentions when I guided her into the one of the library's big club chairs.

"Two coffees please," I said to the waiter who'd seen us enter and followed us in.

"Scratch, what's up with you?" Goldie asked when he'd closed the door.

I sat myself on the footstool directly in front of Goldie.

"Goldie, I mean Stella, this is important!" I said to her, fixing her eyes with my gaze. "Stella, I love you, I always have. But I don't want to go rushing into anything that's going to come back and haunt us. I would like to build a relationship with you that is going to last; hopefully if we can overcome all of the obstacles, you will agree to become my wife one day."

Stella, who'd been sitting forward expectantly in the chair, lent towards me and kissed me lightly on the lips. Then she settled back and smiled at me.

"Scratch, you always were the biggest dumb cluck of the bunch. I'd marry you tomorrow if you asked. I've always loved you; didn't you know that? We were stupid kids back then, fumbling around in the dark. Don't you think I haven't lain in bed hundreds of times wondering what might have been?

"Don't get me wrong I had a wonderful marriage with Toby but he's gone now, and I've got two children that I love deeply. But there's always been the spectre of Scratch Caisey hanging over everything. You don't know what it did to me when you walked into the café that day."

Goldie stopped speaking when the waiter brought the coffees in, placed them on a nearby table and left again.

"So if you still have a soft spot in your heart for me and I've always loved you, where do we go from here, if it isn't into bed together? Anyway what obstacles are there to us getting married if we want to, Scratch?"

"Our children, Goldie! We'd have to think very carefully about how they are going to accept having a new mother or father being dumped into their lives. 




For Old Time's Sake



"I should imagine that I could talk Angela and Jimmy round without too many problems. You said yourself that they miss having a woman around the house," Goldie said. "And Toby seems to be quite taken with you; he seems to see you as one of his father's best friends."

"Yes, but it's Claire that I'm worried about. She's definitely showing hostility towards me!"

"Oh, I'm sure she'll come around in the end. We just have to work on her a bit," Goldie said. "Right now if we've got all that lot out of the way, let's drink those coffees, then get up to your room and pretend that we're teenagers again." 

The coffees went un-drunk!

+++++++++++++++

"Yes, Angela he's right here! Wake up, Scratch, your daughter's on the phone!"

Something had managed to drag me slowly from my exhausted slumber, I suddenly realised that it must have been the telephone ringing. Oh, shit! I was suddenly wide-awake when I realised that a very naked Goldie, her hair all a-which-ways, was apparently talking to my daughter on my hotel room telephone. 

I took the handset from Goldie knowing that I was going to be in for a hard time. I was forever going on at my children about sex out of wedlock.

"Hi, Angela," I said sheepishly.

"Hi, dad. I gather everything went to plan!" she replied, sounding extremely upbeat. 

"What plan are you talking about?" I asked.

I could feel my face as it coloured up with embarrassment; it was obvious that my daughter was fully aware that Goldie and I had just spent the night in bed together. And she was old enough to fully understand exactly what we'd been doing in there.

"Oh, come on, dad, I'm not a kid anymore. Two old flames, both widowed, get together after god knows how many years. What else was going to happen? I didn't expect you two to play monopoly all night!"

Goldie was sitting on the bed grinning at my obvious embarrassment.

"You don't mind?" I asked Angela.

"Don't be silly, dad. Jimmy and I can't wait to meet her; when are you bringing her down to see if she approves of us?" Angela replied sounding very exited. "Now let me talk to Goldie again please, father?"

"She wants to talk to you," I said, handing Goldie the phone. I think I was in shock at Angela's reaction to events.

"Put the kettle on, Scratch. Let's have a cup of tea," Goldie said taking the handset from me.

Then the two of them dropped into girl talk, most of which seemed to come from Angela because Goldie was answering her in single syllables and euphemisms that I couldn't quite catch. After putting the kettle on and preparing the cups, I went into the en-suite for my usual morning ablutions.

I could hear giggling coming through the door, so it appeared the two of them were getting along fine, over the telephone at least.

When I came out of the bathroom, I heard Goldie saying, "Yeah, that's a great idea. I'll suggest it to him and see what he thinks. Okay, Angel, I'll speak to you again soon." Goldie handed the phone back to me.

"Hi, dad, she sounds wonderful. I really can't wait to meet her." 

"What suggestion did you make?" I asked.

"Goldie will tell you all about it. Now Jimmy and I have got some things to get started on. I'll see you later. Bye, dad."

"What things?" I asked, but it was too late, Angela was gone.

"What was that all about?" I asked Goldie, as I put the receiver back into its cradle.

"I'll tell you later. That sounds like one hell of a daughter you've got there!" Goldie said as she was pouring out the tea I'd set up before I'd gone into the bathroom. I watched as Goldie took a small pill from her handbag. 

There was something that was bugging me but I couldn't put my finger on it at first. Then I realised Goldie had called Angela 'Angel' - that was my pet name for Angela. But had she said it with the meaning that Angela was being an Angel, or had she just used that name to her. But then I realised that I often called Angela 'My Angel' in conversation so perhaps Goldie had just picked the name up from when I spoke to her. 

"What's that? Are you ill?" I asked. Watching as Goldie took the little pill.

"No, I'm fine," Goldie replied. "I just don't want to hear the patter off tiny feet until we are ready." 

"Oh, shit, I never thought of that. We didn't take any precautions, did we?"

"I went to my doctor the week after you came the last time," Goldie replied.

"Sure of yourself, weren't you? I still don't understand how you could be so sure I was coming back again?"

"No, I wasn't sure of myself at all, but I was pretty sure of Scratch Caisey. Let's just put it down to women's intuition and a little help from my friends."

"What friends are those?" 

"Three very good friends actually, I'll tell you about them one day. Now let's get back to some serious business whilst we have the opportunity," Goldie said as she climbed back onto the bed.

+++++++++++

Surprisingly it was still reasonably early when we pulled out of the hotel car park. Angela must have called us when she got up to care for the horses.

"So what was this suggestion that Angela made to you?" I asked Goldie.

To be honest I wasn't looking forward to the reception that I expected we'd receive from Claire when we got back to Goldie's house and I needed something to take my mind off of it.

"Well, Angela suggests that you invite me and the children down for the week. She said that you've got a little holiday cottage that you don't use and we could stay in there. Then we'd see what she and I can do about Claire's attitude towards you. Claire could get to know you better as well. A kind of kill or cure week," Goldie said.

When I'd bought the house, an old barn had come with it. Over the years, as and when the money became available, Elaine and I had converted it into two smallish holiday cottages, a common thing to do with the odd old building down our way. The idea was for it to be Elaine's little business on the side; she'd hire them out to holidaymakers in the summer. 

We'd only gotten around to finishing one of them before Elaine became I'll. Since her demise I'd lost interest in them. The children had used the completed one as a kind of giant playhouse. Angela, as she got older, often had her friends stay over in it so they could play loud music until all times at night. 

"I suppose it's worth a try," I replied. "The kids are off school and college for the summer, so they can entertain your two. But what about your job though?"

"Oh, bugger Sam! He'll have to find someone else to perv over," Goldie said laughing. "It'll be good to get away for a while. I haven't had a holiday since my honeymoon."

"Didn't Toby ever take you and the children away anywhere?"

"Oh, yeah, to Brands Hatch and Donington. Oh, and we went abroad every year, to the Isle of Man for the TT races. Yeah, we had a few holidays with Toby, all right! Don't get me wrong though, Scratch, we all enjoyed it at the time. But we never had a real holiday away from motorcycling whilst Toby was alive and I couldn't afford it since."

Claire was really on the warpath with me and her mother when we got to the house. She didn't actually say anything. She didn't have to; her attitude said it all.

Toby took the news of the holiday with enthusiasm. But Claire, whilst not actually refusing to come, made it plain that she was going under sufferance.

Then the three of them went upstairs to pack whilst I went into the kitchen to make every one some tea, only Claire wanted coffee. It was while I was making the coffee that I began to realise that things didn't really add up. Both the children had to take some time calling friends to cancel dates and the like, but Goldie didn't. Goldie was apparently packed in a matter of minutes where it seemed to take Toby and Claire forever.

Then a more obvious sign caught my eye, more obvious to me anyway. It was my home phone number written on a piece of paper clipped to the kitchen notice board. Yes, I'd exchanged telephone numbers with Goldie when I visited her the first time. But this number had my daughter Angela's name written beside it, not mine! As I was pouring the tea and coffee out, Goldie came into the kitchen but when she left again the piece of paper had disappeared.

Now here's a point for you to remember. There ain't no such thing as smoke without fire, but when you're being manipulated by a good woman, or rather "two" good women, you ain't going to see no smoke. Until it is too late! 

I'd smelt the smoke all right, but I hadn't recognised it for what it was. Goldie taking the day off so that we could go out together. Sounded plausible enough, but for one thing: Goldie pointed out that I'd told her I'd be coming up to town every six weeks the last time I'd seen her, but I hadn't taken over as the manager until the following Monday. That meant it was seven weeks since my first visit.

And then Goldie knew that I was working on the Triumph, she didn't think I might be; she knew I was getting it back on the road. The only way she could have known that for sure was if my loving daughter had told her.

"Got you!" I thought to myself; now I know what the hell has been going on. My loving daughter had been playing matchmaker. Now I had a problem. I was angry that I'd been manipulated, but I was extremely happy about the proposed outcome. So what do I do - Get out of my pram or carry on and pretend that I don't know? I chose the later option; I'd break the news that I knew their little secret at my own convenience.

There was one further question that I didn't know the answer to. Goldie had mentioned three friends who'd helped her. One was Angela, another most likely was my dearest son James. But who was the third? I was pretty sure it wasn't young Toby and there was no way that it was Claire. So who was the fourth conspirator. I needed to know the answer to that question before I got around to the confrontation. "Should be some fun when it happens," I thought to myself.

The journey down West was fairly uneventful. Except for the constant tsh tsh tsh coming from Claire's walkman, until her batteries went flat. I drove down the 303 and put a stop in at Stonehenge, which I think surprised Claire; she actually appeared to start to enjoy herself.

I slipped in another brief stop at a public house that I knew near Honiton for a bite to eat. Toby was beside himself with excitement; I got the feeling that he enjoyed the eating in a public house. It was pretty obvious to me that his mother hadn't taken him to one to eat before. Claire treated the experience with a certain disdain; it was clear that she was not unused to being in a pub.

"Are we there?" Toby asked when I finally turned into the lane that led up to my house.

"Yeah, this is it, Toby. It was an old farmhouse until we bought it, pretty run down as well," I replied.

"Whose are those horses?" Toby asked.

"They're ours. We ride up on the moor; that's about the only advantage of living out here."

I caught sight of Claire in the rear view mirror, suddenly awake from her apparent slumber; she was staring at the horses.

"Do you ride, Claire?" I asked.

"She wanted to, but we could never afford the lessons," Goldie said. "My, aren't they beautiful?"

"Well, Angela can teach you Claire. She's studying for her instructor's exam, so it will be good practice for her," I suggested.

"Whatever," Claire replied, trying to sound disinterested. But her eyes as she watched the horses said something completely different.

As I swung in front of the house Angela and James came running out of the holiday cottage, followed by Martha, one of our nearer neighbours. They'd obviously had to call in reinforcements on the spring-cleaning front.

Angela came up to the car and hugged me, then she went over and hugged Goldie. I nearly gave the game away, when I burst out laughing as they pretended not to really know each other.

We did the introduction bit then all of us carried the visitors' luggage into the holiday home. Then after dumping the luggage in the bedrooms every one went over to the big house where Martha had put the kettle on. Only we'd lost Jimmy and Toby on the way; we heard one of the quad bikes start up so I figured it would be a while before we saw the boys again.

Angela must have spotted Claire looking at the pictures of the horses that adorn almost every wall of the house.

"I've got to put them to bed shortly. Do you want to give me a hand?" she asked Claire.

"Um, sure, if you like," Claire said rising from the seat she'd just sat on.

"We'd better find you some jeans and wellies for you then; it's a bit muddy up by the stables," Angela suggested.

"I've got jeans in my bag," Claire replied and was gone from the room in an instant.

"Someone's looking a little happier," Goldie pointed out, after Angela had followed her. "I think she'll soon come around once she gets to know everyone. Mind, having those horses out there is going to be the breaker for Claire; she's crazy about horses."

"I'll leave you two love birds to it then, shall I?" Martha said after drinking her tea surprisingly quickly.

"Thanks, Martha," I replied as she made her hasty retreat.

"Does she think I'm going to jump your bones in front of her?" Goldie asked, after Martha had left.

"Martha's a country woman, Goldie; I doubt there is much that you could do that would shock her. Look, there's four youngsters here now. Martha was not very subtly giving us a little time alone before they return and demand to be fed."

"Oh, bugger, I'd better get started they'll all be starving when they get back," Goldie said jumping out of her seat.

"Take it easy girl, it's all taken care of; I hope your kids like Chinese." I pointed to the Chinese restaurant's home delivery brochure lying on the worktop beside the phone. "I think Angela's planning on us going oriental tonight. She'll call them when she comes back in and they'll deliver in about half an hour. See, we aren't all that uncivilised out here in the sticks."

"So what do we do now? Oh, that's a silly question!" Goldie replied with a cheeky grin on her face.

"I don't think so; the girls could be back any minute. I think a quick tour of the estate before it gets dark would be best, and we can see what mischief the boys are getting up to," I suggested, ignoring the disappointed face that Goldie pulled. 

She took my arm as I walked her around my domain. The boys we found plastered in mud washing off the quad bike. I told them to get themselves inside and cleaned up smart-ish. The two girls were finishing off putting the horses to bed; Angela commenting that Claire had caught on to what was required very quickly. Claire didn't say anything to me but did have a sheepish look on her face when our eyes met for a second.

I think Goldie was quite taken by the horses as well, if not a little put off by the size of a couple of them.

"How many have you got?" she asked incredulously.

"Seven here now," Angela replied, "But only three of them are ours. The others are liveries; we can stable about fifteen altogether, but we had to slim down, after mother got ill. I can't look after that many and go to college as well. Mind, if I had another pair of hands available we could get the numbers back quite quickly and they would be able to ride everyday as well."

"All right, Angela," I thought to myself, "You don't have to lay it on that thick for Claire's benefit. She's surely not so thick that she can't understand what you are playing at."

The girls went back down to the house before Goldie and I did. All right, yeah, we did a little necking once they were out of sight. We arrived at the house to find Claire and Angela getting into Angela's Nissan.

"Change of plan,, dad. We're having fish and chips. Claire and I are just going down to the village to get it," Angela said as she pulled away.

"She's showing off to Claire that she's got her own car," Jimmy said when we got into the house. 

The rest of the evening went off pretty smoothly. We all ate together, then Goldie and her two went over to the holiday home although it was pretty late.

In the morning I just caught sight of Claire and Toby walking up towards the stables with Angela and James. I saw no sign of Goldie before I went off to the office.

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"Did you have a good weekend?" Geena asked following me into my office.

She dropped my post on the desk then went over and poured our first two cups of coffee of the working day. Between us we'd go through several pots in the average day.

"I had a wonderful weekend, Geena. I stayed over until Sunday morning and brought a friend and her children down for the week."

"Ah, so you did go to see Goldie again?" Geena said with a grin on her face.

"And just what do you know about Goldie? Where you in on Angela's little scheme?" I demanded. 

'So that's it!' I thought. 'Geena was the fourth conspirator.' I know I must have sounded angry because Geena went straight on the defensive.

"Wow, hold on there, Gary? It's obvious that you know what Angela did, but I had nothing to do with her plans. I even refused to go through your address book to find Goldie's telephone number. So please don't get angry with me. She got no help from me other than to let her know the date of your meeting as soon as I got it. I did warn her that she was playing with fire, but she was adamant that it was something she had to do!"

"So you weren't in on the conspiracy then?"

"Other than knowing what Angela was hoping was going to happen and not telling you about it, no. I gave her no assistance at all. I warned her against it actually."

"Well, in a way, I'm pleased that she didn't take your warning to heart. There's something about Goldie that really gets under my skin. If things had been different, I'm pretty sure I'd have married her years ago."

"Are you going to ask her to marry you now?"

"I don't know for sure. My heart's telling me to. But one of her kids - her daughter - has taken a disliking to me. You know that in a situation like that, it can all go pear shaped so easily; the kids can usually find some way of driving a wedge between the mother and stepfather. It might be best if Goldie and I were to just stay as friends."

"Yes, I can understand your worries. I've seen situations like that before, all you can do is hope that the girl comes around in the end. Look, Gary, try not to be angry with Angela, she loves you and she thought that you needed a woman in your life. She said to me that you were on top of the world when you came back from that trip when you met up with Goldie again."

"Damn it, Geena, I'd just been offered the managers job here. Of course I was on top of the world."

"That's what I said to Angela, but she said something about a picture her mother had given her of you and Goldie together. Angela said there was something in your eyes when you looked at that picture. She said it was the same look you always had when you were with Elaine."

"Gary, maybe I shouldn't say this, but did you know that you cried when Angela showed you that picture? She told me she saw tears running down your face. She was only trying to do what she thought was for the best. I tried to warn her that playing with other people's emotions can be dangerous."

Damn, that was true! I hadn't realised that Angela had seen those tears. Seeing that picture and knowing that Elaine had given it to Angela had touched a heartstring somewhere.

"What's done is done, Geena. It's all turned out for the best anyway, I think. We'll just have to see what tomorrow brings. Now we'd better get down to these bleeding targets!"

"So you're not going to punish Angela then?"

"Oh, yeah, she and Goldie haven't heard the end of this. But I'm intending to play with their emotions just a little. A little embarrassment and confusion, I think, will serve my purposes best. And don't you dare let on to Angela that I know what she did."




For Old Time's Sake



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There were no panic-stricken phone calls from home during the day, so I figured everything had gone smoothly back there. When I got home that evening there was no one around, although Angela's Nissan was parked by the garage. 

I hadn't been inside long when I heard the bumble of the old Land Rover we kept for pulling the trailers around, as it came into the drive in front of the house.

I must have had a quizzical look on my face as to why Angela had used it to go out in, when I got outside.

"Five in the Micra is pushing things, Dad!" Angela said, as she climbed out of the old LR.

Goldie came up to me and gave me a kiss, then headed for the kitchen followed by the boys both laden with shopping.

"Goldie said that our diet left much to be desired. She's going to cook dinner tonight," Angela said as she followed behind.

"Mr Caisey?" a very quiet voice said from behind me.

It's Gary or Scratch, Claire," I replied turning to look at her.

"I was wondering, could I have a word with you in private?" she asked.

"There's no one here, Claire, but we can go into the cottage or the garage if you don't want to be disturbed." 

I followed Claire into the garage.

"Mr Caisey, Gary." Claire seemed to fumble, as if trying to find the words she wanted to use. "I owe you an apology for my behaviour."

I almost asked, "Ah, the horses, big house and just maybe the trappings of wealth have changed your mind, have they?" But I held my tongue. I was pleased that I did shortly. I just stood there waiting for her to go on.

"Scratch," she found a title she was happy using. "Please don't get me wrong. I loved my dad more than anything in the world. But he was pretty much of a good for nothing. All he really cared about was motorbikes and riding them. Oh, he loved mum in his way, but with dad everything - even mother, Toby and me - came second place to his beloved motorcycles and racing them. Mother was always scrimping and scrapping trying to get two pennies together, and my father was spending it on his damned motorbikes.

"When you turned up at the house with mother that day, I thought that you were another biker. Oh, you didn't look like any that I'd met in the past, but you and mother were talking motorcycles. I pretty soon gathered that mother was in love with you the moment you stepped in the front door. Mother wears her emotions on her sleeve. But I didn't want to see her go through all that again. I'm sorry but all the men that I've ever known properly were dad's motorcycle friends. I'm sorry I had you painted with the same brush.

"So you have no objections to me courting you mother now?"

"No, I think you're the best thing that's happened to mother in her whole life. I could kick myself for being such a fool. You'll get no objections from me from now on, whatever you two do."

"Claire, can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Mr Caisey."

"Well, for a start you call me Scratch, anything but Mr Caisey. And secondly do you like it down here?"

"Yes, it's a beautiful place."

"But would you like to live here, out in the country like it is. You know, it's a hell of a change from having the local shop on the corner."

"Scratch, it's quiet and clean. And the view over the moor there is out of this world."

"It's not quite so delightful in the winter, with a force nine blowing, Claire. I can assure you of that, but most of the time I find it better than living in the town. Now I'm going to ask you a favour. Please don't mention what we've talked about here today to your mother." 

"But I have to tell I've apologised to you."

"Oh, yeah, you can do that. But don't say anything else."

Goldie sounded pleased when she heard that Claire and I had buried the hatchet.

It was two nights later that I took Goldie for a walk up in the top fields, from where we could look down on the house and stables below

"God, this is a beautiful place you've got here, Scratch," Goldie said.

"Just the setting for three beautiful women to live in, don't you think?" I asked.

"Three?"

"Angela, Claire and you!"

"Oh, yeah!" Goldie replied. "Oh, god, did you just ask me what I thought you did?"

"Well, I could be jumping the gun a little, but it's what you wanted me to ask you, wasn't it?" 

Goldie stood there staring down at the farm bellow, but she didn't answer me.

"Well, what do you say, Stella?" I said, taking hold of her by the shoulders and turning her so I could see the tears running down her face. I kissed them away and we stood there cuddling each other whilst she got her emotions back under control.

"Scratch," she eventually said, "how many fields have you got here?"

"Three big ones up here on the top and six paddocks down below near the house. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I was just wondering whether we should christen them all like we did that field out at Radlett, before the wedding or after."

I looked around to make sure that there was no one in sight.

"Let's christen this one now!" I replied.

Life goes on.

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Epilogue

Almost two months had past since I'd asked Goldie to marry me. Plenty has gone on in those two months. When we eventually got back to the house that evening and broke the news to the children, they were all -- even Claire -- ecstatic at the news.

Goldie and the children stayed for two weeks, instead of the one that had been originally planned. Then I took them back to London so that they could tie up the loose ends in their lives up there and prepare for the move down west. It took another three weeks before they could actually make the big move.

They didn't return to the holiday cottage, but moved straight into the house, Goldie moving in to my room with me and Toby and Claire into two of the spare rooms. Most of Goldie's furniture we put in the unfinished holiday cottage for storage for the time being. Eventually we planned to use some of it to furnish the place when it was completed. Yeah, that plan was back on the agenda, and has since been completed; Goldie, I might add, always refers to it as "Elaine's other cottage."

James was really enjoying himself, playing driving instructor to Goldie, Toby and Claire, in the old Land Rover. If you can drive that old beast around the fields and tracks, you can soon drive anything anywhere. Apparently none of them had ever learnt to drive, because there wasn't the spare cash around to pay for either a car or driving lessons. Besides London has a pretty reasonable transport network that means getting around up there - although time consuming -- doesn't really require a car.

Angela was playing riding instructor to all three of them as well. She claims that Claire is a natural in the saddle and would soon be as good as her. Toby just wants to ride because James can, I think. And Goldie wants to ride out with me on "Legend", Elaine's old mare.

The big day is only three days away; Goldie's parents are due down tomorrow. They are going to stay in the holiday cottage. So tonight is my last opportunity to discover who the fourth conspirator was. I really had to clear the air before Goldie and I took our vows.

The boys were in the house playing computer games or something and Goldie was in the kitchen cooking up dinner. I'd been fiddling with the Triumph; it was running by then, but there is always something to adjust or polish. The lads at the local garage had done an unbelievable job on the paintwork. Somehow they'd even managed to duplicate the scratch on the top of the fuel tank. Goldie had made that scratch with the metal stud on the heel of her stiletto's ... what, must be over twenty-three years before.

I'd just gotten the bike. It wasn't brand new, but it was immaculate. Goldie had come running out of the café to see it. In her excitement she managed to scratch the top of the fuel tank as she swung her leg over, causing me to throw a wobbly. I'd gone on about that scratch so much in the following weeks that the boys began to refer to me as Scratch Caisey. So if you were wondering, that's where the name came from.

Having finished playing with the Triumph, I took a walk up to the stable to see how the girls were coming along, as it would soon be time for us all to sit down and eat together. Half way up there I met the girls coming in the other direction, so I turned to walk back with them. Angela took hold of my left arm and but then suddenly Claire was holding my right. I turned my head and smiled at her.

"Scratch?" Claire said, in that "I want something" tone of voice that most women normally use when they're after something.

"Yes, Claire," I replied.

"Well, I was thinking. After you marry our mother, Toby and me can't keep calling you Scratch. Doesn't sound very respectful, does it?"

"Well, I can't see that that makes any difference," I replied.

"Well, I was wondering ... that's if you don't mind ... I wouldn't want to upset you or anything..." 

"We don't seem to be getting to the point of this conversation, Claire," I suggested.

"Claire's trying to ask you if you'd mind her calling you Dad! She's been trying to get up the nerve to ask you all week!" Angela butted in.

I stopped walking and both girls swung around so they were looking straight at me.

"Well, Angel, what do you think of the idea?" I said throwing the ball into Angela's court. The only losers that I could see in this marriage were going to be Angela and James. They'd be losing their exclusivity of my attention. So I thought Angela's input was important on this.

"Well, makes sense to me, dad. I assume that in the long term, you'll be doing the adoption thing as well. It'll be cool when Claire's my proper sister," Angela said smiling.

"Sorry, Claire, I had to ask Angela's opinion first. All I've got to say is that I would find it an honour if you referred to me as dad, or your father.

Claire threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Thanks, dad. I didn't know how to ask you, what with the way I behaved when we first met."

We walked the rest of the way back to the house with the two girls skipping along each side of me like a couple of ten-year-olds. Both were still hanging on my arms like grim death.

Goldie informed us that dinner would be about another twenty minutes. "It's all in the oven; we've just got to wait until its ready," she said.

"In that case, family meeting in the lounge right now!" I announced.

There was a little discord from the boys who claimed to be on level six or something, but they were sat around the room with the others pretty quickly anyway.

"Right, family meeting in session," I said.

"Can we...?" James asked.

"No, I've called this meeting for a specific purpose. Well, two purposes actually!" I stopped James before he went off on his usual 'we need a new state of the art computer' request, James's normal opening gambit!

"Firstly Claire has asked me today whether she can call me dad in the future and Angela has brought up the subject of my adopting both Claire and Toby. Are there any objections from anyone to that idea?" I was looking straight at Goldie when I said that. 

Goldie's reaction was to cross the room, sit on my lap and kiss me. "Does that answer your question?" she asked.

"What about you two boys?"

"We thought we would be brothers anyway, once you and mum got hitched," Toby informed us.

"So everyone's in favour then?" I asked

Sounds of approval came from everyone.

"Okay, that's out of the way. Goldie and I will see the solicitor as soon as we get back from the honeymoon."

"Now for something very serious." I tried to put on my grave voice. "I have become aware that there has been a conspiracy of sorts in this house, aimed at manipulating my actions."

The six of them looked at each other, but didn't say anything. 

I fixed my eyes on my daughter, "Angela, exactly how long after I came back from London on that first trip did you call Goldie and where did you get the telephone number from? I know that Geena didn't give it to you."

Angela was suddenly looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She stared at me for a few seconds and then looked at Goldie - who'd returned to her seat by then -- for guidance I think.

"I ... You ... We ..." were the only sounds that came out of Angela's mouth.

"I got it for her, dad," James spoke up. "When you took Angela and me in and showed us your new office. You and Angela were talking to Geena out in the big office and I slipped back into yours and got the number from your address book thing on your desk."

"So, Goldie, those evenings when I called you for a chat, you'd already spoken to my loving daughter and the pair, or should I say the three of you were planning my seduction," I said, turning my gaze onto her.

Goldie smiled back at me. "Well, if you want the truth, yes, that's about it. Angela was convinced you'd be back, but I can't say I was at first! Don't get me wrong. I wanted you to come up again. I don't think I could have made it any clearer than I did."

"Angel," I said, turning my attention back to Angela. "You've been on at me for a few years to get another woman in my life, so I knew that you thought that I needed a little push. But what I don't understand is why then, just after I'd run into Goldie again. What made you think that Goldie and I would get on together?"

"Give me a sec please, dad," Angela said and left the room. It took her less than a minute to return with that cigar box of hers. Angela opened it and took out an envelope. She looked at it with tears in her eyes and then passed it to me. Martha gave this to me on my sixteenth birthday. The first part is mother and daughter stuff, but the latter part is about you. I think, father, that you should read this in private; come-on, everyone." Angela demanded, and then they all got up and left me alone.

I looked at the envelope that Angela had placed in my hand.

Martha, would you please give this to my Angela on her sixteenth birthday.  it said on the outside.

I took the contents out and slowly unfolded them.

 My little Angel  The first line said and then Elaine went on to talk about mother and daughter things that I don't intend to repeat here. But later the tone of the letter suddenly changed.

 I'm feeling terribly guilty about leaving all of you, especially your father. I'm worried about your father and how he's going cope when I'm gone. The thought keeps going around in my head that I've cheated him somehow. I hope and pray he finds another woman to fall in love and grow old with. If he does, I want you to promise me that you will encourage him to take that woman into his life.

I keep thinking that if I hadn't interfered with his relationship with Goldie, he would probably be looking forward to many more happy years with her than I've been able to give him. Baby, if your father ever finds himself another Goldie, don't you let her get away! I bent the rules to get your father from her in the first place; you have my permission to do whatever is necessary to make sure that your father is as happy as he can be in his old age. And for pity's sake don't let him waste his life mourning me when I'm gone. I know what he's like; he'll have the excuse that he's too busy looking after you children to go looking for romance. 

I'm not proud. If when the time comes for him to join me, he's got someone else with him, I know he's got enough love for both of us to share through eternity. Oh, don't tell him that I told you that; he never was one for believing in the after life.

I leave him in your care, my daughter.

Your loving Mother. 

I wiped the dampness from my eyes then went outside where my now somewhat extended family were sitting around the picnic table.

"So now I know who the other conspirator was," I said, for want of something else to say.

Angela looked at me with a grin on her face. "You always insisted that I do as my mother told me without question, dad."

"Well, your mother was one of the wisest women that I've ever known, Angel. You can never do wrong in my eyes by following her lead.

Life goes on.



For Old Times Sake



Looking around the cold blue tile of Denver International Airport she checked her watch. His flight was supposed to get in ten minutes ago and she could barely wait for him to walk back into her life. It had only been a week since they had broken up. It had only been six days since the last time he had been deliciously inside of her. She was wild with anticipation of what was going to happen this week. She was wild with desire after having thought about him every night since leaving. 

Break up or no break up there was no way they could resist each other. She had picked out her outfit very carefully, following his request to wear a 'short skirt' for that 'oh so easy' access. Paired with a pink school girl skirt was a lacy black tank top, black Victoria's Secret lace bra and open toed black and white heels. He had always had a thing for school girls so she knew there would be no way he would be able to keep his hands off of her.

And there he was. He took one look at her and she saw his face break out into a smile. He took her face into his hands and kissed her passionately and then led her to pick up his baggage. Holding her close the entire time. As they waited outside for the bus to head back to town he started stroking her leg, and scratching at the back of her neck, just like she liked it. She couldn't help but start feeling that familiar tingle. She couldn't help but let her hand travel towards his crotch. She licked her lips in anticipation as she imagined being home and taking his cock into her mouth. Instead she just rubbed it teasingly, looking up at him and smiling. 

'You evil girl.' He said with his sarcastic British accent.

'Always.' She answered with a mischievous grin.

With that he let his hand slip under her skirt and came in contact with her slippery bare cunt realizing that she had left the panties at home for him. As he touched her, she let out a deep, guttural moan in anticipation. That was when they knew they had to stop or they would be arrested for doing dark deeds in public. Not that they hadn't done that before. But it was much too easy to get caught on a public bus. He teasingly touched her one last time as they saw the bus pull up.

As soon as they hit the inside of her apartment he picked her up and began furiously kissing her as he carried her to the bedroom. When they got there he gently put her down, only to have her push him onto the bed and climb on top of him. She ripped his shirt off and began tracing her tongue down, around his nipples as she undid his belt and pants with one hand. She held him in place with her hips as she slowly took off her black tank-top and he saw her black lace bra and pert, supple breasts. He reached around and with a very funny, so fumbling it was sexy move he undid the claps and released her 36C tits into his hands. She let him lean forward with his mouth and take her nipples in, slowly circling them with his tongue, and teasing her until she couldn't take it anymore. With that she got off of him and pulled down his pants, beholding his gorgeous 7-inch cock. She looked up at him, making sure he saw the expression in her face as she leaned down and slowly licked the tip of his cock before enveloping it completely into her mouth. She starts sliding it in and out of her mouth never forgetting to lick the tip and is getting so turned on by the moans that he makes that she moves her head up and down faster. He moans that he is about to cum so she pulls her head back and cups his balls as he explodes all over her face and breasts. Squirt after squirt drips down all over her lips as she swallows it all. 

He looks at her with such lust that she knows she's about to get exactly what she wants. He turns her onto her back and kisses her, slowly stroking her body, tracing his fingers around her nipples. He starts to kiss down her body, paying attention to all of the spots he knows she loves, the spot where her neck meets her body, the sensitive nipples, and slowly stops as he gets to the pink schoolgirl skirt. Lifting it up he can tell how turned on she is by the dripping wetness that is coming from her bare cunt. He slowly lets one finger work it's way over her clit and inside of her. Then another. Then he slips three fingers in and starts fucking her as he nibbles on her clit making he squirm and moan the way she always does for him. 

'Ung. Fuck me, Adam. Fuck my hot, sopping cunt with your fingers. Fuck me so hard.'

She had always had a thing for talking dirty, he couldn't do anything but oblige and make her moan even louder. Thankfully they were in private so he could finally let her moan as much as she wanted. He didn't have to worry about fucking her on that field at camp and worry about waking up their supervisors. Though it had been hot to fuck her outside under the stars. Thinking back on those times, and hearing her begging him to fuck her, his 7 inch cock grew hard again and he knew that it was time to give it to her. He'd gone a week without her deliciously tight cunt. That tight cunt that had never been fucked by anyone but him. He looked at her and she stared right back.

"Yes. Fuck me, put all of your 7-inches inside of me and fuck me hard,' she commanded.

With that she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back as he entered her. She loved feeling his big, thick cock inside of her. But he stopped. He let it rest with just the tip and teased her mercilessly. Holding her body down as she tried to push up. Until she screamed at him to enter her. She couldn't take it anymore- and he gave it to her. Pushing in hard, and burying himself to the hilt. She moaned so hard it was a miracle the neighbors didn't hear. As he started fucking her rough and hard. With ever thrust she moaned and screamed. She was so into it that watching her biting her lip and moan as he fucked her was more than he could stand. She looked up at him and knew that he was so close. He moaned and so she told him to fuck her so hard, she wanted him to cum. She watched his face as she began to cum herself, so hard that her entire body began to shake, which was just to much for him to take. With one final thrust he gave her another shockwave of orgasm and shot his cum deep inside of her, and fell onto her exhausted and glowing with the feeling of pleasure which filled both of their entire body. 

This was going to be a very tiring, and very pleasurable week.



For Old Time's Sake



Brenda's blue eyes danced over her coffee cup as she looked at me. Those eyes always captivated me, ever since we met in the 5th grade. I developed a huge crush on her then, and during our senior year, we spent a couple of months in a torrid affair, wearing ourselves out with each other until I left for college the year Nixon resigned. An occasional Christmas card passed between us over the years, but Facebook brought us into closer contact lately. We were having lunch in the diner we both knew from High School, and our waitress was the daughter of the quarterback of the football team of our time. "It's been a long time, Kyle. What'cha been doin' with yourself? You never come back."

"I wouldn't say never, but I'm not back often. Things are so different now it seems like three lifetimes ago I grew up here. I feel like the ghost of Christmas Past every time I come through. You?"

She tossed her long black hair and shrugged. "Life's been good, and this town is a good place to spend a life in. The kids are grown and away raising their families. Bud's still delivering mail. My folks are gone, but that's been a while and I'm over that."

"Can't imagine you as a grandmother. You still look the same as you did in High School."

"Why, thank you, Kyle. Takes a little help from Revlon, but I appreciate it. You still know how to get into my heart."

I smiled and took a sip of my iced tea.  "Thanks. You still have the smile that stops traffic."

There was a moment's pause and she searched me eyes deeply. "Are you happy, Kyle? You never married, never settled down."

"I'm OK. Some people are better off single, and I'm one of them. I value my independence. Not that I don't like some. . .company now and then, but I like going home alone."

Our waitress stopped by to top off our drinks, and the only other couple in the place left. I didn't know them, which wasn't surprising, but every time I go to my hometown I still expect to know everyone. Brenda's eyes glinted with some mischief, and I asked her what she was thinking. "Oh, sometimes Kyle, I wonder. If you'd stayed."

"Who knows? But there was nothing here for me. Had to go. No regrets."

She looked down into her coffee for a moment, before continuing. "I'll say I've been happy with Bud, he's very affectionate, but he's not as creative as you are."

"Oh?" A tingle was creeping up my spine and I wondered where this was going. "Really?"

"Yeah. We did some things that will really different, exciting."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Sometimes. . .I miss them."

"Like?"

She looked at the counter to make sure it was clear and leaned forward. "I liked with when you sucked my nipples and fingered my clit. I liked it when you bit down a little bit on the nubs. I liked it when you brought the ice bucket and froze my breasts and cunt. Oh my God, I've never felt anything like when you'd push that little ice cube up me and finger me."

I looked out the window, and made sure no one was in earshot. "That was a long time ago. I remember it fondly as well, it was wonderful making out with you. I loved your passion, your fire. There are times I miss your lips around my shaft and your tongue on my balls."

She shifted on her seat and took another sip of her coffee, her blue eyes shining. "I even liked it when you spanked me a little. I even wished you'd done it a little more."

"Those were the days." A kid with familiar features passed by the front window. "Won't happen again, alas."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she replied, the coy grin on her face. "Bud's out of town on a fishing trip, won't be back for a coupla days. We could continue our little visit in private. For old times' sake."

For a moment I pondered the idea. "Why not? We could go over to your house for a while."

"Give me a few minutes head start. I'll leave the garage door open: the neighbors are all at work and if you slip in and close it quick, nobody'll see."

"Okay. I'll give you ten minutes."

She left me to pick up the check. I gave her fifteen minutes, then drove the six blocks off the main drag to her house. The garage door was open, and I pushed the button to lower it after pulling in.

The kitchen was ten years out of date and the front room full of second hand furniture, family pictures and lace doilies. I glanced at them briefly, remembering Bud and Brenda from High School, and seeing the sequence of their aging. They'd had three kids and at least seven grandkids. A piano reminded me that we had the same piano teacher as kids, and played a couple of recitals on Sunday afternoons at our church. One year I sat next to her, waiting to play, and it was all I could do to get my erection down when it was my turn to walk up before God and everybody to play my little Beethoven piece.

A stirring down the hallway to the bedrooms drew my attention, and I wandered down cautiously. A couple of guest rooms were neat and full of mementoes. A bathroom like those I grew up with stood ready to serve, but the door to the master bedroom was half open, soft music coming from it.

Brenda was standing at the foot of a four poster bed, one hand on each of the lower posts, stark naked. A few housekeeping implements sat on her dresser on the far wall, but I didn't pay much attention to them right away. Her hair hung down her back, her skin was lily white, and the huge breasts I remembered so fondly swung down low. She was curvy and soft, and I loved her that way. Smiling at me, she said: "It's been so long. Bud had an operation a couple of years ago, and can't do anything for me. I want to go back to when we were kids. Interested?"

I came over and gave her a deep kiss. Her body curled into me; my cock started hardening. She took her hands off the elegantly carved wood and started undoing my buttons as we kissed, and after she pulled my clothes off I grasped her wonderful soft breasts, making her moan. She slid down my bare body and stroked my dick, looking up at me with questioning eyes. I nodded and she kissed the end of it, licking it carefully before she took it all in her mouth. It was just like we were young: the warm, wet embrace from her mouth that made my balls tingle. Licking her way down the shaft, she reached my testicles and tongued them while stroking me: it was the way she could always get me rock hard. I was eighteen again; I was in paradise.

She stood up and guided me to the bed. Pulling back the covers, we lay on the clean sheets and necked, my mouth working outward to her ears, to lick and trace their gentle curves. Then I moved down to my favorite part of her body: her wonderful breasts and their big nipples. The years melted away as I sucked the beloved bud between my teeth; I tongued it and gave it gentle nibbles as I reached over and played with the other one. Her hand buried itself in my hair, and my hand dropped to find her dripping slit, where I found her clit and started circling it. "There's an ice bucket on the dresser," she said, breaking the silence.

"You did a lot in fifteen minutes," I replied.

"I knew you were back in town. Hoped you'd come over."

"What now?"

"Do what you used to do. Freeze my nipples and suck them back to life, push the ice up my cunt. It's been too long."

I brought the bucket over, and she picked up a piece first, rubbing it on my chest and down to my crotch. Taking another piece, she sucked on it several moments before going to surround my dick with an ice cold embrace. I responded by taking a piece and rubbing her right nipple as she sucked me, making it cold and hard. She tired of cocksucking and I rolled her over, working her slit with cold delight while sucking on her frigid bud until it warmed again. 

After five minutes freezing and thawing her, Brenda had a huge orgasm that make the bed shake. I held her through it, still sucking her nipple and stroking her thigh until she recovered her ability to speak. "My God, Kyle, that was wonderful. Haven't been there for a long time. You're a marvel."

"I try."

"And you succeed."

"Thanks."

A moment later I looked over to the dresser. There were a couple things that seemed out of place for a normal woman's dresser. "Looks like you've got a couple of special things there."

"Yeah. Got them in the city yesterday."

"Yesterday? So you thought I might come over. . ."

"And I wanted to be ready. One of them isn't that new, it's something I played with when I was a little girl."  

There was a big feather duster, and I grabbed it to tickle her skin. She wiggled and giggled, thrashing her arms and legs as I worked her armpits, stomach and inner thighs but doing nothing to keep me from making her squeal. Her breasts were very ticklish, and I worked around the undersides and nipples until she almost passed out through lack of air. Letting her recover, I gave her a couple of evil touches before letting up and putting it back.

I got out of bed and saw an old paddleball paddle. There were a couple of small holes where the ball and plastic line were stapled on, but the rubber component was long gone. The paddle was dark and old, cracked in a couple of places. "Perhaps you were a bad little girl in those days. Perhaps you didn't share your paddleball with your brothers and cousins."

She rolled over immediately, showing me her big, beautiful white butt. Her lower lip curled under her teeth and she gave me a mock shame look, her eyebrows questioning. "Maybe I should be punished for all those times?"

I sat on the bed and gave her a light swat. She wiggled her ass in invitation and I gave her another tap. Light red marks showed where I hit her, and I started giving her gentle whacks with the ancient wood, stopping now and then to probe playfully between her legs with the handle. I sat at the head of the bed, and beckoned her to lay sideways on it with her head in my lap. "I think you need to take care of business here, while I give you what you deserve." She moved even more horizontally and turned her hips so I could get at them more easily. My cock went into her mouth, and she sucked hard while I systematically turned her backside a cheery red. Finishing the work, I put down the paddle. Pointing to a mirror above her dresser, I said: "Look at your butt. It's pretty red right now."

She looked. Her ass was a dark red, and she winced a little when I stroked it. "I've been a very bad girl."

"Do you like the tingle of your spanked butt?"

"Yes," she growled huskily and sucked my dick again.

"Do you think there are any other parts of your body we should warm up?"

She thought for a moment and spat me out to say: "What do you have in mind?"

"I think maybe since your breasts have been so cold we should do something about that. Maybe warm them up a little?"

"Okay." She got up off the bed and took two wrist restraints off her dresser. They were plastic and bound by velcro. Standing at the foot of the bed, she offered them to me. "Here."

I turned her around and used them to fix her wrists to the bottom of her bed, facing away. Walking around, I pawed her breasts roughly, lifting them up. Noticing a small flogger on the dresser, I picked it up and started tracing it on her skin. "So you thought I might find this useful? You've really been working that imagination of your over the past few years." A sigh escaped her lips and her eyes twinkled. "Do you like being restrained, helpless to my vile whims? Do you like the feel of this on your skin so far?"

She moved her head, nodded, and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. I gave her tits a few soft passes, tickling the skin and she moved her chest out toward me. Going in a circle, I picked up the pace and holding one in the palm of my hand, flicked it several times before switching. The skin started turning a very light red, and she moaned. "Do you like this tingling in your breasts?"

"Mmm, yes. Never before, always dreamed of it. Don't stop."

I paid attention to her nipples and she gasped, then I landed some harder blows that made her wince. Picking up the paddle, I spanked her breasts a few times with it before noticing a clothesline in her bathroom. Going there, I took some semi-dry delicates down, laying them on a counter, before bringing the clothespins into the bedroom with me. Her eyes got big as I approached. "This will be a little like me nibbling your titties. Only a little harder and it stays put. Want to try it?"

She nodded and I licked a nipple to hardness before clasping it. A sigh and a nod of the head was my response, so I captured the other nipple. Her mouth writhed and she chewed her lip; I used the time to trace my fingertips over her red ass flesh, making her gasp. After about five minutes I took them off one at a time, bringing huge gasps as I did so.

Looking at me with her beautiful blue eyes, she asked: "Are you ready to come yet?" I shook my head no, and she looked disappointed. "Anything you want, just name it, and I will make it so. I'm yours today completely."

"Since when did you start quoting Star Trek?"

"A few years ago. The kids watched the series every week."

I strolled over to my clothes and took my belt out of the loops of my jeans. "How about a couple of stingers?"

"Stingers?"

"Hard shots with this."

"Is that leather?"

"Oh yes, those other belts never last."

She thought for a moment, then nodded her head. "All right, I'll try it."

"I'll put a couple on your butt first. See how you like it."

I walked around and she watched me as far as her sight would permit. Holding it by the buckle, I struck the bed several times to practice controlling the aim and power. She flinched every time I hit the bed. Finally, I got brave and landed a stripe across her butt cheeks. She yelped and raised her leg, but that was all. I laid another trail of red fire on her ass, and she danced for me again. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah. I can take it." I did it again and rubbed it before stepping away, making her wonder what was next. Two more stripes and I felt in control of what I was doing.

"How are you? Okay?"

"Okay."

"More?"

She nodded and I caressed the broad curve of her butt with the leather. A low moan escaped her lips and I reached down to feel her crotch: it was soggy. I fingered her a few moments, getting three fingers up her wide cunt, and then pulled away. "Ready to try it somewhere else?"

"Oh, you're evil Kyle, you always were so evil. Like where?"

"Your tits."

She thought for a minute and looked down at her breasts. The buds were rock hard, and a few stray freckles stood out in isolation. "I don't know, never did anything like that. Will it help you cum?"

"I think so. The idea of laying a big red stipe on your pretty white tits really turns me on." My pecker was bobbing and weaving at the thought: I'd always loved Brenda's gorgeous breasts, and couldn't get enough of them. One night in the back seat of my old Pinto, I made her orgasm just from licking and sucking her nipples while Led Zeppelin played on the radio. I could see from her eyes she was struggling with the idea. 

I was about to drop it when she looked down and saw my wand waving in the air. She gave a small quick nod and I could tell she'd made a choice. Taking a deep breath, she said. "Do it. Many as you want."

I stroked her soft boobs and whispered in her ear: "Will you suck me when I cum?"

"Yes," she said eagerly. I brought a chair over next to her, making sure it was sturdy, before getting ready. Moving elegantly, I made a couple of false passes before I landed a blow across both her breasts, grazing her nipples.

She yelped: "Shit." Her feet danced and her hands pulled the bonds. I waited until she was done moving and recovered before giving her another one. The semen started building in my balls, and a third wollop made her dance and scream. The fourth blow was from above, catching the tops of her breasts just above the nipples and bringing tears to her eyes. Able to take it no longer, I hopped on the chair and stuck my cock in the direction of her mouth, jerking furiously. She opened her mouth an inch away from my man meat, her tongue darting out to lick the end, and waited patiently until at last my sperm rocketed out of my cock and into her waiting mouth. As I came I stuck it in her mouth, and she sucked and sucked me until I was completely dry. When I pulled out, she rolled my wad around in her mouth, savoring the taste, before swallowing it all.

Unbinding her, I laid her on the bed and dived between her legs, licking furiously. She was extremely wet, and it took less than a minute to bring her to another orgasm, curling her toes and making her scream. We rested a few moments, my head in her crotch, her hands stroking my hair, as we recovered. She winced as I traced the cruel red lines on her pure white skin with my fingertips, but smiled.

After taking a shower, we dressed and went to the kitchen. After fixing us a couple of highballs, she sat down opposite me, her face beaming in spite of teary red eyes. "That was fantastic, better than old time's sake," I started.

"Glad you enjoyed it." She sipped her drink coyly, her eyes twinkling irresistibly again.

"Did you like it?"

"Couldn't you tell?" she said with a mischievous smile.

I smiled and sipped my drink. "I don't know when I'll be back here again."

"Better be soon. You still on Facebook?"

"Yeah, you know it. Not going to Timeline, but never getting off. It's too handy."

"Bud isn't technological enough for that, doesn't use the computer for more than card games, so we're safe there. Private messages are good."

"Yeah. It won't be fifteen years this time."

She hit me with the same electric smile that lightened my youth and fueled my libido. "Damn well better not be," she purred.



For Old Time's Sake



Carl and Mark sat across from one another staring into the campfire. Each lost in his own thoughts, comfortable enough with one another to allow the silence to stretch out as the sun sank slowly over the tree tops. The disappearance of the sun did not take away the oppressive heat of a midsummer night in southern Mississippi. 

Carl watched sparks jump deep within the heart of the burning wood, savoring the unique beauty of the fire. He wondered quietly to himself how many more of these trips he would have with his best friend. Each had graduated earlier in the summer, and had vowed to remain close as they began the next phase in life. Their summer camping trips had been a tradition going back to the early days of their friendship. As soon as their fathers had given them permission to camp on the two hundred acre property they had managed to make it into the woods at least twice a month.

He watched Mark swat at the mosquitos that plagued the area this time of the year. The smoke offered little protection from the pests, neither did the various bug sprays that he had accidently left sitting on the counter back at the house. 

The silence was broken as Mark swore loudly at a particularly annoying insect that seemed to feel his ear was a good place to rest its weary wings.

"These damn things are going to eat us live," he said, "next time for God's sake please don't forget the spray."

Carl chuckled and tossed him the flask he had been holding. "Take a nip of this. It'll help you forget the bugs."

Mark shook his head giving Carl a wry look before tilting the flask back and enjoying a very large portion of Uncle George's moonshine. 

"Holy crap, that is strong. How much have you had?"

"I don't know. Too much by the way you keep getting hazy." Carl swatted a mosquito. "I don't remember having this kind of insect problem when we started all of this." 

"We were too busy having fun back then to think about it, I guess," Mark answered, "We used to find better ways to spend our time than drink."

Carl's fuzzy mind felt a tug. Could Mark be referring to the one topic they never discussed? They had fiddled with each other before. Back in their senior year of high school and a few times in their early years of college. Never anything major. Just an exchange of handjobs and blowjobs between friends. Could he be bringing it up?

"You know, we used to go swimming pretty much every time we came out here."

...Apparently he wasn't.

"Oh yeah, I remember. Those were the good ol' days weren't they? Just two friends, naked and swimming in the moonlight; probably a good thing the girls don't know."

Mark laughed, "It certainly is, you know how jealous they get. We had some good times back in the day. We should do it again someday. Dammit, let's go right now. Anything is better than being eaten alive by mosquitos."

Carl stood up, elated at the idea. "I'm game. I'll get a flashlight. The pond isn't all that far away."

As it turned out, the pond was in fact "that far away." The area had grown up since the last time they had camped out, and neither was completely sure the correct way to the pond. But after forty minutes pushing thru the bramble and the thorns they stumbled out to the edge of the small pond. 

Carl wasted no time in stripping off his shirt and shorts and throwing his briefs onto a branch and plunging in. As he resurfaced he realized that Mark had not followed him into the dark waters. He looked around and saw him standing on the bank. 

Mark may not have jumped in, but he was ready to. His clothes lay in a rumpled pile beside him. He stood, hands on his hips in the light of the moon, looking like a Grecian sculpture. His muscular form was crisp and neat. Each muscle thrown into stark relief as the moon turned his normally tan skin into alabaster and contrasted with the dark shadows surrounding them. 

Carl felt an involuntary twitch between his legs. He was getting aroused! What the hell? Those days were long gone, they were much younger then, this was different. He was glad that he was waist deep in the water so his friend could not see his reaction.  

"Are you going to come in," he yelled trying to keep the strange hoarseness out of his voice. He hoped Mark would listen, the sight of that body was doing things to him and he hoped it being submerged in water would help. Out of sight out of mind.

But Mark seemed content to just stand there for a moment. He stretched languidly, arching backwards. His hips thrust forward and Carl gave out an accidental gasp. He was not small by any means, but Mark was hanging out a tool that made him shudder with suppressed desire. 

Mark must have heard the gasp because he was looking at Carl intently. 

"Dude, put that thing away and get in here."

Mark made no indication that he heard or cared. He continued to stare.

Carl was quickly approaching full on panic. Why in hell was he getting aroused? He wasn't gay...was he? He had occasionally looked at gay porn, but only as a curiosity, it didn't mean anything. Did it?

Mark slowly moved a hand to his flaccid member and began stroking it, never taking his eyes off of Carl. It was too much; Carl felt himself begin to grow beneath the water. 

"What the fuck, man!" He was shocked and excited and altogether confused. Mark however seemed to feel anything but confused; he was slowly working himself into a proud erection under Carl's startled gaze.

"I told you I wanted it to be like the old times, Carl. This is pretty much how I remember it. Except, I think you were closer."

Carl blinked as the weight of what he had just heard slowly sank in. Mark wanted him to stare, wanted him to do even more than stare. All of his hesitancy was lost, he would deal with what these feelings meant another time, right now he had other things to attend to.

"Why don't you come in the water where I can get to you?"

Mark smiled and obliged. He stepped into the water, and waded toward Carl. 

They faced each other, no more than an arm's reach between them. Carl was finding that it was suddenly hard to breathe. Marks impressive physique seemed to have a direct connection to his lungs. His heart was pounding like it might come out of his chest as Mark took a step closer. 

They were almost nose to nose, Carl felt the tips of their erect members bumping against each other beneath the dark water. He felt his chest tighten with anticipation. 

Mark reached out and grabbed him lightly. His hands moved gently up and down the erect shaft, coaxing it gently into full attention. 

Carl moaned with pleasure. The sensation of Mark's calloused hands playing with him sent tremors up his spine and throughout his body. He had forgotten the strange thrill these interactions had for him. 

He reached out and tweaked Mark's nipples and was rewarded with a gasp of appreciation. He continued to pinch his way down the hard stomach until he reached the base of Mark's cock. He wrapped his hand around the huge member and realized it was even bigger than he thought. His thumb and middle finger barely touched. 

He pulled toward himself, letting his hand move lightly over the heavily corded flesh.

"Let's get out," Mark whispered, "I want to see."

They made their way back to the bank and spread their clothes out in order to avoid getting dirt all over themselves. Mark lay down first. His cock still hard enough that it did not lay flat on his chest. 

"Come and get it."

Carl needed no second bidding. He crouched down between Mark's splayed legs and took the huge treat in both hands and began working his way up and down. He watched as Mark melted under his touch. His head rolled over, his breathing became ragged, and his cock continued to harden. 

Carl started to increase his speed, twisting his hands in opposite directions and was rewarded with a satisfied moan. But finally, he could resist no more and leaned over Mark and took the tip of the cock into his mouth. It completely filled him. He was astounded by just how large the head alone was and attempted to get more of the shaft between his lips. 

He continued to stroke with his hands as his head bobbed up and down. Mark squirmed under the intensified pleasure, his hips beginning to rock in rhythm with Carl's administered touch. 

"Wait. Stop."

Carl looked up, "Is something wrong?"

"I'm not ready to cum yet. Let me work on you."

Carl readily obliged. Mark sat up and reached out to get hold of Carl's half erect penis and started to work it into its former hardened state. Carl leaned back on his elbows to enjoy the sensation and let his head rock back. 

He stared into the heavens, enjoying the splay of stars overhead as Mark continued to work magic with his hand. Soon he felt Mark's hot breath at the base of his cock, and shuddered as his friend's tongue and lips ensnared the side of his member. 

Mark worked his way up one side and down the other, slowly licking and kissing every inch. He stopped at the tip and ran his tongue around the head. He started slowly but each time around the speed increased until the sensation began to overpower Carl and he felt the familiar clenching.

Mark must have felt it too for he suddenly stopped and waited for it to subside. Carl looked down, watching as Mark stroked himself to maintain his own erection. Mark met his eyes and smiled before leaning back down over Carl's cock and began blowing him again. 

Carl reached out to take over Mark's work on that huge cock and began stroking in time with Mark's bobbing head.

He felt the clenching again, but Mark didn't let up this time. He felt his cock begin to twitch with anticipation as Mark sped up his tempo.

"I am about to blow," Carl warned his friend in case he wanted to remove his lips, but Mark apparently had no intention of doing that and reached out a hand to aid in bringing out Carl's juices.

The added sensation was too much and Carl's head was thrown back in ecstasy as he fired his load into Mark's eager mouth. As his own orgasm came to an end he felt the cock in his own hand begin to throb. He pulled it in his direction and watched and wave after wave of hot cum splashed across his legs and stomach. Mark sighed with relief as he spent himself on his friend.

Carl stood up, looking down into Mark's face. A bit of his semen found its way onto Mark's chin and he fondly wiped it away.

"Perhaps we should get back in and wash off," he suggested.

"I think that might be a good idea," Mark readily answered, looking at the mess he had made all over Carl. He stood up and took a few steps toward the pond before looking back and smiling.

"Do you have plans tomorrow night? I'd like to camp out again...you know...for old time's sake."



For Old Time's Sake



Gilbert, 22, and his ex-girlfriend Tera, are spending time together alone at Gilbert's house after a day of catching up. They had been in a relationship together 4 years prior but have remained friends after the breakup. Tera was now in a relationship with another man, with whom she lives with. Despite having a current boyfriend, she had decided to try and spice things up by secretly spending a day with her old flame as she was still strongly attracted to him.

After having a lunch date, the two have been sitting in Gilbert's living room for about an hour talking. The emptiness and silence of the house reminded them both of their old sex romps when they were together. Tera wondered if Gilbert felt the same way towards her when suddenly she got her answer: Gilbert had kissed her for a good few seconds before pulling away. He realized what he had done and started to apologize, fearing she would react in a negative way. He was relieved and happy to find out that Tera's reaction was to immediately kiss him back. It was clear to both of them now, that what they had planned and desired was about to happen.

Gilbert put his hands all over Tera's body as they kissed. He layed her down and got on top of her, continuing to kiss her from her lips to her chest. She was wearing a skirt, which Gilbert always thought looked sexy on her. He reached down and put his hands under her skirt to start rubbing her sensitive parts through her panties. Tera let out soft moans as her clit was being stimulated. He then removes her panties and moves down in between her legs, under her skirt, and begins to eat her out. Tera gasps in pleasure as she feels Gilbert's tongue come in contact with her clit. She put her hand on her forehead, realizing what she is doing was crazy, and briefly thinks of her current boyfriend. She considers stopping everything, but gives in to temptation as he licks at her clit wildly but passionately, licking side to side and up and down, making her arch her back and moan as well as gasping in pleasure as she says his name.

He then surprises her by sticking his tongue deep in her pussy, trying to stick it in as far as he can go as she lets out a loud moan. He picks her up from the couch, takes off his pants and underwear, and positions his member so Tera can start sucking him off. Tera gladly takes him into her mouth, stroking his hard cock with her lips and lapping her tongue at the tip. Gilbert can't take anymore after several minutes and lays her down, this time shoving his cock inside her. She moans loudly as his thick, erect penis really stretches her tight pussy out. He grabs and squeezes one of her breasts as he slowly pushes himself in and out. Tera closes her eyes, absolutely loving every moment of this, and happy she got exactly what she wanted. They both moan like crazy, Tera screaming and moaning loudly as Gilbert's thick cock rams and pounds into her pussy at a gradual pace for a good 15 to 20 minutes. 

They both tire, he briefly rests laying lovingly on top of her, as they are both sweaty and breathing hard. He then takes her hand and sits her up as he strokes his cock with one hand. She gets into position, ready to take a load in her mouth. Gilbert lays the tip of his cock on Tera's lips as he climaxes, letting his cum flow gently into Tera's mouth as she swallows every drop. Gilbert then sits next to Tera and cuddles with her while they rest.

It's now reaching the late evening as Gilbert and Tera wake up from a long nap. Tera pleads with Gilbert that she must go home to her family, but he persuades her into staying a little longer for one last sex session. He leads her to the master bedroom of the house, as he wants the sex to be the best that they can make it, as the bed is bigger and more comfortable than the couch. He removes her clothes along with his until they are completely naked and lays her down on the bed. 

He goes down on Tera once more gently licking her clit but this time stimulating her g-spot with two fingers inside her for a few minutes. When he is done she sits up as he stands and starts giving him head, licking and sucking his cock. The feeling of her soft lips around his hard cock feels amazing, she sucks slowly for a few minutes then gets faster and faster. He moans because of how fast she is sucking. She stops not wanting him to cum yet. He then lies on the bed and makes out with her, kissing from her mouth to her neck for a further few minutes. She then climbs on top of him, moaning as she slides down on his cock and starts riding him. They both moan as she moves up and down on his cock. Tera puts her hands on Gilbert's chest as she intensely grinds on his rock hard penis for 10 minutes straight. He makes her turn around in the same position she is in and takes over, thrusting his cock up into Tera's pussy. Gilbert moans as he becomes more vulnerable to climax. After another 15 minutes of Tera riding him, she tires, collapsing on top of him. 

Gilbert lays her down on her back, getting into the missionary position under the covers. He enters her vagina once more, hearing her moan because he is still rock hard. He slowly starts to thrust at an easy pace, letting her feel every inch of his cock inside her. He thrusts and thrusts until he feels almost ready to cum as she moans his name. Gilbert suddenly starts sucking on one of her nipples to help intensify her orgasm. He suddenly feels his cock pulsate and flex indicating he is about to cum, she feels the movement of his cock which begins to make her cum. Hearing Tera moan, he looks into her eyes, seeing them widen as he erupts deep inside her and they both let out a loud and long moan. The feeling of Gilbert's semen filling her vagina leaves Tera in complete bliss. Both of them, having orgasmed, kiss passionately. Gilbert lays his head on Tera's chest, the both of them holding each other satisfied. They then lay in bed for awhile in the same position and stay silent, savoring the sensations they are both feeling after sex. 

Tera begins to get dressed still laying in bed, putting on her panties first, not bothering to remove Gilbert's seed from inside her vagina. She continues to put on her bra, blouse, and skirt. Gilbert remains half naked, only in underwear, as he watches Tera dress. He walks her to the door, knowing it will be the last time this may ever happen. They thank each other for the amazing, sex filled day by kissing each other wildly, tongue and all. Tera makes it to her car where she begins her drive back home to her boyfriend. After a few minutes of driving, she suddenly displays a satisfying smile as she still feels Gilbert's cum sitting nice and warm inside her.



For Old Time's Sake



Reaching the third floor, Suzy opened the door and stepped into the darkness. It swung closed behind her, eclipsing the light coming from the stairway. Standing in the near black for a few moments, she collected herself, took a deep breath, and walked toward a stool placed against a brick wall on the far side of the loft. Two spotlights mounted on the ceiling illuminated the stool, letting her know where to sit.

She'd been here many times, though it had been nearly two months since her last visit, and she moved slowly in the gloom between the door and the small circle of light. Taking short, careful steps, she felt her way with her feet, and the sound of her high-heeled ankle boots tapping on the hardwood floor echoed in the open space.

Sure Bryan was watching, she tried to listen for any movement other than her own. Reaching the stool, she turned to sit down. The light in her eyes made it impossible to see more than a few feet. Unconsciously, she smoothed the fabric of her mid-thigh length, blue, flower-print dress, letting her fingers travel a few inches past the bottom and across her fishnet-covered thighs.

"I was surprised you called," a voice said.

She jumped when he spoke. Using a hand to shade her eyes, she looked in the direction of the voice.

He had to be close, she thought, but could see nothing.

Trying to disguise her unease, Suzy raked her fingers through her long brunette hair, pulling it back to let it fall past her shoulder blades.

"Were you busy?" she asked, as her hands returned to her lap.

"No," he said. "But, with only two days left, I thought you'd be making last-minute preparations to become Mrs. Suzy Block," he continued.

"That's Suzannah Singer-Block, thank you very much," she retorted. "And, how do you know when the wedding is?"

"Well, I didn't receive my invitation, but we're still friends on FaceSpace," he answered. "You've been posting fairly regular updates about it."

"Yes, I have," she allowed.

"Don't worry, I'm not insulted," Bryan said. "I suppose it would be bad form to invite the guy you've been fucking the entire time you've been engaged."

"It might make it difficult to repeat that 'forsaking all others' vow," she said.

There was something strange about the way she delivered the comment. It caught his attention, but he decided to let it pass.

"So, you thought you'd go slumming one last time before getting married?" he said, more than asked.

"One last time," she repeated, whispering to herself.

"Should I feel honored?" he mocked.

An exasperated sigh escaped her throat.

"I left my bachelorette party to come here," she said.

"Really?" he asked.

"We were drinking and dancing," she revealed.

"With the strippers?" he asked, teasing.

"I told the girls I didn't feel well," she answered.

"And, you thought some cock would make you feel better?" he asked, rhetorically.

"You're such an asshole sometimes, Bryan," she spat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Counselor," he said.

"Don't call me that," she snapped. "You know I haven't passed the bar yet. At this point, I don't know if I'm even going to take it."

"Isn't your soon-to-be husband going to let you work?" he asked.

"We're not Hasidim," she answered. "I can do anything I want."

"That's mighty nice of him," Bryan said with a laugh.

She crossed her legs and glanced down. Seemingly distracted, she fiddled with the large, sparkling, engagement ring on her finger. Normally, she removed the ring before meeting him, and now he knew for sure something was wrong.

"Well, after all that school, why not take the test?" he asked, softening his tone.

"Look, I have enough people at home telling me what I should or shouldn't do," she said, raising her head. "I didn't come here to listen to you give me bullshit, too."

"What did you come here for?" he asked, knowing - even as the words left his lips - it was the wrong thing to say.

"You know what, I don't know," she said, standing up from the stool. "I'm leaving."

He moved into the light, and she saw he wore a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He towered over her; his large frame dwarfing her petite build, and her 5'0" - even augmented by the four-inch heels she wore - seemed slight before his 6'3". His right hand came up and, despite his size, gently took hold of her left shoulder as she passed him. Rotating his body so he could sit on the stool, he spun her as he pulled her to him. She didn't resist, but looked away as their bodies collided.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he whispered, "what's wrong?"

Suzy continued to avoid his gaze. He moved a hand to her chin and turned her head to face him. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Come on, tell me," he said.

She leaned forward, attempting to touch her bright red bee-stung lips to his, but he retreated, leaving their faces an inch apart. The smell of her - her body, the sweat from her earlier exertions, the almost effervescent scent of her flowery perfume, even the alcohol remaining on her breath - was intoxicating.

"Please," she croaked.

"What do you want?" he asked, shifting his attention from her sky-blue eyes to her lips.

Suzy put her hands on his knees and quickly slid them up his legs to his crotch. Closing the distance between them, he kissed her hungry mouth. Her tongue met his, and their bodies melted together.

Slipping his hands under her ass, he lifted her, dragging her onto his lap. She straddled him, precariously hooking the heels of her boots on the horizontal supports of the stool. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as her hands crawled downward between their bodies. Her fingers clawed at his waistband, and she began to grind against him.

"I want you to fuck me right now," Suzy whispered, breaking their kiss.

His right hand fell to his sweats. Awkwardly, he rose from the stool - just an inch - and fumbled to push down the pants. He managed to lower them, exposing the head of his cock, before his bare ass returned to the cool wood. Suzy wasted no time, running her fingers over the tip, exploring the stiffening member.

"That's what I need," she cooed.

Her hands latched onto his shaft, and she stroked him, her hands making jagged movements in the confined space of his lap. His mouth fell open as she began jerking him roughly.

"Suz," he groaned. "Slow down."

She shook her head.

"Give it to me," she hissed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked.

"I need it, OK?" she shouted. "Are you going to give it to me, or do I have to go find someone else?"

Bryan stared into her eyes, as her fingers guided his cock to her wetness. He felt her yank her panties to the side, then press him against her hole. Thrusting her hips forward, she took him into her pussy. They both gasped as he entered her. Suzy's arms encircled his neck. Hugging him tightly, she gyrated against him. He grabbed Suzy's ass, and pulled her toward him, assisting her motion as she rode him.

"Yes," she murmured in his ear, "that's what I want."

Moving his left hand to her head, he wove his fingers into her hair, and pulled.

"Make me cum," she cried out. "Please, make me cummmm..."

Suzy's cunt contracted around his cock, and she quivered. Her nails tore at his t-shirt, and she moaned his name as she came.

"Cum for me," he mumbled, tickling her neck with his lips.

"Don't you dare stop," she commanded. "Make me cum again!"

Even as she fought for breath, Suzy continued propelling herself into him. Bryan leaned back, trying to look at her.

"Fuck me," she yelled, slamming her fists into his shoulder blades.

"God damn it..." he began.

She didn't stop moving, desperately rocking against him.

"Are you out of your mind?" he demanded.

His hands returned to her ass, cupping her cheeks, and he struggled to stand up. She hung on to his neck and wrapped her legs around him.

"More," Suzy growled in his ear.

Bryan shoved her against the wall, pinning her there with his body, and drove his cock deep inside her. Suzy's eyes went wide as he filled her, and her cry was a combination of surprise, pleasure, and pain. His sweatpants slid to his knees, and her boot heels pressed into the cheeks of his ass. She murmured something he couldn't decipher as he rammed himself into her again...and then again.

Her arms clenched around him, and he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. She squealed as he squeezed her ass hard. Bryan knew she was ready to cum again. Her body pulsated, and her pussy constricted, crushing his cock.

"Cumming," she croaked, weakly.

He could feel her juices running down his balls, coating his inner thighs. Even as her grip on his shoulders weakened, Bryan didn't relent, continuing to push himself against her.

"That's right," he said, "cum all over my cock."

Suzy's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth hung open, and she shook for more than a minute. Her cunt tried to push him out, but he fought to remain inside her; supporting her weight; balancing precariously with the help of the wall, and shifting his cock in and out, making her cum yet again.

"Keep going," she begged. "Please."

His arms began to ache. Despite her protests, he put her down. She grabbed his cock and stroked him hard. Bryan brushed away her hands, took hold of her shoulders, and spun her. Once more, he squashed her to the wall, face first this time. Standing behind her, his hard cock rested against the damp, white-hot flesh of her back.

Sliding his right hand down her leg, he found the bottom of her dress, then maneuvered upward. His fingers slipped inside the top of her panties, and wandered through a trimmed triangle of dark-brown pubic hair. Finding her clit, he rubbed her roughly. She went limp, but he caught her neck with his left hand, and held her up. Her fingers clawed at the wall, then fell away as she gasped for breath.

Caught between their bodies, Bryan's cock throbbed uncomfortably. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in her, but the disparity in their heights precluded that act in this position. Twisting his neck, he kissed Suzy's shoulder, running his tongue over her salty skin.

"Oh, yesssss," Suzy hissed as she began to tremble.

As she came for the fourth time, he ceased his efforts, concentrating only on cradling her; feeling her shake. He loved making her cum, but his own body told him he needed to join her in doing so. As her breathing slowed, she turned her head to look back at him.

"Call me a whore," she said.

It took him a moment to realize what she'd said.

"What?" he asked, not sure he'd heard her correctly.

"Tell me I'm a dirty whore," she said.

He'd never called her that, or anything like it.

"Why?" he asked, stopping his movements. "Where did that come from?"

"I'm getting married in two days," she said, "and, I'm standing here with your fingers up my cunt. What else could I be?"

Dumbstruck, Bryan looked at her silently.

"What?" she challenged, loudly. "Do you want me to be the submissive little woman?"

Pushing herself against him, she knocked him back a step.

"Come on, let's go to bed and you can fuck me missionary style," she yelled. "I'll lay there, stare into space, and do nothing."

His hand returned to her neck, and she gasped as it tightened on her soft flesh. Putting the tip of his nose to hers, he growled as he stared into her eyes.

"Don't leave any marks," she wheezed. "I don't have a choker to go with my wedding gown."

Releasing her throat, he shoved her to the stool, roughly bending her over the top. She laughed at his efforts. As she struggled, her dress rode up to reveal the bottom of her ass. Catching sight of the delicate red lace thong she wore, he slipped his fingers inside the gossamer fabric, and ripped it away, tearing the panties off her body. She howled as they flew into the darkness.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, nudging the tip of his cock into her.

"Are you going to talk to me, or fuck me?" she raged.

He rammed himself into her, his hipbones striking her flawless cheeks.

"You want me to treat you like a whore?" he demanded. "I'll fuck you like a whore."

"Yes," she groaned.

Bryan repeated his action, impaling her on his cock. He pulled back, and then did it again. Giving her no time to recover, he began fucking her hard and fast. She gripped the stool, her nails clutching at the wood, and a small grunt escaped her throat each time he filled her. He looked down, watching her perfect ass bounce with every thrust. Lifting his right hand, he brought it down swiftly, slapping her right butt cheek.

"Motherfucker," she screamed, turning her head to look at him.

She tried to rise from the stool, but he placed his left hand in the middle of her back, and forced her down again. He struck her a second time, the sound echoing around the loft.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered through gritted teeth.

"Shut your whore mouth," he told her as his hand came down a third time.

"If you leave bruises, I'm going to rip your bal..." she began.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her up to him - the new position causing his cock to slip from her pussy. A yelp of pain cut off the end of her threat, and Bryan's right hand once more closed around her neck.

"You'll what?" he asked, quietly.

Suzy's body shuddered against his, and her eyes screwed shut. Bryan released her neck, and slid his right arm around her waist, supporting her as she convulsed. He let go of her hair, and pushed his left hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as she came. She moaned loudly, urging him to keep going.

"Dirty little cunt," he whispered in her ear. "I can't believe you fucking came like that."

She may have tried to nod, but her body continued shaking.

"More," she pleaded, her breathing ragged.

"You filthy slut," he growled. "Why should I make you cum again?"

"Please," she begged.

He manipulated her clit roughly, and her body involuntarily tried to double over, but he held her tightly. No more than a minute passed - the tremors from her last orgasm had not yet faded - and she cried out, warning him she was ready again. A low, animalistic wail filled the air as Suzy came for the sixth time.

As the temporary bliss of her orgasm faded, exhaustion took hold, and her legs gave out. Bryan carefully guided her upper body to the stool, again letting her chest rest there. Grasping the head of the zipper on her dress, he pulled it toward him, allowing the garment to open, exposing the pale skin of her back. He could see she wore no bra. The fingers of his left hand traced along the warm skin over her spine. Reaching her hair, he tugged, and leaned forward, putting his lips to her ear.

"It's my turn," Bryan seethed, determined not to let her recover. "And, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty little face."

"No," she objected. "Don't you dare."

Tightening his grip, he twisted, increasing the tension on her hair. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and she slipped off the stool trying to escape.

"You don't get a choice, whore," he mocked as she sank to the floor. "Stick out your tongue."

The dress slid down her arms, then fell to her waist, allowing him to see her perfect, A-cup breasts. He slapped her left nipple, hard, and she cried out in pain. Holding her securely, he guided his cock to her mouth, rubbing the tip over her tongue.

"Lick it," he ordered.

She lapped at the slit, tasting his pre-cum, and he shuddered.

"Open up," he said, pushing his hips forward.

Suzy's lips parted as he slid into her hot, wet mouth, the head proceeding deep into her throat. She gagged, and he pulled back. Her hands rose to his waist, as if to push him away.

"Take your fucking hands off me," he bellowed.

She looked up at him from her knees, as her hands fell to her lap.

"Again," he said.

Suzy shook her head. He frowned and pulled her hair once more. Her mouth opened, and he filled it with his cock. This time, she relaxed her throat, letting him advance until his balls touched her chin. His eyes closed, and he groaned as her gullet clutched at the head, trying to pull him deeper.

Early in their physical relationship, she'd confessed she loved giving him head. The truth was that after a few lessons, and frequent practice, she'd become - in a vulgar description he would never give voice - quite a little cocksucker. In fact, he knew - and had told her - she gave the best head he'd ever received.

He had only one complaint - one he admitted was minor in the grand scheme of things: she wouldn't swallow his cum. It seemed the old wives' tale about Jewish girls wasn't just an old wives' tale. After months of convincing, she'd occasionally let his cum spill out of her mouth onto his cock, then stroke him as he writhed in delightful agony - or let it dribble down her chin and onto her chest. Usually, however, after he came, she'd run off to the nearest sink or garbage can.

Again, Suzy's hands moved upward - his mind clouded with desire, Bryan didn't object to her touch this time - her right wrapping around his shaft and stroking hard while she sucked; the left groping his ass, pulling him toward her. He felt the familiar ache in his balls, and knew he couldn't last much longer.

"I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face," he grunted.

His legs quivered, and his knees threatened to buckle.

"Mmmm, hmmm," she moaned - the vibrations rolled through his entire body, pushing him over the edge into the oblivion of the little death.

He tried to pull his cock from her mouth - to do exactly what he'd told her he would - but she moved with him, somehow keeping her lips wrapped around the throbbing cock as he shot his cum against the back of her throat. She'd waited for this, had wanted it for so long, but had denied herself. This night, for the first time - and, she thought, for what might well be the only time in her life - as a man came in her mouth, she swallowed. She let each stream of the hot, salty liquid slide down her throat. Using both hands, she stroked his cock while her mouth nursed at the head.

"Suzzzz," he panted, fighting to remain on his feet as his body convulsed.

Bryan's right hand searched for the stool; seeking any support. His left hand clamped on the top of her head, and he pumped himself into her. Her tongue danced over his flesh as her small, soft hands milked him for every drop he could give her.

His balls empty, she let him slip from her mouth, and released her grasp. He staggered backward - his sweatpants around his ankles - until his shoulder blades contacted the wall. Kicking off the pants, he slid downward until his ass hit the floor. Still on her knees, Suzy pulled the dress up over her head, and then tossed it onto the stool.

Naked now - except for her boots and thigh highs - she lay down on her back and stared at Bryan. His eyes traveled over her as his breathing slowed. The light make-up she'd applied before leaving home that night had been destroyed by a combination of sweat and tears. Her mascara had run to her cheekbones. Despite this, he thought her beautiful.

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" he asked.

"What?" she asked, trying to pretend she hadn't heard his question.

"That 'call me a whore' stuff," he said. "It was like you were possessed."

"Just something new," she said, dismissively.

"Bullshit," he retorted.

"A woman can't be sexually aggressive?" she asked.

"Of course," he shot back, "but you've never acted like that before."

"Do you want the same thing every time?" she responded.

"Hey, variety is the spice of life," he allowed.

"You took to it pretty quickly," she observed.

"You really pissed me off," he said. "You're lucky I didn't hurt you."

"My ass is still sore," she admitted.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Come here, I'll rub it for you."

She remained silent. A minute later, a thought bubbled up in his exhausted brain.




For Old Time's Sake



"Did you spit out the cum?" he asked.

"No," she muttered.

She rolled onto her stomach, rose to her hands and knees, and crawled over to sit next to him. He didn't understand at first.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "You didn't spit it?"

"I didn't," she said, quietly.

Before he could speak again, she turned her head, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. It took him a moment to comprehend.

"You swallowed it?" he asked, needlessly.

"Every drop," she assured him.

"Don't you go to hell for that, or something?" he joked.

"You really are an idiot," she said, looking away.

"Well, I don't want to be blamed for your eternal damnation," he said.

"You are," she whispered.

"What?" he asked.

She turned back to gaze into his eyes.

"Can we go to bed?" she asked, avoiding his question.

"Yes," he said.

"I don't think I can walk," she told him.

"And, I suppose you want me to carry you," he said.

She nodded.

"Where are my panties?" she asked as he, with great effort, stood up.

"Over there, somewhere," he said, jerking his thumb toward the darkness. "But, they won't do you any good now."

"I can't believe you tore them," she said. "They were my favorite pair."

"Mine too," he admitted, pulling her to her feet.

"I don't think you'd fit in them," she observed.

"I don't know," he said, smirking, "I seem to have gotten into your panties quite a lot."

"You're such a dick," she blurted.

Bryan grabbed her, leaned slightly, lifted her, and put her over his shoulder. She gasped at the jolt as her body landed on his.

"What the fuck..." she yelled.

"You said you couldn't walk," he said.

"Neanderthal," she said.

He smacked her bottom, and she cried out.

"Oh," he said, "don't want to be treated like a whore now?"

"Son of a bitch," she growled. "I swear I'm gonna beat your ass."

As Suzy continued cursing him, and all his relatives, Bryan slapped her again. He reached out to shut off the lights, and then made his way toward the bed. She squirmed and he nearly dropped her.

"Keep still," he ordered, striking her once more.

Marching across the loft, he tossed her on his king sized bed. She nearly bounced off the other side, but caught herself.

"Asshole," she screamed.

Grabbing her ankles, Bryan hauled her back toward him. Suzy lay sideways on the bed, her feet in the air, legs resting against his chest and stomach. She tried to twist away, but he held her firmly.

"Stop," he commanded.

She ceased her movement. Bryan looked down, admiring her in the faint, ambient light coming through the windows. His fingers groped for her boots. Finding the zippers, he removed each, letting them drop to the floor. He pushed her legs apart, then pulled off his t-shirt, as Suzy lifted her head to gaze at him.

"Being rough with me turns you on, doesn't it?" she asked, noticing his stiffening cock.

"Yes," he said, simply.

He wanted to fuck her; driving himself inside her without delay. Instead, his fingers drifted down her legs, caressing her flesh, until reaching the tops of the stockings. One by one, he slid them off. Her breathing increased in anticipation of his next move.

Bryan crawled on the bed, slipped his arms under her; lifting, turning, and dragging her until her head rested on a pillow. As Suzy tried to re-orient herself amongst the sheets and blanket, he reached into the nightstand, and retrieved a golden-foil packet. Rising to his knees, he tore it open, and extracted the condom within.

"Hurry up," she ordered.

"Greedy girl," he whispered.

He slapped her left nipple, and she moaned at the mix of pleasure and pain. Watching her face, he rolled the latex over his shaft. The task completed, he again captured her ankles, and spread her legs.

"Keep them open," he said.

Suzy nodded, and he pressed the head of his cock against her clit. Her body jerked and she gasped at the sensation.

"Give it to me," she sighed. "Please."

His first thought was to deny her; make her beg. But, in truth, he needed to be inside her as much as she needed him there. Leaning over, balancing himself on his left hand as his right guided his cock to her wetness, he entered her, penetrating three inches before he stopped.

"Don't tease me," she warned.

He smiled, and shook his head in a wide, exaggerated arc as his hips slipped backward until only the head of his cock remained.

"Noooo," she whined in protest.

She strained against his weight on top of her, wiggling, trying to take more of him.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered.

"I want you to fuck me," she growled, clawing at his shoulders with her nails.

He advanced, going two inches deeper this time. Her body stiffened and her head sank back into the pillow. She tried to wrap her legs around him, to pull him into her. Despite her efforts, he retreated once more, and hesitated.

"Bryan..." she groaned.

Before she could continue, he stabbed himself into her, his balls banging against her asshole, and Suzy cried out. Now, he didn't delay. He began to piston in and out of her, steadily increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. Her hips rocked back and forth with him, and he placed a hand on either side of her head to brace himself. Suzy fought for breath as he relentlessly drove her toward another orgasm. Their carnal skirmish last several minutes, and Bryan enjoyed the wonderful noises she emitted each time he plunged into her.

Suzy's body shuddered beneath him. Her pussy contracted around his cock, causing him to grunt loudly. Her hands fell away from his arms and she tore at the pillow as her chest arched into the air. Ceasing his advances, he lowered himself to her, pressing her into the sheets. She came, moaning, and bucking against him.

He stayed on top of her, watching her face; listening to her; taking in everything about her orgasm, and its aftermath. Kissing her shoulder, he then slowly trailed his tongue along her collar bone.

"Fuuuuck," she sighed, raking her fingers through his short, damp hair as she recovered.

Bryan shifted his hips, and she cried out.

"Don't move," she howled. "Please."

"Why not?" he baited.

"Just stay still," she ordered.

He laughed, and her nails once more dug into his skin.

"OK, OK," he relented. "I'm not moving."

They remained silent and - but for their breathing - motionless for more than a minute. He felt her cunt relax around him, and she kissed his neck.

"Turn over," she directed.

Gently, he slipped out of her, and then carefully rolled onto his back, pulling her along with him. She sat up, astride him.

"I want you to do something for me," she said.

"Anything," he assured her.

"Fuck me without the condom," she said.

His head lifted from the pillow.

"Suz," he said, "are you sure?"

"I'm on the pill," she told him.

"It's not about that," he said. "Well, it is, kind of. But, what the hell is going on?"

"I've never felt a man cum inside me," she revealed. "I mean, without a condom on."

"And, you want to start now?" he asked. "Two days before your wedding."

"I want you to be the first," she said.

He hesitated, trying to read her face.

"Please," she said.

Another moment passed before Bryan yielded. Suzy slid down his legs and settled just above his knees. Taking the shaft of his cock in her left hand, she stroked gently. Placing the thumb and forefinger of her right hand around the base, just under the bottom edge of the condom, she worked the latex upward, pulled it off, and tossed it to the floor.

Wrapping both hands around him, she jerked hard and fast, twisting her hands around the slick flesh, coaxing the cum out of him. Keeping her eyes on his, she leaned over and took the head of his cock in her mouth. It took only a minute for him to begin writhing under her touch. Her right hand dropped to his scrotum, and massaged his balls.

"Ohhhh, Suz," he groaned.

"Not yet, Bryan," she said, sternly.

Maneuvering to straddle him once more, she guided the tip of his cock to her wet lips. Lowering herself gradually, she enveloped him, and stayed there, enjoying the feeling of him filling her.

"Are you OK?" he asked, quietly.

She didn't answer right away, but examined his face. He opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could say anything she rocked her hips back and forth, and from side to side, grinding herself against him. Every move she made changed the placement of his cock inside her, causing her to whimper.

"I love it when you do that, Baby," he whispered.

He reached up to cup her breasts as she started moving up and down on him. She grabbed his right hand, and pulled it to her neck.

"Do it," she commanded.

His hand tightened around her throat, letting her feel the pressure.

"Don't fucking tease me," she said loudly.

Bryan squeezed harder, and she struggled to ride him. He could hear her gasping for breath; see her beautiful chest heaving as she tried to take in air, and feel her rapacious cunt sliding along his shaft, relentlessly pushing him toward orgasm.

"Come on, Baby, cum for me," she croaked, barely able to speak.

He grunted as she slammed herself onto him.

"Come on, give it to me," she demanded, over and over.

Bryan's balls ached; he was too close to stop now.

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

His entire body stiffened as he went over the edge. He convulsed, and his hips rose - lifting Suzy into the air - as he came. Releasing her throat, his hands fell to her hips, trying to steady her. Suzy felt the hot streams of his semen flood her. For the first time a man came inside her without a condom, and the sensation triggered another climax. It overwhelmed her. She cried out his name, and he tried to respond, but found himself unable to form coherent words.

Suzy collapsed, pressing her breasts against him, and mashing her mouth to his. They kissed even as they fought for breath. Bryan wrapped his arms around her, and crushed her body to his. They quaked for several minutes, until the last aftershocks of their orgasms faded.

Turning her head, Suzy lowered her cheek to his left shoulder, and stared into the dark. They remained quiet, each listening to the other's heart pounding. His fingers explored her skin, lazily gliding up and down her spine several times. On their last trip, as he reached the small of her back, she shivered.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"Your touch is driving me crazy," she answered, lifting her head. "In a good way, I mean."

"Sorry," he chuckled, letting his hands fall to the bed. "I just love touching you."

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, sounding unsure.

"Of course," he answered. "As long as it's not about Algebra."

She didn't laugh.

"Do you think I should marry Sam?" she asked, just above a whisper.

"Getting cold feet?" he answered her question with one of his own.

"My family loves him," she said.

"Do you?" he asked.

"He's a good man," she offered.

"Well, he'd have to be in order to win your hand," Bryan said.

She looked at him.

"What does that mean," she asked.

"Suzy, you are a beautiful, ridiculously intelligent, imaginative, creative, funny, sexy, sensual woman," he said. "Any man would be lucky to have you. And, only someone truly worthy should."

"Where did that come from?" she asked.

"I've always thought that," he said. "You're as close to perfect as any woman I've ever known."

"Then why didn't we ever become more than this?" she asked.

"More than what?" he questioned, though he knew what she meant.

"Lovers," she said, hesitantly.

"Is that what we are?" he needled.

"Forget it," she hissed, slipped off him, and began to roll away.

He grabbed her, and dragged her back to him.

"Why didn't we become more than friends with benefits?" he asked, rhetorically. "Because, I thought your family would disown you if you brought home a Gentile - and an Atheist at that. I mean...assuming you'd have wanted things to go that far."

"My family..." she said.

"I know they're important to you," he said.

"So, except for my family," she said.

"No, I don't mean that," he said, quickly. "I have no problem with your family, or your religion. I just didn't think they'd ever accept me. And, I'd never ask you to leave them for me."

"I see," she whispered.

She lowered her head to his shoulder once more. Minutes passed, and he dozed off.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said, rousing him.

"OK," he said, drowsily. "There are towels in the closet."

She crawled over him, and stepped off the bed. He heard her rustling around for a few moments, then the bathroom door closed. Again, he drifted toward unconsciousness, awakening partially when Suzy returned to the side of the bed.

"I'm leaving, Bryan," she said, softly.

"Mmmm, hmmm," he mumbled in the delirium of semi-sleep.

"I love you," she whispered, bending to put her lips close to his ear. "And, I'd rather spend the rest of my life as your whore, than have to go on pretending to be a good little girl for everyone else."

Receiving the same answer as to her first statement, she straightened, and carefully made her way to the door. Opening it, she stopped, silhouetted in the stairway light. Turning back toward him, she called out.

"If you asked me to stay," she said. "I would."

Drawing no response, she closed the door behind her and walked down the stairs. A lone thought lit up in the growing blackness of Bryan's mind - a voice urging him to wake up. His eyes snapped open. Swinging his head around several times, he searched for Suzy. Jumping from the bed, he stumbled to the door, not even pausing to pull on clothing.

How long had she been gone? he wondered - trying to calculate in his head. Seconds? Minutes? An hour? What time is it? How long was he asleep? He couldn't see the clock from the door. Racing into the stairwell, he leaned over the railing; looking; listening.

"Stay," he called out.

Nothing. He thought perhaps his brain was playing tricks on him, making him think he'd heard something he desired to hear, but knew would - could - never be said.

"Please stay," he repeated, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desperation.

Only silence greeted him, and he was about to retreat from the void below, when Suzy stepped into view. She was on the first floor landing.

"What?" she asked, her voice echoing up the shaft.

"Did you say you'd stay...with me?" he returned.

She nodded.

"What do you want?" she asked.

He hesitated for a moment.

"You, Suzy. I want you," he stammered, finally. "I just didn't think you'd..."

"Shut up and come get me," she said.

Still naked, Bryan bounded down the stairs.



For Old Time's Sake



Shawn wrapped his arms around her, and cupped her breasts in his hands, as he did he kissed and nuzzled her neck. Then he dropped a hand down between her legs. As his fingers felt the soft hairs, and traced the crack of her womanhood, he felt a moistness filling his hand as she responded to his touch. She felt his cock pushing at the small of her back even through his jeans. She suddenly turned around and began tugging at his clothes. Frantically she pulled his clothes off and flung them anywhere. Then grabbing Shawn by the hand she lay down & pulled him down on top of her.

As she "Wait a minute, I've got to find my pants – that's where I put my condom." "That's not necessary, I've been on the pill for the last 6 months, so I can't get pregnant." Shawn lay back down on top of her and nervously tried to slip his cock inside of her. Finally Leslie grabbed him & guided him into her, as she said don't worry this will get easier with practice, I'm sure."

As he entered her Leslie cried out in pain, as she was stretched in ways she had never been before. Shawn pushed in insistently & when he hit the barrier of her maidenhood, he stopped & with drew a little as he saw tears in her eyes. "Are you ok?" "Yes go on, it just hurts a little, I'm ready, go ahead." Shawn pushed in again, with drew and then with a final push broke through and sank all the way into her. Leslie wrapped her arms around him, & held him down. "Wait a minute let me get used to the feeling."


For his part, Shawn was enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in her warm moist depths; it felt almost like being caressed with a velvet glove mixed with soaping himself up in the shower. When her grip loosened Shawn, started slowly pumping in & out, enjoying the tightness of her that seemed to be milking him, the way he milked the cows.

As Leslie loosened up, she began to enjoy the feeling of having Shawn in herm, she felt so full so wonderful with him inside of her, she loved having him deep inside her, and felt an emptiness as he almost pulled out, so she started to begin thrusting up at him trying to keep him inside of her where, she could feel full and satisfied. Soon they began to fall into a natural rhythm of love, until the moment when he cried out & ejaculated deep inside her. She felt the warm spurts of his cum shooting inside of her then the sad feeling of him, pulling out as he relaxed and rolled off of her. Shawn kissed her and said "I'm sorry I only lasted a few minutes, I'm sure I'll improve with practice."

"I know you will – I brought enough for dinner too!"