7 comments/ 35461 views/ 3 favorites My Invitation By: Scorpio44 [This story includes a woman with only one breast, oral, coitus and the hint of many things to come. I welcome feedback and comments, especially from women.] * My day started when I opened a letter addressed: Dear Mr. N. Peterson: You are invited to a party. The Grand Opening Party of a small Club. When the Club opens the rules will be the same as the rules on the opening nights. The Club has a bar, a dining room, a dance floor, wonderful lighting, comfortable seating, food service, and some extraordinary play rooms. Entrance, for the Opening Night Parties, will be by presenting this invitation, paying the guest fee, written and videoed acceptance of the rules. What we offer: Valet parking in an underground private lot at no cost. In addition to the Dining Room (which seats thirty couples) and the "Ballroom" (for dancing), there are various other rooms for the enjoyment of all attendees, at their choice. Each of the group rooms is large enough for everyone attending to be in any one room at any one time. • The Dungeon, with appropriate items and facilities for such a room. • The Wet Room with three large hot tubs as well as accessories for your enjoyment. Water from each hot tub is replaced hourly from ten pm until five am. • The Swing Room with fourteen sex swings hanging from the ceiling. On Opening Night and Friday nights, there will be an instructor in the room to assist couples in using the swings safely and creatively. • The Voyeur Room with couches around a central pedestal bed. • The Orgy Room (no shoes of any kind may be worn in this room as they may damage the soft flooring). • The Machine Room with three fucking machines in it. The machines do not fuck each other, they are used to fuck people either anally or vaginally. There will be an attendant in that room at all times to clean and maintain the machines for your health and safety. • Seven Private Rooms (named for the Seven Seas) which are small enough for the king sized bed and three feet of walking space around the bed. Three of the Private Rooms have the king bed and a sex swing. The Rules NO ONE UNDER THE AGE OF 21 WILL BE ADMITTED. NO EXCEPTIONS! WOMEN may not be nude in any area where food is served. Just inside the entrance they will be shown to a dressing/undressing/locker room where they may change from street wear to Club wear. Before entering any other part of the Club they must show that their areola, nipples, and vulva are physically accessible. Panties and/or pantyhose that cover the pubic slit will not be allowed inside the club. Bras that cover the areola and nipples may not be worn. The vulva must be covered and accessible in areas where food is served. MEN may not be nude in the areas where food is served. Just inside the entrance they will be shown to a dressing/undressing/locker room where they may change from street wear to Club wear. Before entering any other part of the Club they must show that their genitals are physically accessible and that they are not wearing underwear (boxers, g-strings, or briefs). The genitals must be covered and accessible in areas where food is served. • Behaving in anti-social, rude, or belligerent ways will not be tolerated at any time. First offence will suspend membership for 30 days. Second offence terminates membership forever. • Anyone who behaves as if they do not understand the word 'No' will leave the Club. First offence will suspend membership for 30 days. Second offence terminates membership forever. • The use of illegal substances (drugs or herbs) will be cause for permanent loss of membership. • No cameras or other devices capable of taking or transmitting pictures are allowed. They will be taken and damaged beyond repair. Use or possession will be cause for permanent loss of membership. • Body jewelry (piercings, tattoos, etc.) are permitted and must be in place when you arrive. COSTS: For the Opening Night Party no membership fees will apply. Everyone will pay the $175 guest fee which includes dinner. After the Opening Night Party dinner is not included for members. At all times beverages will be offered at posted prices. After Opening Night dinner for members will be at prices posted in the printed menu. A minimum of six entrees will be available each night. After the opening night party membership costs: Men: 1 year = $800.00 2 years = $1400.00 3 years = $1950.00 Women: 1 year = $500.00 2 years = $800.00 3 years = $1000.00 For couples (driver's license's must show the same address): 1 year = $1100.00 2 years = $2000.00 3 years = $2800.00 NOTE: deduct $200 from either individual membership fees and $400 from couples fees if purchased during the Opening Night Party. Polyamorous families must discuss their situation/parameters with the site host to obtain a discounted membership price. Guests: After opening night a member may bring a maximum of three guests on any night that they attend. Guests are the responsibility of their member. Guest behavior will be seen as the member's behavior with appropriate consequences for behavior not within the rules. Each guest will pay a $175 guest fee per visit. A guest may only attend as a guest three times. On the forth visit the guest must purchase at least a one year membership or they will not be granted entry. One half the guest fees paid will be applied towards the membership fees. The Opening Night Party begins at six-thirty when the doors open. At eight o'clock that evening dinner will be served. The dining room seats thirty people. Once the dining room is full, the Club is closed. The entry process may take up to twenty minutes that evening. Please allow for this delay in your planning. At nine-thirty live music will begin and dinner will be cleared. The party ends at six in the morning and at six-thirty the doors will be locked until nine o'clock each Friday -- Saturday -- Sunday night thereafter. Reservations for the Opening Night Party are available and recommended. Call 1-888-555-6699 and ask for Gemini. Any questions you have not answered by reading this invitation can be asked when you speak to Gemini. Reservations must be paid by credit card, at the time the reservation is made. Driver's license numbers of all persons attending in your party must be given at the time of your reservation. A cancellation must take place two or more full days before the event to obtain a refund. Arriving after eight o'clock the night of your reservation voids the reservation and forfeits your reservation fees. You will be given the address when your reservation is accepted. Our Club is located in an industrial area for reasons of privacy and security. Our Club is within thirty miles of Los Angeles City Hall. Only the persons named on this letter may respond to this invitation. Do not share this information with anyone you are not bringing. This invitation is yours until 31 December 2007. If it has not been used before that date it is withdrawn. We think this offer is one that you will appreciate. Signed, Scorpio44 I read the invitation twice before calling. Gemini answered and I felt myself starting to get hard just from her voice. She sounded undressed, on a bed, and horney. I know I made all that up but that's what her voice did to me just from hearing her say, "Good afternoon. This is Gemini." I asked if reservations were still available for opening night. They were. I asked if I could make a reservation for two and then call back with my date's name and license number. I could. However, I would need to call the name and license number in at least three days prior to the reservation date. If I did not the reservation would be cancelled and our money forfeited. I gave my credit card information and made the reservation. She gave me the web address and password so I could see the facility. When I got off the phone I typed in the address and looked. The rooms were as described and much nicer than I anticipated. My next move was to get a date for that evening. My first thought was to call Anya. Every time I had been out with Anya we both had enjoyed an adventure. She was exotic in looks and unpredictable in actions. My second thought was to call Kim. She is tall, blond and athletic. I met her running at the Revlon run for Breast Cancer. She was the only woman there who ran wearing shorts and a jog bra without a prosthetic in it to balance her chest. Her missing breast was obvious. The remaining breast was a "D" cup. I was attracted to her because she was so strong and confident. I called Kim. She answered and I asked if she had fifteen minutes or so for a conversation. She did. I read the invitation to her and asked if she was interested in being my date for the event. "Perhaps. I need the answers to some questions before I give my answer." "Ask anything." "Am I your first choice?" "Yes." "Do you intend for us to have sex in front of others during that party?" "Yes." "Do you intend that you may have sex with others while we are at the party?" "No, and it is possible." "Do you intend for me to have sex with anyone, other than you?" "No, and it's possible. That will be your choice." "If someone at the party comes on too strong and can't hear me say no, will you make sure my no is respected?" "Yes." "Are we going to be together between now and the party?" "Would you like us to be?" "Yes. Tonight, eight o'clock at my place." "Is that a yes to my invitation?" "I'll answer that question at breakfast. You still have my address?" "Yes, and I like sausage, not bacon." "I know. So do I." The phone was against my ear but she was gone. I hung it up and made some plans. I ordered flowers sent to her office to be delivered tomorrow morning. I wrote my plans for getting my car detailed before the party evening, buying a new shirt, having my place cleaned and new sheets for the bed. On the way home that afternoon I stopped at the car wash. Fifty bucks later I drove off in a clean, smelling good car. I got home, changed the sheets on my bed, cleaned my place, showered, shaved, and dressed. I dressed casually and relaxed. I ate a light dinner, just in case Kim had planned dinner as well as her for dessert. At seven forty I left my place and drove to Kim's. When I got to her door I noticed it was slightly ajar. I pushed on the door and called her name, "Kim!" "The door is open. Come in." Her voice was coming from somewhere deep inside the apartment. I entered and both closed the door and locked it behind me. I had been in her apartment once before. Our first night together. It was the weekend after the Revlon run. She had met me at the front door wearing just panties and suspender hose. She showed me three dresses and gave me my choice of what she would wear that night. The three dresses gave me the choice of making her missing breast very noticeable, sort-of noticeable or not even hinted at. I picked the sort-of noticeable dress. As she put it on she asked why I picked it. I said it was because of the color of the dress. I actually liked the very noticeable dress better except it was red and I don't much like red dresses. We ate outside that night overlooking the marina. After lots of getting-to-know you conversation I asked the question I really wanted to ask, "Why are you so open about having lost a breast?" "You aren't asking for all the medical crap?" "I assumed that because we met at the Revlon run you lost it to cancer, I don't need more details than that. If you want me know the details I won't faint. I've never known a woman so open about her surgery. That I do want to know about." "The surgery?" "No. The why you don't wear a padded bra, a prosthetic in your dress or your jog bra." "My sister had breast cancer ten years ago. She was so ashamed about it that she put off treatment until it was too late. She died and the last thing she said to me was to tell everyone she had a heart attack. She couldn't even say breast. When I was diagnosed I decided I would be different. I was open about everything that happened to me. Because I was lots of the women I knew got tested and took care of themselves. When I had surgery I decided I wouldn't hide. I'm happy that I am just who and how I am." I stood in her living room and she walked in carrying two outfits. She was wearing suspender hose, high heels and nothing else. Both dresses were teal. One was a halter dress the other a sheath. I picked the halter. She slipped it on and I noticed that her breast filled one side and the other side had been altered to fit snugly against her flat chest. She smiled and asked, "Does this please you?" "There is a legend of the Amazon women who were warriors. They cut one breast off so that it would not get in the way when they fought using a bow and arrows. When I see you proud, strong and beautiful like this I am reminded of that legend." "I think it says something about you when you can choose that interpretation for how I look." "Thank you. I feel good when I am with you. I like strong, confident women. Hell, I like strong, confident people! Shall we go for dinner? Drinks? Dancing?" "Would it be alright with you if I drove and surprised you?" "Yes! Now, I am on an adventure! Lead on!" She led me to her car and opened the passenger door for me. I got in, said Thank you, and she closed the door. I reached over and opened her door as she walked around the car. She slid in and smiled at me. "Thanks." She said. She drove us to the beach and to a place called Shoreline Village. It isn't a village. It is a tourist spot at the edge of a marina filled with shops, restaurants, a merry-go-round and a wonderful view of the harbor, the marina and the Queen Mary. As she parked I remarked that this was one of my favorite spots. We walked, holding hands and watching the boats, the people and the sea gulls. The sounds of the marina included the tinkling of the lines against the metal masts of the sail boats, the squawking of the gulls, the music from the merry-go-round and the sound of walking on the wooden planks of the village. The weather was comfortable and so were we. I thought we would walk around for a little while and then stop in at the Lighthouse Restaurant for dinner or dessert. I was wrong. Kim walked us along the jetty across from the Queen Mary and at each of the decks along the path we stopped and watched the sights for a few minutes. We talked about our jobs, our thoughts about relationships and about the future. I discovered much more about Kim than I had imagined. At the very last deck we found ourselves alone and far from the possibility of being seen. Kim turned to me and we kissed. I held her and felt her press herself against me in a very welcoming way. When the kiss ended I asked, "Are you aware that I like you a lot?" "Yes. No one would take me out twice if they weren't really interested." "Well, perhaps you are right about most men, but I'm such a devoted breast man that seeing you has me crazy about hanging out with you." She hit me. Not hard and not in anger. Then she kissed me again and said, "Most people are put off by my letting them know I lost a breast. It doesn't seem to put you off at all." "If you were to meet all the women I have ever dated, married, loved or wanted to be with, you would know that body had very little to do with my being attracted. I was married to an overweight woman, dated a woman with MS and she was in a wheelchair, I was married to a woman who lied when she said she was an "A" cup and I'm sure there have been tall, short, heavy and thin women throughout my life. I'm interested in who you are... inside. I'm interested in what lights you up, turns you on, excites you, inspires you, touches you. What attracted me to you was your willingness to be authentic about you." "Want to know what attracts me to you?" "I can be quite pleased just knowing that you are." "I am attracted to you because I can trust you. I'm attracted to you because you aren't just after me because of my body and you're willing to accept my body just as it is." "I am interested in your body." "And, I'm interested in yours. Let's go home, take off our clothes, leave the lights on and see what we can discover about each other." "May I touch you?" "Now or when we get home?" "Yes." "Yes." I kissed her again. I pulled the hem of her dress up and ran my finger along her slit as we kissed. When I pulled my finger back I put it in my mouth and sucked on it. The nectar I tasted was wonderful. "Thanks. You taste great!" "In can't wait to taste you." "You don't need to wait. I'll unzip here for you if you'd like. I'm not quite as wet as you, but I am wet." She backed me up against the railing and unzipped my slacks. Her hand withdrew my hard cock and she bent and gave it a lick. Then she stood back up and kissed me. As we kissed she tucked me back in my slacks. At the end of the kiss she said, "We taste good." I zipped up and the trip back to the car was quite a bit faster. She concentrated on her driving and we were home, to her home, in less than an hour. Just inside her apartment she undressed me. Then she undressed herself. Almost. She left the suspender stockings and the heels on. She used my erection as a leash and led me to her bed with it. We spent lots of time that night exploring each other slowly, carefully and attention to details. Kim asked that I eat her. I spent a long time doing it. Nibbles to the edges of her pussy then tongue touches along her slit. I held her legs wide, opening her lips to the explorations of my tongue and fingers. When I could feel her approaching her first orgasm I slowed down and changed my approach. I still stimulated her but not enough to have her orgasm. My hands shifted her legs up onto my back and then I reached around her ass and up onto her chest. My fingertips gently touched the warm skin of her breast and all around the edges of her scars. She moaned. She pulled her knees up a bit, shifting the position of her puss relative to my mouth. I probed her opening with my tongue, reaching in as far as my tongue would reach. I loved the taste of her and the flow of her juices was thirst quenching, warm and fragrant. My right index finger and thumb pinched her nipple and my other hand spread over her scar and held it. "Oh Nick, I'm close! Suck me, please," She whispered. Her back arched and her head went back. Her heels pressed into my back near my shoulder blades as she sucked in her breath and held it. My lips surrounded her clit and I sucked hard on it. It was enough! Kim shuddered, screamed and then, after long seconds of tremors she relaxed and let out a long sigh. My head rested where her pubic hair would have been, if she had any. Her breathing returned to normal and she said, "Hey, Sailor, Wanna fuck?" My answer was in the form of action. I flipped her over, knelt behind her and lifted her ass to align with my cock. I pulled her hips back and slid into her pussy. I entered about an inch and stopped. "Oh please mister, have more to give me than that!" I smiled and gave her another inch. She pushed back, wanting more. "Nick, fill me up! First with your dick and then with your stuff! Please!" All the way in as slowly as I could. When my pubic bone pressed on hers I pressed hard. "Yesss!" My motions were slow as I pulled back, watching as my wet cock came out of her pussy, pulling on her lips. Just when I saw the head of my cock emerging I slammed back in, hard, clear to the bottom. As I bottomed out I began the slow withdrawal again. Five times I did that and Kim was getting frantic. "Do me hard and fast, Honey! Push me over the edge again!" I pride myself on being good at following directions. I glanced at the clock as I began pounding into her. 11:26pm. My hips pistoned my cock in and out of Kim as fast and hard as I was able. Quickly I felt my nuts draw up and my juices building pressure. Kim felt the pressure building too. My Invitation: Surprise Consequence [ Please read "My Invitation" (in Erotic Couplings) and "My Invitation: Grand Opening" (in Group Sex) as they are the beginnings of this tale. There is no explicit sexual activity in this chapter. The relationship between Nick and Kim is so much more than sexual, and totally sexual. I encourage women who read this story to write me, letting me know the feeling you have as you read Kim's story. Votes and comments (public or private) are encouraged from all readers on all my stories. ] The weekend after our first night at the Club Kim moved in with me. I called four friends and they helped us get all her stuff moved in one day. The next day was spent putting things away and rearranging my life. I had lived in the house ever since my parents passed and left it to me. Eight years to be more exact. Over that time I had shared the house with a few select house guests, friends, lovers for a weekend or even two, but Kim was the first to move in. The changes weren't even subtle. My eight years had transformed my mother's home into my bachelor pad. In her home there was a living room. In my home a TV media room, with big screen plasma TV and great surround sound stereo. In her home there were doilies on the backs of chairs and couches. In my home, a towel on the back of my recliner. Kim moved in and the house changed, my life changed and our life together was incredible. Within a week she bought material for new curtains, "To lighten the place up." I didn't know it was dark. It was. She got new sheets for our bed. I thought the old ones were fine. When she showed me the new ones I knew she was right, again. A month after we had moved together I was sitting at my desk at work when my phone rang. ID said it was Kim. "Hi Honey." "I just got a call from a hospital doing a seminar for women on breast cancer. They want me to speak. I want to do it and... I want you with me." "When?" "Saturday after next. The seminar goes from ten until four with me speaking from two-thirty to three-thirty." "My calendar has us at the Club the night before. I think I should call and change us to Saturday night, or maybe the next weekend." "Let's make it the next weekend. I want to be able to hang out with new friends after the seminar if we meet some." "Ok. I'll change or reservations. Which hospital?" I knew a nice restaurant near that hospital and told her I would reserve a table for us for after the seminar. When I called the restaurant they wanted to know how many would be in our party. I didn't know so I said eight. I made three invitations on my computer that I could give to couples at the seminar, inviting them to join us at dinner. When the day arrived Kim dressed in a suit. Business skirt and jacket with a white silk blouse underneath. As she pulled the skirt up I noticed no panties, just suspender hose. One more glance told me that she was not wearing a bra. She looked stunning. She had me wearing a dark charcoal suit with a blue shirt and dark tie. The opening speaker was an oncologist who spoke for an hour about research and treatment options. It was spoken as a clinician speaks. Lots of science and no heart or soul. The second speaker spoke about prosthetics and the healing process. Another clinician. The rubber chicken lunch wasn't bad but so far there had been no excitement. All the luncheon conversation was muted. Of the two hundred people attending I counted eighteen men. As we ate Kim kept looking around. She stopped looking and turned to me. "If you were speaking, what would you say?" "Here's Kim!" "Seriously. I feel something in this room and I need to speak to it. But, I can't quite identify it." "Sweetheart, the women in this room are afraid. If they don't have breast cancer they are afraid they will have it. If they do have it they are afraid they'll lose their breasts and stop thinking of themselves as women. They are afraid their men will leave them, that their sex lives will be over, that love will disappear. Whoever invited you here knows you are the one who can speak to all of those issues." "I hope you're right." At that moment a woman stepped up to the table and said, "Hi. I'm Marsha Whitehead, coordinator for today's program. You probably don't recognize me but I met the two of you at the Club not long ago." Kim stood and they embraced. I stood and she embraced me. As I embraced her I said, "I think I remember you. You were dressed a little more casually last time I saw you." We broke the embrace and she said, "I think last we saw each other you and I were in the showers." She sat with us and said, "Kim, I know you can feel the tension in the room. I invited you to speak because I need you to show them a woman who is who you are. A strong, sexy, alive woman who is still living life fully." ""I'm not sure what I should say." "Yes, you are. Just stand up there and tell them your story and about your sister. Tell them about Nick. Hell, if you feel inspired show them the hearts." Kim was quiet for a few moments and then looked at both of us and said, "I'm ready. Let's do this!" They stood and walked to the speaker's platform. The murmurs died in the crowd and Marsha spoke. "I have invited our last presenter to speak to you from a different context than the other speakers. Her name is Kim and she will tell you what she wants you to know. Please welcome Kim." Kim stepped up and Marsha backed away. She looked out at the crowd and said, "I need some information from you. If you have had a diagnosis of breast cancer, please raise your hand." Well over half the women in the room raised their hands. "Thank you. If you have not been diagnosed but fear the diagnosis may find you in the next fifteen to twenty-five years raise your hand, please." The rest of the room raised their hands. "If you are a man, please raise your hand." Eighteen of us raised our hands. There were a few giggles in the room. Uncomfortable giggles. "Thank you. If you raised your hand for me then you are who I came to speak to. I want to begin by telling you about my sister." She told the story of her sister and how painful it was for her to die of something she couldn't even call by name. She described the worry she had every day about finding a lump, and then finding it. She talked about seminars like the one they were in, trying to digest all the big words and jargon about her life and her limited options. She asked for a glass of water. She took a good sized drink. "Maybe it's stage fright or something but I'm feeling hot up here. Would it be Ok if I took off my jacket?" There were positive noises made and Kim unbuttoned her jacket and took it off. There was a stool beside the podium and she took the microphone and sat on the stool. I was sitting near the back of the room and I could see the light glint off her golden hearts. The room was silent. "On the eighth of November six years ago I had my breast removed in order to save my life. While I was recovering I heard my mother talking on the phone from my apartment. She said I had had a female problem and needed a little surgery. I got angry. Not at my mother, but at a society that loves us so little that they have taught us to hide anything that might hurt our status as sex objects. I made up my mind I wasn't going to be like my sister. I never bought the pads to fill the other side of my bras. I tailored my clothes so they fit well on both sides of my body. I told the people I work with and the people I see socially that I had breast cancer and now I don't." She stood up and walked across the stage. "I look healthy don't I? Almost a year ago I ran in the Revlon Run/Walk for breast cancer here in Los Angeles. I wore running shorts and a jog bra. I had tailored the jog bra to hold my "D" cup left breast and to fit snugly against my right side. One of the people who ran near me on that run was a man. He asked me out. We had dinner a few times. Each time we went out I offered him three choices of what I could wear on our dates. A cover me up completely, a dress that hinted that I might only have one breast and something that fit snugly. He picked snugly. When I asked him why he picked what he did he said he liked the color." A little laughter was heard. "I worried that he was a freak. Thoughts of, I'm no longer fully a woman, how could he be interested in a one tit wonder, went through my mind. He isn't a freak. He is a man who is and has been interested in me as a person and as the woman I am. His name is Nick and he is here today with us." She pointed and the room erupted in clapping and cheers. I smiled and waved. When the room calmed down Kim spoke again. "Nick has been a powerful lesson for my life. Because of my sister I knew I would not hide what happened to me, whatever the cost. I thought the cost might be living the rest of my life as an Amazon of legend, without a man beside me as warrior. I was wrong." She paused, then asked, "Are there any children in the room?" She waited and someone shouted out, "No!" "Then please close the doors for a few minutes. Let's not have anyone new come into the room." We waited and heard the doors close. Then Kim started unbuttoning her blouse. As she unbuttoned she talked. "The day my bandages came off my chest looked like someone had purposely disfigured me. I had no idea what I would see when I looked. The scars were red, swollen and angry. From my neck to my waist I was bruised and I hurt! The doctor who did the surgery smiled at me when he took the bandages off! Some of you know exactly what I describe because you have been there. Some of you may benefit by seeing that the red, swollen, angry marks don't stay red, angry and swollen." She put her blouse on the stool and faced the audience. She stood tall and proud. The bright lights hid nothing. She turned so that everyone could see her. As she turned the light struck the gold hearts on her chest. I heard murmurs from some people in the audience. Softly she spoke, "I am whole and complete, just as I am." She waited fifteen or twenty seconds and said it again, a bit louder. "I am whole and complete, just as I am." A woman in the front row stood and took off her jacket and blouse. Everyone in the room watched and some stopped breathing. Under the blouse was a substantial white bra. She unsnapped it and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were gone. The scars were a lot like the ones on Kim, only on both sides. When the bra dropped she had locked eyes with Kim and tears fell from both of them. They said it together, "I am whole and complete, just as I am." They said it a little louder. Then twenty women or more stood up and clothes fell to the floor. Kim spoke again and it was a choir, "I am whole and complete, just as I am." More women stood and Kim waited for them. Now the room vibrated with their energy and voices, "I am whole and complete, just as I am." Kim added, "My breasts do not make me a woman. My heart makes me a woman. My soul makes me a woman." The room repeated her words... five times. Looking around I felt overdressed. I looked at Marsha and she was in tears. I looked at Kim and she was on fire, crying and basking in the difference she had made. I felt so proud of her, so honored to be in her life. When the noise settled down Kim lifted the microphone and said, "I still have a little over half an hour of the time I was given. I will stay right here for any of you who would like to talk to me. For those who want or need to leave, I will not be offended. Please, let's not let anyone new into the room. I want to wait to get redressed." When the clapping died down I could not see either Marsha or Kim, they were surrounded on stage by fully dressed women and partially dressed women. One of the men in the room came over to me and gave me his card. His card said he was the head oncologist at an Orange County medical center. "You are with an extraordinary woman." He said. "Thank you. I agree." "Is there a way I can arrange for the two of you to come and speak at our conference in May?" I gave him my card and said he should contact us by email or snail mail to see what we could arrange. He smiled and wandered off. A waitress came up to me with tear tracks on her face. "Can I get you something? I think she will be busy a long time." "Diet Coke?" She smiled and was gone. Very quickly she was back with a diet Coke and a big glass of ice. I asked her how much. "You cannot pay! Your lady gave me my life back! She made me know I am not less of a woman!" She walked away, head held high. At the appointed time for the seminar to end an announcement was made that the doors would be opened and people who were not ready to see whole and complete women might be shocked. Lots of blouses went on. Fewer pads in fewer bras went back on. A trash can by the exit filled with expensive bras and prosthetics. Marsha walked Kim to our table. Kim looked at me and asked, "Are we Ok?" "I am so proud of you! I am the most blessed man on the planet." I stood and hugged her and kissed her. "I'm starved." "I have a reservation for eight." I said. "And I have one at the same restaurant for twenty more." Marsha said. She turned to those following, told them what restaurant and that if they wanted to join us we would enjoy it. Twenty minutes later we were seated and had ordered. We had arrived at the restaurant well before six. The restaurant closed at ten. They tossed us out at ten. All of us. Kim had accepted a dinner invitation for us for the next evening. She had also accepted one for Sunday evening. Two more nights without cooking at home. Sounded good to me. It was nearly midnight when we got home. Kim was beat. The emotions had run high since just before she started speaking. I undressed her and tucked her in bed. I think she was asleep before I got to the bathroom. At two minutes after nine the next morning the phone rang. I answered. "Hi, this is Marsha. Is Kim awake yet?" I looked at her and her hand came towards me from under the covers. "Yeah, just a sec." I handed her the phone. Fifteen minutes later she was off the phone and bubbling. Marsha had been given a bonus for booking such a great speaker! She wanted to drop by and give Kim her share. We got up, showered and dressed casually. Kim started breakfast. I answered the door. Marsha came in with her husband Mark. I led them into the kitchen. Kim had made enough food for the Third Air Force so Mark forced himself to eat breakfast with us. Marsha had toast and coffee. Kim served and Marsha told us her boss had called her at eight that morning. "He had heard from many of the organizations and individuals who were represented yesterday. He had almost a hundred and fifty emails this morning. So, he had a bonus delivered. In cash. We divided it in half and here is your half." Mark put a package on the table. Kim opened it and it was hundred dollar bills. She looked up and Mark said, "There are thirty-four hundred dollar bills in your hand. Thank you." Kim and I were in shock. We hadn't expected anything other than a free rubber chicken lunch. Marsha even paid for our dinner the night before. "Oh, there's more!" Marsha said. She dug into her purse and came out with an envelope. She handed it to Kim. She opened it and said, "It's a check! For a thousand dollars! What for?" "That's what we pay speakers. I forgot to tell you when you agreed to speak." "I'm sorry I missed that speech," Mark said. "It was incredible!" I said. Over the next months Mark heard and saw Kim speak. She spoke at five conferences for survivors, doctors, social workers and to psychologists. I spoke twice. Our circle of close friends has expanded and grown in both numbers and intimacy. I had never seen a woman with a piercing where her breast used to be before I saw Kim's. Two weeks ago we went with friends to a clothing optional beach and I saw at least ten women with hearts shinning in the sunlight, one piercing their nipple and one piercing the scar where their breast used to be. Kim's hearts have an "N" engraved on them. Four of the women at the beach showed their hearts to me, and they explained that the "K" engraved on their hearts were because Kim helped them find their hearts. Yesterday I bought two hearts with "K" engraved on them. I can feel them attached to my nipples, rubbing against my shirt right now. Kim will see them tonight when we go to the Club. She opened my heart too. I am a lucky man. My Invitation: The Grand Opening [[This story includes, but is not limited to, a woman with only one breast, oral, coitus and sex play among the people attending the Grand Opening. Please read "My Invitation" first. It will give you the background for this story. If the reality of breast cancer and the physical and emotional possibilities of it are not something you can read about, don't read this story. If, you believe as I do that what happens to us is not nearly as important as what we do with what happens to us, read on. I welcome feedback and comments, especially from women.]] * Three days before Opening Night I called Kim just to make sure she was still planning to go with me. Business had me traveling for the weeks just before the opening and our contact had been by email only. I had arrived back in town just hours before I called her number. She answered the phone by saying, "I'm already wet, in anticipation of Friday night." I smiled and asked, "Have you something appropriate to wear?" "You mean something that covers my naughty bits and leaves me open to exploration?" "Yes! That would be ideal." "See through is Ok?" "I'm certain it is more than Ok." "Then I'm ready. I want to dress for ease of removal between my house and the club. You Ok with that or would you like me in a little black dress and heels?" "Ease of removal is my favorite style on you. I caution you against wearing expensive shoes to this party. I would think we will be spending lots of time without our shoes on and I wouldn't want someone to go home in your expensive shoes, by mistake." "I wondered about that. I have some older heels that will go quite well with what I'm barely wearing." "If you're Ok with this plan, I will pick you up at five. At six the limo will pick us up at my house. We will arrive at or before six-thirty. By eight I think we will be eating." "The limo?" "Yes. I found out yesterday that the first twenty people who made reservations were offered limo service at no cost." "Ok! How about if I take Friday afternoon off and I bring my clothes to your house and get ready there?" "Can I play with your body before the party?" "I was hoping you would." "Then come on over. I'll leave work at eleven-thirty and be here by noon." "Can I ask a question?" "What?" "Are you hard?" "No. My dick is hard, I'm pretty easy." We laughed and the call was over. On Friday I arrived home less than a minute before Kim. She carried a small bag, her purse and a garment bag. I unlocked the door and held it for her. On her way passed me she kissed me and said, "Hi Honey, I'm home." I quietly said, "In my dreams." I didn't think she heard me. I showed her where she could get ready and asked if she wanted anything to drink. Iced tea. I made a pitcher. We clinked glasses and I left her alone. In my home office I heard the shower running in my bathroom. My thoughts went to when we had showered together in her bathroom. My cock liked the memory. After four I went to the other bathroom and showered and shaved and all the stuff I do to get ready for a date where getting lucky is a 100% guarantee. Inside the club I would be wearing a Japanese Happy Coat. It was really a short robe that covered me just beyond the dangle of my limp cock when it, the robe, was tied properly. It would be so tied while we had dinner and thereafter I intended to let the belt live alone over the back of a chair somewhere. On the way to the club I decided to wear old jeans, old western boots and a polo shirt. Ease of removal was what Kim said. I smiled as I dressed. We met in the living room at quarter to six. "We really don't have time to play, do we?" Kim asked. "Not before we go. I plan to play with you all night long." "I have a surprise for you. Do you want it now or at dinner?" "Now!" "Ok. Sit down." I sat on my couch, right in the middle. Kim was wearing old heels, thigh high nylons, a black skirt and a forest green blouse. She straddled my lap and kissed me. As we kissed she unbuttoned the blouse. When the kiss ended I looked down and she uncovered her breast. The nipple was now pierced and held a small gold ring with a tiny heart hanging from it. I looked closer. Engraved on the heart was an "N". "It's my gift to you." She said. I kissed it and played with the ring and heart with my tongue. Kim moaned and said, "I knew you would make me feel it all the way to my pussy!" I kissed/sucked it again and she moaned again with her hands on my head. Then she pushed me back away from her nipple. "Want the rest of the surprise?" "Damn right!" She flipped open the other side of her blouse and I saw another ring, another heart. If she had another breast it would have been hanging from her other nipple. As it was it hung flat to her chest where the nipple used to be. I didn't hesitate. I sucked the ring and heart into my mouth and played just as I had with the first one. The reaction was moans and hands holding my head to her chest. I wasn't finished playing with her new jewelry when the doorbell rang. We quickly gathered our belongings and went to the limo. Kim left everything at my house except the see-through clothes she would wear after we arrived. I took my ID, Kim's ID, a credit card and my house keys. When we pulled away from my place the driver said, "Please review the rules for tonight. We will be stopping to pick up one more couple on our way." We did stop in Brentwood in front of a very nice expensive home and another couple climbed in with us. They were about our ages and dressed like they had money. She was wearing a rock on the third finger of her left hand that screamed money. If it really was a yellow diamond of about four carets it was worth more than I made last year. He was wearing an Italian suit, silk tie and also had a diamond on his hand. He shook my hand, kissed Kim's hand and introduced us to his wife. His name was Jack, his wife was Crystal. She was wearing the little silver dress, shiny sliver hose and silver high heeled sandals. The neckline was low enough on her dress that both of her "D" cup breasts were almost half exposed. When Kim and I looked at her chest she said, "Jack bought them for me. I just love them. I spent most of my life as barely a "B" cup." Kim said, "I'm impressed." Jack said, "Since we'll be at the Club soon if you want to touch them you are welcome." Crystal flipped the front of her dress down and both tits bounced into view. Kim looked and then reached for Crystal's tits. She hefted them and then leaned to the nipple of the one closest to her. She kissed it and sucked it for some time. When she let go Crystal said, "They aren't as sensitive as when they were small, but don't they look great?" We agreed and Crystal covered them for the rest of the ride. The car stopped inside a building. None of us had paid any attention to how we got to the Club or what it looked like when we arrived. The driver let us out and ushered us to a double doorway. A big man in a suit stood by the door. We showed our invitation and he opened the door. For the next half an hour we were video taped, signed waivers and agreements and finally were taken to the dressing/undressing/locker rooms. I put all my clothes in the locker and put on the Happy Coat. It was white with Japanese writing on it. I had no idea what the words were or meant. Jack wore a short smoking jacket that was just long enough to cover his assets. It looked expensive and gaudy. When it opened I wondered where is dick was. I saw a nest of black hair and nothing else. We left the locker room together. When I saw Crystal I wasn't surprised. Great figure, made of plastic. She wore a thin robe that was floor length and hid nothing. Behind her I saw Kim. Her see-through robe was a light blue, barely hid her pussy at all and the gold of her new jewelry sparkled through the cobweb thick material. She was barefoot. So was I. Jack took Crystal's elbow and guided her toward the dining room. I embraced Kim and kissed her. She took hold of something sticking out in front of me and we went into the dining room. The man in a suit at the door said, "You must keep your cock covered until nine o'clock." Kim smiled and said, "One hand won't cover it all. I either have to swallow it or put it in my pussy." "Just cover it with his robe." The man smiled and answered. We went to an empty table and sat down. We watched the other couples come in, look around and choose where to sit. Kim and I saw a couple come in, look around and notice Kim. She said something to her guy and then she led him to our table. "May we join you?" He asked. "Certainly." Kim and I answered. They introduced themselves and we responded in kind. A silence hung over the table. I broke it. "In a little over an hour we will see most of these people naked. We will see oral sex, anal sex, threesomes and sex from every position. Right now you want to know some things about Kim and me. Ask." "When did you lose your breast?" Mary asked. "I didn't lose it. A doctor cut it off because I had cancer, four years ago." She asked good questions and finally got to ask why Kim was here, exposed and not hiding the scars or herself. "If seeing me gets women to check themselves more often, gets one woman to save her own life, than it's worth it for all of you to see me." Another couple arrived at our table. She wore crotchless panties and a top that barely covered her breasts. He wore baggy shorts. They sat, introductions were made and before anything else the other couples arrived to fill our table. Five couples at each of six tables. Dinner was served and soft music played in the background. The conversation at our table was about how we thought we got invited. I had no clue. I didn't see anyone I knew in the thirty people having dinner. One man thought he had been invited because he donated to a museum that had a controversial art exhibition a few months ago. Suddenly the woman wearing a non-see-through tiny top turned to Kim and said, "You only have one breast." "Yes. It was taken because there was cancer in it." "They left the piercing?" "No. I had it done weeks ago as a present for Nick." "Oh. You give it to him and you wear it?" "I get to look at them, play with them, kiss them, suck them and enjoy them. Sounds like a present to me, to me." I said. "I've never seen someone so open after having breast surgery." Another woman said. Kim explained her motivation to the people at our table. The woman closest to Kim's missing breast asked if she could trade seats with her male partner. He moved and she sat next to Kim. "Is the scar sensitive?" "Sometimes I think they took my breast but left all the nerves. The good part is that it doesn't hurt. You can touch, if you'd like." We all watched as the woman slowly, tenderly touched Kim's chest. She avoided the ring and the heart. I said, "Suck on the ring." Her eyes went up to Kim's face and Kim nodded. The woman leaned in and took the ring and heart into her mouth. Kim's head went back and she moaned. Dinner was over. Dessert had just been served. The woman sitting to my right asked if I would move, please. I did. She sat next to Kim and immediately took the other ring and heart into her mouth. Kim's arms held the two women to her chest. She panted, moaned and said, "Yes!" often. In less than five minutes the fingers of both women were in Kim's pussy and she exploded in orgasmic bliss. They backed off and let her recover. When Kim opened her eyes both women said, "Thank you," and sat back down. "I guess that means dinner is officially over." One husband said. He stood and eight hard inches guided him away from the table. I sat beside Kim and asked, "Where would you like to go? What or who would you like to do?" "I want to try a swing." I helped her walk and we followed the signs to a swing room. We were the first arrivals. A man waited inside to assist us. We got Kim comfortable in the swing and at the perfect height for joining with me. I opened my Happy Coat and allowed my Happy body part to find it's way inside Kim. A minute later as I slowly swung her onto and off of my cock a woman came up and said, "Can I suck you, please?" to Kim. Kim nodded and the woman walked around to Kim's side and bent to her scared side and sucked on the heart and ring. We joined and enjoyed being the focus of three other women and two men who wanted to suck and taste her breast and missing breast. When I came inside Kim, she screamed and came as well. She was stimulated by my actions and the man and woman ministering to her chest. Hands pulled me back a little and when my cock slipped out of Kim a mouth engulfed it and cleaned me. Another mouth attached itself to Kim's cunt and sucked all the juices and cum out of her. She came twice more. "Enough!" she cried and I stepped in, rescuing her from further stimulation. We went to another room. There were couches around a central bed on a platform. A man was fucking the woman on the bed. The woman was Crystal. He had her folded in half, her own legs pressed against her plastic tits. His long shaft penetrated her as if he were a plastic machine fucking a plastic woman. Kim sat on my lap and snuggled in. After a while she said, "That was so intense." "Yes. I think something is going on between you and all those women." "They don't even know it's me. They are making it with their biggest fear." "What would you like to do now?" "Get a diet Coke!" We did. Then a couple came to us and sat by us. The man looked at us and said, "Pat has a lump. We go to the hospital on Monday. Can we talk?" "Of course." Kim answered. They were both anxious and scared. Talking with us and seeing how we were together helped. They said so. Kim let both of them experience touching her, tasting her and knowing she was honestly enjoying her sexuality even without two breasts. When they left us Kim said, "I'm so glad you invited me." "So am I. I think you are glad because it has opened so many conversations with the women about what they fear. I appreciate that but it isn't why I'm glad." "And, why are you glad?" "Maybe I'm crazy, but I've been finally realizing something. Every time I talk with you, every time I've been with you, every time I think about being with you, I'm happier, more excited about life than I was before." She smiled and leaned to me for a kiss. The kiss was soft and gentle. When it ended she only pulled back two inches. "Furthermore, I am so touched by the hearts with an "N" in them. Someone else would have that mean they are a decoration for tonight. When you showed them to me I had them mean much more." Kim smiled again and softly asked, "How much more?" "I made it mean that you love me... almost as much as I realize I love you." Our lips met again and her tongue entered my mouth. Her hands held my shoulders and then she ended the kiss. "You're wrong, you know." "I am?" "Yes. I don't love you almost as much as you love me." She paused. "You love me almost as much as I love you." My hands held her face and we kissed again. Her hands held my cock and inspired a full erection. Before she could do more than inspire a voice interrupted us. "Excuse me, this is an area where food is present. The rules require you to go somewhere else to play." The fully dressed server spoke softly but made his point. We needed to take our activity to another room. "Where would you like to go?" I asked. "Anywhere where we can join as slowly as possible. I want to savor this joining like no other. You told me you love me." We went to a small private room and locked the door behind us. It had not been used or the staff had cleaned it perfectly since the last visitors. The sheets on the bed were lavender and high thread count so they were soft and inviting. Beside the bed a dimmer switch allowed us to control the light intensity. Kim lowered the lights to a soft level and molded herself to me. We explored skin and feelings for a long while, standing beside the bed. When I sat on the bed I moved so my back was against the headboard and had Kim sit between my knees facing away from me. I used the lotion from the night stand and applied it my hands, to warm it. Once it was warm I worked it into and onto her shoulders and neck. Lightly and then more firmly my strokes warmed her skin and my hands. She leaned forward and I worked lotion into her back. With long strokes near her spine and then out along her ribs and around to the front of her chest. She made all the right noises as I worked her torso. I felt her body relax and her breathing slow. I applied more lotion to my hands and then put them on her thighs. I started on the outsides and slowly worked my way to the insides. She leaned back against my chest and I found my lips near her neck. I could breathe in her scent and touch her neck with my kisses. "Oh, Nick. You know my body better than anyone ever has. You kiss me and I melt." My finger slowly slipped inside her vagina, feeling her slipperiness. "I can feel you melting." I whispered. She gently slapped my hand. I slid my fingers farther inside her. She sighed. We sat holding and caressing for a while. I had the advantage; she was in front of me while I sat behind her. Then, she slowly turned and used her hands and mouth to pleasure me. Her kisses found my mouth and her hands massaged my shaft. I'm sure I moaned. Her eyes looked deep into mine and I was lost in the look. Without breaking the eye to eye connection she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. The goal was not to get me off quickly. The goal seemed to be to get me so hot I melted in her mouth. It almost worked. Before it did she stopped and moved onto my lap. She invaginated me and offered her breast and heart to my mouth. I accepted and took the heart on her chest in my mouth. My hand caressed her breast. She lifted an inch or so and sat back down. Time didn't exist. The Club didn't exist. The Universe shrank to the size of the bed. Joined into a single being we moved together as one for as long as we did. When we increased the pace we smiled at each other and knew we were headed for a wonderful orgasm. A shared orgasm. Kim's head tilted back. She took a big breath and ground her clit and pussy against me. I lifted my hips and speared up into her. We groaned, moaned and it became a bellow from me and Kim repeating, "I love you! I love you! I love you!" Louder and louder. We dozed with her still in my lap, my arms around her waist and hers around my shoulders and neck. When I opened my eyes she said, "I'm hungry again." We showered, dried each other and walked back to the food area. There were five or six couples sitting and enjoying snacks. We sat at a table where two other couples were eating. They saw us come in and motioned to us. "Enjoying the evening?" A fiftyish man asked. He was mostly salt and a little pepper haired and wearing a gray Happy coat like mine. The lady beside him was no more than thirty, bottle blond with brown roots and ski slope tits. She also had a small tattoo on the side of her right breast of a scorpion. "We are loving it." "We are too," his lady said. "Did you join?" He asked. "Not yet." "If you join before the evening ends there is a three hundred dollar discount. I'd pay the full price, but the discount is great." I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure we wanted to join. Three seconds after I had that thought I realized I'd made an internal transition from me to we. The blond said, "I'm Janice and he's Mike. We live in Encino. Can I ask a question?" Kim and I nodded. "What happened?" "I had cancer and they removed my breast to save my life." "You sure seem healthy to us," Mike said. My Invitation: The Grand Opening "I am healthy." She faced Janice and asked, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure!" "When was the last time you examined your breasts?" "Mike does it, often." She smiled and looked like she knew that wasn't a good answer. "Did anyone ever teach you both how to do it?" "No," they both answered. "May I teach you?" They nodded again and the next few minutes had Mike and Janice learning how to examine Janice's breasts. Kim examined her first, then had Janice do herself. Mike wanted to learn so Kim had Janice stand in front of him and had him reach around her. They didn't find any problems. Kim talked to them about how often they should examine and what to do if they felt any changes. When they sat back down Kim noticed the mood in the room had changed from sexy to clinical. "Can we get out of the food area and play?" She asked. We all stood and moved to the room with the bed in the middle. It was unoccupied. Only three other couples were in the room and they were spread out on couches near the walls. Kim went directly for the big bed and had Janice lie on it. She turned to Mike and asked, "Can I watch you eat your wife?" "Sure. I love eating pussy!" He knelt by the bed and dove into his wife's pussy. Kim went around the bed and lay beside Janice, facing her pussy. She said, "Nick, honey, it's been almost an hour since I came last time. Could you lick me? Give me the tongue lashing I want?" I went around the bed and gave her exactly what she wanted. She watched Mike as he ate his wife. And, she talked to him. "Mike, go softly. Don't press right now. Just touch her lips with the tip of your tongue." "Yes, just like that." I listened and did to her exactly what she was coaching Mike to do. "Mike, probe inside her cunt with your tongue. Don't fuck her with it, just probe. Feel the slippery sides and taste the juices she's making for you." ""Does that feel good, Janice?" "Oh God, yes! I love it!" "Hear her, Mike? She loves what you're doing to her. No hurry. Now suck on one lip. Pull on it with your lips, just a little. Oh, that looks so good." She paused and waited while Mike and I catered to her instructions. "Use your hands, Mike. Hold her legs open and lick her from her taint to her clit." "Slowly, Mike. Slowly." "Foreplay isn't a race, this time. Give her the attention every woman wants sometimes. This is you giving her pleasure. You getting pleasure by giving pleasure. Take a slow deep breath through your nose. Smell that? That is her body saying how much she loves what you're doing to her." Kim's pussy smelled like heaven. I loved how she tasted and smelled. "Oh Mike. Press with your tongue, right next to her clit. Then move your tongue around her clit. Yes! That's perfect." "Mike, you are an attentive lover. Can you feel her starting to quiver? I can see her pussy starting to quiver. She's getting close to cumming Mike." "Lick her from taint to clit and brush across it with each stroke." "Feel that Mike? That was the first earthquake tremor. Keep doing what you're doing." Kim shuddered. She was as close as Janice to cumming. "Are you hard, Mike?" He nodded. His eyes were closed and had been for a long time. "Suck on her clit Mike. Touch it with your tongue and suck on it." Janice's back arched. Her hands grabbed the sheets and she screamed! Her ass came completely up off the bed and Mike never lost contact with her pussy. Sweat popped out on Janice's skin and she shuddered even as her body still arched. "Put her on the bed Mike and slide your hard cock inside her pussy! Go slowly, Mike." "Yes!!" Mike slid into his wife, watching his cock as it disappeared inside her. When he was all the way in she grabbed his arms and pulled him down on top of her. "Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me deep and forever!" Janice called out. His hips began pistoning and they kissed. Janice's arms were around his neck and her legs pointed at the ceiling. When the kiss ended Mike bellowed and his body stiffened. I was inside Kim and we arrived at out climax seconds after Mike and Janice. Our kiss was a magical experience. I didn't care where the coaching came from in Kim's history. I was just glad I was there to benefit. The four of us lay on the bed recovering for some time. One of the other couples came up to us and thanked Kim for the coaching. They did what she coached and thanked Kim for the coaching. Mike was near the head of the bed next to Janice, then Kim and finally me at the foot. Janice sat up and helped Kim sit up. They faced each other and Janice said, "The only time I ever kissed another woman it was because I knew Mike wanted to see me do it. This time, it's because I want to. Thank you, Kim." They embraced and kissed for a long time. A gong sounded from somewhere. A male voice spoke from a hidden speaker in the room. "In one hour we will be locking the doors at the end of this party. We sincerely hope you have enjoyed the evening. If you have not purchased a membership please see us before you leave. There are discounts available for you. Thank you, and good morning." We walked with Mike and Janice to the dressing area, showered and dressed for the trip home. When we came out of the dressing rooms we were met by a staff person. "Would you please step inside this office?" He held the door. We entered. He said, "You may have heard we were offering discounts to those who join tonight." "Yes. Mike mentioned it." "Well, what he mentioned was the discount we offered he and Janice. Yours is different." "How different?" "The listed price for a couple is $1100 for a year. For the two of you the price is one hundred dollars. We want you here." "Wait! I didn't hear you correctly. You cut the price by a thousand dollars?" "Yes. Interested?" I turned to Kim and she looked at the man and said, "Explain." "I am not a staff member. I'm Pete and I own the Club. My sister died of what started as breast cancer. I watched her suffer and I've watched her husband, widower, hurt for years as he has raised their kids without her. Then, tonight, I watched how you touched lives with your willingness to be the sexy woman you are. I watched how the two of you model a loving relationship. The discount is my way of saying thanks and my way of making sure other couples get to meet you." Kim looked at him and then at me. "I'm sorry. We cannot accept the discount." "Why not?" He asked. "Because the chart says we need to show that we live together, and Nick hasn't asked me to live with him... yet." Her smile was brighter than the lights on Christmas morning. "Kim, I love you. Will you live with me... starting today?" "Yes! By Sunday night I can be moved in, if I can find some one to help me." "I think that can be arranged." I turned back to the Club owner and said, "So, if you can wait a week or so our driver's licenses will match and we will join." He smiled and handed us the membership cards already printed with my address on both cards. In the limo Crystal and Jack asked if we joined. Kim said we had. Jack wanted to know if we got the discount. I said, "We got more than that. Kim is moving in with me starting today." When the limo stopped at their house in Brentwood we kissed them good-bye and Jack asked, "When will we see you at the Club?" "In two weeks," Kim said. "We need a little time to get settled between now and then." That was a year ago. Every time we call for a reservation Gemini asks what time we would like the limo to arrive. We met Pete's brother and he is coming out of mourning more and more. He says Kim and I help. I like thinking he tells the truth. My Invitation "Fill me up, cowboy! Can you give me a quart of whipped cream? I'd like that!" First I moaned and my body tensed. Then I shuddered and it felt like the end of my cock blew off. That was followed by another pulse of my juices pumped into Kim. Another pulse and she said, "Ding, that's a pint! Got anymore for me?" I did. In decreasing amounts I pulsed three more times and then I was done. "Get off quick or I'll have a wet spot to sleep on all night." I moved quickly so that I could drink down our combined juices and she cleaned my cock as I cleaned her pussy. We tasted good and Kim squirmed her way into another orgasm before she begged me to stop. When we woke up it was daylight. Kim wanted me for breakfast and I gave her what she wanted. In the afterglow I lay next to her and touched her scars and her breast. "Your scar is quite sensitive isn't it?" "Sometimes I think the surgeon took my breast and nipple but left all the nerves behind." "Please, teach me how to bring you pleasure there." She smiled and for the next while my fingers, hand and mouth explored her chest with lots of feedback about what felt good, better and oh-my-God!! When the alarm rang Kim told me that she needed to get up and start her day. I had an afternoon appointment as well so we did get up, shower and shared breakfast at a nearby haunt of Kim's. We parted in the parking lot with her saying, "I'll call your home phone and leave the license number and whatever else you need. I'll go with you to the party."