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Meant To Be

By: Blurp



Author's Notes: This is a story I have tinkered with for a long time, and even partially finished once. I decided to scrap it though as I did not feel I had the talent to write it properly. I've once again decided to take a stab at it since I've been writing more and more lately and the feedback I have gotten thus far has been extremely positive. There is no real basis for this story, and it's not based on any actual people or experiences I have lived through. I just thought the story would lend itself to good writing, so once I got the idea I expanded upon it until I was able to flesh it out into a full short story (oxymoron?). If you'd like to provide feedback for this story you may do so, just send an e-mail to the address provided above.

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Alex stood looking out of the large window overlooking the Dulles International Airport. He knew he'd be due at the other end of the airport soon to pick up his rental car, but he just found so much fascination in watching all the different people doing their jobs. He found it funny that the men and women who used their florescent sticks to signal airplane ground traffic did so with much less enthusiasm than they did in the movies.

He turned and made his way down the airport, towards the rental car booth. He had requested a Mustang, black, and was told they had one but would have to have it brought from their other nearby location. It wasn't a busy day at the airport, so the walk went by fast. Usually, and especially on the weekends, you'd have to fight your way through the airport crowds to get to where you were going. It was hardly possible to go from one hallway to the next without bumping into at least half a dozen people. Being that it was a Wednesday and so early in the morning, however, there was barely anyone around.

When he arrived at the rental car booth a lady at the front desk greeted him. He stepped up and said a polite hello to her, but instead of a warm reply the lady simply said, "If you're here to pick up a rental you'll need to fill out this form here."

"Oh, actually I have already filled out the forms and am here to pick up my car," Alex replied.

"Ok then sir, last name?" she said.

"Stanton, spelled just like it sounds. Like the school, and please don't call me sir, I'm not that old," he said, smiling. Even though the lady wasn't the most pleasant person he had met, he did have to admit she was attractive. She had light blonde hair that hung straight down, a little past her shoulders, and her bangs were been pinned back with little clips. He found that type of hairstyle to be very attractive. She had blue eyes and her lips glistened with a feminine pink glossy lipstick. From what he could see of her body from behind the counter she was slender, bordering on petite.

"Ok sir…sorry, someone will bring your car around in just a moment, please have a seat until then and I will let you know when its ready," she said, giving him a smile of her own. 

He went and sat down, setting his single bag of clothes next to him. It was the standard army issue duffle bag, and it held pretty much all of the clothes he owned. He had just gotten out of the army in fact, no more than a week ago. His thoughts drifted for a moment; to old friends of his, new ones he'd met in the service, and ones he'd lost touch with over the years. Anything, he thought, to stop thinking about her.

Alex sat, waiting, and eventually picked up a magazine sitting on the table next to him. He skimmed it for a few minutes but decided to put it down when he read the headline of one of the articles, "When the man of your dreams walks out of your life." Life had a sort of cruel sense of humor, he thought.

The lady at the front desk, Claire according to her name tag, walked over and let him know his car was out front and waiting, and handed him the keys. "Ok, I know this is obvious, but the job requires me to say it. You're going to want to keep these keys with you at all times, should you lose them you will need t contact either this or the office in D.C to attain a set of replacements. The cost of replacements will come out of your deposit; I believe the charge is $25. Should you get in an accident there are insurance cards in the glove box, and you will also need to contact the D.C. office, the number for which is also in the glove box. The information I just described is also contained in the paperwork in the glove box, and we encourage you to look it over as soon as you can. If you have any questions please give us a call here, otherwise enjoy your rental," she said in her best professional voice.

Alex nodded and added, "Thanks, have a good day," before stepping out into the morning sunlight and looking over the beautiful black Mustang convertible before him. Oh yeah, he thought, this is going to be an interesting week.

He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, waiting until he was a good three to four blocks away before flooring the gas pedal and laying smoke down the street. God, it felt great to drive a fast car again, he thought. He made his way down the street, and as he drove he turned his attention to the last letter he'd written her, and what he would say when he got to her house. His last memories of them together six years ago came back to him as he drove north up I-495.

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Alex had met Rachel in high school, no more than a week into his freshmen year. He played both football and basketball, and was pretty popular. He never considered himself a jock, though. Most guys would say that, but he never hung out with the jock crowd, hated the football rallies, and held a decent grade point average in school.

He introduced himself to her at a friend's party; she had arrived with a few of her girlfriends and was sitting alone at the couch. He simply walked up and said hello, then handed her a glass of punch. "Don't worry, I made sure we got the non alcoholic kind," he said with a smile. When she smiled back he knew he'd met his first love.

It was his smile that attracted her, and she smiled, too, unsure of what to say. All at once she found herself very nervous and flustered, but managed to squeak out, "What brings you here?" She realized how stupid it sounded right as the words exited her mouth.

"Well, it's a party, I like parties. Then there's the whole hanging out with friends thing, which I like to do as well," he teased. "I saw you come in with a couple of friends, what happened? I thought you girls stuck together, they just left you here on the couch?"

She found his question easy to answer, and as the color in her cheeks went from a bright red to a rosy pink he replied, "Well, Becky ran off to find her boyfriend, and I think Crystal went to talk to some of our other friends. I'm just not really into partying tonight so I told them I'd hang out here."

Alex didn't say anything after that for a while; he just sat there sipping his punch. Rachel didn't know it but he was also very nervous. He'd never really had a crush on a girl before, but he found her beauty very intimidating. She was much shorter than he was, about five-four, with long dark hair and brown eyes that caught what little light there was and sent back a sparkle. She was wearing a nice spaghetti strapped top that accentuated her well curved chest, with her red bra straps showing, and a tight fitting black skirt that went halfway down her thighs. Alex couldn't help but steal glances of her soft, tanned legs.

After a while they both began to lighten up and make small talk, Rachel told him about how she had tried out for the swim team, but didn't think she would make it. She loved to swim, but most of the girls trying out had done it in some sort of professional way for much longer. He told her not to worry and he was sure she'd do just fine.

They talked all night, and never left the couch. By the end of the night they had talked about just about everything they could think of. That was the start of their four-year relationship. After that night Alex called her almost every night, and the nights that he didn't call her she would call him. 

They dated all through to their senior year, their love blooming and maturing, and she had brought up making love many times. Every time she tried or asked he would shy away, until she began to feel as though he did not want her. He assured her he did, but that he just didn't feel ready for that yet. In truth he was very nervous, and he let that fear dictate what he would and would not do. The discussion and aversion of sex continued on, until Rachel decided she would help him to the next step on the night he asked her to a romantic dinner in celebration of their high school graduation.

He picked Rachel up in his fathers midnight black Mustang, "women love fast cars," his father had said to him before handing over the keys to his most prized possession.

They went out to a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant his father had told him about. He found the food to be good, but more so he enjoyed the reaction he got from Rachel. She seemed very happy to be out on a real "date". He asked her what she'd like to do after dinner since they had all night. She replied, "Well, my parents are out of town for my grandparents anniversary, we could go to my house and see what happens."

They went back to her house, and spent the longest time just kissing and touching. He kissed her lips softly, feeling the soft wet flesh of her lips against him. Occasionally their tongue would meet, and he would run his hand over her face or neck as they kissed. Their tongue danced together, intertwining, and every time she felt his touch she would let out a sigh of contentment.

His hands began to roam all over her body, starting with her neck and running down to her chest, slowly and sensually moving across her breasts softly, exciting her and making her nipples hard as his hand passed over them. His hands slid lower still, to her stomach, and she tensed up, feeling a bit ticklish, but didn't stop him. His tongue slid inside her mouth barely, teasing the tip of her tongue, and his hand slid underneath the waist of her dress and to her inner thigh. 

She moaned softly, and as she did she bit his tongue and his fingertips trailed up her inner thigh to the thin material of her panties. She became very aware of her arousal, feeling the wetness between her legs growing as his hand slowly ever so gently caressed her sex.

She began to thrust her hips gently, trying to get his hand on her sex, but he danced around it, until he finally pressed his fingertips against her in a more demanding fashion. She moaned loudly and slid her tongue deeper into his mouth kissing him with more passion. She grabbed the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth closer into hers as she kissed him deeply.

Her breathing got heavier, and as she kissed him hungrily he slipped a finger under her panties and felt her pussy. His touch felt like fire, and she thrust her hips instinctively. She had waited so long to have sex with him, and she felt it was certain she would now.

His fingers gently parted the folds of her inner lips, and she let out of a wanting cry as one of his fingertips found the entrance to her pussy. He held it there for a second; gently rubbing back and forth, then slid his finger inside her deeply and slowly. She moaned loudly again, and bit his lower lip. And she kissed and bi him her hand made its way between his legs, and she felt how hard and excited he was. She fumbled with his belt and zipper, but did not break their kiss.

She had to stop momentarily as he slid his finger out and found her clit, using her own wetness of lubricate it and massage it slowly. She lost all sense of thought, and sat there thrusting her hips, breathing hard. Eventually she opened her eyes and returned to fumbling with his pants, but a hard kiss and two of his fingers sliding deep inside her sent her into small convulsions as she had one of the best orgasms of her life on his fingers. 

When she regained her senses he was kissing her breasts, licking and sucking on them softly. At some point since her orgasm he had made his way down form her mouth, and she could feel a small wet trail from her mouth, down her neck, chest, and to her breasts where he had licked. The air hitting the wet trail made her feel relaxed, and his tongue on her body definitely did not hurt either.

As she laid there, his tongue on her body, and feeling him occasionally sucking on her firm, supple breasts, she felt him once again begin to massage her clit. This time he applied more pressure, and it sent her into a lustful frenzy. She screamed, and thrusted against his fingers. While massaging her clit harder and harder he bit down on one of her nipples hard. She let out a moan, and he held her nipple firmly between his teeth. 

With his free hand he yanked her dress up higher, exposing her spread legs to the cool air. With one fluent motion he pulled her panties far to the side and immediately let go of her nipple, licking quickly down her body. By now she was on fire, and as he neared her wet sex she heard herself say in a rough voice, "God yes, go down, eat my pussy Alex. God I need you to eat my pussy. Make me cum with your tongue."

He licked over her sparse expanse of dark pubic hair, and when he neared her clit he stopped and inhaled the smell of her wetness. She bucked her hips up, wanting to get his tongue on her pussy, but instead she found when she returned to her original position from thrusting two of his fingers slid easily inside her. She moaned again, and as his fingers buried deep inside her his mouth went down, covering her clit and licking it abruptly.

She let out yet another loud moan, letting him know he was doing all the right things. She felt another orgasm building, and said, "God Alex, I'm going to cum. Suck on my clit, harder please. I need it, I need it so bad!"

He ground his face against her, biting and sucking on her clit hard as his fingers slid inside her deep and fast. She began to shake, and as she came she let out a long, loud scream that lasted for several seconds. She screamed and his assault on her clit with his mouth and her pussy with his fingers didn't subside. He drew out her orgasm, and when it seemed like she could not possibly cum any harder he'd ram his fingers deep inside her and bite her clit, causing her screams to continue.

Her screams died down, and she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. Her vision was blurred and she couldn't hear very well. All her senses felt dulled, and she was very relaxed. When she was able to open her eyes and really see, she saw Alex between her legs, gently licking the folds of her skins, tugging on her outer lips softly as he playfully bit and sucked on them. When she saw this she immediately got excited again, and looked down to tell him, "Alex, fuck me now, I need to be fucked. Please, ram your cock inside me, make love to me all night."



Meant To Be



As we near the house Ashley asks me how long I'm planning to be in town.

"One week."

Pulling alongside the curb, she unzips her purse and pulls out a piece of paper. "If you are free anytime this week, call me."

I accept the paper as my heart pounds against my chest.

"I enjoyed dinner, thank you for inviting me tonight."

This time her hand rests on my forearm before sliding its way to my hand which is open and waiting.

"I'm glad you were able to join me. I'll see you soon."

She gently squeezes my hand before leaving the car. I smile as the door closes and she gives me a quick wink before turning to walk up to the front door. In my mind, I am already running through my plans searching for a time when I would be free to call Ashley and hoping I would be able to make the call before buckling under the pressure. Instead of driving straight to my mother's house for the night, I decide to go for a long drive replaying the evening's events through my mind especially the comment Ashley made which led to my near choking. I began fantasizing what I wish could have happened this evening, but figured probably never would. I did know not one second of the rest of my night would be spent not thinking about her.

The sun is finally able to awaken me much to my dismay. I had forgotten to close the blinds last night and the spare bedroom warms up quickly. I glance with one eye the time, 8:15 am. Not bad I think to myself. The house is quiet except for my breathing. My mother is at work and I have plans with Teri today. I reach for my cell on the nightstand and turn it on, my mind already replaying last night's dinner events. There is a voicemail. Could it be? I punch in my password anxiously.

"Hey Case."

It's Teri.

"My boss called me into work this morning, early this morning," she groans. "I should get off around noon then I'll call you. I can't wait to finally see you especially after last night. Ciao!"

Looks like I have spare time on my hands. Immediately considering calling Ashley, I decide she's probably busy during the day. I surrender the thought deciding to call her the first available evening. Lying in bed eyes on the ceiling, I'm specifically remembering the two occasions when her hand reached across the table for mine. The sparks as a result of our contact, there are no words to describe it. It was wonderful, plain and simple. The image of her returning from the ladies room to the table crosses my mind, the way her body moves as she walks, the way her walk is different yet subtle enough that I can't quite put my finger on what or how. These images cross through my mind on slow mo. As I picture her smile as she's returning from the restroom, that sexier smile she possesses as her body moves so confidently I "pause." Savoring her erotic, confident smile, a fantasy quickly forms in my mind to "explain" the difference between entering and leaving the restroom. She had worn a short skirt last night, how easy it could be for her to please herself quickly while in the restroom. The sexiness her body exudes as she approaches me, she's teasing me, flaunting it. My own hand begins a journey traveling one way to and then underneath my panties. My clit's already swollen, a trickle of juice leaks down my thigh while I trace circles around and then on top of my clit, increasing the pressure along the way. I imagine the treasure hidden underneath her skirt. Breathing harder as I rub my clit faster my other hand grasps the bed sheets. When, if ever, will I be able to uncover Ashley's treasure? To touch, kiss, and taste her precious pearl. The room is no longer silent as it fills with the sounds of my pleasure, my right leg no longer straight but bent at the knee. I exhale deeply as a stream of juice now rapidly leaks down my smooth inner thigh as my moans escape from deep inside. I rest a moment before heading into the bathroom for a warm shower.

10:00 am. Three stoplights remain between me and the mall. After my shower, I had decided to watch the movie I purchased for myself yesterday when it dawned on me, I had left the bag with my movies at the video store. A few minutes later, I enter at the end of the mall closest to the video store. As I walk to the store, I am scolding myself for thinking about a slice of cookie cake. The mall is empty except for store employees. I am two stores away from the movie store when the only other person in the mall catches my eye. They are walking on the opposite side, heading this way but still quite a distance away, but I know even from afar who it is. Talk about a coincidence! I'm one store away from my destination when Ashley notices me. I smile and wave and she immediately waves in return. Not sure whether or not I should wait for her, I enter the store and notice there is nobody behind the counter which is located in the front, but I hear movement coming from the back of the store. Just as I take a step in the direction of the noise, a hand gently touches my shoulder. My heart skips a beat.

"Hi Casey."

Her smile really is captivating. "Hi." My mind flashes back to this morning. I try my best to push these thoughts from my mind.

"Amazing our running into one another again, at the same place."

I chuckle nervously. I'm unable to think of a thing to say yet the harder I try to think of something, the less I have a clue, the more nervous I become. A vicious cycle to say the least!

"I still had stores left to hit before I ran out of time yesterday."

I nod simply because it is all I can do.

"May I help you?"

The assistant standing before us is different from the one yesterday.

"Browsing," I answer though his eyes are focused solely on Ashley.

"I'll be right over there if you have any questions," he replies, eyes still looking at Ashley, staring is actually the more appropriate term.

"Thank you."

I turn to Ashley whose eyes are focused straight ahead at nothing in particular, her bright smile replaced with a puzzled expression as if deep in thought.

"You okay?" I ask with a slight tilt of my head.

"Hmm? Oh yes, thank you." Her face brightens once again. "If you aren't in a hurry to be somewhere, would you like to walk with me?" she asks.

Now I'm the one beaming. "Certainly."

We browse the new releases and share feedback on the movies we have seen.

"The Brave One is really good," I explain. "The ending plays out differently than one anticipates."

"I do want to see it."

"It's a good thriller. All Jodie Foster films are good," I say lending my opinion.

We visit a couple of stores trying on clothes and critiquing the results. Honestly, I am admiring her casual outfit while we shop -- a pair of tight light-blue jeans with a red T-shirt. I'm dressed much the same. When Ashley opens the fitting room door I gasp exclaiming, "Beautiful." Her outfit is stunning, but my focus is not on the clothes she's wearing, but more on what the clothes are revealing to me. The swell of her hips and breasts as well as exposing the length of her neck, my lips trembling desperately seeking contact. My clit busy pulsing with desire makes it difficult to stand still before her.

"What do you think? She asks spinning once before my eyes.

"Absolutely gorgeous." I swallow hard trying to catch my breath. "Simply stunning."

Ashley walks up to me, our faces close, lips inches apart, I can feel her breath brush across my skin. My eyes automatically shut as she leans into me, my body freezes, waiting for the inevitable. Her soft lips kiss my cheek.

"Thank you Casey for your very kind review," she whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. She turns and walks back into the dressing room, stopping to look at me before closing the door, a devilish smile plays on her lips. She pointedly asks, "You were commenting on the clothes right?"

With a wink, the door closes behind her. My body relaxes with a loud sigh. Oh my I say to myself. Deciding to return when the clothes go on sale, Ashley and I leave the store, my panties moist with my arousal they are beginning to be downright uncomfortable. Outside of the store, off to the side, is a long hallway. The sign above reads, Mall Restrooms.

"I'll be right back," I tell her gesturing down the hall. I figure now is a good time to clean up a bit so my panties don't continue to grow more uncomfortable. I push open the door entering the bathroom soon realizing I am alone. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I think to myself it's obvious I look like a woman in heat. I take a step in the direction of the stalls when the door opens and Ashley walks in, a huge grin on her face, with a look of determination in her eyes.

"What are you..."

Cutting me off, Ashley grabs my hand, places her finger on my lips to silence me, pulls me to her and using her body pins my back against the door as her lips urgently seek mine. Her tongue hungrily slides in between my lips exploring my awaiting mouth. Her hands waste no time slipping under my shirt, pushing my bra up and out of the way as she begins caressing my heavy breasts. I moan into her mouth gently sucking on her tongue. My nipples now hard, she lightly pinches them before rubbing her palm flat against my aching buds. I force my lips from hers seeking her neck instead, needing to suck and nibble on the delicate flesh. My hands squeeze her ass through her jeans forcing her body closer, raising my right leg, bent at the knee for her to situate herself on, the crotch of her jeans rubbing on my pant leg as she humps against my upper thigh. My hands tightly holding on to her ass cheeks, I reluctantly leave her neck and forcefully kiss her, the passion all consuming, the fire inside my body at its peak, and when Ashley moans into my mouth, my pussy leaks every ounce of juice it can possibly produce. Ashley humps even more forcefully against my thigh. I feel her body tense as her head flings back, eyes closed. Her hands grab mine pinning them above my head. I kiss her neck throwing in a light nibble as her hands squeeze mine tightly with increasing urgency. I feel her body tremble as an indistinguishable sound escapes between her red hot lips. Panting, I lightly kiss her forehead before moving to her lips while waiting for her to calm down. I lower my leg and arms in order to wrap myself around her still trembling body.

After her body calms and her breathing returns to normal, she tilts her head up, THAT smile on her face. I can't help but wonder if this was somehow planned. Maybe that's why Ashley had that deep in thought expression at the video store. We kiss gently not like a few minutes ago, my fingers caressing her hair. My mind is swimming, my pussy tingling not urgently, but as if on alert, content while our breasts rub together through our shirts as we kiss. I'm a C cup and Ashley is perhaps a bit larger so there is plenty for our breasts to meet and greet. Soon Ashley lets out a long sigh into my mouth before reluctantly pulling away. I groan and open my eyes in time to see her wink.

"I need to clean up."

"So do I," I reply and Ashley chuckles.

"I sure hope so."

I'm cleaning myself the best I can in the stall next to Ashley when the bathroom door opens and someone walks in. I now realize how fortunate we were nobody tried to come in earlier. The third stall door closes with a loud bang. Ashley is already at the sink washing her hands. As I'm drying my hands, she brushes my lips with a kiss. The moments following are silent, not uncomfortable in any way, but knowing at this moment there is nothing that needs to be said. When we return to the growing mass of shoppers, I glance at the time on my cell hating to do so, afraid of what time it would show. 

"You have to leave?" she asks with a smile, but it's obvious it's not genuine. 

"Afraid so."

I want to meet with Teri, that's a given, but at this moment I want to stay right here with Ashley. "Are you free tomorrow during the day?" I offer.

"No," she shakes her head. "What about tomorrow evening?"

I think for a moment, I have plans. "I'm sure I can switch some things around."

"My place?" she asks seductively, running a finger over my moist lips as her free hand takes mine.

My heart and body scream yes, but my mind suddenly pictures the ring on her finger. Should we really do this? I look at the ring deciding it's her decision so if she's okay with this and prepared to take responsibility, than so am I. "I'll be there."

We kiss one final time not caring who sees and separate though our hands remain together until inevitable forced apart by distance.

"Oh my god," Teri squeals with delight. "You didn't?"

"We didn't have sex," I quickly add.

We are in the living of Teri's apartment with a big bowl of popcorn, soda, and junk food sitting in front of the TV. She was really excited to receive season one of "Dexter," since she caught the last two episodes of the season and wanted to see the show from the beginning of the season. We decided to watch and eat junk food like we used to although I am trying my best to ignore the popcorn bowl in front of Teri.

"No sex? What exactly did you two do? Where?" She questions in a rush, her hand grabbing a bunch of popcorn. I feel fifteen or sixteen all over again. I share with Teri what happened in the bathroom, her eyes growing wider while I talk, her hand shoveling popcorn into her mouth with increasing speed.

"Wow," is all she can say when I finish. "When are you going to see her again?" she anxiously asks eyes still wide.

"Tomorrow evening," an intentional pause, "at her place."

"Wow." She grabs another huge handful of popcorn and shovels it into her mouth.

The next day there are a million questions running through my mind. What am I doing? Is there any way we could be a couple? Who is she married to? Is this person male or female? I had only ever seen Ashley with men throughout high school, but that really doesn't mean a thing. The most important question of course being, what happens after tonight? I sit in the car for a minute after pulling into the driveway. I check my reflection in the rearview mirror. My hair is worn up out of the way and I have on only light makeup. I'm wearing black dress slacks with a dark colored blouse and three inch heels. I count to three before exiting the car, I am so nervous! Once at the door, I don't get the chance to knock before it is opened. Standing before me dressed in drawstring sweatpants with a halter top is the most stunning woman. Her hair hangs straight. Maybe because I'm stunned at such a beautiful sight before me, or maybe because it was all Teri could say, but I hear myself whisper, "Wow."

Laughing she curtseys, her nipples growing hard underneath her top. "Would you like to come in?"

Realizing my eyes are lingering, I step inside muttering, "Thank you."

She walks into the kitchen ahead of me leaving me to follow behind drooling thanks to the way her low slung sweatpants are hugging her ass. I half expect the word "Bootylicious," or some other adjective to suddenly appear on the backside of her sweats. She places a margarita before me.

"I paid special attention to what you ordered for a drink at dinner."

I raise my glass and say, "Cheers."

The glass I'm holding begins to slip when I first notice it. Somehow, I manage to hold onto the glass. Ashley's finger is bare, she had removed her ring. My face must be revealing my shock because Ashley's expression is confused for a second before following my stare.

"Let me explain," she starts.

"No." I put my hand up. "It isn't necessary."

Her eyes focus intently on mine. She steps forward taking my hand in hers and kissing me so gently, so romantically, my legs begin to feel as though they are about to give away. Our lips releasing, I smile reassuringly when she looks up at me. I brush the few strands of hair away from her face. She seems so much happier at this moment. Suddenly her lips hungrily capture mine, both of my hands grabbing her face as our tongues tango.

"I want to tell you," she gasps between kisses.

Our lips are instantly back together again and I move forward, pushing her back against the wall. After a moment, I pull away from her and look into her bright blue eyes.

"So tell me gorgeous."

Ashley steps away from the wall in order to lean against the sink. I move to stand in front of the refrigerator.

"Back in New York, I lived with my grandma and worked little crap jobs. I was happy to finally be back, but everything seemed different you know?"

I nod in understanding. It still feels a little strange being home even after a few days.

"I wasn't sure what I really wanted. My parents weren't going to move back to New York and I didn't want to enroll in college because I had no idea what I wanted to study. I tried to track down my old friends from first grade but some I simply couldn't track down and others had left for college, some in other states. As the weeks went by, I grew more indecisive about everything and I really was becoming depressed."

Ashley pauses to look up at me so I nod offering support and wishing for her to continue.

"While at work one day over a month later, I met Mary. In short, she was exactly what I thought I needed. She was exciting, full of surprises, indecisive, and always looking for a good time. Most importantly, she has a gift, the ability to always see the good whether in people or in situations. She was a lot of fun to be around and there's always a group of friends around her."

Raising her left hand and lifting her eyebrow she says, "You can figure out the rest."

Laughing I whisper, "I didn't realize you were into women."

"Neither did I. Although I never threw the key to that door away, I never actively looked for it. I connected and then quickly fell in love with Mary."

"Is she in New York?"

Ashley slowly nods.

"Then why are you here instead of there?"

"Every relationship has problems some are just bigger than others. I needed a break so I came here to get away and think things over. Meredith told me she would be gone for a few weeks and invited me to stay here while she's away. You remember Meredith?"

"Yes," I answer giggling. Her and Ashley were the best of friends throughout high school. I had briefly entertained the idea of befriending Meredith in order to get close to Ashley, or at least learn just how straight she is. Turns out I should have given it a shot! I take Ashley by the hand. "Want to watch a movie? I give an excellent neck and back massage."

Her expression becomes serious as she looks into my eyes. 

"Casey I want you. I decided that at dinner."

I feel a tingle begin in a very precise spot, but my mind is questioning precisely what she means. Does she want to be with me for tonight only? What about after tonight?

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"No, no."

"Do you not want to do this?"

"Are you kidding me? All the years I've fantasized about us tog..." I cut myself off as soon as I realize what I'm revealing.

"Oh really?" Ashley questions raising an eyebrow. 

My eyes immediately fall to the floor under her penetrating stare and I feel the heat rise to my cheeks knowing I am blushing profusely. She closes the gap between our bodies and places her finger on my lips.

"Is that why you were always so quiet in school? And here I thought you were just shy."

Snapping my head up, our eyes locking, our lips only inches apart, I seize the moment wanting to show her how not shy I can be. Our lips together, tongues again dancing as one, my mind is a blissful blur, my heart finally whole in my chest. The kitchen fills with the sound of electricity crackling. Her hands on the back of my neck, I move us to the left of the sink so we are standing in front of clear counter space. I pat the top of her thigh and Ashley jumps up onto the granite. Lifting herself up using her arms, I pull her sweats down and off. I know thanks to the viewing earlier, she isn't wearing any panties. I want so much to step back for a second to enjoy what I just uncovered, but the need to continue feeling her soft lips against mine is too strong. My hands caress the tops of her thighs as a very wet puddle forms in the center of my thong. My fingers explore her inner thighs while her hands explore my breasts over my shirt. 




Meant To Be



"I want to see your gorgeous breasts."

I pull back practically tearing my shirt and ripping my bra off as her warm hands immediately cup my breasts. Her tongue snakes its way to my hard nipple as my fingers easily find her oozing center. Her clit is exposed and waiting. Her teeth playfully bite as I begin massaging her clit with my fingers.

"Inside, I want you inside."

My fingers not meeting a bit of resistance as I slide inside, I decide to insert a third finger, her moans filling the surrounding area while I stroke her inner walls. The sound of her pleasure vibrates through my nipple causing me to pick up my pace when I hear the sound of my slick nipple popping out of her mouth.

"That first night," she gasps, eyes closed with pleasure. "When I went to the ladies' room?"

My fingers slow before stopping altogether. I raise an eyebrow and ask barely audible, "Yes?"

"Because of you, I stepped away to finger myself."

This confession nearly does me in, a huge gush of juice squirts into my thong. With a wild look in my eyes I state, "I need you."

I quickly squat down before her my face inches from her dripping center, her hands coming to a rest on top of my head. My tongue begins assaulting her hard nub as my fingers stroke with increasing speed. The sound of her moans travel through my head, as my lips suck harder on her clit in response.

"Yes," she hisses, biting her lower lip.

In no time, my mouth fills with her sweet essence as her head falls back resting against a cabinet door, her chest rapidly rises and falls as she comes down from her peak. My tongue desperately tries to catch the excess juice trickling out as I clean her center. I watch as her clit sneaks back under its hood. While waiting for her breathing to return to normal, I stare at her with a smirk on my face.

"Yes," she questions her voice gruff, her expression relaxed almost sleepy. 

"That first night at dinner, you couldn't help yourself? I knew it!" I declare chuckling thinking back to my fantasy the morning after.

"What? You knew what?" She shakes her head laughing, not understanding.

"Never mind," I say thinking I'll share that morning with her some other time.

"What can I say?" she continues shaking her head. "I connect with you plain and simple." She scoots her bottom to the edge of the counter and I help her hop down. Once in each other's arms, inevitably a kiss or several follow. "I just wish I had known how long you were harboring intimate feelings for me."

Her hands cover my breasts and start gently massaging. I'm watching turned on by the fact her hand can't cup my entire breast, the excess flesh spilling out.

"Bedroom please," I moan.

Laughing Ashley leads me by the hand to the bedroom. "I get you first," she declares.

Standing next to the bed, kissing as we slowly finish undressing one another, the mood is different from earlier, the need still very much present just not quite as urgent. Once we both are in the nude still slowly kiss, our taut nipples rubbing, our hands explore each others warming bodies at our own pace. Even though I'm aware of her tongue approaching my ear, my knees still go weak as her tongue explores inside. My ears have always been a vulnerable spot, in the past shivers have run down my spine, but with Ashley my entire body trembles and I'm no longer able to support myself.

"Lie down," her hot breath tickles inside of my ear. 

She helps me lie flat on my stomach as her legs rest on either side of me. Her hot breath spreads down my spine before assaulting my ear from behind as her hands run down the sides of my body paying special attention to my ass while her hard nipples rub against my back. Before to long, my body is no longer able to stay flat on the mattress. Ashley climbs off my back and lies to my side as I roll onto my back and we passionately begin kissing while her fingers pinch my nipples before tracing circles around my belly button and slowly continuing lower. Our eyes are locked with one another when her fingers slide into my dripping pussy, but then my eyes snap shut as she expertly strokes steadily inside of me, her thumb keeping constant contact with my slippery clit. Her lips rotate between my moist lips and neck. My body begins losing control as she sucks on my neck. Sensing this she watches with great pride as I near the top of this titillating ride. Her fingers increase their speed sending me over the edge. My back arches before my body becomes stiff as a board as I ride my orgasm. Ashley quickly maneuvers until her face is directly in front of my sopping pussy. As I'm lying still, eyes closed, she gingerly licks around my clit, not sliding inside, but I can tell she is planning to do more than simple cleaning. Her tongue suddenly strokes directly on my clit causing my back to shoot off the bed.

"Ohhh!"

I nearly scream. I'm approaching my next orgasm within seconds. I grab a hold of her head pressing myself harder against her face. She begins making love to me with her tongue, stroking steadily as I near my peak for the second time. In an instant, her fingers are back deep inside of me, curled, her lips tightly closing around my clit while she sucks.

"Mmm," I moan loudly and once I orgasm that rapidly changes to a near cry as I buck off the bed, my toes curling as my entire body becomes engulfed in an even deeper bliss. 

We both lie in bed arms around each other, snuggling as our lips rarely leave one another the rest of the night. Needless to say, a couple more orgasms follow for each of us. After a few hours of sleep, sunlight inevitably rises to awaken us. My heart soars when I feel Ashley in my arms, to see her face inches from my own. A simple morning kiss is all it takes to cause a stirring down below. Somehow I just know now isn't the time. We spend time holding and lightly caressing each other. There are shadows dancing and moving about on the walls.

"Your flight is Wednesday?" 

I simply nod. Some more time passes in silence. "You should visit Los Angeles, you said yourself you haven't been."

Now she simply nods. We talk more about the area around where I live.

"It was a major change and a bit of a culture shock. I have never eaten so many different types of food. Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Vietnamese, and especially Korean. I love Kalbi." 

"I haven't tried Vietnamese."

"I had it only the once, but it was good."

More time passes in silence.

"I have a flight to New York Thursday afternoon."

I know I should say something, but I don't trust myself to speak.

"I booked the flight before we ever ran into each other."

My cell rings startling us both. I look at the caller id, it's my family. "I have to go, I have plans all day."

While I dress and Ashley throws on a robe, we are both silent, lost in thought.

"I have things I have to do the next few days, but I have Wednesday morning free, can I meet you at the airport while you wait?"

"Sure."

On a scratch piece of paper, I write down the name of the airline and the flight number. She walks me to the door and we kiss. As we separate and I'm just outside the door, I look deep into her eyes afraid this might be the final time. "With whatever you decide I wish you only happiness. You deserve it." I lean forward, kiss her one last time, turn and walk to the car fighting hard to keep the tears in my eyes from running down my cheeks. 

After leaving Ashley's Saturday, the next couple of days came and went spending time with my family, Teri joining us when not at work. Tuesday evening however is just Teri and I. We go to the bowling alley to shoot pool and bowl for old time's sake.

"I'm not sure," I say as I line up my shot.

"If nothing else, you'll always have the memories from this week."

I miss the eight ball. "I hate when it's down to the last ball, I always miss." This certainly is not the reason I missed, but I find it a convenient excuse. Teri has one solid left before the eight ball. She sinks the solid.

"I've got you now."

"We'll see." I run my hand like a fan in front of my face. The cigarette smoke is heavy here, I wouldn't be surprised if my eyes are red.

"Shoot."

Teri misses her shot. She grabs her beer and steps back.

"You're right," I say nodding. "I certainly didn't expect to run into let alone spend a night with Ashley." I carefully line up my shot, check, and settle in. "The important thing is she does what makes her happy. If that means going to New York, I wish her and Mary the best." My shot is carefully lined up so I call it, shoot, and sink my shot. I smile and raise an eyebrow.

"And the sex?" Teri curiously asks.

"Fucking unbelievable."

We both laugh and high five.

"Let's get out of this oxygen depriving tank of a backroom and go bowl a couple of games."

"Still remember the pointers from league games when we were kids?"

"Oh yes," Teri chuckles. "How could I forget?"

It's the next morning, Wednesday morning, and only a little over an hour remains before my flight so I check in my luggage. Sitting in front of my gate, I wonder if Ashley will indeed meet me to say goodbye. After a few minutes, a family of four sits down in the black plastic chairs next to me. My back is already beginning to ache. I hate waiting at airports, but really who the hell enjoys it? I decide to walk around for a little while to stretch my legs and back. Three and a half hours on the plane will do wonders for my already aching back I'm sure. I walk to where the monitors display all the flights. Flight 1508 MCI to LAX is on time. I walk slowly back to my gate entrance, many people have already gone through security and are seated in front of the terminal doors. The line for security is short, maybe ten people. I look at my watch and continue waiting outside of the gate.

With only twenty five minutes before my flight and the security line longer than before, I decide to go on in. Fortunately, security moves fast and I have a solid fifteen minutes remaining. I take a seat in the back so if Ashley does show up, I'll see her. Once everyone is on the plane and the beverage cart passes by, I listen to my mp3 player and eat my peanuts. I brought a book with me, but I leave it sitting on the pull down tray. I'm in no mood to learn about microtrends. I listen to Poison's "Every Rose Has It's Thorn," over and over again.

The following week back in Los Angeles is not a good one. To keep my mind from wandering to thoughts of Ashley, I work on my computer fourteen hours a day as well as check my stocks. I'm not doing great, but stable considering the condition of the economy. Are we heading into a recession, or already in one and how bad will this one be? I talk on the house line only when necessary otherwise I keep it as well as my cell turned off. I know I just need to let this feeling run its course, but I can't understand why the impact is as great as it is? So Ashley didn't come to the airport, did I really expect her to? Ashley probably called Mary, flew to New York, and they were able to work out their troubles. I fall asleep the seventh night back in California wondering if her and I really could have made it together in a relationship? There are never any guarantees. On the ninth day I talk to Teri about what was on my mind two nights earlier. Sometimes it's helpful to just talk while someone listens. Although to be honest, it could have been a bit more helpful. I turn both my cell and house line off.

It's the fifteenth day and I leave the house and drive to a couple of stores searching for something to help my back when sitting in front of the computer. Coming up empty, I drive to the grocery store nearby. I don't listen to the radio, just the sound of the ac blowing in the car. Another sunny eighty something degree day and a light breeze causing the palm trees to gently sway. I'm in and out of Ralph's having only picked up toilet paper, Kleenex, ground beef for burgers, lettuce, carrots, croutons for salads and some fruit. Gala apples, bananas, and pears were on sale. A few blocks from home, I stop at my favorite Cantonese place and order a whole duck to go thinking that should be good for three or four meals. After asking for extra duck sauce, I put on my sunglasses and drive home. I pull into the garage immediately closing the garage door, a good habit to get into when one lives alone so a stranger doesn't sneak in behind you.

I carry my groceries and duck upstairs into the kitchen and once everything is put away, I pick off the pieces of duck I want and warm it up in the microwave. I sit at the table and pick up my first bite when the doorbell rings. I'm certainly not expecting anyone. I put down my food and walk to the sink to rinse my fingers. The doorbell rings a second time. Perhaps it's my neighbor? As I leave the kitchen there is a third ring. I hurry down the seven steps to the front door as the doorbell rings a fourth time. I look out the peephole and suck in my breath in disbelief. Despite my mind being in shock, my body jumps into action unlocking the door and throwing it open in a hurry.

"Casey," she exhales and smiles wide, her eyes shining brighter than the blue sky.

My voice and mind seem to be out to lunch.

"May I?" she asks pointing inside.

"Huh?" I shake my head as if waking up from a coma. "Please come in," I say stepping aside, closing and locking the door behind her, my shock still slowly wearing off.

Sniffing the air she asks, "Something smells good, what is it?"

"Duck," I reply leading the way upstairs and into the kitchen.

"I've tried duck once."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes very much."

"Want a drink?" I ask as she sits at the table.

"No thank you."

I grab a plate from the cupboard, place the breast of the duck on the plate, warm it up in the microwave for twenty seconds and place it on the table in front of Ashley.

"I didn't ask for any," she states amused and laughing.

"I know. You told me you like duck, so I just fixed you a plate. You don't have to eat it now, save it for later."

She smiles. "Thank you, I'm just not used to being served. Do you mind if I help myself to a drink?"

"Of course not. There's diet coke and diet pepsi in the fridge."

Opening the fridge door, Ashley asks if I would like a soda.

"Diet pepsi please."

We both begin eating and I'm doing my best not to stare at her as I dunk my duck in the sauce. I can't believe she's sitting next to me in my kitchen! We begin with small talk, increasing gas prices, a troubled economy, which leads to the race for '08. We share our thoughts both negative and positive for each democratic candidate and I'm pleased to say we both voted for the same candidate in the primary. Let's just say I live in California, Ashley in New York, who won the big states? After we finish our food and are relaxing, sipping our sodas, I ask her the question on my mind.

"Ashley how did you know where I lived?"

I remember describing for her the area around my neighborhood, but never the exact address.

"Teri told me where I could find you."

I look at her with a puzzled expression. When did she talk to Teri?

"I'm sure you have voicemails on your cell from Teri. I left two."

I realize now shutting off both phones isn't the best solution to my situation, but sitting here face to face with Ashley, I feel downright stupid. "Do you want more duck?" I ask changing the subject.

"I called Mary as soon as you left Saturday morning. I don't know why, I just had this urge and when she answered I couldn't think of a thing to say."

Our eyes focus intently on one another as my hand reaches across the table needing to feel her skin against mine, her warmth. She continues talking while squeezing my hand. "We discussed our problems and she swore to me she would change, had changed in the short time I was gone because she missed me so much. After hanging up with her, I called to change my flight and caught an earlier one which is why I wasn't there to meet you. I was already in New York. I know I should have called you, but I couldn't, I didn't know what to say. Seems lately I never do." Her eyes look down at nothing in particular, her posture slouching a bit. "The first five days or so I could tell Mary was actively trying. We were sharing more and just communicating better in general. You see communication is the biggest obstacle in our relationship. In the beginning I loved how carefree and spirited she is. I enjoyed all the good times we shared, but now I need stability." She looks up at me once again, her expression questioning. "You know?"

I nod.

"We've been together for over three years and she's had five different jobs, we hang out with friends and go drinking often, too often if you ask me. I began thinking is this really what I want to do everyday? What about five years from now? Mary isn't interested in school and doesn't have any long term plans or really even dreams to speak of. I do want to go to college and get a degree. One day I would like to own my own business, I don't like having a boss to report to everyday who is always breathing down my neck."

"And you shared all of this with Mary?"

"Many times and she said she would be more serious about life. I mean her friends are with us all the time, we rarely have time alone and when we did, much of the time we didn't exactly chat if you catch my drift. I actually thought one of our talks hit home when she gave me the ring. She told me she loved me and wanted to be with me always."

"She loves you. Didn't things get better from then on?"

"Again for a little while. I actually began wondering why she gave me the ring, that's why I left New York, I needed time away to think about things, gain a fresh perspective. Then you and I run into each other at the mall and at first, I was happy running into someone I've known for so long, but then it became, well you know. We connected."

Her cheeks become rosier as she says connected.

"Obviously," I smile happy to see her blushing and smiling again.

"After we spent that night together I was faced with even more questions than before, so I called Mary, flew to New York and decided to try one last time to make that relationship work." She shakes her head slowly, her eyes fixed on the table top. "Everything was going okay at first, but I couldn't get you out of my mind." Her eyes now look at me. I run my finger along the side of her hand. "We started arguing again about the same things and I finally asked her why she gave me the ring and her answer to me was because she knew I was good for her and she wanted to hold onto me."

"I can't blame her for wanting to hold onto you."

Tears begin falling down her cheeks as her other hand grabs mine as well.

"I told her about you and what happened between us."

My own eyes begin to tear up while my mind races.

"She propositioned me, her or you, and after ending the relationship with Mary, I flew back to find Teri so I could get in touch with you. Can you believe I don't have your number? We slept together!" We both begin laughing hard. "I even went to our high school looking at old phone directories hoping to find Teri's parents number so they could tell me how to get in touch with her."

My stomach now hurts from laughter.

"I was about to give up when miraculously, I ran into Teri at Hyvee of all places. We chitchatted for a few minutes and then I told her about my situation figuring you already mentioned certain things to her."

My expression changes to that of a bird who at the canary.

"I called you and I know Teri did as well. Teri told me she couldn't get a hold of you so I asked her for your address and flew out here. I knocked and knocked thinking hell she's not answering doors now either so I walked to your neighbors and as I was leaving from there, I saw a car pull into your driveway and disappear into the garage. I ran like hell over here, but I was too late so I walked around front giving you time to get into the house, swallowed the few butterflies I had and rang the bell."




Meant to Be



CHAPTER 1 

By Spring of 1944, the US Eighth Air Force was ready. Ready to bring the full force of American power down upon the heads of Nazi Germany. Over 2000 bombers and fighters of all types were to be unleashed to their full fury. Over a half a million men would be sent into the skies over Occupied Europe.

1st Lt. Aaron Williams would be one of them.

Aaron was a 21 year old 1st Lieutenant and pilot of the B-17 'Tantalizing Take-off" and already he and his crew had 5 missions under their belt. He had wanted to fly ever since his father took him to see a barnstorming tour when he was 10. He worked extra chores to get enough money and stole away one Saturday to go up in one of those rickety flying machines. He was grounded by his parents for over a month but his love affair with flying started then. He read up on planes every chance he got and by the time he was 17, he had his license.

School and sports, like flying came easy to him. Captain of the Princeton ice hockey and a top student, Aaron's rugged good looks gave him no trouble with the ladies either. He stood just under six feet with blonde hair and blue eyes and there were very few weekends he spent alone. He left the college after three years, saying there was a war on and his education could wait. Aaron joined the Army Air Force with the belief he'd be a fighter pilot. He just knew it. There was just one hitch.

In a hockey game his freshman year, he was hit in the right eye with a puck. No bones were broken and he had a beautiful shiner from it. It didn't seem like much but the vision in that eye was damaged. It was still good but not good enough.

"Sorry, son," the flight officer said. "You are most probably the best flier here but you know the rules. Your eyesight must be perfect and yours isn't."

Aaron didn't answer him but his disappointment was etched on his face.

"I can give you a choice," the officer continued, "You can stay here as an instructor. God knows we could use you or I can send you over to 4 engine school, you know, bombers."

It took only seconds for Aaron to decide. "If it is all the same to you, sir, I enlisted to fight, not teach, sir."

"I thought you say that. Very well then, you start tomorrow. Good luck, son."

Aaron passed 4-engine school top in his class and soon he was on his way to England. When he arrived at airfield at Henley Heath, he met the other members of his crew. They were a cross section of America ranging from Sgt. Russ Rousseau, the top turret man and engineer from Suncook, NH to 2nd Lt. Gene Martini, the bombardier from Spokane, Washington. Ten men, all depending on each to do their jobs and return safely on every flight.

Aaron hustled down the sidewalk of Duckworth, the local village just south of the base. It was his first chance at leave in three weeks and now he had 24 hours to enjoy. God, how did he need it. The last eight days were pure hell with each day worse than the one before. Five missions in eight days, each one deeper into Germany. What he saw would be with him forever. How he survived baffled him.

On the fifth mission, they were jumped by what seemed to be hundreds of fighters. They were everywhere. The sky was filled with burning Forts, parachutes, bodies, and exploding fighters. All he could was fly straight and pray.

One bomber drifted over in front of his plane, not 10 yards off the nose. The one wing was fully engulfed in flames and the fire spread to the fuselage. Suddenly it exploded. The force threw it up and right back over the top of them. Aaron could feel the searing heat as it disappeared behind them. More disturbing was the sight of a man falling out of orange-colored ball of flame. As he fell through space without a parachute he reached up in a desperate attempt to grab onto anything.

The "Tantalizing Takeoff" was one of the 3 planes of the 18 that took off that morning from Hedley Heath and returned that evening. Seven others landed at various other bases scattered through England. Still eight planes failed to return, meaning the loss of eighty men. Some were the same men Aaron had trained with and he grew to know. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to erase the terrible memories.

Mrs. Victoria Scottsdale use to love this time of year. Spring meant color and warmth. The bright colors of the new flowers and fresh grass filled the scenery. The days were longer and brighter and filled with the songs of returning birds. It had made her feel alive. She stood in front of small flower shop, flower pot in hand, eyes closed, her face lifted to catch the last rays of the sun.

It wasn't always that way. Vicki was bright and full of life all year round. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders and shone in the light. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle all the time. She could light up a room with her mere present. Every man wanted her and every woman envied her but both found her warm and friendly, easy to talk to, easy to like. Her wedding to Robin Scottsdale was the event of the year, not only in Duckworth, but in London social circles too.

It was a whirlwind romance and fairy tale marriage. Robin was an officer in the RAF and this took him around the world because of the level of respect he commanded. He was targeted for high places so he got to be stationed everywhere. Vicki was the perfect wife, not only in looks but she seemed to naturally understand the politics involved. Robin in his uniform and Vicki in her evening gown were welcomed at all the right places. To Vicki, every day was spring and for 4 years it was so.

Then came that day in May 1940 when that world ended for her. Robin was shot down leading his flight over the fields of France. At first there was hope that he had bailed out and was a prisoner but that faded quickly. By the end of June, it was believed he was dead and he wasn't coming back. Vicki returned to Duckworth to live with her mother and run the flower shop there. Her blue eyes lost their sparkle and she wore her hair pulled back. She dressed plain and simple, like the rest of the women of Duckworth and she didn't light up a room because there wasn't a reason too.

Aaron never saw her standing there. The two of them collided violently. Only his quick reflexes kept them upright as he grabbed Vicki before she fell. The flowerpot she was holding fell to the sidewalk and shattered.

"Are you okay?" Aaron asked. "I'm so sorry."

"Yes, yes I think so," she said as she knelt to gather up the flower and the broken pottery. "Look what you done."

Aaron bent down to help. "I 'm so sorry. Was it expensive? I'll pay for it."

Vicki glanced over. From his accent and uniform, she knew he was an American. "You Yanks! Always in a hurry," she said. "And always ready to pay for everything!" There was an edge to her voice.

"Hey! I didn't mean anything by it." He put his hands on her shoulders, turning her to look at him. "I said I was sorry and I meant it. Let me help." He picked up most of the pieces and placed them on an old tray, "There."

Vicki smiled at him. "I'm sorry I was so cross but you did surprise me."

"That's alright. As long as I didn't hurt you." Aaron smiled too. "Look, I have to go." With that he headed off.

Vicki went back into the store to get a broom. As she did, she thought to herself, "What a nice young man. He had a very nice smile." She shook her head. She hadn't thought that about any man in such a very long time. 

Aaron strode into the pub. It was crowded with officers from the base and a few locals. The locals gave him a look over as he walked past. He could feel it. They liked what the Americans were doing over here and very grateful but still they didn't have to accept it. Oversexed, over paid, and over here, he had heard that before. And tonight he was all three.

"It's about time, Williams," Bill Archer yelled to him. Lt. Archer was the co-pilot of the "Tantalizing Takeoff" and Aaron's best friend. "I thought I might have these two for myself."

Seated with him were two girls, both about twenty, one brunette, one auburn haired.

"Ladies, may I introduce to you the best pilot in the 395th Bomb Group, Lt. Aaron Williams. Lieutenant, this one is Charlotte and this one, Bridget."

"Pleased to meet you." Aaron slid into the booth next to Bridget. 

Bridget, the redhead, wore a tight dress that clung to her ample figure. She could have stood to lose a few pounds but Aaron didn't mind. She wore just enough makeup to accent her face and eyes while her lipstick added just enough to moisten her lips. Archer had picked a good one tonight.

"I was just telling the ladies about how you managed to get us back to the base in one piece," Archer said. Turning to the girls, he added, "Over 150 holes in the plane and not one scratch on anyone. Takes a great pilot to fly one like that back."

Aaron shook his head. "Luck was more like it. But let's not talk about that. What are we drinking to?"

Archer said loudly, "To amour, amour doux!" Everyone laughed. 

The conversation and drinks flowed easily at the table. Aaron was surprised how well he got along with Bridget. She was from Duckworth but had moved away when she was a teenager. She returned when she got a job as a teacher in a nearby village. She was easy to look at and when she laughed, her eyes lit up. As they continued to talk, he found out that she had real interest in English literature. So while Archer and Charlotte played a little slap and tickle under the table, Aaron and Bridget talked.

The evening was going well when Bridget leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Let's leave here. Can we go for a walk?"

"Bill, Bridget and I are going for a walk. Pleased to meet you, Charlotte."

"So soon?" Archer slurred his words, and then he gave an exaggerated wink. "Don't do anything I wouldn't."

Aaron and Bridget walked along the moonlit street with his arm around her. The war seemed far away as they talked. Their conversation flowed easily. He had put today into a back corner of his mind. He could feel her softness beneath her dress. He wanted more.

The streets of Duckworth seemed deserted and quiet. The only person they met was a lady walking her dog.

"Hello, Mrs. Scottsdale," Bridget greeted the dog walker.

"Good evening, Bridget," Vicki replied, "Lieutenant." She continued on.

"Do you know her?" Bridget asked.

"Let's just say I ran into her once," he laughed.

As they reached Bridget's flat, Aaron hesitated but her look said it all. She reached for his hand and he took it. She led him inside and to the small kitchen. "Would you like a drink? Coffee?"

"Yes, coffee would be fine," he answered. 

As she prepared the water he looked around the flat. It was small but nicely kept. It seemed to consist of 3 rooms plus a bath. He took off his coat and loosened his tie. He suddenly wanted something stronger.

Bridget handed him the cup. As she did, their eyes met. She lowered her head. "Aaron, I don't usually do this but ...I understand if you don't want to."

He stepped forward and kissed her. It was deep, passionate kiss. Their hands moved freely across each other's back. Bridget broke the kiss and moved back. "Give me a minute." She walked to the bedroom.

Bridget removed her dress and began to undo her bra. She nervously fumbled at the clasp. She had done this before, well, at least twice. Why did this one feel different? Was it because they actually talked about something that interested her? That Aaron actually listened to her and made her feel she was important? Suddenly she felt that this might be something special. But right now she wanted him to fill her need, a need not to be alone. Now naked, she crawled beneath the bedcovers. "Aaron?" she called.

He opened the door and stood in the doorway. He had already removed his shirt in anticipation.

She raised the blanket and invited him to her.

Aaron removed the rest of his clothing and climbed in the bed. Bridget moved closer and he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her suppleness against him. The warmth of her body radiated from her. Aaron kissed her and he began to lose himself in her body. Their kisses grew more passionate, more urgent. He pushed her onto her back.

He positioned himself between her legs. Looking into her face, he saw a look of trust, one that stated she was allowing him to take her. It was a look he had very seldom seen in a woman's face. Slowly he entered her and she softly moaned. Aaron began to thrust into Bridget and she matched his motion. 

Bridget had never felt this way while making love. Her previous lovers had been clumsy and selfish, mere boys. They had left her wanting and unfulfilled. This was different. When she came, it was like no other she ever had. When she came a second time, she wanted this moment to never end. 

Aaron rolled on to his back completely spent. His body needing air, his mind a blank. Bridget moved, throwing her leg across his, her hand on his chest. Her skin felt good on his body. He pulled her closer and kissed her sweaty brow. Not a word was spoken between them.

He awoke around 4AM and for a moment, panicked. Just as quickly he realized where he was and relaxed. He could feel her body pressed against his and her warm breath on his neck. He began to react to the feeling. As he did, he thought that for the first time since he arrived in England, he could relax. That here, in this bed, with Bridget, he could block those awful memories. Yes, she could do that for him.

Aaron moved to face her. "Morning," he whispered.

Bridget didn't open her eyes but smiled as she snuggled closer.



Meant To Be



She walked from the bathroom to the bed dressed in a black garter, stockings and four inch pumps. With blue eyes, blonde shoulder length hair standing five foot six a hundred and fifteen pounds with 36 D breasts and nipples that pointed accusingly at you, she was the women of men's dreams. Slowly, suggestively she approached the bed till she was kneeling next to him. Leaning over she kissed him, a deep, wet, sensual, seductive kiss. 

Slowly she straddled him rubbing her wet pussy on him, bring his penis to life. Finally when erect she positioned it to enter her and rode him, playing with her nipples till she burst into an orgasm. Falling on top of him she continued to kiss him as before eventually sliding down his body till her mouth found his erection. Her mouth, tongue and hands worked his penis and balls taking him deep down her throat for the next twenty minutes before his backed arched and he exploded deep in her mouth. 

Recently it was the same every time they had sex. She a highly sexual woman whose interests ranged to all types of sexual delights could not get him satisfied by doing anything other than oral. Even then the work involved each time made it less and less satisfying.

Susan Woods now 38 years old divorced her husband of sixteen years three years ago. She was devastated when she found out he was having an affair. She discovered her initial devastation was only the tip of the iceberg. 

Susan was the ideal wife. She was as much a driving force in the success of the business as he. Ensuring all the back office work was performed correctly and efficiently, entertaining all the customers and their families, all the time allowing Tony to concentrate on the marketing and sales. Even with all the responsibility of the business she kept a beautiful home and raised their son Josh. Susan wanted a large family but Tony insisted he only wanted one child. As always Susan's goal was the happiness of her husband. Unconsciously, she was driven by her goal. 

She performed her wifely duties as well and anyone could image, even in the bedroom. This was not a chore for Susan as she loved all aspects of sex; some would consider her tastes kinky or a fetish. Although one would not know it by the way she conducted herself. It could almost be said that she had two personalities, one outside and someone else inside the bedroom. Even with her sexual drive and curiosity she began to realize there was some spark missing between her and Tony. 

How could she have known? Tony was a handsome rugged man. He impregnated her as soon as they were married. But, then things started to slowly fad, nothing so dramatic that she would immediately notice. He was always attentive to her needs. She was the aggressor in the bedroom, still he always went along with whatever she wanted to try or do. But there was something Susan did not possess that would have made the difference, a penis. 

The affair was one thing. An affair with another man was something that destroyed Susan. She had been betrayed, used as a beard. Her marriage was a sham and she was nothing more than a pawn. The divorce was swift, he wanted out and she wanted him out ever faster. The settlement left her secure for life. The betrayal left her crushed and distrusting of men. With the exception of the one male she clang to and loved dearly, Josh. 

Jose Wood was already on the shy side even though he inherited both his mother and fathers good looks. The divorce had put Jose Wood through a lot. He was fifteen at the times and even though it was a private family situation word spread. He had to live with his friends knowing that his father left for another man. Additionally, the house was sold as part of the divorce settlement and they move to another town. It helped that next to no one knew the reason for his family splitting up. Still he had to make new friends which given his shy nature was not easy. The real issue for him was what this had done to his mother. 

Jose was always close to his mother. He loved her dearly. Now she was a wreck. He knew she need him more the ever before. He did everything to help stop the pain, low self esteem, and general distrust she was experiencing. It was not easy, especially for a fifteen year old. But over the next three years he learned what worked and what didn't. 

Susan always encouraged Jose to date, but Jose sensed she didn't handle him leaving her well. Even though she knew it was wrong. It didn't matter much anyway as Jose's shyness gave him little chance for dating. Besides, his mother was the most beautiful women in the world. She loved him and he loved her. He never felt overly shy or awkward with her. Over the years he started to fantasize more and more about her. As with every young man Josh had a significant porn collection that fueled his fantasies. Eventually his mother was always the subject of them. He would never act on his fantasies for fear of her reaction. Losing her would be nothing less than devastating. 

Jose's two main interests were art and track. He excelled at both which helped him with making new friends. By senior year he had a number of scholarships for both athletics and scholastics to schools with fine art programs. All in all they settled into a close loving life.

It was Saturday morning and Jose got up a little later than usual. After getting ready for the day he went right to his work room to check on the lamp he was finishing for his mother. They had founded it at a yard sale. She loved it but it was in disrepair. Josh went back and bought it for her. He finished restoring it last night. He would surprise her by leaving it in her room. 

Jose was quite certain he was alone in the house. His mother worked out every morning either at the gym or yoga. When he arrived at his mother bedroom the door was closed. This was not unusual but he was taught to knock even if he knew no one else was home. 

Three light taps, 'Mom you in there?' Three more light taps, 'Mom?' The coast was clear. Jose entered excitedly to plant his mother's surprise. 

Fresh from the shower Susan stood in front of the mirror blow drying her hair and admiring her body. Her exercise regiments keeps her toned and fit. The regiment is a poor substitute for the lack of sex but it helped. Susan didn't know why she felt so lazy. She never sleeps this late on a weekend. No matter her yoga class would energize her, it always did. 

Finishing blow drying her hair she gives herself one last admiring look, while touching her nipples. They immediately become hard and erect. They have always been sensitive and any stimulation would turn her on immediately. She stops before the need to masturbate. Anyway there is no time she is already running behind and will be late for her class. Quickly she opens the bathroom door and enters her bedroom to get ready.

Worlds collide as Jose and his mother rush into the bedroom from both directions, Jose with the lamp in hand and Susan naked. It seemed like an eternity for both of them, even though it was only a matter of seconds before Susan covered up as best she could putting one hand between her legs and her other arm across her breast to cover her hard erect nipples. 

'Jose! My god what are you doing!? Why didn't you knock?'

Jose lowered his head to stare at the floor. 'Mom I did knock, twice. You didn't answer, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you...'

'Well you certainly succeeded.'

'No, no the lamp, I want to surprise you with...'

'OK, Jose you need to leave.'

'Right, I'm sorry.'

Jose fumbles trying to put the lamp down while not looking up. First on the floor, no it will fall over on the carpet. He moves quickly around the room looking as if he is examining the carpet. Susan getting over her initial shock is starting to find watching her son dilemma humorous. Finally, Jose puts it on her dresser. Looking up to set it down he sees the reflection of his mother's naked backside in the mirror. Her hand does not hide the small tuft of pubic hair between her legs just below her tight well rounded ass. Josh lowers his head not wanting to be caught. He exits the room swiftly. 

'I'm so sorry mom.' The door closes. 

Josh is sitting at the kitchen table try to put the image of his naked mother out of his mind. His erection start to subside as his mother enters. 

'Well Josh anything interesting happen this morning?' Susan said with a smile. 

'What?' 

'Look Josh, you did knock before coming into my room, correct?'

'Yeah, mom I swear, I knocked twice and called out to you.'

'The way I look at it is I was in the bathroom drying my hair when you were knocking. It was just one of those things that happen. It's like kismet.'

Jose had a confused look on his face. Susan realized he didn't know what she was trying to say. 

'Kismet Josh, it means fate. Some things happen that are beyond our control. But they are just meant to happen. This just happened and maybe we should just caulk it up to fate and move on. What do you think?'

'Yeah, sure, it was fate like a tree getting hit by lightening.'

'OK, I'm late and have to run. I'll see you later. Oh by the way. I love the lamp. You are the sweetest, most loving person I know.' 

As she leaves Susan bends over and tenderly kisses her son on the check at the same time knowingly or not giving him a close up look at her cleavage. 

Josh was having trouble concentrating on what his mother was saying as she stood in front of him in her yoga pants and top but he knew she understood what had happened. All he could visualize as she spoke was her naked, her large round breast and hard erect nipples, the curve of her waist to her hips and shapely legs, and the well trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair. He was grateful she left when she did and did not see the erection that grew back in his pants. 

Susan knew it would never be put totally behind them. Still she didn't want Josh to feel guilty or bad over what was really a set of events, fate. She was pulling away from the house when she realized in all the commotion she forgot her yoga mat. Pulling over she ran back to the house. As she past the kitchen window she noticed movement from the corner of her eye. Her eyes opened wide as she turned to look. There through the blinds was Josh facing her, eyes closed naked from the waist down. He was leaning against the counter stroking his cock. Susan stood frozen not able to turn away at the sight.

'Oh god, was it what happened that has gotten him so excited? It must be what else would cause him to masturbate the second I left the house. Is he masturbating thinking of me?'

She knows she should leave but can't. Even though she doesn't understand why, she wants to watch. She wants to watch someone turned on by her, someone that desires her, someone that loves her and not someone that is just using her, even if it is her own son. For the first time in three years her libido feels alive, and with that her self esteem and worth have a spark of rekindling. 

He has masturbated often thinking of her. But now with the image of his naked mother burned into his brain forever the fantasy is stronger than ever. His cock is seven inches and thicker than a can of Red Bull and fully engorged. He is ready to explode. 

Susan stares, her breathing has become heavy and her body is starting to react as she feels the tingling and wetness between her legs when her son erupts. With his cock pointing straight at her the first rope of cum shoots several feet in the air falling to the kitchen floor, followed by a second, third and fourth. Slowly his orgasm subsides till only a strand of cum hangs from the large head of his cock. 

Susan steps away from the window before Jose opens his eyes. She leaves as quickly as possible on shaking legs.

She is sitting in the car shaking from the sight of her son playing over and over in her mind. Her mind starts too unclouded as she slowly she calms down. She becomes more aware of herself and her surroundings. Her nipples are hard and her pussy is wet. She is sitting in her car two houses down form hers. She must get out of there before someone sees her and realizes what has happened. Starting the car she drives away. 

Susan has regained her composer enough to realize she is driving aimlessly. She also realizes the notion that one of her neighbor knowing what just happened because she was parked in the street was an insane thought, the thought of a panicked person. 

'My lord, what a morning this has been. First I'm naked in front of my son, and then I'm watching him masturbating and shoot cum at me. Why, why did I forget my yoga mat? I never forget my mat. Everything seemed to be crashing together.' Her conversation with Jose replays in her mind, 'Kismet Josh, it means fate. Some things happen that are beyond our control. But they are just meant to happen.' No that was just a rationalization to make him feel better, just a rationalization. Susan makes a quick left turn and head to her yoga class.

Susan arrived in the middle of the class. She also stayed for the second class. Susan hoped it would do her good to get her mind off this morning's events, it did not. 

When class was finished the yoga instructor Jill Clay ask Susan to stay for a minute. 

'Hi Jill, what's up?'

'Susan, are you OK?'

'Sure, why do you ask?'

'Well to be perfectly honest you are never late for class and you were off the entire time. That is not like you. At your level you could be one of the instructors. Today you were in a world far, far away. Are you sure everything is OK?'

'No, I guess everything is not OK. I've had a rough morning. It's Jose, he is, um have some female problems and I guess I got involved.'

'Oh, eighteen year old boys can be a handful. Is he alright?'

'Yes I think he is doing alright. We, I mean he just need to sort things out.'

'Well Susan the best advice I can give you is to just be there for him. I know you love him. Whenever he needs you make sure you're there for him. No matter what things all work their way out.' 

Susan's stunned look was lost on Jill. What was she saying? Did she know what was happening? No that is another insane thought, how could she. 'Are you saying that fate will intervene no matter what we do?'

'No, I don't believe fate is that powerful. But, I believe events in our lives help form our thoughts and feelings. Then we act accordingly. So fate does play a hand. Don't worry too much about it, just let it flow and I'm sure you both will be just fine.'

Susan pulls into the driveway dreading going into the house and seeing Jose. She convinced herself to just act as if nothing has happened, as both of them agreed too. She just hopes she could pull it off. 

'Josh, I'm home. Where are you?' The house is quite. Susan enters the kitchen to find a note on the table. 

'Hey Mom, I went for a run with the team. We're going back to John's for BBQ and hang by the pool. See you later tonight. Love, Josh.'

Susan lets out a sigh of relief. She can use some time alone to sort through her thoughts. She makes a cup of tea and heads to her room for a quick shower. She stops as she passes Josh's work room. It was no more than a spare bedroom converted for him to do his art work. She enters looking at all his completed and in progress projects. 'Gosh, his is so talented. He can capture beauty in the simplest object.' Looking around Susan notices electrical cord and brass polish. Immediately she remembers the lamp. He must has gone back and purchased it for me. She turns to leave as her heart skips a beat.

Susan is not thinking. Her actions are not thought out or calculated. She is moving through the house for the first time taking in all the rooms and their possessions. Recalling where they came from and what they meant. All of them somehow bound her and Josh. Suddenly, she is aware that she is in Josh's room sitting on his bed. 

She picks up his pillow and puts it to her face. Breathing deep her senses are filled with his smell. It calms her, setting her at ease. She is ready for her shower. Susan sees the sketch book as she returns the pillow. Innocently, she opens it up.

It's her! Page after page of her in all of her different outfits, yoga, gym, casual, dressy, sleepwear... In all of them he made her look beautiful almost glowing. 'Oh my, I'm his muse.' She continues to turn the pages to discover the final pages are of her naked as she was this morning, standing facing him in the bedroom, with her arms covering up. But, not just sketches of what he saw but, what he imaged. He drew her in various other poses, not graphic but erotic. 

'How, he only saw me for a few seconds. How could he capture me with such details? He's even drew the heart shaped birth mark by my navel. How could the image of me be so burnt in his memory? I'm his muse and his fantasy.' Susan returns the sketch book and goes to her room. 

Susan showers and put on a pair of panties. Laying her bed Susan is now trying to process everything that has happened. When she believes she has started to come to grips with the events of the day another piece is added. It is then she sees the lamp. Holding it in her hand Jill's words come to her, 'I know you love him. Whenever he needs you make sure you're there for him. No matter what things all work their way out.' 

'But, isn't it Josh who loves me. Everything around this house reminds me of him or him and I together. Whatever I need he is there for me, lovingly.' Susan puts down the lamp as the stress of the day's event over take her. Her eyes close and she drifts into a relaxing sleep. 

She starts to stir as the bed moves beside her and warmth touches the side of her body. There is a light gentle touch on her breast as her eyes open. It's Josh, naked, kissing her breast. He moves to her nipple and starts to suckle. Her nipples react immediately, hardening. She must stop him but she can't, she won't, she doesn't want it to stop. Her body is tingling. She grows wetter and wetter as her son move down her body kissing he's way past her waist. Slowly, he removes her panties. He looks up at her. 

'Is it OK mom?' 

Susan spreads her legs invitingly as she reached down to caress his face. She reassures him with a tear running down her cheek, gentle pulling his mouth between her legs, 'Josh I love you so much.'

With a start she wakes. Her panties are soaked, her nipples hard and her breathing is labored. Susan's subconscious has freed her of what she was suppressing. Her eyes swell with tears, tears of relief. Her hand moves to her aroused nipples as her other hand finds its way inside her panties. Her clitoris is swollen and hard. In her mind she replays the image of Josh masturbating. His cock is fully engorged, the head pointing straight at her. He hand is stroking feverishly. This time she is with him. She is standing facing him, naked for his pleasure, masturbating for her pleasure. She is about to explode. 

Loudly she declares, 'JOSH, JOSH, I love you so much!' 

Her orgasm is intense. She has one after another as she recalls each string of cum shooting from her son's cock, but this time hitting her crotch and thighs. Slowly she comes down from her sexual high. Tears are streaming down her face, her hand is soaked and for the first time in years she feels complete and at peace. She whispers as she slowly gets up to shower again, 'Josh I do love you.'

Susan rummages through her draws until she finds the bras buried at the bottom. She has not worn them in years. There was no need as no man could be trusted and all men were liars and cheaters, until now. Now there is a man that lives for her, comforts and cares for her. She will be there for him in turn. 'I am his muse and fantasy. I will inspire him and feed his fantasy.' 

Susan puts on the sheer bra that does nothing more then give a little support. Underneath the thin snuggly fitting tee shirt her breast and nipples are free for display. She wants to not wear panties but, decides on at least a thong as she is sure, when the time come she will wet through her bottoms. The bottoms are short bicycle pants, normally worn under shorts. Wearing shorts would not be what she wanted for Josh. Her hair and makeup are fixed.




Meant To Be



She is admiring herself as she looks in the mirror. Her breasts and nipples are straining the tee and there is a hint of camel toe. 'This should feed his fantasy and inspire some erotic drawings.' Susan goes through the house turning down the lights to create a warm atmosphere. To steady herself she pours a glass a wine. She is nervous and anxious hoping Josh will not be turned off by her blatant exhibition. She goes to the family room to watch TV as she waits for her son to come home. 

The head lights momentarily light up the room alerting Susan to her son's arrival. She turns the TV off and goes to refill her forth glass of wine. She is standing in the kitchen wine glass in hand as Josh walks in. He is taken aback at the first glimpse of his mother. The days distraction with his friends has help him get the mornings events out of his mind. Now his mother was standing in front of him looking...hot!

'Hi, Josh!' How was the rest of your day?' He was looking her up and down in awe. She didn't mind, in fact she was relieved and started getting turned on. 

'Yeah, good, we had a great practice. Then went back to John's to hang by the pool and eat. What have you been doing?' His mouth was getting dry and his voice was cracking. He'd never seen his mother in this outfit. His problem with it was trying to keep his penis from getting erect as she stood there calmly for him to view. 

'I took two yoga classes. I guess I was a little off today, they did me in. I spent the rest of the day relaxing. I'm glad your home. I was about to go to bed and I wanted to see you tonight.'

'Why what's up? Is everything OK?'

She walks towards her son, stopping ever so close. 'That's why I wanted to see you. I wanted to make sure everything is OK, after this morning. Are you still OK?'

'Yeah, I'm still OK mom. Like you said it was something that was meant to happen, fate. More importantly is that you're OK. I couldn't take it if you thought badly of me.'

'Oh, Josh I could never think badly of you and I never what you to think badly of me. I guess I can go to bed now.'

Josh was looking down at his mother during the entire conversation. Her breasts were in clear view. He though her nipples would break through the tee shirt at any minute. He wanted to reach out and touch them, put his mouth on them. It was maddening. How, why would he think badly of someone he loved and desired so much?

'So am I, right after a shower.'

They walked together down the hall to Susan's bedroom door; taking his hand she turns to face him. 

'Josh thank you for loving me so much. I don't know what I would do without you.' 

Susan wraps her arms around him, pressing her body to his. She stands on her toes rubbing herself on him and kissing his face over and over. 'I love you Josh, I always will. I love you so much; there is nothing I wouldn't do for you.'

She can feel his penis hardening against her body. She is already wet in anticipation of this moment. If it does not stop she will soak through her thong. Then as quickly as it started it stops. She steps back still holding his hand, looking into his eyes. 'Good night.'

She turns and disappears into her bedroom. 

Josh stands in front of his mother's bedroom door, staring, frozen. His breathing is heavy, his penis continues to grow, and his mind is racing. Confused he turns and walks away to a much needed shower. 

Susan stands on the other side of the door in an equal state of arousal. Her hands are kneading and pinching her breasts. It took every bit of self control to not fall to her knees and take his cock into her mouth. The thought of sucking his cock and licking his ball played in her mind as her hand slipped into her shorts. The orgasm comes quickly and was as strong as the one before. Her legs would not support her as she slides down the door to the floor trying to fill her lungs with enough air to stop her heart from beating out of her chest. She looks down to see that her orgasm has soaked through her shorts. 

With all the strength she has left she raises. Susan can hear the shower as she walks down the hall. Slowly, quietly she opens the bathroom door a crack, just enough to see Josh's reflection in the mirror. It is steamy but no matter. What was going on was evident. His large penis stood out and his hand feverishly stroked up and down till he stiffened and once again large amounts of cum shoots from the swollen head. 

Susan closes the door just as she had opened it. Walking back to her room a smile appears. She strips naked and crawls under the covers without showering. She wanted to feel the dried juices of her orgasm in the morning. She always enjoyed that feeling. It made her think, first thing in the morning about the sex the night before. Sleep over comes her quickly, as it does for Josh. 

Susan wakes as the morning sun starts to peak through her window. As sheep slowly leaves her eyes she feels the dry sticky remains of her orgasm. In the past the recollection of the sexual encounter from the night before is easy to recall. This was not the case with what happened yesterday. A day that started out with one seemly manageable incident exploded into a frenzy of escalating events and discoveries. Culminating into her becoming aware of her feelings and desires for her son. 

No one could have plan such a day or arranged all the pieces that fit together so perfectly. It is so wrong for a mother and son to have these feeling for each other, yet it feels so right. It has just come to be. As if it was fate. 

'I have to slow things down, keep a clear head. It's a new day. Maybe yesterday was an anomaly. Slow things down and see how things go is the best plan.'

Josh is already in the kitchen when Susan arrives. 

'The coffee smells good. You're up early.'

'I wanted to get an early start. I have the fixings made for you favorite omelet if you're in the mood. There's fresh fruit to start.'

'That sounds great Josh.' Susan can't take her eyes off her son. She knows why he is up to make her a special breakfast. It's because he wants to, because he loves her. Her feelings for him again start to swell. 

They enjoy breakfast discussing what they had planned for the day. Josh is training with the team for next Saturday's state meet. Susan as usual is going to the gym then the weekly shopping and maybe hitting the mall. 

With breakfast done and the dishes cleaned up Josh gets ready to leave. Susan stops him before he reaches the door. 

'Josh, wait one minute.' She approaches him. 'About last night...well I guess I was a little tired and had a few glasses of wine and well...I got a little emotional. 

Josh's look is almost of disappointment.

'It's not that I didn't mean what I said, I did, all of it. I just didn't want you to think I was crazy the way...how emotional I was.'

'I didn't think anything of the kind. And even if you were crazy...well then I guess I'm crazy too. Why wouldn't I want to hear that you love me? And, and holding each other made me feel warm and I don't know...but I wish we would hold each other like that more often.'

Susan puts a hand on his cheek. 'Oh Josh you can hold me anytime you want.'

Josh reaches out and pulls his mother close to him. Their bodies rub together as they find the perfect position. He can feel her breasts harden as they press against her chest. She feels his heart beat increase and a swelling pressing against her stomach. 

His hands move slowly up and down her back as he smells her hair. One hand moves up her side rubbing over the side of her breast and down again, while the other slides down stopping at the small of her back just touching the top of her firm ass. She wants to kiss but resists. Slowly she pulls away giving him a quick approving smile, as she looks down at the floor not wanting to look into his eyes for fear of what she might do next, for fear he might see the sexual arousal in her eyes. 

'You better get going or you'll me late. She quickly looks up. I'll see you tonight.' another assuring smile as she moves away. 

'Sure mom, I love you.' Josh turns and walks out the door. 

Susan stands watching him leave. She now knows with certainty there is no denying their love for each other. As Jill told her,'... just let it flow and I'm sure you both will be just fine.'

That night they settle in.

'Mom, are you coming to the State meet on Saturday?' 

'Of course I wouldn't miss it. The meet is at the Homeville field , right?

'Yes, it is.'

'We haven't been up there in a long time. That nice Italian restaurant, La Cucina is still there. Do you think the coach would mind if you didn't go home on the bus? We could go out to dinner, if you want.'

'Sure, it's the last meet of the season. Coach shouldn't have a problem. I'll check tomorrow at school. I'm going to bed early. I want to get as much rest as possible this week. Good night mom.'

'Good night Josh. See you in the morning.'

Josh goes to his mother and leans over to kiss her good night. Susan doesn't know why but at the final second she turns her face slightly and their lips meet for a brief, soft moment. Josh is taken by surprise, not an unpleasant surprise. Josh heads to bed, but not before relieving himself in the shower. 

The rest of the week is their normal routine with the exception of their holding and hugging. Each day the holding and caressing lasts longer. Josh encouraged by Susan's willingness and implicit approval when there is no complains becomes bolder and bolder. He' hands roam freely on his mother's body. He lingers longer and longer on the side of her breasts, kissing her face as she slowly moves away to end the embrace. By the end of the week it occurs when they leave in the morning and when they arrive home at night. The intensity of their physical play is taking its toll on both of them, Susan especially. Josh tries to not be overly aggressive for fear he may push to far. His sketches are taken to a new level.

Susan head right for her son's room as soon as he leaves for school. The sketch book is under his pillow as always. Flipping quickly through the pages Susan looks to see if there are any new sketches. She swallows hard as she starts to view the new installments. They are no longer erotic, or of her alone. They are of her and Josh naked in various sexual positions. The first is of her on her back, knees up, legs spread kneading her breasts. Josh's head is buried between her legs. In the next Josh is standing face forward and she in kneeling, arms wrapped around his thighs, her face pressed against his groin. More and more sketches of them performing various sexual acts. Each one is of them in the throes of passion. None are explicit, but there is no doubt what they are doing to each other. 

It's as if he can see into her mind and read her fantasies. 'How, can he know? It's as if he is in my mind as each night I pleasure myself thinking of him. My god! How long can this go on for? No I mustn't think that way. He is my son. No matter how I feel I can't just seduce my own son. We just need to leave everything as it is. Yes, it is a little frustrating, but we are dealing with the situation. As long as nothing pushes us to do something crazy we'll be fine.'

What Susan did not anticipate is what the future has in store for them? 

It's Saturday morning and Susan is driving to the State meet. Josh left early this morning but not before their morning good bye ritual. For some reason Susan is more aggressive with their physical contact, maybe it's because she knows the importance of this day for Josh, maybe it's because her desires are growing stronger and her resistance is waning. 

'You've been waiting and working for this day. I know you'll do well, just don't leave anything on the track when you've finished. I'll be there rooting for you.'

'I'll win this for us. Then we can celebrate at dinner, love you.'

'I love you too.' Susan looks up and kisses Josh on the lips, soft, warm, lingering kiss. She watches as her son walk out the door. She is once again wet and must relieve her arousal. She goes to her room to lie on the bed and bring herself to orgasm fantasizing about her son. 

Heads turn as Susan walks to the bleachers. She is wearing skinny jeans, a white tee shirt and an open waist jacket. It isn't so much what she is wearing but how the outfit wears her. No one can say she is flaunting herself in a provocative outfit. What they can say is that she would look good in anything. What they didn't see is that she was also wearing the smallest thong and the sheerest bra she owned. She wore it for Josh. Later at the restaurant she would remove the jacket for his and her pleasure. 

All the other parents greeted Susan with smiles and hellos. She is liked by everyone and she is always pleasant and helpful in turn. They all settled in for the meet knowing what in entailed. Each parent was there to watch their son or daughter for one to five minutes depending on their event. The rest of the time everyone cheered for the rest of the team, giving congratulation or consolidation to the other parents. 

Josh was in two events he anchors the 4 x 4 and runs the mile. First was the 4 x 4. They are in third place as Josh takes the baton. Quickly he moved into second and stayed there drafting behind the leader. As he always dose Josh made his move halfway to the third turn. He passed the leader on the outside and moved in front of him just before the final turn. Josh blocked him out the rest of the way and finished with superior speed to take the race. He and his team mates celebrated the win as one unit, one team. Josh leaves to be alone and prepare for the mile. 

'Well, Susan it always good having Josh run anchor for us. We were lucky to have you transfer here.'

'Thanks coach Ross! It's has been a great experience for Josh and me. I also want to thank you for helping him adjust when we first arrived.'

A half hour after the 4 x 4 Josh was again standing at the starting line. Thoughts of his mother and what she said ran through his head, 'You've been waiting and working for this day. I know you'll do well, just don't leave anything on the track when you've finished. I'll be there rooting for you.' He would run this race for them. 

Throughout the race Josh keeps his position going back and forth between second and third place. The bell rings indicating the final lap. Then suddenly and unexpectedly Josh makes his move coming out of the second turn. 

'What is he doing? He's started his move to early.' Coach Ross, Susan and the other parents had looks of worry, and surprise. 

Susan's heart started to pound. She rooted silently, 'Come on Josh I know you can do this.' 

Josh never looked back he quickly distanced himself from the pack. But, now they were making their move. 

'I hope he has enough left to keep them from passing him. He's running a torrid pace,' 

Taking a glance back Josh digs down and puts on a burst of speed. He will not allow anyone to catch him. But that is not his main goal.

'My god he kicked it up another gear.' The coach looks at his stop watch. 'Geez he just might do it.' With that said he stands to his feet and start yelling. 'Come on Josh. Come on.' He is followed by the rest of the parents. Susan can be heard above everyone. They are all screaming but no one except Coach Ross understands exactly what is at stake. 

Josh bursts through the finish line well ahead of the next runner. He immediately falls to his knees on the grass field and throws up. He has left nothing on the track. Coach Ross looks at his stop watch. 

'For the love of Pete, he did it. He did it! He broke four minutes.' He looks at Susan and the other parents. 'It's unofficial, but I have him at 3:57:30. I can't be that far off.' 

Susan sits back on the bleachers trying to grasp the situation, as all the other parents congratulate her. 

After the final time is announced 3:58:00, Susan goes to the field to find her son. Josh is talking to three men who are asking questions and taking notes. They are sports reporters from the papers covering the event. Josh sees his mother and motions for her to come over. 

The interviews are coming to a close as Josh reaches out and hugs his mother. 

A reporter asks, 'Josh, who is this lovely lady?'

'This is my best girl and my mother. She has been my inspiration and encouragement for as long as I can remember. I ran this race for her. To thank her and let her know how I feel.' Looking at Josh as he is speaking Susan wants to just get away from all these people so she can hold him in her arms and shower him with kisses. 

'You must be extremely proud of him Mrs. Woods. I said you must be extremely proud of him Mrs. Woods.' 

Susan is snapped out of her thoughts, 'Yes I couldn't be any prouder.'

'If that's everything I would like to hit the showers. My mom and I have a dinner date we have to get to.' 

With that Josh and Susan walk away. 'I'll meet you in the stands after I shower.' Susan squeezes his hand. 'I'll be waiting.'

Susan left her jacket in the car, as planned. After all her son was a champion, why shouldn't he enjoy a special treat? The cool evening air on the walk to the restaurant made her nipples come alive. They were at full attention as they entered the restaurant. Everyone easily noticed as they walk to their booth. Susan felt scandalous. She enjoyed the notion that anyone looking at her thought the same. If they only knew the real scandal was the incestuous thoughts, fantasies, and actions she and her son had over the last week. How they were being thrown together by some force, and how hard it had become to resist. 

They sat next to each other in a corner booth talking quietly and enjoying their dinner. They had been talking about the race, college and everything in between since leaving the meet. The time was spent in comfortable conversation, even their silences were comfortable. Josh would drive home so Susan was enjoying a few glasses of wine settling into a relaxed almost blissful state.

With a wry smile Susan asks, 'So how is your dinner date with you best girl going?'

'I think the entire day with my beautiful lady couldn't get any better. What does she think?'

'She thinks there is no other place she would rather be, but we should get going.'

Susan pays the bill. The waitress brings the back the credit card. 'Are you traveling tonight?'

'Yes to Bella Vista.'

'Well be careful. It's starting to rain and they say it could get intense at times. Have a nice night and thanks for coming. 

Susan reclines her seat to relax after a nice meal and several glasses of wine. Josh concentrate on his driving through the rain. It is now easy as darkness falls. A half hour into the ride the rain intensifies. It is almost impossible to go faster the five miles per hour. Susan is now sitting upright trying to help see the road. 'Maybe we should pull over till it lightens up.'

'There are police lights up ahead. Let's see what they say before we pull over.'

As they approach the policeman flags them down. Through the crack in their window he yells over the sound of the torrent of rain, 'You have to turn around; flash flood has washed the bridge out. It will be hours before we can open the road.' 

'We are going to Bella Vista, how do we get around?'

'Going around will take hours in this weather. You're better off finding a place to hold up. There's a motel back a quarter mile. Make your first right turn. You can see the sign from the road."

They see the lights of the motel sign but cannot read it through the rain. They hope there is still a vacancy. Josh parks the car and they make a mad dash to the office. They are well soaked by the time they are inside. 

'Good evening, a bit wet out there.'

'A bit, we would like a room, a double.'

'Oh I'm sorry I only have one room left and there is only a queen size bed. We've been filling up due to the storm.'




Meant To Be



'Well don't you have a roll away bed or a cot or something?'

'There's a roll away in the storage...oh no, one of the other guests took that. I'm sorry.'

Josh look at his mother, 'This is the only motel.'

Susan gives Josh a brief glance, thinking, 'Is it happening again?'

'We can't drive any more I guess we will have to take it.'

'Well that will be sixty-five dollars.' 

Susan hand the clerk cash.

'OK, its room number fifteen, around the back. We are full so park anywhere you can.'

After running back to the car and then to the room they are both thoroughly soak through. Susan stands inside the door, water pouring off her. 'I feel like a drowned rat!' 

Josh, equally soaked stares at him mother. 'You're more beautiful than any rat I've ever seen.'

Susan realizes she looks like the winner of a wet tee shirt contest. Her saturated shear bra and white tee do little to hide her nakedness. 'I guess I should get out of these wet cloths.'

'Yeah, I should too. You take the bathroom; just give me a towel or two.' 

Susan quickly undresses. Her head is starting to spin trying once again to grasp another situation with her son. She showers to give herself some needed time to think, it doesn't help. The only thing her mind processes are the events of their intense week, each one mounting atop of the other till she is too weak with incestuous desire for her son. She applies some make up, combs her hair and wraps herself in a towel. She steadies herself takes a deep breath she walks into the room. 

The lights are out. The room is lit by the various colors of the motel sign coming through the window. Jose is sitting on the bed also wrapped in a towel. Susan on shaking legs walks slowly towards him. She can feel the juices from her pussy running down the inside of her thigh. She is over come by the wanton feeling flooding through her body. She reaches out to touch the side of his face. 

'Josh, we can never tell anyone about this.'

With a dry mouth and a cracking voice Josh replies, 'I know mom. No one will ever know we had to share a room.'

'No, Josh not that, this.' Susan loosens the knot holding the towel and letting it fall to the floor. Just as the week had started she is again stand naked in front of her son. This time she makes no effort to cover up. This time she wants to expose herself to him emotionally and physically. Her nipples are as erect as they can be and her thighs gleam in the light from her leaking pussy juices. 

'Is this what you want Josh?' Josh can only nod his head. 

'I want it to. I've wanted it for a long time but resisted. I don't want to resist anymore. I'm too weak to fight something so strong. I know what people would say about a mother that wants her son to makes love to her, but I don't care. They just can't understand. Do you understand Josh?'

Josh reaches out to pull his mother to him, quickly moving his mouth to her breast. She stops him pulling away slightly. She looks into his eyes, 'Wait, slowly.'

She holds the back of his head with both hands and gently pulls him to her breasts. Josh's hand wrap around her as he kisses them. Momentarily, her head falls back. Then looking back down she pulls his face up to hers, as she leans down their mouths meet opened with searching tongues. She falls forward rolling on to the bed pulling her son on top of her. They kiss passionately. Josh's moves his hand up his mother's stomach grabbing her breast firmly. He moves down gently kissing her nipple. Josh looks questioningly in to his mother eye. Susan nods with a wanton look in her eyes. 

Josh kneads and suckles her breast as Susan guides him with her hands. Her breasts have never felt so sensitive; her body feels electrified, on fire. Aggressively, passionately she pulls his head to her, her tongue entering his mouth deeply, passionately, and lustfully. She wants him in her but her son moves quickly and definitely down her body, his hands move her legs apart. 

Josh is kneeling on the floor, his mother's legs spread wide over the side of the bed her pussy is swollen with arousal. Josh is shaking with anticipation of his mothers taste. He has fantasized many time of pleasuring her with his mouth. Her aroma is intoxicating. She moans and her back arches as his tongue touches her clitoris. 

Two fingers spread her pussy lips and gently pinch her clitoris holding it in place for him to pleasure. He moves back and forth entering her with his tongue than licking her clit. Susan is on her elbows, back arched high and her head thrown back as she as she thrusts her hips. See looks down to see her son eating her. She is on the verge. 

Sensing his mother's arousal Josh easily slides two fingers into her pussy. He starts pumping her as he takes her clitoris into his mouth and works it with is tongue. Susan's entire body is moving and thrusting, as she cries out. Josh pulls back, pumps her pussy three or four more times before quickly pulling out. His mother's body tightens as she ejaculates. The sheets are soaked as are Josh's hands and face. He is mesmerized by his mother's orgasm. Susan is shaking, trying to catch her breath. 

Josh begins to lick his mother clean. The first touch of his tongue jolts Susan. 'Oh god, Josh no, I can't again.' His mother's pleads go on deft hears. He holds her legs open and continues where he left off. He is holding her, eating her, till she is helpless. His fingers enter her again. Again he feels her back arch and her body tighten. This time he doesn't stop licking and pumping till she has squirted all her juices. 

Josh looks down at his mother as he lies next to her. Her eyes are still closed while trying to recover. He leans down and begins kissing her passionately. She can barely put her arms around him. Susan mouth is filled with the taste of her orgasm as her son's tongue dances in her mouth. Slowly, she is coming back to the world. She opens her eyes to see her son's beautiful face. Sitting up she takes her son's hand and pulls him off the bed. Sitting in front of him, she removes his towel. 

He's erect penis is once again pointing at her. This time it is not through a window or in one of her fantasies. This time it is there for her to pleasure. She takes the large head into her mouth as her hand wraps around the base. Susan sucks the head as she takes more and more of his cock into her mouth with each bob of her head. It is so thick she can't take him as far down her throat as she has done with other men. Still she continues to try. One hand is firmly around his shaft pumping while the other is caressing his balls. Her eyes are closed as the sensation of this thick, hard, silky cock in her hand and mouth start to overwhelm her. Her commitment to her incestuous love making over takes her. 

'Suck your sons cock. Make him cum. Show him how much his mother loves and wants him. Show him how his mother is willing to pleasure him, how she will do anything for him.'

Josh is in such a state of arousal he doesn't last long. 

'Mom, I'm going to cum, Mom!'

Visions of her son's orgasms flash through her mind. She wants to see it again, see it close and personal as she has in her fantasies. She takes his cock out of her mouth and pumps it furiously. She points it straight at her. She wants to see his cum shooting out of the head. Susan can barely catch her breath anticipating what is about to happen. Her free hand finds her pussy. Josh holds on to his mother's shoulder as he starts to orgasm. 

Susan continues to pump his cock as the first rope of cum hits, splashing over her chin and breasts. Over and over cum is splashing over her face, chin, breasts and open mouth. She wants her body drenched in his hot wet cum. As she orgasms her screams are mixed with her son's moans of pleasure. 

Using his cock she cleans his cum off her face. Licking, kissing, sucking Susan is in a feeding frenzy of her son's cum. She continues to kiss and lick him long after she has cleaned her face, not wanting to stop. She wants him hard again. It will not take long for an eighteen year old to recover. Finally, she looks up at her son. 'I want you Josh, I need you now.'

Slowly falling back onto the bed, she pulls him between her spread legs by his cock. Susan guides it to her waiting pussy, as she stares lovingly, wantonly, desperately into his eyes. 

'Josh, I want you back inside me. I need you inside me again.'

Josh leans down kissing his mother as the head of his cock enters her, stretching open her pussy. Susan's legs are spread wide as Josh raises his upper body and plunges into his mother. Her pussy is wet, hot and tight. Joshes girth stretches his mother with every thrust until he is buried deep inside her. Josh isn't thinking he is just fulfilling his fantasy, fucking his mother deep and hard. Again and again he pulls out till only the head of his cock is in her before thrusting deep inside her. 

Susan's legs are now high in the air giving up herself for her son's pleasure and hers. She reaches out grabbing the sheets, throwing her hips up meeting every thrust. Her moans and cries are the sounds of an out of control wild animal. Her pussy feel as if it is about to explode. Raising her hip high into the air her son's cock pops out of her pussy as her orgasm gushes out of her. Her legs and body are convulsing. Through blurred eye she sees her son hovering over her with a look of lust. Before she can speak Josh enters her hard and deep. He pounds her pussy over and over as her lays helplessly limp. Susan slowly recovers from her crippling orgasm as Josh's body tightens he pushes hard as if he was trying to reenter the place he came from.

His orgasm floods his mother's pussy, hot cum filling her. Susan feeling the sensation of her son's seed in her starts to again tremble. She reaches up pulling him to her, kissing his face and mouth over and over as she speaks.

'Oh, Josh I am yours. I give myself to you, all of me, my heart, my mind, my soul, and my body. Take me anytime, anywhere, any way you want. Oh my god, my son, my lover, and my life what has brought us here?'

'I don't know. But it can't be wrong. I am yours mom, now and forever. I love you so much.' 

He remains inside his mother kissing her passionately until his cock slips out and cum flows out of her. They lay under the sheet in each other's arm as they drift into a peaceful sleep. 

Susan wakes to the light of morning, her head still resting in her son's arms. She looks at her son, Josh sleeping peacefully; she is filled with so many joyous emotions. Her body covered in the dried fluids from last night is a reminder of the intense incestuous commitment she made to her son. Her nostrils are filled with the stall aroma of sex. Susan then notices Josh's morning erection and she craves again to have it in her mouth. She moves down his body till it is there for her to take. 

She licked the shaft letting her saliva flow from her lips. Susan starts to suck and lick his cock sliding it deeper into her mouth with each bob of her head. Lustfully she takes as much of his thick cock as possible, till she gags. Her two hands are working the base of his cock as she slides her mouth up and down, sucking. 

Josh begins to wake, he moans. Susan is unaware that her son is awake. She is in her own world, with one thing in mind, to fill her mouth with her son's cum. Susan is fucking her son's cock with her mouth when she is suddenly aware of two hands gently holding her head. His body thrusts and his cock swells in her mouth. Lodes of cum quickly fill her mouth. She is determined not to swallow. She slowly slips his cock from her lips to make room for the salty, sweet juice. 

Josh's chest is heaving as his lungs beg for air. Susan rests her head on his stomach, inches away from the cock that just exploded in her mouth. She has not swallowed. She is savoring her son's taste, swishing it with her tongue, till her mouth is bathed with cum. She swallows as she touches her clit sending her into an orgasm. 

Resting her head again on his chest they enjoy a comfortable silence. Josh is the first to speak. 

'It is 9:30, check out is at 10:00, we should shower.'

'I know, but I could stay like this forever.' Susan looks into her son's eyes. 'Do you remember what I told you last night?'

'Yes, but last night was intense. You don't have to worry about what was or wasn't said.'

'No Josh, I meant it. I mean it even more this morning. I've willingly given myself to you, all of me, my heard, my mind, my soul, and my body. You can have me anytime, anywhere, any way you want. That would make me the happiest woman in the world.'

'Then my job is to make you happy. Let's get in the shower.'

Back in the car Josh drives Susan to the office. Her mind is racing. She is now her son's incestuous lover and it has made her happier then she has ever been. She cannot understand how it has all happened so quickly. Susan walks into the office. 

'Well good morning. I hope everything worked out well.' It is the same clerk that checked them in last night. 

'Yes, thank you. Actually, it worked out far better than we expected.'

'Good, good, we get mostly people needing a place for the nigh. It seems we are just the place they need. Well have a safe trip home.'

'Thanks, you have a good day.'

Susan steps out of the office and is stopped in her tracks. Josh is staring at his mother, his lover, wonder why she is frozen with a look of surprise, awe and disbelief. She is staring at the large neon sign above. 'DESTINY MOTEL, VACANCIES'