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My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 01

By: Fable



"Hey, Tucker, we're going to get laid, want to go?" Harry asked. "Sarge and Dan are already out in the car, come on." It was a payday and everyone else had cleared out of the barracks. I had money in my pocket so I went along.

The two NCOs sat in the front. Dan drove Sarge's big Buick. Harry and I sat in the back. Sarge took a swig of whiskey from a pint bottle and passed it around. We headed north, I believe, out of Phoenix.

I never understood why they invited me to go with them. Except for being in the same squadron, we had little in common. They were aircraft mechanics, I was their clerk. The three of them had done tours in Viet Nam, which they talked about constantly, telling stories of their adventures in Nam and Rest and Relaxation leaves to Japan. I had not been out of the states, yet. 

We found the small town and stopped at a service station to get directions to the brothel, only that's not what we called it. "We're going to get our ashes halled," Dan told the pump jockey who laughed as he pointed out how to get to a big house on a dark side street.

The madam was short, big busted and had a bad disposition. She opened the door, looked us over and with a skeptical frown on her face. Looking beyond us, up and down the street, she ushered us inside. 

The front room was small, lined with chairs on two walls, there was just enough space for the four of us to stand as we looked over the five girls the madam had assembled.

They stood in a row, showing allot of skin, wearing short skirts and not much up top, presenting themselves with one leg out front. They ranged from knockout beautiful to, what's a nice way to put it? Dogs. I stood there, uneasy, rating them one through five. As the junior member of the group I knew my place, I would go last. Dan picked my 'one' and headed down the hall with her. 

"Go ahead Randy," Harry said to me and Sarge, that's what we always called him, repeated what Harry had said. "Yeah kid, go ahead." I motioned for the tall slim blond, my number two. Harry was taking my number three and I heard Sarge say he would take the other two. Sarge had had more to drink than the rest of us.

"I'm Polly," my number 2 said as she led me down a hall and into a room on the left side of the narrow hallway. In addition to the small bed there was a sink. 

"Let me see your cock," she ordered as she closed the door. I whipped it out and she inspected me. Satisfied, she quoted the prices. "A straight fuck is 10 bucks, suck and fuck is 25, round the world is 50." 

I peeled out two 10's and a 5 and ordered 'a suck and fuck,' trying to sound confident and experienced. "Take off your clothes," Polly ordered as she opened the door and stuck her hand holding the bills through the opening, closing the door, empty handed.

She shed the little fringy thing she was wearing to cover her tits, then the little skirt. Being slim, her tits were not large but there was allot of sag to them . Her bush was fine blond hair. I was having difficulty pulling my shirt over my head. My girl friend from back home had sent it, a heavy black shirt with lots of buttons around the neck. Polly became impatient and tried to help. We both fumbled with the buttons, me getting hard, seeing an honest to goodness pussy for the first time. 

She had me lay on the small bed, my cock poking up. Polly bent over and took me into her mouth. I thought I would cum immediately. She made slurping sounds and moaned as if my cock was special, the best she had ever tasted. I warned her, "Careful, you're going to make me cum." 

"Want me on top?" 

Hell no, I wanted to be on top. I got no argument from Polly. She grabbed a pillow, saying she would sit on her throne. I played with her tits as she inserted my cock into her pussy. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?" she asked me. I was slamming into her as hard as I could. "It must come naturally," I answered, knowing that I could not hold out much longer. 

As I was putting my shirt back on there was a knock on the door. "We're done," Polly yelled out to the knocker. The whole thing had seemed mechanical. She must have known that she was my first but had done nothing to make it special. The obvious way she had faked pleasure pissed me off. While I wasn't asking for my money back, it had been the best five minutes of my life, the experience left an unfulfilled feeling as if there was something missing.

We gathered back in the small front room, sitting together, joking with the girls, waiting for Dan who was taking an extraordinarily long time with my number one.

In the car, passing the bottle around, Sarge bragged about his time with the two girls. "I was fucking one of them and said I wanted to fuck the other one. They changed places and I fucked the other one." Surprised that no one had gone for seconds, I announced that I was going back in. Sarge passed me the bottle, saying I should have another drink first. 

The madam gave me a grouchy look but stepped aside and let me in. The line up was the same. Just as I was picking my number one, Tess was her name, there was a knock on the door. The others had followed me but I had gotten what I wanted, Tess. And I knew what I wanted. I had five 10s folded in my pocket.

Tess' room was across the hall from Polly's. "Drop your pants and show me your cock," she ordered as soon as we got inside. I told her that Polly had already passed me. She didn't care, she had to see my thing for herself. It seemed to surprise her that I wanted an 'around the world.' 

As she watched me strip she went into a canned speech. Without my asking the question, 'what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?' she told me how she had gotten started. She and another girl had set up business in a trailer at the edge of a town. Businessmen from the town had given them tips, how to clean up between tricks and how to stay on the right side of the law. 

While telling me her story she moved toward the door, opening it, poking the bills I had given her through, and continuing the story while I was getting my shirt off. 

Tess began by kissing every part of my body, paying special attention to my nipples before moving down my stomach and engulfing my cock. Compared to the other four girls, Tess was beautiful. She was younger, there was very little sag to her tits and her tummy was flat with only a slight bulge. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. There was a no nonsense approach to the way she conducted business. When she wanted to know if she could be on top I said sure. She was about five feet two and maybe one hundred pounds. Like a jumping jack, she bounced up and down on my cock while balancing herself with one hand on my chest. There was a slight bounce in her firm round tits. It was wonderful. I was relaxed, not worried about coming too soon but she must have known some tricks because it wasn't long before she had my nuts screaming for release. Even as my cock deflated, it felt like it was being wrung out from the constant milking action by her pussy walls. She watched my reaction, a determined look on her face. She seemed to take pleasure in bringing me off so quickly. 

As we dressed she continued her story about the trailer at an edge of town and how the businessmen had kept the local police from busting them for prostitution. Reaching up to help me with the buttons on the shirt my girl friend had given me, she said, "if I get to Phoenix sometime will she show me a good time?" 

I didn't answer soon enough. We heard the sharp knock on the door. "Yeah, we're coming," Tess yelled. She gave me a quizzical look, her eyebrows raised. I nodded. She gave me a warm little girl smile.

On the way back to the base Dan razzed me for giving Tess my name and unit. Sarge, who was beginning to slur his words, was less critical. Harry howled, thinking it hilarious that I would take up with a whore. 

Dan had overheard me tell her I was Randy Tucker and the name of our squadron. She had smiled and said she would count on me to show her a good time. Since she had not written anything down I decided she was just stringing me along, like Polly asking, 'where did you learn to fuck like that?'

We each had a slug of whiskey and settled back for the ride back to the base. Sarge went to sleep. The others were quiet, lost in their thoughts, I suppose, as was I. All in all, it had been a very enjoyable and entertaining evening. Being included in the older guys party was almost as important to me as getting laid. Having a willing pardner was allot easier than trying to get a date to go 'all the way.' There was a girl in Phoenix that I dated but not on a steady basis because every date ended the same way, in frustration. Mary Ann was 18, just out of high school and a virgin. I could get her sopping wet with the lips of her pussy turned inside out. She would say stop and we would spend the next 15 minutes cooling off before starting up again. Those nights would always end the same, me promising myself I wouldn't call her again. But she was a cute girl and a good kisser and I would acquiesce. In some respects, those nights with Mary Ann were more fun than paying a prostitute to open her legs. More painful and less rewarding but fun just the same.

Having broken the barrier to what I perceived as my personal inexperience, I called Mary Ann for a date the next Friday night. By telling her I wanted to see a certain movie, I knew she would wear a skirt to look presentable. Once when I told her we would just drive around because I was short on money she had worn shorts. There was no way I could get them off of her. Seeing their daughter leave the house in a skirt was more acceptable to her parents who were skeptical of me anyway.

My plan in those days was always the same. Get out of the movie about 10 p.m., go to a deserted road near her house that Mary Ann had told me about and dry hump her, gradually moving her skirt up. She wouldn't have anything to do with me playing with her tits so I had stopped trying. Twice, when I had gotten a hand inside her bra I had discovered they were small anyway. Mary Ann knew my plan. She pushed her pelvis up to meet me, letting the skirt make its way up her thighs. I didn't know it then but I was probably rubbing her clit with each hump. God, she was hot! The aroma of her juices spotting her panties was captivating. 

My plan was to move her panty crotch to the side and move my cock up and down her wet slit. But this involved timing, first I had to unzip my pants and risk her hearing the zipper go down, dig my stiff cock out of my shorts, and move the panty aside. I had the timing down, we had gone through the drill five or six times. I'll swear she wore old panties on our dates. New ones are too snug at the bottom to be moved aside easily.

The sound of my zipper made an ear shattering sound. Miraculously, Mary Ann didn't hear it. In the dark I fumbled with my cock, cursing myself for wearing jockey shorts which were stretched to the maximum. Supported above her on my right elbow, I only had my left hand free to do everything. Freeing my cock, letting it breath in the cool Arizona night air, I felt for the bottom of her panties. The crotch was soaked. So far so good.

My cock touched her. The feel was exquisite. Now, to let go of the panty with my left hand and take hold of my cock to guide it up and..... "STOP!"

We sat up and I zipped up. Mary Ann pulled the skirt down to cover her legs and moved to the far side of the car, sitting I knew, on wet panties. We breathed deeply; neither of us spoke. I reached into the glove box and found a pack of stale cigarettes. Lighting one, I offered it to her, knowing that neither of us smoked on a regular basis, was surprised when she took a puff..

I turned on the radio. Looking back, I should have talked to her about what had happened, so many times. Throwing the cigarette out the window I reached for her and she came willingly. We kissed and I rubbed her back. The kisses became more passionate but when I made a motion to lay us down she said it was getting late and she had to go home. 'You're right,' I thought, 'it's getting late.' 

"You've been out with that 18 year old again, haven't you?" Dan asked.

"Why do you say that?"

"You've been sniffing at the same finger all morning, go wash your finger, it's making me horny."

We spoke on the phone twice after that. Once I called Mary Ann just to say hi and again three months later to say goodbye. I was calling from the train station where I would begin the first leg of a trip that would take me overseas.

Another payday. Nothing was said about making another trip to the brothel. Harry and I drove around town looking for females to pick up but like so many other nights, we struck out. A heavy flight schedule made us work long hours the next week, right through the weekend. By the end of the next week I was looking forward to a couple of days off, even though I was broke and payday was not until Monday.

About 4:30 p.m. I got word that a call had come for me at squadron headquarters, there was a message for me. Sarge looked at his watch and told me to go over and see what it was. I walked the half mile from the flight line to the small building that housed our commander and his staff, glad to be off work a little early. The first sergeant handed me a pink slip, saying I could use a phone on a nearby desk. I was to call Laura at the Marriott. It was a Phoenix number.

"Laura?"

"Hi, Randy?"

"This is Randy, who is this?"

"Oh Randy, I'm sorry, you know me as Tess, that's my work name, we met, you remember? at the....."

"Tess," I exclaimed too loudly and noticed the first sergeant had looked up from his work, which I had disturbed.

"Please call me Laura, that's my real name," the soft voice said.

"Laura, I will, hi, are you in Phoenix," I said, thinking immediately, what a dumb thing to say.

"You said you would show me a good time if I got to town, remember?"

"Yeah, yes I do but...it's just that this is a bad time."

"Do you have a date or something?"

"No, that's not it."

"What is it Randy?"

"Well, it's a....fin...it's....I'm short on cash."

"Oh, is that all? Randy, do you know where the down town Marriott is? No wait, I'll pick you up, when can you be ready?"

"Laura, did you hear me? I'm broke until Monday."

She said not to worry about that and I told her I could be ready by the time she got there. She wanted to know where my barracks was located on the base. I took a fast shower and spent 15 minutes deciding what to wear.

Three guys were standing near the car and another pair were across the street, gawking at the car and its occupant. Tess, no Laura, sat in the passenger's seat of the bird shell blue Corvette. The first thing I noticed was the wide brimmed straw hat, perched atop her shoulder length light brown hair. She smiled as I approached, lowering the dark shades, she shook her head sideways to direct me to the driver's side. When I got seated she leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek. I looked at her, mouth gapping, unable to fathom the transformation from the skimpy clothes I had seen her wearing at the brothel. She was dressed in white pantsuit, black patent leather boots with two inch heals, a starched white shirt with pearl bottons and a back ribbon necktie. She wore very little makeup and her scrubbed schoolgirl look was refreshing. I was so glad that I had decided to wear slacks and a sport coat. I even had a tie in my pocket, just in case.

As I pulled away from the curb I got a peek at the guys on the sidewalk, envy oozing out of their pores. One of the guys across the street whistled. I smiled at Laura, thinking to myself, 'I know what her legs look like under those pants, none of these guys can say that. Or, could they?'

"How old are you?" Laura asked as we approached the main gate. I turned in the visitor's placket, thinking about how I should answer her. "Nineteen, why?"

"Good, I won't be able to take you to any bars or night clubs, that's good," she said, conviction in her voice.

"You look nice," I said, still unable to believe my eyes. "Did you see those guys back there?"

She smiled timidly at me, the no nonsense exterior that I had seen in the brothel had disapeared, someplace in hiding. "How about dinner and a movie, we can talk while we eat and relax in the movie, how does that sound?"

'What was happening? Why had she chosen me? Dinner and a movie, with her, perfect,' I thought..

"Tell the valet we won't be needing the car tonight, we can walk, okay?"

We walked through the lobby, her arm in mine. She carried a small black patent leather purse in a white gloved hand. Her stride was sure and swift, making me square my shoulders and walk tall beside her.

The suite had three rooms and a balcony overlooking a rooftop pool below. We stepped out to a balcony. She had removed her jacket, gloves and the shades. "You didn't bring a shaving kit," she exclaimed, pinching my cheek, then looking out at the skyline. As she raised one hand to shade her eyes I noticed a line in her cheek, a laugh line, the beginning of what could become a wrinkle. I wondered how old she was.

"That's okay, we can pick up a razor between the restaurant and the movie. The stores will still be open," she said, lowering her hand and looking back at me. The line had disappeared.

She had the evening planned, already having chosen where we would have dinner and the movie she wanted to see. She had a large salad and a small piece of fish, saying that she had to watch her figure. I had a steak. 

She was 28. It didn't really come up, she volunteered. I didn't pry, letting her divulge as much information as she wanted me to know. Nor did she ask me anything more personal than where I was from and how large my family was. She said she didn't want stories; she had heard all the stories. "If we become better friends I'll want to know all about you and I'll tell you anything you want to know. But for now, let's enjoy the weekend together, sound good?"

As we ate, I took notice of things about her. She displayed an air of confidence. Her table manners were better than mine, her vocabulary was limited but her grammar was perfect and she wore no jewelry, no rings or bracelets, no dangling earrings, nothing to attract attention. There was a clear stain on her long fingernails. She had that clean looking girl look. Sitting tall in my seat, I was proud to be in her company.

When the waiter dropped a leather folder containing the check at our table she motioned to my coat pocket. I reached for the handkerchief pocket and she shook her head, moving her hand inside her jacket. I reached inside my coat and pulled out a one hundred dollar bill. 

"I took the liberty when you were taking so long to comb your hair," she said after the waiter had left with our check. I looked at her, surprised, wanting to say something, to let her know how appreciative I was. She had handled the check discreetly, not calling attention to who was really paying for our dinner. She waved me off, "you have very nice hair, I don't blame you for taking so long."

She watched closely as I tucked bills for the waiter's tip into the leather folder, then looked away to show that she approved of the amount I had left. I tucked the change into my pocket, knowing that she would be offended if I even offered for her to take it. The waiter was there to help Laura with her chair and to bid us good night. She took my hand as soon as we were on the street. 

We stopped at a drug store for my razor, a toothbrush and toothpaste. She placed a bottle of men's cologne on the counter and smiled up at me as I paid for our purchases. I carried the bag in one hand and took her hand in mine as we left the store. Her plans were perfect, the movie was just starting as we took our seats. 


My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 01



I put my arm around her and she leaned close to me, taking my free hand in hers. She squeezed my hand from time to time during the movie. As we walked back to the hotel and discussed the movie I realized the hand squeezing had something to do with the parts of the movie that she wanted to me to remember, to discuss.

Laura had an arm around my waist when an older couple stepped into the elevator with us. The woman gave us a peculiar look and glanced at her husband with the sign that married couples use to say, 'take notice, we'll discuss this later.'

Laura increased her hold on me and in her best southern accent, "He's my little brother, I'm jest so happy to see him," she said gazing up at me, wide eyed and smiling. The elevator stopped and the older couple got off without looking back. "Have a nice time tonight, we plan to," Laura said without a trace of the accent she had displayed earlier.

"I was born in Alabama," she confided to me. While I had picked up traces of an Alabama accent, it seemed to come and go. For the most part, Laura's speech was fairly generic, devoid of those colloquialisms that the guys from the south often used to so eloquently to express themselves.

She asked me to pour her a drink while she changed clothes. There was a bottle of scotch and a bucket of ice on the small bar. I placed two ice cubes in each glass and poured enough scotch to cover the ice. I poured some water into my drink but waited to see if she wanted water in hers. She didn't.

She surprised me, appearing in a long silk nightgown and and a long sleeved matching robe. She took her drink and moved toward a settee. We had been together for over five hours and I had seen no skin, no leg and no tits. In the 15 minutes we had spent together before she had been totally naked most of the time. What's more, she had removed all traces of her makeup. 

She stretched out on the settee and put her bare feet in my lap. I rubbed a foot with my free hand while taking short sips of my drink. Contentedly, Laura sipped her drink slowly and presented her other foot to be rubbed. I asked if she wanted a refill and she shook her head, dreamily closing her eyes.

"You can use that room," she said, pointing to a door behind the bar. The shock must have shown on my face. She got up and came near me, placing one hand on my head. "I'm Laura today, I like being Laura sometimes." She patted my head, "you have nice hair, goodnight," she said as she left the room. 

{to be continued}

{My thanks to Patrick}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 02



{continued from part 1. Randy Tucker, age 19 had met Laura, a prostitute in a brothel. She suggested they spend a weekend together in a Phoenix hotel suite. On the first night of the weekend they slept in separate rooms.} 

In the night, I have no idea what time it was, Laura slid into my bed. Half awake, half asleep, I put my arm around her. It seemed like the natural thing to do. Her body quivered as if she was crying but I didn't hear her cry. Her body became still. She had her back to me with my left arm around her waist. Still half asleep I was aware of her body, warm and soft against me but there was nothing sexual about it. I was too sleepy to be in danger of becoming hard. We must have gone back to sleep. When I awoke she was gone. 

I got up and used the bathroom and my new toothbrush. As I left my bedroom I could see that a breakfast trolley had been delivered. Taking a glass of orange juice, I found Laura on the balcony, sipping coffee. She was still wearing the nightgown and had scuffs on her feet. Her light brown hair sparked in the sunlight but there was no sign of makeup on her face. She smiled at me.

"How did you sleep?"

"Fine," I answered. Neither of us mentioned her visit to my bed during the night.

"Let's have breakfast, I ordered eggs for you, I hope that's okay."

In addition to eggs, there was bacon and toast. She had a fruit cup, cold cereal and more coffee. "We'll go shopping," she said. "You need underwear and socks."

"I could get used to this," I said laughing, "staying in a plush suite and spending your money."

"Thank you for last night, that was fun," she looked at me and smiled, with no trace of the guarded look I had seen on her face in the brothel. "Now put that new razor to use, I've got a whole day of being Laura to look forward to and I want you to be clean shaven." 

She wanted to buy me some casual clothes. We settled on a pair of short twill pants, a short sleeved sport shirt, underwear and socks. When it came time to pay I realized there was not enough money left from the money she had given me the night before. As the sales clerk rang up the items Laura stepped past me to place another package of sheer silk briefs on the counter. She was wearing a Harvard University T-shirt, a Boston Red Sox baseball cap and gray baseball pants. The pants were baggy but the material clung to her body as she moved. She took my hand and moved it to her hip. I felt the soft material and the smooth curve of her butt as she guided my hand into the small hip pocket. Feeling the unmistakable crinkle of money, I moved my chin down to her shoulder, smelling her hair and feeling her cheek against mine. The clerk, having keyed in the price of the briefs that she had selected for me, looked up to see us grinning at one another. 

She wore the Red Sox cap most of that day, her light brown hair sticking out the opening in the back of the hat and flowing down in a loose pony tail. She wore the hat even while trying on various items of ladies underwear. I sat in a chair just outside a dressing room door, holding my bundle in my lap as she paraded in front of me in skimpy bra and panty sets, thongs and shear over garments that left nothing to the imagination. I was getting skin and the sight was affecting me. Two sales clerks, a middle aged matronly looking lady and a skinny young girl attended to our needs. The older lady kept the younger one busy chasing around the racks, sending her to fetch more items of styles in which Laura expressed interest, going back for a smaller size or a wider selection of colors. They indulged us, seeming to know Laura. As the stack of selected items grew, I wondered how we would pay for everything. I probably had $50 left in my pocket from the two 100 dollar bills Laura had given me. 

I swallowed hard when she appeared, wearing a tiny green bra that only covered the bottom half of her tits and a matching thong. "How about this honey?" Laura ask, the pony tail bouncing on her neck as she whirled to give me a view of her smooth butt cheeks. I held my bundle in my lap, squirming to reposition my cock. I'm sure the look in my eyes was appreciation enough but I said, "yellow would probably go better for your hair."

"We have this in yellow," said the older woman, snapping her fingers to send the other clerk to find it. Laura stood in front of me, her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips. If she bent forward any more I was certain her tits would pop out of the bra. "I'm glad your paying attention," she said, grinning at me.

From somewhere in the baseball pants she produced a credit card and signed the receipt for nearly $ 500. I carried both bundles back to the hotel, mine being heavier than hers. I was hoping she would model her purchases for me in the hotel suite but it was not to be.

We took the car out and drove around the area, admiring the lush fields, green with all sorts of growing vegetables, brown with bare backed pickers. About lunchtime we happened on to an outdoor garden restaurant. Glass topped tables were arranged around a pool of water with a fountain in the center. Roses were in bloom on the perimeter walls and baskets of cut flower arrangements had been placed around the poolside. 

A man squeezed himself between the back of Laura's chair and the chair behind her to drop some coins in the pool. Looking down at her he spotted the shirt. "Is that your alma mater?" he ask, pointing to the 'Harvard' across her chest. He stood next to the wall of the pool, gazing down at her, ignoring me.

Laura, seeing that I was ruffled because the guy had approached her without regard for my presence, fluttered her eyelashes at the man and in her Alabama accent, "my, nooo sir mester, this here's my loover's shirt an this here's his cap," she said, smiling up at the man. 

He smiled back at her, glancing in my direction before saying, "your lover has good tastes."

He may have seen the way my jaw was clinched or the white of my knuckles. He excused himself and as he moved away Laura said, "We're hopin my little brother here will go to school there some day." The guy turned and smiled at her. We had a light lunch, cold soup, small dainty sandwiches and a pitcher of iced tea. When the bill arrived Laura gave me a frightful look, having forgotten to slip me any money. I smiled and nodded, reassuring her that I had plenty left to pay the tab. I noticed the laugh line reappear in her cheek.

In the parking lot I was opening the passenger's door for Laura as we saw the man exit the restaurant, a female on his arm. "Kiss me," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her body molded to mine as our lips met. "You can do better than that," she whispered into my ear, her cheek next to mine. I could feel the soft curves of her body blending with mine. I opened my mouth, felt her soft lips crushed to mine, her hands on my neck and in my hair. I lowered one hand to her hips. She responded, moving her pelvis even closer. 

"That was fun, that lecherous bastard will be horny all afternoon," she said, when we were seated inside the car. I noticed that same satisfied look I had seen when she had brought me off early, making me think that Laura had a competitive nature.

"Where did you really get the shirt?"

"That was the truth, there was this guy I knew, he went over to Boston to visit one of his kids and brought me this shirt and hat as a present. This is the first time I've worn them."

She had said, 'there was this guy,' I wondered if she was really speaking in past tense. A past lover? I drove aimlessly. She must have known my mind was racing.

"They were gifts, I wasn't working, we need R & R's too you know." 

So that was what this was to her. She was on R & R for the weekend. I was part of her rest and relaxation getaway. "Let's stop here," she said, pointing to a miniature golf park.

As we played she told me about her affair with a dentist. They had met quite by accident. He was estranged from his wife and had kids in college. He knew her only as Laura, they spent three days each month together for over a year, like now at the end of the month, like now when business was slow because most of their customers were short on cash.

"What happened with this guy?"

"He was going through a tough time, he fancied himself as a playboy, wanting to sow some wild oats. His wife decided they should get back together and, for the children's sake, he agreed."

"And you let him end it?"

She gave me a sharp look. "Sure, no strings attached. He was my R & R, that's all." She watched to see if I understood. She must have seen that I was still stunned that she could let a guy do her that way. We were holding up the play of a group behind us so we stepped aside.

"Sex?" I didn't know any other way to phrase my question. She laughed.

"That's something I've been meaning to talk to you about Randy. I didn't work Thursday. I checked into a room at the hotel and worked up the nerve to call you. When we spoke on the phone I was so happy to know you would spend the weekend with me, that's when I moved to the suite. Of course there was sex but as Laura, he never knew Tess. It was Laura sex, no money exchanged hands."

I still had questions. I wanted her to be Laura when we were together but I could not help but remember Tess, the tough shelled calculating cock sucking whore with a knack for bringing guys off. I envied the relationship she had with the dentist.

"Am I your R & R?"

She put a hand to my cheek and gazed into my eyes. On tiptoes, she touched her lips to mine. "Yes, I think so, let's go."

"I'll bring you a T-shirt and baseball cap sometime," I promised. We were back in the car. She lost control, laughing.

"I said no money exchanged hands, I did NOT say there were not other rewards."

I looked her way. "You mean there is more, a T-shirt and baseball cap won't be enough?"

She took a deep breath and settled back in her seat. "I didn't have much schooling, he taught me things, gave me books to read and tutored me. Remember how I analyzed the movie we saw last night? He took me to the theater and concerts. I owe him for all that he taught me. But there was more."

I looked her way, thinking, 'my god, there was no way I could match that, theater, concerts, what could I teach her?'

"See my front teeth? see how straight they are now? he paid for cosmetic surgery."

"My god, Laura, I could never match any of those things," I said, convinced that she would send me away. Instead, she removed the cap from her head, shook her hair into place and put the cap on my head. "A gift for you," she smiled.

On the drive back to town she wanted to know about my love life. Did I have a girl? With all that she had told me about herself, I opened up to her.

I told her about the girl back home, explaining that it was nothing serious, then I told her of the sessions with Mary Ann. She laughed when I told of my plans, getting her to wear a skirt, parking on a deserted road, the skirt moving its way up her thighs as we dry fucked, unzipping my pants, moving the soaked crotch of her panties aside, the feel when my cock made the slightest contact with her wet inflamed pussy and the frustration I felt when Mary Ann said Stop!

In the hotel suite I showered and put on a pair of the new shorts and a T-shirt. When I came out of the bathroom Laura was there, laying on my bed. I had intended to look for my new short pants but when she motioned for me to join her, well, what would you do?

We lay side by side, looking into one anothers' eye. She still wore the Harvard T-shirt and baseball pants. We were both barefoot. 

"I don't have a skirt to wear but I'll be Mary Ann for awhile if you like," she offered, her eyes serious and caring. It was Laura talking. Six inches separated us. Desire flooded my body but I was too hesitant to make the first move. She tried to reassure me.

"I think I would like to be a virgin our first time together," she said, quietly explaining why she was willing to play the part of Mary Ann. I was dubious. In the first pace, this would not be our first time together, 'had she forgotten our 15 minutes in the brothel?' Also, I had considered Mary Ann's virginity sacred. That is probably the reason I had never spoken frankly to her about it. Down deep, I feared that she would say it was okay, even that she wanted to loose her virginity to me. I did not want to be that guy that she remembered. 

"Put your pants on," Laura suggested, wanting, I suppose, to make the experience as realistic as possible. Stepping into the pants I made sure she could hear the zipper go up.

"I think Mary Ann heard the zipper, how could she miss it?" she said when I returned to take my place next to her, near enough for my body to touch hers. 

We kissed. She rolled onto her back and I moved with her. I kissed her deeply, mashing my mouth to hers and at the same time, my chest to her breasts. Then I was on top, my pelvis between her legs, making rhythmic thrusts against her. Laura accepted my advances but did not initiate actions beyond the bounds that I had established. I felt her arms stroke my back as we kissed and her legs were open to give me access but she did not push back or outwardly show excitement. When my tongue slipped inside her mouth she followed my lead and when I moaned my approval, she moaned back. 

She broke the kiss and brought her lips near my ear. "Since I'm not wearing a skirt and you can't push it up, let's take my pants off," she whispered.

Seconds later as I was untangling her feet from the baseball pants, I was surprised to see the plain white cotton panties she was wearing. I was also surprised to see the large wet spot at the crotch. We resumed the kiss and I resumed the dry humping. 

I had an idea. Reaching under her T-shirt I found the clasp that held her bra together and separated the two parts. "Mary Ann doesn't allow that," Laura whispered in my ear. Then giggling, "but since you found the catch," she whispered.

I moved the T-shirt over her head, surprised to see the plain white bra which she helped me remove. In turn, she stripped me of my T-shirt. My lips went for her nipples, sucking hungrily. She made little puffing sounds, moving air between her lips. I stopped and looked at her face. "God damn it, if your acting, I'll...."

"I'M NOT ACTING," she shouted back at me, taking my head in her hands and holding it to her breast. "I'm not acting," she repeated, still clutching my head to her, making those little puffing sounds again, "puf, puf.....pu.."

I reached down and slowly lowered my zipper. "I heard that," Laura said laughing, then, "I'm sorry, Mary Ann didn't hear anything, really."

Damn it, I was wearing the red silk briefs she had bought me. There was no way my stiff cock could be fished through the tiny entrance in the fabric. I pushed my pants and the briefs down, freeing my cock. Now, for the next move. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet but the cotton panties were new. The leg band was too tight. 

"Slide them down," I heard Laura say as she raised her butt to accommodate the removal of her panties.

She let me move the head of my cock up and down her slit several times before I pushed forward. She made a little jerking motion as I pushed again. "Are you okay?" I asked, thinking I saw a tear roll down her cheek. "Uh huh," she said, her hands roaming my back to encourage me to push forward again. I pushed again and was certain I heard her say, 'oh,' or 'ouey.' Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. I pushed again. Her hands were on my butt, pulling me. When we were fully joined I stilled, kissing her. We fucked slowly, her hands came up to my cheeks, drawing my lips to hers from time to time. Her pussy was tighter than I had remembered from the last time but it did not grip my cock this time. I watched her facial expression change as I went deeper. She smiled and I saw another tear leave her eye. Slowly and effortlessly, I fucked her and watched her smile, showing the perfect teeth the dentist had paid for.

She was kissing me when I came. Her lips clamped down on mine as she felt my cum spurt deep within her. She held me close, breathing hard, saying in a hushed tone, "that was nice."

We lay side by side for a long time before she broke the silence. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"Do what?" 

"I took your shirt off and made suggestions. I lifted my rump for you to pull my panties down. I didn't mean to take the lead like that. Mary Ann would never have done those things. I wanted you to have your way with her, I'm sorry."

I rolled over and put my arm around her. "You were perfect," I assured her.

"No, I wasn't. I let you suck on my tits, Mary Ann would not have done that."

"Was that a tear I saw?"

She rolled me over on my back and looked into my eyes, "I told you I wasn't acting," she answered.

"You didn't climax," I thought out loud, it suddenly occurring to me. 

She rested her tits on my chest, her mouth two inches from mine. "It's like the baseball cap, a gift, okay?"

We cleaned ourselves up and ordered dinner in the room. That night we slept in her bed, naked. She wouldn't let me go down on her, nor did she offer to suck my cock. We made love, this time with more animation. Laura was alive, legs open wide, talking, urging me to fuck her hard, screaming that she was coming, changing positions, rolling around on the big bed, announcing that she was coming again, making me come.

Both exhausted, we lay on the bed, breathing hard.

"I was half expecting a knock on the door."

"Don't joke about things like that," she said angrily. I held her, stroking her hair, telling her I was sorry. She put her arm around me and snuggled close. We slept.

Sometime during the night I became aware that she was not in the bed. I found her on the balcony, wearing the long night gown again. I took her back to bed. "Tomorrow I'm going to buy you a present," I whispered in her ear. By the way she felt in my arms I knew she was smiling.

I fucked her doggy style before breakfast, lifting the long nightgown above her waist and holding it there, my hands cupping her tits. Her ass slammed back at me and she made guttural noises to show her approval when my hands moved to her hips, letting the nightgown fall, its seam becoming entangled with my cock and absorbing some of the juices that had accumulated around her pussy. I leaned down and took the garment in my teeth, lifting if out of the way. 

Laura giggled as the edge of the nightgown tickled her back. Catching on, I moved it to different places on her back, dangling it, tickling her, making her giggle more. I released the nightgown from my teeth when I released cum from my cock. 

"You didn't cum," I said to Laura, almost accusing.

"Yes I did."

"Really?"

"Really."

"How many times?"

"Six."

I grabbed the nightgown and slipped it over her head, making her giggle again. I tickled her ribs until she cried.

"You came six time?"

She sat on my lap, stuck one finger into her pussy and brought the sticky finger to my nose. "See?"

"That's my cum," I said, accusingly.

"Nope, I'm sure it's mine," she answered, most convincingly.

During breakfast I made the mistake of asking her about the story she had told me. "You and the other girl set up business in a trailer at the edge of a small town, where was that?"

A cloud came over Laura's face, like a thunder storm that would soon turn into a tornado, immediately making me regret that I had brought it up. She left the room. I finished breakfast alone. When Laura returned she was wearing the same white pants suit, black boots and straw hat that she wore when she picked me up on Friday afternoon. 

"Ready to go?"

"Sure, where are we going?"

"I'll take you back to the base," she said, picking up the room phone. She called the front desk to ask them to prepare her bill. She wanted to check out within the next 15 minutes. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 02



I drove, not knowing what to say. It was Sunday morning. I didn't have to be back to work until the next morning. Because of a stupid remark I had lost an entire day and night with her. 

"I have to get back and get some rest, tomorrow night will probably be a busy one," she broke our silence. 

"I thought we would have the rest of today together," I pleaded, without hope that she would change her mind and stay.

"Even postmen don't take walks on their day off," she said bluntly.

"Laura, I didn't mean it that way, don't you know that?" 

"I know, it's better this way. We won't have the temptation to deal with," she said, knowingly.

"I'm sorry about my remark back at the room." She didn't know how sorry I was.

"I know you are. But that's a Tess thing, like expecting a knock on the door."

We rode silently, me so sad I could have cried. I believe she felt the same.

A few guys were outside the barracks when she dropped me off. Their eyes were on me and the Red Sox cap on my head, on the car, on Laura as I got out and she slid over to the driver's seat. She rolled down the window. She had removed the straw hat. I leaned down and we kissed. Her hand came up to my cheek and we extended the kiss. She smiled at me as I turned from the car.

"Randy?" I turned back to her. She had replaced the straw hat on her head.

"Please believe me, I came six times, really, I did." Her eyes had a misty look.

The Corvette jumped as she stepped on the gas and roared down the street, the dual tail pipes humming.

"Hot damn Tucker, you struck oil," one of the guys called to me.

{to be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 03



{It would be advisable to read parts 1 and 2 before reading part 3 because of a recurring theme}

Word spread about my good fortune; Dan figured out who my hot date was. Soon the whole squadron knew that I had spent the weekend with a prostitute. 

Two weeks passed, another payday. I stayed in the barracks, alone, saving my money just in case she called again. I searched the papers for which stage plays were playing in town. “West Side Story” was playing until the end of the month. Having seen the movie, I decided it would be a good place to take Laura, if she called before the end of the month. I spent two nights in the library, researching the musical. Three weeks, Harry wanted to go trolling for chicks. I agreed to go, saying I would not spend any money. It was another dull night. He wanted to know about Laura. I didn’t want to talk about it, saying, “even postmen don’t take walks on their day off.”

Another weekend. Saturday the 26th was a slow day. Sunday, 10 a.m.

“Randy, can you get a couple of days off?”

“Laura, where are you?”

“On my way to pick you up if you say okay.” There was caution in her voice.

“Okay,” I said, full of joy. Sarge was not to be found. We all knew he had a new girl friend. He bragged about having met a nurse, saying they gave each other B-12 shots to keep up their stamina.

“Damn, you know the schedule better than anyone, you know how busy we are going to be,” Dan said when I approached him about a couple of days off.

I pleaded with him. I begged him to understand my need. “Tell you what, call here tomorrow at 7 a.m. If sarge says no you’ll still have time to get to work. If it’s okay with him, we’ll sign you out for two days.”

I packed everything into a small bag and was wearing the Red Sox cap when I saw the Corvette coming down the street. The barracks had emptied to see me off.

She was all over me when I slid into the driver’s seat. The guys cheered when I kissed her, whistling and making wolf howls. I threw the stick into drive and stepped on the gas, Laura still holding on to me as we drove off. 

She was wearing a knee length dress, black with a white collar, black silk stockings and high heals. There was a single stand of pearls around her neck. She told me she would have to leave early on Wednesday the 30th. I warned her that I had to call to make sure that I had the time off. She made a face.

When we got to the room, Laura said she wanted to change into something more comfortable, and then we would go out and have lunch somewhere nearby. 

“I hope this room is okay, it’s a king sized bed, can you behave yourself tonight? Or do I have to get the suite again?” 

She was lifting the dress above her head, wearing black lace panties and bra. When I didn’t answer she turned to me and saw the forlorn look on my face. “I know honey, I’m sorry but I worked last night, even a postman.....”

“doesn’t walk his cat on his day off,” I finished the sentence, regretting my choice of words. 

“I’m sorry,” I began, watching her stand there in her underwear with a hurtful look on her face. “I’m sorry,” I repeated myself.

Her mood changed. Shedding the gloom, she sat on the bed, saying, “help me with these stockings, will you? not too fast, you’ll snag them.”

I got on my knees and looked up at her face. My hands shook as I reached for the top of the stockings. “I know you are,” she said, mussing my hair. “Careful, not so close to my kitty cat, I’m not ready to walk it yet.” Our eyes met, she was smiling again.

While she was in the bathroom I reserved theater tickets for the early showing of West Side Story that evening.

I paid for lunch with my own money. When Laura complained, saying she intended to pay for everything, I told her I had been saving my money. 

There were very few cars on the streets on this Sunday afternoon. We strolled around the city and found a park where people were playing games after picnicking.

We sat on a bench and watched a softball game for awhile. That is when I told Laura about the theater tickets. “I saw that movie,” she exclaimed, excited that I had made plans for something she was sure to enjoy.

“Karen, that was the other girl’s name,” she began. I gave her a strange look, wondering what she was talking about. “In the trailer at the edge of town that I told you about,” She continued.

“Laura, you don’t need to tell me about it,” I tried to stop her.

“That’s how I got the name Tess, from Karen. I didn’t know that she had a drug problem and when I found out I didn’t realize how serious it was. ‘Tess, Tess, Tess,’ she would say when I tried to talk to her. 

I put my arm around Laura. She put her head on my shoulder. “Hearing her say Tess every time I said something about getting help for her made me associate Tess with something unpleasant. That’s why I took it as my working name. When I’m Tess I’m a different person. I’m Laura when I’m with you.”

She lifted her head and looked at me. “Can you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” I nodded. “What happened to Karen? Did she get help?”

“I don’t know,” Laura answered, a far off look on her face. It was then that I understood that she had only told me enough to make me understand that Tess was a different person, off limits to me. I dropped the subject.

We had a late supper and talked about the musical we had seen. Laura had gotten the main jest of the conflict in the story, Polish boy, Puerto Rican girl, gangs on the West Side of New York, roughly based on Romeo and Juliet. She said she had never tackled Shakespeare and I had to admit that I only read what had been required in school. She wore the black dress with the white collar and single strand of pearls. When the bill arrived, Laura patted her chest, indicating that I should reach inside my coat and smiled when I pulled out the one hundred dollar bill.

The air had cooled some as we walked hand in hand to the hotel. She let me help remove her stockings again. I made sure my hands kept their distance from her pussy. She asked me to pour her a drink from the same bottle of scotch from the month before. When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing the same long night gown.

She was restless during the night, moving around in her sleep, kicking the covers off the bed, kicking me and talking in her sleep. At one point I woke to find her on top of me, holding on to me and murmuring something unintelligible in my ear. 

We slept late the next morning, both tired from Laura’s restless night. It was after seven when I made the call to find out if I could take a couple of days leave. Sarge, in he good natured way said, “kid, don’t ever say I didn’t warn you about taking up with a whore.”

We had a light breakfast and went out for a walk, me wearing the Red Sox cap. Laura had dressed in a white blouse and a short skirt, making me think she had something planned. We walked the city, watching people rush into office buildings and retail stores. In a bookstore, I found “The Works of William Shakespeare” that included “Romeo and Juliet.” Laura clutched the book to her breast, declaring that she would always cherish it, stopping short of saying she would read it. She wanted to go clothes shopping for me but I declined the offer. She threatened to take me shopping for women’s underwear again. I acquiesced. When she presented her credit card to pay the 367 dollars for slacks, a sport coat, shirts and shoes she insisted that I needed, I noticed her name on the card, Laura T Stone.

After lunch we took a cab back to the hotel because of the distance and because of the number of packages we had accumulated.

“Don’t,” she said, slapping my hand. We had been on the bed for several minutes, kissing passionately. When Laura begin to moan I took it as an invitation to feel her breasts. But as I tried to unbutton her blouse I discovered that she was being Mary Ann.

Undaunted, I continued to kiss her as I nudged her legs apart and let my cock press against her pelvis. Soon she was moaning as I dry humped her. Slowly, the skirt moved up her thighs. She opened her legs more and a smell of sex entered my nostrils. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth, she moaned again. The skirt was up to her waist. I kept humping and moved my hand down to lower my zipper. We both heard it. Laura’s mouth went slack for a second. I fished my cock out and moved forward, inserting my thumb under her panty leg band. The crouch was loose and moved easily to the side. My cock was at her pussy door when she broke the kiss. Shocked, I opened my eyes and looked into hers. 

We held eye contact, coming to an understanding. She smiled. It was Mary Ann giving me the okay to go ahead. I pushed and watched her eyes. She grunted. I pushed again. She lifted her legs to give be greater access. My cock felt the warm wet walls of her pussy surround it. She smiled again and pushed up to meet me. Fully engaged, we moved together, enjoying the event as if it was our first time together. Being Mary Ann, she didn’t talk until she announced that she was coming and then it was more of a whisper, not the screaming praise I had heard when we had fucked a few weeks before. When I splashed several shots of cum deep within her, brief shudders escaped her lips.

“Could you tell I wanted to do it? Did you like it?” she whispered into my ear. I propped myself up and looked down to see the serious look on her face, her eyes seeking my answer.

“Yes, I knew you were going to let me. I liked it a lot. Did it hurt?” I answered, knowing that she wanted to be Mary Ann.

“It hurt at first but I wanted you to do it. It scarred me when I heard the zipper.”

She washed the soaked panties and hung them up to dry in the bathroom, ‘for tomorrow,’ she said. When she came back to the bed she was still wearing the skirt.

She let me remove my pants and shorts but made me keep my shirt on as she mounted me, the short skirt hiding the view of her pussy encasing my cock. She rested on her knees, moving up and down with long strokes. She fucked me like that for a long time. Gone was the jumping jack routine she had used that night at the brothel. And there were no tricks to bring me off quickly. She enjoyed herself and treated me to the best fuck I have ever had. 

At least twice she stopped, grinning down at me, nodding to let me know she had climaxed. As it ended with me giving way to the storm in my balls, she toppled on to me.

“Mary Ann is learning to fuck, wouldn’t you say?”

“I think Mary Ann likes it,” I agreed with her.

She wore that skirt all weekend, along with the panties when they were dry, without them when they hung in the bathroom. We only left the room twice, once to see a movie when the panties were drying in the bath room. “You’re getting better with the zipper, I hardly heard it today,” she whispered in my ear as we waited for the main feature to begin.

We did ‘Mary Ann’ every way imaginable. ‘First time’ when the panties were dry and ‘second, third and forth time,’ when they weren’t. I never saw her tits. Mary Ann would not allow it.

When Wednesday morning came and it was time for her to take me back to the base the panties were in the bathroom, drying from the night before. Laura was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. “Can’t mix business with pleasure,” she said, signaling that our lovemaking had come to an end for this time. 

“Give me your address, I’ll write,” I said as we were driving to the base.

“That’s not a good idea,” she responded, without elaborating.

“Then give me a phone number where I can call you.” She gave me the same answer, becoming quiet.

We kissed goodbye at my barracks. I turned to leave, wanting her out of my sight, not wanting to think about her having to go back to the brothel. But she held my hand until I turned for one last look. “You’re my R & R,” she said, beaming.

Days drug by. Try as I might, I could not rid my mind of a recurring picture, Laura inspecting strange men’s cocks and getting naked for them. Sometimes I heard ‘the knock on the door,’ in the middle of the night, followed by, ‘we’re done.’

“Tucker the Fucker.”

Recognizing the voice, I turned toward the tool crib to see Davis leering at me, standing behind the half-door entrance where he begrudgingly loaned special tools to mechanics. Davis was not very popular among the clientele he served. Often absent, Davis would make mechanics wait outside the locked tool crib, then give them a lame ass excuse when he could not find the tool they needed. 

I smiled at him, feigning amusement at the brilliant knack he had for forming the rhyme. I turned to be on my way.

“Tess sucked my dick real good.”

I whirled around to see him, his upper lip curled in a snarl, his dark eyes laughing, his body tense, waiting for me to react.

Furious with his comment and more so with the enjoyment he had taken in delivering it, I shook my head. I was prepared for something like this, knowing it would come eventually. I had planned to laugh it off, to take it in stride, not to let it bother me. I had told myself that it went with the territory. I would be truthful to myself; I was dating a whore. I would shrug it off.

But not from this venal, filthy bastard, filthy body, filthy right down to his soul. I had not anticipated he would be the one. He was still watching me.

“I told her I knew you. Tess is a pretty cool chick, she said she didn’t know what I was talking about,” he taunted me. I pictured her with this jerk. Nothing would shake Tess when she was at work, she was used to taking abusive comments, for money. 

My mind swirled. Torn, ‘I would stick to my plan, shrug it off,’ I couldn’t move, ‘go after him, shut him up,’ my mind raced, I couldn’t move.

“She begged me not to tell you, said she would give me something special.”

My hands had him by the collars of his fatigues, pulling him toward the half door with the intent of crushing his chest into the top of the door. The door was not locked as it should have been, Davis always guarded his little haven. It came open, bringing Davis with it. Lifting both of his arms up, he shook my hold on his collar. I fell backward but righted myself just as he landed the first punch, a left to my right eye. I had not considered what a big man Davis was. He was not tall but heavy and big around the girth. I went for his mid section and may have landed a couple of punches, I never knew, the blow to my eye had rattled my thinking. I must have grabbed on to anything I could. Felling a blow to my chest, I held his neck with a thumb on his adams apple, trying to choke him. 

A bunch of guys I didn’t know broke us up. I got the worst of it. Besides an eye that would be black and sore for the next week, my chest hurt every time I took a breath. All that I had done to Davis was make his eyes bug out for a few seconds.

“Hey Tucker, she fucks real good too,” I heard him say as the flight-line guys led him away.

The eye was still swelled a few days later when I was ordered to report to the old man’s office. The first sergeant briefed me on how I was to report. 

“What did I say to you the day you checked in here Tucker?” the major asked. 

“You said, ‘don’t fuck up, sir.”

“And what did you say at the time?”

“I said I wouldn’t, sir.”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Fuck up, sir.”

“I’ve been hearing about a car that has been coming to pick you up and drop you off, it sounds like trouble just waiting to happen to me.” 

He had not asked me to comment. I remained at attention, eyes straight ahead. 

“What do you have to say for yourself Tucker?”

“I fucked up, sir.”

“I hear you have an alibi but I have to ask, did you have anything to do with Davis falling down the stairs?”

“No sir,” I answered, keeping my eyes focused on a group of diplomas on the back wall of the major’s office. On the second night after the incident with Davis, Harry had made allot of noise about he and I going to take in a movie down town. I refused to go. He insisted. Every one in the barrack watched us leave and Harry made sure they knew when we got back. He even let it be known that he had taken me to a bar and I how much trouble it had been to get me served. Hearing the major say I had an alibi begin to register. Harry had set it up for he and I to be off the base when Davis met with the military’s version of vigilante justice, the blanket party. Davis had told everyone he had fallen down stairs. From the looks of him it must have been a long hard fall.

The major was stern. He enumerated the various discipline options he had at his disposal that he could level against me for instigating a fight. He sited my good record and while he did not divulge it, I knew he was aware that Davis was a trouble maker. Nor did he mention Laura or the car again. In a way, I got the impression that he was envious of my luck, spending time with a beautiful women.

“I don’t want to see you in here again Tucker.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir.” 

Harry wouldn’t talk about the alibi but he was curious about what the old man had to say. “I thought you would get an article 15 for sure,” he said.

When Laura called to ask it she could pick me up I told her I had a ride, Sarge would drop me off at the hotel, on his way to the hospital to pick up his nurse.

We only did the Mary Ann thing once that weekend. When I told her I was being transferred overseas she stripped off the short skirt and the rest of her clothes. Coming to me, she unbuttoned my shirt and got me naked too. She lay on top of me, her tits pressed to my chest and she cried. I held her in my arms and let her cry.

“When?” she asked, wiping her eyes, gaining control of her emotions.

“Three weeks,” I said. “I’ve known for awhile but I didn’t have any way to get a hold of you.”

“Damn it,” she said, pounding her fist on the bed, “I’ll give you my address, I’ll call you every day until you leave, damn it!”

“Will you write to me? Overseas I mean?”

“You know I will,” her voice was raspy and I felt moisture on my cheek where her head rested.

The next day we drove to the same garden restaurant with the fountain in the center of the pool. It had been Laura’s idea to go there again. Her spirit had returned, she was in an adventurous mood. 

Her hair had been cut since our last weekend together. It had been straightened at shoulder length and a light tint had been added. She wore sneakers, white slacks, a white top that accented her breasts and the straw hat from our first weekend together. Her lipstick was a brighter color than I had seen her wear before. Her eyes looked different too.

“I have a confession,” she said, as I took my seat across her at the glass topped table.

“Oh?”

“I’ll be 29 tomorrow,” she said, timidly watching me for a reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I feigned ire in my voice, trying to sound angry that she had kept her birthday from me. 

“I thought you might dump me for someone younger,” she answered, very seriously. She removed the straw hat and placed it on the table, displaying a center part in her lightened hair. I wondered if she was changing her look because of the birthday. Or was it a frail attempt at disguise, in case Davis saw her picking me up or dropping me off?

“What would you like to do to celebrate the big day?” I asked, unable to think of anything myself. I would need to get her a present. What could that be? She didn’t wear jewelry. One thing was certain. I would pay for the gift with my own money.

“This will be my gift,” she looked around at the flower laden garden. “It’s like I imagine Capulet’s garden would look.”

“Huh?”

“You know, the garden where Romeo came to visit Juliet.”

“You’ve been reading the book? Shakespeare?”

“What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?”

“The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.” It was the waitress who spoke. She had approached silently, listened to Laura quote the line and could not resist quoting Romeo’s line.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 03



“I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.

And yet I would it were to give again.” Laura said, smiling at the waitress.

“Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?” The waitress quoted the next line.

“But to be frank, and give it thee again.

And yet I wish but for the thing I have: 

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, 

My love as deep: the more I give to thee 

The more I have, for both are infinite.” Laura stopped, admitting that was all that she had memorized.

I leaned back in my chair, astounded. She had been reading the play and putting it to memory.

We talked to the waitress. She was a college student with a penchant for the classics. She was curious about Laura’s interest in the play. Laura admitted to the girl that she had only recently begin reading the play, adding, “My boyfriend gave me the book,” she said, looking at me. The waitress glanced my way, obviously becoming curious about our relationship, Laura added, “he’s 19, I’ll be 29 tomorrow.”

Later we laughed about how Laura had candidly quoted our ages, after which, the waitress had given us special service, wishing us well as we left and wishing Laura a happy birthday.

“I have another confession,” she said as we drove away from the restaurant. Without waiting for me to respond, she continued. “This car? It belonged to the dentist.”

“No shit?” I had wondered about the car but had to admit, it suited her.

“He was finished with his playboy period. He gave me the car. I think he felt sad that he was dumping me.” She went on. “There is a reason for me telling you this.”

“Oh?”

“Do you think it was wrong for me to accept it? Be honest. Tell me if I was being a whore. Like accepting money for my services?” 

She was quiet and wouldn’t look my way. I pondered her questions, knowing how I really felt. There was no way I could disguise my feelings. She was just too dammed perceptive. There was no way to deceive her. I would have to answer truthfully.

“Laura, I can’t tell you anything honestly, I’ve got my own issues with accepting things from you.”

“It’s important to me, please, just be honest.”

I had mashed my foot down on the accelerator, unthinking, we were going around a curve in the road doing 60 miles per hour. Realizing we were in danger of running off the road, or worse, crashing into an oncoming car, I slowed and pulled onto a side street, coming to a stop.

“What I think doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.”

“Okay, this is what I think. The cosmetic thing on your teeth was within respectable bounds. How your teeth looked was important to him. He’s a dentist and must have connections, the cost was probably about the same as me buying the book for you. But the car is different. He needed to get rid of it but he could have sold it, these cars are in demand.” 

Laura was watching me, a resolve on her face. She already knew my feelings.

“I think it’s more important how he thought of giving you the car. Was it a pay off? You said he was sad about splitting up with you.”

“I was being a whore,” she interrupted me. “I was being Tess, I should have told him my name was Tess, I should have told.....” She didn’t finish the sentence. Her head was in her hands, the straw hat fallen to the floor of the car.

I put my hand on her shoulder. She shook it off. A man had come out of a house. He was upon us before I saw him. He leaned over the hood of the car and peered through the windshield at us. 

“Anything wrong?” the man asked. He was wearing a T-shirt with stains under the armpits, strands of grey hair covered his forehead. I rolled down the window.

“We’re fine,” I answered. “My girlfriend just had tooth surgery, she’s a little woozy, that’s all.” Laura’s head came up, her eyes red from crying. She smiled at the man, displaying her perfect front teeth. As he turned to leave I couldn’t resist, “I’m 19, she will be 29 tomorrow, wish her a happy birthday.”

Laura beat me with both fists, laughing, her arms around my neck, kissing me.

The man stared at us, then turned to his house.

“Don’t you dare order a birthday cake,” she warned me. I had insisted on taking her to dinner to celebrate her birthday. By the way she dressed, in an off-white long sleeved frilly dress that extended below the knees, I suspected she had bought the dress for a birthday dinner with me.

She opened my gift, beaming at me as she unwrapped the package.

“I know you don’t wear jewelry but...”

“It’s lovely,” she said, holding up the plain gold chain I had selected on the spur of the moment. It had been difficult to shop alone, even for 10 minutes. The simple chain was not expensive; plain enough that I knew she would like it. I warned her the chain was not right for the dress; she insisted on wearing it. 

{parts 4 and 5 to follow, your feedback is important}

{My thanks to Patrick}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 04



As promised, Laura called me every night during my last three weeks at the stateside base, always at eight p.m., always for 15 minutes. We talked about everything.

“Have your toe nails grown out?” she asked one night.

“What?”

“You cut them too short, I noticed the nail on your pinkie was cut to the quick. Remember? You were doing me with your big toe and I saw how short your nails are.”

“Laura, I didn’t ‘do you’ with my big toe, it must have been someone else. You must be dreaming.”

“That must be it. I dream of you doing me all the time.”

I told her of the rounds I was making in preparation to go overseas. There was a checklist to be signed off, records to collect, a stop at payroll and shots for every disease imaginable.

We made plans to spend three days together after I had signed out on leave. I would delay my trip home and Laura would come to meet me even though it was not the end of the month, her usual R & R.

“I’m going to be good to you,” she said on the phone one night.

“You have been very good to me. I’ll be good to you too.”

“I’ll be especially good to you, you’ll see,” she said, a haunting spasm to her voice that sent a chill up my spine. Each of our conversations ended, “You are my R & R.”

Our last three days together was a disaster. I knew something was wrong by the way she was dressed in a scanty skirt and halter. She was Tess.

“Drop your pants and show me you cock,” she said as soon as we were in the room. Nothing like this had happened before. ‘Even a postman doesn’t take a walk on his day off,’ she had always said.

“Laura,” I said, making no move to comply.

“Show me your cock,” she repeated. “A straight fuck in 10 dollars, suck and fuck is 25, around the world is 50, what will it be?”

“Laura, we’re not going to do this, damn it.”

“Call me Tess, that’s my name,” she said, unbuckling my belt and lowering my pants. She snaked my cock out of my shorts, wiggled it around in her hand and said, “short horn.”

I reached for my pants, she pushed me on the bed and pulled them off, then reached for my shorts. I lifted my butt to accommodate her and saw that look of accomplishment come over her face. She found my wallet and opened it.

“Twenty-five, suck and fuck, is that what you want, mister?” She was removing her own clothes.

“Laura, you’ve got to stop this,” I pleaded.

“Look mister, when you hear a knock on the door it’s over, whether I’m done with you or not.”

Suddenly, my cock was in her mouth. She watched me as she sucked, slurping, moaning, pretending. I can honestly say that I could not enjoy what she was doing.

Then she was on top of me, bouncing like the jumping jack, balancing herself with one hand on my chest, which was still covered by my shirt. I saw the hard determination on her face and the glint in her eyes when she brought me off, early. 

“How about a drink, mister?” She poured scotch into two glasses and handed one of them to me. “Me and this other girl had a trailer on the outskirts of this town...,” she began.

“Laura, you’re going to have to stop this,” I said, taking a long slug of straight scotch.

“Her name was Karen. She had a drug problem, I didn’t know how bad it was..”

“Laura, damn it, I’m not going to listen to this.”

She threw back the remaining liquid in her glass and looked at me as if to say, ‘really?’

I watched her pick up my wallet again, knowing there was only 15 dollars left. Having sold my car, I had bought a rail ticket and put the rest of my money in travelers checks, thinking that if I needed more cash I could always use one or more of them.

“You’ve got enough for a straight fuck here buddy, is that what you want, mister?

She stepped to the bed and lay on her back, opening her legs wide. “Fuck me, mister,” she said, fingering her cunt, smiling, a distant look on her face.

I watched her, sadly, I drained my glass and got up to find a place to set it down.

“Come on mister, fuck me before the knock on the door comes.”

I turned back to her. She was in the same position. She mouthed, ‘come on.’

Reluctantly, I took off my shirt got between her legs. She reached out and tugged me to her, inserting my cock and pulling me in with her legs around me.

“Fuck me mister,” she ordered, “fuck me.” I did.

“You can do better than that, come on mister, come.....” she began to cry. Deep sobs, tears covering her face, uncontrollable shudders, quiet weeping. I stopped thrusting and bent to bring my cheek to hers. I tried to console her, whispering, ‘it’s okay, it’s okay, please honey, don’t cry, it’s okay.’

We were still joined but I had lost my erection. She put her arms around me and cried, her body shaking. I cradled her head in my hands, kissing her damp cheeks. She begin to hum, her hands stopped moving on my back. She relaxed, the humming stopped and I could tell she was asleep. I cover her naked body, got up and mixed myself another drink.

We walked the same streets as before and looked into shop windows. Neither of us had an inclination to shop. Laura molded her body to me at times, relishing the closeness but at other times she refused to be touched, keeping me at bay.

We slept in the same bed without having sex. We talked of world news but nothing personal, nothing about our times together or of the separation which was rapidly approaching. Not even on our last night together.

“I want to give you something special,” It was Laura, naked, wearing only the gold chain that I had given her.  She undressed me and laid me on my back. We kissed, her tits bouncing on my chest, my cock growing. She moved down to my nipples, flicking each several times before blowing on my stomach, sending chills up my spine. She blew on my pubic hair, then kissed my balls, taking one in her mouth, sucking, then the other. She looked up at me, smiling, drawing the loose skin of one of my balls out and letting it go, grinning up at me. She circled the base of my cock with her tongue, then licked all the way up the underside to circle the bulb, still watching me, spellbound. I was mesmerized.

Suddenly, she engulfed me, taking me deep, moving slowly on the way up, sucking, going deep I felt the back of her throat, back up, slowly, sucking. She watched me, repeating these actions, stopping to smile, only to take me deep again. 

I don’t know how long this went on, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. I touched her shoulder to signal that I was close. She paid no attention, I think she knew. My eruption made me jump, jump again and wither. When I awoke I was covered. Laura was not in the room. I checked the bathroom. She was not there either. I panicked.

I dressed, throwing on the clothes I had been wearing. Laura’s clothes, white pants, a flowered blouse, panties and bra, were there on the floor where she had discarded them. I checked her closet. Missing was a dress that I had seen her unpack. I remembered that it was black satin with a low cut neckline, uncharacteristic for Laura to wear on our R & Rs. ‘Shoe’s,’ I thought. Her white sneaker were there and a pair of sandals. I couldn’t remember if she had unpacked other shoes. Where would she go? 

I found her in the first place I checked, the hotel bar. The place was packed. A female was playing the piano and singing. Laura, surrounded by three men, was laughing, loudly. She was wearing the black low-cut dress, showing allot of cleavage and, the gold necklace. With high heals she was about 5’5” while the guys around her were all six feet and taller. Her tits looked as if they would pop out of the dress, making the guys very horny, and protective of their prey.

“What do you want?” one of them said as I approached and stood just behind Laura.

“I came to get my sister,” I said to the guy. Laura turned, a surprised look on her face.

“Randy, what are you doing here? I thought you would sleep all night,” then to the three men, “I gave him the best blow-job he’s ever had, he was passed out with a smile on his face when I left him, weren’t you sugar?” she said, patting me on the cheek.

“Why don’t you go back to sleep?” one of the guys said, putting an arm around Laura’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Let’s go,” I said, taking one of her hands. She took a drink and shook her head, “not ready to go.”

“Hear that? she’s not ready to go,” said the balding heavy guy to her left.

“Yeah, she’s not going anyplace, now get lost,” the third guy said. 

I felt a knot in my neck, I was getting very tense. They were all big guys. A little drunk, but big. 

“You got yours, now go away so we can get ours,” the guy with his arm around Laura said.

I was outnumber and Laura was in one of her moods, very uncooperative. Any one of them would injure me if I stood up to him, all three of them together would do serious harm.

“It’ll cost you,” I said, loud enough for there to be no mistake, loud enough for all three to hear me, loud enough for the bar tender to hear.

“What?” the tall guy to my left said. Laura was looking at me, fire in her eyes, her face distorted in disbelief.

“What are you talking about?” said the third guy.

“Fifty buck each, is that what you would say, Tess?

She was on me, fists beating on my head, screaming at me, calling me names. I did nothing to defend myself. All three of the men were trying to pull her from me. 

“Break it up!” a voice behind them said. Then louder, “Break it up!” 

The three men turned but Laura didn’t stop calling me names and pounding on me. I could see it was the bartender. He was on our side of the bar, holding a club, gripping it with both hands, ready to swing. Another bar tender had come to that end of the bar. Exhausted, Laura cried and wilted. I took her in my arms.

“Get her out of here you little pimp,” the bartender said to me.

“He’s not a pimp,” Laura said, but only softly, in my ear. She had slumped into my arms, ‘he’s not a pimp, he’s not a pimp.”

We left the bar, me supporting her, walking past the other patrons and then through the lobby to the elevator, curious eyes upon us.

I helped her undress and get into her long nightgown. She went to sleep immediately, makeup smeared and the gold chain still around her neck. I removed my clothes and crawled into the bed beside her. 

“Randy,” I heard her say. She was shaking me, “Randy, wake up.”

I opened my eyes and groggily looked at her. “What? what?” I asked sleepily.

“It’s time to get up.” She was naked. Her hair had been brushed and her face washed clean of the makeup.

“What time is it?”

“I don’t know but it’s time.”

“Time for what?”

“I have to leave but first I want to give you something.”

It was 2:33 a.m. She had turned on all the lights in the room. “How come all the lights are on? I asked, going to the bathroom to throw cold water on my face. If she was leaving I wanted to see her off. I wanted to tell her things.

“I want you to watch us in the mirror,” she said, answering, I would come to understand much later, my question about the lights being on.

She came to me, taking me in her arms and kissing me, a mixture of mouth wash and stale scotch on her breath. “I’m going to do something with you that I’ve never done before, it will be my gift to you. I want you to remember me.”

“Laura, honey, I won’t forget you. There’s nothing you could do that.....” It dawned on me what she was talking about doing for me. “No, you don’t have to do anything.”

“Yes, I’ve thought about this and I want to do it. It’s settled, I’ve decided.”

“You did something special last night and look how much trouble that brought us,” I argued. I assumed she thought she was going to take me up the butt. I also assumed, had assumed, that she had been fucked in the anus at some point in her past. It was not something I had given much thought to.

She had my balls in her hand, rolling them between her fingers, decidedly making her point. “I cleaned up for this. We’re going to do it and you will like it, you will.”

“Can’t we just fuck like normal people? If you really have to go I’d like to fuck you one last time.”

“You will be fucking me, don’t you understand?”

She reached over to the night stand and picked up a tube of K Y jelly. “Grease me up while I get you ready,” she said, bending over to take me in her mouth. It was a new tube. I had no idea what I was doing. I deposited a generous amount of jelly around her ass hole, then shoved some into her little hole with my forefinger, startling Laura. She jumped and looked up at me. 

“Play with it, make love to it, rub my little hole,” she said, then moaned as she returned to administer to my cock, making my cock harder.

I wondered if she was really a virgin there. I spread her cheeks apart and move my thumb around her hole. Dabbing more jelly on my third finger, I eased it in her butt, slowly, looking for a reaction from Laura or Tess or whoever this was bending over with my dick in her mouth.  

“That feels good, do it some more,” I heard her say. It was Laura.

More jelly, more pressure. I rotated my finger. It felt very tight. I wondered how my cock would ever fit. But she knew the size of my cock and must have considered if it would fit. I increased the speed and pressure, rotating my finger with each plunge.

Laura decided we were ready. Getting into position, she squatted down on the side of the bed and bent forward. With me standing next the bed, she directed me. “Put it in my cunt first, just to get some juice.”

I did as she wanted. Easing in to her vagina and holding still, feeling her play with me, milking. “Can’t we just do this?” I asked, feeling her squeeze me. 

“NO!” she said, the milking had stopped. “Can you see what we’re doing?”

“Sure,” I said, looking down at her ass.

“Look in the mirror. See what we are doing, look at us.”

Her small body was low to the bed, her ass in the air, waiting to receive me, my frame at attention behind her, tentative, uncertain.

I placed the head of my cock at her little entrance and pushed forward, nothing, it wouldn’t budge. “Push,” I heard Laura say.

I put some weight behind it and tried again. “Push,” she said.

Impatient to get it over with, I buried the head within her. Laura’s head popped up and there was a small gasp. “Push,” she said louder.

I felt her brace herself, pushing backward as I eased farther into her. I watched her grab the sheets on my next push, she was holding her own. I eased back and shoved forward, hearing Laura say, ‘ah.’ “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Push,” she answered.

Back, forward, back, forward, I was in about three inches. Back, forward.

“Look at us in the mirror,” Laura was saying. 

“Cool,” I said. Her face was distorted but she was smiling at me in the mirror.

“Honey,” she groaned. I stopped, thinking something was wrong.

“Don’t’ stop, don’t stop,” she said sternly. I reacted with several short thrusts, working up steam to push deeper.

“Honey?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be alarmed, Okay? Don’t be alarmed if I start saying things, okay?”

“Sure, I like it when you talk during sex.”

“Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:”

I was fucking her in the ass and she was quoting Juliet. 

“And yet no further than a wanton’s bird”

Her ass was still tight but we had established a rhythm. 

“Who lets it hop a little from her hand,”

She allowed each thrust to push her forward but reset herself on each backstroke

“Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,”

I looked in the mirror. Laura was gripping the sheets, talking to herself, watching me watch her. 

“She with a silk thread plucks it back again,”

I held onto her hips and helped her hold her ground. 

So loving-jealous of his liberty.”

She smiled at me, sweat running down her cheek, her hair draped damp in front of her face. When I shoved deep she yelped, then looking at me in the mirror, ready to urge me on, she must have seen in my face or felt me come deep within her. I had stopped, fully spent.

“Thank you,” I whispered, looking at her beautiful body in the mirror, covered with sweat. She smiled back at me.

In the shower she washed my cock, talking to it. “I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight,” she said. I washed her hair, wishing I could tell her I liked it better before she lightened the color. 

“Tell me in the first letter what you see in Viet Nam. Then tell me again after you’ve been there awhile.”

“Viet Nam? I’m not going to Viet Nam, I never said that.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, I’m going to Korea.”

“Really, that’s wonderful, really?”

“Why did you think it was Viet Nam? I never said that.”

“That’s all we hear, Viet Nam and body bags. I was having night mares. I’m so happy it’s not Viet Nam.”

She left me in the room, saying she didn’t want a long goodbye. I tried to go back to sleep but could not. On the way to the train depot I wondered if the cab driver would accept a travelers check. I checked my wallet to see if I had money for a tip and found forty dollars.

I received 17 letters from her in the 18 months I was in Korea. They were always short and never contained news of the brothel or of new people she had met. The letters arrived between the 6th and 10th day of each month. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that she only wrote to me when she was not working; the letters were written at the end of the month. I wrote to Mary Ann but she did not write back.

My Darling,

I was so happy to hear that you arrived safely. I had a bad dream about your plane crashing. Thanks for giving me your first impressions. Did you have a good time while at home on leave? I hope so. Did you think of me? I sold the car.

This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, 
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good-night, good-night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

You are my R and R,

Laura

I wrote her weekly, describing the area and what I had done on my time off. I told her of my work and the guys I worked with. I told her I missed her. I even told her that I marked the time by her letters, knowing it would be another month until the next one arrived. I went to the library and checked out a book, ‘William Shakespeare.’

We exchanged Christmas gifts. The small package she sent had an envelope on top of a wrapped package. Inside the envelope was a subscription to ‘Playboy.’ Unwrapping the package I found the panties she had worn so many times, Mary Ann’s panties. I put the crotch to my nose and tried to smell the many stains she had left there. I sent her a kimono. 

A 3 x 5” photo of a small white house fell out of her seventh letter. It was a plain house in need of paint. The only color in the photo was a trellised rose bush to the side of the house.

My Darling,

Only 11 months and you will be back with me. When I can sleep, I dream of you. Please be careful, don’t make my dreams come true. I have put down roots. I rented the house in the picture for one year. I will spend three nights each month there. The only furniture is a king sized bed. Some of my coworkers wanted to use it too but I said no because you and I will be the only ones to use the bed. Does that sound tempting? I can’t wait. 

A Thousand Times Good-Night! 

You are my R & R,

Laura

I wrote back, saying that the house looked very inviting and that I too was looking forward to sharing the king sized bed with her. I also told her not to worry about me, saying I was in a safe location. Since you are taking pictures, ‘how about sending some of you?’ 

My Darling,

A picture of me? You know how I look, don’t you remember me? I know you didn’t like my hair lightened so I have let it grow back natural. Think of me that way. Oh, please think of me. And I will dream of you.

I met the youthful lord at Lawrence’ cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o’er the dounds of modesty.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 04



You are my R & R,

Laura

One letter arrived in the middle of the month. Something was wrong, I could feel it. My hands trembled as I tore the envelope open.

Mister,

How’s that Korean pussy? Do they suck your cock the way I do? Do they take you up the ass the way I do? Karen had a drug problem. I didn’t know how bad it was. When I tried to talk to her about it she said Tess, Tess, Tess. Laugh mister, it’s a Tess nightmare. Please make it stop.

Hurry home before we hear the knock on the door.

Tess 

I sent a trinket for her birthday, telling her the insignia was 30 in Korean.

My darling, 

Thank you for remembering my birthday. You remembered! I put the gift on the chain. I wear it when I sleep in our bed. I’m getting old. Will you still want me? The nightmares are getting worse. Please come back to me and prove them wrong. Only six more months. I can’t wait.

Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good-night till it be morning.

You are my R & R,

Laura

Two bank cards fell from the last letter from Laura.

My Darling,

Only one more month and you will be in our bed Please sign and return the enclosed cards. One is my bank account and the other is my safety deposit box. The spare key hangs on the rose trellis. Let yourself in through the back door. I can hardly wait for you to hold me, to stop the nightmares.

What’s here? a cup, clos’d in my ture love’s hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timless end:-
O churl! drink all, and leave no friendly drop
To help me after?--I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To Make me die with a restorative.

You are my R & R,

Laura

{to be continued with part 5, Randy comes home. Please make suggestions. At least two endings are planned.)  



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 05



Not having a telephone number, I wrote Laura as soon as I got back to the states, telling her that I was being discharged and that I would see her soon. 

As of the 21st I was a civilian again. I spent the next two days looking for a suitable car, settling on a two-year-old Toyota with low mileage. It took two days to cross California and one half of Arizona, partly because I didn't want to push the car in the desert heat, mainly because I didn't want to be alone in Laura's house for long. The hand drawn map she had sent me did not contain street names or house numbers but it was accurate and the house was easy to recognize from the photo, even though it was dark when I arrived.

Not having a flashlight, I parked the car in such a way to direct the headlights on the rose trellis. Throns stabbed my fingers as I searched for the key. By the description she had given, "'on the trellis," Laura had not planned on my arriving in the middle of the night.

The house was small. From the back door I stepped into the kitchen, a rectangular room with a refrigerator and stove, both small. The front room and the second bedroom were devoid of furniture. Laura's bedroom at the rear of the house had the bed that she had written about, it being the only furniture. 

Dropping my bag, I went back to the kitchen. The refrigerator was empty. On the counter was a small microwave, a toaster and a coffee maker. In the cabinets there was a set of dishes, four place settings, four glasses, silverware and two pans for cooking. I poured myself two fingers of scotch, thinking, it's a good thing I'm not hungry.

Sleeping in Laura's bed was strange, yet familiar. I could tell by the slight depression in the mattress that she slept on the left side of the bed, something I recalled from our R & R's. The bed sheets were clean but I still picked up her scent. Though I slept on what I knew to be my side, I swapped pillows, laying my head in the depression made by hers. 

When I awoke I decided it had to be Saturday, the 26th, because I had been discharged on Monday, the 21st. I made a pot of coffee and retraced my steps through the empty rooms. The walls and wooden floors were clean but bare and there were no curtains or blinds on the windows in the unused rooms. The bedroom with the king-sized bed had dark drapes on the two windows and there was an air conditioner in one of the windows. The floor and walls were bare.

I took another tour of the house, taking notice that there was no telephone, no television, not even a radio. In the bathroom I found a closet with towels and soap but there was no indication that a young woman occupied the house. Even I knew something of the habits of females. There was no make up or jars of face cream. There was, however, an assortment of scented bath flakes.

In the bedroom closet, clothes, mainly casual, some of which I recognized from our weekends together nearly two years before, hung neatly on hangers. The kimono I had sent her for Christmas looked as if it had not been worn. Even the long nightgown was on a hanger. On the floor of the closet, next to her shoes was a suitcase. Curious, I opened the case to find panties, bras and socks, all very plain and white, like she had always worn on our R & Rs.

I spotted a shoebox on the top shelf. Reasoning that if she hadn't wanted me to see the contents she wouldn't have left it there, I reached for the box. Inside was a bundle of letters, all from me. Under the letters was the gold chain and the Korean trinket, my birthday gifts to her. At the bottom was the book, "Works of William Shakespeare." 

Thumbing through the book, I discovered that it had been used and abused. Passages had been highlighted, some pages were dog-eared and others were missing. The only other item in the shoebox was an envelope containing the safety deposit key.

Satisfied that I had done enough snooping, I closed up the house and went searching for a place to get something to eat. The town was small, one main street with a choice of two eating establishments. After breakfast I went shopping for groceries. In addition to staples, milk and bread, I bought eggs and three packages of meat. 

It was Saturday morning, the 26th. Having been in Laura's house about twelve hours, I was already bored. It seemed strange to be alone in someone's home. How well did I really know her? We had spent a few days and nights together a long time before. Her short letters revealed nothing personal about her except the recurring dreams she complained about having. The bed was the only place to sit down. I went for a long walk.

Sometime during the night I heard the shower. Excited, I raised myself up and looked around the dark room for any sign that she had come into the bedroom and found me sleeping. I would run into the bathroom and surprise her, to show her that I was awake. But when my feet touched the cold wooden floor it struck me. She's taking the shower because she worked last night; she's cleansing herself, making the transition from Tess to Laura. What if she's Tess? What if she's not ready for me? I got into the bed and tried to go back to sleep.

Laura eased herself into the bed, making a slight dip in the mattress as she settled in. Aside from one short sigh, we lay quietly for the next thirty minutes. I knew I was not going back to sleep and I suspected she would not be able to sleep either.

Laura broke the silence, "Are you awake?" 

"Yes," I answered, wondering why she had not said my name.

"Would you put your arm around me?"

I rolled over and placed my hand on her belly. She was wearing the long nightgown. She put her small hand on mine and squeezed. A minute later her hand slipped from mine and her breathing became halting, a quiet snore escaping her nose. Her hair smelled clean. In the dark room I held her and listened to her sleep, wondering what was in our future, letting fear seep into my thoughts.

I did not sleep. Once, when she kicked me I compressed my hand against her tummy. Her hand covered mine for a few seconds, followed by a sigh as her body relaxed. When a speck of light filtered through the drapes I moved my hand from its resting place. Laura rolled onto her stomach, still asleep. My arm ached from being in the same position so long. In the dim light could see the strained look around her eyes and mouth.

An hour later I felt the peck on the back of my neck as her arms encircled my waist. I was at the stove, making an omelet, big enough for the two of us if she woke up, small enough for me to devour alone if she did not. 

"Did the smell of coffee wake you?" I ask without turning. She was still wearing the long nightgown, nothing more.

"I reached for you and you weren't there."

I shut off the burner and turned to her. Seeing the sadness in her eyes and the drawn look on her face, I tried to hide my alarm. Laura studied my face, her lips quivering. Her slight body trembled in my arms; I felt wetness on my cheek. 

"I'm crying because I'm so happy you're home," she said to explain the tears. 

Laura excused herself to get dressed. When she returned her face was still pale but dry. She was wearing shorts and a sleeveless blouse, both white and loose fitting, with white sneakers and socks. Without peeking, I knew that her panties and bra were plain and white also. She wanted to be held again. 

We stood at the kitchen counter and ate an overcooked bacon omelet with toast and coffee. I apologized for my cooking. Laura laughed and said it was fine, she was not very hungry. She wanted to know about my flight across the Pacific and my drive from the coast. We talked about our long separation, skirting what was foremost on our minds, what the future would bring?

"You didn't bring in my mail," she exclaimed.

I had walked by the mail box in front of the house but had not thought to check it. As I walked past my car I wondered how Laura had gotten home. It must have been well after midnight when she came to bed. There were two pieces of mail in the box, a bill from the electric company and the letter I had written when I first got back to the states.

"I'll need to pay this on Monday, I don't have a checking account so I have to pay in person," Laura commented, setting the electric bill aside and opening my letter. She had washed the dishes while I was getting the mail. I expected for her to scold me for not addressing the letter to the brothel. I had been sending letters to the house for the past eleven months because she preferred to read them while on her R & R. 

"You're out? you're a civilian?" She jumped into my arms. "I'm so happy," she said, sobbing. Two things struck me. We had not kissed and she had not called me Randy.

"What are your plans?" She ask. We were in my car, running some errands. Laura's hair was brushed and her face was scrubbed but to my surprise, she wore no make up. In addition to the loose fitting clothes, she wore sun glasses. 

"I don't have any," I answered, failing to add, "it depends on us." I had written that I planned on going to school but getting out earlier than I had anticipated had thrown me a curve. My future was upon me and 'going to school,' was a vague fantasy, not a plan.

She took me into the bank and told a cashier that we wanted to open a joint checking account. The cashier directed us to have a seat near a large mahogany desk. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered to Laura. She wouldn't look at me.

A middle-aged man joined us at the desk. Laura repeated what she had said to the cashier, saying that it was to be a joint account, that she and her brother would be writing checks and making deposits. The banker needed identification from each of us. 

"You're twenty-one?" the banker questioned me as he handed my driver's license back. Laura turned her head sharply toward me and I could hear her gasp. She was just learning that I had had two birthdays while overseas. While the banker deposited the cash that Laura had counted out, she pointed out where the safety deposit boxes were located. "The savings book is in the box," she confided.

"I'm such a shit!" she screamed when we were back in the car, "such a selfish shit!" I knew that she was berating herself for never having ask when my birthday was. She still thought of me as being a teenager.

"Why did you do that?" I ask, referring to the joint checking account she had just opened. I had not delivered the news that I would need to go home to see my family. I may not come back, I thought.

"Because I want to pay my bills by check. It's not always convenient to pick up a money order and people get suspicious when I pay by cash. The landlord stops by for the rent and he never has change, then I have to wait for him to give me a receipt. He's a lecherous old coot and I'm sure he wonders why I don't have curtains up to the windows. This way I'll be able to put a check in the mail and not worry about him catching me in my underwear." 

"Okay, sounds good," I said, wondering why she had not opened checking account before. It bothered me that she had named me as a co-owner of the account. She was assuming that I would be around. 

"Let's go home, I want to enjoy you," she said, an expectant look in her eyes.

We stripped down to our underwear and lay on the bed. It was then that I saw how thin she had become. She would not kiss me on the lips, wanting only to rest her head on my chest, her hair tickling my chin each time she looked my way to see my expression.

She agonized about missing my birthday, twice. I rubbed her back and told her to stop fretting about it. We talked about the weekends we had in Phoenix and about our exchange of letters while I was overseas. Catching up was not easy, there were certain questions I could not ask and she was hesitant to ask the thing she needed to know, what were my plans? 

I did find out some things that I was curious about. The house she had rented was fourteen miles south of the town where her work, the brothel, was located. She had taken a taxi home at about 3 a.m. She had not considered getting a TV or a telephone because she had wanted to be alone. If I wanted, she would order a telephone and we would go shopping for a television. I said no, we could get by very nicely with just each other. She laughed, saying she had not met any of the neighbors.

"When will you go see your family?"

"I thought maybe next week," I said, stroking her hair. 

"Mmmm," her voice tailing into sleep. I lay quietly, listening to her breath, my hand on her back to assure her I was there. When she jumped I stroked her hair. 

"Will you write to me?" 

The question startled me. She had settled into a deep sleep for the past two hours and then she was awake, wanting to know if I would write while at home. I hesitated. If I said I would write she would wonder how long I was planning to stay. If I said no it would be like a commitment that I would be back soon.

"It depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Will you write to me?"

"I'll call you," she said, lifting her head from my chest to look at me. I smiled, knowing she wanted my approval.

We spent a restless night. Laura had a series of little fits, jerking, kicking and rolling around the bed. Twice I heard her get out of bed and paddle around from room to room on the bare floors. I had trouble sleeping because I did not know how to tell her that I might not come back. By not saying anything it was as if I was lying.

When I saw light peek through the heavy drapes I eased myself out of bed. Laura was snoring lightly. I went into the bathroom to take a piss and decided to take a shower. Returning to the bedroom to get a clean pair of shorts from my bag I saw the Laura was awake, motioning for me to come back to bed. As I slipped into the bed she came to me, warm and soft and caring. What more could one want on a Sunday morning, I thought.

She was a woman possessed, flicking my nipples while reaching for the snaps on my shorts. My cock came to life as soon as her hand found my balls. She was on her knees, kneading my nuts in her small hand. She grabbed one of my hands and directed it to the shoulder straps of her gown, raising her arms for me to lift it off. The gown slipped over her slim body, displaying the gold chain around her neck with the Korean trinket dangling between her breasts. Unencumbered, Laura's small body bent to lick around the head of my cock in a circular clockwise motion, her hair tumbling to tickle my stomach as her head moved. I had waited 18 months for this moment, dreaming of how it would feel, never letting it leave my mind, not even when receiving a poor imitation of the act from someone else. 

She engulfed me to the back of her throat, lingering, sucking hard on the way back up, kneading my balls, tongue flicking the head, moving her hair, grinning at me and repeating the maneuver, driving me insane. When I tried to fuck her mouth I felt a sharp tug on my balls, restraining such action. Laura was in charge. I watched her work, admired the technique she practiced to give me a prolonged enjoyable experience. She knew I was ready to come before I did. When I could not hold back I let my balls empty into her waiting mouth. Lovingly, she licked me clean and then dashed off to the bathroom.

"I thought about doing that for you every day you were gone," she said. When she took her place, her tits mashed to my chest and her hair tickling my nose. When we kissed I tasted a combination of mouth wash and tooth paste. I pulled her up and sucked on her nipples, first one and then the other.

"I thought of you doing that every day I was away," I said as I brought my lips to hers for longer kiss.

"Mmmmm..... I thought of you too and doing that every day you were away." She took my nuts in her hand again, getting my attention. 

"Did you think of what you could do with my nuts every day too?"

"Mmmmm...... I thought of making you happy every day you were away."

My cock was responding to her touch. "You know what I would like for you to do?"

"Mmmmm.... I think so...what would you like for me to do?"

"You know that milking thing you do? I would like for you to put my cock in your pussy and do that milking thing for a long time, with you tits where I can reach them and your lips near enough for me to kiss whenever I want. That's what I thought about all the time I was away."

"Why didn't you say so? Why didn't you write that to me? You make me so mad some times. You know I'll do anything for you, don't you? Don't you know that?"

Slowly, she lowered herself on me until we were fully engaged. I felt her grip me and begin the milking action I had requested. She bent her body forward to place her tits in my cupped hands. I brought her lips down to mine, squeezing her tits as we kissed.

"Tell me you know that, tell me you know I'll do anything for you," she said when I let her lips leave mine. I felt her cunt make my cock sing.

She straightened her body, making me go deeper and making my balls scream. She came forward again, bringing her tits into my welcoming palms and her lips back to mine.

"Tell me, tell me you know," she implored. "Tell me you know I would do anything to please you."

"I know, I know you would do anything for me, I know I can ask you for anything," I said.

She raised her body again, seating my cock, milking it, smiling down at me, tears forming in her eyes.

"Does that feel good? Am I doing it right?" she asked as her tits leaned into my hands again. 

"You're doing it perfectly, it's exactly as I remembered," I assured her.

"I like it too, can I fuck you now? I feel like coming. Can I make you cum with me?"

She did not move back up until I said okay. "Yes, fuck me now, I want you to cum with me."

With that, Laura straightened her back, milked me again before raising her body until we were barely joined, then slamming back down, milking, raising, slamming back down with a purposeful look on her face. When my cum spurted she bent down to me, whimpering. She was still milking me as her wet cheek came to mine. "I'll do anything you want, just tell me, all you need to do is tell me," she whispered.

"What is that?," I ask. Laura moved away, putting her hands up to ward me off. We were in the shower. I had washed her front, paying special attention to her tits and her cunt. She had washed my front, making my cock hard again. I had turned to let her wash my back but when I tried to return the favor, she resisted, backing away, saying that her back was clean. This was not like Laura. She had always loved to feel my hands on her ass cheeks. 

Determined to please her, I forcefully turned her back to me. "What is that?" I ask, seeing the purple scar on the right cheek of her ass. Laura squirmed away, nearly slipping as she jumped from the tub. I got a glimpse of the scar before she draped a towel around her mid section and fled to the bedroom. It looked to be indented, purple at the center, fading to blue veins at the edges.

The bedroom door was closed. There was no lock on the door but I knocked anyway, concerned that I would spook her. There was no answer. I knocked again and called out to her. When she still did not answer I entered the room. Laura was lying on her back, legs spread. Her hair was wet and there was moisture on her upper body. 

I tried to dry her hair but she fought me, trying to push me away. 

"Who did that to you? What happened?"

There was a deranged look in her eyes, filled with sadness but there were no tears. She watched me closely, ready to attack if I came near. I gave her space.

"My tits are still pretty, do you like my tits?" her voice was distant. "I'll be your little whore, do you like my pussy? Do you think it's pretty?"

"Who did that to you?" 

"We had a trailer at the edge of this little town, this other girl and me. Business men..."




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 05



"Laura, tell me what happened." I pleaded with her. My eyes were filled with tears. I wanted to touch her, to comfort her but she wouldn't let me near her. 

"Her name was Karen, she had a drug problem. I didn't know..."

I left the room. It was 10 a.m. on Sunday morning, the 28th. We would have Monday together. I knew she would want to go back to work on Tuesday, the 30th. Our time together was so short and I had ruined it. But I had to know who had done this to her. Someone, I decided, had put a cigarette out on her butt. Never in my life had I felt sadder. Never in my life had I felt such rage.

She wouldn't eat. I was not very hungry either. I went for a walk and bought a newspaper and ice cream. When I stepped back into the house Laura was in the kitchen, wearing the kimono. She let me dry her hair. 

She wanted to be held but when I tried to kiss her she pulled away, saying "whores don't kiss, we just fuck." I held her there in the kitchen for a long time. Later, I brushed her hair. She smiled, "that's nice," she said. 

We had some ice cream and went back to the bed room. The sheets were damp from where she had lain on the bed. She stripped me of my clothes and had me lay face down on the damp sheets. She rubbed my arms and my back and my legs, humming softly. I was almost asleep when she whacked me on the butt, signaling for me to turn over.

She had removed the kimono. She lay on top of me, her cheek next to mine, her tits flat against my chest. 

"I was being a whore," she began. "This morning when I said I would do anything for you I was being a whore. You'll take me to work on Tuesday morning before you leave. Forget what I said. I was being a whore, telling you to tell me what I should do. I was saying those things to give you reason to come back to me. Forget those things, please don't remember me being a whore."

"You were not being a whore. Those things you said were all true. You said them from the heart," I said, holding her small body to me, feeling her tears on my cheek.

She kissed me and we made love, gently.

I suggested we go someplace for dinner but she wouldn't hear of it, saying we had to eat the perishables I had bought or throw them out as she didn't want them to spoil in the refrigerator. I cooked and got her to eat but not enough to put on any weight. 

We laid together on the bed and talked. I answered her questions about my childhood but when I wanted to know about her life as a child she turned sullen, saying only that, as far as her family was concerned, she no longer existed. She as much as told me that was the reason she had made me co-owner of her bank accounts. She trusted no one else.

She read passages to me from Romeo and Juliet and from Macbeth, pausing to smile and place her hand on my cheek to empathize a her favorite lines. We made love and she slept peacefully most of the night. 

She wouldn't let me see the scar. She rejected my advances when I tried to place her in a doggy style position. She began to wear the white cotton panties under the kimono. 

Monday went much the same. Knowing it was our last day together we clung to one another. I watched her closely when she read from the book, looking for a sign that she was trying to tell me something, that the passages she chose had a deeper meaning. When she removed the kimono, the cotton panties were missing. We made love. 

Before we went to sleep, we fucked, abandoning sweetness and light, making gut wrenching, slapping, sounds. We changed positions, we rolled from one end of the bed to the other, growling, laughing and generally having a good time, trying our best to make it a memorable fuck. She wore the panties in the shower.

Laura spent a fitful night. At one point she kicked me so hard I fell out of the bed. She reached for me and awoke when she discovered I was on the floor. I was picking myself up when I felt her land on top of me. "I'm so sorry, are you all right?" We remained that way, on the wooden floor, her on top of me, for what seemed like hours. 

She made me stop at the end of the street, saying she would walk the rest of the way. With a final kiss, I watched her walk toward the large house, which I vaguely recalled as being the brothel where we had met nearly two years before. She wore the same loose fitting shorts and top with white sneakers. She didn't look back until she got to the door. Even with the dark shades covering her eyes, I could tell that she was crying. I was crying too.

I stripped the bed and cleaned out the refrigerator. Looking around, I gave the house one final check, wondering if I would ever see it again. I replaced the key on the rose trellis and drove away.

The first time I had to stop for gas I found a note in my wallet. "In case you need money," the note said. The note was attached to one of the temporary checks the bank had supplied. 

"That girl from Arizona called," my mother told me one morning after I had been out late the night before. "Laura, is that her name? She seems nice, she was happy to hear that you made the trip without any trouble. She wanted to know if you were having a good time. I told her you were, was that all right? She won't keep calling, will she?"

The following week we talked for 15 minutes. "Am I being a whore? Calling you like this?" I told her not to be silly, to please call again. "Randy," she said before ending the call, "Karen was my sister, the folks blamed me for not taking better care of her."

Laura was melancholy the last time she called. "It was a weekend date, I was being a whore, I did it for the money. He wanted my back door. I told him no, that it was special. He got mad but I didn't give it to him Randy, I didn't. He was drunk and..."

"Who was it?" I screamed. "Who is it?"

"I deserved it Randy, I was being a whore and I didn't give him what he wanted," her voice was breaking. 

"I'm going to take you to see a doctor." 

She didn't say anything.

"Laura, did you hear me? I'm going to take you to see a doctor."

"You are my R & R," she murmured. I could tell that she was shedding tears, tears of joy.

The first thing I noticed when I let myself in the back door was the telephone on kitchen wall.

{to be continued. Chapter 6, Randy comes home again.} 



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 06



The key on the rose trellis was easier to find. It was mid day on the 27th of July. I had been gone one day shy of 4 weeks and had cut it close. Laura would probably come in sometime during the night and spend until Saturday the 31st with me. As I entered through the back door I saw the telephone on the kitchen wall.

Having made the commitment to take Laura to see a doctor, to be with her, to share her life, I had brought most of my possessions. I made several trips to my car, dumping my stuff in the middle of the floor in the second bedroom.

To my surprise, the bed had been made. She must have done that when she let the guy in to install the telephone. I wondered when that had been, before I told her I would take her to see a doctor or after? I had not seen the second phone on the floor next to the bed until it rang.

“Hi Honey, when did you get there? Did you have any trouble?”

“Just got here, everything is fine, how are you?”

“Do you want to pick me up? I mean, I can take a cab, should I do that?”

We met at the same corner where I had dropped her off a month before. She wore the same loose fitting clothes. She attempted a smile, the shallow look in her eyes would not allow it. I got out of the car to open the door for her. She was soft and small in my arms. We did not kiss.

“I’ve been wondering about something,” I said when we were under way. 

Laura sat on the far side of the seat. She stiffened; alarm came over her face. She was on guard, bracing herself for a subject too sensitive to discuss. 

“Is Stone your married name?”

I saw her guard drop and the shadow disappear from her face. “I’ve never been married, why do you ask?” 

“How are you going to explain me? This is a small town, there will be gossip, two people with different names living in the same house?”

“Are you suggesting we should get married?” she asked, smiling for the first time.

“Would that suit you?”

She reached for my right hand and placed it on her cheek. “That’s just what you need, an old prostitute to take care of,” she said sarcastically, moving my hand against her cheek. “I’m going to take care of you,” I said seriously.

Laura dropped my hand and looked out the window. We rode in silence.

“Want to come in?” I asked, parking in front of the only grocery store in town. There was nothing in the house to eat.

We shopped together, consulting the other about each item we tossed into the cart. “I’ve given this some thought, this is how it will work. I’m a widow and you’re my brother. My husband, C. C. Stone, was killed at sea two years ago and you came to live with me because our parents are dead.” She looked my way to see if I was following the plot.

“What does C. C. stand for?”

Laura had a blank look on her face but soon brightened. “Christopher Columbus,” she smiled, then added, “But we call him C.C., never Chris.”

“How do you explain your long absences?”

“Simple, I have a job that requires a lot of travel,” she said, picking up a loaf of pumpernickel and looking to me for approval.

“But what’s your occupation? Here’s your chance to be anything you like, what will it be?”

“It would be easier to just tell people I’m a prostitute,” she said, fluttering eyelashes at me.

We had a battle over who would pay for the groceries. Laura won, telling the cashier, “My little brother is too young to buy his own groceries.”

“Did you see how good I was? I didn’t touch you once that whole time in the store. Do you think the cashier believed me?

“She probably had her doubts,” I said, “just from the way we were looking at each other she probably thought, incest.”

“I’ll give you incest. All the other little boys will wish they had a sister like me.”

We took off our clothes and lay on the bed, she wore her plain panties and put her head on my chest. We talked about our living arrangements, refining our story, trying to think of suitable employment for Laura.

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow, okay? I want to get curtains for the other windows and we can get a TV set if you want. We should buy a bed for the second bedroom, for appearance sake, if someone comes inside it won’t look like we sleep together.”

“I’m not going to let you pay for all this stuff. We don’t need a TV, If I go to school it would be a distraction,” I said. 

“Are you going to go to school?”

“Don’t know, I’m going to look into it but first I’ve got to get a job.”

“No you don’t. I don’t want you working if you go to college.”

“So, I’m going to be a kept man? I never thought it would come to this, fucking my sister and letting her support me.”

“Sis has her needs. C C has been gone a long time.”

I stroked her hair. Seeing Laura in a jovial mood was giving me hope, false hope. During the night she tossed and turned, kicked and flailed. At one point she sat up and screamed, “MY ASS, MY ASS, NOT MY ASS!”

She wouldn’t let me touch her. Each time I tried she jerked her body away she struck me with her slim hand. I was wide awake; she was still asleep. 

It was 3:47 a.m. I went to the kitchen and made coffee, wanting to be near if she needed me but not near enough to catch a fist in the eye. I walked from room to room, waiting for the coffee to make, wondering what I was going to do.

“Honey, are you here?” She had awakened. I was standing in the kitchen drinking my second cup of coffee. I went to her.

She stretched out her arms to me. I put down the coffee cup and went to her. She wanted to be held. She wore the long night gown, looking small in the dark. I stroked her hair and let her hold me. She brought me down to lie on top of her. 

“You feel good,” she said, running her hands over my back. Afraid I would crush her, I supported my weight on one elbow. In the dark I could make out the serious look on her face.

“I had a bad dream. You were in it. Then I woke up and you weren’t here with me, when I called for you and you came I was so relieved, are you okay? You didn’t really drink the poison, did you?”

“No, it was coffee, I had two cups of coffee,” I tried to assure her that I was fine.

“I’m going to do you, what is that thing you like, what do we call it?”

“I think it’s called a blow job,” I laughed, feeling her body giggle in the dark.

“That thing you like, why do you call it milking?”

“Oh that. I like that better than anything. When I was a kid I milked a cow a few times, it’s like that, like milking a cow.”

“Did you live on a farm? You never said that, tell me about that. I want to know everything about you.”

“I never lived on a farm. I visited a friend. He got up early to help milk the cows. They used a milking machine but there was this one old cow that only had three tits. They let me milk her some times. There was very little light in the barn so I learned to find the three good tits in the dark”

Laura snapped her fingers. “We’ll call it milking, you just snap your fingers and say, hey sis, milk me and I will.”

We lay in the dark, holding each other, our bodies jiggling together.

She snapped her fingers again. “Have you forgotten how to snap your fingers? Come on, snap your fingers and say, hey sis, milk me, come on, snap your fingers, I want to do you.”

“Let’s lay here like this and talk. I like it when you hold me, let’s just talk.”

“Okay, what shall we talk about? Would you rather have a blow job?”

“Tell me about C C, was C C Stone a good lover?”

“C C Stone didn’t know which end was up. He was very insecure because he knew he had a tiny cock. I tried to prop up his ego. ‘Oh, C C, don’t put it in all the way, your huge, I can’t take it all at once,’ but C C knew better, he knew he was small.”

She had me laughing. “He died at sea, how did that happen?”

“He was on a ship headed for China, trying to get away from me. He left a note saying that I was over sexed, he knew he could never satisfy me. The report said he jumped overboard after one of the seamen had seen his little cock and told the other sailors how small he was.”

“Really?” I laughed.

“Really, now snap you fingers, I’m bored with making stuff up about C C Stone.”

I snapped my fingers, “Hey, sis, milk me,” and braced myself for the onslaught that I knew would follow. With surprising strength, Laura shoved me aside, shed her nightgown and stripped me of my shorts. 

With my balls in her hand, she bent down and engulfed my cock, bringing it to its extended state with three long sucks, leaving saliva roll from the tip down the sides. In the dark I watched her lower her wet pussy until we were one. She sat upon me, holding my balls in her left hand, her right hand on my chest for balance. Still not moving, she had my full attention. 

“Say it again, tell me what to do.”

I snapped my fingers, “Hey, sis, milk me.”

And she did. Smiling down at me, her eyes locked on mine, she gave me a feel that sent chills through me. She kept it up for several minutes before leaning forward. I took her tits in my hands as she brought her mouth to my ears.

“My darling, I can not tell you how happy you make me. I can not put into words how thrilled I was when you answered the phone. I had dialed the number a dozen times, hoping that you would answer, hoping that nothing would happen, praying that you had not changed your mind. You will never know, I will tell you every day but you will never know how happy you make me.”

She raised herself to the sitting position, still milking. When she brought her tits to my waiting hands and her lips back to my ear I felt dampness on my cheek. 

“My darling, you are the dearest thing I have ever known. Believe me, I have never trusted anyone the way I trust you. When I heard your voice, when you answered the phone it was like my prayers had been answered.”

“Does that feel good?” She was back in the sitting position, smiling down at me, the Korean trinket hanging on the chain between her tits, dampness on her cheek, her thumb rolling my balls in her hand and her pussy making my cock sing. She laughed when I let out a whoop, declaring that she was the answer to my prayers. “Just snap your fingers, that’s all you have to do,” she said, running to the bathroom ahead of me. She wouldn’t let me switch on the light.

“Why me?” I asked. We were having an early breakfast, standing with our plates on the kitchen counter top. Laura was wearing the kimono. She looked my way, a puzzled expression on her face.

“Why did you pick me for your R & R in town?”

“Oh, I don’t really know, it was something about the way you looked at me, as if I was not just some whore sucking your dick. I’ll admit, at first I was just teasing you, asking you to show me a good time. When I called you and talked you into spending the weekend together it was still a tease. I think when you told me about Mary Ann and how you got so frustrated with her not putting out, I think that was when I begin to trust you.”

“But Laura, you’ve trusted me with your money. I don’t even trust myself that much.”

She put down her fork and came into my arms. “Sweety,” she whispered into my ear, “the money is nothing compared to the trust I have placed in you, I told you about Karen.”

She clung to me. I held her, rocking in my arms. 

“Why won’t you tell me who did that to you? Who burned you?”

She tensed, pushed me away and ran to the bedroom. A minute later I heard the shower running. I began to wash the breakfast dishes and clean up the kitchen.

The new checks had arrived. Laura wrote checks to pay the rent and some bills and we drove down to the post office to mail them. She wanted me to go into the bank with her. On the way to the car she handed me the deposit slip to post in the check book.

“Holy shit, Laura, do you think it’s a good idea to deposit that much cash? What if the bank starts wondering where all those bills are coming from?”

“So,” she said nonchalantly, “who cares?”

“Not me. I don’t care. It’s just that if they start snooping around it could get you into trouble, trouble for all of you. It could close you down.”

“What choice do I have? Stick the cash in the mattress?” 

“We need to figure out a way to launder the cash,” I said.

“Okay honey, you do that,” she said, sliding next to me in the car seat. I put my arm around her and gave her a short kiss before starting the car. She was wearing cut -offs, a sleeveless blouse and white sneakers. I stuck my thumb under the neck of the blouse to take a peek at the plain white bra she was wearing. 

She smiled, “snap your fingers and I’ll take it off,” she chided me.

I drove aimlessly, knowing she wanted to look for curtains. As we approached the city Laura got edgy. I noticed her looking around, a frightened look on her face. 

“Where are we going? Can’t we take a different road?”

“I thought you wanted to buy some curtains, this is the most direct route if we’re going to find the best stores.”

When I stopped for a traffic light she became hysterical. She couldn’t sit still, jumping around the seat like it was hot. When the light changed and I stepped on the gas she leaned down on the seat as if she was going to put her head in my lap. I put my head on her shoulder and felt her body shake. Her head was buried in her hands. What the hell? 

Two blocks passed before Laura raised her head. Sheepishly, she peered around, fear still in her eyes. I reached for her and she sidled her hip next to mine and took my free hand in hers. “Snap your fingers, that’s all you have to do,” she said, placing my open palm on her breast.

We paid cash for curtains, all white lace except for the fruit pattern she picked out for the kitchen windows. We made arrangements for a furniture store to deliver the bed and a small kitchen table with two chairs on the following Monday. 

“My brother will write a check for the balance when you make the delivery,” Laura said sweetly to the salesman.

She wanted me to go west for a few miles to a bedding store where she selected sheets and pillow cases for my new twin sized bed. 

“We can take this road north, can’t we?” she said, looking at me expectantly when we approached a highway. When I turned onto the road she slid next to me, getting close. “Now you’ll have a place to sleep when I get rowdy in the night” 

“I don’t mind you getting rowdy,” I tried to assure her.

“Now you have a place to bring girls, I don’t want you bringing them into my bed, okay?”

She caught me off guard. Startled at what she had said, I vowed not to bring a girl to the house. She laughed, “Just remember what I said. Don’t fuck the little tarts in my bed, understand?” 

On Wednesday we hung the curtains and talked about how we could deposit her pay into the checking account without raising suspicions in the bank. I suggested that we could buy money orders, deposit them into my checking account back home, then make a deposit to our joint account with a check from my account.

“What ever you think best,” Laura said, dismissing the subject.

We went out to eat that night. Laura wore a simple short skirt and a same sleeveless blouse from the day before. To my surprise, small pearl ear rings adorned her ears. On the way to the car I gave her one too many glances.

“Do you want to see my tits, just snap your fingers, you know I’ll do anything for you,” Laura wagged her finger at me.

“I was checking the chain, don’t you ever take it off?” I was thinking that it clashed with the pearl ear rings.

We went to a Mexican restaurant in a nearby town and ordered the hottest dishes on the menu. We drank several Mexican beers. We both got a little naughty. I asked Laura for a big favor. She said sure, anything. “Will you teach me cunnilingus? She roared, then said she would be glad to teach me how to lick pussy. “We’re being so naughty,” she laughed. It was good to hear.

“Randy?”

“Yes?” we were laying on the bed on Thursday morning. Laura clutching one of my hands to her belly.

“If I was the cashier? At that grocery store we were in? And you were a customer?” She paused, pressing my hand to her stomach.

“Yes?”

“Would you hit on me?”

“Would I hit on you? What made you think of such a thing?”

“Would you think I was attractive? If I was the cashier and you were buying a roast and I happened to ask how you were going to cook it. If I said, ‘do you like it rare?’ What would you say?”

“I would say that it depends on how you like your roast beef. If you like it rare I would offer to cook it rare for you.”

“Are you hitting on me? Are you asking me for a date?”

“Yes, how do you like your roast beef cooked?”

“Would you hit on me because you thought I was pretty?”

“Yes I would, you’re my number one.”

“I thought I was your second piece of ass.”

I had to explain about that night in the brothel when I had mentally ranked the five girls one through five, ending, “you were my number one.”

Laura turned my way, leaned down and kissed me, the Korean trinket landing on my chest. “If I was the cashier would you pick me up?”

“Yes, I would.”

“Prove it,” she said, turning, her back to me, my hand back on her belly.

“Okay, how do you want me to prove it?”

“Go to that store and hit on the cashier, take her out, seduce her. If you are successful you will have proven that you would hit on me if I was a cashier.”

“You’re shitting me, I’m not going to do that.”

She released my hand and her body became rigid. I tried to rub her tummy. She rolled away from me and lay quietly. “I worry about you being here alone. You need to meet other people, I’m not enough for you,” she said in a strange quiet way.

“I’m not going to hit on that cashier. For one thing she’s not as pretty as you.”

“You didn’t look at her. She has blue eyes and a nice body. I didn’t care for the way she has streaked her hair but that can be corrected. She wasn’t wearing a ring either.”

“Don’t forget what we talked about,” Laura said when I dropped her off on Saturday morning. I tried to extend our kiss but she wiggled away and was out the door before I could give her one last pat on the ass. She didn’t look back until she reached the front door of the brothel.

On Monday, I was saying goodbye to furniture guys who had delivered the new bed and table when a small wiry man walked across the front lawn.

“Who are you?” he asked abruptly.

Not having a telephone number I wrote Tess a letter at the brothel.

Dear Sis,

Looks like we’ll have to move. The landlord came by and stuck a for sale sign in the front yard. He said the lease was up but we can stay on month by month if we let him show the house. If we’re not willing to let people in we’re out at the end of this month. I said I would check with you. Want me to look for a place to move?

Your loving brother, Randy

Dropping the letter into the slot at the post office I wondered how long it would take for it to travel the fourteen miles. On the way back home I walked slowly past the grocery store. The cashier was bagging an order for an elderly lady. Laura had described her perfectly. I didn’t find the streak in her hair objectionable. Laura couldn’t be serious about me hitting on her, could she? 

On Tuesday I drove to the city. On the outskirts of town I remembered Laura’s strange demeanor when we approached an intersection. The light was green so I buzzed right through, looking on both sides of the street see what had spooked her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. On the corner to the left was a service station. On the right was a used car lot. Next came a block of stores on the left and a small cafe on the right. Traffic was heavy; I had to speed up, thinking I would take a closer look on the way home.

A saucy little receptionist at a hospital listened to my request, then made a call and told me to have a seat. A few minutes later I rose to my feet when a very attractive lady extended her hand. She must have been in her mid thirties. She had dark hair, brown eyes and a smile that made me want to pee. The red blazer was the only piece of clothing that I took notice of. Her name tag read Mrs. Connor. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 06



She took me to a small office where I explained that I was looking for the names of doctors who specialized in burn treatment. I told her that my sister had sat on a lit cigarette and the burn had left an ugly scar. She wanted to know what my sister was wearing at the time because certain materials were more flammable than others and, if not removed quickly, could intensify the burn. She frowned when I told her my sister was not wearing clothes at the time. 

“Have you seen the scar, Mr. Tucker?” Mrs. Conner asked.

“Only briefly, she’s very self conscious. 

“When did the burn take place?”

I did not know the answer for sure. “About six months ago,” I said, thinking of when the letter from Tess arrived.

“Has she had medical attention?”

I grimaced and shook my head. “Yes but I don’t think the guy knew what he was doing, that’s why we need a specialist.” 

“Mr. Tucker, is this person really your sister?”

With an indignant look, “yes, of course she’s my sister.”

“Mr. Tucker, I must ask this. Did you cause this to happen to your sister?”

Looking into Mrs. Connor’s brown eyes. “Ma’am, I was overseas at the time. I only got back to the states a month ago and my sister only recently told me about the accident. She is the only family I have; we are very close. It’s important that I find the doctor who will take care of her with discretion. As I said, my sister is very self conscious.” 

I must give Mrs. Connor credit. Her eyes never wavered and she listened to my speech. Satisfied, her breasts pushed the red blazer out as she handed me a list of doctors, saying, “The one’s with the little mark beside their name are skilled in skin grafting.”

On the way home I happened to see the sign, Community College. As I drove by the intersection that caused Laura to bury her head in her hands I took note of the two businesses. Big Al’s Service Station was the name on the sign on one corner. Across the street was a used car lot with banners. High in the air was a rotating sign, “Ollie’s Auto.”

“Where have you been? I’ve been calling since I got the letter.” Laura’s voice seemed frantic.

I snapped my finger near the receiver, “Sis, calm down. I’m sorry, I’ve been out.”

She giggled. “I’m sorry too. It’s just that ever since I got the news that C C jumped overboard, well, I worry about you.”

“You’re good,” I laughed.

“How much is he asking for the house?”

“Don’t know,” it had not occurred to me to ask.

“Find out, call Mr. Husky, okay? Don’t say we’re interested. Tell him something else, tell him we know someone who may be interested, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“I’ll find out but I don’t see what good it will do. How could we get a mortgage? He told me he’s selling all his rental property, it may take months for him to sell our house. I don’t want strangers coming in all the time, I’ll look for another place, just to be safe.”

“Randy?”

“Yes?”

“Did you do what we talked about?”

I stalled, thinking she must be serious, “not yet.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said in monotone and hung up.

It took three calls to reach Mr. Husky. He was suspicious, reluctant to quote the price. He wanted to know who the friend was. I told him it was C C Stone, my sister’s ex-husband.

“You told him what?” Laura squeal into the phone. I told her it worked, he gave me the price.

“Okay, here’s what you do,” she began in a serious tone, “first deduct ten percent, then find out how much a paint job will cost, inside and out. Triple that amount to cover the other things that must be wrong with the house. Deduct it from the price. That will be our offer.”

“Laura, are you shitting me? Have you considered how we can get a mortgage? I’m unemployed and your job, well, what did you decide you’re going to be?”

“Randy, have you done what we talked about?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well, don’t question me until you prove something to me, until you prove something to yourself, okay, honey?” Her voice had gone from stern to sweet.

“Okay,” I said sheepishly.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said. 

There were two cashiers working the registers as I passed the grocery store. The one with the streak in her hair glanced my way, expressing a slight recognition as I passed.

She probably knows everyone in this small town, I thought.

Laura had hung up before I had a chance to ask how I was supposed to get a quote to paint the house. The clerk in the hardware store was not much help. He said he would send someone by to take a look at the job. I didn’t have much faith that he would follow through. He had a contrary disposition.

I decided to stop at the grocery story to pick up a newspaper. There were sure to be ads for houses for rent. Perhaps house painters advertised their services too. I waited in line for the cashier with the streak in her hair to ring up my order.

“Lacy,” the name tag read. As Laura had noticed, Lacy had a nice body. I liked her blue eyes when she smiled at me.

“How do you like your roast beef cooked?” I asked as she keyed in the price of a four pound roast I had chosen.

“Why do you ask that?” she said, a faint smile on her lips.

“That’s the line my sister said to use if I ask you for a date,” I answered, seriously.

“Was that really your sister?” She had remembered us. She gave me my change, her eyes watching me closely.

“Sure, she’s my big sister.”

“You don’t look alike, she has lighter hair that you and.....you don’t look like brother and sister,” she said as she bagged the roast and handed me the newspaper. 

She was greeting the next customer, a middle aged couple, when I asked.

“So, Lacy, when can we go out? Would you like for me to cook the roast or would a movie be better?” 

Lacy blushed and the couple looked at me, amused. I waited for her to answer, not wanting to hear her say no, not wanting to tell Laura that the cashier had rejected me.

Lacy looked at me, appraising my stance. I did not budge. She reached for my newspaper and with a pencil, wrote a phone number at the top.

“Call me after seven, we’ll talk,” she said, turning to the couple.

As I walked to the door I heard a loud giggle. It was the other cashier.

Our house was advertised for sale in the real estate ads. The price was two thousand less that what Mr. Husky had quoted to me. I was furious. I cut out two ads for houses for rent although neither one looked like it would suit us.

I waited until eight o’clock to call Lacy, thinking that she would need time to eat or relax after being on her feet all day. I was being considerate, working up the nerve to make the call.

I answered each of Lacy’s questions, honestly, supplying more detail than was needed. We talked for twenty-five minutes. “Oh, I went there last year,” she said when I told her I was considering enrolling at the community college. She admitted that she had not done well but she encouraged me to enroll because it was a good school. When it came time for me to remind her that I was calling to ask for a date, she was still reluctant.

“Is your sister there?”

“No, she’s away, she travels most of the time.”

“What does she do?”

Laura, hang on, this is where I turn on the bull shit, I thought. “Her name is Laura, she works for an accounting firm. The headquarters is in San Francisco but she works all over the southwest. She’s an auditor, you know, she checks the books of the clients.” 

“When will she be home?”

“I never know. She called me from Albuquerque yesterday.” She couldn’t talk because she had a big fat cock in her mouth, I thought. “She has to stop by Santa Fe for a few days, then she has to be in the home office after that. She moves around so fast I can’t keep track of her schedule.” Should I say she moves around fast when she’s bouncing on some guys cock?

“She’s beautiful,” Lacy was saying.

“Yeah, she got the looks in our family.”

“Don’t say that, you’re not so bad.”

“Does that mean we have a date?”

A loud knock on the front door woke me at seven a.m. I looked out to see a beat up van, mostly gray in color, with ‘Jimmy the Painter” on the side.

Jimmy Chews was tall thin full-blooded Navajo with enough gray in his two inch hair to be about forty years of age. His handshake was tentative and his smile was shy. His teeth were stained from use of tobacco. I liked him immediately.

Jimmy walked around the house, describing what would need to be done, most of which I had never heard of before. When we got to the place where we started, I asked how much. He looked at me blankly, clearly having forgotten why he was there. We walked around the house again. He gave two numbers for each side, one representing how many hours it would take to prep and the other for paint. The preparation time exceeded his estimate of the hours it would require to paint the small house. 

“How many was that?” he asked me.

We settled on a price for the exterior, then I took him inside. He called off the hours for each room and I kept track. When he left I had his price and a telephone number where he could be reached.

“That bastard,” Laura exploded when I told her of the price discrepancy between the one Mr. Husky had quoted me for the house and what was advertised in the paper. She praised the way I went about getting the quotation for painting, remarking that the price seemed low to her. We decided on the price we would offer for the house, using the newspaper price as the beginning point and adding two hundred dollars to Jimmy’s quote.

“Go see Mr. Waite. He’s the attorney that drew up my will so he knows your name. We want him to prepare an offer to buy the house. Tell him this is all new to us and ask him to advise us about what else we need to do, okay honey.”

“What about the mortgage? Should we apply at the bank where you have the accounts?” I asked. She was making me nervous.

“Randy, sweety, let me handle that. See if Mr. Waite will present the offer to Mr. Husky. If he can’t you will have to do it, okay?”

“Won’t you need to sign the offer?”

“I want to get this settled honey. I want us to have that little house. We’ll put it in your name. You sign the offer.”

“Mr. Husky is going to be surprised, getting the offer from me. I told him it was C. C. Stone, your former husband who was interested in buying the house.”

Laura roared. “Did you tell him that C C had a little dick too?”

I couldn’t help being pleased that she was in such a jovial mood. Buying the house had lifted her spirits. She seemed to relish our discussion about it. I marveled at how smart she was, business wise. Negotiating with a guy over the price to suck his cock must have been good training.

“Randy?”

“Yes?” I knew what was coming next.

“Did you do what we talked about?”

“I haven’t fucked her yet,” I answered.

“Yet? What does that mean?”

“We have a date this Friday night.”

I could tell that my news was pleasing to her. As we ended the call she said she would call me the next day.

I had failed to tell her that she was now a traveling auditor. Nor had I told her about the appointment I had set up with the only female doctor on the list Mrs. Connor had given me. I was so happy about Laura sounding sane that I did not want to take the risk of upsetting her. These were things to talk about with her hair spread out on my bare chest as we lay together on our big bed.

{to be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 07



Being alone in the house was not to my liking. Sleeping alone, eating alone and waiting for the phone to ring were my only reasons for being there. The rest of the time I found other places to go. While alone I had too much time to think. While walking or driving around I could concentrate on seeing new things and not have to think about what I had gotten myself into. 

How well did we really know one another? I had picked Laura out of a line up. She was my number one. In a way, Laura had picked me out of a line up too. She had chosen me to spend a few days and nights with her in a Phoenix hotel. To me, it had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened. A woman who earned her living by giving herself to men willing to pay for her body had given herself to me freely. To her, I was a diversion, an amusement, a toy to dangle from a necklace, a receptacle for her nightmares.

Why had I signed the letter, “your loving brother?” We had avoided the use of the word. We had professed our devotion to each other without using the “L” word. She had bestowed the thing she most revered upon me, her trust. I had vowed to dedicate myself to her well being, to protect her.

Now that we had made a commitment to each other we were both, in our own way, exerting our well-meaning guidance on one another’s lives. Laura had given me an unspoken ultimatum; meet others, fuck Lacy, the cashier at the grocery store. In turn, I had sought medical help for her without getting her permission to do so. We were hell bent on thrusting our design upon the other. Was it love or simply meddling?

Being alone in the house was making me think too much. I had to get out. Yet, I had to be there to receive Laura’s call. 



Laura telephoned daily to check on the progress with the house, my enrollment in the community college and my date with Lacy. These subjects seemed to fascinate Laura. Her voice was crisp and alert, even when I could tell she was depriving herself sleep. 

I reported the meeting with Mr. Waite, the attorney. He was a grand-fatherly man with thinning hair, a slight paunch in the mid-section and piercing eyes. He inquired about Laura, saying he admired the grit that Miss Stone displayed.

“Will four weeks be enough time to obtain a mortgage?” the lawyer wanted to know. He was putting a contingency provision in the purchase offer. I said I didn’t know, that Laura had said she would take care of it. To be safe, we ask for six weeks to get approval for the loan.

I hated having to tell her that the offer had been rejected. “Mr. Husky objected to the mortgage contingency. He said he didn’t want to take the house off the market for six weeks and take the risk of losing a sale.”

“Randy, what made you ask for six weeks? We’ll pay cash. Do you think he will accept our offer if we tell him we don’t need a mortgage?”

I questioned her about paying cash to make certain that she was serious, that she knew how much money was involved. Laura was very specific; she had the funds in her savings account, our savings account, to pay cash for the house.

On Saturday I had good news. Mr. Husky had accepted our offer and Mr. Waite said it would only take two weeks to search the title. We set the closing date for the end of the month, Tuesday the 30th so that Laura would be available to attend. 

“You can do better than that,” she said in the same tone that she had used the first time we kissed, nearly two years before. We were leaving the garden restaurant where a man had spoken to Laura, ignoring me. She had seen how angry it had made me. I was opening the car door for her when we saw the man come out of the restaurant, a female on his arm. Laura had said, “kiss me,” and then, “you can do better than that,” wanting the man to get an eyeful of her pressing her pelvis to me as I cupped her ass in my hand. “That lecherous bastard will be horny all day,” she had laughed.

I agreed to talk with Mr. Waite on Monday, hoping for Laura’s sake that the date could be moved up.

“How was the date? You didn’t use my bed? I warned you about that, remember?”

I had to confess that the date had not gone well. As I related the events of the evening before to Laura it came to me what had gone wrong. It was my fault; I was to blame. Because our telephone conversation had gone smoothly, I expected us to be just as relaxed and open with one another in person. As it turned out the opposite took place.

Lacy, who lived with her sister and brother, made me wait fifteen minutes while she put the finishing touches on something. I never found out what she had been doing while I sat in the living room with Jack, the man of the house.

At least I did not have to do any talking. For fifteen minutes I listened to Jack boast about how well he was doing in the house painting business. When I made the mistake of asking him if he knew Jimmy Crews, Jack exploded in a tirade of profanity. He charged Jimmy with giving low-ball prices, then not fulfilling his commitments. By the time Lacy showed herself I was feeling put off, wondering if she knew what an arrogant ass-hole her brother could be.

After being with Jack for fifteen minutes I couldn’t get unwound. We had a lousy time because I was uptight. Unlike our telephone conversation which had been relaxed and easy, neither of us had much to say. 

Lacy seemed pleased when I told her she looked nice even though I had said it begrudgingly. Not only had I suffered through being in the same room with her egotistical brother, we arrived fifteen minutes after the movie started. I was not comfortable being with Lacy and I don’t think she found me any prize either.

“Did you kiss her goodnight?” Laura wanted to know with concern in her voice.

“I think so,” I answered, wanting to end the conversation. I had no news about the house. I told her that I would wait for the call from Mr. Waite before going to the college to see if I could enroll for the fall semester.

“That’s good,” Laura sounded tired. I knew that my description of the date had disappointed her.

“I saw the car!” I exclaimed when she called Tuesday.

“Where?” she asked in an obligatory way, conveying to me that she had absolutely no interest in her former car. At least I was able to give her the good news; we were to close on the house within ten days.

“It’s going to require a bank treasurer’s check,” I told Laura what Mr. Waite had said.

She brightened, excitement in her voice as she gave me instructions as to how I was to transfer money from our savings account to our joint checking account, emphasizing “our” each time she mentioned “our” account.

“You’ll need a desk and chair to study,” she said when I told her I had enrolled in classes that would commence the day after Labor Day. “We’ll go shopping together, okay? I want to help you pick it out.”

I asked when she planned to take off, wanting to make sure she would be available on Monday the 29th, the day I had arranged for us to see the doctor.. Looking at a calendar she said she would probably come home early on Friday the 26th of August.

A battle ensued. Laura said she would take a taxi because it would be early morning before she could take off. I told her to call, that I would pick her up. She said she didn’t want to disturb me at 3 a.m. When we hung up I was under the impression that I had won.

She had not wanted to hear about the car, her car, the dentist’s car that she had sold. Her very first letter to me simply stated, “I sold the car.” We had not discussed it since. Until I saw the Corvette in the parking lot at the college, I had not given much thought to her disposing of the car. I did remember feeling badly when I received the news but not because I attached any special fondness for the car. My feelings stemmed from the way I had to respond to her question. “Was I being a whore for accepting the car?” she had asked me. My answer, disguised as well as I could, was yes, I thought she was being a whore. I never learned if it was my honesty that convinced her to sell the car or, as I wanted to believe, that it was because I was not here to share the enjoyment of driving it that made the car unnecessary.

The car was sitting off by itself. I recognized it immediately. Walking around it brought memories of our first weekend together, of Laura sitting in the passenger’s seat, wearing the white pants suit and straw hat, slanting her head to direct me to take the driver’s side. Seeing the car brought back memories of us driving from the barracks toward the main gate with a whole weekend ahead of us. And, those times when she brought me back to the base and saying goodbye.

Walking around the car was a long journey from the past. Nearly two years in the Arizona sun had taken its toll on the bird-shell blue paint. I hope I didn’t do that, I thought, seeing a scratch on the driver’s door and little nicks along the front fender. On the rear bumper a small decal read, “Ollie’s Auto.”

“I met the neighbor,” I announced when Laura called the next morning. 

“Which one?”

“The one on the other side of the drive way,” I said.

“The one with the shutters? I want those. Can we have shutters on our house?”

I told her how it happened. Jimmy Crews had stopped by to see if we were ready to start the paint job. I explained for the third time that we did not own the house yet. Laura and I had not settled on a color for the exterior and the color for the inside was really up in the air. He said he would stop by again and I tried to discourage him, reminding him that I had his telephone number. I also said that I would not be around much. Besides taking care of buying the house I told him that I was starting school soon. Thinking of other reasons that he would not find me at home I mentioned that my sister and I were going to go shopping for a desk and a chair.

Jimmy’s eyes sparkled. “I know this guy,” he said, “come on, we’ll get you a desk.”

We were backing his van into our driveway to offload the old large oak desk that I had just bought from Jimmy’s friend when Sylvia parked in front of the house next door and walked over to introduce herself.

Sylvia was a plain woman, that’s the only way to describe her. The few strands of gray in her pulled back hair would suggest that she was nearing age 40 but I found out later that she was only 33. As she shook my hand I noticed the only attractive thing about her. I was stuck by her gray probing eyes. She smiled and shook hands with Jimmy, saying that she had wanted to meet the young lady that she had seen but had never caught her at home. “You will,” I assured her, saying that Laura would be home soon for a few days. As she walked back to her house I saw stubble on her bare legs. 

“We gonna have to sand it to get the nicks out,” Jimmy was saying. “We’ll give it two coats of varnish. It’ll be better than anything you can buy new, lot’s cheaper too.”

Laura wanted to know if I had taken care of the banking. 

“I’ve been busy, I told you about buying the desk and meeting Sylvia,” I answered defensively.

“When is your next date with Lacy?”

“I haven’t called her,” I had to admit. Nor had I been to the grocery store where she worked, having decided that when I needed food I would shop in a neighboring town.

“Remember what we talked about,” Laura said in a warning tone as we ended the call.

Two nights later I was working on the desk when I heard a knock at the front door. Jimmy had told me how to buff the oak with steel wool. It wasn’t Jimmy; he knew to use the back door. Sylvia had been over a couple of times but she also knew to come through the rear door. Anyway, she would not visit at 10 p.m.

As I turned on the light at the front door I saw a small woman wearing what appeared to be a rain coat. Boy, was she ever prepared, I thought. It seldom rains in Arizona but when it does, it really rains.

She was young with short dark hair and too much rouge on her cheeks. “Tess sent me,” she said in a placid tone, only slightly moving her lips to deliver the message. 

I looked up and down the street, wondering how she had arrived. There were no cars in sight. She had mentioned Tess. That explained everything I needed to know. I invited her inside.

“I’m Mary Ann,” she said as soon as she stepped through the door. Removing the rain coat and looking around for a place to stow it, finding none, she dropped it on the floor. Mary Ann exposed her body, covered only by two small pieces of fabric, for my approval. 

I stepped back, embarrassed to have this stranger offering herself in such a bold manner. 

“Tess sent you?” My embarrassment had changed to amusement. “Tess sent you?” I asked again.

“She told me what you like,” Mary Ann said purposefully. “But we can’t use her bed,” she added.

“Did Tess say to tell me you are Mary Ann? What’s your real name?” I asked the young girl. She gave me a quizzical look and puckered her lips as if she had forgotten the question. 

“I’m not supposed tell you. I’m supposed to do Mary Ann with you, that’s all I know.”

“Is that all you are supposed to do? Mary Ann? How about milking? Did Tess tell you to milk me?”

“No, we can’t do that,” the girl became agitated. 

“What did Tess say, tell me exactly what she said for you to do,” I interrogated her, wanting to know how specific Laura had been with the instructions.

“Tess said I can’t do that, even if you ask. Tess said no one but her milks you.”

“Tell me your real name and I’ll take you back to the brothel,” I offered the girl.

She looked at me with apprehension on her face which I mistook for misunderstanding. 

“Whorehouse,” I said, thinking she did not understand brothel.

“Don’t you want me to do Mary Ann with you?” She looked hurt, as if rejection was new to her.

“Why don’t you put the raincoat back on. It must be chilly wearing only that,” I urged.

“Is this what’s wrong? I’m sorry, I know I was supposed to wear a skirt and blouse but this is all I had. I’m sorry, I did it wrong?”

I picked up the raincoat and handed it to the girl. “It’s okay, Mary Ann was a long time ago. I’ve almost forgotten about that.”

“I’ll do the milking thing. Just tell me what to do. We can’t tell Tess and we can’t use her bed, that’s all.”

I laughed. What had Laura told this girl? Why had she paid her to do Mary Ann for me? “We can’t do that. Tess would have your ass and mine too. She’s the only one that does that for me.”

We sat at the kitchen table and drank two fingers of scotch. Laura would be suspicious if the girl arrived back at the brothel too early. The scotch did not loosen her tongue; she still would not tell me her real name. I wondered what Laura held over her to make her afraid to confide in me.

The girl sat on the far side of the car seat. She said nothing until we were turning the corner onto the street where the brothel stood alone midway down the block. 

“You won’t tell Tess that we didn’t do anything will you?” she asked.

I assured her that I would not say anything, extending my hand as she was ready to exit the car.

“It’s Kelley,” she whispered, her small hand in mine. “She loves you. I guess you know that,” she said before slamming the car door and racing to the front door of the brothel.



Much to my chagrin, Laura took a taxi home, arriving about 3:00 a.m. on Friday morning the 26th. As she eased into bed I turned to place my hand on her belly. She brought her hand to mine and gave it a squeeze. She had showered and put on the long nightgown. There was so much to tell her. We lay quietly, waiting for her to drift off to sleep.

The house was in my name but Laura had paid for it. It belonged to the two of us. 

There had been more items in the safety deposit box than I had anticipated. In addition to the savings book there were five envelopes. It would have been better if I had removed the savings book, made the transfer to the checking account and returned it to the box. Instead, I sat in a cubby-hole room and sifted through the box like the meddling spy that I was. 

She had mentioned her will when she said Mr. Waite knew my name. The will had been made only six months before, making me her only heir.

“You did this,” was scribbled on the outside of the next envelope I picked up. Inside was the death certificate of Laura’s sister, Karen Stone. Seeing the name, I folded the paper and replaced it in the envelope. Perhaps I would come back and read the cause and the date of death sometime, if I ever got the courage.

A thick envelope contained a life insurance policy on Laura T Stone. It named Randy Tucker as the sole beneficiary. The policy had only been in effect six months.

In the forth envelope was a stack of United States Savings Bonds in various denominations. They were all in Laura’s name until I got to the bottom of the stack and found my name on the last six bonds.

I opened the thin envelope on the bottom of the box and removed a single sheet of paper. It was a copy of the bill of sale for the car. Ollie’s Auto had purchased the Corvette from Laura T Stone.


I had the sudden urge to evacuate the contents of my stomach; to spill my guts. I had just looked inside a person. It was as if I had opened Laura’s soul and peered inside. I had read her most personal and private documents without her permission. Did she know I would investigate everything in the box? Did she want me to see the life insurance policy and the will? Did she want me to see what her mother or father had scribbled on the envelope that contained Karen’s death certificate? How had she gotten my social security number to buy the savings bonds in my name and did she intend for me to see them? Did she want me to see the bill of sale from Ollie’s Auto? Was she trying to tell me something? Was she being a whore? Or was it more; a matter of trust?

Lying beside her in the dark I could not help wonder what I was doing there. The responsibility was enormous. I was all that she had. I was her everything. I had read her most private papers. It was as if I had opened her up and looked inside. Did I really know her? What was she hiding from me? 

“I sold him the car and he drove me home,” Laura had read my mind. In the dark she clutched my hand to her stomach and spoke slowly and clearly as if she had rehearsed what she was going to tell me.

“I got out at the corner but he waited to see where I walked. When I got to the front door he was still there, waiting to watch me go inside. A week later he was there, asking for me. I was busy but he waited for me to finish. I acted as if I didn’t recognize him. I told him my name was Tess. He came back and asked for Tess and I took his money. He kept coming back. He said he wanted more. We went on a weekend date.

I did it for the money. When I refused to let him have my ass he said he had warned me that he wanted more. Do you know what the ironic part was?”

She had delivered the speech without showing emotion. I spread my fingers to cover as much of her tummy as I could because she had begun to shake. The speech delivered, she was breaking down.

“No,” I said, failing to see the irony.

“He doesn’t smoke, don’t you think that’s ironic? He doesn’t smoke, yet he brought cigarettes along on our date.” 

Her body was shaking but she did not cry. I wished she would. I held her to me and she patted my hand, rubbing it, wanting to let me know, I think, that we were one.

“Laura?”

“Yes sweetheart,” she answered timidly in the darkness of the night.

“I want you to know that you are the dearest thing I have ever known. You have nothing more to prove to me. There is nothing more you need to tell me. I will not ask more questions of you. Ever.”

“It’s a matter of trust,” I heard her say as I felt her body relax.

I went back to sleep, feeling safe for the first time in months. Laura had disclosed




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 07



her innermost secrets to me without using her crutch, “am I being a whore?” There were no ulterior motives to what she had done. It was a matter of trust.

Jimmy arrived early as usual and woke me when he banged his ladder on the side of the house. I jumped out of bed and ran outside in my shorts to ask him to move to the other side of the house. We had started at 11 a.m. on Monday as soon as I had a clear title to the house. I worked with him, scraping, sanding and caulking the weathered clapboard in preparation to paint.

We would finish the prep work that afternoon but had not bought the paint, waiting for Laura to choose the colors. Jimmy had made shutters for all the windows in his spare time. He was a child about it. “What color will she want us to paint them?” he ask me repeatedly, wanting to see Laura’s face when she saw the shutters he had made.

I jumped off of the ladder when I saw Laura appear, a cup of coffee in one hand and the paint color charts in the other. I gave her a brotherly hug and yelled to Jimmy to come meet my sister.

Jimmy was not disappointed with the way Laura’s face lit up when she saw the shutters he had made for the windows. We stayed with white for the color of the house paint and Laura wanted the shutters painted black. 

“Hey, aren’t you going to invite me to the party?” It was Sylvia coming out the back door of her house. She was anxious to meet Laura. 

Jimmy was returning to work and I was about to follow when Laura punched me on the arm. “Go talk to her,” she said, nodding her head toward the street. Lacy was standing at the end of the driveway.

Lacy was on her way to work. When I wanted her to go say hello to Laura and Sylvia she said she was already late for work. “Did you ever cook that roast?” she asked cautiously.

I picked up on what she was saying. “As a matter of fact, that’s what we’re going to have for supper. How do you like it cooked?”

She laughed and said any way that I decided would be fine.

“I told you we should have bought four chairs,” Laura chided me when she heard that Lacy was going to stop by after her shift at the grocery store.

Sylvia offered to loan us a chair and we gladly accepted. 

“Can I use your car Honey? I need to go by the bank and I have an appointment to get my hair done.” 

I gave Laura a skeptical look. “What are you going to have done to your hair?”

She came close and peered into my eyes, a devilish smile on her lips. “Shortened, I’m going to have it cut just a bit. Is that okay with you, master.”

“My god! My brothers never took an interest in how my hair looked. I guess that’s why I don’t pay much attention to it myself,” Sylvia commented.

“Loan us two chairs and we’ll invite you to join us for dinner. Neither of us knows much about cooking but it sounds like we’re going to have roast beef,” Laura offered Sylvia.

We went into the house to get the car keys. I took Laura into my arms. “Leave me some cash. I told Jimmy we’ll give him an advance and I’ll pay cash for the paint. Will you do the shopping? I haven’t been in that store since the date.”

Laura moved her head in a nodding motion to indicate that she understood my instructions. We stood in the kitchen, silently enjoying the closeness and the feel of one another’s body until we heard the ladder bump the house as Jimmy repositioned the ladder.

“How much?” I asked Laura as she opened the car door to get in.

“How much what?”

“How much are you going to have it cut?”

She grinned and held up her left hand with her thumb and forefinger separated by about two inches. I nodded my approval.

As I returned to work I could not get the thought out of my mind. Unassuming, I had just instructed this woman how to handle her money. Unassuming, she had followed my instructions. It was a matter of trust.

“You had your hair cut,” Lacy exclaimed as she came through the door. She wore the simple cashier’s dress with the nametag attached.

Laura had stocked up at the grocery store, selecting the meat, salad makings, asparagus, potatoes, bread and rolls and Chianti. She had done most of the cooking while I got cleaned up but Sylvia came in, saw what was taking place in the kitchen and volunteered to make gravy. She brought a cake for dessert.

We had a jovial time. Laura was in an extraordinary mood, making toasts to our first dinner party in our new home and bragging about her cooking. 

Sylvia was quite taken with Laura’s description of the places her job took her. Sylvia’s face took on a dreamy glow as she watched Laura point to an imaginary map of the southwest on her side of the table. Her glass, a water glass, we vowed to have wine glasses when our guests visited again, represented San Francisco, the home office. A spoon represented Albuquerque, the eastern border of her territory and my glass, which Laura had abducted, was Phoenix. “Next week I go to Reno,” she ended the map tour, tapping her finger on the salt shaker near the center of the table.

This was true. Laura was being sent to Reno on a “date.” When I expressed concern she said she would call me from the road. 

I cleared the table and made coffee to serve with Sylvia’s cake.

“You’re lucky to have Randy here to take care of things when you travel,” Sylvia said, looking in Laura’s direction.

“Yes, I am,” Laura said, reaching for my hand, “he handled the purchase of the house by himself and arranged for the house to be painted.”

“How long have you two known one another?” Lacy asked, startling us with her candor.

Laura recovered first. “Why, it’s been,” she looked my way and smiled, “it’s been twenty-one years for me. I don’t think he knew me right off, did you sweatie?” 

Seeing that I had reddened, Laura launched into a diatribe about our childhood and growing up together in Alabama until she left home. “Of course I moved away when I got married. C C and I first went to San Francisco. I got the job and C C went to sea. Then when C C died I moved here to be near Randy.” She ended with a thump on the salt shaker.

“You are very devoted to one another,” Sylvia remarked.

“Yes, he snaps his fingers and I come running,” Laura said, looking at me.

“What did C C stand for?” Lacy wanted to know, still skeptical.

“Christopher Columbus but we always called him C C, never Chris,” I answered, stifling an urge to show the ripple my gut was making.

“We shortened his name because he had a short little cock,” Laura whispered to Lacy, loud enough for Sylvia and I to hear. Sylvia almost choked on the last bite of cake.

“Let’s walk,” I said to Lacy when it was time to take her home. I took her hand as we walked, feeling confident. She had gone out of her way to walk by our house and inquire about the roast. There were eight blocks to walk. I kissed her each time we came to a street corner, gently at first, later holding her close and making the kisses longer and probing. 

When we got to Lacy’s front porch she clung to me, lingering in my arms before saying she had to go inside.

“Can I see you again?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“You’ve got my number,” she teased. We kissed again.

“Mmmmm, you’ve really got my number,” she giggled as she turned the knob on the front door.

We started painting on Saturday and put a primer coat on the new shutters. Jimmy wanted to work on Sunday but I vetoed the idea, wanting to spend some private time with Laura on Saturday night and Sunday. I was trying to work up the nerve to tell her about the doctor’s appointment on Monday.

Laura came out of the house with coffee, then she brought us lunch. Jimmy grinned from ear to ear each time she appeared. When she came out with a cold drink for our afternoon break Sylvia joined us. I could tell there was something on her mind. We had finished our break and were ready to go back to work when she said she was considering having her house painted.

I could tell from the way Jimmy looked at me that he wanted my help in supplying the quotation. I said I would get paper and pencil. Laura followed me into the house.

“Don’t let him make the quote too low. Sylvia is our neighbor and I like her but I can tell Jimmy knows what he is doing. He deserves to get a fair price for his work.”

“Okay sis, why don’t you come along,” I said, bringing her to me for our first kiss of the day.

The three of us followed Jimmy around Sylvia’s house. He gave hourly estimates for each side of the house which I jotted down. Jimmy was quick to settle on a figure.

“She’s not going to want to buy the paint herself. Let’s add that,” I suggested.

“Okay,” he agreed.

“You’re hourly rate is too low, let’s up that number.”

“Randy, I need this job. Your house is the only work I’ve got. There are little kids at home. I’ve got to pay the rent and put food on the table for them.”

“Trust me,” I said, handing him the quote to sign.

“Jimmy wants to know if he can put his sign in your yard while he’s doing this job,” I said to Sylvia as I handed her the quotation with the breakdown for the work and the price I had gotten Jimmy to agree upon.

“Is there any reason we should call you R.?” Sylvia said to me after reading the quotation.

Laura howled and Jimmy looked confused. “Don’t look at me. You’ll have to find that out for yourself,” Laura said to Sylvia. Then seeing the blank look on Jimmy’s face she said to him, “come over here Jimmy, I’ll explain it to you.”

“It’s a fair price, you can see by his work that he knows what he’s doing,” I said to Sylvia as Laura took Jimmy aside.

“You’re right, tell him he’s got the job,” she said just as we heard Jimmy laugh for the first time.

“I’m wondering if she shaved her legs for you or for me,” I said to Laura in bed that night.

“I think she’s horny but you’ve got to take care of me first, I’m horny for you too,” Laura laughed as she crawled on top of me, wanting to be held.

“You feel good,” I whispered to her, thinking of her warm body pressed to mine. The trinket danced about my neck as she gave me little pecks on my lips. Her cunt held my growing cock against my stomach. The slight movement was making her wet. 



“Am I too heavy? I think I’ve gained weight since you’ve come back to me,” she asked me in the dark. 

I had noticed that she was eating better but if she had gained weight it was undetectable. “You’re getting fat,” I teased.

Laura was in the middle of the milking thing that I enjoyed so much when she paused to ask, “was Mary Ann good for you?”

She didn’t wait for my answer, bringing her tits to my waiting palms and her lips to mine, milking my cock, kissing me, raising her body, milking me again. She paused again, waiting for me to answer.

I pulled her down to me and put my arms around her. It was a matter of trust. 

“Don’t be mad at Kelley or me. Mary Ann wouldn’t be the same. I gave her a drink of scotch and took her back.”

Abruptly, Laura pulled herself up. “That little slut! She described exactly what she did. It sounded perfect. She lied to me.”

“Don’t be angry at her. I promised her I wouldn’t tell but I can’t do that, not with you.”

Laura did not move. She had stopped gripping my cock, the thing that drove me crazy. 

“Hey sis, milk me,” I said, snapping my fingers.

“You make me so mad sometimes. But I can’t stay mad at you,” she said, resuming the milking.

“Mmmmm.... that’s good, I like it when you’re mad.”

“I’m not really mad. If I was really mad you would be coming by now.”

“Take your time.” 

“We’ll come together, okay?”

“Hey sis, come with me,” I said, snapping my fingers. Laura giggled as she went to work to make that happen.

When we settled back in bed she held my hand to her belly. “That thing you said to me? That thing about not asking me to tell you anything else, ever? It’s okay, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Do you know that? I hope you know that.”  

“I do know that but there is nothing else to ask. Some day we’ll talk about Karen but not tonight. I don’t want you to have to think about it tonight.”

She squeezed my hand. “Thank you for being honest about Kelley. She told me exactly how she did Mary Ann with you. You could have lied. I would never have known. But you could not do that, could you? Not with me, is that what you said?”

I rubbed her tummy, “There is something I have to tell you,” I said and lapsed into the speech I had prepared to tell her about the appointment I had set up for Monday.

Laura didn’t say anything. She patted my hand and I felt her stomach jerk and her shoulders shudder. After about five minutes she became still. We were both silent for another five minutes. 

“I think I would like a cigarette,” she announced.

“You don’t smoke, besides, I don’t have any.”

“Go get me a pack of cigarettes,” she demanded.

“It’s late, there’s no place open.”

“We’ll find a place,” Laura said as she hopped out of bed.

Dressed in jeans, sneakers and sweatshirts, we drove for 25 minutes before we found an all night gas station that sold cigarettes. When I ask what kind of cigarettes she preferred Laura didn’t know, saying to use my own judgment.

“Wait till we get home, I don’t want you smoking in the car,” I said sternly.

It was nearly 2 A.M. I carried our two chairs out the back door. Laura brought the scotch bottle and two water glasses. 

“You don’t stop pushing, do you?” Laura said to me once we got settled, our chairs facing each other, our knees touching.

We both choked when we took the first puff and choked again when we took the first swig of scotch. 

“Does that mean you’re okay with it? You’ll do it?”

“Just snap your fingers little brother, you know that’s all you have to do.”

We were smoking our second cigarette and having our second drink of scotch when we saw Sylvia’s kitchen light go on.

“Have a seat,” Laura ordered when we saw Sylvia’s slim figure walking toward us, “I’ll get another glass.”

Sylvia sat in the chair Laura had vacated without moving it. Our knees touched. 

“You two are not really brother and sister, are you?” Sylvia asked when she saw Laura take a seat on my lap.

“No, we’re not,” Laura pronounced, rather loudly. “But you have to find out for yourself if we should call him R.”

Doctor Torpid had been practicing medicine twenty years, judging by the dates on the diplomas on her office walls. Her questions were short and to the point, no nonsense. But I saw genuine compassion in her eyes when she saw how nervous Laura was behaving. Dr. Torpid permitted me to sit next to Laura and hold her hand during the initial interview but she told me to remain where I was when they went into another room for the examination.

Doctor Torpid returned to her office and reviewed Laura’s personal history form while we waited for her to get dressed. She glanced my way twice but didn’t say anything, returning her attention to the form.

“You’re an accountant?” The doctor directed the question to Laura when she took her seat next to me.

“That’s right,” Laura said, meekly, reaching for my hand.

“Medical insurance? You left that space blank on the form.”

Laura looked at me. “We’ll pay,” I offered.

Doctor Torpid looked directly at me for five agonizing seconds, then at Laura.

“You’re not an accountant, are you?”

“I’m a prostitute,” Laura blurted out without looking my way or waiting for me to intercede.

A slight twitch at the corner of the doctor’s lips was her only reaction as she wrote something on the form. 

We listened attentively as Doctor Torpid told us how she would use small patches of skin from other parts of Laura’s body to graft over the wound. She signaled the meeting was over as she rose from her chair and came around the desk. 

“There is no reason to worry. It will go well, my dear,” she said, gazing into Laura’s eyes. Then to me, “Mr. Tucker, make the appointment with my receptionist. And give her this for the file.” The doctor squeezed my forearm as she handed me the personal history form.

“Shall we have lunch first or go to the furniture store?” Laura asked as soon as we got into the car. 

We always had our best talks in bed. I waited until that night to tell her how brave she had been and how proud I was of her. She laughed when I told her the cigarettes were in the glove compartment and I would have let her smoke in the car if she had wanted to.

“You know what I would like to do?” Laura asked. This was her only reaction to what I told her about the personal history form the Doctor handed me to give to her receptionist. In the employment block, next to accountant, the doctor had written, self-employed. In the relationship block, next to my name, the doctor had crossed out brother and inserted friend.

“No, you don’t have to do that tonight.”

Laura had been lying on top of me. I felt her squirm as if she was going to move off of me.

“You know what I would like?” I asked, holding her in place.

“Just snap you fingers.”

“How about teaching me to do cunnilingus?”

“What kind of big sister would I be if I didn’t show my little brother how to make a girl happy?”

{to be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 08



Jimmy was already working on the front of the house when we left to take Laura back to the brothel. We both waved at him and tried to smile but neither of us was in the mood to stop and discuss the weather. We drove in silence, having discussed our schedules. She knew I would begin classes the following Tuesday and I knew she was headed for Reno although, unlike my subjects which she had memorized, I did not know what she would be doing hour to hour. I did not want to know.

She gave me a peck on the cheek and hopped out of the car as soon as I made the stop at the corner where we always parted. Watching her scurry down the street I could not help thinking, we’ve got to get her some new clothes that fit. 

Parting was becoming more difficult each time I dropped Laura off. I took solace in the fact that she had extended our time together to four days and the next time would be longer. She was to have the surgery on Friday, the 26th. We had agreed that she would take off two days before the appointment in order to get some rest and, although it was not mentioned, to make the transition from Tess to Laura.

We had never spoken of her quitting the business entirely. I had thought of it, dreamed of it but had never considered bringing it up. It was a boundary too personal to cross. We never spoke about what went on inside the big house or what took place on her “dates.” I never asked, “is Polly still there?” or “when did Kelley join you?” The subject was taboo. Besides, those things didn’t matter. 

Painting was going much faster than the prep work had gone. I joined Jimmy, working on a short ladder while he worked from the roof line down. By lunchtime we had one coat of paint on the front of the house and were working on the driveway side when Sylvia drove by and pulled into her driveway. 

She must have seen that we were climbing down from our ladders. As she approached I noticed that her hair hung loosely, covering her ears. Silently, I applauded her effort to be less plain.

“Come in and have some lunch with us,” I offered Sylvia, “We’re just having sandwiches but we bought two more chairs so you won’t have to sit on my lap.”

“Okay R., I’ll take you up on that. I wanted to discuss the paint colors anyway.”

Jimmy was amused at our banter but the reference to sitting on my lap went over his head of course.

“Just what is it you do?” I asked Sylvia as she took over the kitchen duties.

She turned, her brow wrinkled, “I’m the librarian, come down and visit us sometime. Maybe you’ll learn something, college boy.”

I began sleeping in the second bedroom, thinking that if Lacy came into the house I wanted to give her the correct impression. Also, Sylvia was making it a habit of popping in whenever the mood stuck her although she knew Laura’s and my sleeping arrangements.

We finished putting the second coat of paint on our house on Wednesday morning and had time to hang the shutters. 

I settled up with Jimmy, writing him a check. He looked at the check and then at me. “I didn’t expect this much,” he said, a wistful look on his face. “You worked right along with me. I owe you for your time.”

“Forget it buddy, you taught me a lot about painting. Tell you what, you can pay me for helping you out from now on when I can spare the time, okay?”

We moved the ladders to Sylvia’s house and Jimmy put me to work with a wire brush. At quitting time I reminded him about the sign. Sylvia had said he could post a sign advertising his work on her front lawn.

“Tell you what Randy, my wife is not so good on the phone. If I put my number on the sign she wouldn’t....you know what I mean? She would just fuck things up, know what I mean?”

“I’ll tell you what, let’s get you an answering machine. You can call them back when you get home at night. How does that sound?”

Jimmy looked down at his paint covered shoes and kicked the grass where we were standing. When he looked up he had that same wistful look on his face, “I don’t talk on the phone so good either,” he admitted.

“Well I can’t do it Jimmy, I would like to but I’ll be in school most of the time and anyway, I can’t have the telephone ringing while I’m trying to study.”

“You could get the answer machine,” he said excitedly. “You can call them back whenever you want, you can talk to the people Randy.” He was almost pleading.

“I’ll have to talk to Laura about it,” I said, buying some time to think it over. 

“I’ll get the sign ready,” Jimmy said shaking my hand and smiling. It was only the second time I had seen him smile.

That night I called Lacy to set up a date for Friday night. “Have you talked to Laura, how is she?” she wanted to know.

“Oh yes, nearly every day,” I said, thinking that the answering machine would be perfect for taking Laura’s calls. Just to hear her say she was okay or to tell me when she would call again so I could be there to talk to her.

“Is it okay with her? Us going out?”

“Sure, she suggested it, remember?”

“Then why didn’t you call before? It’s Wednesday and I haven’t heard from you,” she whined.

My god, I thought, a possessive woman, why didn’t I see this coming?

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve been helping the painter, I’m not used to manual labor. I conk out early every night.”

“Are you going to conk out Friday night?”

“No, I’ll tell Jimmy to take it easy on me that day, I’ll be wide awake as long as you don’t keep me out too long. I have to work on Saturday.”

Laura was receptive to the telephone answering machine, especially when I mentioned the bonus of my being able to hear that she was okay even if I was not there to talk to her.

“We need to get a washing machine too, I’m tired of going to the laundromat,” I said.

“Okay, you buy it. I don’t need to pick it out. I don’t do laundry.”

“And we need to get you some clothes that fit,” I added.

“Okay, you take care of that too,” she kidded me, sounding tired.

I told her of my upcoming date with Lacy on Friday night and could tell by her voice that the news was met with approval.

“Do you trust Jimmy?”

“Sure, do you mean trust him to do the work if I line it up? Or trust him to paint the inside of our house when we aren’t here?” We had postponed doing the inside of our house until later. Laura was undecided as to how she wanted it to look.

“Yes, that’s what I mean but it’s more than that. This old house could use a coat of paint. I was wondering if we could trust him to, you know, be discrete.” 

I didn’t like the idea of taking the chance that Jimmy find out about Laura working in the brothel. She must have anticipated my concern.

“I won’t be here, we’ll have him do it while I’m at home recuperating,” she said.

On Friday I told Jimmy I had to have the afternoon off, saying, “you’re working me too hard,” to which he looked wounded.

“Just kidding, I’ve got a date tonight and I want to be fresh if you know what I mean. I’m going to buy the answering machine. You can put our phone number on the sign.”

Jimmy brightened and I told him I would be ready for a full day’s work on Saturday.

“What do you want to do?” I asked Lacy when I picked her up. She was ready to go when I got there for which I was grateful. I didn’t have to listen to Jack go on about how busy he was although he did manage to tell me he had two guys working for him. 

“Don’t you have anything planned?” 

“We could drive into town and see what’s going on. Go to a bar or just walk around and window shop.” I was remembering how Laura and I used to spend an evening, walking around after the stores closed and check out the display windows.

“I’m not old enough to go to a bar, but if you want to go to Phoenix that’s fine,” Lacy said. At least she wasn’t whining that I had nothing planned. I really didn’t know her well enough to know what she liked to do. Walking and talking was my plan to find out something about her.

“You look nice,” I said, seeing that she had dressed to be seen, probably thinking we would be going to a movie theater again. The pleated dress she had on was sleeveless. She beamed, smiling at me as we pulled away from the curb, heading for the city. 

“Hope you don’t get chilled in the night air,” I said as we peered into a store window. Mannequins dressed in black evening gowns showed off the fall fashions.

“Can I count on you to keep me warm?” Lacy stood next to me, near enough for me to feel her bare arm, sending a little trickle of warmth through me.

I took her hand and led her to the next store window where all sorts of leather items were on display. Looking down at her shoes, no wonder she seemed tall next to me; she was wearing high heels. Laura never wore high heels when we walked around the city. Laura was shorter than Lacy anyway. Laura was smaller. Laura would be next to me, so close we could not be pried apart. Laura would.....Damnit, this isn’t Laura, this is not an R & R. 

“What’s wrong?” Lacy was looking at me strangely.

“I was just thinking, this was a mistake, you really aren’t dressed for walking around like this,” I answered, rubbing her arms to get the blood circulating.

Lacy laughed, probably relieved that I had returned from my reverie. “I was thinking too, I’m not old enough to go to a bar but do you still have some of that Chianti?”

“Did you like that stuff? It’s kind of strong for me. But I’ll tell you what.” 

“What?” Lacy asked in an expectant tone, giving me her full attention. 

I held both of her hands in mine and looked into her eyes. In the high heals she only had to tilt her head slightly to share my gaze. Time was standing still. All I could think of to say was, “I’ll tell you what.”

“What?” She took a half step forward. I leaned toward her.

“I’ll tell you what,” I repeated myself for the second time, enjoying the closeness of her young body, the closeness of our lips, enjoying the tension and enjoying her smell and the way she waited for me to make the next move.

“What?” The word was patiently drawn out, anticipating, her hands in mine.

“We’ll go to the car...” 

“Yes?” Her voice was soft. 

“We’ll kiss...”

“Yes.” Lacy said breathlessly.

“I’ll get you warmed up a bit.”

“Yes.” 

“I’ll kiss you again.”

I was vaguely aware that people were walking by, some stopping to look at the leather goods in the store window. I was very much aware of my proximity to Lacy, her eyes fixed to mine, her lips two inches from mine, her hands in mine, patiently waiting. 

“Yes.” I saw her lips move.

“We’ll stop and buy some white wine.”

“Yes.”

“We’ll go back to my place and drink it out of water glasses.”

“Yes.”

“It will go down smoothly.”

“Smoothly?”

“Yes, smoothly.”

“Go back to the kissing part.”

“Kiss her buddy, for God’s sake, kiss her!” The voice came from nearby but I didn’t look to see who had said it.

“Shall we leave these people?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t have a television?” Lacy asked, glass in hand. She walked from room to room, admired my desk and new chair in the living room. I turned on my new desk lamp so she could see how smooth and shiny the top had turned out. She peeked into Laura’s room and took notice that the mattress had been stripped of the bed sheets. She stuck her head in the bathroom and then went into the second bedroom, which had become my sleeping quarters when Laura was not there. 

“Is it okay? The wine I mean?” I had dashed into the liquor store just as it was closing and paid very little attention to selecting the two bottles of white wine. 

She turned, draining the glass and looked for a place to set it down. I stepped forward, took it from her. She was standing next to my bed as I walked across the room to set the glasses down. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. It took forever for me to walk back to her. She stood next to the bed, waiting. 

The light from my desk lamp was just enough to see the glow in Lacy’s eyes. She watched me approach and take her hands in mine. Facing me, she took a half step forward to stand near enough for me to smell her hair. 

“First I’m going to kiss you.”

“Yes,” she said, parting her lips slightly.

“And pull you close to me.”

“Yes.” Her tongue traced her upper lip and she swallowed.

“And find the buttons on the back of your dress.”

“Yes,” she said softly, her eyes wide. 

“And lift it over your head and hang it up because I don’t want it to wrinkle.”

“Yes.” There was a small ripple in her lower lip.

“And take off your shoes because I don’t want you to have them on in bed.”

“Yes,” she cooed, her left cheek twitching in a near smile.

“And find the little snap and remove your bra.”

“Yes.” She stood so close I could hear her breath. Her eyes held me there.

“And take your nipples between my lips and pull them out and let them snap back, one by one, over and over and over.

“Yes.” Her eyes closed for the first time and I felt her hands squeeze mine.

“And put you in bed and remove your panties.”

“Yes.” Little puffing sounds were coming from her nose. She opened her eyes, impatient, “yes?”

“And make love to your pussy with my tongue and my lips.”

“Yes.” Her eyes closed again and her hands gripped mine.

“And make love to your pussy with my cock.”

Her eyes popped open. “I have one question.”

“Yes?”

“Protection?”

“Yes, under the pillow.”

“I have another question.”

“Yes?”

“When is all of this going to begin?”

With her hands in mine I pulled her to me for the first of many kisses.

~*~

“Did you screw her?” It was five minutes to seven. Laura knew that Jimmy arrived at seven and I would be out the door as soon as he drove in. I drained the glass of orange juice I had poured while waiting for the coffee to make. Still in my shorts and barefooted I was in no mood to discuss what had taken place the night before.

“How crass,” I scolded her.

“You did, didn’t you? I can tell from your cat-that-ate-the-canary voice that you screwed her. Tell me, tell me everything.”

“How crass,” I repeated myself.

“Tell me.”

“Jimmy will be here any minute, he’ll be knocking on the door if I’m not out there.”

“Tell me,” Laura’s voice was gruff, yet pleading. The subject was making her so chipper that I could not refuse. I started with the trip to the city and the window shopping. When I got to the scene in front of the leather goods window I heard Laura say, “Yummy!”

“We drew a crowd, some guy said ‘kiss her, for God’s sake, kiss her!’”

“Tell me.”

I spent the next fifteen minutes giving Laura the details of my night with Lacy.

She interrupted me, asking for better descriptions of how Lacy reacted and when I admitted that it had taken minutes to remove the red silk briefs, the gift from Laura nearly two years before, she howled.

“No, is that what you were wearing? I remember we had problems with those once,” Laura’s voice wavered with glee. It was 7:10 A.M. Jimmy had not knocked on the door. I was describing a sexual experience from the night before to a professional prostitute who was hanging on every word. I poured myself a cup of coffee.

“Didn’t you do that thing I showed you? You know, draw her pussy lips out and let them snap back, that thing that we practiced. You loved it and it drove me crazy, didn’t you do that for her?”

“No, we didn’t do much of that, Lacy said maybe we could get to it next time. I think she was anxious to fuck.”

“Is that what she said?”

“No, not exactly. When I took her home at about 3:00 A.M. this morning she told me she had started getting wet when we looked in the leather store window. There was something about a mannequin in the store window that got her worked up. It was a male dressed in a leather jacket with leather pants and he had a sissy brief case tucked under his arm. I don’t know what it was but she said that when she saw all that leather on one mannequin that is when she knew we were going to fuck last night.”

“Was she good? It sounds like she was good? Did you like it?”

“Of course I liked it. She liked it too. Guess what she said?”

“Tell me.”

“When I drew her nipple out and let them plop back she said, ‘goody,’ and when I licked her inner thighs she said, ‘goody,’ and when I touched her clit she said, ‘goody, goody,’ and when I filled her pussy she said, ‘goody, goody, goody.’ By that time I was saying, ‘goody,’ along with her.”

“That’s sweet. When is your next date?”

“Hold on, you challenged me to seduce her. I did that. You didn’t say anything about dating her afterward,” I said, mocking a whin. 

“That’s right, you did prove something to me and that’s all I asked you to do. But you said something about next time so I thought you were going back for more?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m going back for more.”

“When?”

“Tonight, she’s stopping by here after work. That way I won’t have to see her brother.”

“That’s great Randy. I’m glad you’ve met someone. Where are you taking her?”

“Are you kidding? We’re heading straight for the store that sells leather,” I answered smugly.

~*~

Walking around the outside of the brothel with Jimmy seemed strange. It had been Laura’s idea for us to go on Monday because it was Labor Day and she said there would not be anyone coming or going because most of their customers spent holidays with their families. I had told Jimmy that a call had come in from the owner of the house, wanting an estimate. 

Actually, I had not received a single call requesting a quote for painting since the answering machine had been installed. But it was handy, both Laura and Lacy left long complicated messages for me to play back over and over. Lacy called sometimes when she didn’t have anything to say because I told her I liked hearing her voice. 

Jimmy stepped off the measurements and I followed with a clipboard and pencil to record the figures as he called them out. He gave descriptions of what needed to be done on each side of the old house. He pointed out window trim that needed to be replaced on the back side.

“We don’t have to do the inside, do we?” He asked before we left.

“Not now, maybe later,” I answered.

“Good, I’ve never been inside a whore house. I would just as soon keep it that way,” he laughed.

“We’ll need a carpenter to replace the trim, do you know one,” I asked Jimmy as we drove away. 

“I can do that,” he assured me.

He thought my number was too high, reminding me that he needed the work and wanted to get the job.

“How do you know it’s a whorehouse?” I asked when we were safely on our way.

Jimmy took both hands off of the steering wheel and let the van glide across the center line before grabbing the wheel to get us back in our lane. “Do you think the wheels need to be aligned on this old bus?” 

Seeing that he was not going to answer my question I changed the subject. “You’re going to need some help with that big house. Do you know someone we can hire?”

“Everyone I know would peek in the windows,” he grinned at me.

~*~

“Let’s make it big enough to sit out there,” Laura said when I suggested we have Jimmy build a laundry room on the back of the house. He had some free time because Laura didn’t want him to start the brothel paint job until the end of the month. No other work had presented itself. “Can we have windows that open? And a closet? Everyone comes in that way. We’ll have a ceiling fan installed and we’ll need to get some furniture.”

I cautioned her about how much money we were spending but she wouldn’t listen 

to my concerns.

She was, however, concerned about Jimmy having a helper to paint the brothel. She had a knack for seeing danger. I was instructed to see Mr. Waite, to explain that we were helping Jimmy to get work and that it was all new to us.

“How’s your sex life honey? How many times did you screw her Saturday night?”

“You’re so crass,” I whispered, embarrassed. I was sketching the room we had talked about, thinking I would give it to Jimmy the next morning before heading for class.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 08



“Is she there? She’s there isn’t she?”

“Yes,” I admitted. 

“Let me speak to her.”

“She can’t come to the phone, she’s doing the dishes,” I said, trying to keep them apart.

Lacy shot across the room, crashing in to me and grabbing the receiver with wet hands, “let me talk to her, you finish the dishes,” she ordered.

I only heard Lacy’s side of the conversation, which was one-sided anyway, Laura was doing most of the talking. From the way Lacy was answering the questions I was in for it that night.

“No, he hasn’t.”

“Should I?” 

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes, once.” Lacy’s face was getting red and she was laughing.

“Yes, I liked it a lot.” 

I looked Lacy’s way when I heard her say, “oh....yeah,” in a breathless knowing way.

“Wait, I’ve GOT to tell your brother what you said.” Then to me, “she wanted to know if I was getting wet.” 

The next morning I went over the sketch with Jimmy before leaving for school. Sylvia came out of her house dressed in jeans and a T-shirt which surprised me because I had always seen her in more formal, library clothes. The T-shirt did wonders for her frail body. She wanted to know what we were up to. 

“We were going to build an entry-room for a laundry but Laura wants it bigger so now we have to re-price it,” I said.

“Can you do that Jimmy? I’ve always wanted a room where I can sit and watch the girls come and go through R’s back door.”

Just then, Lacy came out the back door to say goodbye. I walked with her to the street because I needed to make sure she was all right with the new schedule we had talked about. Because I was going back to school for the first time in years and would need time to study we had settled on spending Wednesday and Friday nights together on a trial basis. Lacy told me to stop fretting about it. 

“I’ve got a list of stuff we haven’t tried yet,” she said, pointing at her head as she headed for home. I vowed to never let Laura talk to her again.

When I got back to Jimmy and Sylvia he was sketching her new room on the back of the sketch I had given him. I took the clipboard and made some notes on the special features Sylvia wanted. We had not established a price for the additions. Jimmy said the lumber yard would quote pricing for the materials.

The first day of school was hectic. In fact, the first four days tried my nerves. By Friday I wondered if I would get the knack of finding my classes, taking notes and trying to understand what the instructors expected from me.

As I walked to my car on Friday afternoon, thankful that the school week had come to an end and looking forward to the delights that Lacy would want to try that night, I saw the Corvette. Seeing a kid looking at it, I stopped to admire it with him. He spoke about it as if the car was his, quoting the horse power, maximum speed and miles per gallon. I had never concerned myself with those things, more attentive to the scratch in the driver’s door.

“What the fuck are you doing!” I recognized the voice behind me, not by the person that it belonged to. The voice came from my prototype for a bitch. Before turning I had already decided that I was about to see a bitch.

I turned, preparing myself to see a bitch, the owner of the voice. The kid who had just been there talking about dual tailpipes, was gone. The voice was in disguise. The voice certainly didn’t look like a bitch at all. The voice was a dark skinned blond with a gracious body. The essence of grace, that is what I was thinking when she spoke again. “Imbecile. Yes you. What the fuck are you looking at?”

I was dumbstruck. I hadn’t touched the car. I had listened to the kid praise the engineering and the special features of the car but I had not touched it on this day. I shrugged and walked away. As I opened my car door I heard the Corvette drive by. The muffler sounded excessively loud to me but I didn’t turn to look.

The owner of the voice was stunning but I didn’t waste time trying to picture how those long brown legs would feel wrapped around my waist. I had a date that night with a sure thing. 

{to be continued- my thanks for the help and suggestions on this series}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 09



{Names of real characters have been changed. Names of fictitious characters are real.} 

On the 21st of September I celebrated having been a civilian for three months, studying, alone. The past three months had been the busiest, most challenging, decision packed months of my life. In the three months Laura and I had spent three R & Rs together and carried on countless telephone conversations. She had adopted me as her little brother and I had committed myself to being the best brother a sister could want.

In the three months my financial status had changed from a few hundred dollars in a checking account to ownership of the little house and two bank accounts that Laura and I shared. We were by no means rich, the term did not occur to me. But the trust Laura had placed in me was precious.

I had acquired a girl friend. Lacy could be a nag and overly possessive at times but she was unassuming. She understood my need to have time to study and to work. She did, however, make her demands known. On Wednesday and Friday nights, I belonged to her. This concerned me because I had not told Lacy that Laura would be home on Wednesday night and that she was scheduled for surgery on Friday. 

Sylvia, the lady next door, had become a friend. We often ate our meals together, always in our kitchen; I had not been inside her house. She soon caught on to my commitment with Lacy on Wednesday and Friday nights and never interfered. Sylvia, a librarian, gave me study tips and encouragement. We flirted shamelessly.

Jimmy Chews had also become my friend and business partner. He had painted our house and Sylvia’s house next door. He was in the process of building a room on both houses but we interrupted those projects so he could paint the brothel where Laura worked while she was taking time off to have the surgery and to recover from it. 

It was important to us that the brothel be painted during the time she planned to be away because we didn’t want Jimmy to discover that Laura worked there. For this reason we needed to hire another painter to help Jimmy finish the big house in the two weeks. Laura, being cautious, sent me to see Mr. Waite, the attorney. “Tell him this is all new to us. See what he advises us to do.”

Although dubious about me forming a business relationship with Jimmy, Mr. Waite was fond of Laura and heard me out. While he was not keen on our taking Jimmy under our wing, he did point out some things we could take advantage of. He suggested we obtain various types of insurance. He also suggested that we enter into a partnership agreement. Jimmy would do the painting; I would secure the work and keep the books. 

Liability and workmen’s compensation insurance would be expensive but as Mr. Waite pointed out, painting could be a dangerous occupation. Since we were going to hire another painter it would be prudent to be protected in case an accident happened. Mr. Waite, a principled man, spoke to Jimmy Chews separately to explain how we would set up the partnership.

In only three months I had assumed a mountain of responsibility but I had gained three new friends and a loving sister. “She loves you but I guess you know that,” Kelley had said when I took her back to the brothel one night. 

Laura had not taken notice of the time I had been a civilian but my family had. A letter arrived. In his customary way, my dad recorded his thoughts on three by five inch lined cards when something that he wanted to say popped into his head. My mother, not wanting the envelope to be too thick, used the back of the cards to let me know what was happening around the house and to express her concerns about my not buckling down and taking responsibility in life. 

The dual use of the cards had been their practice while I was in the service. Often the cards arrived out of order and took time to sort out. When I asked my mother why she didn’t number my dad’s cards before she turned them over to write her messages to me she frowned, “and spy on what your dad is writing to you?”

Once while I was in Korea my dad congratulated me on finding a fine and decent girl to spend my life with. His praise of the girl’s spirited, yet refined demeanor filled one of his cards and continued to the next which was not in the envelope I received. It took several minutes to decide that my mother had mixed one of the cards intended for my brother into my envelope. Occasionally a short note from my sister, written on her fancy perfume scented stationery, would be inserted between the cards.

I had told my family very little about my activities in Arizona. Perhaps if I told them that I had enrolled in school, had a part time job and a girlfriend and was living in the small house that my adopted sister, a prostitute, had placed in my name, they would have stayed off of my back about me shunning responsibility. Nor had I given them my telephone number because I did not want them to hear the message on the answering machine: “Jimmy’s Painting Service, leave your name and number, we’ll be in touch.” 

Laura, though she had not been there to celebrate with me, certainly was loving. She snuggled next to me early Wednesday morning.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have picked you up,” I said as I turned to her and placed my hand on her warm tummy. Instead of sleeping alone in her big bed she had come to bed in my room. 

“It’s almost 3 A M; I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You make me so mad sometimes,” I said, mimicking what Laura had said to me so many times.

“Don’t be mad at me, you feel good,” she said, covering my hand with hers.

“You feel good too,” I said, smelling her hair. It was still damp from the shower.

“Randy?”

I moved my hand on her belly to indicate that I was listening.

“I’m frightened.”

“Do you want to cancel?” She knew that if she said yes I would try to talk her into going through with the surgery. The doctor had warned us that the skin graft would not be perfect and we would need to take precautions but I felt the end result would be worth the risk. I knew how proud Laura had been of her once perfect ass and how self conscious she had become since the ass-hole had put out a cigarette on her right cheek. 

“No,” she said, expelling air from her lungs as if she was conceding that having the surgery was for the best. “I’m going to be so good to you tomorrow night,” she said, patting my hand.

“Tomorrow’s Wednesday, that’s Lacy’s night. Didn’t I tell you that?”

“Oh,” she seemed surprised, “I must have forgotten.”

“Do you want me to cancel? I haven’t told her you’re going to the hospital. I’ll tell her, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“No, you mustn’t do that. I’ll have you Thursday night. I want to be good to you before I’m out of circulation.”

“It’s only a few weeks. It will do you good to take some time off. We’ll be together and when your ass is pretty again we can do some things.”

“Mmmm, I hope it’s pretty again. I want to do those things with you. I can’t wait to show you my pretty ass and have you admire it.”

I felt Laura’s body relax and I heard her breathe deeply. I must have slept too. Suddenly she jumped and woke me. I heard her sigh and sob.

“Randy, are you awake?”

“Yes,” I moved my hand over her tummy.

“Will it be okay?”

“Yes,” I answered too quickly, wanting to sound confident. What if it was not okay? What if I had forced her to do something that did not turn out as we wanted it to? I rubbed her tummy to reassure her that I was there, that everything would be okay.

What bothered me was Laura’s lack of confidence when we were together. She relied upon me to console her and comfort her. She wanted my opinion on what we would have to eat, what we would do and even how she should wear her hair. When she was away she was self assured, giving me orders as how to handle things. She conducted business during our telephone conversations, making decisions like an older sister. When we were apart she was strong but when we were together she looked to me to decide everything. I feared that I was not good for her.

Laura sighed again, rose up in the bed and pulled the long night gown over her head. I could see what was coming. I moved to lie on my back and she followed, placing her head on my chest, letting her hair fall, knowing that each time she moved her head she would tickle my chin. I stoked her hair and her naked back, feeling her tits on my stomach and the trinket bounce on my chest each time she moved. 

“You’re so sweet. Please keep telling me that it will be okay.”

My hand moved over her back in a circular motion in response to her plea. I felt the top of the plain white panties she often wore, the barrier to her forbidden ass cheeks. She went to sleep; I did not.

“Do I really make you mad?” Laura said when she joined me in the kitchen the next morning. 

“I never get mad at you; I just said that because it’s what you always say to me. Go back to bed, you look tired.” I said, holding my arms open for her. She came to me and I held her as long as I dared, then rushed off to class. 

By the time I got home from school and work Lacy was already there. They were in the kitchen, cooking together and talking. 

“Call your other girl friend to join us, we made plenty,” Laura said to me.

Sylvia was hesitant because it was Wednesday and she knew it was one of Lacy’s nights but when I told her Laura wanted her to come she said, “I’ll be over as soon as I find something sexy to wear.” 

Laura must have seen that I was checking the answering machine. The light was not blinking. “I took some messages for you, they’re on your desk.” she said

She followed me to the living room to show me where she had placed the messages. “Did you get some rest today? You didn’t have to answer the phone.” She looked better than she had that morning but her eyes were still puffy. I looked into her eyes with concern. 

“You look cute,” I said. I had stopped by the book store and found a college T-shirt. I had also taken a chance and bought her a pair of below-the- knee pants. She had found the gifts in her room. 

“I feel cute,” Laura said. She was showing me how much spare room there was in the waistband when we were interrupted.

“Can we open this?” It was Lacy. She was standing in at the kitchen door holding a bottle of white wine I had bought while rushing home the night of our second date.

I wondered how long she had been there, watching us. “Ah, I don’t think it would be a good idea, Laura’s not supposed to have any alcohol,” I answered.

“Oh,” Lacy said. “I thought it would be a good time to try the new wine glasses.” Then to Laura, “We bought some wine glasses but we haven’t used them yet.”

“Well by all means, we’ll christen them. I’ll have coke in one,” Laura said without elaborating on the reason she could not drink the wine.

Sylvia came in and confronted me, “R., just how long am I going to have to jump over sawhorses to get from my back door to your back door?”

Jimmy and I had started both rooms at the same time in order to combine the purchase of materials. The foundations had been poured and some of the framing had been started when he and our new worker, Davey, had to be pulled off the job so they could paint the brothel while Laura was not there.

“Are you going to let a couple of sawhorses keep you from me?”

Sylvia considered what I had said. “I wouldn’t let Wild Horses keep me from you, darlin.”

“In that case I’ll exchange the sawhorses for wild horses.” I said, watching Sylvia give me a hopeful grin. She was dressed like Laura in snug fitting pants and a T-shirt and she wore enough lipstick to make me take notice. The single braided pigtail was the only thing that gave it away that she was a librarian.

Seeing that Lacy had placed the new glasses on the table I opened the wine and poured some in three glasses. 

“I can see who did the cooking,” I said when we sat down at the table. Lacy was noticeably pleased by the compliment.

“Cooking is not my forte but I do have other skills,” Laura admitted to Sylvia while smiling at me.

I boosted about having celebrated three months of being a civilian, stopping short of telling them about the letter I had received from my family and how my dad’s three by five inch cards were often out of order. Laura may have told one or both of our guests that our parents were dead. The masquerade was becoming difficult. We were sure to slip up at some point.

Sylvia was in a playful mood. She teased me. “C. C. Stone had two initials but you only have one, R. You must really be small.”

Laura laughed and said what she always said, “don’t ask me, you’ll have to find out for yourself.”

But Lacy became incensed. “Take it from someone who knows. I don’t have any complaints.” 

We all laughed. Sylvia took the hint and stopped teasing me.

To my surprise, Laura told them about her upcoming surgery. Without disclosing that she was a prostitute Laura revealed that she had been burned on the ass about seven months before, ending, “Randy was overseas at the time. When he came home he insisted that I have skin grafts to hide the scar.”

Sylvia and Lacy looked at one another and then at me. They sympathized with Laura and wished her luck. 

When Laura and Sylvia offered to do the dishes I excused myself and went outside to see if there really were sawhorses or lumber in the path. 

Lacy came outside with me and wanted to know more about how Laura had gotten burned. I told her she would have to ask Laura. I didn’t want to talk about it. I was dismayed that Laura would tell them why she was going into the hospital for a couple of days. We had spent endless hours contriving stories about our relationship. She had spilled the beans about something very personal. In the end I suppose the way she told them was for the best. 

That was Laura’s way. The first time we met she answered my question before I asked it. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” She reeled off a speech about her and another girl having a trailer at the edge of town while we undressed. As I found out later, it was a true story. That’s Laura’s way.

“I think we’re going to need a television,” Laura said when it was time to go to bed. “Hanging around here all day is boring.”

Taking Lacy to my bed knowing Laura was in the next room was disconcerting. There had been a distressed look on her face behind the forced smile as we parted.

Lacy exploded as soon as I undressed her and got her into the bed with me. “She’s been here, I smell her on the pillow!” I felt a sharp left to my shoulder as she bolted from the bed. 

How did she know? Did she really smell Laura’s scent on the pillow? I had smelled Laura’s hair when she joined me the night before. Maybe it’s still there.

Catching up with her at the door, we struggled. Lacy was determined to leave the room but she would not go far without clothes. She fought me until I wrapped my arms around her and smacked her on the butt, startling her enough to get her to look into my eyes. She stopped struggling but did not put her arms around me as I held her close. 

“She was scared. It’s the surgery,” I admitted, keeping my voice down, sure that Laura had heard Lacy’s outburst. 

“She got in bed with you? What sort of sister gets into bed with her brother? Lacy was incredulous but had toned her voice down. 

“I told you. She was frightened and wanted to talk for a few minutes. She wanted to hear me say it would be okay,” I answered, running my hands over her nude body.

“Come back to bed, we’ll turn the pillow over,” I offered, patting her ass where I had given it a strong whack. She came reluctantly, still skeptical of my explanation for Laura being in my bed. 

Lacy was not an impromptu lover. Nor did she like to lie on top of me with her head on my chest and her tits on my stomach. She complained that she was too tall for that because her legs dangled over the foot of the bed. 

In bed we kissed and I patted her butt, making her giggle. 

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” Lacy loved to hear me describe in detail what we were going to do. If I got something wrong or out of order it made her uneasy, distrustful. 

When I didn’t say anything she began to squirm. I held her close, patting her butt with my hand. Liking the feel, I placed both hands on her ass cheeks and massaged the soft flesh. Lacy tried to roll off of me. I patted her butt more forcefully, making a smacking sound.

“Tell me what your doing or I’ll go home,” Lacy warned. I smacked her ass harder and pulled her head down for a kiss. She resisted, moving her lips to the side of my face. 

“I’m going to smack you on the ass again.” 

Lacy braced herself for the smack which did not come. After a few seconds she lifted her tits off my chest and her lips just above mine. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“When are you going to smack my butt?”

“You like that, don’t you?”

She settled back down against me. “I like it better when you tell me what we’re going to do, not just that you’re going to smack my butt. I like it when you tell me everything.”

“Okay, this is how it’s going to work. You get on you knees and push my cock against my stomach with your pussy. I’ll smack you on the left ass cheek when I want you to move forward and when I want you to move back I’ll smack you on the right ass cheek.”

I smacked her on the left cheek with my right hand and on the right cheek with my left hand. “Got it?”

Lacy remained still upon me, waiting for me to continue describing what we were going to do. I waited for her to understand that I was finished.

“When do you put the condom on?”

“We don’t,” I answered.

She pulled away, “I’m going home,” she asserted.

I held her close, my left arm on her back and my right hand on her butt.

“We won’t need the condom because there will be no penetration. We will make each other cum with the friction, your pussy rubbing up and down on the underside of my cock. I’ll direct which way to move with the slaps on your ass.” I finished with a light pat on each of her cheeks. 

Lacy relaxed and let her tits fall on my chest. When I kissed her she returned the kiss with eagerness that I had not felt in her before.

“Don’t hit me very hard,” she whispered as she rose to straddle me on her knees.

Leaning forward, Lacy took my cock in her hand and held it to my stomach as she lined up the lips of her pussy and waited for the smack on her ass. The contact made my cock grow. 

“Not so fast,” I cautioned the first time she moved her pussy up my shaft in response to the smack I had given her.

With my left hand I smacked her right cheek, making a slapping sound that reverberated in the darkness. 

She moved backward more slowly, enjoying the feel the friction was giving us.

“More,” I coaxed as I smacked her left cheek and groaned when I felt her pussy slide up the underside of my cock. The lips of her pussy were opening and her wetness was making it easier for her to move slowly. Stopping just in time she ground my cock against my stomach, pausing there.

Lacy held her place and I felt her giving her clit a workout on the head of my cock. 

. When I smacked her ass she remained still for a few seconds before starting the downward journey. The feeling was fantastic. I could tell that she had opened even more and from the slow deliberate way she was creeping down my shaft. I could tell that she was enjoying the trip. 

Smack, Lacy stopped midway down my cock. I smacked her left cheek again, harder and she responded, knowing to move upward. Smack, she stopped, understanding the right cheek meant for her to descend. Smack, “Goody,” she said as she moved her pussy toward the head of my cock. 

Smack, “goody,” she growled as she responded, moving back down. Smack, “goody,” smack, “goody,” smack, “harder.” 

Lacy stopped, confused as to which direction she was supposed to go. I didn’t know either. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 09



“Up,” I said, giving her a hard slap on the left cheek to which she responded, “goody, goody.”

When she reached the very tip of my cock I let her linger there, her face above mine, wide eyed, mouth open, her tits dangling above my chest. 

We enjoyed the feel, so close to penetration and yet, so far away. I knew that if I made the slightest movement I would be inside her and she would accept me with wild abandon. But that was against the rules. It would not be fair to break the rules.

Smack, Lacy didn’t move and I could feel her wet lips surround the head of my cock. Smack to the right cheek. Lacy didn’t move, her eyes darting about as if she had lost all awareness of the present. Smack, again to the right cheek. “HARDER,” she yelled and I gave the right side of her butt all the force my left hand could render. The slapping sound made me shudder and made Lacy fall forward, breaking contact with my cock.

“GOODY, GOODY,” she screamed as she reached for my cock to, I hoped, insert it into her smoldering pussy, but alas, she repositioned her widely-spread pussy lips and started the slow decent while murmuring, “goody, goody, goody.”

I couldn’t take anymore. “Can you come?” I was ready to pop.

“Ug,” I heard her groan in a ragged voice, then, “goody.”

“Can you cum now?” 

“Yes,” she cried.

“I’m coming,” I declared. “Can you come now?”

“Are you kidding?” Her voice was high and weak. “What do you think I’ve been doing?

“You mean you’ve already come?”

With her quick downward movement I released cum spewing across my stomach as she screamed, “CONSTANTLY!” 

Lacy rolled off and I remained on my back, shaking, not wanting the sticky paste to run onto the bed sheets. Lacy regained her capacity first.

“I wanted to do it so bad. It felt so good; I wanted to feel you inside me, you don’t know how close I came to fucking you.”

“That was not part of the plan.”

“I know. That’s the only thing that kept me from ramming your thing up me as far as it would go.”

Lacy cleaned my stomach with a warm wash cloth. We were both exhausted and in need of rest.

She dropped the wet wash cloth on the floor and I reached for her. “We’ll wake up early and I’ll be on top,” I said to give her some time to be ready but she had other ideas.

“I want to be on top,” she whined. 

But I was the director and setting the plan was my job. We had come close to straying. If I had let it happen I would have lost my job. And, I would have lost Lacy. I had to be firm with her. 

“Maybe next time we can do it your way. Tomorrow, I will be on top,” I said with finality, having no idea that next time would not be Friday night.

The next morning Lacy was quite content for me to be on top, laughing that her ass couldn’t take any more abuse just yet. 

Laura and I didn’t get a chance to talk although she did catch me on the way out the door. “Tonight you can take me on a date,” her eyes searching mine for confirmation that I understood.

On the way to class it occurred to me that we had a small conflict. I planned to skip school on Friday in order to take Laura to the hospital, and then hang around to be there in case she needed me. I had not explained to Lacy that I might not be able to keep our Friday night date. I would call her from school. 

Life was becoming complicated. Lacy had slept over the night before. 

We had had noisy butt-slapping sex while Laura slept in her room with only the bathroom as a barrier. Lacy had been my girlfriend for only three weeks. Laura had been much more than a girlfriend for nearly two years. Lacy was temporary; Laura was forever. Why did things have to be so complicated?

I was looking forward to my date with Laura; it would be special, I would see to it. 

{To be continued- My thanks for all the help and support}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 10



On the way to class I made a mental list of things I needed to do that day. 

1. See instructors after class to tell them I would be absent the next day and find out what assignments would be handed out for the following Monday.

2. Swing by the brothel on the way home to drop off paychecks and let Jimmy know I would not be at the hospital the next day but I would see him on Saturday. I needed him to go with me to do some estimates.

3. Call Lacy to let her know that I might get tied up at the hospital and would let her know if I had to cancel our regular Friday night date.

4. Laura had said she wanted me to take her on a date that night. I needed to think of something special to do with her.

I was in line at the cafeteria when I got the idea for our special date. Replacing the tray that I had picked up, I headed for the nearest pay phone in the outer hallway. After making a reservation at the downtown Marriott for that night I called Laura.

The phone rang twice before the machine picked up, "Jimmy's Painting Service, please leave your name and number, we'll be in touch." 

She must be out someplace, I thought, wondering where she had gone. "Hi honey, pack a bag. We're going to have a special date in a room on the sixth floor at the Marriott. It has one of those big beds and there is a view from the balcony. Sound good?" Before hanging up I added, "Your loving brother."

Why had I added that? Why did I keep saying that?

When I got back to the cafeteria the line was shorter. I ordered the Thursday lunch special, meat loaf with mashed potatoes and gravy which seemed adequate since I planned on taking Laura to dinner in a fancy restaurant that night.

Looking around for a place to sit I spotted a table where four guys I did not know looked like they were about to finish their lunch. I would soon have the table to myself. I wanted to make some notes on what my morning instructors had told me about their agendas. 

Just as I began to write the first note about what my last instructor had told me I became aware that the sixth seat at the table was being occupied. The guy next to me made an exaggerated sigh and his buddies snickered. Looking up I stared directly into the blue eyes of the girl, the one with the car. 

Without breaking our gaze, she dropped a large bag on the floor next to her chair and squared her tray on the table as she took her seat. Mesmerized was not the word for it; I was lost, lost deep within those glittering green eyes. Had they changed color? I was trying to decide if they were blue or green when she spoke.

"I've been looking for you." Her lips were moving but I was still lost, trying to see if there was an end to how deep I could peer. The guys at the table were making wild grunting sounds. 

"I wanted to apologize for the other day." She had dropped her eyes to her tray of food but when she found the tall glass of iced tea she brought the straw to her lips and the eyes were back, locked to mine. One of the guys at the table made a sucking sound as if he was drawing air through a straw.

Breaking our eye-lock, I looked at the four guys who were entangled in their own hormones. I was going to tell her that I did not know the four teenagers with a need to be noticed but when I saw her slowly draw the fork from her lips I forgot what I was going to say. The four guys sighed in unison.

Looking at her plate I noticed an indention in her mashed potatoes and gravy which was the reason the fork was making the very provocative exit from her lips. Realizing she was watching me and realizing my mouth was open, I looked down at the untouched food on my plate.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" 

"I know what I would like to eat," was mumbled by one of the boys sitting the most distant from me. I gave him a long stern look of warning. It went unnoticed. 

A hint of a smile was on the girl's face when I turned back to see her buttering the roll that came with the meal. I noticed how high her forehead looked with the way her hair was combed straight back and bunched at her neck with a black cordlike ribbon. She wore a black T-shirt under a khaki jacket. I suspected she was wearing matching khaki slacks or a khaki skirt. 

The meatloaf was no longer hot when I took the first bite. Feeling pressure to say something, I leaped into the first thing that entered my mind.

"What is your favorite flower?" I said, catching her off guard.

Her mouth was open just enough to see the even upper row of teeth that still had a drop of brown gravy on the edge of....it was gone, disappearing into the tip of her tongue as it darted out to capture the contrary crumb.

"Why?" She was only mildly interested, probably thinking that I was about to ask her address so I could send her flowers.

I wrote two lines on my notebook and held it up for her to read. 

"My name is Randy, I'm making a note that I need to send flowers to Laura, my sister."

"This guy is smooth," we heard one of the kids at the table say.

"Why don't you boys fuck off? Can't you see Randy and I are trying to have an adult conversation?" the girl said with the same fire in her eyes I had seen when she screamed at me in the parking lot. Turning back to me she reached for my notebook and pen.

"My name is Julita but please call me Huley," she wrote and handed the notebook back to me.

She smiled for the first time when I extended my hand across the table.

"What color is your sister's hair?" She asked a slight wrinkle in her high forehead and her eyes capturing mine to demonstrate a true interest.

"It's darker than yours but we still call it blond."

"Really? I'm surprised. Your hair is dark. You were never blond, were you?"

I gave the standard answer that Laura and I always used to explain the genes mix-up that made her hair much lighter than mine. 

"I like yellow long stemmed roses but she might like something white, does she like white?"

"How did you know that? Most of her clothes are white," I exclaimed.

We were talking between taking bites of meatloaf and potatoes. I buttered my roll and when I lifted it to my mouth Huley did the same, tormenting the boys by taking a small bite and holding it between her lips before slowly sucking it into her mouth. 

We paid no attention to the antics of the four teenagers as we compared class schedules and study times. Without divulging our ages, we gave each another strong hints by providing some background. I told her that I was a veteran of nearly four years in the Air Force while Huley said that she had transferred to the local school after having a dreadful first year at an Ivy League school. We walked out together, leaving unfinished meatloaf on our plates and the four boys joking about what they had just witnessed at the table.

"Carnations," she said. She was, indeed, wearing a matching khaki skirt, above the knees.

I thanked Huley for her advice as we parted. As I watched her walk away something triggered a chill to go up my spine. The blond hair and long brown legs were a strange combination. Could her name be Julita Pettersen? She turned and caught me watching. She returned my wave but not my smile.

There was not enough time before class to order the flowers. 

By the time I got home Laura was in frenzy. She was wearing the college T-shirt and pants I had given her. She had not packed. 

"What's wrong," I asked, seeing that she had been crying. I reached out to her but she wouldn't come to me.

"I didn't pick up," she said sniffling.

"You didn't pick up?" I said, puzzled.

Laura walked to her bedroom where the answering machine was located next to the bedside telephone on the floor and pressed the play button. 

. "Hi honey, pack a bag. We're going to have a special date in a room on the sixth floor at the Marriott. It has one of those big beds and there is a view from the balcony. Sound good? Your loving brother."

Hearing the message I had left at lunchtime kept me puzzled.

"Lacy was here, she heard it. We were having lunch. I sat there like a dummy and didn't pick up the phone," Laura said bursting into tears.

"So?" I didn't see what she was finding so damaging about the message.

"She didn't hear the end. She ran out of the house crying."

I got to Laura before she could move away from me. We toppled onto the bed and I tried to console her but she tried to wiggle away. 

"Listen," I had pinned her down, smothering her wet face with kisses. "Listen to me, I'll call her, it's not your fault. I can straighten this out."

"I'm so sorry Randy. It was awful; she got so mad and said she had known all along that you were not my brother. You've lost her and it's my fault."

"I'll call her and say that she didn't hear the entire message. Stop worrying about it."

"I'll admit that I was a little jealous but I didn't mean to break you up," Laura was still sniffling.

I laughed. "You were jealous? What were you jealous of? You're my number one, don't you know that?" I stroked her hair and her back, feeling how tight her body was.

"Am I still your second piece of ass?" She was beginning to move her hands over my back. 

"That too. You're my number one and my second piece of ass."

"I wish I could be your first piece of ass. I wish I could be your every piece of ass but that can't be, can it?"

I kissed her. "Go wash your face while I call Lacy. Let's get going."

It was after six P M when we headed toward the city. I had emptied Laura's case and repacked it with a set of her underwear, two pair of my shorts, socks and a spare flannel shirt. 

I had been unable to talk with Lacy. According to her sister she was not at home. 

"I didn't pack your long nightgown," I said to Laura when the bellhop left us in the room. We went out on the balcony to watch the sunset. Laura stood near me, her face was scrubbed and she had stopped crying. No more had been mentioned about Lacy and the way she had reacted to hearing my phone message.

"Thank you for making this a special date," Laura was not looking at me. She held my hand and gazed at the skyline. 

"We need to get you a dress to wear," I said, thinking of where to take her for dinner.

"Let's not do that. You know what I would like to do?" She looked at me, wanting me to agree to whatever it was she was going to say.

"Aren't you getting hungry?" I had not told her about my lunch with Huley and leaving half of my food uneaten.

"Let's grab something someplace where we don't have to dress up, then we'll go window shopping, okay?" She squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes. I squeezed back to give her an affirmative. 

We must have looked out of place in the corner café. I was wearing the sport coat Laura had bought for me on one of our R & Rs and she wore my flannel shirt over the T-shirt and pants that I had bought for her. I ate gluttonously while Laura had a hamburger with a glass of milk. When the bill was presented she patted the pocket of the shirt and smiled. I smiled back and reached for my wallet, knowing that it had been her way of reminding me of our first weekend together when she had planted a 100 dollar bill in the inside pocket of my sports coat. Patting her pocket was the same signal she had given me back then.

We walked around the city hand in hand. The stores had not closed yet but we did not go inside. I let her lead me from store window to store window, watching her excitement when she pointed to displays and looking my way to see if I was paying attention.

"Hold me, hold me close," she whispered in my ear, her arms around my neck and her body pressed to mine.

"Am I your number one?"

"Yes," I answered, "Am I your R & R?"

"Yes," she moved her cheek against mine in a nodding motion. "Am I your second piece of ass?" 

"You know you are. You're my only second piece of ass."

"What were you doing to Lacy to make her scream, 'Goody,' last night?"

"Saving a rubber," I said, amused at my own answer. 

"She said you spanked her. She was telling me how sore her ass was when the phone rang and then she got mad and left. Did you spank her?"

"Is that what you were talking about at lunch?" 

"I told her I heard her scream and wanted to know what caused it. I'm jealous. You never spanked me."

"I'm not going to spank you. I couldn't do that."

"Yes you will. This is my special date. I get to say what we do." Laura said, unyielding. 

The stores were closing and I had not bought the flowers. I gave in to her demands.

As soon as we reached the hotel room she ran to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off on the way. I was hanging up my pants when she came out, wearing only her panties.

"What else were you doing with that poor girl last night?" She wanted to know as she unbuttoned my shirt. When I didn't answer soon enough she looked into my eyes, "tell me."

"Tell me," she repeated from the floor where she was removing my shoes, then my socks. "I heard you make her say, 'goody, and goody'. What were you doing to her?" She asked as she pulled my shorts down. "What was she doing to you?"

"I can't do that with you," I answered without explaining.

"Honey, there's nothing you can't do with me, try me."

"Come to bed. I'll explain what we did and see if you still want to do it. First, get on top of me," I said, leading her to the bed.

Laura came with me and crawled on top of me. "How do you want me?"

I pulled the sheet up and rubbed her back, feeling her tits bore into my chest. She smothered me with kisses as I rubbed her back.

"Lacy didn't have any panties on," I said. Laura raised her pelvis by pushing up on her knees. I pushed her panties down. 

"Okay, you got my panties off. Now what are you going to do to me?"

"You're not going to do this. I had her bend my cock back with her pussy at the base and push up the length when I slapped her on the ass."

"Is that all? You can slap my ass. You know that don't you? Let me get into position and you slap my ass."

"There's more. When I slap you on the left cheek you move up and when I whack you on the right cheek you move down."

"I'll have you saying, 'goody, goody' in no time," Laura said, reminding me she was a professional.

I slapped her on the left buttocks, the one without the scar and she started to move up my shaft. She moved slowly, taking her time, spreading juices along the way to the tip where she lingered, the necklace dangling from her neck. 

"Goody," she said, moving her clit to touch my pee hole.

"Goody," I echoed.

She seemed to know that I was hesitant to slap her right cheek, the one with the scar.

"Whack it," she said, "unless you want me to stay like this?"

"Harder," she said when I gave her a half-hearted smack on the right cheek. I complied, smacking her ass with considerable force.

Laura moved downward, holding her cunt against my cock, expertly making me cringe, and making me hope I could last a few minutes longer.

We had done the same thing before, without the spanking. Laura had taught it to me. I had added the spanking for Lacy's benefit, never thinking that Laura would want to do the same thing that made Lacy scream "Goody."

Whack, Laura started back up. Whack, she stopped half way and started downward. Whack, she reversed and started going back up. I let her go all the way. She idled there at the very end, waiting for me to whack her right cheek.

I felt juices emerge from her cunt and flow onto my very sensitive inflated cock. She hovered above me, waiting for me to slap her on the other cheek. I couldn't. 

"Do it. Slap me." she said, impatiently.

"What are you going to tell the doctor tomorrow," I said, reminding her of the surgery that was scheduled for the next morning.

Laura seemed to be deep in thought, suspended above me, my prick being pinned by her very wet delightful pussy which was so soft and juicy. It was driving me insane.

"I'll tell her we were playing whack," she answered playfully. "Now whack me, let's play whack."

"I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to spank you anymore. I only did it because it is your date and you insisted."

"Well, it looks like we are at an impasse," she said, still not moving.

"Kiss me," I said.

"No, not till you whack me."

"Fuck me then, move up just a bit and release my cock. It will find its way."

"No, you said yourself, that's not according to the plan."

"Fuck the plan, fuck me, please, please," I pleaded, so frustrated it hurt.

"Whack my ass," Laura said, insistently uttering the demand through clenched teeth.

Relenting, I struck her right cheek with my left palm.

"Harder," she demanded, grunting it in my ear.

"I don't want to hurt you. What will the doctor say?"

"Do it!"

I gritted my teeth and gave her a decent whack, making a cracking sound fill our ears.

Laura's tits grazed my chest as she moved her pussy down the underside of my cock. "GOODY," I screamed. "Goody," I murmured, cum splashing Laura's tits as she drug them down my chest.

She fell upon me, kissing, rejoicing, squishing the sticky syrup between our stomachs. We laughed and held each other. Laura was so proud of herself; like Lacy the night before, she hadn't caved. "Goody," she whispered, letting the Korean trinket tickle my chest.

She cleaned us up and came back to bed wearing my flannel shirt. "You didn't pack my night gown," she scolded.

"I didn't think you would need it. I planned on keeping you naked all night."

"Did you like playing whack with me? Did I do it right?"

"You were great. You play it really well," I said, thinking how much I had wanted her to weaken and pull me into her."

I rubbed her back and when my hands traveled down to her ass cheeks she did not object. Her buttocks felt warm and she flinched when I stroked her but she did not reject the attention I was bestowing on her ass, even when I rubbed her right cheek where the cigarette had been ground in. 

"We should get some sleep, tomorrow is your big day," I said, knowing that if I had requested more sex she would not have hesitated to oblige me.

And the next morning I decided it would not be good to take her to the operating room with a pussy that showed recent sexual activity, although, when she unbuttoned the flannel shirt and came into my arms I was tempted. I stoked her back and let my hands roam down to her buttocks, patting the cheeks of her ass playfully in a mock game of whack.

We arrived early at the hospital. Laura was processed, prepped and ready well before the surgery was scheduled. While waiting, I held Laura's hand and tried to entertain her by telling her things that would be amusing. I told her about the letter I had received from home and how the lined cards often arrived out of order. I told her about Jimmy saying he did not know anyone we could hire that would not peek in the brothel windows. And I told her that I had intended to have flowers in the hotel room when we arrived but had not found the time to place an order.

Laura perked up when I mentioned the flowers. "What kind would you have ordered?" 

"White, I think, maybe carnations." I answered, avoiding telling her that carnations had been Huley's suggestion. 

"Perfect," Laura said, "white is my favorite. Do you remember the pants suit I wore on our first R & R?"

"Of course I remember it. That's the way I remembered you all the time I was overseas. The way you looked that first time you picked me up." I said, happy to have hit on something that took her mind off of what was to come.

I held her hand until a nurse and two orderlies came to take her to surgery. She smiled as I released her hand from mine and I smiled back, waving as they moved her out the door. I wished I could go along to be with her. What had I done?

With time on my hands I called Lacy. Beverly, her sister said she didn't want to talk to me. I told Beverly that Lacy had jumped to conclusions and had not heard the entire message. She warned me to stop calling or she would report me to the authorities, saying she had seen the welts on Lacy's ass. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 10



Doctor Torpid sent a young assistant to tell me that Laura had been given a unit of blood and been taken to recovery. This did not sound good to me although we had been warned that loss of blood was to be expected. He said she would be moved to a room within two hours and that I could see her then. He did not know the room number but he gave the floor and the wing where she was likely to be taken.

I had the florist include a single red rose to give the dozen carnations some color. Laura was lying on her side, staring blankly at the side wall. A slight recognition crossed her face as I approached, which was her only expression.

Looking around for a place to set the flowers so that she could see them and, finding none, I moved a chair next to her bed and held the flowers in my hand. As I moved the flowers her eyes followed them which was a good sign, I thought. 

When I kissed her on the forehead she reached for my hand, another good sign. She closed her eyes. I sat the flowers on the floor and held her hand, watching her slip into a light sleep.

"Want to know what I thought about during the surgery?" It was a labored raspy whisper. She had probably been asleep for fifteen minutes, while I held her hand. Her eyes moved with my arm as I reached for a glass of water on the night stand. She took a few sips through a straw when I offered it.

"What did you think about?"

Her eyes brightened. Swallowing, she squeezed my hand, "I relived our first R and R. Do you remember our first kiss?"

I nodded and watched her formulate her next thought.

"What were you thinking? I'll bet I know. You were thinking. 'God, I'm kissing a whore.' Is that what you thought?" A near smile came to her lips, but instead, I watched her lower lip scrape across her upper teeth as if she was going to bite her lip. 

"No, I didn't think that," I became indignant. She was playing with me; that was a good sign. "I couldn't believe such a beautiful girl had asked me to kiss her."

Her eyes closed with a drained look on her face and about the eyes. 

"You said, 'you can do better than that,' and I kissed you again, remember?"

Her lips pushed out briefly and I saw her head push forward in a failed attempt to nod.

A nurse helped me place the flowers where Laura would see them when she woke. I had just enough time to deliver paychecks to Jimmy and Davey and come back for evening visiting hours. 

{To be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 11



{The real character’s names are changed. The fictitious names are real.}

I was barely inside the door when Sylvia made two short knocks before letting herself in. It was about 10:00 P M and I really wasn’t in the mood for company but when I saw the concern on her face I relaxed.

“You look awful,” she exclaimed. “How is our girl?”

“She must be doing okay. She was belly aching about having to spend the night alone when they kicked me out,” I laughed.

“You’ve been there all day. You look tired, want something to eat?” Without waiting for an answer Sylvia opened the refrigerator and brought out three eggs. 

I had to admit, an omelet or whatever she was going to do with the eggs sounded pretty good. I had not eaten since having a sandwich sometime around 3 P M when I brought the paychecks to Jimmy and Davey. 

Sylvia was wearing library clothes, a dark dress that buttoned down the front. Her hair was braided. I suspected she had closed the library at nine and waited for me to come home. She broke the eggs into a skillet and started two pieces of toast before she turned to me. “Did it go as expected? Were there any complications or anything?”

“Yeah, she was weak and tired when I saw her the first time but when I went back she ate some pudding and we talked some. When she wasn’t sleeping,” I added, not wanting to say anything about the blood transfusion that had been necessary.

Sylvia sat a glass of milk in front of me along with the plate of scrambled eggs. 

“This is fantastic,” I smiled as I dug into the eggs. She took a seat at the table and watched me eat.

“Can I go with you tomorrow?” Sylvia asked. 

“Sure,” I answered. “Isn’t the library open tomorrow?”

“You’re right and I have the late shift again. What about Sunday?”

“She may be coming home that day but sure, Laura will be glad to see you.”

Sylvia smiled as she rose. “Set the dishes in the sink. I don’t have to go in until 12. I’ll come over in the morning and get you underway. I know you have a lot to think about.” 

I don’t know what came over me. Getting to my feet, I caught her before she got to the door and gave her a hug. She patted me on the back and said, “ohh, R.,” before I let her go.

I went back to the table to finish the few bites of eggs and toast, thinking how considerate Sylvia had been to wait for me to come home, and then rush over to make something for me to eat.

Before going to bed I checked the answering machine. There was one call inquiring about painting a residence. Lacy had not called.

Laura’s spirits were considerably higher when I got to her room on Saturday. Her hair had been combed and there was some color in her cheeks. A lunch tray had just arrived and she ate some of everything before placing her head on the pillow and waving her hand for me to take the tray away. 

She introduced me to her roommate. A young woman named Nadine sat up in the bed near the windows with a lunch tray in front of her.

“Hi Randy, I heard all about you,” Nadine grinned. Unlike Laura, she had makeup applied to her face and her eyebrows had been highlighted to match her dark hair.

“I’ll bet you have,” I laughed. Laura was facing the other wall and did not know I was looking her way, wondering what she had told Nadine.

Seeing that Nadine was not going to eat anymore I offered to move her tray. 

“My brother is very considerate,” Laura commented. “It’s too bad he can’t keep a girl friend.”

“You must be feeling better,” I quipped, taking my place in the chair next to her.

“Did you talk to Lacy?” 

I shook my head; not wanting to say anything in front of Nadine about Lacy’s reaction to the message I had left on the answering machine. But when I saw that Laura’s eyes were closed, I told her that we had not spoken. 

Beverly, Lacy’s sister, had said she had seen the welts on Lacy’s ass. I didn’t believe this. I had not struck her hard enough to leave marks, although her ass may have been red the next day. Lacy had even joked about how her ass looked the next morning. But Beverly had found out about it somehow. Either she had been told or been shown or she had peeked at Lacy’s ass and drawn her own conclusions. 

Having your girl friend mad at you was one thing; having her sister mad was serious. Beverly had threatened to call the authorities.

I told Laura that Sylvia had been over the night before to make me some eggs and that she wanted to come to the hospital but she had the late shift at the library. Laura listened, remaining quiet, seemingly glad to have me there as company. 

I told her that Jimmy and I had bid on four jobs that morning and gotten two signed contracts with down payments. This made four jobs to do after Jimmy and Davey finished the brothel. This would take us to the middle of November, longer if rain held us up. Things looked pretty good. We had money in the account from the advances we had accepted and plenty of work for the time being. 

I was bothered that we had not finished the additions. How would I explain to Sylvia that it was going to take longer to complete the projects than we had planed?

Laura looked over at me with a wrinkled brow that told me she had something serious to say. “When you were overseas did you ever think how things would turn out? Did you ever think, by the end of September that you would be going to school and be in the painting business and be in a hospital room sitting in a chair across from an old prostitute?”

Alarm struck me. Why was she talking like this in front of a stranger? Laura saw my concern and smiled.

“Don’t worry honey; we had a heart to heart last night.”

Nadine was watching us, smiling and nodding her head.

“Just how deep did this heart to heart get?” I asked, getting a tight feeling in my chest.

“I told her everything and she told me everything,” Laura admitted. “It’s easy to talk about things at four in the morning when you can’t sleep.”

Nadine nodded, agreeing with Laura. She was watching me intently, assessing my true feelings. Apparently, Laura had disclosed her life’s secrets to a stranger in the wee hours of the night.

“She told you everything?” I said, wondering what this woman could possibly have to say that would rival Laura’s woeful stories. 

“Test me if you want, ask me something that only you and Laura would know,” the woman in the bed by the windows challenged me

“Okay,” I said, trying to think of some obscure incident that had taken place during the time we had known each other. How much had Laura told her? Nadine watched me, a confident look on her face.

“What did Laura send me for Christmas when I was in Korea?” I asked, thinking that if she knew the answer I would be convinced that Laura had told her everything, including our true relationship.

Without hesitation Nadine told me about the subscription to Playboy and the wrapped package containing the panties Laura had worn when we did Mary Ann. “The paper was silver with little Santa Clauses,” she added with a smug smile.

“Sounds like you covered everything,” I said, convinced that Laura had held nothing back, including the relationship that we made a habit of never revealing to outsiders and certainly not to someone we had just met. 

“Look at her. Does she look like someone who could hold anything back?” We heard Laura say.

I had to agree with her. Nadine seemed innocent and open to revealing her innermost secrets in a serious discussion in the dark. 

“Describe her to me,” Laura ordered. She had her back to Nadine but I didn’t understand why she was asking me to describe her. Was this for her amusement or did she really not know?

“Don’t you know what she looks like?”

“No, describe her please. They let me sleep on my stomach but it was dark and I couldn’t see her, then they moved me back this way,” she explained. 

“Let me get this straight. At four in the morning you poured your heart out to a person you’ve never laid eyes on? You even told her about us? Is that what you’re saying?”

Laura chuckled, “that’s what whores do. When we can’t sleep we sit around and talk about what led us to this place in our lives. We tell our stories; we all have them. We’ve heard them before, in other places, in the early hours of the day; we talk about mistakes we’ve made. We tell our dreams. Now, tell me about Nadine.”

Why was she talking this way in front of a stranger? It was embarrassing to hear her use ‘whore’ in front of another female. Was Laura killing time or was this for her amusement? Was this a test? For whatever reason, I wanted to humor her so I looked at Nadine and began the description.

“First, close your eyes so you can picture what I say,” I watched Laura as she obeyed. I looked over at Nadine and shrugged. She smiled.

“She has dark shoulder length hair with a part on the right side.” I looked at Laura’s eyes to make sure they were closed.

“She is about,” putting one hand above the other I saw Nadine hold up both hands, “five feet four inches.” Nadine nodded.

“She’s married,” I had noticed the ring when she held up her hands, “and has eleven, no wait, she has two children.” 

Laura’s eyes popped open. Nadine had held up both hands with one finger raised on each hand which I had mistaken for eleven. Then she had quickly changed to one hand with two fingers raised. 

“Does she have a V mark on her chin?” Laura asked. She had closed her eyes again.

“No,” I said, wondering why she would ask such a thing.

“Look closer.”

I walked across the room and Nadine stuck out her chin for inspection. Indeed, there were two marks, one straight down from the center of her lower lip and the second veering off toward the corner of the left side of her lip. An attempt to cover the scar with makeup made it difficult to see what resembled a V on her chin. 

“I’ll be damn, you two did get into some serious stuff,” I said, while walking back to my seat next to Laura’s bed.

“Mommy, mommy, a little girl yelled as she ran toward Nadine’s bed. A man came into the room carrying a smaller child. He placed the child in Nadine’s arms and leaned down to kiss her. The little girl was trying to climb up on the bed.

Nadine introduced us to her family, her husband Charles and daughters Ruth and Gracie. As Ruth was introduced to us she waved and held up two fingers before turning to crawl toward her mother, having made the climb to the top of the bed. 

We gave the small family space. Laura motioned for me to come close and reached for my hand. “Ruth will be three in January. She was a difficult birth. Grace will be one next month. Charles is the fence. He’s in construction. Did he take his hat off? He’s very self conscious about his hair.” Laura having whispered the descriptions fell silent, patiently watching me.

“You told her about us?” 

Laura’s head was on the pillow, her eyes misty. “I told her about every conversation we ever had and about the letters. Yes, I told her everything and she told me about Charles. It was like the late nights when one of the girls or all of us could not sleep and we told our stories. I told Nadine about you coming back to me and keeping me sane. I told her that you tell me when I’m being a whore and how you don’t let me blame myself when I’m not. I told her about the trust we have.”

She stopped silent, smiling, eyes moist. We swallowed at the same time, sharing a moment of understanding. 

Charles had removed a ball cap, revealing a sparse crop of hair along the sides of his head. “Yes, he’s bald. What did you say about him being the fence?”

“Oh, that’s what we call it when a girl leaves the business. We say she’s leaving for the house with a picket fence.”

“You mean she’s…….Nadine was in the………are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Laura smiled and nodded, “She found the fence.” 

~*~

We brought her home on Monday morning, Sylvia and I. Doctor Torpid gave Laura a final check and gave me a list of dos and don’ts but it was Sylvia who spoke to the Doctor at length, saying that college boy would not be able to follow the list.

The doctor caught me by the arm as we were leaving, “no physical exercise for at least three weeks. Do you understand me, Mr. Tucker?”

The library was closed on Monday so Sylvia insisted on staying with Laura. She sent me off to class.

Over the next two weeks while Laura went through the various stages of recovery I was able to come and go, knowing that Sylvia would be there every moment she was free from her library responsibilities. 

Jimmy had brought two rugs his wife had woven, saying, “This one is for Miss Laura’s side of the bed and this one is for your side” Laura didn’t notice hers until Tuesday. She wanted to know what Jimmy’s wife’s name was and how old his children were. She wanted to call the wife to thank her. 

“I want to know when their birthdays are. We’ll need to get them something nice for Christmas. We need to shop for just the right thing for Ruth and Gracie too.”

When Laura was alone those first few days she amused herself with the television I had bought and placed on a moveable stand in her room. She also made use of the telephone, calling Nadine in the hospital daily and at home after she was discharged. But this was not enough to keep her busy. On Wednesday Laura asked Sylvia to bring her some books from the library. 

Between taking care of Laura and spending extra time with Jimmy I got behind on my studies. When I saw Huley in the school parking lot on Wednesday afternoon I had to explain that I had been spending my lunch hour in the library, trying to catch up with my assignments.

“I’ve been there,” she said, her eyes studying mine. A strand of her hair strayed to fall against her cheek to which I reacted with a feeble attempt to put the thin blond hair back into place. Huley smiled and took my hand. The thread of hair fell back down and we laughed together, my hand in hers. 

“I can’t help you with that math course you’re taking but if you want to stop by the house we can go over the science and history. You’re not having problems with English 101 are you?” 

“Thanks for the offer but I have a full schedule away from school too,” thinking of work and taking care of Laura.

“I have my notes from that same history course and I got an A in science the first semester,” she said, giving me a last chance to accept her offer. 

We made arrangements to have lunch the next day and discuss how Huley could best help me and when we could get together.

That night I had a talk with Sylvia, explaining why the construction of our additions had been held up. While she said that she understood I could see that she was not pleased with having to wait while we finished a new job. I couldn’t tell her why the brothel had to come first.

“Maybe you need some more help,” she ventured and Laura agreed. I had considered hiring a couple of kids from the school to work on Saturdays but had not spoken to Jimmy about it.

I also explained that I was falling behind in some of my class work and told them about Huley’s offer to help. Laura immediately jumped to the conclusion that the two days I had skipped school to be with her were the cause, but I quickly told her and Sylvia that was not the case. I had not been in school for so long that I was having trouble relearning how to study. 

“Is she cute? This person who has offered to help, is she cute?” Laura was so perceptive it was annoying. I described Huley to them, ending, “her name is Julita and she has blond hair, does that tell you anything?”

“Is she a blond Mexican?” Sylvia suggested.

“I believe her mother is Mexican or part Mexican,” I offered without saying that Huley was driving Laura’s car and I suspected her father was Ollie Pettersen.

The next day I found Huley sitting at a table for two in the Cafeteria. I made sure the four annoying teenagers saw me take my seat across from her. We made arrangements for me to come to her house on Saturday night on the pretense of study. I think we both knew that study was just an excuse; who studies on Saturday night? Once when I was sure the four boys were watching us I moved the errant strand of hair from her face. Huley grabbed my hand and pushed it to the table, holding it there, smiling. 

“I did that because those same four boys are watching,” I told her.

“Oh, I thought it was because you wanted to hold my hand.”

“That too,” I laughed.

That afternoon I spoke to Jimmy about having some college kids help with prepping the next house we had to paint, making the point that if we got two willing workers, the five of us could get the house ready to be painted in one day. He and Davey could do the painting in three days and have two days to go back to the construction projects. Jimmy was hesitant but agreed to try the idea. I think the mention of college boys made him think he would not be able to tell them what to do. I began to wonder if Jimmy was going to be able to oversee the work that we had lined up. He was used to working alone and had his own way of doing things. He shunned the use of power tools and abhorred short cuts of any fashion.

The next day I advertised for two painting helpers on the school bulletin board, adding that I would take applications in the cafeteria on Monday at noon.

On Friday evening Sylvia and I got home at the same time. She walked through the back door ahead of me. Turning, she held her finger to her lips as if she was shushing someone who was making too much noise in the library. I eased the door closed. We listened to Laura’s side of a telephone conversation.

“I don’t think so. The object of the game is to get the other player to cave. If he’s wearing a rubber he won’t be nearly as sensitive. It will be to your advantage if you let him go bareback.”

I took the bag of groceries that Sylvia was holding and gave her a quizzical look. She shrugged.

“I’ll explain the rules to him. Don’t worry; he’ll hear them just as we talked about.”

Sylvia had her hand on her mouth, her eyes wide. I was having a hard time keeping quiet.

“Call it? I don’t know. We just made it up on the spur of the moment. Why don’t you decide a good name after you and Randy play it?”

Laura was laughing when she hung up the phone. She told Sylvia and me that Lacy had called to see how Laura was feeling and they got to talking. Lacy was still dubious about the relationship between Laura and I but she said she wanted to believe us. It became evident to Laura that my girlfriend wanted to get back together with me but her sister had forbid her to play whack with me again. 

“What’s whack?” Sylvia wanted to know.

“What’s the new game?” I wanted to know.

Laura took a deep breath. When I saw that she was going to explain how whack was played I went to the kitchen to store the groceries and start supper, sure that Sylvia would soon be flying out of the house, screaming. 

But she didn’t. While Sylvia and I prepared the meal Laura explained that when Lacy wanted a substitute game for whack, Laura had made up the rules on the fly and, as she added rules, Lacy had become more interested. 

As she had promised Lacy, Laura explained the rules to me. As she told us the rules all three of us suggested revisions. We changed the name several times. 

“The male appendage is inserted about one inch into the female’s vulva and held there without moving more than one quarter of an inch either way,” Laura began.

“Either way, you mean in or out, don’t you?” Sylvia interrupted.

“Exactly, the rule is to remain absolutely still but one quarter of an inch movement is within tolerable limits,” Laura said.

“Who measures the distance of travel, in or out?” I asked, tongue in cheek.

“There’s no referee unless both parties agree. If the movement is excessive the one who instigated the movement is the loser. That’s the point of the game. You must not move.” Laura answered, looking very serious.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 11



“Why don’t you start at the beginning Laura, this sounds like it may be worth trying,” Sylvia said, winking at me.

“It starts by being seductive while taking your clothes off. Naturally the opponents must be naked. Making your opponent as aroused as possible is to your advantage. But no touching, that’s an important rule.”

“Can a player talk or sing? Talking can be erotic,” Sylvia observed.

“That’s a good point,” Laura said. “Talking or singing is acceptable.”

“How does this work? How does the cock get into the cunt without touching?” I asked, not believing we were talking like this in front of Sylvia.

“Well, of course there is touching upon insertion. Please, let’s call it insertion, let’s not be vulgar. This is a very sophisticated game. There is no touching to stimulate the other player. You can’t put your hands on her tits or play with her clit to make her aroused,” Laura said, still with a straight face.

“Is there absolutely no touching? I don’t see how insertion is going to take place unless you let the female guide the guy’s penis in,” Sylvia offered.

“Okay, maybe your right. Let’s say the female can insert the cock in her pussy but there should be a time limit. Is five seconds acceptable to everyone?” Laura asked.

“That seems fair to me,” I approved the rule. “How do the positions work? Is the male on top or female on top?” 


”I think either way would work but Lacy and I talked about you being on top. She lies on her back and spreads her legs enough that there is no danger of your legs touching hers. But I suppose it could work the other way with you on your back and Lacy squatting above you. What we talked about was for you to support yourself with your hands on either side of her arms. Once you take the position you have to remain there until one of you can’t stand it and blinks first.”

“You mean fucks first, don’t you?” Sylvia laughed.

“You’re right again, blinks first really doesn’t describe it, does it? Fucks first is more correct,” Laura agreed.

“We’ll call it ‘Fucks First’ then, is that okay?” I asked, wondering how much longer the conversation was going to continue.

We honed the rules of the game while eating.

“How long will I need to stay in the same position? Should a winner be decided after a certain time limit? Like five minutes?” I said, not really caring about the rules. I was enjoying the discussion Laura and Sylvia were having.

“You always have the option of pushing it in and start fucking her. Of course if you do that, you lose the game,” Laura warned.

“I don’t think the quarter of an inch movement is fair,” Sylvia observed. “He gets to move in and out and she has to lie there and take it? That would drive me crazy.”

Sylvia and I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen while Laura thought of various names for the new game. We let her ramble although we knew she was teasing us with her vivid descriptions she was using to refine the rules to the newly invented game. We were happy to see Laura have fun. The break from work and the daily conversations she was having with Nadine seemed to have a positive effect.

I was also amused at how blunt and candid Sylvia was being while discussing the sex game in mixed company. 

“Lacy is probably thinking about this new game. She is sure to have all sorts of questions. She’s not going to be comfortable playing it until we can explain what happens when every conceivable mishap occurs. We know that about her, don’t we?” Laura seemed to be thinking out loud.

“Let’s let her think about it for a few days. She’ll come to you with her questions,” I looked to Laura. “Besides, I’ve got something else to do tomorrow night.”

“We’ve changed so many things and made new rules in the past hour. It’s not the same game I described to her. I don’t think this game is suitable for Lacy yet, not until we try it amongst ourselves,” Laura said, making Sylvia turn away from us. 

This was exactly what Laura had been working towards. Sylvia, who had maintained a calm composure throughout the discussion of the sex game rules, was now becoming embarrassed. 

“But it will be impossible for Randy and me to try it. What did the doctor say about exercise? Three weeks?” Laura continued, clearly having fun with Sylvia. “I suppose you could play the game with Randy. You know how it’s played; you’re on the rules committee.”

Sylvia had reddened. She mumbled something about not knowing the rules that well. “I don’t think the rules are defined well enough yet. Anyway, it’s time we get you to bed,” Sylvia said with authority. 

“I kissed her goodnight,” I told Laura as I eased into the bed that night. We were facing each other but I was giving her plenty of room in the big bed.

“That was a nice thing for you to do,” she said, reaching for my hand. 

I had walked Sylvia home, taking her hand to guide her through the construction areas. We stepped off lively swinging our arms. “She was just having fun,” I said, referring to Laura’s attempt to embarrass Sylvia. 

“I know,” Sylvia said. “I was keeping up with her until she suggested I try playing the game.”

“It’s a dumb game as far as I’m concerned. She’s so smart. If she applied herself she could…..” 

Sylvia stopped me. “She’s applying herself. Did you see the books she wanted me to bring her? She’s learning about painting and construction. Don’t sell her short; she’s using this spare time well.” 

I laughed. “I know but the game is still dumb.”

“What do they say? Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it?”

It was then that I kissed Sylvia, catching her by surprise. “Mmmm, thank you,” she said, kissing me back and disappearing into her house.

“We’re lucky to have her as a neighbor,” Laura said, running her finger down the center of my hand.

“You need to apologize for making her embarrassed.”

“I was just teasing. Everyone likes to be teased, even you,” she said, tickling my hand.

“Maybe so, she was laughing about it,” I recalled.

“Come over here and kiss me goodnight.”

I could tell that she was getting drowsy. Carefully, I moved near her and encircled her back with my arm. She lifted her head for a long tender kiss. “That’s nice,” she whispered, lowering her head the pillow.

“This is nice,” she said as I gently held her for another minute.

As I moved to my side of the bed she held onto my hand. 

“Am I your picket fence?” 

There was no answer. She must be asleep, I thought, letting my mind wonder, thinking about the day ahead and the study date with Huley.

Sleep had nearly come when I felt Laura squeeze my hand.

{My thanks for the help and support. Can you name the game?} 



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 12



“Have you ever been in love?” Laura asked me. She knew I was awake, having purposely tickled my chin with her hair. It was Sunday morning, our day to relax and enjoy each other. 

“Yes,” I answered without stopping to think what I was saying. I stroked her hair and rubbed her back, thinking how good her tits felt on my stomach.

“I was in love once,” Laura continued without responding to my admission that I had been in love, was in love. “I had quit high school and was working in an all night truck stop. I had a social security card and everything. That was the only job I’ve ever had that deducted taxes and social security from my paycheck.”

Laura’s head lifted off my chest to look at me. She had a ‘can you imagine?’ look on her face.

“The truck stop was twenty miles from home and daddy didn’t like coming after me at one o’clock in the morning so I had to find my own way home. I got plenty of offers from boys and men to take me home and I knew what they were after. Fending them off got more and more difficult, they didn’t want to settle for a kiss and maybe a feel. I pissed so many guys off that there was talk about me liking girls.”

She peered up at me and grinned.

“One of the boys settled for a kiss. He came by almost every night in his truck. Sometimes he would have to wait for me to get off. His name was Harry and he was five years older than me. I began to depend on him for a ride. We would roar down the road in his truck and he would take me all the way to my house. Daddy could tell that the same boy was bringing me home every night by the sounds the engine made. He didn’t like it and neither did the neighbors because Harry would leave the engine running while we kissed. So, we stopped up the road. Harry would shut the engine down while we kissed and then I would get out and walk the rest of the way home.”

“Can you see where this is leading?” Laura had her head up again.

“I think so,” I answered.

“It took longer and longer to say goodnight. Harry said that he loved me and told me over and over how much he wanted me. I told him I loved him too. He was so patient and understanding with me. How could I not love him? One night I gave in, telling myself that Harry was the man for me. My initiation was less than satisfactory; those diesel cabs are not the best place to lose your cherry, believe me. Soon we were a couple and everyone knew that we were screwing, even daddy.”

“Laura, you don’t have to tell me this,” I said, running my hands over her back.

She did not answer me. Easing herself up, she kissed me, and then let her tits and the Korean trinket fall on my chest, continuing with her lips near my ear. 

“Harry suggested that I move out of the house. He said he would help me find a place to live and help with the rent. And, he did. He found a trailer just down the road from the truck stop and helped me move in although he never did help pay the rent. He couldn’t afford to, not with his wife and kid. They were depending on him too.”

I groaned, not wanting to listen to more. But Laura was determined for me to hear her out. 

“The rent was taking most of my pay and Harry wasn’t coming to the truck stop anymore. The regulars began to talk. I was falling behind with the rent. Now this is where I pause when I’m telling my story to the other girls in the early morning. This was a turning point in my life. I pause and let it sink in that I could have made a better decision.”

Laura’s voice became scratchy. I held her close and kissed her shoulder, having discovered something new about the female shoulder the night before. 

“One night this guy wanted to take me home. When I told him I could walk he said it was too dangerous for me to walk on the highway at one o’clock in the morning. When I said I did it every night he opened his wallet and pulled out several bills for me to see. I looked at him for a long time. He had not shaved in days and I was sure that he was dirty but when he grinned at me I thought of the rent being due. That’s all I could think of, the rent being due and daddy saying I could not come home. I wasn’t thinking about other options. That’s what I tell the girls in the early morning hours.”

Her cheek was pressed to mine but there were no tears, only silence. I wondered if the story was over. “This is the best feeling I’ve ever had. You make me feel safe. Kiss me on the shoulder again. That was the sweetest thing you’ve ever done,” Laura whispered.

I kissed her soft white shoulder, thinking of Huley’s tight brown shoulder that I had learned to appreciate the night before.

“I was lucky. I didn’t get cut or beat up all that year I lived and worked in that trailer. I got held up. The landlord raised the rent and the sheriff collected what he called protection money. I soon learned about business expense but I was making so much money that it didn’t matter. I quit the job at the truck stop because I could make so much more by staying in the trailer at night. When Karen knocked on the door I thought she was coming for my nineteenth birthday. Then I saw the suitcase and daddy’s truck pulling away from my door.

“This is where I pause to say that I made another poor decision. I didn’t want her to stay but what could I do? She knew what I was doing; daddy had made sure of that. Karen had been jilted by one of the home town boys. 

“When the landlord found out there were two of us he raised the rent again and it was not long before the sheriff came by. I told both of them that Karen was not tricking but they said they had heard differently. What could I do? I worked even harder and when Karen wanted to try it…..”

“Laura, please stop. This isn’t helping you and I’m not asking for you to tell me.”

Her head rose again. “It’s time you heard it. This is our second anniversary. What kind of number one would I be if I didn’t tell you everything?”

“You are my number one. That’s the best there is. Telling me everything is not going to make you better than my number one.”

“It’s taken two years to get this far; I’m not turning back now,” she said, moving her lips near my ear again. “Karen was eighteen and I was nineteen and we kept them coming and going. Word got around that the Stone sisters were rocking the trailer every night and some afternoons. Karen never really took to the business. One of our regular clients worked in a pharmacy and when he found out Karen performed better when she was high he brought her bottles and bottles of prescription drugs. This was another time when I failed to make a decision. She….got….so….. strung……she…… I…..I…… didn’t…..I….. didn’t know……”

“You’re going to have to stop. You’re getting too upset and it’s upsetting me,” I said, kissing her shoulder again.

“There’s not much more. Hear me out. I’ve told this story dozens of times and there’s never been anything like this happen. I don’t know why I can’t tell you. I told Nadine just the other night. Why can’t I tell it to you without breaking down?”

“Maybe it’s because you’re closer to me. Could that be it?”

“Yes, I think so. You mean more to me than anything. There’s not much more. Let me finish. The landlord kicked me out. I had enough for a bus ticket to Nashville where I worked on the streets until I could buy a ticket to Saint Louis. That’s when I made the decision to not let anything like that happen again. I worked and saved my money. Then two years ago everything changed. I wanted to do things with you. I wanted to be good to you.”

She took a long breath and I could tell she was winding down.

“Any complaints? Did you get your moneys worth?” I asked shamelessly as if she was paying me for my services.

She answered my question with a kiss, lingering just long enough for me to get excited. “See how good I can be? Do you know how much you affect my feelings? It made me jealous when you were with Lacy. I’ve never felt that way before. Does that explain anything to you?”

Laura put on the shirt that I had worn the night before. I wore the slacks. I made coffee while she called Sylvia to see if she wanted to come over for breakfast. 

“Restraint is the name of the new game, how’s that? I thought of it after you left last night,” Laura said the second Sylvia came through the door. All traces of melancholy seeming to have disappeared. I wondered if it was due to Sylvia’s presence or if it had been the act of purging the story from within, something she felt necessary to do and was glad to have it done with. 

“Perfect,” answered Sylvia, forcefully moving me away from the kitchen counter so she could take over the breakfast duties.

I congratulated Laura on her choice of a name for the new game, thinking secretly that I was looking forward to playing it with her.

They were both anxious to hear about my study date the night before. I related every detail of the event while we ate; stopping short of revealing to Laura that Huley’s father was Ollie Pettersen, the man who had put out a cigarette on her ass.

The house was at the very end of a cul-de-sac. The homes in the neighborhood were all expensive and well maintained but too large for the lots they were on. I parked at the end of the circular drive behind the Corvette and walked back to the front door, admiring the stucco and brickwork on the exterior. The shrill three note melody from the door chimes pulsated through my chest. 

“I’m here to see Huley,” I said to her near twin, holding up the one notebook and history text that I had brought.

“No you’re not,” the girl said, stepping onto the porch, making me take a step backward to prevent a collision, close enough for me to see that she was one year away from being an exact duplicate of Huley. I wanted to reach out and adjust the little calf of hair that had wandered from the herd atop her head. 

The stray hair was absorbing my attention. Detaching myself from the distraction I quickly took measurements: one year younger, one inch shorter, one cup size smaller, one inch less at the waist. Smile, I silently commanded, yes, the same saw tooth at the upper left of her smile. She was a near twin to Huley.

“Yes, I am.”

“Let me save you some major trouble, senor. En esta casa we know my sister only as Julita. Got it?”

I nodded, so infatuated with this young Huley that I had not heard her warning.

“I’m Petri,” the barefooted young lady held out her hand, then opened the thick paneled door and pushed me into the house.

“And this is the lady of the house, Mrs. Pettersen,” Petri introduced me to her mother. 

With two inch heals the woman was about the same height at Petri without shoes. Her hair was dark and her skin was darker than her daughters as were her eyes although I saw the same depth to them that fascinated me about Huley. 

“Welcome to our home Randy,” Rosita Pettersen extended her hand with a warm smile. She was a multi colored dress that mask all traces of a figure. 

Petri wondered out loud, “who studies on Saturday night?” before disappearing. Rosita and I stood in the entrance, having shifted our positions, she with the massive front door to her back, me with the stairway to the upstairs to my back, me trying to think of something appropriate to say, thinking, “your weight is not much greater than Huley’s, is it? Your lips are just as sensual as your daughters’, aren’t they? Do you know that your husband pays for sex?” 

I felt two small hands cover my eyes. “Guess who?” A voice said. She was standing on the first stair, above me, her arms resting on my shoulders. I felt her breath on the back of my head.

I took a chance, “I know it isn’t Huley because Petri said she doesn’t live here.”

Rosita laughed and Huley removed her hands from my eyes. I turned and looked up to see her dressed in a black jumpsuit showing bare shoulders and bare knees. She saw that I was looking at her hair.

“He’s always tucking my hair in place so I wore this,” she said to her mother while adjusting the black springy headband at the top of her head.

I looked behind me to see Rosita smile and nod. I shrugged.

“This way,” Huley said, taking my hand and leading me down a hall, past the dining room on the left, past the kitchen to the rear of the house, to what was obviously their family room. Couches lined two of the walls and large swivel chairs faced the television which monopolized one wall. The rear wall of the house was glass, covered by dark draperies that were partially open to the small back yard.

“You only brought the history?” Huley said, guiding me to one of the couches. I plunked down the text and notebook on the table in front of the couch and took a seat. 

“This is the only one I need help on,” I said. After spending Wednesday afternoon in the library I was really caught up but I wasn’t ready to admit that to Huley. 

“Didn’t you hear me say science was my best grade?” she seemed disappointed that I had not wanted help with the science course as she plopped down next to me. She was so damned cute. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her bare shoulders and long thin arms.

“You said science and history. This is the one I brought,” I said, holding up the history text.

Obviously perturbed, Huley pursed her lips in a pout and rested her arm on the back of the couch. “Where are you?”

Taking her question to mean how far we had gotten in the history course I thumbed through my notebook. “We have to do a paper on the fall of Rome,” I said. 

“I’ve got just the thing,” she said, bouncing off the couch and racing toward the door where she turned to me, “take off the silly coat,” she ordered and was gone. 

I stood up and took off the sport coat I had worn along with slacks and a white shirt with an open neck. Having worked that day with Jimmy I was doing some stretching exercises when she returned.

“This is the best thing I found,” she said, handing me a small soft-covered booklet entitled, The Fall of Rome. 

Huley leaned on my arm as I thumbed through the book. There were highlighted passages and notes in the margins.

“Looks like just the thing,” I said, smelling her close to me, feeling her next to me, making me senseless. Why? Why was I letting this woman affect me like this?

“You can take it, just bring it back,” she said. With her left hand she opened the cover to the book and looked up at me. 

“Is that your phone number?” I asked, turning my head back to her eyes. Next to her name at the upper corner of the inside cover a phone number appeared.

She nodded.

“Shall we get it out of the way?” I asked.

“Get what out of the way?”

“Our first kiss,” I said, thinking how cleaver the question had seemed, to me.

There was a hint of a smile on her lips. Was she amused at my blunt question? Or its absurdity? 

It became apparent the she was not going answer but she was still watching me, her head tilted, facing me and her eyes on mine.

I leaned down and kissed her right shoulder, the smooth tight skin felt warm against my lips. Huley pulled away and laughed. “Is that our first kiss?” she said. She was sitting a foot away from me now, facing me. The laugh had turned to a wide grin, disbelieving what she had witnessed.

I placed my arm on the back of the couch, above her head. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw what you were wearing,” I disclosed, searching her eyes for understanding.

“Don’t do that,” she barely whispered.

I did not move my hand. My thumb was touching her hair, having moved it back only slightly to expose her ear.

“Please, don’t do that,” she whispered again. 

“Why?” I asked, still touching her hair. She could have easily moved her head a few inches, out of my reach.

“Because……., because it………, because every time you do that….” She was moving toward me. “Because when you do that it…”

Her face was about a foot from mine. I slide my hand under her hair onto the back of her neck, feeling the long thin boney structure with her hair on the back of my hand.

“Because it makes me….,” little patches of air were escaping her nose. Eight inches separated us.

The ends of her hair were now tickling the back of my hand which I had lowered as she moved forward. 

“I get……, it gives me…..,” her lips were five inches from mine. Her eyes were inside me. She swallowed, moving every muscle in her long slender neck. I swallowed too.

Minimal pressure on her back brought her to me. Her lips, her arms, her upper body, her legs met mine and our pelvic regions even touched as we kissed, long and with expression.

I moved to the corner of the couch so I could hold Huley facing me with her legs spread out on the other two cushions. 

“What does it give you? What does my touching your hair do to you?”

“Oh, nothing really, I was just being melodramatic so we could get the first kiss behind us,” she said, still with the wicked gleam in her eyes. 

“You mean this doesn’t affect you?” I asked, touching her hair.

“Please don’t do that. It makes me….it gives me…..,” she said, grinning widely.

I kissed her shoulder again, this time with wet open lips.

“Mmmm, that was special. You should patent that,” she said, kissing me deeply and sighing. 

“Can I take your……oh….” Petri was at the entrance to the room. “Which subject is that? Is that history?”

Huley turned to look at her sister. “What is it Petri? Can’t you see that we’re busy?”

“Yeah, I can see. I need your car keys. I’ve got to pick up papa.”

“No way, take mom’s car.”

“She doesn’t have one, remember? Dad sold it.”

“Can’t he bring a car home?”

“He said no, he wanted you to pick him up but I told him you were busy studying so he said for me to come for him.”

“Well you can’t use the Vet,” Huley said. My right hand was on her back to support her as she turned to talk to Petri. I could feel it vibrate as she spoke.

“Fine, I’ll tell dad you’re too busy sticking your tongue down Randy’s throat,” Petri said, turning to exit the room.

“Wait!” Huley screamed, flying out of my arms and running after her sister.

“They’ll be back in twenty-five minutes,” she said, taking her place as before. “Ten minutes there, five minutes to double check the lot and ten minutes back. Let’s make the most of it.”

“What about you mother? Isn’t she still here?”

Huley pushed herself up and stared down at me, aghast. “Why Mr. Tucker, what do you take me for? Did you think I was suggesting we take our clothes off?”

“Not exactly, I just wondered if your mother was still here,” I managed to say.

“She’s probably in her room or the den. We don’t use the front room and she can’t come in here.”

“She can’t?” I asked, rearranging her hair with my left thumb.

“Don’t do that. You know what that does to me,” Huley said, bringing her lips to mine.

“What did you mean by making the most of the 25 minutes?” I asked.

“Twenty-five minutes is all we have. When papa gets here he’ll interrogate you and monopolize you and our time will be up. You’ll see.”

We made the best of the twenty-five minutes until I happened to hear the footsteps in the hall. It was a close call but when Ollie Pettersen entered the room we were discussing the various possibilities of what brought the Roman Empire down. Huley was playing with her hair. 

Except for the plaid sports jacket, I would not have taken Ollie Pettersen for a used car salesman. There were no green tinted sun glasses sticking out of her pocket and there was no sign that he smoked cigars. There were no gaudy suspenders. But a salesman, he was. 

He was engaging, inquisitive and polished. With the skill of a police detective he cross examined me. With the finesse a loan officer he questioned by past, my present and my future. 

I let him have the floor, answered his questions, and even called him sir, all the time steaming inside, thinking of what he had done to Laura. She had seen his dark side. I wondered how many others knew of it. He was certainly aware of it and so was I. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 12



“You want to turn the TV on dad? We’ll go to my room.”

“No you won’t young lady. You and Randy stay down here,” Ollie Pettersen gave his verdict. 

A pronounced blue vein was running from his forehead all the way down the side of his neck, causing a scene to flash across my mind: Ollie Petterson was lighting a cigarette, Laura having refused him to have her ass. He was drunk and the vein was almost popping.

“We’ve covered everything,” I said, reaching for my coat and my books.

“No,” Huley said, “don’t go.”

“Do you know where my place is Randy?” The vein in Ollie’s forehead had all but disappeared.

“Yes sir, that’s a good location, lots of traffic,” I answered. 

Huley stood up with me, conceding that it was time for me to leave, I suppose. Ollie had grilled me for over 30 minutes but it was not yet 10 P.M.

Just then Rosita Pettersen entered the room with a tray of sandwiches in her hands, followed closely by Petri. 

“You’re not leaving? Ollie likes a snack when he comes home,” Rosita said to me.

I looked at Huley, her face was expressionless.

“Randy, have a seat. Would you like wine or a beer?” Ollie Pettersen said, to which Huley pulled me down on the couch with her, laughing as we landed.

The tray was placed on the table in front of the couch where we had been sitting. Seeing the bottle of wine I said that would be fine. Petri set a wine glass down in front of me.

“Do you want wine?” Petri asked her sister. Huley nodded.

“Don’t get lipstick on the glass, I have to clean up tonight,” Petri said and then paused, “oh, I see you’re not wearing lipstick.”

Huley gave her sister a warning stare. Petri smiled at me and rubbed her lips, suggesting that I do the same. I grinned at her antics.

“I was just telling Randy that he should come down to the shop and give us an estimate. He’s a painter you know,” Ollie said to his wife.

He had not suggested such a thing. Huley and I looked at one another. She put a sandwich on a plate and pinched me when she placed the plate on my lap. 

“How do you paint and attend classes?” Rosita asked politely.

“He has some men working for him,” Ollie told his wife.

“It’s not quite like that,” I said embarrassed that I had given him the impression that it was totally my company.

“You must not have much time for a social life,” Petri observed. Huley glared at her but Petri smiled at me, wiping her lips with the back of her hand to the wrath of Huley. 

At 10:25 P M I shook hands with Ollie and Rosita, calling them Mr. and Mrs. Pettersen. Petri gave me an impish grin and I did my best to return it without drawing attention to the connection we had made.

“It’s chilly out here,” I said to Huley who insisted that she walk me to my car.

“He can really be an SOB,” she said of Ollie. I secretly agreed.

I put my arm around her as the night air penetrated her bare arms and kissed her shoulder again. “He’s just being protective.”

Huley laughed. “We made good use of the twenty-five minutes,” she said, leaning her head on my shoulder. 

I opened my car door and threw the books inside. “Give me twenty-six minutes and see what I can do,” I boasted.

“Twenty-six minutes won’t be nearly long enough,” she said, standing very near to me. We kissed and I sent her in, telling her that I could not keep her from getting chilled.

On the drive home I was seething. I had witnessed Mister Ollie Pettersen in action, burning mad. I would have to lighten up before I got home. Laura was not to know, not until I had imparted my Ollie revenge.

~*~

Laura and Sylvia were fascinated with my descriptions of Rosita and her two daughters. Petri, I had decided, had inherited some of her mother’s spirit while Huley was stuck with Ollie’s vindictive nature. I had heard outbursts from her on two occasions, once when she screamed at me for standing near her car and once in the cafeteria when the four boys at our table were making teenage cracks. But God was she sexy. I was anxious to have twenty-six minutes alone with her. 

“So that’s where you got the idea to kiss my shoulders this morning,” Laura proclaimed. “The boy is learning new ways to please a woman,” she said to Sylvia. “This morning he kissed my shoulders. I must admit, for such a trivial thing to do it makes you think, what’s he going to do next? At least that is how it affected me.” 

Sylvia was finishing the breakfast dishes and I was about ready to retire to the front room to study when Laura got the idea.

“Kiss Sylvia’s shoulder,” she said to me.

I looked Sylvia’s way. She was already turning red.

“Pull your blouse aside, let him kiss you,” Laura said to Sylvia who had turned to face the sink.

Then to me, “kiss her on the left shoulder, stand up there and unbutton two buttons, that’s all you need to do. Pull the blouse aside and kiss her left shoulder.”

Laura had a determined look on her face, the same look I had seen on Tess’ face when she was working to get me off in a hurry. Yet, she was animated, her eyes sparkling, fun seeking. 

“Sylvia, look at me, turn around.”

Exasperated, Laura banged her fist down on the table. “It’s NOT RESTRAINT damn it, it’s just a peck on the shoulder.”

Meekly, Sylvia turned to us. Laura looked up at her, smiling, nodding her approval. Sylvia fumbled with the first button as I rose to my feet.

Her eyes met mine as I took my place in front of her. She engaged the second button, opening her blouse to make the top of her bra visible.

I felt three taps on my right thigh and heard Laura say, “I want to look.”

Sylvia pulled the collar of her blouse to one side as I moved to give Laura a view. We recognized that two buttons would not be enough to uncover the shoulder. Sylvia reached for the third button without taking her eyes from mine. There was something about what I saw, was she submitting to me or to Laura? 

The third button did it. Sylvia exposed her left shoulder by sliding the blouse down with her right hand. Freckles dotted not only the shoulder but the areas above her white bra and down the valley between her breasts. Tentatively, I searched her eyes and she searched mine, patiently watching, holding the blouse open with calm expectation. Laura gazed up from her place at the table, also expectant.

As I leaned down to touch her shoulder with my lips I made a “Mmmm” sound. It was over in the blink of an eye. I straightened up and watched Sylvia release the blouse. Silently, we starred into each other’s eyes. Sylvia swallowed, not bothering to re-button the three buttons. 

I put my arms around her and drew her to me, feeling her cheek against mine and her arms around my neck. I was 21, she was 33 but she felt like an 18 year old in my arms that day.

{To be continued. Chapter 13 is ready for submission.} 

{It is my ambition to write better. Please help me improve by offering your feedback, comments, criticism, encouragement and votes.} 



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 13



On Monday there were eleven applicants for the two part time painting positions that I had advertised to fill. Huley sat next to me in the cafeteria as I spoke to the young men, one at a time. Some of them had experience, others did not. Some had their own transportation, others did not. Some looked strong enough to handle a heavy ladder, and some had to be eliminated from consideration for a variety of reasons. At the end of the lunch hour I had not made a selection. Neither Huley nor I had eaten lunch.

To anyone paying attention, we were a couple. That was probably the reason I had been unable to decide which of the young men to tell they had the job. With Huley brushing against me and touching me on the arms and looking into my eyes I couldn't concentrate on the task at hand.

I apologized for letting her sit there for an hour without eating as we walked toward our respective classrooms. I was starving but she did not seem to mind.

"You didn't call," she complained.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know when the best time would be," I said, touching her hair even though it was in place and looked perfect. We were already late for class.

"Don't do that. You know what it does to me," she said but didn't reach for my hand.

"I'll call tonight, what time is best?"

"Anytime before nine," she answered, taking my hand in hers and holding it.

"How long is this call likely to last?" I asked, thinking she wanted it to end before nine.

"Twenty-six minutes," she said, giving my arm a final touch as she dashed off to class. I watched her go, really noticing for the first time what she was wearing. The two small mounds in the front of the pink sweater had brushed against my arm a dozen times and short black skirt had been an extension to my pants for most of the hour we had spent together.

That afternoon I asked Jimmy if his wife could make a rug for Sylvia, saying that I wanted to do something for her because she was helping to take care of Laura and because the work on her addition was being held up. 

Jimmy put me to work putting a coat of primer on the window sills he had replaced. I was working at the back of the house; he and Davey were working on the front. We were scheduled to finish on Friday and go on to the next job on Saturday with the help of the two part timers I was going to hire.

I recognized the lady who came out the back door but not the giant male behind her. She was the short stocky madam that I had seen on my first visit to the brothel about two years before.

"Mr. Tucker, Tess wants you to bring these boxes to her," the lady said.

I got down from the ladder and took the box she handed me, saying I would be glad to bring them home. The tall man had another box and a case. He followed me to my car, remaining silent. I didn't say anything either until he spoke. As I slammed down the trunk lid he said, "How's Tess?" 

"She's doing well, I think. I'll find out tonight, she went for a checkup today," I answered, straining my neck to look up at his face. He was not old but the stooped shoulders and need of a haircut made him seem so. 

"Tell her Ralph was asking for her," he said, turning to look at how the fresh paint was being applied to the front of the house before returning to the back door.

Sylvia was there when I got home so I couldn't ask Laura who Ralph was or tell her he was asking about how she was doing. They had good news. Sylvia had taken Laura to see Doctor Torpid who had given a good report. 

"Where do you want this stuff?" I asked Laura.

"I don't know, the bedroom for now, I guess." Then to Sylvia, "It's records from one of my accounts. I'll work at the kitchen table until we get me a desk."

We decided to celebrate Laura's good report by having a glass of wine with our dinner. I thanked Sylvia for taking Laura for her checkup, adding that I would kiss her shoulder. When Sylvia made a motion toward her top button Laura spoke up, "show some restraint, you two."

It was nearly seven when we finished eating. As I sat down to study I picked up the book on the Fall of Rome that Huley had loaned me. "Do you have anything on this?" I asked Sylvia, showing her the book. She promised to bring me anything she could find in the small town library. At 8:30 I called Huley.

"I forgot to give you the notes, the ones on the guys you talked to about the job," Huley said as soon as she came to the phone.

"Oh yeah, I need them, I forgot their names already, you distracted me," I admitted.

"You distract me. I told mama what you said about getting our first kiss out of the way. She thought it was sweet that you kissed me on the shoulder first."

"Really, you told your mother about that? Didn't she think we were studying?"

"Hey, mama knows all. She knew what we were doing, she's cool with it."

"Cool," was all I could think of to say.

"I told her about that thing you do to my hair too. She says you've got to stop doing it in public."

"Your mother's saying for me to stop putting your hair in place, why?"

"Randy?"

"Yes?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"It makes me wet," Huley whispered.

"No. Is that what you told your mother? I don't believe it."

"That's why she says you've got to stop doing it."

"I don't believe you told your mother that."

"Ask her next time you see her. She's going to tell you to stop doing it to me."

"Huley?"

"Yes?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"When you were rubbing your leg against mine in the cafeteria today?"

"Yes?"

"It made me wet and my mother is going to tell you not to do it to me."

"Oh you, boys don't get wet. I'm going to tell mama what you said." she laughed.

"How about your dad? What did he say?"

I thought I knew the answer. I only asked for confirmation to my presumption. Huley went berserk, warning me to not even think of telling her father something of that nature. "Papa likes you, don't fuck it up by talking that way in front of him," she said, almost pleading. 

Before hanging up I agreed to take her to the football game our school was playing that Friday night.

In bed that night I told Laura about my telephone conversation with Huley, avoiding, of course, any mention of Ollie Pettersen.

"She gets wet when you play with her hair? That sounds promising," she commented. 

"She's probably exaggerating. I don't believe she said anything to her mother about it either. I think she talks that way to keep me stirred up. I told her she affected me the same way," I remarked. 

"Why do you think she's exaggerating? You affect me that way too. You keep me stirred up," Laura said, rising to kiss me on the shoulder, dragging her tits across my chest before settling back down. 

"All we did was kiss. I made sure we didn't get worked up because we were in their family room and her mother was in the house someplace. I didn't feel her up or use my tongue."

"You work me up by just kissing, no feeling and no tongue."

"Just wait till the three weeks have passed. I'm going to work you up real good."

"Oh yeah, Doctor Torpid said to remind you about that. No exercise for two more weeks," Laura's kidded me, adding, "I think she likes you because she could see that you're so protective of me."

"What's the stuff that lady sent to you and who's Ralph?"

"That's Mollie; you've heard me speak of her, haven't you?"

"Not really, we never talk about that stuff. I know she's the madam; I remembered her."

"Mollie's the dearest woman I've ever known. I met her in St. Louis over ten years ago. She's the one that encouraged me to save my money. We always stayed in touch. One time when I got into trouble in Tulsa she sent me money. I was in San Francisco when she sent for me. I was doing real well there but when she wrote that she had this house and needed me I got on the next bus. I've been here four years. That's longer that I ever stayed in one place before, partly because I wanted to be here when you came back but it's always been for Mollie too."

"I'm sure I would have remembered if you had told me something about Mollie before. How often would I hear about a madam being someone's best friend?"

"Best female friend. You're my best friend."

"Aw shucks sis, I know that," I ran my hands over her back and down to the waist band of her panties.

"Only two more weeks," she whispered.

"I'm counting the days. You didn't tell me who Ralph is?"

"I guess Ralph would be known as the bouncer in most houses or the towel boy. Ralph does a little bit of everything but the way Mollie has it set up we call him the knocker."

"Oh, he's the one that keeps track of the time," I said, remembering, "before the knock on the door."

"What's in those boxes Mollie sent you?"

"Those are the current records. I keep the books for her, Laura divulged. "She sent the portable typewriter too." 

I was taken back, never having thought about a brothel keeping records. Laura sensed my apprehension.

"We have to keep records for the stockholders. September was the end of the quarter. Mollie sent the typewriter for me to do the end of quarter reports."

"Do you know how to type?"

"Ha, I hunt and peck," she said.

"How did you learn bookkeeping? The same way, hunt and peck?"

"You might say it was hunt and peck. I took a correspondence course, and then Mr. Waite showed me how he wanted the reports set up."

"Mr. Waite? What's he got to do with it?"

Laura fell silent. She dragged her tits and the trinket across my chest again, kissing my right shoulder, then slowly rubbing her nipples against mine before settling the top of her head under my chin. "He's one of the four stockholders." 

I got up early on Tuesday morning to clear off the top of my desk. Laura came into the front room just as I placed the typewriter next to the two boxes of brothel records. She came to me still wearing only her panties.

"You're trying to make me insane aren't you?" I accused her.

"Yes, I want to make you crazed for me."

At lunchtime I made sure we went through the serving line before sitting down to go over the notes Huley had taken the day before. She had jotted down physical characteristics that made it easier for me to remember which ones were the best suited for the jobs. We narrowed the list to five.

"I thought we made a truce," I said.

"What truce?" Her lips were open enough for me to see two rows of even teeth, except the one saw shaped tooth at the corner of her mouth, the same corner that matched her sister's irregular tooth.

"I'm not to play with your hair and you're not to rub your leg against mine. But, you're doing it."

Huley gave me a startled look as if she was unaware that she was driving me crazy. 

"I'm sorry. It's just that I want us to be seen together. If people think we're a couple guys won't hit on me so much."

"Is that what motivates you to rub the back of my leg?" I asked, incredulous.

"Partly," she admitted.

"You want guys to think that we are a couple so they won't hit on you?"

"Partly," her eyes were fixed on mine, an amused look on her face.

"But we're not a couple?"

"We haven't been on a real date yet. How could we be a couple?"

"You have a point," I had to admit. "What's with the nightly phone calls?"

It was her turn to disbelieve. "That's what couples do!"

We were at the place where we parted to go to our respective classes. 

"Randy?"

I was ready to turn, not wanting to be late for class two days in a row. "Yes?"

"Is my hair out of place?"

I checked. Nothing was out of place. I shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I assured her.

"You can touch it if you want. I don't want you to think you can't."

"You can rub the back of my leg. I don't want you to think you can't," I mimicked her.

"Don't tell mama," she said, laughing as we parted.

That night, most of our twenty-six minute telephone conversation centered on how we could spend more time together.

"Can you deliver these envelopes for me tomorrow honey?" Laura asked when I finished the call with Huley. It was the first chance we had had to talk, Sylvia having just left.

"Sure," I said, placing the three envelopes in my schoolwork bag. "You know two of them but I have to tell you how to find the third."

I pulled the three envelopes back out and looked at the names typed on the outside of the envelope. Mollie I knew. Mr. Waite I knew. Chief Simmons I did not know. 

"I spoke to him and said you would be dropping off the envelope. Hand it to him personally, not to anyone else. No small talk, not even a how-do-you-do. If he's not there, bring the envelope back to me."

"Okay, I've got it," I assured her. 

"I'm sorry to put you in this position but there's no other way. Sending those envelopes through the mail is out of the question; they must be hand delivered." Laura said, with that same sisterly concern in her eyes that I saw so often.

"Who's the forth?" I asked. She wouldn't even look my way, declining to say.

By the time our telephone conversation ended that night Huley had me agree to us having three dates in a row. She had our weekend planned. We would drive to the Friday night football game and to a Saturday night party in separate cars. I was also invited to her house for a Petri's birthday party on Sunday. 

"We can leave the game early and make out in your car," Huley suggested.

"How early?"

"I don't know, half time maybe?"

"They have security guards check the parking lot," I told her, already disliking the plan. I had heard that the security guards loved to break up make out parties.

"Is that true? What do you suggest?"

I hesitated, wondering how she would react to the first thing that popped into my mind. "We could go to a hotel."

There was a long silence. I thought of several things to say but none of them seemed appropriate. She laughed, "I don't think so."

"Okay, it was just a thought. Where's the party?" I said, thinking I was changing the subject.

"Which hotel were you thinking of?" 

"Oh, the Marriott down town, I suppose."

"On no, that's no good, someone might recognize me."

"Let me give it some thought," I said, thinking how cool I was being to not press her. The next day I would suggest an out of the way motel and if she didn't accept that I would still have Friday to regroup.

"I wish life was not so complicated," Huley said as we ended the conversation.

Laura seemed nervous. I could tell she had something on her mind. I knew her well enough to know she would bring whatever it was up in due time.

"There are really only three stockowners," she admitted rather timidly after we had been in bed for several minutes. 

"Not four?" I asked. I wasn't curious anymore. Having found out that Mr. Waite was a silent partner had been astounding news. But I could see that she wanted to tell me.

"The chief's envelope is just a payoff. He doesn't own any stock. When a new chief takes over we'll try to make a deal with him. Chief Simmons will be out; he won't have stock to cash in. 

"Who's the third stockowner then?"

"Me." She spoke softly.

"What?" I didn't think I had heard her correctly. When she lifted herself up to look at me and said it again I almost jumped out of the bed.

"It's not like that. Harold and Mollie each owned 50 percent in the beginning. When I started doing the books they must have felt I knew too much. By giving me a small piece of the place it would keep me quiet in case there was an investigation. They gave me one percent the first year and two percent the second, third and forth years. I own seven percent of the business, on paper. I have four pieces of paper. Together they say I get seven percent of the profits but there are restrictions. It's not something I could sell. I couldn't even give it away. That's the reason it's not in the safety deposit box. I couldn't give it to you or anyone else. Do you understand?"

My mind was racing. A dozen questions came to me but none worth asking. She had answered the most important one. She had given up the last vestige of her being. There was nothing more personal she could tell me. I raised my head to kiss her on the forehead. 

"Yes, I understand. You've told me everything. You don't have to tell me anything else," I said.

"You've told me everything too, haven't you?"

When I didn't answer Laura lifted her head. "Haven't you?"

My heart was racing. I swallowed. She was still looking at me. 

"No, I haven't. But I will, please believe me, I will."

Laura kissed my right nipple. "I believe you," she said before placing her head on my chest.

I wondered what she was thinking. What it was that I was keeping secret from her? I couldn't tell her of my plans for revenge. I couldn't tell her that I loved her. "I will," I repeated to Laura and to myself.

"I want to have Nadine and Charles here on Saturday night or Sunday for a late lunch. Which is best for you?" Laura asked with renewed energy. 

"Shit," I said, "why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Why, don't tell me you have something planned with that girl?" Laura's voice reeked with disappointment.

"I'll talk to her tomorrow. She'll understand," I said with real doubt in my mind. 

"I'll call you at lunch time to say which is best," I said to Laura as I was leaving for class.

"Okay, make sure those envelopes get in the right hands," she said, sounding a little down.

Huley was not pleased with the change of plans at all but at least she didn't make a scene. She was society conscious, understanding the importance of putting one's best foot forward in public. 

We spoke to the five candidates for the part time painting jobs. I offered the job to two of the five, telling the other three that I would use them if things worked out. One of the unsuccessful candidates looked at Huley and asked, "What's she doing here?"

His attitude pissed me off. He still had a chance to make good money if one of the guys I had chosen didn't work out or if things went well and we needed more than the two that had been picked. He watched me cross his name off of the list.

Huley had seen me do it but I guess she thought he needed further explanation. "I'm his girlfriend," she disclosed as if that explained all he needed to know.

But her display was only for public consumption. By the time we separated to attend our respective classes she was saying that we would stay for the entire football game and if it was more important for me to stay home with my sister Saturday night she would go alone to the party. If I wanted to come to her house on Sunday I would be welcome. "Make sure you bring a nice gift for Petri," she told me as we parted. 

I called Laura to say we were on for Saturday night. She thanked me for calling but not with the enthusiasm that I had expected. I wished I could tell her the real reason I was pursuing the young vixen.

After school I rushed off to deliver the envelopes Laura had entrusted me with. Mr. Waite was his usual reserved self, politely accepting the envelope without making a comment. Chief Simmons took me into his office and asked me my name in a cautious manner that bordered nervousness. After taking the envelope and carefully running his finger along the edges he placed it in his desk drawer and looked at me, sternly. "If you get pulled over by any of my officers in this town you don't know me and I don't know you. Don't expect any favors."

"Yes sir," I said, understanding that what he had told me were statements, not questions.

Mollie answered the front door at the brothel with the same sour expression that I had seen the night I knocked on the door the first time I was there, two years before. "How's Tess?" She asked as she took the envelope. The door closed in my face as I assured her that Tess was fine. 

That night when I called Huley I planned to specifically ask her for suggestions as to what Petri would like for her birthday. But Huley would not come to the phone. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 13



"You don't need to bring a gift for Petri," Rosita Pettersen said when I asked her for suggestions.

"I think I do," I countered.

"Nonsense, don't let Julita lead you around by the nose Randy. Just bring yourself. Ollie likes you and I like you. We'll be pleased to have you."

After talking to Rosita I went back to my desk talking to myself. Not only did I have Huley pissed at me, Laura wasn't herself. 

Sylvia noticed that the telephone call had been shorter than usual. "What's the matter, girl friend trouble?" Sylvia teased me, plopping herself down in my lap. She watched as I thumbed through one of the three library books she had brought me.

"I don't understand women," I answered, giving myself a lot of credit for diagnosing the problem.

"Do you want to kiss my shoulder? Would that make it better?" Sylvia asked fingers ready at the first button. But when I said yes she chickened out. I slapped her on the butt as she retreated to the kitchen.

Huley was very attentive the next day as we had lunch together. Nothing was mentioned about her not taking my call the night before. She sat close to me and talked excitedly about the football game we were going to attend that night. She wanted to know exactly what time I planned to arrive and where I would park, saying that she would save me a space next to her if she got there first.

As we parted I touched her hair as a test, wanting to see if she was still mad at me. She smiled and came close for a quick kiss, saying, "You know what mama said about you doing that to me."

Jimmy and Davey were loading the ladders on the van when I got to the brothel. "It looks great, I wish I had a camera," I congratulated them on the job they had done.

"I can see the ad, 'let Jimmy paint your brothel,'" Davey quipped.

"Are we going to get paid cash for this job or do we have to take it out in trade?" Jimmy chimed in. 
"Cash," I assured him as I handed them their paychecks. I told them the names of the two college students that were going to help us the next day. We made arrangement to get an early start and give the new kids a good workout. 

Sylvia was delighted with the rug Jimmy's wife had woven for her. A giant elk was portrayed on most of the three by five foot surface. "This will go on the wall, not the floor," Sylvia proclaimed.

Laura gave me the once over as I told she and Sylvia goodbye. "What kind of shorts are you wearing?"

"Boxers."

"Good," she approved. "Are you prepared?"

"We're just going to a football game. I'm not even taking her home; she driving her own car," I said, explaining why there was no need to take condoms. But when I saw her cock her head and raise her eyebrows I went into my bedroom and put two rubbers in my jacket pocket. As an afterthought I stuck a third one in an inner pocket, laughing when it came to me that a dry cleaning worker would probably find it. 

As I went out the back door I heard Laura tell Sylvia how the red briefs she had selected for me had caused so many problems in the past.

We met in the school parking lot as planned although it was filling up quickly and Huley had not been able to save a spot for me, or hadn't tried. She hopped into the passenger's seat, throwing a large hand bag on the back seat and moving next to me. 

I was taking in how cute she looked when someone behind me honked their car horn. Her hair was bunched in a bundle behind her head, held in place by small black combs. She wore a black leather jacket over an emerald colored shirt with a wide collar, buttoned at the neck. The slacks were durable twill and met high-topped mountain boots, also black of course.

"Let's go," she said breathlessly as the horn from the car behind us sounded again, causing a chain reaction of honkers anxious to get a good seat before kickoff.

At the exit to the road I turned to the right because it was easier than bucking the on slot of cars entering the lot from the left, and, because there were three new motels not two miles away.

As I pulled into traffic I secretly thought, "thank you Laura for making me bring the condoms."

{To be continued. Comments and feedback are welcome. And, Cookie, this chapter was in edit when I read Do You Know?}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 14



The motel was new but the room was small. In addition to the bed, there was a television and a chair in front of a small desk, cluttered with menus from nearby restaurants. I hung our jackets in the closet and pulled out the chair for Huley to be seated. Kneeling, I unlaced the boots, and then removed the heavy wool socks. Her toenails were painted a shade of emerald to nearly match the shirt.

Huley leaned down for a kiss, beaming as I massaged her feet, spreading her long toes and tickling the soles of her feet. When I moved my hands to the back of her legs Huley placed her hands on my head and pushed herself up, wanting to stand.

With my left hand placed at the small of her back and the other one on her ass I ran my tongue along the inside of her upper lip, counting the perfect teeth until I felt the saw shaped tooth. Huley placed her tongue inside my upper lip and fluttered it, making me laugh and loose my balance.

Moving my left leg out to keep from falling I realized that her bare feet were on my shoes and her leg was moving along with mine. Becoming aroused, I wondered if Huley had noticed my growing cock. Of course she had. There was no clearance between our bodies and there was no place for my swelled cock to go.

"I hope you have protection," she said when we parted briefly.

"Yes," I mumbled, giving Laura and myself extra credit for my being prepared. 

"Good, because I don't know what's on television tonight and that's the last thing I want to do," she said, grinning as she stepped off of my shoes.

We silently reached an agreement. We had come to terms; neither of us cared what was on TV.

I extended my hand and touched her head just above her right ear where the blond hair had been combed back to make the bun at the back of her head.

"Please don't, not just yet," she said, catching my hand and moving it to the top button on her shirt. "Hang up my clothes, please."

She had dressed for the football game. The shirt was made of heavy material. She had to undo the top button. I fumbled with the others until one by one they opened to reveal a black bra and a flat tummy.

While I was placing the shirt on its hanger Huley opened the hand bag and withdrew a pair of black scuffs which she stepped into and a short black nightgown which she threw over her shoulder. 

I dropped to my knees to unbuckle her belt, looking into her eyes as I pulled the zipper down. She smiled as I lowered the pants, revealing a skimpy pair of black panties and perfect legs, long, brown and slim. But only for a second. With a short muss of my hair she was off to the bathroom, leaving me sprawled on the floor after a failed attempt to block her retreat. 

Not having the foresight to bring slippers, I stood barefoot, in the darkened room, wearing only my boxers, waiting for her to reappear. She closed the bathroom door, posing with only the glow from an outside lamp finding its way through a crack between the curtains silhouetting her profile.

She was so damned cute. The black fabric clinging to the curves of her brown body, moving with her as she came towards me and stopped near enough to grasp her scent, to clasp her warmth, to witness her extraordinary being, close enough to touch, yet, out of reach. 

"You're so damned cute."

"I wore it this way for you."

"Did mama see you go out the door?"

"Mama says you can touch it. Would you like to take the combs out?" Her voice rising and falling in the same way her breasts were pushing the lace bodice up and down in a halting way.

I reached for my breath, scooping it from a reserve well deep within. 

At arms length, I touched her cheek with my open hand, letting it linger there, feeling her head turn and her lips graze my wrist.

I swallowed and looked into her eyes to see that we were in perfect agreement. The contract had been written; removing the combs would consummate the signing. 

Huley remained still as I removed the five small black combs, releasing clumps of hair as I pulled them out one by one and dropped them on the desk, each one sounding like a crack of thunder bouncing from cloud to cloud. 

When all five combs had come to a stop on the desktop I ran my fingers through the fallen hair, making Huley whimper in delight and making me almost certain that she had not exaggerated her sensitivity to my attention. 

Withdrawing my hands I watched her zealously shake her head in an effort to make the ends unfurl and drop beyond her shoulders around her thin neck. 

I leaned to kiss her right shoulder to which she leapt forward to squash our bodies together. My arms encapsulated her rag doll frame, limply meshing with mine, feeling the thin garment move up as I carried her to the bed where we fell laughing, kissing, arranging our bodies under the covers.

We rolled and tussled in the dark room, becoming still, straining to look in one another's eyes, lying still, her weight upon me. 

I smoothed the short night gown to cover her ass and felt the soft underside of her foot gently alter the direction of the hairs on the back of my leg. I let her explore. Boldly, she slowly ran her small hand over my bare chest, moving the hair upward, and then raking her fingernails down to my belly.

My fingers spread to form a makeshift comb; I ran it from the back of her neck, downward through the underside of her mane, slowly and deliberately disentangling rolled up clumps lingering from the bun. She had worn her hair in the bun for me to dismantle. She obviously adored the attention. 

"Pull it, do that...you know what it... its okay... I want you to... don't pay attention to mama... yes... there... pull it," she begged, rolling her head to give my comb-shaped hand every advantage. 

"Do you have a brush? I would like to brush it," I said.

"No, I didn't bring one. Why didn't you tell me? We can do that in my room. We can have a science lesson. I'll tutor you and you can brush my hair." 

"Yes, we can do that," I said, rolling Huley onto her back, kissing her on the neck, the shoulder, moving my lips to the very top of her breasts that was showing above the thin material. 

Huley shifted her position, trying to give me better access to her tits. 

"Do you want to take it off?" she whispered.

"Not yet," I answered, already moving lower to between her legs, "you can do that when I go after the rubber." 

Angry at myself for leaving the condoms in my jacket I wanted to give her something to do while I dashed to the closet and fumbled with the package. Huley giggled, either from nervousness or at how I was choreographing our dance.

I was on my knees between her legs. Running my hands from her ankles, up the outside of her legs until I felt the nightgown I moved it up to confirm my suspicions. She was not wearing any panties. 

Starting over at her ankles, I ran my hands up the inside of her legs, half way up her inner thighs to which she made a number of short sucking sounds and spread her legs wider.

Her leg jerked when I kissed the inside thigh, half way between her knee and the v. 

"Sorry," she murmured tapping me on top of my head and moving her leg back to my lips. Arousal spilled into the air, smelling urgent.

Blindly moving my head closer to the source of the aroma, closer, closer, until my lips stumbled onto the early warning system, those thin blond antenna that announce to her pussy; "they're coming, his lips are near."

Her pelvis jumped forward, splashing my face with her wetness. The end of the nightgown came over my head, being held in place by her hands, accompanied by shrieks. Her enthusiasm altered my plans to bestow any more pleasure. There was nothing I could have done to heighten her emotional state. 

Prying her hands from my head I moved my wet lips up to her ear and whispered, "Would you like to fuck now?" 

Huley giggled and stroked my back with her hands. "I'm sorry; you don't know what that does to me."

"Your hair? Does it tickle?"

"That's not the half of it."

I got out of bed. She grabbed me by the arm.

"Randy?"

"Yes?" I asked, wondering what now?

"Are you going to get the condom?"

"Yes."

"Should I take off the nightgown while you go?" 

"Yes."

She still clutched my arm. I wondered if she was backing out or stalling.

"Randy?"

"Yes?"

"Take off your shorts."

"Okay."

She released me to make my way to the closet, slip my shorts down, find my jacket in the dark, find the two condoms, unwrap one and walk back to the bed, head down while rolling the condom onto my cock.

The nightgown hit me in the face. Huley giggled.

"You're a funny girl," I said between kisses, back between her legs.

"No, I'm not, I'm very serious," she laughed. She had found my cock and was moving it up and down her slit. 

"Randy?"

"Yes," I answered, feeling her place the tip of my cock where she wanted it.

"Be gentle, okay?"

"Okay, you be gentle with me."
 "Push, push just a little."

"How's that?"

"Push some more, more...that's it...more."

"How's that?" She didn't need to answer. I knew how it was. I was already drawing back and pushing forward, gently.

My wish from that first day in the parking school lot had been answered. Those long brown legs were wrapped around my waist and the girl with the blond hair and the Corvette was beneath me, thrashing wildly, asking in incoherent grunts for me to fuck her. I had Ollie's daughter where I wanted her and we were loving it.

Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open, then closed. Little drops of moisture were forming on her upper lip. She was working as hard as me, meeting my thrusts, making her small tits giggle.

She opened her eyes and when she saw that I was watching her, she smiled. I leaned down to kiss her and her arms came around my neck to hold me there. 

"Pull... My,,,,, hair," she whispered breathlessly, still holding my face close to hers.

I eased my elbows up so my hands could reach the top of her head and got a hand full of her thin blond hair.

"Ouch," she screamed, making me let go.

"More," she ordered. 

"Ahaah, I'm...I'm..." 

Her arms released my head and fell limp to the mattress. Her legs lessened their grip around my waist and she was no longer pushing upward. I stopped to and let my weight drop on Ollie's daughter.

She was gasping for air. I raised my chest so she could breath, regretting the absence of the feeling her tits had briefly given my chest. 

She smiled and placed her hand on my cheek. "You didn't come?" she asked as if she was unaware that my stiff cock was still lodged within her, pulsating like a steam engine stalled at the end of the track.

I made a move to pull out.

"Wait!" She shouted. "Wait just a minute. There must be something we can do about this. Wait, please." Her eyes searched mine.

I said okay and bided my time by taking her nipples between my lips and flicking them with my tongue.

"You like?" Huley said, her mouth open, showing her perfect teeth.

"I like." 

She was beginning to stir. She moved her legs out and brought them back until they were between mine, making my cock tingle. Seeing that I liked it she did it again, making me pick up my legs for hers to move under mine and spread wide, making me bore deeper within her.

"You like?"

"I like."

She folded her legs back and raised her pelvis, inviting me to fuck her some more. Slowly, I made every thrust count, changing the angle, listening to her requests. Huley was quite vocal but when I was ready to come she was still giving me directions as if she could go on and on. I couldn't hold on any longer.

I found a strand of her hair and tugged. "Oh, my fucker, fuck me!" She screamed. I tugged on the hair again and felt Huley shudder. I rammed into her twice more and watched her mouth, "Oh, you fucker," as her head rolled from side to side.

I discarded the used condom and cleaned us both up a bit, washing Huley's forehead and cheeks with a warm washcloth. 

"Come back to bed," she coaxed. 

Her body was warm and clammy and so was mine. We rested and giggled together about nonsensical things. 

"Did you mind what I called you?"

"What was that?"

"You know."

"No I don't know."

"I called you my fucker," she finally admitted, running her thumbnail across my chest.

"I didn't mind. I like to hear you talk that way sometimes."

"Randy?"

"Yes?"

"What can I call you? Other than Randy, is there something that would you like to be called? "

"I don't know, let me think of something," I answered, stalling, not wanting to hear her using any of the endearing names Laura called me.

"Until you think of something I'll call you my fucker," she said without any hint of humor in her voice.

"What made you change your mind about leaving the game early?"

Huley jumped away from me, searching my face for any telltale expression. "This is what couples do."

It was nearly 10 PM. The game would end about 11 which meant Huley would be expected to be home by 11:30 unless we thought of an excuse for her being out later.

She settled back into my arms.

"Are we a couple?" I asked, sending her away from me again.

"I hope so. What do you take me for? I don't put combs in my hair and let just anyone take them out."

"I guess that makes us a couple then, now that we've done the hair thing," I said, pulling her to me.

"Do you really think I'm cute?"

"That's what I said. You are damn cute."

"What's cute about me?"

"You have cute tits," I said, pinching each nipple.

"How did you know they were cute? You hadn't seen them yet when you said I was damn cute."

"You have cute hair," I said, running my hand over her cunt, grazing the thin hair.

Huley jumped. "My FUCKER don't do that unless you mean it," she squealed.

"I mean it," I said, not really understanding what she meant.

"Wait right here, I'll get it," she said, pushing me back on my pillow and dashing across the room to the closet.

"This is the only one," she said as she jumped back into bed and falling on me. 

She handed me the condom and reached for my cock which was not fully hard but well on its way after the near contact with her pussy. I removed the rubber from its package.

"Do that some more," Huley said, moving my hand to her cunt. 

"You have cute tits," I said, making the nipples bulge out with little flicks from my tongue. "And a cute pussy," sending shudders through her with my thumb ruffling the soft thin hair. 

"Can I put it on?" she asked, taking the rubber out of my hand.

"Can you?"

"I meant may I. You'll have to stop that so I can concentrate. Let's see if I can do it."

She pushed me back and reached for my cock. After several excruciating minutes she rolled the rubber down my shaft and gave it a final tug.

"Now, you can get me wet. Play with my hair, my fucker." 

She straddled my legs as I stuck my middle finger between her lips and rolled my thumb around her clit. She was wet in seconds, begging me to stop. "No, do it some more. No stop. No stop. Stop stopping. Do it some more. Stop. Please stop."

"You're making me harder," I laughed as I watched her find just the right angle and slowly take me inside her. 

"Tell me we are a couple, my fucker," she said in a hoarse hushed tone like a crazed woman as she picked up speed and came slamming down upon me. 

"Say couple, my fucker. Say couple," her cunt jerking all sense from my cock, making me unable to answer.

I groaned my approval and stuck my hands under her ass cheeks to help her lift. But she didn't need help lifting. I squeezed her butt.

"Say couple my fucker, say it!" Her breathing was becoming ragged but her bounce was in stride. 

"Couple," I managed to mumble, knowing I could come any time, hoping it would be soon. 

"Can you say couple?" Her voice was faint but determined, still bouncing but slowing. 

"Couple," I said, placing my hand where it would graze her clit on each downward bounce.

"Aaaah, can you...?"

"YES," I shouted, discharging the goop that had been making my balls cry for release and feeling Huley's tits on my chest and her cheek next to mine. 

I felt her heart beat fast, her pulse matching mine, winding down from the exercise and our excited state. 

"Are you my fucker?"

"Yes, I am," I said patting both cheeks of her ass as she rearranged her position to lie flat against me. We were still attached but my cock was about ready to spring free of its confinement.

"Randy?"

"Yes?"

"Is there anything you don't like about me? Is there something I need to change?"

"Tess, Tess, Tess," I said, patting her on the butt again making smacking sounds.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"What you said? Tess, Tess, Tess."

"Oh, that's my way of saying, 'don't be silly,' there is nothing you need to change," I answered, slapping her butt with more force.

"Ouch," she laughed.

"Tess," I repeated, slapping her again. "That's what I'm going to call you, Tess."

"You'll be my fucker and I'll be your Tess," she said as my cock bounced free.

I combed her hair and together we rolled it into a bun with the five combs holding it to the back of her head. The school parking lot was almost empty when we stopped there to get Huley's car.

I got a rundown on the game from some guys having a beer in the parking lot and excused myself when we saw the Corvette drive by. I had told Huley that I would see that she got home okay.

She stopped a few blocks away from her house and I pulled up behind her. We got out of our cars for a goodnight kiss.

"We were on the short end of lop sided score, 34 to 17. One of our guys got hurt in the first half. He's a second stringer so you won't be expected to know his name. An ambulance took him to the hospital."

"Why are you telling me this? You're wasting time, we could be kissing," Huley complained.

"So you'll know in case your dad asks about the game," I said, wondering how she could miss my intentions. 

"Oh, that's sweet of you."

"You don't know much about football, do you?"

"I guess not."

"That's good you won't be expected to say much about the game."

"Randy, my sweet fucker?"

"Yes?"

"Was I okay? Did you like it?"

"You've got to be kidding. It was great," I said making our last kiss of the night special.

During the thirty-minute ride home I wrestled with my conscience. I had achieved my goal; I had fucked Ollie's daughter. Why wasn't I proud of myself? Why hadn't I asked Huley if she liked what we had done? Was it all about me? I told myself that it was because I knew the answer. Still, it would have been the polite thing to do. She will catch you on it, I chided myself. 

Why was being a couple so important to her? There were lots of better looking guys around the school. Some had money. Why was she so hung up on latching on to me? Why was she always doing the, "You know what that does to me," thing? Why was I letting her get by with slotting us as a couple? 

I'll ask her what she wants to hear, I thought. I'll say, "Tess, I'm happy to be your fucker. I'm glad we are a couple. Was I okay? Did you like it?" 

That's better, I thought. I'm scheming; I'm planning my next move. Why wasn't I proud of my accomplishment? Why didn't I like myself?

I slept in my own room that night. When I awoke on Saturday morning I felt Laura's arm around me. Easing out of bed I heard her say, "Aren't you going to thank me?"

I whorled around, seeing her watching me, I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "I owe you big," I said, kissing her again.

Jimmy and I left Davey in charge of the two part timers while we went to give estimates to prospective customers and to buy a new ladder. He was in a jovial mood, for Jimmy. I don't know what had gotten into him but I was on top of the world after my date with Huley in the motel room. We did five estimates in a short time and received two deposits for jobs that morning. A third homeowner was leaning toward giving us a contract until I told him we would be lucky to finish painting his house before Christmas.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 14



Jimmy was ecstatic with the results of our morning's work. "I used to spend most of my time looking for work and the rest of it trying to get paid. I should have hooked up with you a long time ago," Jimmy applauded my efforts to hold up my end of our partnership.

The two part timers from the college, Ken and Paul, worked out well enough for us to invite them back the following Saturday. By the end of the day the house was ready to accept two coats of paint and the owner was impressed by our work ethic. 

Laura had given me a list of items she needed from the grocery store for the dinner she had planned for that evening. As I looked through the front window with trepidation, my prayers were answered. Lacy was not to be seen at either of the cash registers.

But by the time I filled the basket she was there, apparently having been on break. I could not avoid her; I entered her line, attempting to smile.

"How are you going to cook this roast?" She opened the conversation, a wry smile on her lips. 

"I don't know. That's up to Laura, she has some people coming," I answered truthfully.

"How have you been?" she asked eyes wide, seemingly interested.

"Good. Busy, but good," I said. "How about you?"

"I've been meaning to talk to you about something. Can I call you later?" The way she shifted her head I saw that she was reluctant to tell me what it was about with customers in line behind me.

"Sure Lacy. Call me anytime."

I stuffed my groceries into bags and left, winking at Lacy on the way out of the store. The smile she returned looked genuine.

Laura had invited Sylvia to join us but she declined, reminding us that we only had four chairs.

Laura and Nadine joked and carried on like old friends. They had talked every day for the past two weeks, in the hospital and afterwards when they had been released. 

Charles and I had trouble finding common ground until we went outside to inspect the construction project that had been halted because of the painting jobs we had assumed. With a beer in hand Charles looked over what we had started and gave me an appraisal as to how best to proceed. He seemed interested in my business arrangement with Jimmy Crew.

Through dinner we joked and told stories, avoiding any mention of the women's common bond. Laura was a prostitute and Nadine was a graduate of the profession. She and Charles were obviously devoted to one another. I wondered if Laura envied Nadine's escape from her past.

Laura showed off what she had been learning about painting and construction, asking Charles questions about how to select the best species of wood for the job and how to compute the placement of floor joists based on projected weight loads. Her questions astounded me and it appeared that Charles was impressed, leaving Nadine and I looking at one another, shaking our heads.

It was nice to watch Laura have fun. After two weeks of being away from the brothel and daily talks with Nadine she was a new person, relaxed and carefree. I could not help wonder how it would be if she was able to quit the brothel and its demands. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. But she was thinking of no such thing. In bed that night she complained of being bored.

"Only eight more days," she said, coming to rest on my chest, her tits boring into me, her hair tickling my chin. I misunderstood.

"You're counting the days too," I said, my fingers playing with the small of her back.

"Next Monday Sylvia will take me for my weekly checkup. Doctor Torpid will give me the okay to resume exercising. That night we're going to play Restraint until you want to stop. I'll even let you win a game or two. The next morning you'll drop me off on your way to school. Okay sweetie?" She lifted her head to see my expression.

I was flabbergasted. Naturally I had expected the day would come when she would go back to work at the brothel but now it was upon us. What astounded me was that she seemed anxious to go. 

"Does it have to be so soon?" I said downheartedly.

"It's what I do. You know that. Besides, I'm bored. I like sleeping with you every night and talking to Nadine on the telephone but the rest of the time I'm bored."

"You're not supposed to be doing things right now," I pleaded feebly.

"I'm tired of watching TV. I answer the telephone when it rings and take messages for you. Today I looked at your painting records. We need to talk about them tomorrow."

"I know I've been letting them go. Hey, that's something you could do. You could take over the painting books."

"We'll talk about that tomorrow. What did Lacy have to say? Did you tell her we have to play Restraint before you can teach it to her?"

I had taken the call from Lacy while Charles and Nadine had been there, much to the chagrin of Laura. The conversation had been short. The game of Restraint had not risen.

"You won't believe this. Lacy has a boyfriend."

"Really, how long has it been since she was fucking you, two weeks? Why did she think she had to tell you?"

"It's a guy who just got out of the service, Eric something. They had something going a long time ago. She wanted to know if we could give him a job."

"Doing what? Is he a painter?"

"Not really. He has no experience. That's why her sister's husband wouldn't give him a job. I told her I would meet this guy, Eric."

"Aren't you sweet? We've got a lot to talk about in the morning. I want to hear about Huley and the football game. Let's go to sleep now. Let's dream of playing Restraint." Laura said, moving up to kiss me goodnight.

Always obey your sister. I dreamed of playing Restraint with Laura and with Huley. I even dreamed of playing Restraint with Rosita Pettersen. 

{My thanks for the editing help and for the suggestions I've received. Your continued feedback and comments are sought.}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 15



{Real names have been changed; fictitious names have not.} 

After nearly two weeks we were getting used to living with one another and sleeping together without having sex. Even after I came home from my motel date with Huley and decided to sleep in my own bed Laura joined me sometime during the night. She must have heard the shower running and known that I was washing Huley's scent down the drain.

On Saturday night she kissed me good night and said we should dream of playing Restraint as soon as the doctor gave us the OK. I told her I was counting the days, eight to be exact.

But while I was counting the days until we could have sex together again I was no longer looking forward to the day with excitement. Laura had told me she was going to give me a night to remember, after which she would go back to the brothel; back to that dark life that I had started to abhor. 

What was hard for me to understand was her mention of boredom. Was it me? Was I boring? During the two weeks she had been at home I had spent as much time with Laura as I could spare. Was that boring to her? I had even cancelled a Saturday night date with Huley to help Laura entertain her new friend, Nadine, a former whore who had opted for the picket fence. 

Each time I dropped her off at the end of the street it was becoming harder to let her go. Each time we parted I could see the pain in her eyes, the same pain I felt as I watched her tread along the street to the house that stood alone half way down the block. She would not turn until she reached the door, and then only briefly, to wave as if she was going to her nine to five job and would be home for supper.

"We have a lot to discuss this morning," Laura said as she came to me in the kitchen where I was making pancakes for breakfast. 

"Good morning to you too," I said, still in the melancholy mood that had been with me since she announced that she was going back to work in eight days. 

"What's gotten into you?" she asked, giving me a peck on the cheek and then on the lips. She was brushing her hair, wearing a sweatshirt over panties.

"Go put on some socks," I ordered in a gruff tone. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Am I such a drain? Do I bore you?"

"Oh, I see. It's because I'm going back to work in a few days. No, you're not a drain and it's not you that's made me bored. It's me," she said, peering up at me with that same sad concern that I knew so well.

"I am a drain. You're supporting me. I don't like it that I'm taking from you," I insisted.

Without a word Laura reached around me to turn off the burner and take my hands. Backing toward the bedroom she led me, eyes blazing with loving apprehension. At the bed she undressed me and shoved me backwards. Shedding the sweatshirt, she crawled on top of me. "Now tell me. What's really bothering you? You're not draining me and you're certainly not boring. What is it?"

I could feel her tits on my chest and her face next to mine. I kissed her shoulder. "It's getting harder and harder to say goodbye, to watch you walk from the corner to the brothel. I want you all to myself," I said, my voice strained and tears welling in my eyes.

Laura laughed. "Don't get mushy on me, not now. You've known all along how it is with us. You have me, I'm yours. Nothing else matters."

"Bull shit!" I couldn't help the outburst. She was acting like nothing had changed, like I was not supposed to care what she did with hundreds of guys, like I didn't care as long as she fattened our joint checking account so I could have a good time.

"Bull shit what? Don't you believe me? You're the only thing that matters to me. What else do I have to do to make you understand? Haven't I told you everything? Haven't I done everything to prove to you that......," she began to cry. Her shoulders quivered in my arms and I could feel her damp cheek next to mine.

"Ah shit, now I've upset you," I said, holding her, feeling like crap.

"What else must I say to make you understand? I've told you everything," she repeated.

"There's one thing you haven't told me."

Laura raised her head. Through teary eyes she shook her head and put a finger over my lips. She smiled sadly, pressing her finger to my lips. 

I smiled back, somehow knowing that this was not the day to express our true feelings. I sucked her finger into my mouth and circled it with my tongue. She smiled and brought her moist cheek down next to mine. Nothing had been settled. Although I was still upset I was feeling better.

Soothing my feelings was only Laura's first order of business. As she had said, we had a lot to talk about. 

My pancakes ruined, we had cereal for breakfast and Laura told me what was on her mind. She wanted me to call Jimmy and have him come by for a meeting. While I did the breakfast dishes she got dressed. When she came out of the bedroom she was wearing a simple light blue housedress and white shoes, neither of which I had seen before. She had even put some makeup on, something I had not seen her do for a long time.

"You look cute." I said, staring. "Is that a bra you have on?"

"Sylvia picked out the dress, you might know, she favors blue. And while she was in the shop she called me to get my shoe size. She remembered that I admired the shoes the nurses were wearing," she turned to show how well the dress fit, the shoes soles squeaking on the floor.

"It fit's," Sylvia exclaimed as she came through the back door. She was carrying a pastry box under her arm.

"I was just telling Randy that you picked out the dress. He said he could tell you had something to do with it because it was blue," Laura said to Sylvia.

I made coffee without commenting, not wanting to dispute Laura, knowing that she was having fun with me and Sylvia.

We were just sitting down to have pastry and coffee when Jimmy knocked on the door. Sylvia jumped up, preparing to leave.

But Laura put up her hand. "Stay, this concerns you," she said to the confused Sylvia.

First, Laura outlined the points that she wanted to discuss, the status of our business and its future.

"I've been looking at your books," she began as she handed Jimmy and I copies of reports entitled, 'Income and expenses,' which she had to explain to us because there were terms that I had not seen before. 

She went on to congratulate us on the way the partnership was going, considering how much profit we were accruing and the amount of work we had ahead. Then she dropped the hammer.

"You're in the painting business, not construction," she said, leveling her eyes on me, then Jimmy. We both nodded.

"I told you this concerned you," Laura said to Sylvia.

She went on to say that she was proposing that we hire Charles to finish the two additions and we would give him help as we could. Jimmy was in full agreement, saying that he preferred painting. I went along, saying that I was sure that Charles would do a good job. Sylvia was ecstatic that her addition was finally going to be completed.

Later, after Jimmy was gone, Laura told me that Nadine had divulged to her that Charles was out of work and he was having trouble getting jobs. "I told her that was Jimmy's problem and that you had taken over the responsibility of keeping him and Davey busy," 

"You're not suggesting that I take on the responsibility of keeping Charles busy?"

Laura smiled that sisterly knowing way that I had come to expect. "Let's see how things work out with the additions," she said to Sylvia and me.

I kissed them both goodbye, saying that I was already late and hadn't bought a gift for Petri yet. Laura pinched my midsection. I was sure that Sylvia had opened her mouth slightly and kissed me back.

Two things struck me about the cars parked on the circular drive at the Pettersen home. They all had an 'Ollie's Auto' label on the rear bumper. Except for Huley's Corvette they were large four-door sedans.

"You didn't call," Huley said, stepping onto the porch before I could ring the doorbell. She was wearing a white party dress and white sandals. The dress had a bow in the back and ruffled sleeves. Her hair was piled back in a bun, the five small black combs holding it in place. She came close for a kiss.

"When was I supposed to call?" I asked, becoming defensive before we even got inside. 

"You could have called last night. Or couldn't you tear yourself away from your sister's company?"

"You weren't home. Didn't you have a party to go to?"

"I didn't go. I stayed home and waited for you to call." 

"How come you didn't go? I thought you were looking forward to going?"

Huley released the hold her arms had around my neck and stepped back, aghast, "that's what couples do. When one has to stay home with his sister the other one, me, stays home and waits for him to call," she said mischievously.

Petri came out and broke us up, taking my gift and thanking me with a dramatic kiss. She was dressed the same as Huley, except for her hair which hung loosely at her shoulders.

"What did you get her?" Huley wanted to know as we entered the house.

"It's just something I picked up in the drugstore," I said as she led me down the hall, toward the noise.

"Remember to call me Julita," Huley whispered to me as we approached the kitchen on the left and the family room on the right where most of the noise was coming from.

"Can't I call you Tess?"

Stopping in her tracks, Huley stuck her fist in my chest. "If I can call you my fucker," she said, grinning. 

"Randy," we heard Rosita call from the kitchen, "come meet Aunt Clarisa."

"Mom," Huley complained as we stepped into the kitchen, "I get to introduce him; he's my boyfriend."

"Can't I introduce him just this once? He's my boyfriend too, aren't you Randy?" Rosita said, coming to me and patting my shoulder. 

From the look in her eyes I thought she was going to kiss me but instead she took my arm and turned me to face the blond. 

They both talked at once, saying that aunt Clarisa was Ollie's sister, dad's sister, Ollie's younger sister, dad's younger sister, the sibling that inherited the looks in the family.

Aunt Clarisa was wearing an apron over a white blouse that buttoned to the throat and a red skirt. I did not dare check below the skirt to see if my suspicions were correct, black shiny shoes with high heels and dark silk stockings with a perfect seam running up the back. We stood not three feet apart at eye level; hers were blue with a hint of freckles along her hairline. Huley released my arm long enough for us to shake hands. She smiled and said I know not what, too busy drinking in the way her left cheek dimpled while the right side puffed out.

Huley's grasp on my arm reminded me to close my mouth and let her drag me from the room, knowing that I would wonder for the rest of the day if I had said anything and if so what I had said. Knowing that I would dream of the woman, undress her to find sparsely spaced freckles on her shoulders and more freckles on her perfectly shaped tits than I could count in the thirty minutes I wanted desperately to spend alone with her. But I was dreaming.

Even as I let Huley lead me to the room full of people, I was dreaming, awakening when I heard Huley complain again, "Dad, I get to introduce him, he's my boyfriend."

Ollie was taking my jacket and slapping me on the back like I had just paid full price for one of his jalopies. Ollie paid no attention to Huley. 

First, I met his mother, Julita's grandmother. Mrs. Pettersen resembled Ollie more than Clarisa. Her light hair was more gray than blond and her face had more frown lines than wrinkles made by smiles. Not bothering to switch her drink from her right hand, she presented her pink tinted left hand with a gigantic diamond on her ring finger. 

Fortunately, I did not inquire about the man who had given her the ring. As I found out later, Mr. Pettersen had moved three states away soon after he had presented the ring in a failed attempt to reconcile.

Next was Uncle Phil, Ollie's brother. "If you need tires, Dunstand's is the place to go," Ollie was saying as the man with dark slicked down hair rose to take my hand. "Randy's in the painting business. He owes me an estimate to paint my shop, don't you Randy?"

I may have said something, I don't know. I was too stunned, thinking, how did this overweight tire man get the magnificent specimen in the kitchen to marry him? Huley's tug at my arm brought me out of my spell. 

She pulled me past Petri and a young lad in a red coat to a couple seated on the other side of the room. Huley shoved me toward them, her hands on my back, stopping two feet in front of the couch. She peeked around my side, "Grandmother Hernandez, this is Randy."

The woman's aura captured my being. Both of her hands reached for mine and I was so captivated by her, by the irresistible twinkle in her eyes, by the serene smile and by the feel her hands gave me that I placed my left hand on hers to pat the soft loose skin and returned her gaze. 

Huley owed her beauty to Maria Hernandez. The woman exuded a splendor that I yearned to know. Her pale skin was parched from the Arizona sun and the hair, long blond braids joined at the top of her head, had lost some of its luster but the woman was alive.

"Nana Maria, you're going to have to let Randy go. He hasn't met Papa Raff," Huley said. I felt her hip press against me in an effort to move me sideways.

"Nana's going to take your boyfriend," we heard Petri say, to which I felt a desperate push from Huley's hip, knowing that she had turned to her sister with a warning salvo at the same time.

Raphael Hernandez was just as affable as his wife although there was a reserved manner about him. He stood to shake my hand, showing a sparkle in his dark eyes and a set of stained teeth. His hair and mustache were almost black and his skin was dark and cracked.

"What would you like to drink?" Ollie was directly behind me but he sounded like he was announcing a reduction in the price of the Chevy that had been parked at the end of his lot for over two weeks. I turned and ask for a beer.

"Wait, he hasn't met Jerry," Petri announced from the side. It was true; Huley had stirred me past the young man in the red jacket. I turned and strode towards him as he stood. He was taller than me and he towered above Petri who stood with us. As I learned, Jerry was a neighbor and a member of the same high school class as Petri. 

"Did you see Jake Trainer get hurt the other night? I heard it was pretty gruesome," Jerry asked.

"Yes it was," I answered. "Do you know him? Have you heard how he's getting along?"

"He's from our high school but no one seems to know."

"Was that Jake Trainer that got hurt?" Huley asked and I thought, aw shit.

"Didn't you go to the game?" Petri questioned her sister.

Huley looked like she had just choked on something. She gulped and looked at me, "you didn't tell me his name," as if it was my fault that she had opened her mouth.

"She wasn't paying attention," I said, trying to intercede before Huley gave away that we had not been at the game.

"What were you doing Huley?" Petri continued to pester her sister. "When dad asked her about the game she kept saying the score. She didn't say that Jake Trainer got hurt."

Huley grabbed my hand, "come on let's go up to my room."

She was dragging me toward the door when Ollie wanted to know where we were going.

"I'm going to change clothes," Huley said. "I can't stand this dress any longer.
 "You don't need Randy for that," Ollie's voice was under control but firm.

"Yes I do, he's going to brush my hair," Huley argued.

Ollie showed us the blue vein again. "Brush your own hair," he said through clenched teeth, making Huley jump behind me as if she was using me as a shield against whatever action her father was about to take.

"What's this about?" It was Rosita. She was carrying a large bowl of salad. Clarisa was behind her, her hands full of rolls, butter and a tray of munchies. Indeed, her high healed shoes were shinny black and the seams at the back of her black stocking were perfectly straight.

"I'm going to change clothes and am taking Randy because we need to talk about something," Huley spoke up, addressing Rosita.

"She's going to change her clothes. She doesn't need him for that," Ollie also spoke directly to Rosita, his level of agitation having lessened.

"I told you," Huley was almost shouting, "we need to talk about something."

"It's Jake Trainer," we heard Petri say rather loudly, making us turn, silencing the room. "They need to talk," she said more quietly.

"We're eating in fifteen minutes, be back here, don't make us call you," Rosita said to Huley, and then turning to her husband for a two second stare before pushing past him to find the right spot on the table to place the salad. 

Seeing Huley tug on my arm and seeing me look for a place to set my empty beer bottle, Ollie took it from me. He did not return my smile.

With me in tow Huley didn't stop running until the door was closed behind us. "Fifteen minutes," she said jumping into my arms and squashing her lips to mine. Then she was gone. 

The dress was being lifted over her head as she walked to the closet at the far side of the room. She shook it out, placed it on a hanger and hung the dress in the closet before turning to me. Kicking off the sandals she did a deep knee bend to place them in the bottom of the closet. 

The contrast between the white bra, panties and lace stockings against her brown skin captivated my eyes. I had not looked around her bedroom. Catching me watch her Huley grinned.

"You like?" She asked, spreading her legs before turning to reach for denim cutoffs which she stepped into, sticking her tongue out at me. 

I was standing next to a brass bed with a colorful spread that contained shades of the light green shag carpet. The walls were covered with posters and pictures, some framed, other not. Her dressing table was white. Next to a small desk at the other side of the room was a door to the bathroom. From a drawer in her closet Huley took a T-shirt which she tossed on the bed as she came back to me. 

"I'll wait to put it on until we have to go downstairs," she said, her arms around my neck again. "Should I wear the stockings or take them off? They really don't go with denim, do they?"

"I think they do. I like them," I answered. "Which shoes will you wear?"

"It doesn't matter. I'll put the sandals back on. It doesn't matter."

My sentiments exactly. The white bra was pressed against my chest. I agreed with her. "It doesn't matter."

"Take down my hair," she said, moving to the dressing table.

She watched me closely in the mirror as I removed the combs and dropped them on the table in front of her. I watched her facial expressions as the hair fell to her shoulders. 

"You can take off the bra if you want," her eyebrows raised, questioning my desire. "But we can't fool around," she said, making me laugh as I watched her shake her head innocently. 

"We better leave it on."

"You're right, no telling what it might lead to. I just thought you needed something to look at while you brush my hair."

"I have something to look at. I like watching you squirm with I hit a snag."

She returned my smile.

"You have a nice family," I said, thinking of how her grandmother Maria Hernandez and her aunt Clarisa had affected me.

"I guess they're okay. Nana Claudia can be a sour puss but the others are precious, don't you think?"

"Exactly," I answered, thinking of how well she had described the two women who had stolen my heart. "How come? What caused your grandmother to be a sour puss?"

"Oh, it's probably because my grandfather left. Mama says she ran him off but daddy doesn't talk about it so I really don't know. It's too bad."




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 15



I ran the brush underneath her hair and caught some tangles, making Huley shudder. She looked into the mirror and caught me watching. She smiled.

"What is it that we need to talk about?"

Her smile faded and a frightened look came to her eyes. "You didn't tell me it was Jake."

"I didn't know. The guys in the parking lot didn't say who it was."

"You said he was a second stringer. You said I didn't need to know."

"That's what the guys I talked to said, who's Jake Trainer?"

I watched her eyes dart around the table top, and then in the mirror at me. Her eyes dropped and her lips parted. She reached for my hand and held it to her shoulder, a pained look on her face. "It happened last summer, not last summer, the summer before," she began, looking into my eyes, then away. She patted my hand and returned my gaze.

"It was after we graduated from high school. He was a jock. You said yourself that I didn't know much about football. I didn't even know he played. He was good in high school and good in college. He wasn't a second stringer."

"What happened? Did you have a thing with him? That summer after you graduated, did you have a thing?"

Huley's head was down and she had taken her hand away from mine. I went back to brushing her hair, waiting for her to return my gaze. She moved her head to direct where I should brush but otherwise there was no communication between us. I brushed long strokes, making her relax. 

Without lifting her head she nodded, yes. A single tear rolled down her cheek to her lips. 

I placed the brush on the table and bent down to kiss her shoulder. Her hand came up to cover mine. I placed my other hand on her bare tummy and spoke into her ear.

"He was your first, wasn't he?" My cheek was near enough to hers to feel the light movement, up, then down.

There was a knock on the door, "fifteen minutes," we heard Ollie's voice.

I dived for the closet and retrieved the sandals slippers and Huley turned to find the T-shirt just as the door opened and Ollie stuck his head in.

"That's not appropriate, young lady," Ollie Pettersen lectured his daughter. Huley's head was covered by the T-shirt but it had not been pulled all the way down.

"I couldn't very well put it on with my hair stacked that way, could I daddy?" Her voice was crisp and there was no sign that she had been contrite only a few seconds before.

"Don't sass me young lady. I said it was not appropriate for you to be parading around in front of Randy in your underwear." Amazingly, Ollie seemed to have his voice under control and his temper in check.

Huley turned my way and I helped her with the sandals. She thanked me demurely, in command of her emotions, Ollie's disposition and my concerns. Taking her father by the arm and glancing my way with a grin on her face, "it's not like I was baring my chest, I was wearing a bra." 

I gave the room a once over, seeing the white princess style phone on the nightstand and a stuffed bear on one of the pillows, wondering when I would see it again as father and daughter marched arm in arm back to Petri's party.

I took a seat next to Maria Hernandez and surveyed the room. The swivel chairs had been moved to one side and two tables had been placed in the center of the room. One was covered with wrapped gifts and the other had dishes, glasses and silverware at one end and trays of food along the center. 

"I understand you're in the same class as our Julita," Maria said, taking my free hand in hers. 

"She's a year ahead of me, I'm just beginning," I answered, watching her caress my hand.

Huley took a seat on the floor between my feet. When I offered her my seat she said no, that was the reason she had changed clothes. I played with her hair and talked to Maria Hernandez.

The party broke up at dusk. As we parted Huley said simply, "we'll talk."

Driving home I wondered what she meant, 'we'll talk." Other than him picking her cherry what was so sensitive about Jake Trainer? Whatever it was, the other members of her family seemed to know about it. It had been important enough for Petri to speak up and important enough for Rosita to over-ride Ollie. And, Ollie seemed to understand.

Did Huley still have a thing for Jake Trainer? If so, was I being set up for a fall? Had I seduced her or had Huley seduced me? 

I had met the family. I had also witnessed two startling turn of events. Rosita had asserted herself. She had made Ollie back down as if he was a puppy. She had overturned his ruling and walked right past him as if he was not there. 

And Huley, having jumped behind me when her father spoke sharply, turned on the charm and turned him into an obedient servant just when I thought she was about to sob.

I had met the family and I did not know them at all.

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My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 16



{This chapter is intended to stand alone, however, characters are evolving and new characters are being added. For clarity read chapters 1 through 15.}

"What the hell!" I exclaimed when I heard boards hitting the ground outside our back door.

"That's Charles," Laura said. She was sitting across the breakfast table, having gotten up to see me off to school. "I called them yesterday after we talked. He wanted to get started."

"We haven't settled on a price for the work," I complained.

Laura waved her hand, squelching my alarm. "We'll work it out. If we don't think his price if fair we'll... We will... You can speak to him," she laughed and I couldn't help laughing with her.

On the way to the back door she caught me. I stopped to run my hands across her cheek and down her hair. "You're a softy," I said, giving her a wet kiss on the neck.

Charles was sizing up the lumber stock. We shook hands and went over the plans for both additions, deciding when special items such as the windows would need to be ordered. I could see how eager he was to show what he could do. I told him that I would call the lumber yard and hardware store to let them know that Charles would be charging supplies to our accounts. 

"What's your last name Charles?"

"Graves," he said.

"I'll tell them if Charles Graves shows up they should roll out the red carpet," I said, leaving him in good spirits.

Having my breakfast interrupted, I was starving by lunchtime. Huley watched me eat, curious and confounded at the same time. "Do you want some of mine?" She asked, offering her plate.

"We'll talk tonight," she said when I wanted to resume our conversation about Jake Trainer. "I'll close my door and we can have a private conversation."

"Did your dad give you any more shit about changing your clothes in front of me?"

"I told you I don't want to talk about yesterday here. We'll talk tonight," she snapped, later apologizing for her outburst as we parted.

I noticed that she no longer touched me or clung to me as she had before our Friday night motel-room date. It made me wonder if she was losing interest or if it had something to do with Jake Trainer.

"Call me, I'll be waiting," she said.

"Are you sure this is the color they wanted?" Jimmy asked as soon as I found him and Davey on the back side of the house. I was there to let them know that I would be working with Charles but when I saw how the new light green was covering the old glossy yellow paint I decided to change my plans. The yellow was showing through. 

"I never should have let them pick that color," I lamented.

We talked about the possibility that the paint store had mixed the paint wrong or if the second coat would hide the old paint. The owners of the house were not at home.

"Let's pack it up and go meet Charles," I suggested. "I'll come back tonight when they're here."

We didn't get much done in the hour we worked with Charles. Mainly, we talked about what Jimmy and Davie could do on Thursday and Friday to help Charles, assuming they finished the house with the paint color problem.

"Where have you been?" Huley wanted to know when I was five minutes late placing the telephone call to her. It took me five more minutes to explain that I had interviewed an applicant, neglecting to say that Lacy had insisted that I see her boyfriend, Eric. Afterward, I had been to a customer's home to resolve a paint problem. 

"Ugh," was her reaction to my description of the paint combination. She didn't seem to care that it had taken me hours to resolve the problem and that I had not had a minute to study.

We compared notes on what we had missed by not attending the football game. Jake Trainer, a two way player, tight end on offense and middle line backer on defense, had stopped the opposing fullback from scoring on a short running play with seconds left in the first half. By stopping the rush Jake had kept the score tied but in so doing he had suffered a broken collar bone and there was possible damage to his lower back. His season was finished and there was talk that he would not be able to play again.

"You're going to have to tell me," I said, trying to move the conversation along. While I felt obliged to listen there was something nagging at me. Besides, I needed to prepare for the next day's classes.

"I told you," she answered placidly.

"No, you told me that you and Jake had a summer fling or whatever you want to call it. You didn't say what has happened since and you haven't told me why your sister and your parents were sympathetic and secretive yesterday," I said more bluntly than was necessary. 

"Nothing has happened."

"Then why did Petri and your parents react the way they did yesterday?"

"I don't know. Maybe they think I'm still in love with him. I don't know."

"Are you?"

"I don't think so. No, I'm not."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Randy I'm sure. Please believe me."

"But you were? Is that right? You loved him?"

"I told you. That was two summers ago. I thought it was love but I don't know any more."

"Your parents must think it was love. They were very concerned for you. Even Petri was concerned."

"He's been calling. He's been trying to see me," she said, her voice low and hesitant. 

"Oh, I see," I said. And I did see. Thoughts were rushing into my head. She had wanted to be seen with me so guys would not hit on her. Was it one guy, Jake Trainer? Was this the reason she had not fawned all over me in the cafeteria? Had she been using me?

"Randy?"

"Yes?"

"They knew. My parents knew that I was sleeping with him. That's why they let me go away to school. They thought if I went away I would forget about him and I guess it worked."

"You guess?"

"It must have worked. I didn't take any of his calls and I stayed away from him at school."

"Did he try to talk to you at school?"

"Yes, a couple of times until he saw us together then he stopped."

"It sounds like you have been using me as a shield," I said without emotion. It didn't matter. She had used me and I had let her for my own purposes. The difference between us was that I knew her reasons, she did not know mine.

"No, it's not that way. At first it was, I'll admit that but now that we're together it's different."

I couldn't let her off that easily. "You hardly touched me today. Was that because Jake Trainer was not around to impress?"

"No! No, don't say that. I didn't touch you because that's what couples do. They don't touch because they are a couple. I didn't touch you because we're a couple. It shows we are secure with one another. Don't you see?"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I said, incredulous. But the way she had spoken, candidly and confidently as if she believed and understood what she was saying made me give her some slack.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"You weren't kidding?"

"No, can't you feel it? On Sunday I wanted the others to see that we were together but at school it doesn't matter, everyone knows. Everyone knows we're sleeping together."

"Is that why you did it before? So everyone would know?"

"Partly, don't you like it?"

"I missed it today when you didn't do it."

"Just wait. Tomorrow I'll be all over you like...like..."

"There's something I've been meaning to ask you. Did you like Friday night?"

"Are you kidding? You weren't listening were you? Didn't I say I liked it?"

"Maybe, I don't recall," I teased her.

"Do you want to know what I'm doing right now?"

"No, don't tell me. It would distract me. I've got to study," I pleaded as we said goodbye.

Laura had been asleep for two hours when I got to bed that night. "Only 6 more days," she mumbled as she threw an arm over me.

I was in the bathroom the next morning, shaving when Laura slipped through the door, carrying my school clothes. 

"Put these on, please," she said, playfully slapping my ass. 

"Why?" I asked, turning to see that she was dressed. 

"We have company," she whispered. "Nadine and the kids are here."

After a quick bowl of cereal I left the house by the back door to talk with Charles about Eric, Lacy's boyfriend who I had spoken to the night before. Besides the little girl, Ruthie, investigating every room, there was a playpen in the living room and a high chair in the kitchen. 

Laura was holding the baby and Nadine looked frazzled. 

Charles agreed to give Eric a try as a carpenter's helper. We also discussed the schedule, Charles saying that both projects would be ready for the electrician and plumber to start their work by the following Monday.

While driving to school I went over the various schedules that I had to keep track of. They were like school bells ringing in my mind. There were painting customers to keep in contact with and now construction sub-contractors to call and special items to be ordered. There were school assignments, tests and final exams plus dates with Huley. But the most important thing on my mind that morning was Laura's birthday. After taking three weeks off would she be home at the end of the month to celebrate her thirty-first birthday?

"Don't do that," I said to Huley. We were in line in the cafeteria deciding what to have for lunch. "You're getting me hard, it's embarrassing."

"Make me," she countered, forcing me to turn my back to her to escape being tormented by her tits rubbing against my chest. I felt her grind them into my back.

"I'll stop if you kiss me right here," she said.

I turned back, thinking she wanted me to kiss her right there in the line but she had moved the jacket she was wearing aside to give me a view of shoulder straps, exposing her bare shoulder. She gave me an impish grin. 

The jacket was green to match the dress with the shoulder straps she wore underneath but the lining was blue.

"What would you like?" The server behind the counter said, sounding impatient.

Huley didn't budge. She held the jacket open for me, watching mischievously.

Defeated, I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, briefly, then told the server that I would take the chicken. Huley eyed me skeptically, still baring her shoulder.

"That wasn't a kiss," she accused.

"What would you like? We're holding the line up," I whispered.

"Do you call that a kiss?" 

The server handed me my plate and looked to Huley but when she didn't turn to order the server asked the person behind me what he wanted.

"Order something," I hissed. 

Huley stood her ground, a serious look on her face but there was a glint in her eyes. We were creating a scene. The person behind me had to reach over the glass for his plate and there was no one in line between us and the cashier who was leaning out to watch us.

"I'm going to have a salad," she said.

"Okay, pick up a salad and let's move on."

"Not 'till you give me a proper kiss."

"Damn it Huley, everyone's watching, move it," I said, letting my voice carry.

Huley was grinning, clearly amused that she had gotten me upset. I considered stepping around her but sidestepping her challenge would not have been playing fair. I considered picking her up and carrying her to the cash register but that would have caused more of a scene because I knew that she would not be carried without kicking and screaming. Seconds were ticking into minutes or so it seemed.

Deciding there was no way to avoid kissing her shoulder in public, I collected all the moister in my mouth and deposited it on her shoulder, making her shriek, not because she minded the spit but because I had yielded to her request.

Cheers rose from the audience we had collected. Huley wrapped her arms around my neck and planted random kisses about my face. Her feet were off the floor and my hand was on her ass, holding her to me so I could walk us toward the cash register. 

Even when the cafeteria manager came out to warn us that she was going to call security Huley would not release her hold on me. 

"I told you I was going to be all over you today," she bragged when I finally got her seated across from me. Even then, she attracted more attention. She had removed the jacket and placed it on the back of her chair. Her shoulder was still wet. Because I had rushed her through the line she had to return to the service area several times for salad dressing, then a fork and again for a napkin, wiggling her butt and turning to make sure I was watching. The skirt was short enough to make her legs seem extraordinarily long. 

Each time she took her seat across from me she extended her legs to make contact with mine. 

There was not much I could do except promise to get even. "Wait till I get you naked. You're going to pay for this," I said grinning at the way she was blinking her eyelashes at me.

"When's that going to be?" She asked. For the first time that day she was being serious.

"I don't know," I had to admit. "How about Friday night? The team is away this week so we can't say we're going to the game."

"How about tomorrow afternoon?" She was smiling that evil way. "You have Wednesday afternoon off. I'll skip class and we'll go to my house for lunch." 

It made no sense to me. I made it a habit of spending Wednesday afternoons in the school library. It was either that or paint with the guys. My plan for the next day was to see how Eric was making out on his first day working with Charles.

Huley's shy smile told me I had missed something.

"Mama's going to play golf with papa. We'll have the house to ourselves until Petri comes home from school." 

A warm feeling passed through my body. "Don't do that," I grinned, "you're making me hard again."

Huley fluttered her eyelashes and took her first bite of salad.

That night I put in extra time studying because I would be missing the time in the library the next day. I spoke to Eric on the phone and told him to report for work at 7:00 a.m. the next morning.

Huley was in an unusually cheery mood when I called her. 

"Just pray it doesn't rain tomorrow," she opened the conversation. She told me that her parents were going to lunch with another couple before playing golf in the afternoon.

"They'll probably have drinks after they play. They won't be home until late. 

"What time will Petri be home?"

"Don't worry about her. I'll promise to make her something nice for dinner if she's good."

"Are you sure they're going golfing?"

"Yeah, they do that sometimes on Wednesday. Sometimes they have dinner and then go by the lot to close things down."

We arranged to meet in the school parking lot. We would drive to a mall and leave my car, then drive to her house in the Vet.

I went back to my desk and tried to study but it was hard to get my mind off of Huley's bedroom and the way she had wiggled her ass at me.

Laura had been in bed for hours when I crawled in beside her. She had had a long tiring day with Nadine and the children being there. 

She reached out and, discovering that I was there, crawled across the bed to take her place on top of me.

"My sleeping habits have changed. It's going to be hard to get used to late hours again," she said, nibbling on my shoulder.

There was no sense in telling her she didn't have to go back to the late hours that whoring required. Instead I asked, "Are you going to take an R & R at the end of the month?"

"My no, I'll be off three weeks. I don't see any reason to work one week and then take off three or four days."

"So that means you won't take off again until what, the end of November?"

"That sounds right. What if we plan on spending Thanksgiving together?" She lifted her head, trying to see my reaction in the dark.

"I was thinking about your birthday. Don't you want to be with me to celebrate?"

"Why did you have to remind me that I'm getting old?"

"We can go out to dinner, just the two of us. I want to get you something nice. What can I get you?"

She made some fake crying sounds like I was being a pain and moved around so I could feel her tits settle on my chest. 

"Tomorrow's your early day and I've been wanting to go shopping. Now that my weight has stabilized I need some new clothes and we need to look for furniture for the new room. Can you skip studying just this once? You can take me to lunch and then shopping. That will be my birthday celebration if you insist on doing something."

When I didn't answer she raised her head. 

I couldn't think of anything to say. All I could think of was Huley's plan for us to spend the afternoon in her bedroom. The plan was blowing up before me; Laura had lit the fuse.

She tongued my nipple to get my attention. "If you need to study we can postpone it," she offered.

"No, I can make up for it tomorrow night," I said, feeling the blood drain from my brain and from my dick.

"It's just that tomorrow will be the only time we'll have. You have to work on Saturday and you'll probably be busy with Huley on Friday night."

"Sounds good," I said. "We'll have a good time."

"Thanks honey, you're good to me," she said, settling back on my chest and running her hand down my arm. She found sleep much sooner than I.

After introducing Eric to Charles I headed to school, dreading my noontime appointment with Huley. Would she understand that my sister's wishes had to come first? I knew the answer. 

We met in the parking lot as planned. She had a black scarf on her head but I could tell that it was to hide her hair which was in a bunch at the back of her head, held in place by five small black combs. We kissed and she placed her lips next to my ear. 

"Why are you shaking?" She asked.

"It's you. It's because I'm holding you."

"Did you wear shorts?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"I was thinking. I was counting the articles of clothing I have to get off of you."

I laughed, wanting to delay what I had to say as long as possible. She felt good in my arms but we were attracting attention from other students who had come to their car for one reason or another.

"How many condoms did you bring?"

When I didn't answer she pulled back. There was a frightened look in her eyes as if she knew something was wrong.

"I have bad news. I can't go," I said, seeing the stark sick look come to her face. She backed away, ashen.

I reached for her but she was too quick. Without waiting to hear my explanation she ran towards the school building, the scarf coming off and skipping along the pavement before coming to a stop.

Following her was no use. She would not go to the cafeteria; she would hide in one of the lady's restrooms. I picked up the scarf and headed home, trying to get a grip on my nerves. Laura must not ever know that she had robbed me of one of those afternoons that men dream of. 

Huley had run off without asking the reason I had to cancel our plans. One minute she was calculating how long it would take her to undress me and the next minute she did not want me to touch her. What sort of relationship did we have? Was she really so selfish that she could not listen to my explanation? Or was it me, so committed to Laura's wishes that I could not tell her of my plans with Huley?

"Is that what you're going to wear?" Laura asked as I stepped through the back door, having spoken to Charles and Eric who were having their lunch.

"Is that what you're going to wear?" I laughed. It seemed strange to see Laura in the simple housedress that Sylvia had picked out for her.

"It will be fine for lunch. If you wear a sport jacket we'll look like an old married couple," she said, looking into my eyes, detecting something was wrong.

We took the long route to the city, stopping at a roadside café that served a variety of luncheon delights. I ate half of Laura's tuna steak and she tried some of my deli style corned beef sandwich. 

We talked like we were on a first date. Laura wanted to know about each of my classes, commenting she had read the reference books I was using to write a paper on the fall of Rome. "I made some notes for you, hope you don't mind," she looked at me, inquiringly. When I smiled she opened the top two buttons on the dress and produced the necklace with the Korean trinket dangling across her breast. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 16



"Do you remember the lunch we had at the garden restaurant when I was still in my twenties?"

"Of course I do. You were wearing the baseball pants with the Harvard T-shirt and the Red Sox baseball cap." I could not help thinking of the changes that had taken place in the two years since; the changes to Laura and to me and to us. Yet, some things had not changed. 

Looking at her I saw the same girl that had sat across from me, quoting from Romeo and Juliet. "We need to find a pair of baseball pants for you. They looked so comfortable and you looked so good in them," I suggested.

When the server asked us if we wanted dessert Laura said she didn't care for anything, explaining, "We're going shopping for some very tight fitting clothes for me." I settled for a dish of apple strudel. 

We shopped in department stores and boutiques. Laura was very selective, choosing only those items of clothing that would fit the occasion. We found a pair of women's baseball pants in a sports shop and she selected sweatshirts for each of us. We found tight fitting jeans and knee length pants, white or course and a dozen tops of various styles, some were tight fitting, some were not. She even bought one dress, white and below the knees.

We decided we did not have time to look for furniture for the new room.

I coaxed her into a jewelry store, wanting to measure her ring size

On the way home she was curious as to why I wanted to measure her ring finger.

"We're going to be late getting back," I said, changing the subject. I was anxious to see if the house had been finished. If so I would collect the payment and Jimmy and Davie could move on to help Charles with the two additions.

"We have something to discuss," Laura said. We were in the bedroom, having carried her new clothes in from the car. "But I didn't say anything at lunch because we were having so much fun and I didn't want to spoil it."

"Sounds serious," I speculated.

"No honey, it's not serious at all. Well, it's serious but not the way you mean, I'll tell you in bed tonight, okay?"

What now I wondered as I rushed off to see how the painting was going.

I recognized Petri's voice when she answered the phone. 

"She's not here," Petri said when I asked to speak to her sister.

"Really, she's not there or she doesn't want to talk to me?"

"She went out. What happened, Randy?"

I told Petri as much as I thought she needed to know, reliving our parting in the school parking lot that day. "She ran off before I got a chance to explain," I ended my story.

"That's too bad but don't be hard on her. She's been through a lot since she came home from school."

"I don't think I'm being hard on her, do you?"

"No, I don't. I guess I'm just trying to stick up for her, wanting you to be patient, that's all."

"Where did she go?" I asked, showing annoyance. I was annoyed because of Huley's actions in the parking lot but more so because she was not at home to take my call. "She knows what time I call."

"I don't know Randy. She may have gone to see Jake but I don't know that," Petri's voice had a calming affect on me. She was concerned but her manner was soothing.

"What really happened between them?" I asked, thinking that if anyone was going to tell me it would be Petri. 

"They're so much alike, popular in their own way; him for sports, her for her looks. Being popular was important to both of them. That summer when he started paying attention to her she didn't know anything about football; she had concentrated on getting good grades and never cared about sports. When she found out what she had, well, you know Huley, she fell head over heels."

"Did he feel the same about her?"

"Who knows? It seemed that way at the time. I was between 10th and 11th grades and I was awestruck by the way he treated her. But I've heard he has played the field after she left for school."

"Do you think she wants to get back together with him?" I asked, feeling something between curious and concern.

"I really, really think she's hung up on you but you know Huley. If she can't control you she'll look for a way to break you. If she can't break you, she'll give up. It took me a long time to find that out about her."

"Thanks for the advice. For eighteen you're pretty smart."

"It's not smart. After you get hurt enough times you learn ways to take care of yourself," Petri admitted.

It was almost nine and Huley had not come home. I assumed their parents were still out and Petri was alone. She offered to have Huley call me. I gave her my number and said goodbye.

When I turned off my desk lamp at 12:15 a.m. Huley had not called.

Not wanting to disturb Laura I eased into my side of the bed, wondering if I would be able to go to sleep. Besides Huley being pissed at me and not having heard what it was Laura had wanted to tell me about I had received another letter from home. Both of my parents insisted that I give up my life of leisure and "that girl" and come home to buckle down. Also there was my part time job and school to occupy my thoughts.

"Did you catch up on your schoolwork?" Laura was awake and moving my way.

"Come here you, you're just what I need tonight," I said, happy to have her in my arms.

"Did you?"

"Yes, I think so. Thanks for the notes. It looks like you read all the Rome books."

"You need a shave," she said, not letting my stubble keep her from pressing her cheek to mine. The necklace bouncing on my chest made me think of the birthday gift I had purchased in the jewelry store.

"Let me up, I forgot something," I said.

Reluctantly, Laura let me get out of bed to retrieve the gift.

"What is it?" she asked in the dark as I slipped the ring on her finger.

"It's not what you think," I tried to assure her.

"It feels like a wedding ring," she sounded nervous.

"It is but it's not what you think. I thought of it when you said we would look like an old married couple. There are times when we need to look that way. You can wear the ring on your finger or you can wear in on the necklace and say it's from your marriage to C C Stone. We'll both know it's your birthday present. No matter what, we'll both know. It will be one of our secrets."

She shifted her position and I felt the trinket bounce on my chest. I also felt dampness against my cheek.

"You're so sweet. I'm so lucky," she managed to say between sobs.

"You're my number one," I answered, letting everything that was interfering with my sleep drift away. We didn't talk about what ever it was that Laura had to tell me. 

{To be continued. My thanks for the help, the comments and the voting.}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 17



“Its after 8:30, aren’t you going to call your girlfriend?” Laura wanted to know on Thursday night.

“Not tonight,” I answered, not having the heart to tell her that Huley had ignored me at school. She was not in the cafeteria when I got into line. I found a two person table and took a seat facing the serving line, thinking I would spot her when she arrived. But she didn’t show up until I was ready to leave.

She was with Jane, a friend that I had only been introduced to. They were having a good time together when I approached. 

“Hi, want me to sit with you while you eat?” I asked, feeling foolish because it was clear that she intended to have lunch with Jane. 

Turning to me as if I was a stranger asking which way to the nearest telephone, Huley stiffened and said, “no thank you.” Her dour look and lack of emotion was as visible as the lack of sleep that was evident under her eyes. There was a swelling and her mouth drooped sadly. I wanted to reach out and move the stray strand of hair that hugged her left cheek but I didn’t dare. I walked away. 

Laura accepted my short answer and I resumed my study, thankful that she had not been more curious. Telling her that our lunch date the day before had ruined my chances of spending the afternoon with Huley in her bedroom was not an option. If she found out Laura would blame herself; I vowed that she would never know. But if she pressed me I would have to make up some excuse for Huley not wanting to accept my calls. 

That night in bed we talked. Laura’s news was that Mr. Husky, the man who had sold us the house, had stopped by to admire the paint job. 

“At first I thought he was considering painting his rental property and wanted you to give him an estimate. But that was not it. He wanted to know if we would be interested in buying his property. You know he’s been advertising it. He wants to move near his daughter in southern California I believe.”

Laura took my hand in hers, saying nothing, letting me absorb what she had told me. I was puzzled, wondering why she was telling me this.

“What did you tell him? That we have no interest in his property?”

“Exactly, I sent him away.”

“He must be desperate to get rid of his real estate,” I offered, still not seeing the relevance. Why were we wasting time discussing this?

“Exactly, that’s what I thought. I called Harold, thinking that I would do him a favor. He makes a hobby of profiting on desperation.”

“Harold?” 

“Mr. Waite. Harold Waite, the attorney.”

“Oh, sure, I know Harold.” I said, feeling a jab to my rib cage.

“Harold said it would be worth looking into. He had me call Mr. Husky to make an appointment to see the property. I told him Saturday morning was the only day you have free.”

“Me, what do I have to do with it?”

“Harold asked for you to come along. I told him we would bring Jimmy and Charles. Can you arrange that?”

“Sure,” I said without letting myself dwell on her motives. Laura was someone I never questioned. Perhaps it was my desire to please her. Perhaps it was simply that I trusted her. Although I was curious, asking what Laura was thinking would be like questioning the bond that held us together. 

“There are four houses so it will take most of the morning, don’t you think? I want to present our findings to Harold on Monday after I get back from seeing Doctor Torpid.” 

“Okay,” I said, planning the schedule for Saturday in my mind. Davie would take Eric and the two college students to work on the next house. In the afternoon I would take Charles with Jimmy and myself to do estimates for new painting work in the afternoon. Then we would place orders for the special items needed for the construction jobs. 

“What day is this?” Laura asked, moving her body just enough to make me aware that she was still there.

“It’s Thursday but I think you know that, why did you want me to say it?”

“How many more days?”

“Let’s see, there are Friday and Saturday and Sunday. Do we count Monday?”

“I’m so horny. I couldn’t be any hornier. I wonder if I’ll be any hornier tomorrow or the next day. Do you think there are degrees of horniness?”

“Stop, please stop talking about it.”

“Does it bother you? Am I bothering you? Talking like this? Does it bother you?”

“You know it does.”

“Does this bother you? My tits on your chest?”

“You know it does but don’t move. Stay like that, don’t move.”

“Is your cock hard?”

“You know it is and don’t touch it. And stop talking this way. Stop teasing me.”

“Okay,” she said, “think about something else. Let’s try to get some sleep.”

Trying to divert my mind to something else I settled on the letter from my parents and how they referred to Laura as “that girl.” I needed to set them straight. I would tell them that I was not wasting my time. I would tell them “that girl” was part of me, my main reason for living. 

By the next morning it did not seem so important to set them straight. My parents had the right to be concerned for my welfare. It was their duty; keeping them in the dark was mine.

I felt awkward telling three older guys about the change in plans. Jimmy and Charles were agreeable to wearing something other than their work clothes for one day. They seemed pleased that their professional skills were going to be used to assess the condition of property a rich guy had asked us to report on. Davie was happy to be entrusted with the job of prepping the next paint job with the help of Eric and the two college students. It was only Eric who raised his eyebrows when I told him he would be helping Davie. 

At lunchtime I was busy speaking to Ken and Paul, the two painters helpers when Huley walked by. She did not turn and pretended not to notice me. Faltering in my speech for a few seconds, I recovered and finished giving directions to the house we were to tackle the next day. Happy to receive their pay for the previous Saturday, they didn’t seem to notice how I had stumbled through my little speech. 

That night we went over the books Laura had been keeping on the painting business, bringing me up to date as to what she wanted me to do while she was away. She had just started to tell me how she thought we should go about evaluating the real estate the next day when Sylvia came in. She had worked the late shift at the library, closing at nine P.M. 

“We have no secrets from you,” Laura said to Sylvia. She was beginning to fill Sylvia in on what Mr. Waite had asked us to do when the phone rang. The “leave a message and we’ll get back to you,” recording was ending when I heard Huley’s voice. “Randy, I need to speak with you about……”

“Hi,” I said, having dived across the bed to pick up the receiver.

“Hi.”

“What is it that you need to speak to me about?” I said, trying to sound reserved, remembering that she was mad at me and had been avoiding me.

“About tomorrow night. Can you come to a party with me?”

I scooted around on the bed so I could stand, and then paced the floor as far as the phone cord would reach, considering how to answer. What was I supposed to say?

“Randy, I’m sorry,” her voice was soft and syrupy. I pictured her in her room. It was after nine so her father was there, probably in the family room waiting for his snack to be served.

“What are you sorry for?” I asked, sure that she had lain a trap.

“For the way I treated you in the cafeteria. I’m sorry.”

“What about the way you treated me in the parking lot? You ran off without asking why I couldn’t come to your house that afternoon.”

“That too. I ran off because you hurt me. I was so looking forward to being with you all afternoon. Did you see my hair? It was for you.”

What she had said was totally unacceptable. It was not an apology. But I was curious as to why she was calling. And, I was thinking of her now, in the bedroom, wearing what? 

“I called you that night. Where were you?”

“I know. Petri gave me your number.”

“Where were you?” I repeated, wondering if she would tell me.

“I went to see Jake in the hospital.”

“You know, Huley, there is one thing I don’t understand. I have one question. Why the fuck are you calling?”

My outburst only set her back for two seconds. With her sweetest voice she launched into a prepared speech. “Because that’s what couples do. I called to say I was sorry. I told you I went to see Jake and I called you to invite you to a party tomorrow night. That’s what couples do.”

Without my asking she told me about her visit to Jake Trainer’s hospital room. “I was feeling sorry for myself. Mama and Papa were out. I felt deserted because you had bailed out on me. I didn’t know if you had a date or something. That’s what I imagined. Petri wasn’t any help. I drove down to the hospital and found Jake. I just wanted someone to talk to, really,” she paused. 

“What did you talk about?” I asked.

“Nothing really, there were other people there, his sister and a couple of guys from the team. The only thing that I remember was when he asked about you. He said we looked like a couple together.”

“How come you ignored me in the cafeteria?” How come you didn’t call me back?”

“I was still mad at you I guess. But it was so hard. I wanted to call you, really I did,” she answered.

“I have one more question.”

“What is it?”

“Did you wear your hair that way to see Jake? Did you have it in the bun?”

She was silent for a full minute. I pictured her entering Jake Trainer’s room wearing a short skirt and her hair stacked on the back of her head with five small black combs holding it in place. Five combs to be removed, one by one. 

“I did it grand mother Hernandez,” she said.

It took a few seconds to sink in. “You braided it?”

When I returned to the kitchen table it was evident that Laura and Sylvia were very curious.

“What was that all about?” Laura quizzed me.

”I’ve got a date tomorrow night,” I said, “we’re going to a party.”

As planned, Jimmy and Charles arrived early the next morning, both dressed casually. We had coffee and Laura went over how we would go about appraising the deal proposed by Mr. Husky. She stressed the total deal, saying that we should not focus our attention on any one house unless the faults we found were so serious that they would affect the total package. She finished by saying it was Mr. Waite who had said to look at it that way. Jimmy and Charles nodded their heads in agreement. I was a little puzzled but did not say anything.

We set off, arriving at the unoccupied house on time to see Mr. Husky opening the front door for us. Jimmy and Charles walked around the outside while Laura and I followed Mr. Husky inside. When Jimmy and Charles joined us we took a second tour of the house.

Back in the car, Laura made notes as to what each of us had seen as we followed Mr. Husky to the next house. We stayed in the car, using every second to further discuss the first house until Mr. Husky motioned for us that he had cleared our tour of the house with the tenants. 

After visiting the fourth house Laura was thanking Mr. Husky for the tour when he stopped her, saying that we had not seen his treasure, the house he occupied. Laura declined to look at his house, saying that she was sure our client would not be interested in the big house Mr. Husky called home. She thanked him once more and we parted.

On the way home she explained that the fifth house was far too large and too old to interest Mr. Waite. We had another cup of coffee while Laura assured herself that we had covered every detail on her check list. 

Charles went with Jimmy and me to give quotes to the homeowners who had left messages during the week. 

“You could be doing this alone, you don’t need me any longer,” Jimmy said to me at the end of the day. Charles agreed with him. I said maybe I would try going out on my own next week. If I was unsure of something I could always bring Jimmy back for an expert opinion.

We stopped by the house that was being readied for painting. As we talked to Davey and his three helpers I couldn’t help thinking that it had only been a few weeks since Jimmy and I had finished painting the first house together. Gathered there was the whole company, seven of us. 

“What’s gotten into him?” I asked Ken, referring to Eric who had just addressed me as Mr. Tucker. 

“Davey had a talk with us this morning,” Ken confided, grinning. I wondered if Lacy had taught Eric how to play whack yet.

While I was getting ready for my date with Huley, Laura was talking to Nadine on the phone. 

“Take me by the library on your way. I’ll ride home with Sylvia,” Laura said as I was putting my jacket on. She had a handful of books in her arms and was wearing the baseball pants and one of the baggy tops we had bought for her. I helped her with her jacket, saying I liked the way the pants looked on her. 

“That was Nadine on the phone. She was overjoyed that Charles got a check yesterday. She says he really likes working for us.”

“I’m glad she’s appreciative,” I said, thinking of Jimmy remarking how glad his wife was that they had a steady income. Charles had received three days pay for Monday through Wednesday. 

At the library door Laura slid across the seat for a goodbye kiss. “Have fun tonight but remember, on Monday night you’re mine.”

“I’m counting the days,” I said, wanting to hold her longer.

“We’re going to dinner at the Waite’s,” she said, pinching my cheek.

“Oh no we’re not. That’s the night we going to play restraint,” I protested.

“Mr. Waite has invited us to his home. He wants to hear what we found today. We’ll be home early and play restraint until you beg to stop. I’m even going to let you win.”

She was out of the car before I could object. We’ll see who let’s whom win, I thought.

Something was amiss. I felt it the moment Rosita Pettersen met me at the door. She came to me and when I extended my hand she pulled me to her for a light kiss. “Pick up Julita and get out of here,” she warned, searching my eyes for an understanding. She turned. 

Ollie Petterson appeared at the end of the long hallway heading our way, turning his head to speak to Huley, Petri and Jerry walking behind him. As they got closer we could hear the rise and fall of Ollie’s voice. He was grilling his daughters wanting to know who was hosting the party, who was going to be there and what time we would be home. 

Rosita squeezed my hand as if to warn me of something. She backed away as Huley took her place next to me, answering her father’s questions, patiently telling him where we would be, some of the people she expected to see there and promising that we would be home by one A.M.

As we stood in the entryway of the Pettersen home several things came to mind. This was my third visit to the home but as far as Ollie was concerned this was his oldest daughter’s first date with me. He was not aware that we had spoken on the telephone nearly every evening before he got home and we had been together at school nearly every day. He was also unaware that we had spent a night together in a motel room.

It was also evident that Petri and Jerry were involved somehow, perhaps tagging along with us at the insistence of her father?

Ollie’s eyes were fixed on his older daughter who was gripping my hand. He had not acknowledged my presence. 

I squeezed her hand and looked at Huley. Her hair was drawn back in the familiar bun and she was wearing more makeup than usual. She was dressed casually, jeans and the leather jacket over a school sweatshirt. The band of large beads around her neck was colorful but looked out of place. Her near twin, Petri, was standing behind Ollie but I could see that she was dressed similarly, minus the beads. 

“You’re acting like they’re fifteen and going to their first party,” Rosita admonished her husband. 

Rosita’s voice had a calming effect on all of us, especially Ollie. He looked at me for the first time, reaching to pat my shoulder and give me one of his bring-it-back-if-it-conks-out-before-the-ninety- day-warranty-elapses smiles.

“You’ll see to it that my daughters don’t misbehave, won’t you Randy?”

His piercing eyes had caught mine and would not let go. I knew that there was more to what he had said than the conduct of the sisters while they were in my care. We had an understanding; I would be responsible for their actions. 

Huley made one last plea, “I don’t see why we have to take them along. They’re going to be the only high school kids there.”

But she backed away when she saw the set of Ollie’s jaw. I saw it too.

Jerry and Petri sat in the back seat giggling. Petri seemed delighted that her father had foiled Huley’s plans for her and me to be alone together in a motel room. Jerry probably didn’t understand why they were giggling; he was just going along with Petri.

Huley sat close to me in the car, first placing her head on my shoulder, then deciding her hair would get rumpled she sat up and placed her hand inside my jacket. 

I opened the glove box and handed Huley the black scarf she had lost in the parking lot the day she had run off from me. She took it without comment and covered her hair. 

The party was being held in a small house, devoid of furniture. Our hosts stood outside the front door greeting their guests. Hugh and Carrie were a couple from school that I recognized but not by name until Huley introduced us. She apologized for having brought Petri and Jerry who she referred to as high school kids.

Squeezing inside, I soon realized that Petri and Jerry were not the only high-schoolers there, making me wonder if I was the oldest guest at the party. The front room was crowded with sweaty bodies, high temperature and two giant vibrating loudspeakers. 

We danced our way through the room, Huley and I leading the way, Jerry and Petri behind us. The kitchen was just as crowded with guests easing their way to the punch bowl which had been set up on top of the stove. A burly kid I recognized from school was ladling peach colored liquid into plastic glasses. We all took a glass and moved on to a room off the kitchen. 

We took a sip of the sweet tasting liquid. There was a noticeable fizz that resembled ginger ale but to me, the predominant ingredients were a mixture of various liquors. 

As I took a second sip, trying to discern what was in the drink Huley touched my arm and said she was going for a refill. Petri handed Huley her empty glass and ask for more punch. Jerry motioned to me that he would follow Huley leaving Petri and me in the room with sixteen other people in the small room. 

“Dance with me,” Petri shouted over the sound of the blaring music, coming close enough to spill a few drops of my drink on the floor. I took another sip of the sticky liquid and handed my glass to a girl who was standing nearby.

She danced close, wanting to talk but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. What ever it was must have seemed funny to her because she was laughing constantly, feeling small and limber in my arms.

I tried to caution her about the drink being spiked with all sorts of alcohol but she couldn’t hear me. 

When Huley and Jerry returned we made our way to the forth room carrying our drinks, passing the bathroom on the way. Huley was saying something but I could not make it out. Jerry tugged on my sleeve, motioning that he was going to get another drink. I handed him my empty glass. 

When Huley started to follow him I caught her and shook my head. Shouting into her ear I warned her that there was an odd mixture of spirits in the punch. She hugged me, placing her lips near my ear she said she could tell. I moved her around the crowded room as if were dancing, failing to see her hand her glass to Petri who followed Jerry to the kitchen and the punch bowl.

We had been at the party about an hour when Petri stumbled into my arms with a silly grin on her face and her eyes glazed over. I had to hold her up to keep her from falling. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 17



Having had two of the sweet syrupy drinks and being in a packed room with blaring music I was getting a headache. Huley and Jerry looked about as helpless as Petri. I headed for the front door, supporting Petri and motioning for the others to follow. 

Outside the air was fresh and cool. Our hosts, Hugh and Carrie were no longer welcoming guests. I propped Petri against the house and looked around. Others were staggering around the front yard, some had glasses of the punch in their hands, and some were emptying their stomachs. Huley and Jerry had not followed us outside.

“Stay here,” I said to Petri. She reached for me and fell to the ground. 

Back inside Huley and Jerry were holding one another up, pretending to dance. Neither of them wanted to leave the party.

“Come outside and get some air,” I coaxed. Having been outside myself the house felt even warmer than it had before. I wanted to get them in the fresh air to sober up.

“We don’t want to,” Huley argued. She was holding onto Jerry who was trying to move to the music but was failing with each step.

“Come on, we’ve got to go. That punch has made Petri sick. You’ll feel better when you get outside.

“We’re not ready yet, are we Jerry?” Huley said, slumping against Jerry who looked dazed.

“Okay, dance with me,” I ordered. She obeyed smiling. 

We danced our way to the front door, me supporting Huley and with Jerry hanging on my back. It was when the cool air hit her that Huley understood we were leaving the party. Her protests were muffled by the blare of the music. She kicked my shins a couple of times as I guided them to where I had left Petri a few minutes before. She was not there.

Except for the light from a passing car the yard was dark. I lowered Huley and Jerry to the ground and went looking for Petri. Calling her name I heard a faint answer coming from the corner of the yard where she was being sick. All I could think of was Ollie and the look he had given me when he told me that I would be responsible for his daughters’ actions. 

I held her head and rubbed her back. I could feel the spray of her vomit hit my slacks and I could certainly smell it. She cried and said she was sorry. One down, two more to go, I thought. 

Luckily, we were several blocks away from the party house when I saw two police cars heading in the direction of the party. It was a few minutes past eleven. I had less than two hours to get the three teenagers cleaned up and home before curfew.

I carried the two girls into the motel room but Jerry was too heavy. By supporting him and telling him which foot to move we made it inside the room. Huley and Petri were passed out on the bed. Jerry fell between them and went back to sleep.

Deciding I would let them sleep for an hour I stripped my slacks off and ran the spray from the shower on the legs where splatter from the Pettersen girls’ stomachs had landed.

Hanging them up to dry my slacks still smelled but the room reeked. Had it not been for thinking about the set of Ollie’s jaw and how I had failed my responsibility the scene would have been comical. Huley and Petri with Jerry between them were all snoring, oblivious of the stench in the room and how they looked. 

One by one I removed their shoes and their pants. The stains were mainly around the knees where splatter had bounced from the ground. Huley had dressed for the occasion. She was wearing black lace panties. Petri was more conservative, having worn white cotton underwear. 

By midnight I had all of our pants hanging in the bathroom, knowing there was no chance of getting them dry before one A.M. We would have to drive home with wet pants and face the consequences.

Now to get them awake and on their feet. The three of them were wedged together on the bed, snoring blissfully. Their bare legs and feet hung over the side of the bed. 

Since there was no place in the area to pick up coffee I walked to the coke machine and bought four cokes. On the way back to the room I held the bubbles in my mouth before swallowing, feeling them explode in my stomach. 

Thinking that Jerry would be the easiest to wake because he had walked from the car with my help I started with him. But he was not ready to wake up. When he lashed out at me I decided to give him a few more minutes.

Huley was next. But when I pulled on her bare legs she kicked me. Rather than jerking her out of bed and to her feet I moved on to Petri.

Seeing that there was space between her and the end of the bed I crawled up next to her with the intention of whispering into her ear. 

Her breath stunk but mine probably did too. I put my arm around her to support myself. She responded by snuggling close.

When I awoke Petri’s arm was wrapped around me as mine was around her. 

“Petri, wake up, it’s time to go,” I said, shaking her lightly, thinking that if I could get her up we could wake the others.

Her response was to pull herself closer and smack her lips. 

“Petri, wake up, help me wake the others,” I whispered in her ear, rubbing her back and moving my hand down to her panty covered butt. She purred and drew herself even closer to me. 

The movement of Jerry’s arm caught my attention as it flailed wildly. Catching his hand in midair I felt the band of his wristwatch hit my thumb. 

Driving towards the Pettersen home I watched Huley remove the combs from her hair, listened to Petri complain about her pants being wet and Jerry slurp down one of the cokes. According to his watch it was 10 minutes past 3.

{To be continued. My thanks for the help, comments and especially for the voting.}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 18



We were all apprehensive about our fate. It was 3:10 A.M. when I reached for Jerry’s flailing arm and happened to notice his wristwatch and the time. It had taken 10 minutes to get us into our pants and into the car. We were already over two hours late and we still had a 15 minute drive to contemplate how we would be received at the Pettersen home. 

Huley was doing her best to put herself together, giving her hair several short brushes before pushing the brush into her handbag and snapping it shut. Jerry and Petri were talking in monotones, encouraging each other to be brave. 

As we approached the cul-de-sac we saw the front of the house flooded with light spilling over into the neighbor’s yards. Huley dropped the five combs she had removed from her hair and groaned.

Jerry’s Volkswagen was parked in back of Huley’s Corvette and there was another car on the drive.

“What time is it?” Petri asked.

“3:35,” Jerry reported, sounding like he was talking in his sleep.

Huley’s hand went to the door handle as if she was going to jump out the minute I stopped.

“Wait, I’ll go in with you,” I said as gently as I could manage.

“No, you go home. It will be better that way.”

“Huley, let’s not argue about it. I’m coming in.”

I ran around the car to help Huley but she was already out. She wouldn’t take my hand on the way to the door. I followed, wanting to sing or whistle. Jerry and Petri were close behind us.

As she reached for the doorknob the door swung open and Ollie reached out to pull her inside. His right hand slashed across Huley’s face sending her reeling towards the staircase. Thinking she was going to fall I dashed in front of her father to try to catch her but not in time. She had bumped her head on the banister.

For the next five minutes the entryway to the Pettersen home became a screaming tear-filled flood of insane shouting. Ollie’s voice rose above the rest of us, drowning out our efforts to explain why we had arrived over two hours late. 

“Stop it!” Rosita came between us, holding her arms up to protect us from Ollie who had his arm raised. He must have heard Rosita or seen her because he dropped his fist to his side and glared at me and at Huley, the blue vein in his forehead very visible.

Huley melted into my arms, sobbing. I whispered to her, saying that it was over, asking her if she was alright, and trying to comfort her. She sobbed, feeling limp in my arms. Petri joined our little huddle, sympathizing with Huley.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered in Huley’s ear. She pulled her face from mine, her eyes streaming with tears, searching my face. “Thank you for coming in with me,” she whispered.

Rosita was swishing past us. “We’ll go in here,” she said, opening the door to the seldom used front room.

I guided Huley to one of two sofas and sat next to her. She buried her face against mine. Rosita had left the room but I was very much aware of Ollie’s presence. He stood over us fists clenched and although I did not look up I suspected his jaw was clenched also. I took a deep breath, trying to think of something to say.

Rosita returned with an ice pack, a warm cloth and a box of tissues. She placed the cloth on Huley’s cheek and the ice pack on her forehead before turning her attention to Ollie. 

“You sit there,” she instructed, pointing to a chair nearest to me.

“You two sit over there,” Rosita said to Jerry and Petri, pointing to the sofa on the other side of the large room. 

It had become quiet. Rosita surveyed the room before leaving once more. When she returned she handed Huley a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water. Huley took two aspirin and drank most of the water before I stopped her. My head was aching from the two glasses of punch that I had consumed. I washed down one aspirin with the remaining water.

Rosita chose to remain next to her daughter, wanting to take her in her arms but Huley would not move from my side.

Ollie paced the floor, not ready to sit in the chair his wife had assigned him. He lectured each of us individually and as a group. He made accusations and leveled charges, saying that we could not be trusted and that we would all pay for our failure to respect his orders. 

“We drank too much,” Petri admitted. Ollie and Rosita turned to her.

“Randy took us to a motel to get cleaned up. We had been sick and messed up our jeans. He washed them and let us get some sleep but I guess we didn’t wake up on time,” she spoke boldly.

She went on to explain about the party being held in a small vacant house, deferring to me to tell about the cramped space and how someone had spiked the punch with a mixture of cheep liquors. 

Ollie attempted to interrupt us, wanting clarification about how all four of us slept in one bed. He raised his voice when he repeated what Petri had said about our pants drying in the bathroom, making Huley shudder. But even Huley laughed when Petri said that she had slept between two guys for the first time in her life.

Petri’s comment sent Ollie into another tirade but by that time he had lost his audience. It was after 4 A.M. and Rosita had heard enough to satisfy her that nothing serious had happened. 

“Give it a rest Ollie,” Rosita warned her husband.

But I couldn’t let it rest. Buoyed by Petri’s humorous remark about sleeping between two guys for the first time I became daring. I could not let Ollie off without an apology to Huley.  

Removing the cloth from Huley’s cheek and the icepack from her forehead I turned her head so that Ollie could see her reddened cheek and the bump on her forehead. “You struck your daughter Mr. Pettersen. It left a mark. You may as well have put a cigarette out on her butt.”

“I don’t think that’s a fair comparison Randy,” Rosita was saying but I was not paying attention to her or to Huley who was looking at me, aghast. I was more interested in how Ollie’s face was drained of color, making the blue vein more pronounced.

“That’s preposterous, I would never do a thing like that,” Ollie labored to say before rising to his full height and announcing to me, “you’re no longer welcome here.”  

“Don’t pay any attention to him Randy,” Rosita was quick to say. Then to her husband, “apologize to your daughter for hitting her. You should have given them a chance to explain why they were late.”

Seeing that Ollie was not inclined to apologize Rosita ended the meeting, ushering us out of the room into the entrance way. 

Ollie was heading down the long hall towards the rear of the house as the rest of us said our goodbyes. Rosita and Petri were steering Huley to the stairway when I said, “Goodnight Tess, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Ollie turned when he heard me call his daughter Tess. There was a mixture of bewilderment and shock on his face. He stood motionless as I pulled the door closed behind Jerry and myself.

Driving home that night I could not help feeling satisfied with the progress I had made toward settling the score with Ollie Pettersen. I only hoped that I had not gone too far by saying goodnight Tess. I would never forgive myself if it resulted in any harm to Huley.

Laura let me sleep most of the morning and when I got up she didn’t pester me to tell her why I had gotten home so late. Like a zombie, I spent the day doing as little as possible. 

Huley would not take my call. Even Rosita suggested that it would be best it we didn’t talk that day. But when Petri called back she was in a talkative mood. She said her father had seemed unusually quiet that morning, having gone someplace after lunch. She told me that they had tried to comfort Huley who had stayed in her room all day. We laughed about the expression on Ollie’s face when Petri had bragged to us that she had slept between two guys for the first time.

While talking to her I realized how different the two sisters were. Petri showed concern for the way her father had treated Huley and she praised me for the actions I had taken to get us away from the party before the police arrived. 

She was serious but laughed at the right times. We joked about what would have happened if the police found that my companions were under age. 

“Next time we sleep together we’ll be sober, okay?” Petri laughed as we said goodbye. We had talked for over an hour.

Sylvia and Laura ganged up on me. “That was a long party,” Laura kidded me. I gave them a short description of the house and the conditions that had led up to our going to the motel to get cleaned up. I told them about the stench in the room and how funny the four of us must have looked sprawled across the bed without pants.

Naturally I avoided saying anything about the scene at the Petterson home or Ollie’s reaction when I compared him striking his daughter to putting a cigarette out on her butt. I was still savoring the way he turned when I said goodnight to Huley, calling her Tess.

Laura had that calculating look on her face that I knew so well. “All four of you in one bed, does that mean you didn’t, you know, you didn’t….”

“Have sex?” Sylvia finished the sentence. 

A smile crossed my face. I was thinking about Huley’s condition the night before. Even if we had been alone it would have been impossible to get her attention. Having sex had not entered my mind. I was also remembering how Petri’s body had felt next to mine when I awoke that morning. 

“That’s going to make it easier for me to win tomorrow night,” Laura said mischievously, looking at Sylvia to make sure she understood the point. 

“Tomorrow is the big night. I take it you’re going to play restraint,” Sylvia chimed in.

Laura looked my way dreamily, then became serious, “I forbid you to do anything to increase your staying power.”

“How will you know if he doesn’t obey you?” Sylvia asked, clearly having fun with Laura’s order.

“I’ll know,” Laura answered, locking her eyes with mine. I believed her.

‘What if I have a wet dream tonight?” I teased them.

“I’ll know, I’ll be watching you every second,” Laura warned.

“She makes it hard for me,” I lamented to Sylvia. “She sleeps with her tits on my chest and talks about how horny she is. It’s been that way every night. ‘I’m so horny, I’m so horny,’” I mimicked Laura for the benefit of Sylvia who was turning red.

Laura, seeing how red Sylvia had gotten, could not resist making her even redder. “No wonder I’m horny. It’s been over three weeks since I had him in me. We played whack that night in the hotel before my hospital appointment.” 

We watched Sylvia. She had hidden her face but we could see by the way her shoulders were shaking how embarrassed we were making her. Laura wasn’t finished.

“As you know, whack is a very stimulating game, especially to the female partner. The constant spanking of the buttocks really gets the juices running but…..,” Laura stopped and grinned at me. We watched Sylvia shudder and heard her moan. 

“Sylvia, I can’t see your face. Should I continue? You’re going to have to look at me.”  

We waited silently, watching Sylvia’s form bent to hide her face which was buried in her hands. Minutes passed. We could hear her choke and gasp, trying to regain her composure. When she was ready she threw her head back, swishing the single braid over her head and smoothing it with both hands. She smiled through tear drenched eyes, bravely acknowledging she was ready to hear more.

“Now where was I? Oh yes, we were playing whack in the hotel room. It makes my ass sore just thinking about it. I love that game but there’s one thing wrong with it. Do you know what that is?”

Laura and I watched as Sylvia strained to keep her head upright. She swallowed hard and shook her head, no.

Laura leaned forward to come within a foot of Sylvia’s face. “Whack is fun to play but……there…..is……no….. pen…..e……tra…..tion,” 

Sylvia was blindly stumbling towards our back door, shaking her head and wringing her hands. I got up to turn on the outside lights and navigate her through the two construction projects. As we made our way across the back yards we could still hear Laura. “I’ve got to have some pen….e…..tra….tion.”

At her door Sylvia turned to me and let herself tumble into my arms. “I don’t know how you live with that woman,” she mused, her damp cheek against mine.

“It’s not easy,” I said laughing.

“Does she really sleep with her bare tits on you chest?”

“We go to sleep that way but we move around in the night. Why do you question how I live with her?”

Sylvia eased her body back from me and pondered my question briefly. “She’s so complex. When I’m with her I’m always on guard because she tells me things I’m not supposed to repeat. You must never let her know I told you this but she loves you. Yet, she encourages you to seduce younger women and then she becomes jealous. She’s so complex.”

“Laura’s had a complex life so far,” I said, trying to explain why Laura said the things she did without revealing how complex her life had really been.

“You won’t tell her what I said, will you?”

“Of course not,” I said, brushing her lips with mine to reassure her.

I was overjoyed that she had told me what Laura had confided in her although it made me nervous because the secrets I was keeping from Laura were mounting. 

“She wears the ring you gave her as if you are married,” Sylvia disclosed.

“I know,” I said without explaining that the ring had a purpose. For public consumption it was to let others know that she was claimed, that she belonged to me. To Laura and me the ring was our commitment to one another. She damn well better wear it, I thought.

I thanked Sylvia for revealing what Laura had said, tugging on her braided hair while kissing her tenderly and saying goodnight.

While dressing for her doctor’s appointment on Monday morning Laura reminded me that we were going to Mr. Waite’s house that night to give our report on the real estate he had asked us to look at. I reminded her that we were going to play restraint after we got home from Mr. Waite’s, assuming she got a good report from Doctor Torpid.

Huley did not join me in the cafeteria at lunchtime. There was no reason for her to be mad at me or avoid me so I assumed she had not come to school. A telephone call to the Pettersen home confirmed my suspicion. Rosita said that Julita didn’t feel up to talking to me or anyone else, especially not to her father. Ollie had not apologized for striking his daughter.

I ask Rosita to give Julita a message. I hoped she would feel better soon. I also wanted her to know that I would not be able to call her that night.

But Huley was not the only one absent that day. There was talk about the police arriving at the party and finding underage kids under the influence of the lethal punch mixture. The hosts of the party were noticeably absent.

The first thing I noticed when I walked through the back door that evening was Laura’s hair. She was dressed only in white cotton panties and a fancy white bra but my eyes went directly to her hair. It hung well below her shoulders so I knew she had not had it cut but there was something different. It was still silky smooth and there were little ripples every two inches or so that made it wavy in a subtle way.

“Don’t touch it,” she warned. “What is it with you and my hair?” 

We kissed briefly and again longer. I felt her bare back and her panty covered ass which made me remember to ask.

“How did it go?”

“Good, we have clearance to pen…..e….trate,” she said, kissing me once more before pushing herself away. “But not now, there isn’t time.”

“There’s time, it won’t take more that ten minutes. We can spare ten minutes, can’t we?” I whined.

She retreated to her bedroom, throwing her head back in laughter and turning at the door. “Being the older sister is so hard sometimes. The name of the game is restraint, no touching, remember?”

After my shower I found the clothes I was to wear on the bed in the second bedroom. I groaned when I saw that I was to wear a tie.

As I was stuffing the shirt into my pants Laura appeared at the doorway and took my breath away. “Gorgeous,” I murmured, causing her to whirl around proudly to display the white pleated dress hiding her knees but low cut at the neckline to show just enough cleavage to be interesting. Sheer stockings covered her slim legs and the white shoes elevated her to just the right height. 

She was saying something to me but when I didn’t answer her brow wrinkled. 

“In or out?” She repeated. 

“Huh?” I managed to grunt.

“Should I wear the ring or hide it on the chain?” She wanted to know, brow still wrinkled.

I closed my mouth and took stock of my senses, thinking, she’s not going to wear that dumb necklace, 

“Shouldn’t you wear the pearls with the dress?”

She walked towards me, smiling. I backed away, holding my hands in the air to ward her off, knowing that if she came closer I would rumple her hair and wrinkle her dress and smear her lipstick. She saw the look in my eyes and stopped a few feet away from me.

“It’s a simple question, in or out?”

My hands were still in the air as if she was holding a gun. “Hide it,” I offered as a compromise. “But just the ring,” I added, meaning for her to remove the trinket which would be noticeable under the dress. 

“Thank you sweetheart, that’s wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

She had turning to leave the room when I spoke. “Laura?”

She stopped and turned back, the wrinkle having returned to her brow.

“Can I,” keeping my hands in the air to remind myself that she was off limits for the time being, “can I smell you?”

She reached for my hands as she approached. “Stop it, you’ll get me all misty eyed,” she said, holding my hands well away from our bodies.

I took several exaggerated whiffs to break the spell we were under for fear that I would become misty eyed too. It was her smell. She backed away, smiling at my expression. I don’t know what I was expecting. It was Laura’s smell.

Mr. Waite and his wife lived in an ancient two-story house with fine old furnishings. They greeted us like old friends although I don’t believe Laura had ever met Mrs. Waite before.

Wanda, as she wanted to be called, apologized for the seating arrangements at the dining room table, saying that she had not had time to reduce the size since their recent dinner party. There were fourteen chairs around the extended table. Wanda sat next to Laura giving us seats on either side of Mr. Waite who occupied the chair at the head of the table. 

The meal consisted of four courses, soup, and salad, Cornish hen followed by chocolate layered cake, served by a Navaho woman who was very attentive to Mr. Waite and endured Wanda’s couching. After dinner we retired to Mr. Waite’s study where coffee and brandy awaited us. Wanda, upon seeing that we were comfortably seated and her husband was ready to conduct a business meeting, excused herself.   

As soon as Wanda was out of the room Mr. Waite told Laura, though indirectly, how nice she looked. “Randy, I envy you. You’re very lucky to live with such an attractive sister.” 

“Harold, you know that we’re only brother and sister when it suits us,” Laura corrected him. “At other times,” she paused while detaching the wedding band from the chain, “we’re man and wife….when it suits us.”

“You are indeed a lucky young man,” he said, smiling as he watched Laura display her left hand with the narrow gold ring.

She fluttered her eyelashes before launching into her prepared presentation. She began with the criteria we had used to evaluate the real estate, and then listed the deficiencies we had found and our estimates to correct them and finally gave a summary of real estate values and the status of the current rental market. She only called upon me once to elaborate on our suspicion that one of the foundations was misaligned.

Mr. Waite was clearly impressed with the information provided and the manner in which Laura delivered it. But, as I thought to myself, who wouldn’t be in awe of Laura’s confident manner and her passion for detail.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 18



When it was apparent that we were finished Mr. Waite took a final sip of his brandy and thoughtfully stirred his coffee. “There is a fifth house, is there not?”

“There is,” Laura answered, “but it’s old and not in very good condition. We don’t think it’s suitable for rental property because the expense to refurbish it would be exorbitant. 

“Quite the contrary miss,” Mr. Waite contradicted Laura for the first time. He went on to say that we should not have assumed. He reasoned that Mr. Husky wanted to sell all of his holdings and would therefore accept a price that would allow us to do the repairs.

“No touching,” Laura cautioned me as I helped her into the car. She made sure her pleated dress was clear and would not be caught when I closed the door. 

The meeting had gone well, we thought. However, Laura was embarrassed because she had assumed that Mr. Waite would not be interested in the deplorable old house. Since Laura was returning to work and would not be available, I was to take Jimmy and Charles on an inspection tour of the property the following Saturday.

“I believe I know what he has in mind,” Laura said thoughtfully.

“What is it?” I asked, not having any idea why he would want the oversized monstrosity. All I could think of was how much work would be involved in the restoration.

“He may be thinking that it would be good to have as a back up in case we need to move the brothel,” Laura said, more to herself than to me.

Harold and Wanda Waite had graciously wished us a good night as they bid us farewell at their door. Little did they know what a good night we had in store. It was 10:35 P M on Monday night. Laura had been cleared for exercise and pen…..e…..tra…..tion. We were heading home to play restraint.

“Do we need to restate the rules? Do you remember how restraint is played? First we take off our clothes, very seductively, trying to get the other one aroused. The object is to get your opponent to commit. There’s no touching except in the beginning. The girl gets to help the guy insert his cock into her pussy. But only one inch. After that both must remain absolutely still. We said one quarter of an inch movement is permissible.”

We rode in silence for a block before Laura looked my way. “The girl, that’s me. I get to take your cock between my fingers and….,” she paused. “Is it between my fingers or can I use my hand? We didn’t cover that in the rules very well. Do you think it would be okay if I took your cock in my hand and…, we should have been more explicit in the rules? Now I won’t know if I can take your cock in one hand or two? How long can I hold it? I’m so confused. I don’t know if I can play restraint or not.”

I drove, pretending not to pay attention to her. I knew what she was doing. I wasn’t going to let her get by with it.

“Maybe the girl, that’s you, doesn’t need to touch the guy’s, that’s me, cock at all?” 

“You mean you, the guy, would just poke it around at the girl’s, that’s me, pussy until it found its way in?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.”

“You mean the girl, that’s me, wouldn’t get to touch the guy’s, that’s you, cock? I don’t like that. What if it goes in too far? Did I tell you how horny I am? What if I couldn’t help myself and started fucking you? That shouldn’t count. I shouldn’t lose because you stuck it in too far and made me lose control, should it?”

I had to agree with her, not because I knew what was fair. I had to agree with her because I could not take any more discussion about the depth of insertion.

“You can look but no touching,” Laura cooed, raising her pleated skirt for me to see where the tops of her stockings met her white cotton panties. The game had begun and Laura was winning.

{To be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 19



The trip home from the Waites' house was the most agonizing fifteen minutes of my life. Laura talked incessantly about the rules of restraint, the game we had been looking forward to playing for over three weeks.

"If you don't want me to hold your cock in my hand I won't do it. I can't understand why you're so touchy. All I'm going to do is wrap my small warm hand around your hard pulsating erection to make sure it gets tucked into my pussy to the correct depth. I won't hold onto it longer than necessary. I won't squeeze it. It will be hard, won't it?"

She turned her body my way, inching the hem of her dress above her knees and looking expectantly.

"Yes, you can be assured it will be hard. I know what you're trying to do," I said, amused at her attempt to torment me. 

Laura lifted her dress to show me her stocking covered legs and her panty covered mid section, saying, "You can look but don't touch."

"Is that a wet spot I see?" There was no wet spot. I knew Laura was in control and would let herself get wet when she wanted to. 

"Did I tell you how horny I am?"

"Yes, constantly," I answered, thinking that in five minutes we would be home and I could badger her for a change.

"I know you want me to lie on my back and spread my legs wide so you can push and probe until you blindly stab around and get me wetter and wetter. That's not the way we're going to play this game. I'm too horny to have you stabbing around willy-nilly while I endure the torture. I know what would happen. I would grab your cock and push it into me with no regard for the depth, and then I would wrap my legs around your waist and draw you into me. That would make me lose the game. That's not what you want is it?"

Laura covered her legs with her skirt as the car came to a stop. We got out and walked to the door, keeping our distance because of the no touching rule. I was keeping my distance because one touch from her would have made me cum in my pants. 

We left the kitchen and bathroom lights on so we could see what we were doing in the bedroom. Laura wasted no time in getting out of her dress and hanging it in the closet. Turning, she took a few steps towards me and stopped in the center of the room. Bending, she rolled down one stocking and then the other, stepping out of her shoes long enough to remove the stockings before stepping back into them. 

"Aren't you going to let me see you take off your clothes?" she asked, surprised that I had not removed one piece of clothing yet. 

She stood motionless while I took off my coat and tie, then I bent down to take off my shoes and socks. Looking up I realized that she was still ahead of me. She stood some ten feet away wearing her bra, panties and shoes. I began to unbutton my shirt.

Laura took several steps towards me. By the time I got my shirt off she stood three feet away, an innocent never-sexier look on her face. I dropped my pants and adjusted my boxers to keep my cock from popping out the front. 

She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. As she dropped the bra to the floor her gaze was steady and thank God, she had stopped talking. I had seen her tits a hundred times but they had never been so beautiful and appealing. We had slept with them on my chest every night but it was as if I was seeing them for the first time. I watched her chest expand and deflate, expand and deflate. She swallowed and for those few seconds the game was off. 

She cocked her head as if to say, let's see what you've got.

I obliged her and lowered my shorts. 

She bit her lip and filled her chest cavity with air as if she had never seen me hard before. Our gaze was steady. No woman had ever made me feel manlier.

With an impish grin she turned her back to me. Bending, she lowered her panties to present her newly repaired ass. 

"Lovely," I whispered. From three feet away it looked perfect except for the hint of a dimple where the mark had been. 

"Would you like to kiss it?" She had straightened and stood with her back to me only three feet away. Except for the shoes and the chain, she was naked. From her slender legs my eyes returned to the curvature of her buttocks to the trim waist and upward to her shoulder length silken hair. She turned to face me, her head up in wide-eyed anticipation. 

"Yes." I answered and stepped within a foot from her.

"Sorry, no touching, remember?" 

With two jerky moves she shed the shoes and took a running jump to land in the center of the bed. She fluffed a pillow for her head and motioned for me to join her.

At the foot of the bed I waited for her to settle into position. She wiggled her ass on the mattress and spread her legs. Our eyes locked. The moment we had talked about so often had arrived and I could not move. She ran her tongue over parted lips, her gaze steady. 

She watched me crawl toward her open legs. Easing between them I inspected her pussy for moisture and was gratified to see that the lips were glistening and open.

As we had discussed I placed my hands on each side of her arms for support. My cock was inches from her sex. We gazed into each other's eyes for a full minute before Laura changed her mood from sensual to playful. 

"What did we decide? Can I touch it or do you want to poke around?" She sounded like she didn't care which I chose. By that time I didn't care either. I just wanted to make contact. I knew that if I stabbed forward my cock would go right in but I didn't know if I could control the depth. I decided to let her do the inserting to give her that responsibility. 

"Go ahead, you can touch it," I said. 

We both watched as she reached for my cock with her left hand. Our eyes met as I let her draw me down inch by inch until we touched, sending a shiver down the back of my spine. 

The only thing that kept me from plunging deep within her was the look of determination on Laura's face. She was playing to win. I didn't care who won. All I wanted was the feel of my cock surrounded by the warm wet walls of her vagina and the friction that would come from thrusting into .......but a speck of self respect must have given me the resolve to hold out for a few seconds. 

"Stop," she said, holding her left hand, the same hand that had just released my cock, inches from my chest.

Looking down I could see that she had judged it right. My cock looked to be inserted about one inch. She was watching me closely. We were at a standstill. The game was under way.

I made a slight adjustment, moving my right hand out to give her more space in case she wanted to drop her left hand to her side. Seeing that I had slipped father into her I backed away to approximately the same depth, about one inch. 

"Stop, you're fucking," she shouted, holding up her left hand again in warning.

"No I'm not. I'm allowed a quarter of an inch movement," I countered, somewhat amused at her reaction to the slightest movement on my part.

"You moved down a quarter of an inch and then up, that's fucking," she challenged, showing more irritation than I had ever seen from her.

"You're getting edgy over nothing. I moved one quarter of an inch, that's all. That's not fucking. You said yourself it's within the rules," I barked back at her. To emphasize my point I did it again, careful to only move one quarter of an inch in and out.

Both of her arms came up and for a second I thought she was going to put them around my hips to draw me down to her but she demonstrated restraint. The look on her face was pure grit.

I held my ground, remaining perfectly still as I peered down at her. She dropped her hands to her sides, resigned to wait me out. Her eyes closed and a look of concentration came over her face.

I felt her lips grip my glans. The stimulation to the sensitive area was excruciating, like a mosquito crawling across my hand. I could see it but I could not swat it. Like counting the steps the mosquito would take to cross my hand I blocked out the urge to burry my cock deep within her to squelch what she was doing to me.

"Open your eyes," I said, hoping to break her concentration.

"That's not a rule," Laura countered, obeying me. She blinked her eyelids innocently.

"Do you give up?"

A blank look came to her face. "Me give up? I'm winning, why should I give up?"

"You're not winning, I am. I can stay like this all night."

She smiled confidently. "We need to revise the quarter of an inch rule. If you move in and then out it's fucking but if you just move in one quarter of an inch it's within tolerant movement. Is that agreeable to you?" 

I pondered her proposal. The quarter of an inch would be to her advantage. She would be able to do things that would drive me wild. I didn't care but I wasn't going to give her a quarter of and inch for nothing.

"Sure, I guess so but I want something in return," I answered. 

"What do you want?"

"That you can't close your eyes. We have to look at each other all the time."

This was a problem for her. I had seen the damage she could do by closing her eyes and concentrating and wanted to counter her advantage.

Reluctantly she agreed, "Okay, I won't close my eyes and movement is restricted to just in. If you move in and out that's fucking."

"Agreed," I said, remaining still and watching the wheels turn in her head. A minute passed. We watched one another closely. I wondered how long I could hold out without moving. How important was winning to her? It was becoming less and less important to me. 

"Well, do you want to do it?"

"What's that?" I asked as if I didn't know her plan.

"Do you want to push in a quarter of an inch?"

God, what kind of question was that? I wanted dearly to push in another quarter of an inch or more, much more. Looking down to where we were joined I wondered how either of us would know how far a quarter of an inch was. I knew her plan. If I gave her another quarter of an inch to work with she could do serious damage. She would grip and squeeze and torture my cock and have me pumping furiously before I could say stop. I didn't move.

"I didn't do that!" I shouted before it came to me what was happening.

Laura had depressed her ass in the mattress and let it push her back up. The movement had been delicious. I was almost certain she had drawn me in by a fraction of an inch, a fraction of an inch more that she had to work with.

"Sorry, that was not intentionally. It was a reaction."

"A reaction to what? Reactions are not permitted," I said, sure that she was cheating.

"Reactions are permitted if movement is anticipated," she spoke with the authority of the rules committee.

"Anticipation? What? Did you anticipate that I was going to move and that is why you reacted?"

"That's right and don't close your eyes."

I had shut my eyes because I was frustrated by the new rules she was introducing. Reaction to anticipated movement had not been mentioned before. And now she had another quarter of an inch to work with. I considered pulling back to get my quarter of an inch back but she would have called me for fucking and I would lose. I couldn't let her see that I was weakening.

"Your reaction just cost me a quarter of an inch," I accused her.

"Do you want it back? I'll give you a quarter of an inch back. Push in," Laura said as if she was appeasing me.

"No, no, no, you took a quarter of an inch from me. To get it back I need to pull back."

"You know you can't do that. It would be fucking and that's against the rules."

"You did it again. You're doing it," I was screaming insanely, angry and frustrated because it felt so good. She had anticipated movement on my part and grabbed another fraction of an inch of my cock which she was expertly grinding into submission.

"Kiss me," she ordered.

"No touching, I would lose," I said, thinking she was trying to trick me.

"Kiss me, I cheated, you win," she barked, wrapping her arms around my back and lifting her lips to mine. With one swift buck she engulfed my cock and made me slam into her like a magnet drawn to iron. 

We fucked furiously, grinding our bodies together, biting, scratching, moaning, mumbling words of endearment, crying together and taking a full three minutes to orgasm. It took another five minutes to reenter reality.

"Did you let me win?" I asked when we were able to talk. 

"No, I didn't let you win," she laughed as she positioned herself on my chest and her cheek next to mine. "I was trying everything to break you and when I couldn't I tried cheating. I wanted to win so badly that I lowered myself to cheating. But I couldn't stand it. I wanted you so badly that I gave up. You won the first round but now I know how to play the game. Next time I'll win."

"Next time? When is that?"

"As soon as you're ready," she answered without hesitation. I groaned. "Why? Didn't you like it? Didn't you like the anticipation? I thought it was intense."

"Sure I liked it. But it was so extreme that it wore me out. Being hard for that long took a lot out of me," I lamented. I had never seen Laura so competitive before. We had quibbled about a fraction of an inch.

"We'll do something else. We'll do what you want," she said, sounding sleepy.

I patted the cheeks of her ass, rolling the flesh in my hands. She snuggled contentedly to my chest and was soon sleeping.

It was the middle of the night and sleep did not come to me. In a few hours we would be parting at the corner near the brothel to be separated for over a month. 

An hour passed. Laura slept contentedly. I listened to her breath and felt her chest expand and contract next to mine. She moved and I thought she would roll off me to find a more comfortable position but I felt her hand squeeze mine. I squeezed back and she returned it. I wondered if she was sleep squeezing. I patted her ass as a test. 

"You're awake," she whispered in a sleepy voice.

I patted her bare ass again.

Her hand moved to my thigh and traveled upward until it made contact with my cock. "Can I use this for a few minutes?"

I moved my right leg to give her better access. "You can use it as long as you want," I offered.

"I'm going to do something nice for you. What would you like?"

"It's not necessary. You've already done something nice for me."

"Oh no," she laughed, "I did that for me. Now I'm going to do something nice for you because of the last three weeks," she tugged at my cock which was growing, "you came to visit me in the hospital," she tugged again, "and you took me places," tugging again, "even when you could have had a date with Huley," tugging, "you took me to lunch and you gave me the ring," she lifted herself up to balance above my cock. 

I propped myself up on a folded pillow so I could see what she was going to do. 

"Let's play modified restraint," she suggested.

"Fine by me," I said, a little curious about what she had in mind but not really caring what we played.

"We'll change the depth to two inches."

"Okay," I said, knowing that at two inches she would have the advantage. I would be giving up in less than a minute.

"And we can touch each other. I get to play with your nuts and you can play with my tits." 

"Sounds good," I agreed, eagerly eyeing her tits, tantalized by the way the nipples were already becoming taunt. 

"Say when," she said as she took my testicles in her left hand and begin to lower herself slowly over my glans and continued until I yelled for her to stop.

"You went too far," I said, reaching out with both hands to feel her tits, forgetting that I was supposed to tell her when to stop. 

"You didn't stop me," she accused me, having fully seated herself on my cock. She sat there kneading my balls and grinning down at me. 

"You did that on purpose," I managed to say, shuddering from the way she was rolling my cock around inside her, not caring that she was taking advantage of me. 

"I'll correct it. Tell me how far to back off," she said, easing her body up. She watched me closely, waiting for my signal that she had reached the right depth.

"Stop," I said, estimating that two inches of my cock was buried within her. 

She stopped but too late. She had passed the point that I estimated to be two inches. 

"How's that," she asked, her left hand still holding my balls and her right hand spread out on my chest for support. 

"You went too far. It's too shallow," I said, unable to say by how much. I didn't care.

"I'll correct it. Tell me when to stop," she said, beginning to lower her pussy on my shaft. 

"Stop," I said, squeezing her tits to emphasize my command. 

She came to a halt, peering down at me, a mischievous grin on her face, "oh, did I go too far? Do I have too much of you inside me?" 

Squeezing my balls in her small hand and rolling them between her fingers, "You'll have to tell me." Rocking forward with her tits pushing my hands back and bringing her wide-eyed, open-mouthed face near mine, lingering there, massaging three inches of my cock which she had managed to capture. "Do we need to make an adjustment?" She asked in a raspy growl, rocking backward without releasing any part of her hostage. 

Balancing herself with her hand on my chest she resumed the vice-like grip and release technique that made me insane. 

Frustrated beyond reason, I slammed into her, bringing my pelvis off the mattress in a series of deep probes that made Laura release my balls and bend forward to kiss me hard. 

She repositioned her entrance just above me to accept my long thrusts, letting me do the work. From my place on the bottom I pounded her relentlessly and listened to her moan praises in my ear. 

When I ran out of steam and slowed the cadence she pushed back, matching my tempo. We were one, wanting it to last as long as possible.

Laura could have brought me off at any time but she refrained from using any tricks. I watched her facial expressions change from a weak smile to a frown with the wrinkled brow to a far off stare. At times her tongue appeared in the corner of her mouth but she didn't stop, not even when her eyes rolled back and she gulped for air. Once she screamed and bit my shoulder and once called my name but she did not stop, not until she felt the blast within her. 

She crumbled upon me, her hair covering my face, wet and matted, the ripples all but gone. Our breathing was faint and halted. My head was pounding and there was a ringing in my ears. The ringing wouldn't stop. Why won't it stop? Laura heard it too and tried to move to shut it off but she was stilled from exhaustion. 

The ringing stopped and the message on the answering machine came on, giving the caller instructions to leave a message after the beep. Laura's limp body was dead weight upon me, making it hard for me to breath. 

My mind was paralyzed. Was I dreaming or had I professed my love for her? Had Laura said she loved me too? 

"Tess, Tess are you there? I don't know what to.....Tess, its Mollie....I don't.....Tess?"

"Rachel?" Laura had crawled part way and then dove for the receiver. "Rachel, what's wrong?"

Laura sat on the side of the bed talking into the receiver, her body rolled in a ball. After one hysterical outburst she spoke in a calm voice giving instructions to the caller. When she hung up she crawled back across the bed and into my arms.

"I have to go," she said, her cheek next to mine.

"I'll go with you," I offered.

"Tell me when thirty seconds is up. I want to hold you." 

I rubbed her back and patted her ass as I counted the thirty seconds. Her body tensed when I announced that it was time. We got up and dressed. There was no mention of what we had admitted to one another.

{To be continued. Please Vote. Please Comment. Feedback is important to this writer. Thank you.}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 20



We dressed hurriedly in the same clothes we had worn to have dinner with the Waites the night before. With the exception of Laura's dress everything was strewn around the room where we had removed them to play restraint.

I had only heard Laura's part of the telephone conversation. She had told the caller, Rachel, to calm down and call 911. But apparently Mollie had said not to call the emergency service. Laura had to convince Rachel that she would not get into trouble. Laura had to demand that she make the call.

I had never seen Laura nervous. She asked me to hurry and to slow down in the same sentence. It was nearly 3 A.M. and there was no traffic on the roads but it took us twenty-five minutes to cover the fourteen miles because I refused to exceed the speed limits. Chief Slocum had warned me that if I got stopped in his town there would be no favors from him. 

Laura used the time on the road to put on her stockings and brush her hair. As an afterthought she removed the ring and handed it to me. She had removed the ring from the chain while we were with Mr. Waite and had worn it while we played restraint. I put the ring in my inside jacket pocket.

"Let me out, I'll walk," Laura said, scooting across the car seat for a farewell kiss as we approached the corner where we usually parted. 

"Bull shit!" I said as I rounded the corner. In addition to the fire department ambulance there was a police car and two other cars parked in front of the brothel. Laura did not argue with me when I parked in back of the police car and got out to go inside with her. 

The house was in turmoil. Laura glanced in the direction of six men seated in the crowded waiting room and headed down the narrow hall. She looked back to see me following and took my hand. 

I recognized Ralph and Kelley as we entered the first room on the left where Mollie was the center attraction. There were too many people packed in the small room. I had met Ralph a few weeks before when we were painting the brothel. Kelley was the girl Laura had sent to our house to do Mary Ann for me. 

Two policemen were standing in one corner of the room. Kelley and three other girls in scanty dress were huddled around Mollie. Ralph and the two firemen were urging Mollie to let them take her to the hospital. 

Laura surveyed the room and took charge. Looking at the policemen, she smiled and said, "Thank you for coming. I'm glad you're here." They didn't acknowledge her but she was already tapping one of the girls on the shoulder. "Rachel, go out and see if you can do some business. If none of those gentlemen want you, tell all of them to leave."

"Can you boys help us with that? I don't want them there when we wheel her out." The cops nodded and followed Rachel.

"You're not going to wheel me anyplace," Mollie's voice was weak and halting but there was passion behind her statement. 

"Ralph, please return to your station and be ready to turn those gentlemen over," Laura said to him before turning to me.

"Honey, there's a bottle and glasses in the hall closet. Will you go out and play bartender? Keep the gentlemen busy, please." Her look was serious, almost frightened but she paused a moment to purse her lips and pinch my chin.

I followed Ralph out of the room. Laura was giving instructions to the other three girls. 

The two cops had taken their places near the door in the crowded front room where Rachel was offering her services, first to one and then another. The men were eyeing the police skeptically but the third man she spoke to stood up. She took his hand and led him down the hall to her room. I found the bottle of whiskey and offered drinks to the five guys. Three of them let me pour a drink for them. The forth said he would take a drink after he got some pussy.

When the next girl appeared, the guy who said he would take a drink later was the first to stand. I winked at the two policemen as the couple left the room together. They grinned back.

Another girl came into the room. "Hi, I'm Teresa. Who wants to fuck?" One of the remaining men stood up and handed me his empty glass. "I do," he said.

"Hi Randy," Kelley said as she entered the room. She came close and I gave her a hug. 

"See what you missed," she laughed, bending to show me her bottom. The transformation from the timid kid that Laura had sent to our house to do Mary Ann for me was incredible. She was now a mischievous little trollop with a pocket full of confidence. 

"You're looking good, Mary Ann," I said. All three of the remaining men were standing. 

It was a good thing the policemen were there. The three guys almost came to blows over who would get Kelley. We gave her the option of choosing which one she would take to her room. I poured the two losers another drink just as the cart with Mollie strapped to it was being wheeled through the room.

Laura came to me. "I'm going with her. That's the only way we could get her to go," she informed me.

"Tess, you're not leaving us," one of the waiting men said. He seemed to know her. 

"I'm afraid I have to go with my friend," Laura said to the man, "we'll see you next time."

"Aw Tess, we drove a long way to see you. These other girls don't stack up next to you."

Laura laughed the bawdy harsh laugh I had heard her use in the hotel bar one night over two years before. She grinned shamelessly at the man. He rose as if he was going to approach her.

Laura took me by the arm and guided me to the two policemen. "Thank you boys, Chief Slocum is going to hear what a big help you've been to us tonight." The man had stopped and was watching us.

Turning to me, Laura touched my cheek with her small hand. "I hate to ask but will you stick around and see to it that everyone clears out?"

As I agreed to stay Laura kissed me, long and intense. 

"Wow, he must be your old man," the man standing in the middle of the room said. 

"That's right Sully, he's my old man," Laura said as she strolled to the door, lavishly swinging her hips.

The two policemen said that if there was nothing more they could do they would be on their way. We watched from the door as the ambulance pulled away. Walking on air because Laura had said that I was her old man, I told the two police officers that I could manage and thanked them once more for what they had done for us. 

I watched the operation from the hallway entrance. Ralph would knock on a door and the couple would appear shortly after. When the room was occupied again he would watch from his hide-away station. When the door opened he would take long strides to collect the money from the outstretched arm.

Three of the four working girls took two guys each to their rooms and Rachel coaxed one more to her room before we closed for the night. The men all wanted Kelley. I couldn't blame them. She really looked hot and her saucy personality gave her an edge on the docile disposition of the other girls.

Ralph motioned for me during a lull in the action. He had made a pot of coffee. "We don't usually let them drink in here. We're not licensed for liquor and those cops saw you pouring drinks. Give all these guys a cup of hot black coffee and make sure the drivers are sober when they leave."

It was after 5 A.M. when the four girls lined up at the door to wish their customers a good night. Some of the men handed the girls folded bills as they left. 

I went outside to see who was driving the cars. Sully, the man who had asked Laura if I was her old man, was driving one of the cars. "This is a first," he said to the other men in the car, "We've got a male madam and he's walking us to the car," causing his passengers to laugh.

After the second car pulled away we locked the front door. That's when the atmosphere in the brothel changed. The girls became argumentative and raunchy. The older girls accused Kelley of stealing their tips. An argument ensued about whose turn it was to take the first shower.

In Mollie's absence Ralph gave instructions, telling them to strip their beds and assigning the order for them to shower. Just as he had told me to make sure the drivers were sober he spoke to the girls with authority. 

"It's been like this since Tess has been away. Mollie relies on her to keep order. They don't listen to me," he said. We were in the kitchen where he was making breakfast. 

"They scattered when you told them what to do just now," I countered.

"It's because you're here. They know you'll tell Tess if they give me shit," he said. I felt sorry for the big man but noted that there was no malice in his voice. I wondered if he was satisfied with his station in life. He seemed to take it for granted that he was there to serve and protect the girls, the main commodity of the business.

"How did we do tonight?" I asked, wanting to know if Mollie's seizure or what ever it was had affected business. 

"Oh, shit! Thanks for reminding me," Ralph said. He was transferring hot bacon to paper towels to absorb the excess grease. "Mollie and Tess are the only ones with the combination to the safe." He took a brown envelope out of his pocket to show me before replacing it. "We did good but what am I going to do with this cash?"

The girls came into the kitchen one by one. They were dressed in sleepwear, some with nightgowns, others dressed in pajamas. We sat at a large round table, drinking coffee or tea. When Kelley appeared it was apparent that she was wearing a teddy under a skimpy bathrobe. She took a seat on my lap.

"How did Tess get you?" She was running her fingers through my hair as if she was totally enthralled. 

The others looked interested, all seeming to know about my relationship with Laura. Since they had not seen me before that night I wondered how they could know. Laura was not the talkative type.

"Yeah, tell us how she got you," the one called Teresa spoke up.

Breakfast was being served. I complimented Ralph on his cooking as I dug into the pancakes, bacon and eggs he placed in front of me. 

"If Tess wanted you to know I'm sure she would have told you," I said to Teresa.

She waved me off. "Aw, we've heard it all from her. We want to hear your side. We know you say she's your second piece of ass and she calls you her R & R. We want to know how she did it. How did she get you?"

The others all chimed in. Kelley, who had gotten off of my lap and taken the seat next to me, patted me on the arm. "We want to know how she picked you out. How did she know you had....what's that?" She looked around the table, searching for help. 

"Potential?" Ralph suggested.

"That's it, potential," Kelley agreed. "How did she know?"

I hadn't been introduced to the fourth girl. "It's potential for a fucking disaster if you pick the wrong one," she said sarcastically. "We want to know how Tess knew she could trust you. Potential doesn't count unless there's trust."

"You'll have to ask Tess about how she knew," I said. I had asked her once. She had said it was when I told her about Mary Ann that she knew I was going to be her R & R. Trust came later. But I wasn't going to reveal this to these girls. I was sure they didn't know how deep the trust ran. I was certain they did not know that Laura had signed over everything she owned to me. If Laura had wanted them to know she would have told them herself.

"Tanya's just bitter. She picked the wrong guy a couple of times," Rachel explained.

"I picked the wrong guy more times than you can count," the girl with the sarcastic attitude said. I decided her name was Tanya. She had one stray eye and a scar down her left cheek.

I was proud of myself. It was 6 A.M. and the sun was coming up. I was having breakfast in a brothel with four whores and the bouncer. Music was blaring from an upstairs radio and none of us were sleepy. 

I felt like my presence was required. I was serving as the girls' entertainment and in so doing I was helping Ralph keep the four girls in line. The bickering between them had stopped. The conversation had turned to relationships that had gone bad. They were in agreement; trust was rare.

The telephone rang. Ralph answered it and handed the receiver to me.

"Hi Honey. I'm so sorry. You haven't had any sleep. Are you okay?"

"Don't worry about it. What happened? Do you want me to come for you?"

"It's her heart. She had a second attack after we got to the hospital. Or the third, they don't know. She's in intensive care. I can't leave her just yet but if you can pick me up later....I'm going to work tonight...you're going to miss school. ....sweetie, I'm so sorry."

"Stop worrying about it. Let me pick you up so you can get some sleep.
 "Can you stay awake until you get here?"

"Sure, should I come to get you now?"

"Okay, we'll get some sleep and maybe I can come back? Do you mind?" 

"We'll get some sleep and go back."

"Tuesday's your heavy schedule, you're going to miss your classes," she said again.

"Laura, Ralph wants to know what to do with the cash from last night?"

There was a long silence before Laura spoke. "Can you remember three numbers?"

"Yes."

"Don't write them down. Turn the knob left until 31 passes zero three times," she began. When we hung up I had the combination to the safe in my head.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. "Where's the safe?"

Ralph directed me to the stairs. As we left the kitchen I heard the girls ask one another why I had called Tess "Laura". 

"That's her real name, I seen it on a letter she got," Kelley told them.

When Ralph wanted to know about Mollie's condition, it made me realize that the girls had not asked if she was going to be alright. 

Ralph pointed out the safe in one corner of a small office. He handed me the brown envelope and turned to go back downstairs. 

I turned the tumblers left, then right, and then left again, hoping I had memorized the combination and instructions correctly. Holding my breath I moved the handle down. The door opened and I added the envelope to other brown envelopes on the bottom shelf. Alone in the office I looked around. In addition to the safe there were two file cabinets, two chairs and a desk with..... "Fucking Hell Damn," I cursed out loud. The only item on the top of the desk was a picture of Laura and me standing in front of the Corvette. It must have been taken the day she gave me the Red Sox baseball cap because I was wearing it. My arm was around her and we were smiling like we had the world by the tail. 

Laura had brought the camera on one of our R & Rs together but I had never seen the pictures. While overseas, I had asked for a picture of her but she would not send one, saying that I remembered what she looked like. I had wondered if she was afraid that someone who knew her from the brothel would see the picture and cause trouble for me.

The rest of the upstairs was laid out very similar to the downstairs. There were a series of small rooms. Tiptoeing down the narrow hall I peeked into each room until I saw the teddy bear I had once given Laura. "Fucking Hell Damn," I murmured under my breath. On a nightstand were several photos, some of me, others with the two of us smiling at each other like we were the only two people on the earth. 

The teddy bear and the photos were the only proof that it was Laura's room. In addition to the small bed and the nightstand there was a closet, where, I was certain I would have found her smell. But I did not open the closet. 

Downstairs the girls were engaged in a discussion, I gathered, about the merits of cock size. The conversation halted when I came into the room.

"Is Laura going to be here tonight?" Rachel wanted to know.

"I think so," I answered.

"Are you going to be here?" Kelley asked me.

"I may be," I said as I headed for the door. "If I am we'll do Mary Ann."

"Promises, promises," Kelley laughed.

"What's doing Mary Ann?" I heard one of the other girls ask as I closed the back door, imaging the discussion that was bound to follow.

It was 7:30 A.M. when I found Laura in a waiting room near intensive care. She looked pale and drawn when she came to me. I waited while she checked on Mollie's condition. There was no change.

We were both quiet on the drive home through rush hour traffic. She checked on me, concerned that I would fall asleep at the wheel. As we passed the intersection where the Ollie's Autos sign stood high above us she didn't seem to notice where we were. She was busy reaching in my jacket to retrieve the ring from my inside pocket, a tired smile crossing her face as she put it on her ring finger. 

Charles and Eric greeted us when we got home. Upon hearing that we needed sleep they agreed to move their work and the noise to Sylvia's house for the day.

"I must call Harold," Laura announced at the back door. 

As we entered the bedroom we looked at one another and gasped, having seen the condition of the bed after our night of playing restraint in it. We decided to sleep in my room. Laura sat on the side of her bed and spoke to Mr. Waite. I undressed myself and bent down to remove her shoes. When I lifted the hem of her dress to uncover her legs she smiled at me, sleepily lifting her legs for me to pull her stockings off. 

She was telling Harold Waite what she knew of Mollie's condition as I lifted her dress over her head. As she turned her back to me for her bra to be unfastened she was telling Mr. Waite that she would fill in as the madam until Mollie could return to work. I wondered whose idea it was, Laura's or Mr. Waite's. I also wondered if Mollie would be able to resume her duties. 

We left our clothes on the bed and went to my room to sleep, me naked, Laura wore only her panties. Unlike her room, my room was not suited for daytime sleeping. There were no dark drapes on the windows. We slept restlessly for a few hours until I felt her stir.

"Are you hungry?" She asked when she knew I was awake. 

I went to find the shorts that I had taken off and stumbled into the kitchen to see what could be prepared easily. The clock on the stove said it was 1:30. I heard the shower running.

After gluttonously consuming the toast and scrambled eggs that I had prepared Laura suggested, with a glint in her eye, that we return to bed. "We'll get some more rest before we have to go," she said as we got back into bed. But when I saw her remove the T-shirt she had been wearing after her shower all thoughts of rest evaporated from my mind.

We kissed and I rubbed her smooth ass. We talked about the long night we had spent together, first the dinner with the Waite's, our business meeting with Harold, the games of restraint, how much we had enjoyed playing it and how we would change the rules, our experiences at the brothel and finally what was about to take place with Laura acting as the madam.

I placed my open hand at the small of her back, wanting to ask if the role as madam would include taking guys back to her little room on the first floor. But I remained silent, content to stroke her back and feel the ends of her hair tickle my hand.

"Did you....?" she swallowed and shifted her position, rubbing her leg against mine, "did you see the photograph?"

"Yes," I answered rapidly to spare her the awkwardness she must have been feeling. She had pictures of us together while depriving me of having a picture of her. 

"Did you happen to....?"

"Yes, I found it," I cut her off, almost certain that she was wanting to know if I saw the photographs of us on the night stand in her room.

She shifted her body, ran her hand up my side and placed one of her legs between mine, giving me a brief kiss before settling down with her face next to mine. 

"Did you look in my closet?"

She must have felt me shake my head, no. Rising above me and looking down quizzically, "how come? I wanted to know if you saw my black dress. I need it for tonight. The one I wore last night needs to go to the cleaners."




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 20



Her question surprised me. She didn't seem to be concerned that I had snooped around the upstairs of the brothel until I found her room. She wasn't asking why I hadn't opened her closet. I wanted her to ask. I wanted to tell her it was because I had not wanted to pick up her scent in that place. Instead, she was only concerned about what she was going to wear to work that night.

"Did you mean what you said?" I asked, thinking, how insecure am I? Earlier around the breakfast table the girls had asked how Laura had gotten me as if I was a prize. Now, a few hours later I was fishing for confirmation that she had meant it when she said I was her old man.

"I'm not sure," Laura said, giving me a jolt like a stab to the chest. "I'm not very fond of that expression. I'm afraid you'll begin referring me as your old lady or the old lady. I prefer thinking of you as my little brother or my boyfriend or my husband or my lover." She lifted her head to see my reaction.

"Fine by me," I said, attempting a smile. My lack of enthusiasm had not escaped her. 

"If you prefer I can go the other way. Do you want to be my old man? And I'll be the old lady?" 

"I'm partial to the other one," I said, overwhelmed by her offer to let me be her old man.

"Which one?"

"I like being your lover."

"Mmmm, now your getting me interested," she mused, lazily rubbing her crotch against my upper thigh.

{Stay tuned, more to follow. Your comments and suggestions are welcome. Your votes are appreciated.}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 21



Laura was crying when she came out of the intensive care unit. Mollie had been highly medicated and unresponsive. Further, reports from the medical staff had been vague and inconclusive. 

"Want to stop and get something to eat," I asked as we started north. We were going directly to the brothel because Laura wanted to be there before 8 P.M. since she still had to get dressed for work. 

"If you want," she said complacently.

Having had breakfast at the brothel and more eggs at our house after our nap I was in the mood for something more substantial. We settled for thick milkshakes which we could drink while driving.

Laura showed me how to take an alley to the back of the brothel where we could park the car out of sight from the street. We went in through the back door and made it to the upstairs office before anyone knew we were there. 

"Male appendage on the floor," Laura announced to the empty hallway causing four heads to pop out of doorways. Seeing me wave at them, three of the girls ventured out in various stages of undress.

"What's an appendage?" Rachel asked. "What's Randy doing up here?"

"He'll be in the office for a few minutes while I change. He's going to help me with the books so you can get paid. I just wanted you to know he's up here," Laura explained to the girls. She led me into the office and opened the safe.

"We don't bring males up here so I am breaking the rules. Ralph only comes upstairs when the toilet gets backed up," she whispered to me.

Laura pulled the brown envelopes containing cash receipts out of the safe. I was to verify Ralph's counts which were written in the corner of each envelope along with the date. Laura showed me how to make journal entries. 

"Yell when you've finished this part. I'll come back and show you the next step," she said as she left the room. 

There was an envelope for each day Laura had been away. The envelopes, in addition to bills, contained a sheet of paper with the names of the girls and their take for the night. I only had to check three of the papers to learn that Kelley was outperforming the others by a wide margin. By comparison, the amounts next to Rachel's name were predominately for straight fucks, the smallest charge, while Kelley did not do them. As a minimum, Kelley sold her clients suck and fucks. 

Ralph's handwriting was difficult to decipher but his counts were accurate. Some of the bills were new and crisp while others were rolled and crumpled, making we wonder where they had been. The denominations ranged from singles to 100 dollar bills. I recorded the take for each date and stacked the envelopes in date order.

"Tess," I shouted when I had recorded the last day's figures. 

"Whatcha doin?" I recognized Kelley's buttery voice. She had entered the room and was taking a seat in the second chair. She plopped her butt at the front of the seat and leaned back, crossing her bare legs to show red tights under the short skirt. It was the same outfit she had worn the night before when she had bent over to show me her bottom.

I let my eyes linger on the red panties too long. She caught me staring. "See anything you like?" she said blatantly, spreading her legs wider and showing amusement when I bugged my eyes out in mock astonishment.

"Isn't Tess taking good care of you?" Kelley said in a taunting way that made me stop showing my appreciation for the brazen display of her wares.

"Tess takes excellent care of him," Laura said as she entered the room. "What are you doing in here?" 

Kelley's demeanor changed to somber. She sat up straight in the chair and closed her legs.

"I want to see his appendage," she answered innocently, making Laura and me burst into laughter.

"Zip me up, will you honey?" Laura said, coming to stand with her back to me. The back of the black dress was open half way down the back. I got up and turned her around. The front of the dress was low cut and she wore a light covering of makeup. 

"We'll do it this way," I said, placing my arms around her and feeling for the zipper. 

"Tell her that I take good care of you," Laura said, her hands on my shoulders, keeping her cheek two inches from mine.

I fastened the top snap and patted Laura on the butt. "She takes excellent care of me," I said to Kelley who was watching us, a very sober look on her face.

Moving back from her I checked Laura's hair and makeup again. Her eyes widened and a furrow came to her brow when she saw me cock my head to the side. 

"Pearls?" I asked. She was wearing the chain. It extended to the valley between her breasts. I watched her swallow, her eyes held mine, telling me not to press the issue with Kelley in the room. 

I shrugged my shoulder as if to say, "Wear the damned thing if you must."

She lifted her hand to show the ring, the furrow returning to her brow.

"Can I see the appendage?" Kelley interrupted our silent conversation making Laura smile. Hurriedly, I lifted Laura's hand and kissed the ring to express my approval for her to wear it. 

"Be a dear. Go downstairs and see if Ralph has the front door open. Tell him I'll be down in a few minutes," Laura said to Kelley. 

On her way out the door Kelley paused. "I still haven't seen his appendage." 

Laura gave me accounting paper and showed me how she calculated each girl's pay. They had not been paid for the three weeks that Laura had been away but Mollie had given them advances which were to be deducted. 

An hour later when I was finished checking and double checking the pay envelopes I went down stairs to find Laura, wanting to tell her that I had locked everything inside the safe. But she was too busy to talk to me. 

Ralph told me the four girls were entertaining gentlemen in their rooms and there were more guys waiting in the front room. One of the doors opened and Ralph took four giant steps to take the bills from the extended hand. I went out the back door with Laura's pay envelope in my pocket. 

I was starving and wondered how Laura was going to make it through the long night with only the milkshake on her stomach. 

At home I made a sandwich and listened to the messages on the answering machine. In addition to a call about painting, Nadine had left a message for Laura wishing her well, Mr. Waite wanted me to call him and Huley had left two messages. She sounded angry on the first and frantic on the second message. 

I returned Mr. Waite's call first. Wanda said that Harold was out but he had wanted an update on Miss Foster's condition. I had anticipated the nature of the call. Mr. Waite would surely want to know about his madam but hearing her last name for the first time threw me for a loop. Wanda, the meek little grey haired lady who was not much younger than my grandmothers was asking me if Mollie would be able to resume her duties in Mr. Waite's whore house. 

I stumbled through the latest medical status of Mollie Foster as it had been told to me by Laura after our visit to the intensive care ward. Wanda listened intently to what I had to report and even sounded like one of my grandmothers when she chucked. "Did you enjoy your breakfast this morning Randy? I've never seen inside the place. Is it as exciting as it sounds?"

I relaxed and spent the next five minutes relating my experiences from the previous night to my new friend, Wanda Waite. She laughed and giggled like a school girl when I told her how philosophical the girls had been when speaking about the bad choices they had made. I did not mention their curiosity and the obvious envy they had expressed about the relationship that Laura and I enjoyed. 

While listening to the two messages Huley had left I stripped Laura's bed. "Where are you? You didn't call last night and you weren't in school today. Call me as soon as you hear this."

I hadn't called her on Monday night but she knew not to expect a call. I had told Rosita that I would not be able to call. 

"Where have you been? Call me. It's important. Call me, please."

Ollie Pettersen answered the phone and told me in a cold boorish voice that it was too late to talk to Julita. I heard a second receiver lift from its cradle and Ollie's voice screech, "Julita hang up the phone!"

"You hang up. Randy? Is it you?"

"Hi," I said, wondering why I had dialed the number. Ollie was right; it was getting late and I desperately needed sleep.

"Julita, hang up the phone. Mister Tucker, you're not permitted to talk to my daughter."

"Papa, let me talk to him. I haven't seen him since Saturday night."

"As I recall it was Sunday," Ollie corrected her. Quite right, I thought. It was Sunday morning when we had last seen each other.

"How's your eye?" I asked Huley.

"It's not her eye. It's her cheek," Ollie corrected me. Quite right, I thought. Two for two, Ollie is on a roll.

"It's better. Thank you for asking. Where were you? I waited all lunch hour in the cafeteria and I didn't see your car in the parking lot," Huley's voice sounded sad and distant.

"It doesn't matter where he was. End this conversation right now." Ollie screamed into the phone, making me decide it wasn't worth it. I would do as Ollie was demanding. 

"Hey Tess, I'll see you tomorrow. We can have a long lunch if you want."

"Stop calling her that," I heard Ollie shout as I hung up the phone.

If the phone rang again I didn't hear it. As I got into bed a dozen things were on my mind, Was Laura alright? Was she able to keep order in that mad house? When would I find time to study? How were Jimmy and the crew doing? Had my calling Huley "Tess" caused her trouble with Ollie? What did she have to tell me that was so important? 

Not having Laura next to me gave me an empty feeling. I had grown accustomed to her tits on my chest every night. Somehow I slept through the night. 

Charles wanted to know if Laura and I were able to get caught up on our sleep. He stopped short of inquiring why we had not slept the night before. I told him Laura would get the message that Nadine had called, knowing that once they talked Nadine would tell Charles about Mollie and why we had been up all night. 

I tried to say something to each of my instructors about my being away the day before. Two of them gave me a brief outline of what I had missed. The third dismissed my concerns as if I made a habit of being absent. 

"Don't look at it," Huley said when I studied the cuff mark where Ollie's hand had bruised her face just below the cheekbone. 

Over a ribbed turtleneck sweater, she wore a vest with a short skirt, both pinstriped, dark gray. Her hair was held together at the back of her head by a large clip. "You look good," I said, making her blush and smile.

It was the first time we had eaten lunch together since the previous Tuesday, the day before I had blown up our plans to spend the afternoon together in her room. Instead, I had taken Laura to lunch and shopping for clothes. I could not blame Huley for ignoring me the next two days and was surprised that she invited me to go with her to the party on Saturday night and Sunday morning that turned into a disaster.

The cafeteria was crowded and noisy. We could not really talk. I wondered what it was that she wanted to tell me. Huley fingered the clip at the back of her head. "Do you want me to take it out?"

"Yes," I said, trying to think how I was going to handle the situation. She was removing the clip to let her hair flow loose. She would expect me to want to run my fingers through it. She had afternoon classes, I needed to study. "Let's go to the parking lot," I suggested.

We walked past Huley's car. She stopped and looked my way but I shook my head, preferring that we sit in my car because the seats were more comfortable. The Vet had once been Laura's car. I preferred to remember it that way. And, I didn't want to just talk and I didn't think she did either. After all, she had removed the clip from her hair.

"What was so important? What did you want to talk about?" I asked once we were seated and I had a strand or her hair in my hand. It even smelled as light and soft as it felt. 

Her mouth was open and close. How long had it been since we had kissed? We had danced together at the party on Saturday night but had not kissed. I had been with her sister more than with Huley that night and she had danced more with Jerry than with me. Thinking of Petri made me recall waking up next to her in the motel room. How soft she had felt next to me. How she had snuggled against me and how she had called me the next day. Petri and I had talked for an hour.

"Aren't you going to kiss me? It's been forever," Huley was saying.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," I said as our lips came together. We were soon lost in the rapture, our bodies compressed, oblivious to the world around us. 

"Get a room," someone shouted, causing us to break the lip lock to see who it was. Two kids turned to wave at us. 

"You're going to be late for class," I warned Huley.

"He has a point," she said, referring to the kid's advice for us to get a room. She watched me, expectantly waiting for me to commit.

"I want to but......," hesitating as I felt Huley push away from me, beyond my reach. She was out of the car and walking fast, almost running back to the front door of the school when I got myself presentable to get our of the car. My prick was still stiff when I walked into the school library to study.

The afternoon was a waste. I tried to concentrate, reading the same page in the history text three times before I looked around to see if anyone was watching me struggle with my emotions. I was in another place.

It was the same motel room we had been in the Friday night we had skipped the football game, the same night Jake Trainer had been injured. I heard Huley giggle as I stretched the neck of the turtleneck to lift it over her head, getting her hair tangled in the process.

Some movement out of the corner of my eye distracted me. A blond across the open library room watched as I pictured Huley shake her head, making her hair swish from side to side before settling against her bare shoulders. She grimaced when I kissed the bruise her father had made on her cheek. I kissed her shoulder as I put my hands behind her back to find the catch that held her bra together. The bra was white, no black. The blond was getting up. What color was the fucking bra? 

I read the page again and turned to the next one. "White, it has to be white," I mumbled into the history text, reasoning that the sweater was off white. The vest was grey pin stripe. That would not be reason enough for the bra to be black. Finding the clip I unfastened the bra and uncovered her...... the blond was back in her seat. She had caught me staring. She was staring back at me, glaring really. Couldn't she tell that I was not looking at her? I dropped my eyes. What page was I on? A bell rang. It was 3 P.M. Two hours wasted. I had accomplished nothing. 

Driving north I checked the seats. Had I picked up all of my stuff from the library? What must the blond have been thinking? I had wasted two hours, two hours that could have been spent in the motel room with Huley. Again, I let my mind drift.

She made that little humming sound when I took a nipple between my lips. Her head was tilted back and the small of her back pushed her tummy into me. Her hands were busy with my belt buckle. The second nipple stood tall and bounced back when I released it. 

A horn blasted. "Watch it! Stay on your side of the road," a guy on my right yelled. Another horn sounded behind me. Shaking myself back to reality I realized I had been doing 25 in a 35 mile per hour zone and had let the car drift to the right. Stepping on the accelerator I vowed to stay alert the rest of the way home.

Jimmy had a serious expression on his face. He and Davey were finishing the house they had been painting since Monday but the lady of the house wanted them to do the interior of the house. Meanwhile, Charles had told Jimmy that the additions were ready to paint. 

"Is that all?" I patted Jimmy on the back. "It must be nice to be in demand." We knocked on the door and asked the lady if we could take a look at what she wanted done. I told Jimmy that I would come back later to settle up with the husband and give them our quote for the inside work. I assured Jimmy that I would speak to Charles and we would talk on the phone later that evening. 

"He worries about things going too good," Davie laughed.

Charles and Eric had just left when Laura called. She sounded tired.

"Did you get some rest today?" 

"These girls," she said. "I had forgotten how rancorous they can be. Every time I slipped off to sleep one of them would accuse one of the others of some petty deed. I miss sleeping with you already."

"Do you have to sleep over there? Want me to come and get you?"

"They would run roughshod over Ralph if I wasn't here. No, I have to stay."

"I miss sleeping with you too. When can I see you?"

"Can you bring those boxes of records to me? Do you mind coming by here on your way to school?"

Sylvia came in with a bag of groceries and began making us something to eat. I told Laura that Nadine had left a message for her and that I had returned Mr. Waite's call and spoke to Wanda, narrating only selected parts of our conversation, thinking that I would tell Laura what a fun loving person I thought Wanda was later, when Sylvia was not within earshot. I could see Sylvia's ears perk up when I told Laura about what had happened with Huley in my car that day and how I could not concentrate in the library that afternoon. 

Laura laughed and asked if Sylvia was getting red. I said yes, having watched Sylvia turn away when I related how I had drifted into a zone, thinking how much trouble I had visualizing the color of her bra and how Huley's nipple would bounce when I released it. I even mentioned the blond in the library and how she had glared at me when she must have thought that I was staring at her.

"Will our room be finished by Thanksgiving?" She changed the subject.

"Yes," I answered without giving it a thought. Thanksgiving was three weeks off. "But we won't have it furnished."

"We'll rent folding chairs and tables. I told the girls they are welcome to come for dinner. Will you cook?"

"Sylvia says she'll be glad to cook Thanksgiving dinner," I said, watching Sylvia give me a quizzical eye. 

Laura said she was concerned about Mollie, saying she wished there was some way she could visit her. I offered to take her on Saturday or Sunday. That seemed to please her.

Before we hung up I ask Laura if she was wearing the ring. 

"I never take it off," she answered with unequivocal somberness.

As usual, Sylvia had shown dismay at our banter but I could see that her curiosity and a hunger for more shocking conversation kept her hobbled in our kitchen. When I apologized for volunteering her services to cook Thanksgiving dinner she scoffed, saying not to worry, she would be honored to prepare our meal. I told her I would do the shopping if she made the grocery list.

We talked about how well the additions were turning out. She wanted to know about my classes. I could see that she was edging up to something. When she got the nerve she wanted to know if we had enjoyed the game of restraint. I wished Laura was there to see Sylvia turn various shades of red as I explained, as graphically as possible, the changes to the rules and the events that made the changes necessary.

"So the new game is called modified restraint. The depth of insertion is two inches and there is some limited feeling. The female gets to play with the guy's....."

"Stop, stop," Sylvia managed to say, covering her ears with her hands. 

When I said I had to go out to see a painting customer she bid me goodbye, volunteering to stay and wash the dishes.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 21



Going out the door I winked at her and was rewarded with a wide red-faced grin.

When I returned home there was a note on the kitchen table: "Remember, I'm a member of the rules committee. All changes must be cleared by me. I can only approve changes that have been demonstrated to enhance the game. S—"

Huley would not take my call. I called Jimmy to say the husband was not in agreement with his wife. The interior work was postponed indefinitely. "You can start on the additions tomorrow," I said. 

Study went better. When I went to bed at 12:30 the anxiety about getting behind had been erased. My newest concern was that I was sleeping alone for the second night in a row.

The brothel was quiet when I stopped by to deliver the three boxes of records. After knocking twice Ralph answered the back door. I ask how things had gone the night before. The question bewildered him at first but seeing my concern, "Don't worry about Tess, not while I'm here," he assured me. 

He told me to drop the boxes on the kitchen table, saying, "They just got to sleep." 

I dearly wanted to see Laura, even if it was only to peek in on her but I had to respect the rules of the house. 

At lunch time Huley sat with me but it took half the time to get her to open up. "Papa is taking us to get cars," she began. She was wearing the khaki jacket and slacks that I liked. She had a blue button down blouse under the jacket and her hair was pinned back with the same clip that she had removed for me the day before.

"What's so bad about that?"

"It's this weekend. He's taking Petri and me and some guys from the lot. We're going to drive cars back from someplace in California." 

"Cool," I said, visualizing the convoy, Ollie in the lead car with Huley and Petri following in those big cars he was partial to. 

"It's Saturday and Sunday. That means the only time I can see you will be Friday night and I can't stay out late because he says we have to get to bed early."

"What time do you have to be home?" Wheels were turning in my head. What if Laura needed me at the brothel? No, I decided. She wouldn't need me. She probably didn't want me there.

"He'll be at the lot until closing time. It will take 15 minutes to drive home. If you come at 6 it will give us 3 hours together."

"I'll be working until six. I'll be there at 6:30. Why can't I stay until 10?" 

From the look she was giving me I decided I must be stupid. I got the idea. Being in the house when Ollie got home was not an option. 

I was looking at the expression on Huley's face but out of the corner of my eye I was seeing the blond, the one from the library. She was talking to another girl, with one eye on me.

"Huley, I'm not going to sneak around. If I'm not welcome when he is there, I'm not welcome when he's away."

"Mama welcomes you. She says its okay."

"Oh shit," I murmured. Huley heard me. The blond was heading our way.

"What's wrong?" Huley asked. The blond was upon us.

"I would like to know what it is," she said. "Do I have my wig on backwards? What is it?" She was not a pure blond, not like Huley or even Laura. Her hair had a mixture of brown in it and it was not straight like Huley's and Laura's. There was a natural curl. Stalling for time, I decided quickly that I was not partial to her hair but there was something about her manner that I found soothing. There was something calming, even when the rest of her was raging.

"I don't know what to say," I began, trying to think what to say.

"What's this about?" Huley was seething.

"Let me try to explain," I said, motioning for Huley to settle down. "Your talking about what happened in the library yesterday," I looked first at our visitor and then to Huley because, by then, explaining what had taken place in the library to Huley was more important than placating the blond. "I had something on my mind. I was playing it out and just happened to look your way. I was not looking at you. I was looking past you. I didn't see you until you got up to check a reference or something."

"What did you have on your mind?" Huley cut in. The blond mulled over what I had said. It was then that I noticed her eyes. They were blue and bright but there was a resonance about her that held back. Her eyes searched but did not probe. She was bending over our table with her hands outstretched for support. Her figure was not exceptional and she did not dress to make it appear more than average. 

"What did you have on your mind?" Huley repeated the question.

"You," I said curtly, wanting to shut her up.

"Just now, you were watching me again." 

"You had me on your mind?" Huley wouldn't let it rest.

"You caught me," I tried to smile. "I saw you and was thinking about coming over to explain about yesterday. I wasn't watching you." I gave her one of those please-believe-me looks. She straightened as if she was satisfied. 

Time was up. Classes were beginning. The three of us walked back to where Huley and I always parted, saying little, except for Huley. She kept asking if I really had her on my mind. I told her I would call her that night. The blond seemed to be amused at Huley's insistence to get an answer. 

That night we made our plans. We would spend from 6:30 until 9 P.M. in her room. Huley wanted to know about the girl in the library and why I had let my mind drift. I told her that I could not study, thinking of the motel room and how I had to stretch the neck of the turtleneck to get it over her head. I told her how I had visualized her hair being mussed.

"I'll wear the turtleneck tomorrow night," she offered.

"What color was the bra? I had trouble picturing it? That's when I stared at the girl. I was looking in her direction, trying to see the color of the bra." The blond must have seen the puzzlement on my face. I would like to tell her, I thought, that I had been perplexed over the color of a bra. I owed her that much. 

"I won't tell you. You'll have to wait until tomorrow night," Huley teased.

"Strange," I muttered to myself.

"What's strange?"

"I was just thinking. It's strange that I had taken your bra off. I had taken your nipples between my lips because I remember how one of them bounced back when I let it go. How did I get the bra off without knowing the color?"

"You pulled my nipple out and let it bounce back? What did I say? What did I do?" 

"I don't know. That's when I zoned out," I said. No wonder I stared at the blond, I was thinking to myself.

The next day at lunch we honed our plan. Every second of the two and one half hours was planned. At 9 we would dress hurriedly and I would leave. As much as I hated being an unwanted guest in Ollie Pettersen's home, the threat of danger appealed to me.

The blond approached. Like the day before she was dressed almost matronly. "Were you watching me just now?" She asked a slight smile on her face. I had seen her sitting a few tables away but I had been very careful not to look back. I was about to tell her that when Huley spouted off.

"Can't you see that we're busy? We're discussing something very important."

Taken aback, the blond stopped in her tracks for a second before recovering and standing her ground. 

Thinking the blond needed more explanation, Huley held up two fingers. "We only have two hours together tonight and we're planning to make the most of it. At 6:30 my boyfriend is going to start taking my clothes off. He's naturally slow. I'm trying my best to give him tips to speed things up so he can fuck me more than twice but you're interfering with our tutor session. How can......"

"Stop," I said to Huley, threatening to cover her mouth with my hand.

"I wasn't watching you today, really," I said to the blond.

She put up her hands and backed away, mouthing, "I know." She was shaking her head, thinking, I was sure, of Huley's aggressive use of time. Her eyes were smiling.

Wanting to take a shower and eat a sandwich, I bowed out of work early. I must not have heard the phone ring while I was in the shower and I didn't think to go into Laura's bedroom to check the messages. Just as I was going out the door, right on time, I heard the phone ring.

Should I? Hell no! That's why we have the answering machine! Should I? What if it's Laura calling to tell me to have a good time? It couldn't be. She doesn't even know I'm going. I was standing with the doorknob in my hand when I heard her voice. "Randy, are you there?"

"Hi," I said, wondering if she would want to talk long. I would have to tell her that I had a date and time was of the essence.

"Honey, I hate to ask but......"

Aw shit! I thought. Who's going to tell Huley?

I was to go to the airport to pick up two new girls coming in from L.A. Further, I was to take Wanda Waite along because she had made the arrangements. Wanda wanted to inspect the girls personally before we took them to the brothel. 

"You know how busy we are over here. We desperately need help. If Wanda rejects these girls I don't know what I'll do. Don't let her Honey. Make sure she accepts them."

Aw shit! Who's going to tell Huley?

{To be continued} 



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 22



Had I made a mistake by picking up the phone? When Laura said, “I hate to ask,” I thought to myself, ‘who’s going to tell Huley.’ But it was Laura and she really did hate to ask me to run an errand. She didn’t know she was asking me to break a date. How many girlfriends, sisters, wives, lovers, all rolled into one ask you to pick up a couple of whores to make her life better?

Wanda Waite was ready to go. She accepted my arm and assistance getting into the car. The black Lincoln Continental her husband drove was not in sight but the house was well lit as we drove away. 

“I hope this didn’t take you away from anything important,” Wanda said when we were under way. 

Should I tell her what it was taking me away from? Should I describe what Huley had in mind for us to do? Would she be interested in hearing the barrage of four letter words Huley had unloaded on me as soon as I said I was not going to be able to keep our date?

“No, I wasn’t doing anything important,” I said, sparing Wanda the burden of feeling responsible for the break up which was sure to result from Huley being stood up twice in the past few days.

But I was not meeting two whores at the airport for Wanda Waite. I was doing it for Laura. And since Laura would never be told what she had cost me, there was no reason for Wanda to know either.

When we were comfortably seated near gate 16 where the two girls were expected to enter, Wanda produced color photographs for me to study. “We want to get a look at them before we introduce ourselves,” Wanda said, making me wonder what would happen if the girls did not meet her expectations. Would we walk away and let them fend for themselves?

The tall girl was dressed in riding attire although the photo had been taken in a studio. There was nothing in the shot that suggested she was about to mount a horse, no open barn door, no bale of hay and no rider’s crop. Were those spurs on her boots? A typed label at the bottom of the photo gave her name as Ruby Mae.

The second photograph was also professionally done but with a more believable costume. Brenda Sue was dressed in whore’s wardrobe. Much shorter than Ruby Mae, Brenda Sue’s uniform revealed stubby but well proportioned legs, ample breasts and dark hair with bangs above a somber expression.

“There they are,” I announced to Wanda, handing the photos back to her. Ruby Mae was in front of the other passengers, thick layered blond hair, lipstick that did not quite match the red blazer and short black skirt above long thin legs. They were her best asset. She searched the waiting crowd for a hint of recognition. 

Having done my part, pointing out the tall girl at the head of the line, I waited for Wanda to make the first move. Brenda Sue had caught up with Ruby Mae and had joined in the survey, looking, so it seemed, for a sign reading “Welcome to Harold Waite’s Brothel.”

Still Wanda stalled. I looked her way and watched her turn the decision over in her mind. Should we take these two birds into the nest?

“Go fetch them dear,” Wanda said, touching my arm with her gloved hand. 

That was a relief. At least she was going to accept them and we could bring them home with us, rather, to their new home at the brothel. The two girls would never know how near they came to being orphaned at gate 16, stranded in a strange city. Something told me they would have gotten by. 

Ruby Sue looked at me with disdain as I approached. In heels, she stood three inches above me. I decided to appeal to her traveling companion who I could talk down to.

“Brenda Mae, I’m Randy. I’m here to pick you up,” I said, faking as much enthusiasm as I could manage. 

The shorter girl smiled, letting anxiety drain from her face. 

“Who sent you?” The taller girl’s voice was harsh but high pitched which took the edge off of her hostility. 

I wasn’t sure if any names had been exchanged. Reluctant to say that Harold Waite, the principle owner of the brothel, had sent me I directed their attention to the grey haired lady seated some twenty feet away. Wanda Waite waived her gloved hand and gave us a reassuring smile.

“Ruby Mae, please step this way,” I said, hoping they would follow me to the seating area.

“How did he know my name?” I heard Ruby Mae ask Brenda Sue as we approached Wanda. 

In short time Wanda had them convinced that they were to go with us. With another wave and the use of her grandmotherly smile she offered my services to collect their luggage. After arranging and rearranging four medium sized bags in the trunk of my car we were on our way. 

Ruby Mae wanted to know which direction we were headed and how long it would take to get to our destination. She asked the names of the girls and who the madam was. 

I was able to give the details about where the brothel was located and when we would arrive. I gave the first names of the four girls working at the brothel but stopped short of giving the madam’s name.

Wanda, seeing my reluctance to say that Laura was filling in as madam because Mollie was recuperating from a heart attack spoke up. “A young lady by the name of Tess handles the front door. You’ll be reporting to her.”

The two prostitutes talked between themselves, deciding that they did not know any of the names mentioned.

“Doesn’t matter as long as I can do my thing,” Ruby Mae decided.

Brenda Sue spoke up for the first time. “Does this place stay open all night? I need to make some money.”

“You won’t be able to work tonight. The doctor will come by and see you tomorrow morning,” Wanda said as if she had been waiting for the question.

“That sucks!” Ruby Mae was beside herself. “We’re clean. I got checked out last week. That just shows me the place is not very busy. It’s Friday night. Are you saying those four girls can handle the business?”

“It’s busy. The four girls will be overloaded tonight but we have our standards. We’re not going to take risks,” Wanda said, sounding like she had the speech prepared in advance. I wondered if Harold had rehearsed the responses with her. 

We had traveled half the distance to the brothel. Wanda urged the girls to tell us about themselves. Brenda Sue was quiet but Ruby Mae didn’t mind telling an anecdote from her past.

“A boy named Freddie Ferguson took my cherry out back of the barn. My step-daddy caught us and started cuffing Freddie around the ears,” Ruby Mae began.

“Shit for brains, she’s got manure all over her backside. Why didn’t you go up in the loft?” 

“Freddie said it was too hot in the loft. Daddy told us to go down to the creek and scrub the smell off of me. If we didn’t get it out I couldn’t come in the house. We took off all our clothes and washed in the creek water as best we could. While our clothes were drying we did it again. After that we stayed away from that manure pile, I can tell you that.”

“That was a delightful story,” Wanda purred, dismissing the girls from further explanation of how they got to where they were in life. Instead, she drew me into the conversation, asking how school was going.

With time on my side, we were fifteen minutes away from our destination, I gave Wanda an overview of the paper I writing on the Fall of Rome. In the darkened car I rambled on, giving examples of the various possibilities of what had contributed to the downfall. The paper was complete, except for the end. I had not settled on a conclusion, what I considered the main factor. 

While speaking I had directed my reasoning toward Wanda who had nodded from time to time when I emphasized a point. Upon hearing snoring coming from the back seat I kept my voice low and spoke in monotones. But I kept talking, not to entertain Wanda but to see for myself if I had sound reasoning behind each argument I was setting forth.

As I turned into the alley that would take us to the back of the brothel Ruby Mae spoke, “I guess they’ll blame that on us too.”

“What’s that my dear?” Wanda asked, turning in her seat.

“That fall of Rome. Whores get blamed for everything else. They’ll stick us with that too.”

I felt Wanda’s hand grip my forearm, surprisingly strong but shaking. The shaking stemmed from her convulsing body which was seized in a quiet shudder. 

It was nine o’clock on a Friday night when we stepped through the back door. If not for the errand I would be leaving the Pettersen home to avoid being there when Ollie came home. It was hard to decide which was more exciting. The place was jumping.

Neither Laura nor Ralph had time to greet the new girls. We carried the four suitcases up the narrow stairs and found that they had been assigned rooms. They looked around their new living quarters appraisingly without voicing an opinion.

“Can we get something to eat?” Ruby Mae wanted to know.

“Sure, come down stairs after you get settled,” I said, hoping they would change into jeans or something more comfortable than their traveling clothes. I wanted some time to make sure it was okay with Ralph for us to use his kitchen.

Wanda and I made stacks of pancakes for the two new arrivals. Rachel came in and introduced herself and from time to time the others joined us for a cup of coffee. Even with the turmoil that was going on at the front of the building the atmosphere was casual in the kitchen.

I was beginning to feel at home in the mist of the company and I could see that Wanda was enjoying herself. She spoke kindly to the girls, searching for individual traits that made them special. She went out of her way to make Ruby Mae and Brenda Sue feel comfortable in their new workplace. 

The noise from the kitchen must have attracted Laura’s attention. When she appeared she was surprised to see Wanda and me still there, listening to the girls tell stories, each raunchier than the last. With merriment in her eyes she looked at us and pointed to the door.

“My, my, I never thought I would be kicked out of a brothel,” Wanda purred to the delight of the girls sitting around the table.

Laura spread her arms for me to come to her. “Thank you for going with Wanda,” she said, kissing me on the cheek then pulling my head down for a long smooch that made everything seem simple and perfect. For a short time the squalor of the surroundings was submerged. Floating above was the unmistakable aroma of Laura. 

The girls cheered. Even Ralph who was watching from his station made a sound that shook the floor. As Laura released me from her clutches I saw that it was a club that he had banged on the floor.

“I want to visit Mollie in the hospital on Sunday. If you come early we can sleep together first. Can we do that?” Laura had spoken to me but she didn’t attempt to hide her request from the girls, two of whom she hadn’t met yet.

“I’ll be here real early,” I assured her, hearing a rustle at the table.

Wanda was waiting for me at the door, watching Laura say goodbye to me. As I caught up with her we paused to hear an exchange between Kelly and Laura.

“Are you really going to sleep with him?”

“Yes, we’ll sleep some. It’s a wife’s right to spend a day in bed with her husband,” Laura answered Kelly before turning to introduce herself to the new girls.

When we reached the Waite house Harold came outside to greet us. He thanked me for running the errand and for bringing his wife home. As I walked to my car I heard Wanda tell her husband that we had been kicked out of a brothel.

As I fell asleep Ruby Mae’s comment about the fall of Rome came to mind, “We whores get blamed for everything.”

~*~

“I haven’t been on a ladder in a month,” I said, more to myself than to Jimmy as we pulled away from the house the guys were working on.

He gave me a strange look. “That’s not what we pay you for. Keep getting the jobs, we’ll do the ladder work.” 

Jimmy, Charles and I met Mr. Husky at the big house that Mr. Waite wanted us to inspect and report on. The flaws were so noticeable that even I could point them out. Charles and Jimmy kept me busy writing for an hour. Poor Mr. Husky followed with a painful expression on his face. 

“Did you notice the woodwork?” Mr. Husky asked as we made our exit. We answered in unison, assuring him that we had noted the carpenter’s fine workmanship from long past.

~*~

That night I walked from room to room in our small house as if I was in a stupor. It was Saturday night and I was alone. I was excited and wanted to call someone to tell them the news. I had told Jimmy and Charles that we were in the wreaking business and I’m sure they had told the others but I wanted to spread the news further. 

Who would I call? Laura naturally but I still did not have the number for the Brothel. Anyway, it was Saturday night. She would be too busy to talk. My family? There would be too much to explain. They did not even know I was in business. Huley? She was in California with her father. Anyway, she was mad at me

I sat back down at my desk and went over the numbers for the eleventh time. I could not concentrate. The doorbell rang.

“I like your bell,” Sylvia said as I let her in.

“The electrician picked it out. Laura hasn’t heard it yet but the chime can be changed,” I explained.

We stood in the center of the new room, careful to stand on the brown paper that had been put down to protect the floor finish Jimmy had applied. Sylvia admired the windows and the cathedral ceiling. Being empty, the room looked huge. We had not had time to shop for furniture. 

“I haven’t bought the washer and dryer yet and the laundry was the reason we had the room built in the first place,” I said. I was glad to have company. 

“You’ll have to check out the color of my paint when you see me home,” Sylvia said as if it was expected that I would walk her to her door.

“Come on, let’s have a drink,” I said, shoving her toward the kitchen and stripping her of her jacket in one motion. She had closed the library at 9 P.M., I decided, and changed clothes before ringing our new doorbell. She was wearing slacks and a sweater, both tight fitting and new, at least I had not seen her wear the outfit before.

We took seats across from one another at the kitchen table. I placed the scotch bottle and two glasses on the table and waited for her to pour her own drink. 

“Why are you looking at me that way?” Sylvia questioned me as she poured a liberal amount of whiskey in one glass and dashed a small amount of the amber liquid in the other.

She had caught me staring but I did not adjust my gaze. “Just admiring your sweater,” I answered without mentioning that I had noticed her eyes had a touch of mascara and the librarian’s single braid had been combed out. I had anticipated a blush and was not disappointed.

She took a sip of the drink and coughed. I got up with the intention of patting her back but she held up her hand. “Get the crackers. They’re in that cabinet, up top,” she ordered. 

I automatically reached into the refrigerator for the cheese and while I was up I poured her a glass of water. I had to tell someone the news and did not want more distractions.

“Silly,” she said. Sylvia jumped to her feet, got a knife from a drawer and came to stand in front of me. Knife in hand, she smiled down at me, unaware that I was tempted to raise her sweater and bite her tummy or at least make a sound that would send her fleeing.

“Thank you,” I said grinning, taking the knife. I wanted her to take a seat so I could tell her about the meeting with Harold Waite but she did not move. Damn it, I thought, how do I get her to sit down?

I stood up. Sylvia did not budge. We were standing face to face, inches apart. I knew that if I took a step forward and nudged her I could walk her backwards to her chair. 

“Do you like it?” 

“Like what?” I asked, thinking she must mean her new sweater and how her breasts strained the thin material. I needed clarification. She may have meant the way her hair was touching her shoulders and hanging next to her cheeks. She could have been speaking of the light application of lip gloss that changed color when she opened her mouth. Was it the way her dark eyes had been highlighted to make the pupils appear deeper? Whatever it was I liked it.

She closed her mouth to swallow. I had forgotten why I had stood up. I had forgotten what I was so anxious to tell her. The telephone rang.

Sylvia picked up the knife and walked around the table to her seat. The phone rang again.

“The machine will get it,” I managed to say. But the spell was broken. 

Sylvia was removing the wrapper from the cheese when we heard my voice urge the caller to leave a message followed by an offer to call them back. She drained her glass and looked at me. 

“Randy, Randy, please call me, it’s Rosita. There’s been a break-in and I don’t know who else to call.”

“Rosita,” I had made it to the kitchen wall phone. “What happened?”

“Want to go for a ride?” I asked Sylvia when I hung up the phone. Someone had broken into the show room at the used car lot. I was the first friend or relative that Rosita had found at home. She did not want to bother her father. Naturally I agreed to take her to the lot and assess the damage. Sylvia declined my offer to ride along.

Leaving the glass of scotch sitting on the kitchen table we locked up the house and I walked Sylvia to her door. “This has been the story of my life,” she said as she turned to wish me a good night. The anguish in her voice made me feel guilty for having to leave her.

Rosita had been upset when she called. It had taken several minutes to calm her down before she could tell me what had happened. Ollie and the girls had left her alone in the house and now she had the break-in to contend with.

When Sylvia had arrived I was happy to see her but I got the impression she had not come to hear about my meeting with Mr. Waite. From the way she was dressed and made up she had other things on her mind. While driving to the Pettersen home I wondered how our evening would have turned out had the phone not rung. 

Would I have gotten the chance to tell Sylvia about my good fortune?

The Waites had welcomed me to their home that afternoon. Wanda was still excited about the evening she and I had spent picking up the new girls and bringing them to their new home. She was almost boasting that we had been kicked out of the brothel by Laura. Mr. Waite, I was still not calling him Harold, took me into his study and closed the door, commenting that he had heard the brothel story four times since I had delivered Wanda home the night before. 

We were soon interrupted by Wanda who was announcing the arrival of another guest. A white haired gentleman entered the room. Mr. Waite greeted the man warmly and introduced Sid Parker to me as the owner of Parker Property Management. It was explained that Sid was had been invited to hear my presentation. 

They listened to my description of the defects we had found with the spacious old house. They showed no emotion when I told them the roof, plumbing and heating system would need to be replaced and the floors rippled so badly they were beyond leveling. Sid simply nodded when I said the wiring was suspect. Not even when I dropped the bomb, we were almost certain that termites were ingesting chunks of the floor joists did either of the gentlemen do more than raise an eyebrows. 

Mr. Waite took one last look at the estimate sheet I had prepared. “Can your company handle this work at these prices?”

Sid Parker caught me before I answered. Actually, he rescued me because I was not prepared to answer the question with confidence.

“How much would it take to knock it down?”

“I was going to get to that Sid,” Mr. Waite said.

I didn’t know. I did recall what Jimmy had said, “The land would be worth more if this place wasn’t here.”

The two gentlemen told me what they meant by knocking the house down. It would have to be done carefully without anyone getting injured. Anything that could be sold would need to be salvaged, even if it cost more to save than the item was worth. When finished, the ground where the house had been would be level and seeded with grass.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 22



I left the two elderly men to get Jimmy and Charles to go back to the house with me. When I returned to Mr. Waite’s house with our price to dismantle the old house Mr. Husky was leaving. His house had been locked but we didn’t need to get inside again. We walked around the house and worked from memory.

Mr. Waite looked at my quote and asked when we could start. “We just came to terms with Mr. Husky for the five houses,” he said, winking at Sid Parker.

We would have to hire more people. That is what was occupying my mind when I stopped in front of the Pettersen front door. Rosita came out before I shut off the engine and was seated next to me before I could get out of the car to assist her.

“You’ll never know how glad I was to hear your voice. I was beside myself. The salesman Ollie left to watch the lot didn’t answer his phone, I knew Phil and Clarisa were going to leave as soon they closed the tire shop, they go across the border every chance they get. I couldn’t call papa. My girlfriend’s husband is away. She offered to go with me but I’d much rather have you,” she stopped to take a breath. 

“And they left that thing,” she said, exasperated as we drove past the Vet parked at the end of the circular drive. “I can’t drive it,” she disclosed.

For the second night in the row an older woman was taking me away from something more interesting. While not as explicit as Huley, Sylvia’s dress and actions suggested that she had something on her mind. 

It was just as well. Being occupied with Rosita would keep my mind off of what might have been. That was important. I would set the alarm for 4 A.M. in order to be at the brothel at 4:30. Laura had promised that we would spend the day in bed together. The mere thought of that promise was better than anything I had missed.

“I hope I’m not taking you away from anything important,” Rosita was saying. She had settled down and was speaking calmly. Where had I heard that before?

“Nothing important but I’ve got a full day scheduled for tomorrow.”

“I’ll bet you’re going to study. Finals are coming up soon aren’t they?”

“That’s right,” I said, thinking. I’m going to study every inch of Laura’s body and she will study mine. I’ll give her a test and if she gets anything wrong I’ll make her do it over. 

“I know how busy you are Randy. That’s what I tried to tell Huley last night but she doesn’t understand. She’s never had to work like we have.”

“Did you have to work?” I asked, realizing I had never thought about Rosita’s past life. I had met her parents. They did not look like task masters.

Rosita gave me a glimpse of her career before she was married and after, saying that she still had a hand in the business. “Ollie can be childish at times. He needs to be disciplined when he gets out of line.”

We saw the flashing light from a police car as we approached the intersection. Rosita became agitated and fidgety. I tried to reassure her that the police were there and it wouldn’t be as bad as she was building it up to be. But, it was.

A plate glass window had been shoved into the showroom. Sheets of heavy glass were leaning against the one car on display, a vintage Packard convertible with leather upholstery and steering wheel cover. 

The show room was in shambles. There were papers littering the floor. The key cabinet had been thrown at the far end of the show room and left a long diagonal crack in the glass. Keys for every car in the lot had landed in branches of a potted tree, except one. Rosita was able to identify the missing car by the one empty spot on the lot. The thieves had taken Ollie’s most expensive car, a one year old Cadillac.

The police had things under control. In addition to two uniformed officers a man with a leather jacket and baseball cap introduced himself as detective Leroy Stuart.

Disturbed as she was, Rosita controlled her nerves to answer the detective’s questions. Seeing that she was going to okay I explored the rest of the building. I followed skid marks from the showroom to a door leading to two offices, deciding that a heavy safe or cabinet had been slid from the larger of the two offices. Drawers from desks and file cabinets had been emptied and left upturned on the floor.

I heard the detective ask how heavy the safe was and what it contained. Rosita didn’t know the answer to either question. She introduced me to the police. They asked if I could take care of boarding up the windows and I said yes. With that they left, detective Stuart saying he would be in touch with Mr. Pettersen on Monday. 

I called Jimmy and gave him the approximate size of the window that had been knocked out. In the hour that it took him to round up plywood and two by fours Rosita and I picked up the loose papers and replaced the car keys in their box.

When Jimmy arrived he apologized for taking so long to round up the materials. It took us another hour to board up the front of the building.

Rosita thanked Jimmy profusely. I joked that she didn’t know he was the real owner of our company and did this sort of thing all the time. I walked Jimmy to his van and tried to explain how pleased I was that he had been able to locate the materials and make the building secure. I didn’t want to tell him why it was important to me that we had helped Rosita Pettersen in her time of need. “Believe me, it’s a good thing we did tonight.” Jimmy took me at my word. 

It was nearly midnight when we arrived at the Pettersen home. Rosita had said over and over that Ollie would settle up with me when he got back the next day. 

“Please don’t let him call me tomorrow,” I said, thinking that I didn’t want him calling the house when Laura was there. She might answer the phone. Besides, I didn’t want to be disturbed by Ollie or anyone else. “I may disconnect the phone tomorrow,” I joked.

“Please come in,” Rosita said. I could tell she didn’t want to be alone. She had talked constantly since we had left the lot. She smiled and seemed to relax when I jumped out of the car and came around to open her door. 

“Call me Rosita,” she said when I thanked her for bringing me a sandwich and beer. She excused herself and I settled back on one of the sofas in the family room. When she reappeared she was dressed for bed in long pajamas and a robe.

She wanted to know if she could bring me another sandwich or a beer. I declined, saying it was time that I got going. But she wouldn’t hear of me leaving. “Stay with me for awhile,” she said, sliding down against me on the sofa. 

She was still a bundle of nerves. I rubbed her shoulders and listened to her talk. I could feel the strain drain from her muscles and from her voice as I massaged her neck and shoulder blades, careful to not go lower. This is my ex-girlfriend’s mother, she’s, let’s see, seventeen years older than me, I thought.

Rosita admonished Ollie for not having an alarm system or paying a security company to check the lot at night. The mention of Ollie’s name, I noticed, was the only time her voice rose above a monotone. I could tell she was getting tired by the way her voice wavered. I continued to rub her neck and gently pull her hair. She was purring when she nodded off. 

What do I do now? If she wakes she’ll want me to stay. I was afraid I would go to sleep. I did.

A barking dog woke me. My upper body was in a prone position but my legs were extended to the floor. Rosita was still leaning against me with her legs on the sofa. Her hand was on mine and my hand, my god; my hand was resting on her breast. 

I eased my body from under her and fell to the floor. My feet, still in their shoes, had gone to sleep. Now flat on her back on the sofa Rosita was making little slurping sounds. I crawled to the kitchen where, with the help of a chair, lifted myself to my feet. By the clock on the stove it was ten to five. “Shit, I’m late.”

“Shut up, shut up!” I heard the next door neighbor talk to the barking dog in a quiet but urgent voice as I let myself out the Pettersen’s front door. I tiptoed to my car and turned the key in the ignition. The sound of the engine got the neighbor’s attention. He gave me a stern look as I saw his mouth move, “shut up!”

I arrived at the brothel at 5:30, an hour late by my plan but Laura didn’t know I was late because I had not told her my schedule. She could, however, tell that I had slept in my clothes. She didn’t say anything in front of the girls but I could tell by the raised eyebrow that an explanation would be in order when we were alone.

Ralph invited me to sit down and have breakfast. I accepted, wanting to have some time to work on the story I would tell Laura. While listening to the girls and watching their interaction with Laura I decided to tell her the truth. “You remember Huley? Well, her mother called…..” I would tell Laura about my night with Rosita and how Jimmy and I had replaced the missing glass with plywood, leaving out the name of Ollie Pettersen.

The two new girls, Ruby Mae and Brenda Sue had worked their first shift at the brothel. Everyone was getting along and Laura was giving warning that she expected things to remain that why while she spent the day in bed with her hubby. 

I could see that Ruby Mae was going to challenge Kelly for her spot as the big earner but so far they we only jousting to see who would win the prize for telling the raunchiest stories. 

Looking around the table at Laura, the love of my life, Ralph, the giant and the six girls who each had their reason for making their living on their backs, I could not help but think, they have let me in and I am at ease. 

What a great day was in store for us. I took a second helping of everything and grinned at Laura. She grinned back.

{To be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 23



It was 6:30 A.M on a Sunday morning in November and we had the day ahead of us. Laura had changed from her madam's dress to the loose fitting pants and shirt she so often wore. In twenty-five minutes I would have her undressed and we would be in her bed. She took her seat on the passenger's side but when I started to close the car door she grabbed me by my jacket lapels and pulled me to her. 

"You smell like a whorehouse," she said accusingly. I thought she was joking. We had just come out of the brothel. I kissed her but she pulled back. "And you taste like sausage." I still thought she was kidding. I had had two helpings of everything on the breakfast table.

As I closed the door it was evident that she was serious. A few minutes before she had grinned back at me from across the table. Now, her jaw was set and her eyes told me she was angry about something. Was it Rosita's smell? That would be easy to explain.

I wanted to talk about something else on the way home. I wanted to tell her about the meeting with Mr. Waite and being awarded the contract to dismantle one of the houses he had bought. Instead I had to tell about Sylvia being there when the telephone rang. Before I knew it I was not telling, I was explaining about how Jimmy and I had secured the front of a business with plywood where thieves had knocked out the glass. I was explaining how upset Rosita had been, how I had massaged her shoulders and neck and how she had gone to sleep beside me. Laura sat silently, staring straight ahead as I explained how I had gone to sleep and been awakened by a barking dog.

"Where was your girlfriend?" Laura wanted to know, looking my way for the first time.

"She's not my girlfriend. I mean, she's mad at me. I think we're breaking up. She's gone away for the weekend." I had put my foot in my mouth. There was no way I was going to tell Laura why Huley was mad at me, even if I had to lie. She was not to know that I had stood Huley up twice because of her.

"And her father?" She wasn't interested in why Huley and I were breaking up. That was a relief.

"They're together. Huley went with him."

"What's their name? You talk about Huley and Rosita but what's their name?" This was not like Laura. She had never asked me probing questions before. Was she jealous? Did she not trust me? 

"There's something I left out," I said, trying to change the subject. I told her about waking when the dog barked and discovering my hand on Rosita's tit with her hand covering mine. I told of my thinking, this woman is 17 years older than me and told of my feet being asleep and how I had crawled to the kitchen before I could raise myself up.

Laura snickered at my shock of discovering my hand on Rosita's tit but she soon recovered.

"What's the family name?" She was being persistent about the name. I was going to have to tell her it was Ollie Pettersen, the man who had bought the Corvette from her and later, when she wouldn't give him what he wanted, had burned her butt with a cigarette.

"Do you remember when I said there was one thing I couldn't tell you?" I was trying one last thing.

"What's that got to do with the family name?" She asked. I had never seen Laura in a hostile mood before. It scared me.

"That's what I can't tell you. I mean I can, if you insist I will," I said, crumbling. 

Laura was pensive. I drove and watched her out of the corner of my eye. She was biting her lip, and then she nodded. She had it. "It's him isn't it? Does he have a Mexican wife?"

"Her father's Mexican American. Her mother's Swedish I think. Remember I told you Huley has blond hair? She's one quarter Mexican."

"You've been screwing Ollie Pettersen's daughter?" Laura was screaming at me. Tears were welling in her eyes. I had not seen her that upset for a long time. 

"Only once," I said defensively.

"You've been with her at school and the party you told me about. You've been to their house. How could you? He's an animal and you've been hob-knobbing with him."

We were pulling into our driveway. I pressed the breaks and reached for her. "Let me explain." She fought me off.

"I'm not touching you until you wash that whore smell off," she said, getting out of the car and running toward the back door. 

She ran through the new room ahead of me without stopping to see the new paint and the way the floor glistened. I rang the new doorbell but Laura pretended she didn't notice.

To make matters worse I had not put clean sheets on her bed. It had been stripped since the day we played restraint. It must have been the bare bed that brought her to her senses. She may have realized that I had been busy. She turned to give me an appraising look. 

"Take your shower. I'll make the bed," she said, sounding almost sympathetic.

But the sympathy she may have felt did not last. While in the shower I heard water running. Laura was scrubbing her makeup off. When I closed the bedroom door behind me the room was dark. All I could see was the light on the answering machine which reminded me I had vowed not to let a ringing phone disturb us. 

"What are you doing?" Laura said from her side of the bed.

"I'm unplugging the phone," I said. There was no response.

By feel, I discovered that she was wearing the long night gown. Not a good sign, I thought. But she didn't object when I put my arm around her. She covered my hand on her stomach with hers. 

"Anything else you want to know?" While showering I had decided to tell all. 

"Later," she said, patting my hand. She sounded tired.

Keeping secrets from her had been hard. I was glad she had found out the identity of Huley's father. I wanted to tell her everything but she had said later. Feeling her hand slip from mine I knew she had gone to sleep. 

I was tired too but I could not sleep. I was letting Laura's bad disposition bother me and the large breakfast I had eaten didn't help. Getting out of bed I tiptoed out of the room and walked from room to room. On the kitchen table were three glasses. The one Sylvia had used was empty but mine had not been touched. The straight scotch smelled strong. Lifting the glass to my lips I took several sips and chased them with the water I had poured earlier for Sylvia.

When I returned to the bed Laura reached for me. "Hold me," she murmured in the dark. With her in my arms everything seemed better. When I awoke Laura was not in the bed.

"There was nothing to eat in the refrigerator so I found your car keys and went to the store," Laura said when I found her in the kitchen. She came to me for a kiss. Her hands felt warm on my bare back and her cheek was soft against mine.

"That's something else I haven't had time to do," I lamented. Sylvia often brought groceries when we had dinner together but I had not told her Laura was going to be home for the day. I hadn't had a haircut for a month and had not cleaned or done housekeeping chores for weeks.

"Can you find time for a shave?" she laughed, brushing her hand across my chin.

We had a sandwich and a glass of milk. There was a bowl of fruit in the center of the table. Laura gazed across the table at me like she was seeing me for the first time. 

"When were you going to tell me?" Her voice was calm and mellow, quite a change from the early morning when she had first discovered that I had been, 'hob knobbing,' as she put it, with Ollie Pettersen.

"As long as I could, I guess. But now I'm glad you found out," I answered, being very careful to make eye contact. She watched me speak, casually peeling a banana. 

"Did I hear you're breaking up with Huley? Why?"

I nodded and took a banana from the bowl. "She's breaking up with me because I've broken two dates in as many weeks," I said, wishing immediately that I had explained the reason for the breakup differently. There was any number of other causes that made the breakup inevitable.

Laura was pensive. Cautiously, she asked, "did you break the dates because of me?"

I had sworn to myself never to let her know but in a way I was glad she had made the discovery. "The first one was the Wednesday afternoon when we went to lunch and then shopping. The second was Friday night when I went with Wanda to pick up the new girls."

"Oh my, oh my, it was me. Honey, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say something?"

I laughed at her, thinking that she would see my lack of concern over loosing Huley. When she didn't respond I told her about Huley being a self-absorbed spoiled girl who let her temper rule her behavior. "She has a lot of Ollie in her." 

"If she's that bad why did you get involved with her?"

Since I was revealing the one secret I had been keeping I decided to answer honestly. "Two reasons. She's a very attractive girl. She drives your car. By getting to her I was getting to Ollie."

"NO!" Laura's mouth flew open and she was out of her seat, flying toward me. "NO! I won't have it. He's a dangerous man." Her arms were around my neck and she was kissing my face. I felt her damp cheek next to mine.

I pulled her into my lap. She sat there but she was on edge. With her left arm around my neck she alternated telling me to end my plan to get even with Ollie and hitting me on the shoulder with her free hand. The third time she banged my shoulder it was beginning to hurt. When she did it again I slapped her ass a few times and the next time she did it I slapped her ass harder. Her state of agitation was dwindling. The next time I slapped her ass she giggled. It became apparent that she was hitting my shoulder so I would slap her on the butt.

Suddenly she jumped up and shed her pants and shirt. She took her seat on my lap wearing only panties and a bra. My cock was beginning to stir in my shorts.

We talked for an hour. I told her about seeing the blue vein in Ollie's forehead when Huley wanted to take me to her room and again when we had gotten home late from the party. I told her about Ollie striking his daughter and how Rosita had settled him down. I even told her that I had given Huley the nickname and gotten Ollie's attention when I had called his daughter Tess.

"I don't like it. You don't know what he's capable of."

"Don't you see? He knows that I know. The night he hit Huley I told him he may as well have burned her on the butt with a cigarette."

"You didn't!" She exclaimed, hitting my shoulder again which escalated into another round of trading shoulder hits for ass slaps. I soon had her giggling again. She was beginning to take notice that my cock was expanding beneath her.

"As of last night I've slept with his wife and both daughters."

"I thought you said nothing happened," Laura said, pushing herself away to look at me.

"Nothing did happen. We fell asleep together on the same couch, that's all," I said.

"I'm glad nothing happened," she said, rubbing her bra against my chest.

"Ollie doesn't know that. And now he's indebted to me. I've got him where I want him," I boasted. 

"Stop talking that way. Let's forget the whole thing. My ass has been repaired like new."

She stood and turned her back to me. "Want to see?" 

There was so much more I wanted her to know. I had not told her how Sylvia had been dressed and how she had acted the night before when we were interrupted by the telephone call from Rosita. I had not told her about the meeting with Mr. Waite and Sid Parker, the property manager. I was still excited about getting the contract to dismantle the old house. But her offer was too attractive to turn down. I followed her into the bedroom.

We left the door open to partially light the darkened room. Laura turned and came to me. We kissed and I rubbed her back between the bra strap and her panties. I would have been content to remain in the embrace but she had other ideas.

"If you want to see my butt you'll have to pull my panties down," she whispered in my ear.

I went to my knees and looked up at her. She turned her back to me and I lowered her panties. In the soft light from the hallway I could see both cheeks of her ass, smooth and curved. "They're both perfect. I can't tell which one was repaired," I said, kissing her left cheek.

"That's not the one," she said.

"I know. But it's the one I was smacking in the kitchen," I said, giving the left cheek another kiss.

"No it isn't," she corrected me. She was looking over her shoulder at me, having kicked off the panties.

"I know," I said, slapping the left cheek and then kissing it. She giggled. I did it again.

"Do the other one," she said, pleading and giggling in the same breath.

I kissed her right cheek where it had been repaired, making Laura shiver. I slapped the cheek and kissed it again. 

"Let me do you now," she said as I gave her right cheek another slap followed by a kiss.

Obediently, I rose to my feet and turned my back to her. Laura lowered herself to her knees behind me and took hold of my shorts. She pulled them down slowly.

"Kick them off and spread your legs," she coaxed. I complied.

"More," she said, "I want to see your balls dangle while I play with your butt." 

I felt her lips touch my left cheek, followed by a loud slap. She squeezed the cheeks of my ass, slapped them and kissed them, alternating from one side to the other. The sequence of the kisses, slaps and squeezing became random until I didn't know what to expect next. I felt her small hand lift my balls and felt her lips suck the sack into her mouth. Kisses, slaps, squeezes and sucking were coming in on particular order. She was making me crazy and very hard.

"What would you like? I'll do anything you want," she said as she rose to her feet and turned me around to face her. She looked down at my cock, appraising the results of her efforts. "And I mean any.....thing, ennie....thingie," her voice low and gruff. 

"I would like to take off you bra for starters."

She turned her back to me. I found two little clips and undid them. Pushing the shoulder straps down I let go and watched Laura lower her arms to let the bra drop to the floor. She turned her head when I cupped both breasts in my hands, standing well in back of her because my cock was standing straight out between us. 

"Does Rosita have big tits? Mine must seem small. Is this how you slept with her?" She teased.

"I don't know how big her tits are. It wasn't like this at all," I said, rolling her tits in my hands. 

"You said you woke up with your hand on her tit and she was holding it there," Laura said, placing her hands on top of mine.

"I didn't say that. I didn't squeeze her tit the way I'm doing yours. I didn't roll her nipples the way I'm rolling yours," I said, playing along with her teasing.

She turned to me. "You didn't say what you want to do. Did you hear me say I would do anything you want?" 

She moved from side to side, bumping my cock with her stomach each time she moved. I had an idea.

"Let's do C. C. Stone." 

"What's that?" Laura asked, curious.

"You said your husband was self conscious about the size of his cock and you told him he was huge to build up his self esteem. Let's do C. C. Stone."

"With that?" She asked, looking down at my cock.

"We'll only use part of it." 

"Are you sure that's what you want to do? Did you hear my offer to do anything you want?"

I was sure. Once Laura heard that I wanted to do C. C. Stone she took over. 

"Do you have one of those rubbers left?" she asked, referring to the package of prophylactics I had bought when I was dating Lacy.

"Don't tell me C. C. Stone wouldn't do it without a rubber," I said, ready to do something else if I was going to have to wear a rubber to do C. C. Stone.

Laura wanted to use only part of the rubber as a marker. Cutting off the balloon, she rolled the band from the rubber down my cock to simulate the length of C. C. Stone's cock. I congratulated her for her inventiveness but had to stop her when she could not decide where to place the marker. She kept rolling the band back and forth, teasing me unmercifully. Satisfied with the placement of the band she jumped into the center of the bed.

"Now C. C., you know you can't put that giant thing in me until I'm ready," she said, spreading her legs wide and watching me approach from the end of the bed. "You'll have to do something to get my little pussy to open for you."

"What would you suggest?" I asked, seeing that her cunt was moist.

"Oh, C. C., I don't know. I'm just a little Alabama girl. What do the sailors talk about doing for girls when you're out at sea?"

"Well, the guys talk about licking a girl and finding her clit and sucking on it but I don't know if it would work on a little Alabama girl. I've never heard them talk about Alabama girls. They only talk about girls they find in sea ports. They say it works real well on sea port girls."

"C. C., we could try it on this Alabama girl. It might work," Laura said demurely.

She sucked in air as my tongue touched her labia. She tucked both legs back, folded at the knees. I kissed her ass cheeks and licked her slit with robust abandon. 

"Oh, C.C., I think its working."

She was teasing me but I didn't care. She made grunting sounds and squealed when I made the slightest contact with her clit. She praised me saying, "C.C. you're doing it. You're making me a sea port girl." 

But when she slipped and said, "Randy, fuck me," I laughed to myself. I would remind her later. 

When I moved up to comply with her demand I saw that she had let go of one leg and placed her hand on her mouth, aware of her slip up. 

"Careful C.C. Remember, I'm just a little Alabama girl." 

She took my cock and eased it into her, feigning a look of shock on her face as I went in. I watched for the marker where I would stop. 

"Oh, C.C., don't move. Let me get used to you. You're so big."

"Does it hurt?"

"A little," she said, grinning. "Kiss me; kiss your little Alabama girl."

I thought she was playing a trick, wanting me to push the rest of the way in but she just wanted to kiss. With her mouth open she probed deeply with her tongue.

"Thank you," she said when she released me.

"Thank you," I answered, smiling down at her.

"Thank you for saving yourself for me. That's what I meant." Her eyes were moist and there was a maudlin look on her face.

Then she was back in character. "C.C. you're filling me up. It's so good the way you bang me with that bat between your legs."

I was being careful to not go deeper than the marker and Laura was careful too, only meeting my trusts half way. I picked up speed and she picked up speed with her praise, saying C.C. over and over. 

Then I noticed two things. She had released her legs and had a hand between us. I felt her fingers on my cock. She was adjusting the marker. When I looked down I could see that she had moved it about an inch, an ingenuous look on her face.

"Oh, C.C., you're getting bigger. You're growing right before our eyes," she said gleefully, fully matching my thrusts.

I abandoned keeping a watchful eye on the marker, disregarding my role as C.C. Stone and Laura was no longer saying his name. She had wrapped her legs around mine and was breathlessly urging me on with grunts and squeals. We had forgotten C.C. Stone. The marker was pushed back as far as it would go. I felt her legs give mine a tremendous squeeze and go limp. I pushed into her deep and waited for my seed to eject. Her fingers were entwined in my long hair. Neither of us said anything, we were too exhausted to talk.

After a shower the pillow talk was fun but serious. Laura thanked me again for saving myself for her, admitting that thinking of me with another woman made her jealous.

"Was that what was bothering you this morning?" I asked.

"I smelled her on you and let my mind run wild. I'm sorry I was suspicious," she said.

"I didn't tell you about Sylvia. I think she was up to something and I have to say I don't honestly know what I would have done if she had come on to me."




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 23



"You would be asking for trouble. Sylvia's emotions are not something you want to play with," Laura cautioned me. She was running her fingers through my chest hair, talking lazily but seriously.

"I know that. I think Sylvia knows it too. Thanks for reminding me."

"I'm going to have to find a way to look in on you more often to keep you out of trouble," she said, rising to peer down at me. There was mischief in her eyes.

She reached for my cock. "If you're looking for trouble look this way, I'm all the trouble you need." With a single move she swirled her tongue around the head and took it deep, immediately causing it to expand. Satisfied that she had me ready she straddled my legs.

"This is what I dream of before I go to sleep each morning," she said, grinning as she edged her pussy toward the head of my cock. "Here comes trouble," she announced as she moved up to take more of me. 

Laura moved in a slow deliberate way, making every downward trust better than the last. When she wasn't talking she was twisting her mouth, making cute contortions to illustrate the same exotic thrill I was receiving. 

"Is this enough trouble for you? Think of this when you're tempted to stray," she said, giving an extra hitch in her movement as she bottomed out on me. "How's your little Alabama girl doing?"

"You're doing swell," I answered, trying to match her facial expressions with the delight I was taking in having her on top of me. She smiled and picked up the pace. 

Shrieking, she collapsed upon me. I stoked her back and held her. She whispered unintelligible things to me. I explored her back, all the way to the crack of her ass.

"That tickles," she said when she was able to talk. She was milking me, the squeezing thing she did to my cock that I liked. It was not long until she had me grunting encouraging things to her. She giggled when I announced that I was coming. 

Laura wore the dress and nurse shoes that Sylvia had picked out for her. We would go visit Mollie in the hospital and then have something to eat before going back to the brothel. As we approached the intersection where Ollie's used car lot was located I noticed that she was sitting up in her seat, wanting to see for herself where Jimmy and I had placed the plywood where thieve had made a hole in the front of the showroom.

It was apparent by the additional cars parked around the building that Ollie and his group of drivers had returned. After seeing the plywood Laura turned to me, looking self assured and confident. As far as she was concerned the Ollie chapter of her life was past. 

We were so comfortable with one another that it was scary. She had discovered my secret and was okay with it. What she didn't know was that as far as I was concerned there was one more Ollie chapter to go.

{To be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 24



{My thanks to those who have read and commented on previous chapters of this series. Welcome to new readers. Familiarity with characters and events described in previous chapters is recommended. Read chapters 1 through 23.}

On Monday Huley interrupted my conversation with two guys who had applied for the painter helper jobs. I was in the process of telling them we could use them on Saturday when she broke in. 

"Your phone was busy last night. Papa wants to talk to you," she advised me before walking away. 

The two guys and I watched her go. She was headed to a table in the back of the cafeteria where several jocks were sitting. I decided the one wearing a back brace must be Jake Trainer. I was grateful that Huley had not made a scene. 

The two new hires grinned, probably thinking they knew what was behind Huley's remark. They had no idea.

After classes I went by the house to re-connect the phone and the answering machine before making my rounds. Charles was working alone, putting the finishing touches on Sylvia's addition. I spoke to him about building a picket fence along our back line when he finished the addition. "Tell Sylvia what you're up to before you order the materials. She's sure to want the fence to extend along her back line too," I said. Charles grinned, saying he would talk to Sylvia.

Eric was working with the painting crew. The guys were all excited about the contract Mr. Waite had given us to raze the old house. Eric told me about a painter that was looking for work. Lacy's brother had let him go due to lack of work. 

"If he's interested in helping demolish a house send him by to see me," I told Eric. He told me Jack had mentioned he might call me to see if I could give him some work. 

Huley had given my phone number to her father. Ollie Pettersen was gracious, grateful and accommodating. He praised me for coming to the rescue of Rosita in her time of need and apologized for the way he had told me I was not welcome in his home. He told me to send him a bill for securing the showroom and when I said there was no charge he offered to take me golfing. "Julita says you're free on Wednesday afternoon. We'll have a light lunch and try to get in 18 holes. Come by the lot," he ordered. Refusing was not an option. I said okay. 

The next day I took a sandwich and two pieces of fruit for lunch. If Huley was going to snub me I was not going to waste an hour in the cafeteria. I would go to the library for part of the lunch break.

That afternoon I asked the guys who played golf. Eric raised his hand. We made arrangements to go to a driving range and hit balls after work. I had not played golf since high school.

Eric and I hit a bucket of balls each and then he watched me hit two more, giving me tips as to how to shift my weight and tighten my swing. My goal was to not embarrass myself the following day. He offered to loan me his clubs. It was a basic set that would save me having to rent clubs. We went to a shop where I bought shoes and golf balls. 

I talked to Eric about making the adjustment from the military to civilian life and was glad to hear him say that the job with our company had made it easy for him to adjust. We both avoided saying anything about Lacy. It occurred to me that he thought he had taken her away from me. I was just glad that Lacy and I were on speaking terms. Her sister was probably still mad at me for bruising her ass while playing whack. 

There were two messages, one from Laura and one from Mr. Waite. Not having the brothel telephone number I returned Mr. Waite's call. He wanted to see me the next day. "I want to go over the wrecking schedule with you," he said.

My plan was to have our whole crew available on the day after Thanksgiving. The seven of us plus the two new college students would be able to make a good start if solid plans were in place. I wanted to put Charles in charge of the project but first I had to clear it with Jimmy. Then Charles and I could put the schedule together and fix responsibility. Mr. Waite sounded perturbed when I told him I did not have the schedule on paper yet. He wanted to see me anyway. 

"What time do you want to see me?" I asked, wondering how I was going to tell Ollie I could not make our golfing date.

"Make it seven. Bring Laura. Wanda has something special planned for dinner. She's had me break down the table to seat six," Harold was in a jovial mood.

Bring Laura? Did she know? Was that why she had called? Table to seat six? Who's the other couple? My mind was cluttered with these thoughts when the telephone rang.

"Honey, where were you?" Laura asked. "It doesn't matter. Did you talk to Harold? I need something to wear. Can you take me shopping tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said. I would call Ollie and say something had come up. Actually I was relieved that I would not be spending three hours on the golf course with him.

"Can we say 5 P.M.? I want to get some rest before tomorrow night. That will give us two hours to select two dresses and drive to the Waite's. Bring me shoes and underwear and stockings. I'll shower here and dress at the store."

"What color shoes should I bring?"

"Black I think. Don't bring the other things. I'll call the dress shop and ask them to have some dresses ready to try on. I can pick up the underwear and stockings to go with the black shoes."

"Sounds good, what's this about?"

There was a short pause before Laura said, "It's a surprise. Wait and hear it for yourself."

"Aw, you can tell me. I hate surprises," I whined.

"Randy?"

"Yes?"

"Bring money!" She was gone.

How am I going to find time to go to the bank? I thought. Why couldn't we write a check for her purchases? Then I remembered, Laura didn't like writing checks when we could pay cash. Her pay envelope was still in the jacket I had worn the night I made the journal entries for her. Problem solved.

"Damn it," I muttered to myself when I saw the book Huley had loaned me. It was still on my desk. I had not returned it and now I would have to catch up with her at school. 

Quarterly finals were less than two weeks off. There was to be a week long break between Thanksgiving and the new quarter which would begin the first Monday in December. I really could not afford to take time to play golf on Wednesday afternoon, the day I usually spent in the library. But Ollie had been adamant about wanting to thank me properly. I didn't call him to cancel.

I had an idea. I would use the shoes as an excuse for visiting the brothel to interview the girls. While getting my clothes lined up for the next day, I set the alarm clock for 4 A.M. 

"What are you doing here?" Ruby Mae asked when she saw me come through the back door. She was standing next to the kitchen table, ready to take a seat. But when she saw me she continued to stand, towering over me in four inch heels.

"I'm bringing Tess some shoes," I said to the new girl, thinking that I did not owe her an explanation but the other answer that popped into my mind would create a bad atmosphere and that was something I wanted to avoid. I had risen at 4 A.M for better reasons than upsetting the serenity Laura strived to maintain in the workplace.

"I don't like strange men popping in when I'm on break," she spat at me as she took a seat. 

The small piece of material around her waist revealed her shapely legs and the fishnet bra she was wearing did little to hide her small breasts. Her legs and tits were exactly as I had envisioned on Friday night when Wanda and I had picked up she and Brenda Sue at the airport. 

Rachel joined us, poured herself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the table. She listened to me tell Ruby Mae that I had also come to interview her and her coworkers for a paper I was doing for school.

"You can interview me Randy," Rachel volunteered. "What do you want to know?"

I took a seat, deciding I would take advantage of Rachel's offer. 

"The other night when I met Ruby Mae she said something I want to follow up on," I said to Rachel before turning to Ruby Mae.

"Do you remember saying that whores get blamed for everything?"

Ruby Mae eyed me cautiously with something between disdain and curiosity in her expression. "What about it?"

"I was wondering if the others feel the same. How about you Rachel? Do you believe that prostitutes get blamed for everything?" 

"Why do you call us prostitutes? Why don't you call us whores or hookers?" Ruby Mae cut in before Rachel could answer my question. It was just as well. Rachel was deep in thought.

"Prostitutes sounds more respectful than whores or hookers," I answered Ruby Mae.

Rachel had formed her answer and was ready to reply. Timidly, she looked at Ruby Mae for clearance to have the floor but Ruby Mae was not ready to yield.

"You know why we're called hookers?" Ruby Mae directed her question at me, a confident smirk on her lips.

"I know," Rachel raised her hand.

"I've heard," I said.

Ruby Mae didn't let either of us answer. "General Hooker let whores follow his troops. They got the name Hookers because they were Hooker's girls."

"It was during the Civil War," Rachel was moved to add.

"All wars have had camp followers," I said, not to challenge Ruby Mae's superior knowledge. I was saying it to reinforce my premise that moral decay had contributed to society breakdown including the fall of the Roman Empire.

"See, that's what I'm talking about. Whore's get blamed for everything," Ruby Mae said triumphantly. I noticed that she was now tolerating my presence.

"That's what I was going to say," said Rachel, a downhearted look on her face.

The other girls joined us, rowdy and buoyant. Ralph appeared and then Laura. She was surprised to see me.

"What are you doing here?" She bent down to pinch my cheek and give me a quick kiss.

"I brought your shoes," I said, disguising the real reason I was there. She took the shoes from me and the brown envelope containing the night's take from Ralph and disappeared up the stairs.

As the girls came and went, taking turns showering and returning in a variety of comfortable clothes I kept the conversation close to the same theme. I was looking for their perspective on modern day society and the whore's role in shaping morality standards.

Naturally I ate breakfast but did not overdue it. Having breakfast with them was part of my cover. Taking notes would have made what I was doing obvious to Laura and I doubted she would tolerate it. My memory would not be perfect but if I assigned a quote one of the girl's made to the wrong name, Mrs. Davenport, my history instructor would have no way of knowing. As long as I got the quotations reasonably close to the way it had come out of the girl's mouth my deception would not be found out. 

I made one blunder. I happened to mention to the girls what I was doing.

"Randy's interviewing us for a paper he's writing," Kelley said to Laura when she joined us. She had changed to cut-offs and one the sweat shirts we had bought while on her birthday shopping trip.

Laura was about ready to take a seat on my lap when she heard Kelley reveal what I was doing, or trying to do.

"What?" She asked, jumping from my clutches. "You're not!"

For the second time Laura was kicking me out of the brothel. On the way out the door I heard Teresa say, "Spell my name right Randy."

"What's got you so attracted to them?" Laura asked. She had followed me out the door. I turned and took her in my arms. Reluctantly she let me. 

"I came to see you," I said, running my hands over her back. It was 6 A.M. I needed to go home and write down as many of the girl's quotes as I could remember. But I wanted to hold her as long as I could too.

"What do we have to do with what took place over 1600 years ago?" Laura was rubbing my back.

"I see it as a parallel," I answered, moving my right hand to her rump.

"You've got to stop coming here unless you're invited," she had one hand on my ass and was letting me pull her to me.

"You could save me a trip," I ventured to say. 

She was very receptive to my kiss. We were at the back door of the brothel locked in one another's arms. She pulled her lips from mine. 

"I could, couldn't I?" She took me by the hand and lead me back inside. The girls around the table looked up in surprise when they saw that I was with Laura. She placed her hand on my chest and backed me to the cabinet counter. "Stand here, do not sit down again," she ordered as she ran up the stairs. 

"What's she doing?" Kelley spoke up. The girls were looking at one another, speculating among themselves as to what Laura was up to. 

"Looks like she's taking off early, right Randy?" Tanya said, looking at me. I nodded confirmation, smiling to myself, not moving from where Laura had told me to stand.

Laura returned with her shoes and a small case. She turned to address the girls and Ralph.

"I'll be back at this same time tomorrow. Until I get back Tanya will be in charge. For the next 24 hours there is to be no bickering and no horsing around. Does everyone understand? Can I depend on you?" Laura looked from girl to girl, getting each to acknowledge that she understood what Laura had told them.

"What are you going to do? Is it what I think it is?" We heard Kelley ask as we reached the door.

"We're going to do whatever he wants and everything I want," Laura said as she pushed me out the door.

"Why Tanya? Did she know she was going to be in charge?" I asked when we were in the car and on our way. Laura was leaning against me with her head on my shoulder. I wondered if she would nod off before we got home.

"There were several reasons for choosing her and yes, we had a long talk last night. She'll do fine," she said without naming the reasons Tonya was the best choice to serve as temporary Madam. It was not important. I was glad that she was coming home with me. Too bad I had to go to class. 

When we pulled into our driveway Laura was asleep, her head on my shoulder and her hand inside my shirt. I opened my car door and was preparing to carry her inside when she opened one eye. "I can walk," she murmured when she realized where we were. After getting her inside I went back to the car to retrieve her shoes and the case. 

By the time I got back she had stripped down to her panties and was standing next to the bed, her eyes on the door, waiting for me to return. 

"You don't have to leave yet. Come to bed with me for just a bit."

Forgetting my plan to record what the girls had told me that morning I hurriedly stripped to my shorts and joined her in the bed. 

"You're tired and sleepy. I'll stay till you go to sleep."

"I'm not that sleepy. I want to enjoy you before I go to sleep."

"I'm glad you decided to come home with me. I could come pick you up every day. Why did you decide to come home today?"

"I told you I was going to pay more attention to you so you don't stray. Besides, this is your early day. We'll have all afternoon before we go to the dress shop. Or we can go shopping early and come back and fool around. Which would you prefer?"

I was holding her close, rubbing her back and the cheeks of her ass through the thin panties. She couldn't see the alarm on my face but when I didn't answer she pulled away to look at me, puzzled that I had not said anything.

"Let me decide," I said, stalling. I didn't dare say I was going golfing with Ollie Pettersen that afternoon. I drew her back to me so her cheek would be next to mine and my face would be out of her appraising view. 

"Or you could stay with me. Can you skip a day of school, only a half-day really?"

She was running her fingers through my hair and one of her legs was wrapped around mine. "I'll give you a trim," she offered.

When I did not respond she pushed away and frowned. "Am I being a bad influence on you?"

"You're being a bad influence in a good way," I said, feeling her pelvis being pressed to mine. She grinned and kissed me. 

"Tell me if I'm asking too much. It's just that having you here all day would be heaven. I can sleep so much better if you are here."

"Okay, you go to sleep. I'll study and when you wake up we'll do whatever you want."

She had pushed the right button when she said she could sleep better if I was with her. I would call Ollie and cancel. If she woke up and wanted to fuck, we would fuck. If she wanted to shop, we would shop. 

"Are you sure you can skip classes? I'm not sleepy now." 

She was getting playful. She had discovered the proximity of her tits on my chest and her pelvis next to mine had gotten my attention. She moved her leg up and down mine and we kissed again.

"You've got to get some rest." 

Since I had decided to grant the wish she craved I wanted it to count for something. I wanted her to get some much needed rest. I rubbed her back and reluctantly detached myself from her leg and my erection away from its soft harbor.

"Don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you. You're irresistible. But I know you too. You're too generous. You need rest. One of us needs to be the adult here."

"I'm adult. I'm the big sister and I want you." Her leg was curled over mine and my erection had found its way through the hole of my boxers. It was evident that the bottom of her panties was wet. 

"I want you to get some sleep." I said, knowing that what I was saying sounded feeble. 

"You didn't hear me. I am not being generous. I need you more than sleep. Do you hear me? I need you."

With that I kissed her and roller her onto her back. She was smiling, having won. I wanted to believe her. She had said she needed me. She giggled when I lowered her panties.

"You think you are smart, don't you?"

"Don't talk, let's just do it," she whispered as she tugged on my shorts.

"If I fuck you will you go to sleep afterward?"

"I'll sleep like a baby," she assured me, having found my cock. She was moving it up and down her wet slit. 

"We fit just right," she said when I was fully seated. 

"Don't talk," I laughed as we began to move together. 

I wanted to think I was being generous by acquiescing to her request. Had she tricked me into believing that she really needed me and that I was doing this to fulfill her needs? Or was she paying more attention to me so that I would not stray? I could not last long but neither could she. This was Wednesday and we had last had sex on Sunday when we did C.C. Stone. This was not a game. It was a prelude to sleep. 

"Stay like this," she said as she untangled her legs from mine.

"Can you go to sleep now?"

"Yes but not yet. I want to enjoy you a while longer."

"We'll mess up the bed."

"I don't care. Stay like this."

"It could be like this all the time if you would let me pick you up every morning."

"I know but it wouldn't work."

"Why?" I wanted to find out why she couldn't come home and sleep in her own bed every day. 

"You would miss too much school. I would beg you to stay with me and you would. Then I would say I couldn't sleep until we had sex. Then I would want you to stay in me and we would mess up the sheets. Now do you see why it wouldn't work?"

She was grinning up at me. I was propped on my elbows, grinning too. 

"It sounds like it would work to me. We'll stop and order the washer and dryer while we're out."

"Okay, kiss me."

I bent down to kiss her and my deflated cock bounced out.

"See, the bed is going to be messed."

"I don't care. Kiss me, kiss me a lot." I did. We kissed for several minutes like teenagers. I had never seen Laura more adoring. 

I went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth and a towel. I cleaned us up with the washcloth and placed the towel under her butt.

"Can you sleep now?" I asked as I got back into bed. She was drowsy but still wanted to cuddle. It took another thirty minutes for her to fall asleep, thirty minutes of me asking if she had really needed me and her reassuring me that she had. Thirty minutes of her wanting to know if she had asked too much and me assuring her that I wanted to stay home with her more than anything. 




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 24



It was mid morning before I dared leave the house. I needed to talk with Ollie and did not want to take the risk of waking Laura with the sound of my voice. 

Lacy saw me use the pay phone outside the grocery store where she worked. I was sure she would tell Eric that I was there at 10:30 A.M. and ask him if he knew why I had skipped school.

Ollie had not arrived at the lot yet so I tried the house. Rosita said her husband had just left. She wanted to know why I needed to speak with him, probably suspecting it had something to do with our golf outing. I told her something had come up and that I was not going to be able to keep our date. Rosita, in her considerate way, said that Ollie would be disappointed but she would give him the message. 

I tried the used car lot again. Ollie had still not arrived. When I exited the phone booth Lacy was there.

"I want to thank you for giving Eric the job. He really likes working for you guys," she said, her eyes searching mine for verification that what she was saying was sinking in.

"Hey, I want to thank you for introducing us. Eric is doing a good job. I like him."

"I'm glad. At first I was hesitant about getting you two together," she said, looking at her feet.

"There was no reason not to," I tried to assure her.

"He knows. You know, he knows and he's okay with it."

"That's good," I said, knowing what she was trying to say. I patted her shoulder and she gave me a hug before turning to go back inside. I wanted to get home, hoping Laura had not discovered that I was gone. She had.

I heard her voice as soon as I entered the kitchen.

"Fuck you! Don't you even think of harming him!" She was screaming, rage in her voice and tears streaming from her eyes. 

"Go to hell! Don't ever call this number again!"

I grabbed the receiver out of her hand. She pounded on my chest. "How could you play golf with him?" She screamed at me, confirming who was on the phone. 

"Were you threatening to harm me Mr. Pettersen?" 

"Don't talk to him," Laura was trying to rip the phone from my hands, making me nearly miss Ollie Pettersen calling me a little bastard. 

"So that's your angle. I knew there was something warped about you. I thought you were nosing around my daughter because you're a gigolo but now I see you were doing it for that bitch."

I was having a hard time concentrating. Ollie was shouting and Laura was too. My pulse was pounding. I said the first thing that came to mind.

"She's my sister. You burned a hole in her butt and caused untold...."

"Fuck you. She deserved it!"

I visualized the blue vein in Ollie's forehead, amused to think that it could pop at any time.

With Laura crying and trying to snatch the phone out of my hand and with Ollie yelling in my ear I was unnerved but managed to answer his insult without yelling.

"She deserved it? Is that what you would say if I burned your sister's ass with a cigarette?"

"You wouldn't. She doesn't sell herself. I would kill you."

"Or you daughter?"

"Keep my daughter out of it. Don't try to see her. Don't go near her."

I wondered if he was inside his office with the door closed. Customers in the showroom were overhearing his side of the conversation. Employees were overhearing him scream and must be wondering who the recipient of his wrath was. I wanted to make it clear that Huley would never hear from me the reason her father had turned against me. But I also wanted to put the idea into his head that I was not above making him pay, through his daughter if I was provoked to use her. 

"I'm not going to bring your daughter into it. Huley will never hear from me what you did to Tess."

Laura had retreated to the kitchen but I heard another outburst from her at the mention of Tess.

"And don't call Julita that name again."

Why don't you ask Julita the endearing name she calls me, I wanted to say. But involving Huley in this was the last thing I wanted. Instead, "There's something I've wanted to ask you Mr. Pettersen."

"Go ahead; ask your question before I cut this short. After that we're finished."

"You don't smoke but you brought cigarettes with you. Was putting out a cigarette on my sister's ass preconceived? Did you buy the cigarettes with that in mind?"

"I knew she wouldn't put out. She had it coming." He had turned the volume down. His employees in the outer office would not be able to hear him admit that he had contemplated the act in advance.

"Can you imagine the damage you caused?"

"I can. What of it?" Ollie said smugly. 

"What's the name of your attorney Mr. Pettersen? Our attorney will be in touch with him or her."

"It's none of your business. That slut has no claim with me."

"Rosita told me she still keeps in touch with the business. She will know who does your legal work."

"Stay away from my wife. And she's Mrs. Pettersen to you. Show some respect."

"Mrs. Pettersen told me to call her Rosita on Saturday night when...no, it would have been Sunday morning when your wife said to please call her Rosita."

A click followed by a buzz told me the line was dead. Ollie Pettersen had hung up on me. I sat on the bed and held my head in my hands, wondering if it was the last thing I said that made Ollie end our conversation. 

I had anticipated the discussion but had pictured that it would take place on the golf course. If Ollie did not bring up the subject of my referring to his daughter as Tess I was planning to do so. I was unprepared for it to take place over a phone line. Part of my strategy was to react to his facial expressions. Not being able to see if my suggestions and innuendos were affecting him had me at a disadvantage. The shock of finding Laura speaking with him was pure horror. Laura, where was she?

I found her in the kitchen, washing her face at the sink. She was naked, her sleep having been interrupted by Ollie's telephone call. When she saw me she began to cry again.

It took thirty minutes to get her back into bed and then she was still so upset that she didn't sleep for another hour. She cried and told me she was sorry she had put me in danger. I told her she was not at fault, that it was my own doing. She implored me to refrain from any further association with Ollie and his family. She said her ass was mended and she didn't want to think about how Ollie's voice had unsettled her. 

I held her and tried to console her, thankful that she was no longer angry that I had agreed to play golf with Ollie. When she finally slid into a slumber it was a jerky restless sleep. 

She sat up in bed with alarm when we heard a knock at our front door. I put on my shorts to answer it. "What was that?" She asked when I got back to the bedroom. 

"Nothing, just a delivery, go back to sleep." 

"Oh, that's nice," she murmured, drawing my hand around her and to her tummy. 

The package was from home, birthday presents from my family. I had tossed the box on my bed before rushing back to the bedroom to assure Laura that everything was okay. 

I had unplugged the phones so there was no danger of Ollie or anyone else making them ring. All in all I was satisfied with the seeds I had sown. The "no, it would have been Sunday morning," shot was superb. I had refrained from bringing up that his wife was dressed for sleep when she rejoined me in their family room. Though her action had been innocent, it would be hard to explain to Ollie why she had fallen asleep in my arms.

What I was working toward when Ollie rudely ended the conversation was an apology but he was not the least bit remorseful. It was just as well. Laura would not have spoken to him even for only long enough to hear him say he was sorry. 

I wanted him to know the amounts of the doctors and hospital bills. But I knew Laura would not accept financial reimbursement. She would say she was being a whore. I wanted him to know how much she had suffered mentally, the sleepless nights and the bad dreams had only subsided recently. 

She had been mended physically and she was mending mentally. With my actions I had brought back the mental anguish. I was the one to apologize. But Laura did not expect that. She was fearful for what could happen to me. She wanted it all to end. 

I waited until 4:30 to wake her with a series of kisses to the forehead and face, thankful that she had gotten a few hours sleep. Feeling the wet towel under her butt, she dashed off to the bathroom. I plugged in the phone. It rang immediately.

After the answering machine went through its routine, Ollie's voice came through loud and rough. "You asshole, how dare you take your phone off the hook. I'm not finished with you."

Laura's head popped out of the bathroom as I picked up the receiver. I motioned for her to go back and get ready. "You're the one that hung up on me, Mr. Pettersen."

"You're full of piss and vinegar, aren't you? You're real brave on the phone. Wait till I get you alone. You just wait."

"Is that why you called Mr. Pettersen, to threaten me?"

"I want to know why you were in my house Saturday night. The neighbors saw you leave."

"Sunday morning, that's when you're neighbor saw me tiptoeing out your front door," I corrected him, beginning to enjoy myself. Should I tell him a dog's barking had wakened me and that I had discovered my hand was on his wife's tit? I must be careful, not wanting Rosita to have to answer questions. 

"Why did you go inside? Why didn't you drop her off and leave?

"Rosita was beside herself. The break-in had been a traumatic experience I guess. She asked me to come in so I did."

His end of the phone line was silent. I wondered if Ollie had hung up on me again. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Inside my house, what happened?"

"I can tell you what did not happen. Would that satisfy you?"

I knew I was sticking my neck out. Laura was busily getting dressed but she was watching me, motioning for me to end the conversation, nervous and edgy. 

"All right, I'll bite. What didn't happen," Mr. Ollie Pettersen said sarcastically.

"I don't smoke. I did not purposely buy cigarettes and put one out on Rosita's ass when she wouldn't give me what I asked for."

Laura was screaming, rushing me from the other side of the room, beating on my chest but it didn't matter. I let her pound the frustration out of her system.

Ollie Pettersen had hung up on me again.

{To be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 25



Laura was miffed at me. I was taking too much satisfaction at being hung up on my Ollie Pettersen, twice in one day.

I stopped talking about Ollie’s urgent telephone call and she dropped it too.

“What’s in the package?” She asked as she slid next to me on the car seat. She had seen the package that had arrived from my family. It was a box of birthday presents for me. This would mark the third birthday that Laura had forgotten or overlooked since we had been acquainted.

“It’s from my family,” I answered casually.

I watched her study me out of the corner of my eye.

It came to her, “it’s your birthday, isn’t it? When is it? Did I miss it again?”

“You look cute. I don’t think I’ve seen you wear your hair that way,” I said, trying to divert the subject. Her hair was held in place with a clip about half way down the back of her head. She wore no make up.

“When is it? Tell me.” 

“Monday,” I said.

“Next Monday?”

I shook my head.

“Last Monday?”

I nodded.

“You were 22 on Monday?”

“Yes, so you only have me by 9 years again,” I said, trying to deflect her shame at having forgotten my birthday.

“I didn’t get you anything. What can I get you? It’s not too late, is it?”

“We spent Sunday together. That was the nicest present you could give me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? If I had known I would have done something special.”

“You did. We did C. C. Stone, remember? You offered to do anything and that’s what I chose.” 

“I’ll make it up to you tonight. We’ll do something special. I mean, really special.”

Laura didn’t comment when I turned to take the long way to the city. I knew she would not want to go by Ollie Pettersen’s Used Car lot, not on this day, even if taking the long way delayed our arrival at the Waites. She looked my way adoringly but said nothing.

We made fast work of picking out the dress she would wear that night. She chose a black and white dress with narrow shoulder straps. She modeled it in front of me, showing bare shoulders and a hint of cleavage. Later, she returned with a black jacket which covered her shoulders and when buttoned, disguised the low cut front. 

Saying we did not have time to pick out a second outfit, she went back to the dressing room with new underwear and stockings. When she returned I whistled. She was still without makeup and her hair was in the modified ponytail. 

“Did you bring the money?” She gave me a quizzical look when I opened her last pay envelope and counted out the bills she would need to pay for her purchases. Nothing was said about my failure to make a bank deposit.

When we were under way she was busy arranging her hair. Instead of a single bun on the back of her head like Huley often did, Laura bundled her hair in two buns, spaced at either side of her head and held in place with combs. Her forehead was extended and the part at the center of her head of pronounced. 

“That’s a new look. Where did you find it, in a magazine?”

She smiled at me, tucked a cloth into the front of the buttoned jacket and reached for the case we had brought from the brothel. Laura cautioned me to slow down and not hit any bumps because she was applying touches of makeup to her lips and eyebrows. 

“You look fantastic,” I said as I opened the car door for her when we got to the Waite’s home. 

“Thank you sweetheart,” Laura responded, stopping us to adjust my tie. “You’re getting old enough to make your complements mean something to this old lady.” 

The dining room table looked miniature in the large room. As Mr. Waite had told me, the table had been reduced to sit six although there would have been room for two more places. I had wondered who the other two guests would be and was surprised to find that one of them was Mollie Foster, the former madam at the brothel.

Mollie was the same cantankerous person I had first met in the brothel over two years before. She had been side-lined by a heart attack but was back to her willful ways. Not only had she regained use of her sharp tongue, she now had a weapon. A cane dangled at the back of her chair. 

Laura was delighted to see Mollie and the lady sitting next to her. Bea Cummins was introduced as an old friend of both Mollie and Laura. The three of them monopolized the conversation with Bea doing most of the talking. She was a beautiful woman in her mid forties, dressed fashionably with fancy jewelry. By her appearance I would have taken her for the wife of a politician or a business executive. In fact, she wore a large diamond on her ring finger. But when she spoke, bawdy tones emerged from her gorgeous lips. Her laugh was course and loud. There was no question how Mollie and Laura knew Bea Cummins. They were from the same work sorority. Bea was a whore, through and through.

We were well into the meal before I recognized what was happening. Mollie, Laura and Mr. Waite were asking Bea probing questions. Even Wanda seemed unusually curious about her guest. An interview was in progress. But for what position, the madam?

I decided that must be it. If so, did that mean Mollie was not able to return to work? What was to happen to Laura? Would Laura return to the line up? They had six girls now, was there room for more? 

When Mollie took her leave early it became evident that room had been made for her on the first floor of the Waite home. “We’ll try to be quiet,” Wanda said to Mollie. “If we get too noisy just tap your cane.”

An hour later when Bea Cummins said her goodnights Harold Waite told her she would be hearing from him. It was 10 P.M. when Laura and I were ushered into the study for brandy and coffee. When Wanda excused herself saying she needed to look in on Mollie Mr. Waite proposed that she wait.

“What is your verdict my dear?”

Wanda looked befuddled, surprised to be asked for her opinion. Hesitantly, “She has certain qualities,” Wanda paused. “Harold, why are you asking me? I have no experience judging such things.”

“I value your judgment. You saw something in her. What did you see?”

“Well, alright Harold, if you insist I saw a pleasing exterior that could charm the pants off of certain men and I saw a gruff side that would make some men put their pants back on.” Wanda had a flushed look on her face. With a half-curtsy she backed out of the room as if to say to her husband, “There.”

When Harold and Laura began discussing Bea’s strengths and weaknesses I wondered if I was supposed to be in the room. Glancing around I saw three coffees and three brandies had been poured. I took a sip of coffee and listened to the discussion. 

After an hour I was still wondering why I was there. Besides pouring Mr. Waite and myself a second brandy I had done nothing but listen. The talk was positive. Bea was going to get the job as madam. They were down to the compensation offer when Mr. Waite turned to me. “What do you have to say about this Randy?”

“I think Wanda summed it up pretty well,” I said when I recovered from the shock of being called upon. “I haven’t met that many madams but Bea Cummins is how I picture they would act. Nothing stumped her. She answered your questions without having to think about the answers.”

“Yes,” Mr. Waite said in a tone that could have been taken for approval or dismissal of my comment. Finished with the Bea Cummins discussion, he proceeded to tell us what he had in mind for Laura. 

“This is strictly hush, hush,” he began, peering in at me over his glasses for a full 30 seconds before continuing. “Randy, you are here because I would rather you hear this from me than from Laura.”

This was followed by a clearing of his throat and a wide grin which was uncharacteristic of Mr. Waite, making me think he has stopped short of saying, “in bed.” 

Wanda entered the room as if on cue. She was bright eyed and smiling when Mr. Waite announced that he was going to be appointed to a judgeship.

Laura and I did not know what to make of it. Why were Harold and Wanda acting giddy and what did his appointment have to do with Laura?

“Naturally, my involvement in certain business activities must remain secret. The public would not take kindly to a public servant who is engaged in illicit activities, not even as a silent partner. 

“Laura, Wanda and I have placed all of our assets in a trust and we want you to be the caretaker, with my guidance of course.” Again, Harold Waite showed us his front teeth.

Laura would assume the title of Property Manager for the Waite holdings which, in addition to the five new properties, included 31 rental units under the control of Sid Parker. The brothel business was not mentioned by name but the two story building where it was housed was under the umbrella of the trust.

It had been arranged for Sid Parker to take Laura under his wing. He wanted to retire within two years. The 31 properties would be turned over to Laura over the course of that time. 

Additionally, Bea Cummins would report to Laura. I wondered how Laura would make the transition from the midnight shift to day work. Could she keep Bea in line? I decided she could. During the dinner when Bea’s talk had become oddly vulgar I felt Laura’s hand on my thigh, getting my attention. Her body gesture told me she wanted help removing the short black jacket. 

Thirty seconds later when I took my seat next to her the jacket was on the back of her chair and all eyes at the table were upon Laura. She smiled demurely, her bare shoulders, slender neck and cleavage the center of attention. Bea’s voice was muffled as she finished her story. I felt Laura’s give my thigh a squeeze. It was comforting to think that Laura could handle any situation.

Laura never liked discussing money. I handled the banking. She never looked at our bank statements and showed no interest in account balances. She had not inquired as to which of her pay envelopes I was carrying around in my jacket pocket when I gave her money to pay for her purchases.

But on our drive home from the Waites that night the main topic of conversation was money. We were both excited with Harold Waite’s proposal. In addition to a substantial retainer there were performance bonuses built into her compensation package. Laura was beside herself. Her friend Mollie was slated to receive “retirement pay” from the trust.

“Aren’t you tired?” I asked. It was midnight and we were on our way home. I was excited about what we had heard but Laura was ecstatic. She was actually talking about money.

Laura’s first act as property manage would be to award my company contracts to dismantle the large house and to do repairs on the unoccupied rental property. 

“If you’re good to me tonight, I’ll give you every consideration,” she teased. I knew I had the jobs. The contracts were a formality but I played along.

“If I’m real good to you I’ll expect future contracts,” I said as we entered our back door. 

“If you’re real good to me……” A cloud had come to her face. She had spotted the answering machine. It was flashing.

We undressed in silence and hung up our clothes. Though I had unplugged the machine the blinking light had dampened the mood. We sat on the bed and I took the combs out of her hair, letting it topple to her shoulders. 

For the second night in a row I set the alarm clock, this time for 5 A.M.

“Everything was perfect before I saw that damn machine,” she said when we were in bed. She was wearing her new panties and bra. 

“Everything is perfect,” I countered.

“Everything was going to be perfect. I was making big plans and he had to ruin them.”

“Everything is going to be perfect. Forget him. What are your big plans?”

She positioned her body above me. I could feel her breath on my chin and her hair tickle my nose. “I was going to ask you to be my fellow.”

“You mean like your boyfriend?”

“No, my fellow, I’m going to be a good girl and you can be my fellow.”

“Your fellow? What are you saying?”

“I won’t fuck around and I you’re not to fuck around either.”

“Okay, I won’t,” I volunteered without giving it thought.

“What if you’re tempted? What if you have an opportunity that is too good to turn down?”

“I won’t, not if I’m your fellow.”

“Prove it.”

“I said I would be your fellow. What’s to prove?”

“I need for you to prove that you would not stray if you were my fellow. Who would you like to fuck if you could?”

“You.”

“No silly. You’ve fucked me lots of times. Name someone new and it has to be someone I don’t know. It can’t be Sylvia.”

“I can’t think of anyone. This is silly.”

“Sure you can. Give me the first name that pops into your head.” She had lifted her body. I could no longer feel her breath and her hair was no longer tickling me. 

It was nearing 1 A.M. “Why are we playing games?”

“It’s not a game. I have to know if I can trust you. Name someone you’ve thought of fucking.”

“Aunt Clarisa,” I blurted out, anxious to prove that I could be trusted.

“Who’s Aunt Clarisa? I don’t know her, do I? Is she cute?”

Why had I said Aunt Clarisa? “She’s Huley’s aunt.”

“Ah, that makes her Pettersen’s sister? Or is she Rosita’s sister?”

“Pettersen’s.”

“Perfect,” Laura said and she was gone. She had gotten out of the bed and left the room. It was ten minutes later before she returned.

“Oh, Randy, fancy meeting you here, do you remember me? I’m Aunt Clarisa.”

She had gotten into bed and moved to my side of the bed, almost within reach.

“Sure, I remember you, Aunt Clarisa.”

“Do you remember how cute I am? I think you’re cute too.”

“I remember, but Aunt Clarisa, you’re married.” 

“Let’s not think of that. Let’s put it out of our minds, Randy.”

“I have something to confess. I’m a fellow.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I have an agreement with a girl. She’s a good girl.”

“I have an agreement with my husband but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to kiss you.”

“Don’t do that. I’m a fellow.”

“Didn’t you like it?”

“You’ve got to stop that, Aunt Clarisa. I’m a fellow.”

“I have a favor to ask you Randy.”

“Sure, anything as long as you stop kissing me.”

“Reach behind me Randy. Unsnap my bra. It’s new and it doesn’t feel right.”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea. What if your husband finds out? What if my girl finds out? She’s a good girl. She wouldn’t like it if she found out. Please stop kissing me like that.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t find out. Can you unsnap my bra?”

“Okay but please stop kissing me Aunt Clarisa.”

“That’s so much better Randy.”

“You’re still doing it. Please stop kissing me Aunt Clarisa.”

“Randy, will you do something for me. Will you rub my tits with your hands? They’ve been inside that new bra all night and they need to be rubbed.”

“Okay, I will but please stop kissing me.”

“That’s nice. Do that some more. Roll the nipples between your fingers.”

“Aunt Clarisa! Is that your hand on my cock? You’ve got to stop kissing me.”

“Randy. Will you do something for me? Pull down my panties. They are new and I don’t want them to be stained.”

“Aunt Clarisa. Please take your hand off of my cock and stop kissing me. Why would your panties be stained?”

“Randy, my panties are new and I don’t want them to be stained from the juice that is running out of my pussy.”

“Okay, I’ll pull your panties down. Please stop kissing me and please stop doing that to my cock.

“Oh, thank you Randy. That feels much better.”

“Aunt Clarisa, what are you doing?”

“Oh, please raise your rump so I can pull your shorts down. Lift, that’s it. Thank you Randy.”

“Aunt Clarisa, please stop doing that to my cock and move your tit away from my lips.”

“Randy, I will do those things if you will feel my pussy. There, that’s it.” 

“Aunt Clarisa, is that your mouth on my cock? I don’t think you should be doing….Oh, Aunt Clarisa.”

“That’s not so bad, is it? Keep playing with my pussy. Touch my clit with your thumb. Oh Randy, that’s it, you have it.”

“I think we should stop now. My girl is a good girl. We have an agreement.”

“Is this so bad that you want to stop Randy? Don’t you like the feel of my tongue running around the rim of your cock?”

“It feels very good but we should stop because I have an agreement……oh Aunt Clarisa, are we fucking?”

“Just this once Randy, we’ll only do it once. We won’t tell your girl or my husband. Will that be okay?”

“Oh yes, that will be fine Aunt Clarisa….”

“Did you like that,” Laura asked. She was still on top of me. We were both spent.

“That was perfect,” I said.

“I’m never going to speak to you again. If I wasn’t so frazzled I would beat you senseless.”

“Why? Were you serious? I thought it was a game.” I knew better. 

“It wasn’t a game. I told you what I was doing. It was a test and you failed.”

“Can I take the test again? Next time I’ll be prepared. I won’t give in so easily.”

“SO EASILY!” She was beating on me so hard I had to stop laughing. I put a halt to the pounding by clutching her to me. She was breathing hard. I held her until she began to laugh. I laughed with her.

“Was it as good as you thought it would be?” Laura asked, soberly and cautious.

“Better,” I boasted, to which she brought both hands to my head and pulled my hair. 

“You gave in to her and then you said she was better than you expected? What does it mean? That you didn’t expect it to be that good but you wanted to fuck her anyway?” Laura was beside herself, pulling my hair, hitting me, laughing and kissing me.

“Give me another chance. I’ll hold out longer next time.”

“I’ll give you a hint. Next time I ask who you would like to fuck don’t say, ‘only you honey,’ and when I ask again don’t think for two seconds and say, ‘Aunt Clarisa, I think I would like to fuck Aunt Clarisa,’ like you hadn’t been thinking it all along.”

Her voice had changed from scolding to a whisper. 

“When can I take the test again?”

She didn’t answer. She found the bra and panties and left the room. She was gone for five minutes before she slipped back into bed.

“Randy, fancy meeting you here, it’s Aunt Clarisa, do you remember me?”

We did it exactly the same way. When we finished Laura admonished me for giving in again. I made the same excuses and asked when I could take the test again. She was looking for her bra and panties when I stopped her and said, “Not now.”

“I want to give you every chance to pass the test,” she laughed as I brought her next to me.

We talked about our day and night together and how it would be when she didn’t have to leave me. It was as if a cloud had been lifted from our lives. But we knew there were other clouds and we were putting them out of our minds for the night. 

“You’re my fellow,” I heard Laura say as I let sleep take me.

The next thing I knew it was 5 A.M. The alarm was ringing and Laura was stirring. 

“I’m not going to wait on you like this when we’re together full time,” she warned. 5 minutes had passed and I was still in bed. She stood over me with a glass of juice. She was brushing her hair, wearing the cut-offs and sweatshirt from the previous day.

“What’s under the shirt?” I asked, taking my first sip of orange juice and becoming interested in the new day.

“I told you I’m not going to wait on you. You’ll have to find out for yourself,” she said, leaning over for me to take a firm hold on the sweatshirt.

The juice and the hairbrush forgotten, we rolled in the bed, laughing, kissing and feeling. “You don’t have to be so gentle, this isn’t Aunt Clarisa,” she said when I was taking too long to unfasten the cut-offs. 

“I thought it was a game.” 

“I know.” 

“I won’t stray.”

“I know.”

The laughing had stopped. We had become serious. She was on her back, gazing up at me. My eyes were fixed upon hers, silently expressing the happiness I felt. She felt it too.

“Don’t open your gifts till I’m there with you,” she said as we parted.





My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 25



“Okay, when will that be?”

“Probably Monday, I have a lot to do to get Bea settled.” She was out of the car and running toward the back door of the brothel before I could say anything more. 

When I returned to the house that Thursday morning I listened to the messages Ollie had left the night before. He was the only caller.

The first message was timed 9:25 P.M.: “Listen, gigolo, pick up the fucking phone. I’ve got something to say to you and I don’t want it recorded on a machine.”

10:05 P.M.: “I know what you’re up to. You’re hiding behind a recording machine, trying to get me to make a threat. Pick up asshole!”

10:35 P.M.: “If you really aren’t there call me when you get in.”

11:12 P.M.: “Julita as much as said she won’t see you anymore. Good girl, she’s come to her senses. You’re not to stalk her. Do you understand?”

11: 37 P.M.: “I’m at home. You have my number. Call me. I know my wife. I knoe nothing happened.”

12:05 A.M.: “Randy? Look Randy, can we talk about this? Come by my shop tomorrow. Let me know when you’re coming. I’ll be there.”

There was still the matter of Huley’s book which needed to be returned but I did not look for her. I spent most of the lunch hour in the library. 

This was my first chance to record what I had heard the six girls in the brothel tell me about how they viewed their role in society. I transcribed what Brenda Sue had said, “We don’t get much chance to tell anyone how we feel. Our families don’t listen to us anymore and the John’s are only thinking of getting their rocks off. Sure, they might act interested but they don’t really care what’s behind what we’re telling them. That’s why we talk to each other. We’re the only ones that listen to us.”

I read the paragraph, wondering if I had remembered Brenda Sue’s statement correctly. 

I turned the page in my notebook and made a new entry: 

What I want from Ollie Pettersen.

1.  Reimbursement for Laura’s hospital and doctor expenses. 
2. The car tuned up and painted fire engine red. 
3. A settlement for mental anguish and loss of wages. 
4. A notarized apology from Ollie Pettersen to Laura T Stone.

What else? I looked up and caught the blond watching me. She ducked her head and then looked back and smiled, knowing that she had been caught. I smiled back.

“I wasn’t looking at you, really. I was looking through you. Did you think I was looking at you?” She had taken a seat across the table from me, speaking in a low muffled voice.

“I know how it is,” I laughed, having been caught by her for the same thing.

“I won’t keep you. I could see that you’re busy,” she was getting to her feet.

“It’s okay, I’m finished.”

She offered her hand, extending it across the table. “I’m Katherine Simmons.”

“Hi, Randy Tucker,” I said, releasing her hand as she lowered herself to the chair.

“You were concentrating. I was surprised when you caught me. I wasn’t watching, really.” The rumpled forehead and wide eyes said, “Believe me.” 

“I know you weren’t. There’s a police chief named Simmons north of here, any relation?”

Katherine blushed, surprised that I would bring up the name. “He’s my uncle. Do you know him?”

“Not really, I only met him once.”

“Oh, I see. I pity you. The meeting was probably less than cordial.”

Why had I mentioned Chief Simmons? He had told me not to. How do I get out of this? I smiled, hoping to drop the subject.

“You were totally absorbed in something; I’ll leave so you can get back to it,” she offered again.

I turned the notebook page back to Brenda Sue’s quote and begin to read it, aloud. When I finished there was a dumb stare on Katherine Simmon’s face. “What’s that?”

I told her of my plan to incorporate statements from ladies of the evening into my paper to draw a parallel between modern day society and the elements that had contributed to the downfall of the Roman Empire.

She stared at me, aghast. “This isn’t for Sheila Henderson’s class?”

“No, I’m in Mrs. Davenport’s class,” I answered.

The one o’clock warning bell was ringing. We got up and walked from the library together.

“Look, if you have time tomorrow meet me here. I’ll give you twelve good reasons why you must not take that approach with Sheila Henderson Davenport.”

“I’ll have time. We’ll meet here unless you would prefer to meet in the cafeteria?”

She hesitated before saying she would meet me in the café. As we parted at the pay telephones I recalled that she had avoided asking me how I was able to secure quotations from prostitutes. 

I would be late getting to my one o’clock class. I needed to call Ollie Pettersen to say I would stop by his shop about 3:15.

{To be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 26



When I made the phone call to let Ollie Pettersen know I was coming I did not know what to expect. My plan was to look for an opening and jab. Ollie’s, I soon discovered, was to jab and then look for an opening.

There was not an empty parking space on the lot. Had it been planned? 

“Key,” a man in a brightly colored shirt and loosely tied necktie said as he motioned for me to stop.

“I’m here to see Mr. Pettersen,” I offered, unwilling to give up my car keys.

“Everyone’s here to see Mr. Pettersen. Give me your keys.”

“I’ll wait here until it clears out at bit.”

“It ain’t gonna clear out. Give me your keys. I’ll watch your car.”

I handed the man my keys and walked toward the showroom, beginning to get nervous. Where would my car be if I needed to get away quickly? Where would my keys be? 

The glass at the front of the building had been replaced but the crack at the end was still covered with duct tape. As I entered the door I could hear the unmistakable sound of my engine being raced. The car and its driver were headed for the far end of the lot where a second exit would take them into traffic.

A salesman pounced on me the moment I entered the showroom. I told him I was there to see Mr. Pettersen. 

Ollie must have heard my voice. “Randy,” he said cheerfully from the door that led into the two offices I had inspected the night of the break in. His was the smaller of the two.

“Can I get you something to drink? Mildred, get this gentleman a coke,” he said to the woman behind a counter in the larger office. She looked pleasant in a guarded way.

“Looks like you’re busy out there,” I said, referring to the lack of parking spaces and the fact that my car had been driven off someplace.

“We’re selling everything on the lot today,” he spoke confidentially. “There’s something about the fall of the year. The new models come out and when people find out the prices they come here, ready to deal.”

I thanked Mildred for the coke and Ollie told her to close the door.

He looked menacing behind the desk, all pretence of a congenial meeting having disappeared. 

Ollie had had over two hours to prepare, more notice than the Clantons and McLaurys had at the OK Corral. Yet, his barrage of accusations centered on my inappropriate behavior toward his family. According to him, I had damaged his daughter’s reputation merely by being seen in her company. He praised the ability and insight that Julita had exhibited in discovering my intentions and devious mind. He said she was glad to be rid of me. 

While on the subject of Rosita his back teeth locked together and the blue vein in his forehead puckered. “My neighbor got the wrong impression but I explained that you are a family friend and you were there because of an emergency. We both know better. You’re not a family friend and you are not to come near my house again.”

He had forgotten or was ignoring my vow to exclude Huley and Rosita from the subject I had come to address. By spewing his despair at having been duped by my behavior, he was deflecting any guilt he may have felt for the despicable act he had committed.

Before I could reiterate why I had come to his office that afternoon Ollie Pettersen launched another salvo. “Wipe that smirk off your face. You have nothing on me.”

I looked toward the closed door, yearning to leave him stew in his own self pity. But his man had my car. Anything I said now would be something already said, repeated from our two telephone conversations. “You’re right; I have nothing on you unless you have a conscience.”

“Oh, please, don’t lay that on me. That slut deserved everything she got.”

I had promised myself that I would keep my temper in check. Otherwise I would be stooping to his level. But I let him find my weak spot. He saw that he had me pinned against the ropes. I stooped to his level.

“That would mean that if any of the females close to you, your mother, Clarisa, Rosita….”

“Stop! Don’t mention them in that context.” He rose to his full height, shoving his chair to the wall behind him in the process. I stood also. 

“I was wondering how you would advise them, to give in to the gentleman or take the burn.”

“Get out!” He was in my face, ready to pounce. “I’m warning you, the women in my family are off limits to you. Tell your slut sister I’ll get the authorities to shut that place down.”

He had played his trump card. He had me. Opening the office door he motioned for me to walk ahead of him.

As we approached the counter in the outer office I turned, “Mr. Pettersen, which neighbor told you he saw me coming out your front door at 5 A.M. on Sunday morning?”

Ollie was turning to return to his office. He stopped in his tracks, glared at me and with as much composure as he could muster, said it was Mr. Spencer. Ollie motioned with his right hand to indicate it was the same neighbor who I had seen trying to quiet the dog.

“Oh, really?” I nodded thoughtfully.

For a second I saw his jaw drop but he recovered quickly and turned to his office.

Mildred had her head down, concentrating on her work as if she had not heard my comment about leaving the Pettersen home at 5 A.M. on Sunday morning. 

“It was nice to meet you Mildred. Now I’ll have a face to place with the voice when you answer the phone.” 

Mildred’s smile quickly changed to a stunned look when we heard Ollie say, “Mr. Tucker has no reason to telephone here.” He closed his office door.

There was no one in the showroom and I was relieved to see my car parked near the door. The keys were in the ignition. As I drove out of the lot I spotted four empty parking spaces. Had that many cars been sold in the short time I was there?

The drive home was not a fun trip. I was defeated. His threat to have the authorities close the brothel down was the blow that brought me to the mat. His tactics had made me hit below the belt, something I had promised myself I would not do. It was a technical knockout. 

Personally, I did not care if the brothel closed. But Laura would care and Mr. Waite would care. If my actions were the reason for the closure of the brothel it would put me in an unfavorable liaison with Mr. Waite. What’s more, it would test my relationship with Laura.

Would Laura abandon me? Should I tell her of Ollie’s threat? After all, I was doing it for her, something she had asked me to stop. How would she take my disregarding her request and in so doing, place us all, Mr. Waite, Laura and the other employees of the brothel in jeopardy of losing investments and income. In my case it could mean loosing Laura.

I spent a lonely stressful night. There were no messages and the phone did not ring. I looked at the package from home and recalled my family’s pleas to come home and buckle down. I recalled Laura’s request for me to wait until she was with me to open my birthday gifts. 

I considered calling Mr. Waite and telling all. How would he take my indiscretion? Would he come to my defense or would he turn on me and say my youth and inexperience had bothered him from the beginning? Would he reconsider giving me the contracts? What would I tell the guys? They depended upon me to secure enough work to keep them busy.

A bad dream woke me. It was 2:37 A.M. and I was wide awake, the dream vivid in my mind. A giant with Ollie Pettersen’s face had little Brenda Sue under one arm and Rachel in the other. Ralph was no match for the giant. With a twirl of its right arm Rachel went flying and the free hand reached for the third rung of a ladder. Jimmy was making an effort to stabilize the ladder but with one jerk Davie went toppling to the ground. Mr. Waite was on the giant’s back and Laura was screaming, “Not my ass, not my ass!” Ollie was laughing, a cigarette between his lips, when I woke.

I busied myself with math, science, history, English and back to math, none of them capturing my full attention. I was lost in the company books when my alarm clock rang at 6 A.M. I worked at my desk for another 45 minutes before starting the water for my shower. I had an 8 o’clock class. I would be early.

Filled with self doubt, I drifted from one morning class to the next between daydream and half slumber. Was I in the dream? Was that me off to the side, laughing….and lighting a cigarette? Was that Aunt Clarisa’s bare ass in front of me? And her smile beckoning to what, screw her, burn her? The end of class bell shook me to attention.

Katherine Simmons would not let me pay for her lunch. We sat at a table for two, her with a sandwich and me with the Friday special, fish and chips. She looked around us as if she was looking for eavesdroppers before she took a bite of her sandwich. 

“I read the papers from that assignment for Sheila last year. If you mind your grammar and turn in a clean paper you will be assured a C. Anything kinky, like what you are suggesting, will earn you a D, if that. Sheila is straight laced and has her own set of standards.” Katherine Simmons paused, watching me for several seconds before taking another bite of her sandwich. 

“Before I got the idea for the morality angle I was honing in on the use of lead in eating utensils,” I offered.

“Don’t do that!” Katherine’s alarm caused the table to shake. “It’s her favorite. If she sees us together or if she gets a report that I was talking to you she’ll know I told you that.” 

“Is she really that paranoid?” I asked, not knowing if I had used the right word. According to Katherine’s description, Mrs. Davenport was beginning to sound weird to me.

But she hadn’t heard me. Katherine’s eyes were upon Huley who was closing in on us.

“This didn’t take long,” Huley began a captious chime in her voice. She was glaring at Katherine, ignoring me. “You latched on to him three seconds after I dumped him. You’re welcome to him. Take it from me, he’s no catch!”

Huley was gone, having turned and stomped back in the direction she had come from.

Katherine laughed and I laughed with her. To her credit she made no comment. I noticed she had finished half of her sandwich. I had not touched my fish.

“She knows what she wants,” Katherine answered my question about Sheila Henderson Davenport being paranoid, continuing where we had left the conversation before Huley’s interruption. I admired her effortless ability to maintain concentration. Huley’s appearance had left my mind blank.

“I’m glad you’re telling me this,” I said. She was saving me from making a blunder that would have devastated my grade point average.

She was rising to her feet, lifting her food tray with the remaining half sandwich. “Call me over the weekend. My dad, Cecil is in the book.” She walked away, leaving me alone at the table, my fish getting cold.

I didn’t turn to look but I was sure that Huley had witnessed what had just taken place. Huley, I suspected, was taking solace with what she perceived to be her doing, making Katherine flee.

On Saturday I threw myself into my work. Charles and I compiled the dismantling schedule for the large antique house. I wondered if he detected that something was on my mind. By noontime we had a list of tasks that each of us would be responsible for. He went back to work on the picket fence and I left to make my rounds at the houses the crew was working on, the paint store and to call upon prospective customers. 

I wondered if I would catch Katherine Simmons at home on Saturday night. She had said to call her during the weekend. She had not specified a time.

“Sheila has her spies. If it gets back to her that I was talking to you she’ll hold it against you,” she said, explaining the reason for her abrupt departure the day before.

“I was concerned that Huley unnerved you.” 

This made Katherine laugh. It was the same quiet laugh I had heard when she was sitting across from me in the cafeteria. “She has a way about her, doesn’t she?”

We talked for 30 minutes. Katherine queried me about what I thought important enough to include in the paper I was writing. She seemed satisfied with my approach and conclusions. She made suggestions and warned me again, “We mustn’t be seen together again until the end of this quarter.”

“Does that mean we can be seen together next quarter?” I kidded her.

“Not if your girlfriend has anything to say about it,” she countered.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“What happened? Couldn’t you fuck her more than twice in two hours?” She was referring to what Huley had said when Katherine approached us in the cafeteria. Huley had said that her boyfriend was slow and that she was tutoring him on how to fuck her more that two times in the time we had. When Katherine came to “fuck” in the sentence it was said in a muffled voice, making me think she was within earshot of others in the home.

“That didn’t happen. I stood her up. That’s why she dumped me.”

“Really, she dumped you for not keeping a date?”

“It happened twice but I don’t think that was the reason. It had more to do with an old flame. She’s getting back together with Jake Trainer.”

“You stood her up twice?” Once more I heard the gentle sound of her laughter before we ended the conversation.

Laura surprised me with a phone call. I had not heard from her for two days. “Hi honey, how are you?”

“Where are you? How do you have time to call?” Pictures of the brothel being closed down flooded my mind. Had Ollie struck without being provoked?

“Bea’s downstairs. I’m only here to see that she can run the place smoothly. I don’t want her to think I’m looking over her shoulder.”

“You’re calling from upstairs? Is that where the phone is located?”

She laughed. “It’s in one of the desk drawers. If we didn’t keep it locked the girls would be using it all the time. They get one phone call per week.”

“That must be why you never gave me the number? If it’s locked in a desk drawer there’s no way to answer it, is there?”

“I answer it when I’m sitting here but when I’m not here I unplug it because the ringing would cause havoc. Why are we having his discussion? That’s not why I called?”

“Why did you call?”

“I’m coming home to you after tomorrow night.”

“That’s good news. You don’t know how good it is to hear you say that. What time? I’ll pick you up.”

“I’ll take a taxi. You need to get your sleep. The Waite’s are taking us out to eat on Monday night. Can you handle that?”

“Absolutely,” I answered exuberantly. 

Laura was in a talkative mood. She didn’t ask what I was doing home on a Saturday night and if she detected my somber mood she did not mention it. We talked about the things we could do together, now that we would be sharing the same bed every night.

After talking to her and knowing Laura would soon be my permanent room mate I gathered everything that needed to be washed and spent the next hour at a Laundromat.

Sylvia must have seen me go out and thought that I had a late date. When I returned at 10:45 P.M. she followed me in the back door, wanting to know what I was up to.

I told her that Laura was coming home early Monday morning and had promised to stay with me for awhile. This came as a surprise to Sylvia but she was even more surprised when she saw that I was setting up the ironing board.

We took turns ironing until after midnight, chatting about mundane things. If she noticed my preoccupation with other things, Sylvia did not mention it, not until I walked her to her door.

“Is everything alright with you Randy?” She asked when I gave her a goodnight hug.

“Everything’s fine,” I answered, realizing when I felt her cling to me that I was not going to be dismissed with that. “I’m just excited about Laura coming home,” I completed my sentence. She released me, smiling and patting my cheek as she opened her door. 

On Sunday I spent the morning cleaning the house and the afternoon studying. I didn’t want to crack a book on our first night together.

Petri called. “I’m alone and wanted someone to talk to,” she started the conversation.

“They left you alone?” It was after 10 P.M. I wanted to get to bed. Laura was sure to wake me when she came in and I wanted to be rested and awake for her.

“My choice, Mama and Dad are at Aunt Clarisa’s and Huley is out. How are you?”

“I’m fine. It’s nice of you to call.” I wondered if Ollie knew she was calling me. Obviously not, but her calling answered another question. He had not forbidden her from calling.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since we slept together.”

“You’re funny. I guess I won’t be coming around any more. Didn’t you know your sister dumped me?

“No, I thought you dumped her. Is that why she went out with Jake tonight?”

“I hope they didn’t go to another one of those parties.” 

Petri didn’t answer immediately. I suspected she knew where Jake had taken Huley or where Huley had taken Jake. It didn’t matter. “I know it was a party. Huley said not to expect her until late. If she’s smart she’ll come home before Dad gets here.” 

I wondered if Huley left with Jake while her parents were there or if she had him come for her after they were out of the house. I didn’t want to ask but I didn’t have to. Petri answered my question. “She’s playing with fire. She told Dad she was going to a friend’s house. Then she brought the car home and parked it in the drive so they’ll think she’s already home and in bed when they come in.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” I laughed, secretly hoping Huley would get caught trying to sneak in at 2 A.M. or whenever she got home. 

“I’m not going to get in the middle of it this time. I wish she hadn’t confided in me.”

I felt sorry for Petri. She was an exact opposite from her sister. “You’re just like your mother,” I said before thinking better of it.

“Mama doesn’t like to get in the middle either. Huley and dad are so much alike they try to outsmart one another and mama and I always get blamed somehow.”

“You’re right; they are alike.” 

“I heard about you and mama and the break in.”

“We went down to the lot and took care of securing the building. What’s to hear?” I asked, curious as hell as to what she had heard.

“Mama told me you slept together.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Petri had a way of putting things. What other 18 year old would say, “I heard you slept with my mother.”

“Mama said you had her boob in your hand when you woke up.”

“It was an accident.” 

“She thought it was funny.”

“How did she know? She was asleep,” I stammered. 

“The dog woke her. She felt your hand on her boob and had put her hand on top of yours to move it when you woke up too. She said you must have been surprised to feel her boob because you moved your hand and eased yourself from beneath her. She pretended to be asleep but when you fell on the floor she nearly lost it.”

“It was an accident.” 

“She knows that. But papa doesn’t know it. The neighbor told him you were sneaking out the front door at 5 A.M.”

“I hope it didn’t cause trouble for your mother. She was upset about the break in and she wanted me to come in for awhile. Going to sleep was an accident.”

“Mama’s fine with it. She explained exactly what happened but he blamed you.”

“She didn’t tell him exactly what happened, did she?”

“Not exactly, she told me about the boob later.”

“I hope you don’t get into trouble for calling me. Your dad has banned me from calling there you know.” I had assured Ollie that I would not involve Rosita or Huley in our disagreement but nothing had been said about Petri. I was not breaking any promises by speaking with her.

Before we ended the conversation I told Petri that I wanted to return the book that Huley had loaned me. Petri said she would warn her sister that if I approached her at school it was because I was returning the book.

Petri was such a joy to talk to. She was just like her mother. That was what I was thinking about as I drifted off to sleep. How sisters could be so different simply by emulating their parents.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 26



The telephone woke me. At first I thought it was the door bell. Had Laura misplaced her key and wanted to be let in the back door. Another ring, closer, told me it was the phone next to Laura’s side of the bed. I would let the machine get it. What if it was Laura? What if she was in trouble?

“Hello?”

“Is she there?”

“No, not yet,” why was I saying that? Thinking Ollie was asking if he could talk without Laura overhearing our conversation, I had answered truthfully. Laura had not arrived yet.

“What do you mean, not yet?” Ollie was screaming at me, quite upset about something.

“Who are you talking about?” By the clock on the answering machine it was 1:45.

“Who the fuck do you think I’m talking about you dumb fuck?”

It came to me. He wasn’t asking if Laura was with me at all. What I had hoped would happen, had. Huley had been found out. She was not home yet. In my sleepy stupor, I laughed.

“I’ll bet your talking about Huley,” I said. But it had gone unheard. A clank sounded like the receiver had been dropped and smashed into something, a plate, a platter? Background shouting told me Huley had arrived home.

“Randy?” It was Rosita.

“Good morning Rosita,” I said, pinching myself to see if I was really awake. This couldn’t be happening to a nicer guy and a nicer girl.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure Ollie is sorry for waking you and speaking to you that way.”

“Rosita, could you do something for me?”

“Of course Randy, what is it?”

“Can you give me the name of your husband’s attorney?”

“It’s Rose and Rose. Ollie sees Junior so it would be Oliver Rose Junior. May I inquire why you need the name of his attorney?”

“If I get one more phone call from your husband I’m going to take out a restraining order claiming he is making a nuisance of himself. I think his attorney should know my intentions.”

“Oh, I can’t say that I blame you Randy.”

“Rosita?”

“Yes Randy.”

“Did the dog wake you?” 

She laughed. It was nice to hear her share our secret, mine, Rosita’s and Petri’s. Once more she apologized for her husband before saying she must go see about her daughter before she and her father came to blows.

I went to my desk and made a note: Oliver Rose Junior of the firm Rose and Rose, attorney at law.

Laura could have slid into bed without my knowing she was there. I was sleeping that soundly when she came in. But she wasn’t satisfied with snuggling up to me with her naked body next to mine. She wanted to get my attention.

“Did I wake you?” She asked meekly.

I heard her and wondered if I was dreaming. A warm live body was pressing its tits against my back and asking if I was awake.

“Is that your hand inside my shorts?”

“I wanted to wake you gently.”

“Is everything okay?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked with alarm.

“I’ve got an itch that needs scratching but if you’re too tired?”

I raised my midsection. She understood the cue and pushed my shorts down.

“I’m not too tired. I’m not too tired.” She had gotten my attention. I was wide awake. We were starting our new life together. We would be sleeping together every night.

“I’ve got just the thing to scratch your itch,” I said as I rolled over and took her into my arms.

{To be continued.}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 27



On Monday morning I overslept. Having had my bedtime delayed by Petri’s telephone call and having it interrupted by Ollie’s telephone call and being awakened again by Laura’s hand around my cock in the early morning gave me three good reasons to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep.

Petri’s call came early and was welcome. She was alone and wanted someone to talk to. I was alone too. Unbeknownst to her, Petri supplied some helpful information. Huley was out with Jake Trainer and had taken action to deceive her parents. Her plan was to sneak into the house long after her parents came home.    	

Ollie’s call was reactionary. Having concluded that Huley must be with me, his attack upon me was punctuated with abrupt bluster. When Huley arrived home Ollie dropped the phone to confront her for coming home so late. Rosita apologized for her husband’s mistake. I took advantage of the situation and learned the name of Ollie’s lawyer which I wanted in case I had to ask Mr. Waite to intercede in our dispute.

Laura’s interruption of my sleep was a welcome interlude. She stripped me of my shorts and gave me step by step instructions as to what she wanted me to do to scratch the itch she claimed to have had for days.

When I left for school Laura was sleeping and Charles was working on the picket fence. He was putting it together in sections and said someone from Jimmy’s crew would help him fit them together.

At lunch time I checked the cafeteria, hoping to return the book to Huley but she was not there. I wondered if she had slept in after the late night or if it was something more serious, like Ollie striking her again. I hoped that she had merely decided to get some rest. 

I tried to get Katherine’s attention in the library but she would not look at me until I was standing in front of the table where she was sitting.

“You can talk to me, I handed the paper in this morning,” I said. The paper was not due until the end of the week but the subject was beginning to bore me. Having found out some of Mrs. Davenport’s quirks, I decided to play it safe and not stray from the formula Katherine had suggested. 

She furrowed her brow, “It would not be a good idea. Sheila asked me to read the papers again. She has spies everywhere.”

I moved away and took a seat across the room. Twice, when I looked in her direction I caught her watching me. She smiled and bowed her head, embarrassed. The second time it happened I smiled back. When I looked again she was not there.

I got home early because of our dinner date with the Waites.  I knew something was wrong immediately. The tears in her eyes I saw when she came into my arms were uncharacteristic. She was shaking.

I didn’t have to ask. I knew it had to be something to do with Ollie. I held her. Neither of us spoke. 

We must have stood in the middle of the kitchen for five minutes, Laura shaking and me trying to console her. 

She stepped back, her face serene but awash with stains and strain. Her eye fastened to mine as she came back to me. She balked when I tried to steer her toward the bedroom, her body resuming the shaking that I had witnessed a few minutes before.

She took me by the hand and led me to the second bedroom. It took her seconds to shuck her clothes and when I did not follow her lead she tucked the tip of her tongue between her lips and made short work of stripping me, letting my clothes drop to the floor.     

“Hold me,” she said. With only the sheet over us it made the heat our bodies generated noticeable.

She stopped me when I stroked her back. “Just hold me. I want to be reminded by the chill that you can not shield me from my past.”

“But I can,” I protested, moving my hands down her back. Her body went rigid, telling me to stop. The palm of my hand was at the small of her back.

She signaled that she wanted to take her favorite position, me on my back and her head resting on my chest. I could feel the ends of her hair tickle my thumb.

“Don’t do that,” she cautioned lazily when I pulled a strand of her hair gently. “Let me feel the chill.”

“Because the chill represents your past and you want to be reminded of it?”

“That’s right. You’re helpless to erase it. Don’t move your hand. Don’t do anything to make me more comfortable.”

This made no sense. How long did she need to feel the chill? How long did I need to feel it? I was hungry. 

“Want to kiss me?”

“No, kissing you would be enjoyable and that would make me comfortable.”

“Want me to move my hand from you back?”

“No, leave it there but don’t move it.”

“What does my hand being there represent?”

She was silent. I felt her breath move the hair on my chest. I wondered if she heard my question. Was she asleep? “It tells me you would like to wipe the slate clean but you can’t. If you could you would rub my back and make the goose bumps disappear. You would rub the cheeks of my ass and make me forget. But you can’t do that. Keep your hand there to remind me that you care.”

“That’s deep,” I said as soberly as I could, afraid that a snicker would generate heat and thereby make her more comfortable.  

“It’s not deep. It’s just the way I feel right now. By indulging me you are showing that you care.”

“Getting goose bumps for you shows that I care? What about kissing? Wouldn’t a kiss or two show you that I care for you?”

“It’s not the same at all. Kissing would express our feelings for one another but in so doing it would make me more comfortable. It would take the goose bumps away. I need the goose bumps right now. Indulge me.”

The areas where our bodies touched were warm. I could feel heat being transferred from her face and tits on my chest and where my hand rested in the small of her back but my legs were beginning to get cold. The single sheet did nothing to stave off the cool air which I realized, was due to the heat having been turned off. Was this Laura’s doing? When had the telephone call arrived? I was cold and hungry.

“Can I move my legs?”

“My legs are cold too but we mustn’t move them.”

“Can I put my left hand on you butt? I would like to squeeze it.”

“That sounds delicious but you mustn’t”

“Imagine how good it would feel. Is your butt getting cold?”

“Don’t talk that way. Don’t make me think about how good it would feel. It’s none of your business if my butt is cold.”

At least she was not mad at me for bringing about Ollie’s most recent phone call. She had not met me at the back door with fists flying.  Was this her way of punishing me? Why was she punishing herself? 

“Why aren’t you mad at me?”

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine,” she said, sliding her body up to plant her lips on mine and feeling my hand on her ass. “Stop that.”

“You’re the one that moved. My hand stayed where it was and ended up on your ass,” I reasoned.

“Get your hand off of my butt,” she demanded. I complied, moving it to the small of her back. She propped herself on her elbows to kiss me again.

“Are you expressing your feeling toward me or making me more comfortable?”

“Both,” she said between kisses. 

Hearing this I decided the punishment was over. I rolled her onto her back and began kissing her. Laura’s protest was drowned out, not by its noise but by the shock of hearing the doorbell ring. We dressed hurriedly in our pants and shirts and Laura answered the back door with bare feet. I followed with her socks and shoes. It was Sylvia. She was delivering Laura’s dry cleaning which she had picked up after work.

“Did I interrupt something?” Sylvia wanted to know, a quizzical smirk on her face. We explained that we were in the midst of dressing for dinner but when we saw her skepticism we admitted that we had been in bed and thanked her for the interruption. We had less than an hour to get ready.

Laura would not go near the answering machine. I had to bring underwear, stockings and shoes to the second bedroom where she dressed. I dressed there too because I loved to watch her roll the silk stockings up her legs before stepping into her panties. She smiled and held the bra, offering for me to help her put it on. 

“I hope it doesn’t take you that long to take a girl’s bra off,” she chided me as I fumbled with the fasteners. I had deliberately reached around her, blindly attempting to connect the two sides of the bra together.

“Brush my hair,” she said, handing me the brush as she took charge of fastening her own bra. Instead of turning, she stood facing me.

She watched me work for a few moments before she spoke. “I need to ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” I said, wondering if I was missing rumpled hair that I could not see.

“Tell me, if I go off of the pill can I trust you to make sure we take precautions?”

I stopped brushing, letting what she was saying sink in. She took the brush from me and began to brush her hair. What was she saying? I didn’t know she used the pill for birth control. I had never seen her take them. What’s more, I had never seriously considered the possibility that she could become pregnant. Did this mean she wanted to get pregnant? No, she had asked if she could trust me to make sure we took precautions.

“Does that mean we need to stock up on rubbers?” Immediately regretting having asked that question, I retreated. “Forget that. Why are you stopping the pill?”

Laura was walking and brushing. She honored my request to disregard my first question. “I’m a one man woman now. There’s no longer a reason to take the pills unless you have doubts that we can control our urges.”

“I didn’t know you were on the pill,” I said, evading her question.

She handed the brush to me and adjusted my tie. “I’ve taken a lot of chances but that’s not one of them. If I ever have a baby I want to know who the father is.”

We continued the conversation in the car while Laura applied lipstick and touched up her eyebrows. 

“What precautions were you thinking of taking?” I ventured to ask. 

“I was thinking of a diaphragm.” She paused to appraise my mind-set. “If you don’t think we can do it I’ll stay on the pill.”

“Is it up to me?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t put it on me. It’s your body. If you want to stop the pill, we’ll find a way to deal with it.”

“It’s not just you. I’m questioning my own self control. I’m asking if you can be the adult. Can you?”

We were stopped, parked next to Mr. Waite’s Lincoln at the restaurant. I smiled at her. “Please don’t wrinkle your forehead. You’re pretty and I want you to stay that way. Don’t worry, I’ll be the adult.” 

She became maudlin. “There’s something you need to know. If I should become pregnant there’s no turning back. If I’m fortunate enough to go full term, I’ll have it.”

I noticed two things about Laura as we walked into the restaurant to join the Waites. I would need to say something about her hair. It was longer that I had ever seen it. And, the cloud that hovered above us had disappeared. For now, Ollie was not haunting her.
The Waites greeted us warmly and treated us like family. The only business discussed was Harold’s suggestion that Laura and I should consider taking a real estate course. I took this as more of an order than a suggestion and filed a mental note to find out where such a course was offered. 

Wanda and Laura spoke seriously about how Mollie Foster, the former madam, was progressing while Mr. Waite engaged me in conversation about the courses I was taking. 

Suddenly, Wanda burst into an enthusiastic laugh, causing Mr. Waite and I to turn to her to see what had caused the uproar. She could not tell us. In hushed tones Laura bent over the table and told us the story which concerned Mollie. One night at the brothel she was trying to get rid of a drunk who refused to leave. He wanted one more fuck. Mollie became so exasperated that she offered to fuck him herself. The drunk stumbled out of the brothel and Mollie bragged to Ralph that she had taken over his duties as the bouncer.

Hearing Laura tell the story again made Wanda elapse into another round of cackles. Mr. Waite and I were more amused at Wanda’s hooting and snorting than the story.  

Everything went fine until Laura accidentally spilled brandy on her dress. The brandy was seeping into the folds of the pleats when she discovered it. With a shriek she rushed to the lady’s room. 

Mr. Waite took a sip of his brandy and thoughtfully turned to me. “Laura seems unusually nervous tonight.”

Wanda must have seen that I was hesitant to say anything in her presence. She excused herself, saying she would go look after Laura. 

I took the chance and told Mr. Waite about the phone calls from Ollie and how I had infiltrated his family as a means of revenge. I told him of Ollie’s threat to have the brothel closed. I don’t know if it was the threat or my description of the cigarette burn on Laura’s ass that made Mr. Waite react but when I saw the set of his jaw I knew he was on our side. 

Wanda and Laura returned to the table. Laura apologized for ruining the evening. It was evident that she had been crying. She looked pale and drawn. Wanda was lethargic also.

Mr. Waite excused himself and headed toward the men’s room. I comforted Laura and whispered that I had to pee.

Mr. Waite had already formed a plan. Between the comings and goings of others he explained what I was to do. I gave him the name of Ollie’s attorney and the address of the used car lot. While we were in the men’s room Harold told me to call him by his first name. Or, you can call me Judge, he added as he patted me on the back to signal that it was time to return to the ladies.
Laura was telling Wanda about the night she accompanied Mollie to the hospital and I stayed at the brothel to handle the front room. Harold listened attentively.

When we parted both of the Waites hugged Laura, each giving her a kiss on the cheek. 
“That must be what it is like to be taken to dinner by your parents,” Laura said in the car.

“It’s like going to dinner with your parents,” I corrected her, knowing that she had not designated which of us Harold and Wanda claimed to be their child. Laura ignored the technicality.

“The reason I thought of stopping the pill is that it may not be good for me. It’s not natural. But if you prefer I won’t stop.”

“Don’t be silly. If you want to stop taking them I want you to stop. I told you I will be the adult.”

“It’s not all the time. I can be the adult some of the time. It’s just when I go coo coo that you have to remind me to take precautions. Can you do that?”

I turned off the headlights as we pulled into our driveway and coasted to a stop. “I told you I would be the adult,” I said, tiring of the conversation. 

Laura must have heard the annoyance in my voice. She moved near me. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to trap you. Girls do that sometimes. It won’t happen. I’ll see to it. You’ll see to it. But if it did happen, I wanted you to know my plan. I would not give it up.”

“Laura, you don’t have to explain. I know you. I know you wouldn’t try to trap me. You’ve already done that.”

“What! I haven’t trapped you?” She moved away in alarm. I pulled her back and flipped the headlights on. 

“You didn’t have to trap me. I’m your picket fence.”

She had seen the fence during the day but nothing had been mentioned until now. Charles had finished it and moved on to make preparations for us to dismantle the old house. I turned the headlights off and held her. We sat in the dark, silently lost in our own thoughts. 

Laura would not go near the answering machine. We slept in the second bedroom. When she came to bed I could tell that her face had been scrubbed clean from the smell of soap and from the wet ends of her hair, where splashed water had gone astray.

“We’re going to have to do something about your hair.”

“Advice I do not need. Here’s what I need,” she said, her small hand around my cock.

We made love for over an hour, tender at times, violent at others. Laura was insatiable, making me wonder if that was what I was in for every night. She called me the fence and questioned if I was sturdy enough to stand up. At one point she asked me if I knew what an old fashioned fuck was, saying that was what she wanted. “Fuck me the old fashioned way, that’s it, hard and fast.”

When she finally took mercy on me I was exhausted but I knew she would be awake for hours. We were still on different sleep schedules. I had not listened to Ollie’s telephone call.

Laura got up to see me off to class but I told her to go back to sleep. She knew I had an eight o’clock class. What she did not know was that I would not make it on time. I kissed her goodbye and headed to the brothel to carry out the first part of the Judge’s plan.

Bea Cummins questioned why I was there. It was apparent that I was not welcome. But when I told her Mr. Waite wanted to talk to her, she relented. The girls had gone to bed. Ralph was busy cleaning up the kitchen. 

Soon we heard the girls stomping around upstairs. They appeared, one by one, dressed in sleepwear.

“This better be good,” Kelley said, pouring herself a glass of orange juice which Ralph had set out. He offered to make coffee for me but I declined.  

Five of the girls were around the table. Only Bea and Ruby Mae were missing. Not wanting to keep my sleepy audience awake longer than necessary, I began to explain the plan. 

“You’re probably aware of Tess’ misfortune.”

They all nodded except for Brenda Sue.

“She got her ass burnt,” Kelley helped me.

“What does that have to do with us?” Brenda Sue asked skeptically.

“I found the guy that did it. We have a plan to retaliate. I’m asking one of you to volunteer to carry out the plan.” I was pacing the floor, watching the seated girls. They were paying attention but none of the expressed interest in helping.

“Don’t volunteer for anything. Make him pay.” It was Ruby Mae who had descended the stairs, Bea following her.

“I’ll do it Randy,” Rachel raised her hand.

“What needs to be done? Maybe I’ll volunteer,” Tanya spoke up.

“It’s an acting job. The volunteer will act like a whore.” I explained the role as simply as possible.

Five hands popped up. Ruby Mae was the only hold out. All I had to do was chose the one I wanted to entice Ollie into taking his pants off.

“Pick me Randy,” Kelley implored me. She was beside herself, because, I suspected, of the mention of acting.

“Can you drive a car?”

Kelley hung her head. “I probably could. Can you teach me?”

“Sorry Kelley, there isn’t time.”

Two of the other girls had dropped their eyes, also bowing out. Only Rachel and Tanya were left.

“What did the guy do?” Ruby Mae sounded disinterested but somewhat curious.

“He burned a hole in her ass. I seen it once. It was ugly. She had to take a month off to get it fixed,” Kelley said, still dejected that she did not get the job.

“Why did he do it?”

“Because,” Kelley’s voice dripped authority, “he wanted to poke his little prick in her shitter and she said no.” 

Ruby Mae’s open hand slammed down on the table, startling her co-workers and me, “I’ll do it. I don’t care what he asked her to do. She said no. That’s enough. I’ll do it.”

I held my breath as I asked her if she could drive a car and let it out slowly when she said, “Shit yes, give me four on the floor or one of those sissy automatics. I’ll double clutch the cock sucker to hell and back.”

I had my volunteer. I dismissed the other girls, letting them down as easily as I could. Kelley was taking it hard and so was Rachel. The others were more concerned with the details of the job. I assured them that Ruby Mae would tell them everything that happened as soon as it was over.

“Make sure she doesn’t get hurt. I’ve seen girls that got beaten on and girls that got themselves cut. I’ve even seen burns. Don’t let this one come back that way,” Bea appealed to me as she followed the others up stairs.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 27



Ruby Mae and I spent the next hour going over the plan. She sat wide eyed, paying attention to everything I had to say. Every so often her open hand would come down on the table, her jaw set with resolve. She offered suggestions and wanted to talk about what she planned to wear. After giving her a detailed description of Ollie’s appearance I asked her to repeat it for me.

“Shit man, the cock sucker’s a used car salesman. What else do I need to say?” Her grin told me she had memorized Ollie’s description perfectly.

When we both felt she had the plan down Ruby Mae stood and looked me in the eye. “Thanks for picking me Randy. You know I won’t be able to sleep, don’t you?” 

When I looked back from the back door she waved, smiling. I smiled back.

I stopped at the first pay phone I found. Harold was very receptive to my choice of girls. He told me to stop by his office on my way home from school for final instructions.

Huley was sitting with Jake Trainer. She saw me coming first and must have kicked him under the table because he looked up at me. He acknowledged my smile. Huley did not say anything when I handed her the book I had borrowed from her at the beginning of the quarter. I was paying close attention to her face. It did not appear that Ollie had struck her.

“Do you know if your dad is going to play golf tomorrow?”

She gave me a blank stare as if I was not there. “Not with you. You’re horse shit as far as he’s concerned. That goes for me too.”

I grinned at Jake Trainer as I walked away. He grinned back. There was nothing more to say to Huley.

Katherine Simmons smiled briefly when she saw me take my place in the library. We played a cat and mouse game until the warning bell rang at 5 minutes to 1. I caught her ducking her eyes three times when I looked her way and she caught me twice according to my score card. As we passed through the library entrance door on the way to class she handed me a note. I palmed it without looking her way.

I got to Harold Waite’s law office at 3:25. He introduced me to Robert Parker, a young attorney with a starched white shirt and a square chin. Although the young man looked nothing like Sid Parker, Harold must have seen the puzzled look on my face. “Yes, he’s Sid’s nephew. I brought him on to take care of things while I’m not here so you to will be seeing a lot of one another.”

With the introduction out of the way Harold excused himself, leaving me with Robert Parker.

“I take it you know my uncle Sid?” Robert said before plunging into the documents he had prepared. I soon understood that Harold Waite, by excusing himself, was no longer party to the execution of the plan. If anyone asked, the judge would have no knowledge of the plan he had devised.   

At one point during the meeting, Robert made a phone call to Mildred at Ollie’s Auto. I heard him say something about a notary stamp. I used the time to study one of the documents until I thought of the note Katherine had passed to me. 

“You’re paper is the best one I’ve read so far. You can expect an A minus.” 

I grinned to myself. The paper had been turned in early. It was probably the only one she had read. I could not wait to tell her how funny she was.

As we parted Robert handed me his card with instructions to call him when it was over. 

If Laura noticed my nervousness that night she kept it to herself. She pretended not to notice when I shut the bedroom door to listen to Ollie’s phone message from the morning before. I turned the volume as low as it would go before pushing the play button.

“I warned you! What’s with the fascination you have with the name of my lawyer? Don’t call him. He won’t talk to you. I warned him about you. He knows not to accept your calls so don’t try anything cute. Do you hear me? You’re in over your head kid. Didn’t you hear me warn you? No, you gotta keep pushing. Stop talking to my wife. Are you listening? I’ll shut that place down in a minute. If you know what’s good for you you’ll stay away from my family….”

There was a second call.

“Randy, I forgot to mention that I was sorry I woke you last night, ah, this morning. Mrs. Pettersen told me to apologize. That’s the only reason I called. Got it?”

I exchanged the tape in the machine for a new one and stored the tape with Ollie’s messages. Although he had not been specific, a threat had clearly been stated. 

After hearing Ollie’s messages I was not so keyed up. I was even able to transfer my light mood to Laura.

“Okay, Mister Precaution, you don’t have to go that far,” she laughed when I made an elaborate display of rolling a condom on my cock.

{Thanks for help, feedback, comments and suggestions. To be continued}




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 28



Laura may have had a premonition that something was up. She certainly gave me the impression that she was uneasy. I wondered if she had spoken to one of the girls at the brothel. Why hadn't I warned them that she was not to know of the plan to retaliate against Ollie?

If she knew I had skipped one of my classes that day and was planning to miss school the following day she did not let on. With the answering machine light no longer blinking she did not resist when I pushed her toward the big bed.

We undressed one another and sunk into bed. Laura kept the conversation moving, talking about everything from her new job to who we were inviting for Thanksgiving dinner to what would have happened if.

"Did you ever think what would have happened if we had never met?" Laura said, cautiously containing the exhilaration she must have been feeling by the way she was twisting one of my nipples.

"Sure," I answered, wanting to humor her. "If we hadn't met I would probably be a vagrant looking for handouts."

"No! You would be in bed with a beautiful society girl and I would be working in a dark house outside of Vegas."

I shuddered. It was no longer funny. She had remained at the brothel because of me. The thought popped into my mind that by moving on she would have avoided getting a cigarette put out on her butt. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. Indirectly, the cigarette burn was my fault.

"Let's not think about that any more, okay?"

But Laura wasn't ready to stop. "If we hadn't met I wouldn't have this ring."

"If you hadn't asked me to spend a weekend in the hotel with you I wouldn't be lying here with a hard on." 

"Oh?" Her hand moved down. "Oh, you do, don't you."

That is when I opened the package and made a production of rolling a condom on my cock. Laura roared when she felt what I was doing.

"You don't need to take precautions yet. I haven't stopped the pills. I may not."

"That's not what I meant at all. I was just trying to be funny. Don't keep taking the pills for my convenience." I felt my cock going soft in the condom

We talked for an hour about the pros and cons of Laura eliminating the use of the pills. She brought up our difference in ages and her past. I countered with how lucky I was to have her, stressing how attractive she was. She repeated her vow to not trick me or trap me. I urged her to find an alternative to the pills as a form of birth control. She promised to see a medical doctor for advice. Sometime during the conversation the condom dropped off of my cock. 

"I'm going to have to give this thing a jump start," she said as she rose to her knees and knelt near my mid-section. The stirring in my balls told us both that the jump start would not take long.

Laura loved to paddle around the house with bare feet on the cold wooded floors. She also loved to stand on my feet, she said, to avoid the early morning November cold. I indulged her, enjoying her closeness. She seemed to know I was in no rush to leave.

"Would it be too much to ask you to spend the afternoon with me?"

"You decide what you want to do. I'll come straight home," I promised.

"Have fun. Don't get into trouble," she cautioned as she pushed me out the door at 7:30. She knew I had an 8 o'clock class. I could almost tell she knew I wasn't going to school.

The girls had stayed up to see Ruby Mae off. They were dressed for bed; she was dressed for adventure.

Ruby Mae towered over me. The midriff was a little extreme to my way of thinking but it was her role. She was in charge of wardrobe. 

She relaxed when I smiled to show my approval. The red jacket buttoned smartly down the front and missed meeting the short black skirt by three inches. Her legs, showing from six inches above the knees to where they disappearing in black high heels, were bare. 

When she gave me a skeptical look for taking too long to re-socket my eyes, I covered my tracks by saying I hoped she wouldn't get too cold dressed that way.

"Honey, I could warm up an Eskimo in this outfit," she said, causing the girls at the table to giggle in unison. Even Bea Cummins smiled.

"Driver's license?" It had just occurred to me that some car dealers wanted to know who they were taking for a test drive.

Ruby Mae tilted one hip sideways before slowly unbuttoning the jacket to reveal a black bra. She reached into a zippered pocket. 

"That's so fucking sexy," Kelley said. "Let us see."

Ruby Mae pivoted on one heel, maintaining the angled hip in the process. The girls applauded but Kelley had more to say. "That padded bra does wonders for your tiny tits."

"Take that back, you know it ain't padded," Ruby Mae shot back.

"Girls!" That was all Bea had to say. There was silence in the room.

Ruby Mae turned back to me and I decided Kelley was right. The black bra was padded. But she was also right in saying the move was sexy. 

"It's from California but it's valid," she said as she zipped up the inside pocket and buttoned the jacket.

"That's a relief. And that was good thinking to bring it," I congratulated Ruby Mae. She smiled.

We had plenty of time. It was Ollie's habit to arrive at the used car lot at 10 A.M., even on Wednesdays when he played golf. Huley would not say or did not know if her father intended to golf that day but I had decided not to take any chances. I had moved up the encounter from afternoon to the morning. Morning was better for Ruby Mae. She would have the afternoon to sleep. 

We went over the plan as I drove. I described Ollie's appearance and had Ruby Mae repeat what I had told her.

"His eyebrows are crooked. The one on the left is longer," she finished the description just as I had told her. 

"He lives with his wife and two daughters in a big house on a quiet street," I informed her but when she wanted to know about Rosita and the girls I declined to say more. 

"Let me tell you about his sister. Aunt Clarisa is the best looking one in the family."

We took the route twice. From the car lot we drove north and made two turns until we found a roughly graded road that ran next to power lines. It was a long, practically deserted road with only jack rabbits and the buzz of the wires to entertain the traveler.

On the second trip to the power line road I stopped to buy a Polaroid camera and several packs of film.

At 10 A.M. I parked about two hundred feet from the lot on the opposite side of the street. 

"There's a back entrance. Make sure you come out this one," I said to Ruby Mae. 

"What's this for?" She asked as I handed her the red briefs that had caused me so much trouble in the past.

"Wave them out the window so I'll know it's you."

Aside from the inside zipper pocket, which was too small, there was no place in her outfit to store the briefs.

"What the fuck?" I gasped when I saw her sliding the red briefs up her long legs.

"It'll be a good ice breaker," she said, winking at me as she got out of the car. I watched her swing her ass as she crossed the street. I wondered if she putting on a show for me to prove that she was secure in the role.

Thirty minutes passed and there had been no cars leave the lot. I was getting nervous. Had something gone wrong? Had she been found out? 

Then I saw it. A black four door Cadillac pulled out of the used car lot and stopped at the traffic lights. I could make out the dealer plate on the rear of the car and there it was, my briefs being waved out the driver's side window. I started my engine and whispered to myself, "Praise you, Ruby Mae."

"Praise you, Ruby Mae," I repeated when I saw that she was making the second turn and speeding up the dusty road. I stopped when I saw my red briefs in the middle of the road. She must be warning me to not come closer, I thought.

The next 45 minutes was the longest day and a half I had ever spent. I hummed along to the radio. I practiced taking a picture with the camera but my subject, a jack rabbit, moved. I read the documents twice and thumbed through my history text, unable to concentrate. It must have been well after 11 A.M. when I saw the car heading my way. 

"Whatcha been doin?" Ruby Mae asked as she stopped the car. 

"What have you been doing? Did it go okay?"

"You know about the bear in the woods, don't you?"

I laughed. She was securing the bra fasteners at her back. 

"How much did you get?"

She gave me a disgusted look. "Do I gotta hand it all over? Can I keep some?"

"Put it in this envelope, all if it."

"I got everything he had on him, a hundred and fifty bucks. Then I got him to write me a check."

"No shit! You did good, Ruby Mae."

"I did, didn't I," she grinned. She had opened the door and was getting out. 

"Did you keep your shoes on the whole time?" Besides the bra which she had put back on, the shoes were the only thing she was wearing.

"You know about the bear?" 

I laughed again and watched her adjust the black skirt around her waist. She put the jacket on and got back into the car. 

"He'll be along in a few minutes. It may be tough walking on these stones," she said, holding up one of Ollie's shoes with a wide grin.

"What should I be looking for?" I asked, wanting to know if he would be wearing pants or his shorts.

"He's got one eyebrow that's longer than the other one," she said before hitting the accelerator and leaving a cloud of dust.

So far, so good, I thought. It was another 10 minutes before I saw the tall thin figure approach from what looked to be a half mile away. As he got closer I could see that, as they say, Ollie was a true blond, an angry blond but a blond just the same.

I had the engine running, doors locked and the windows rolled up when he limped to the driver's side of the car. The blue vein was protruding from his forehead and there was bloody terror in his eyes. He tried the car door and made a half hearted stab at kicking the side before thinking better of it.

"Unlock this door," he shouted through the glass.

I put the transmission in reverse and backed, leaving him standing in the middle of the road. His mouth was moving. I could only imagine what he was calling me. I adjusted the camera and snapped a picture.

I rolled down my window. "Take your position in front of the car."

"Fuck you," I heard him say. I backed the car another ten feet. He limped after me. His little cock was hardly visible, chilly air causing it to retract into the curly blond hair.

"Take your position in front of the car," I repeated the instruction for his benefit. 

"Fuck you," he said. But when he saw me move the gear shift to reverse he stepped lively, limping to where the hood of my car would hide his bottom half. 

I took another picture and watched him glare at me. His jaw was clenched.

I tossed a large enveloped out the window to land just in front of him. "You can go over those documents while we wait for the notary," I advised him.

Ollie glared at me, leaving the envelope untouched. I watched as my remark about the notary sunk in. 

"Give me my clothes," he demanded.

"I don't have them but I'll let you wear these if you read the documents and promise to sign them when Mildred gets here."

I was holding up my red briefs but he didn't see them. His jaw had dropped when he heard Mildred's name. I waved the briefs to get his attention. 

Reluctantly, he opened the envelope and removed the four documents. 

He ripped the first one into shreds and threw it to the ground. "I won't sign that."

I knew the order of the documents. It was the apology to Laura. I waved the briefs again before throwing them to the floorboard. When he lunged at the car I backed up a few feet, leaving him naked in the cool November sun. I took another picture, getting a full body shot.

In the time it took Ruby Mae to drive to the car lot and return with Mildred and her notary stamp Ollie read and rejected the four documents. To demonstrate his total annoyance at being humiliated on a deserted dusty road, he ripped each document into tiny pieces. 

I saw a mixture of embarrassment and anger in Ollie's eyes when we heard the Cadillac coming. I snapped another picture.

"Give me those shorts," he shouted at me when the car came into view. I backed up three feet to show him who was in charge. He reached out for the hood of my car, taking two quick steps to hide his deflated cock from the two females.

When Ruby Mae pulled the Cadillac up next to my car I was sure I saw a snicker on Mildred's face at the sight of her naked boss. But she became very serious when he limped around the car, trying all the doors and pleading for her to let him in. Ruby Mae kept him hopping by moving forward and back each time Ollie got close enough to bang on one of the windows.

Ruby Mae was having fun but I had to put a stop to it so we could conduct some business.

"Take your position in front of my car," I shouted in a firm tone that got Ollie's attention. He reminded me of a beaten dog with its tail between its legs as he limped to the front of my car.

I tossed a second envelope of documents to the hood of my car. 

"That's the only other copy. Sign each of them with the pen inside the envelope. Bring each of the documents to Mildred. She will notarize your signature." Ollie opened the envelope but had a second thought. "I'm going close that place down. This whore and your sister will be out of work," he said, looking Ruby Mae's way and then leering at me.

I rolled down my window again so he could hear me. "You keep saying that but we both know you won't even try to close the place down. I have a trump card too."

"You're out of your league kid," he sneered.

"I've told you I would not involve Rosita or Huley in any of this but if you keep stalling, I will."

"You wouldn't dare."

"If you try to close the place down I'll mail one of these pictures to Rosita."

"Stop calling her that. She's Mrs. Pettersen to you."

"If you call my house again I'll speak to Rosita. We have all sorts of things to discuss. She likes me and the feeling is mutual."

He glared at me and then at the other car where Ruby Mae and Mildred sat watching him. "Do something. Help me," she appealed to Mildred. She turned and said something to Ruby Mae who laughed.

"Begin signing Mr. Pettersen. If you don't sign all four of the documents we'll leave you out here in your birthday suit and drive straight to your house. I'll tell Rosita everything and show her these pictures."

"She wouldn't believe you," he said, faking bravado. 

"Ollie, we've got the check you wrote to Ruby Mae. I'll take her with me. Rosita will recognize your cum still in her pussy."

Hearing laughter from the other car I motioned for Mildred to roll up her window. She and Ruby Mae were cracking up at my assertion that Rosita would know Ollie's cum.

He must have seen the futility. When he finished signing the first document I had to remind him to bring it to Mildred before signing the next one. Ruby Mae watched closely as the window was opened only far enough to slide the single sheet of paper through. 

Mildred performed the act of notary in a professional manner, asking Mr. Pettersen if he was signing the document of his own volition, stopping short of asking if he had any identification to prove if he was who he claimed to be.

"I'm not signing this!" Ollie shouted, outraged at our demand for him to pay the doctor and hospital bills for having Laura's ass cheek repaired.

I rolled my window down and motioned to Mildred to do the same. "Ruby Mae Did you tell Mildred what Mr. Pettersen did to Tess?" She smiled but before she could say anything to Mildred, Ollie changed his mind and yelled to me that he would be happy to pay the expenses.

He balked again when he saw the amount he was expected to pay for loss of wages and for pain and suffering. His complaint that he was signing under duress had been anticipated. When he boasted that none of the documents would stand up in court I countered by saying it would be arranged for Rosita to have a front row seat in court. 

Ollie broke down and cried when he came to the fourth document. How could he take back the car he had given his daughter? The scratches and dents in the body were to be repaired and the car was to be painted fire engine red. Within seven days of the signing the car was to be offered to Laura T Stone for the same price he had paid her two years before. 

Each time a document was signed Ollie walked with tender feet to Mildred's side of the car to slide it through the window and answer Mildred's questions. When the last one was delivered I instructed him to walk up the road. 

Ruby Mae gave me the signal that all four documents were signed and notarized. Ollie had only walked about 10 feet and turned around. For Ruby Mae to get out of the Cadillac and run around both cars in high heels we would need more time. Ollie, even with tender feet, was likely to sacrifice comfort to get to Ruby Mae and if he caught her there would be hell to pay. 

I made a circular motion to her. She nodded that she understood my intention to back up and turn my car around. When I was 50 feet down the road and facing the opposite direction she backed the Cadillac to within inches of me, rolled down the window and asked in her saucy tone, "Whatcha been doin?"

Ruby Mae joined me in the front seat and handed me the keys to the Cadillac. We drove 20 feet before I stopped and made sure Ollie saw me place the keys in the middle of the road. 

Ruby Mae was jumping up and down hysterically as we drove away. "We did it!" She was screaming with such excitement that I stopped the car.

"Come here," I said, wanting to calm her down.

"You were great," she exclaimed as she jumped into my open arms.

"You were fantastic," I congratulated her; patting her back and feeling her body shudder under the pressure of my hands.

She was smiling through tears. "I haven't had that much fun in ages," she said, wiping her eyes.

"Look back there," I said. Ruby Mae turned to see Ollie walking past the Cadillac and Mildred, his hands covering his crotch. I got out of the car and took another picture before we got underway. 

What time was it? I had promised Laura that I would go straight home after class. 

I was suppose to phone Robert Parker when it was over but I went straight to the law office to deliver the signed documents, photos and the money Ollie had paid Ruby Mae for sex.

Robert could see that I was in a hurry but he wanted to know what had taken place. He followed me outside, asking questions, shaking my hand at every opportunity. When he spotted Ruby Mae waiting in the car he turned to go back inside.

"Want to meet her? She was the one that pulled it off."

"No, I better not," he answered, a red flush coming to his cheeks.

"She would like to meet you. Come on, she's a swell girl and a nice person when you get past the crust."

Still he hung back. But he did not go back inside either. "I'm married," he said, defensively.

"She won't hold that against you. It isn't like you're going to fuck her," I teased him.

"All right, I guess I should meet her but just for a minute."

"Ruby Mae, this is Robert. He's going to see that Tess gets everything she has coming to her."

"Pleased to meet you," Ruby Mae said. She was standing outside the car, taller than Robert and much taller than me.

"I understand you were fantastic today," Robert managed to say.

Ruby Mae hung her head. "I was just acting. Randy told me what to say."

This was my chance. "I didn't tell you how to go about it. Why don't you tell us what actually happened." This was all the encouragement she needed. Ruby Mae was dying to tell anyone who would listen how she handled Ollie.

"Three sales guys pounced on me as soon as I walked onto the car lot. They all wanted to help me find the right car. I told them I had to see the boss and it took several minutes to convince them at I would only deal with Ollie. That's why it took so long," she looked my way. I nodded.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 28



"Randy gave me these red briefs to wave out the window so he would know to follow me. When we stopped at the light I put the car into park so I could reach under my skirt and pull them down. You should have seen his eyes bug out Randy."

"She was wearing the briefs because she didn't have a pocket to put them in," I explained to Robert. He threw his head back to laugh.

"I stopped the car on the dusty road and turned off the engine. Mr. Pettersen asked me why I had stopped so I told him I had an itch, right here." She had unbuttoned the red jacket and was trying to reach a place on her back.

"That's okay Ruby Mae. You don't have to show us, just tell us what happened." I said, afraid that Robert would go back inside.

"He reached over to scratch my back and I took off my jacket. His eyes got big when he saw I was only wearing the bra under the jacket. I could tell he was getting ideas. I suggested we get into the back seat where he we would have more room to scratch all the places that itched. You should have seen how fast that man moved. I didn't waste any time either. When I got his pants off I asked him how much a good blow job was worth. When he pulled out a fifty I started to put my bra back on. He pulled out another fifty so I put the two fifties in my pocket and did him just like that. I fussed over him like I always do and he went crazy."

Ruby Mae paused to assess the attention her story was drawing. Satisfied, she continued. "When I got him almost there I stopped and asked him how he liked it. He got that you-stole-my-ice-cream-cone look that little boys get and said I wasn't finished. I said if he wanted me to finish it would cost him more. That's when I first saw that blue vein you told me about."

I looked at Robert. It was evident that he was breathing through his open mouth and his eyes were wide with anticipation. Ruby Mae saw it too.

"He fished out another 50 and said that was all he had. I told him he could write me a check and he asked me how much."

"God! You are good!" Robert put in, making Ruby Mae beam with pride. 

"He said he didn't have his checkbook with him so I said, 'well mister, this extra 50 ain't going to get it.' I was stroking his cock all the time and when I took my hand away to hitch up my bra he says, 'wait, wait, I've got a check.' I took his cock in my hand again and told him, 'let's just see how fast you can write that check.' All he wanted to know was how much and when I said another hundred and fifty he didn't think twice. As soon as I had the check in my pocket I brought him off."

Ruby Mae was pleased with herself. She looked at Robert and then at me, smiling like her horse had just won the Kentucky Derby.

"While he rested I put our cloths in two stacks on the front seat, locked the front passenger door and turned on the engine so the air conditioner would cool us off, or so I told him. When he was revived enough to fuck we were both naked in the back seat. It took forever to bring him off. I tried everything I know. The cocksucker wouldn't blow his load. I've never seen anything like it. I've heard of cases like this. It came to me. Guess what I did."

We stood speechless. Robert was not going to venture a guess and I had no idea what she had done. She took pity on us.

"I did two things at the same time so I'm not sure which one worked."

Ruby Mae stopped again, looking from one of us to the other.

"Well? Come on Ruby Mae, tell us." Laura was waiting for me to come home.

"He likes pain. That's all I can tell you. I twisted the shit out of his little nipples and stuck two fingers up his ass. He grunted and groaned and let out a bellow they must have heard at the center of town."

Ruby Mae's eyes glistened with pride. She had accomplished the impossible and lived to tell about it. Robert was preparing to wish us well and say goodbye but Ruby Mae was not finished.

"He was on top of me. He wouldn't move. The son of a bitch wanted me to suck him off again so he could do my ass. I said, 'no way mother fucker. Get in the front and put your cloths on.' Well, he bitched and moaned. I bit his nipples to get his attention. He liked that and wanted me to do it some more. I hopped over the seat and told him to move up there with me. As soon as he got out of the back door I burned rubber and here we are."

Robert was clearly impressed. He congratulated Ruby Mae again and then me. I told him we had to get going. 

Ruby Mae wanted to know when she would get her three hundred dollars. Robert said he would need the check and bills as evidence but he would see to it that she got her money.

"Can I have these as a souvenir," Ruby Mae asked, my red briefs in her hand. 

"Sure, they've caused me nothing but trouble," I laughed.

On the way to the brothel we went over the events of the day. At the back door she hugged me and told me how much she had enjoyed working with me. 

"Are you going to wake up the girls?" I asked.

"You have heard about the bear in the woods, haven't you?"

On the way home I wrestled with the question, should I tell Laura why I'm late?

To be continued. Vote, Comment, Send feedback!}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 29



Laura said nothing about my being over an hour late and when I started to apologize she shushed me saying it didn’t matter. 

We spent the afternoon shopping because that was what Laura wanted to do. In addition to the two laundry appliances we needed furniture for the new room. 

While at the furniture store Laura found a small desk that suited her. The salesman had been watching us, curiously. He catered to the wishes of Laura, giving her his full attention while ignoring me. I didn’t blame him. She was so cute in tight cut offs and T-shirt that accented every curvature of her body. Her hair was bundled in a ponytail, well off of her ears adorned with tiny diamonds. 

“How do you like it Honey?” She came close and squeezed my right hand. I could tell she was up to something. I played along.

“Its kind of small for you,” I objected, getting the salesman’s attention. For the first time he took his eyes off of Laura to glare at me.

“Do you really think so sweetie? I know what you’re thinking. Shall we try it?” 

Smiling, I squeezed her hand to show my amusement.

Laura turned to the salesman. “Do you mind if we try it? My husband doesn’t think it’s large enough for me to fit underneath.”

The red faced salesman directed us to a slightly larger model which we settled on. Laura squeezed my hand as the salesman pointed out the solid wood and the workmanship, looking to me for approval. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t offer to see if you could fit underneath,” I told Laura when we left the store.

“He got the point. The ring comes in handy once in a while,” she said, flashing the gold band I have given her. “That’s what I should have gotten you for your birthday,” she said more to herself than to me, divulging that she had gotten me a present.

“What shall we do now?” It was 4:30 P.M. and I was famished. We were sitting in the car in front of the furniture store after arranging for folding tables and chairs to be delivered the day before Thanksgiving.

“We’ve done the important things. What would you like to do? It’s your day too,” Laura offered.

“We could get something to eat,” I suggested timidly, not wanting to admit I had not eaten anything since breakfast. 

“Or we could look for a car for me,” Laura said, ignoring the hint that I was starving. “It’s plain to see. I’m going to need one.”

“What kind of car would you like?” It was the first thing I thought of to say. We had not discussed it but of course she would need a car for her job. I had made arrangements for her to have a car. That was what I had been doing all morning. That was the reason I was late getting home. But parked in front of the furniture rental store was not the place to tell her. It was not the right time to talk about Ollie and what Ruby Mae and I had put him through.

“It doesn’t need to be new or fancy. Something like this one would serve me well.” She patted the dashboard of my car and placed one hand on the back of my head, feeling how long my hair had gotten.

Would a Corvette be too fancy? That’s what I should have said. “Let’s take a look.” 

“We don’t have to make a hasty decision. We can drive by a place or two on the way home. We don’t have to stop today. I want to go home and cut your hair. You can open your birthday presents while I cook.”

I grimaced at the thought of her cooking. She pulled my hair. 

“We should check the newspaper ads to study current prices,” I said when Laura pointed out a Chevrolet that looked clean and well kept. 

“You’re right,” she agreed, running her hand through my hair again.

“You can use this one all day on Saturday. I’ll borrow one of the guy’s cars if I need to go anywhere,” I offered. This seemed to suit her. It suited me too. I would surprise her with the Corvette, her Corvette, and there would be no need to shop for a car. We dropped the subject and headed home.

I knew something was up when Sylvia practically followed us in the back door. She was carrying a round container which I recognized to be a cake box.

“I’ll bet he’s glad to see you,” Laura said to Sylvia. “You should have seen his expression when I volunteered to cook.”

The two women exchanged a glance while I stood tongue tied. Anything I said would be wrong. It was better to remain statue-like and not comment. Laura took pity on me.

“Honey, you check the telephone messages while I set up to cut your hair. You can open your gifts and Sylvia will make us something to eat.”

The first message was from Robert Parker, asking that I return his call. He gave his home phone number, making me think it was important. The second was Huley.

“FUCKING BASTARD!”

I pressed the stop button to silence the speaker but it was too late. Laura was at the door, shock and fear in her eyes. I went to her without listening to the rest of Huley’s message. It didn’t matter what she had to say. Nothing mattered except Laura.

“Come here,” I urged her to join me inside the bedroom. I held her, kicking the door closed.

“What have you done?” She pulled away from me, searching my eyes for a sign that it was not as bad as she perceived.

I reached out and pulled her to the bed, wanting to hold her while I answered her question. But she bounced up in an instant and moved to the center of the room and away from my clutches.

“Huley is Ollie’s daughter, you know that,” I began.

Laura listened as I told her how Ruby Mae and I had humiliated Ollie Pettersen and gotten him to sign the four documents. The fact that Harold Waite had formulated the plan and condoned Ruby Mae’s participation did not seem to impress or annoy Laura. She listened complacently, showing no emotion. 

When she had heard enough Laura suggested we go back to the kitchen before Sylvia felt abandoned. I followed her, leaving the balance of Huley’s message unheard and without returning Robert Parker’s call.

It was soon apparent that the small birthday celebration had been concocted by Laura and Sylvia. We abandoned the plan to cut my hair. I unwrapped the presents from home before we ate. There were shirts and sweaters with a chess set and a calculator thrown in for good measure. Laura suggested that I call to thank my family for the presents and I agreed, saying that I would make the call on Saturday or Sunday.

I opened a bottle of wine and we enjoyed an excellent meal. Even Laura, considering how morose she had been when she heard what we had put Ollie through, was exceptionally good-humored. Outwardly, she had set aside the bad feelings that I knew were lurking in her subconscious. We told Sylvia about the furniture salesman and how Laura had embarrassed him, something I had seen her do before when she felt that a male was paying too much attention to her.

When it was time for cake and coffee Sylvia presented a soft package, saying she hoped they were the right size. 

They admitted they had gone shopping together and that Laura had helped select the set of three pairs of silk briefs. In addition to red, there was a black pair and one in a leopard-skin design. 

“Just what I needed,” I said smiling to myself, wishing I could tell them how Ruby Mae had worn my red briefs under her skirt when she walked onto Ollie’s used car lot, waved them out the window to signal to me that she had him in the car, left them in the middle of the dusty road to warn me where to park and later, asked for the briefs to have as a memento.

“Try them on,” Sylvia commanded. Her expression, the excitement in her eyes, told me there had been purpose to her purchase. Laura’s smile of encouragement made me agree to meet the challenge. I excused myself.

When I emerged from the bedroom I was wearing only the leopard-skin briefs and a white sweater from my family’s gifts. The sweater was meant for tennis, v-neck with blue and red trim around the neck and wrists. I wondered when I would get a chance to wear it for tennis. 

They both howled, making me twirl around to show off how the briefs hugged my butt. Laura pushed me into a chair and took a seat on my lap. With one arm around my neck looked into my eyes. She held my gaze for a long time before handing me a square package with a bow on top.

“I hope this is the right size,” she said, adjusting her position to give me space to open the package. She had to hang on as I bounced her vigorously on my knees. I stopped when I saw Sylvia out of the corner of my eye and realized I had not thanked her properly.

“Thank you Sylvia. They fit perfectly. I’ll wear them for special occasions.”

“Can I count on that? Will I have to sneak a peek to know if it’s a special occasion? 

“No, I’ll tell you which color I’m wearing,” I laughed, “if I don’t say anything you’ll have to sneak a peek.”

She smiled contentedly, apparently satisfied with my appreciation of her gift. 

Laura was impatient, anxious for me to open the square box. She ripped the bow off and I bounced her on my knees a couple of times to settle her down. Soon the wrapping paper was on the floor and I was finding a box within the box.

I was mortified to see the watch, and then became fearful that she would see the look of astonishment on my face. Should I tell her that I can not wear a watch? I had tried to wear several watches in the past. They would not keep time on my wrist. 

It was an Omega and looked expensive. Dutifully, I expanded the band over my left fist and looked at it admiringly. 

“It’s beautiful!” I exclaimed, holding my arm up for Sylvia to see. And it was beautiful. I had never had an expensive watch. Perhaps it would work. I kissed Laura and held her to me. She broke away, wanting to see how the watch looked on my wrist. I bounced her on my knees again.

“Happy birthday Honey.” 

You shouldn’t have, I wanted to say but stopped short, thanking her for the present. 

Sylvia could see that we wanted to be alone and when she tried to slip away we both thanked her for coming to my party. Laura thanked her for doing the cooking and I thanked her for the briefs. As soon as Sylvia was out the door Laura jumped from my lap and became serious.

“What were you thinking? You put yourself and Ruby Mae in danger! What if something had gone wrong? It would have been my fault. Did you think of that?”

“We were very careful. We didn’t take any chances,” I answered, lamely.

“It’s obvious his family knows what you did. Did you plan to hurt them? Did you think you were helping me?

“If they know it’s because he told them. He knew I had no intention of involving them. I swore to keep his family out of it.”

Laura’s expression softened. It was evident that she did not doubt what I was saying. 

“Let’s listen to those messages,” she said, pulling me towards the bedroom and the answering machine. I managed to shed the sweater on the way, hoping to strip her also but Laura was not having it. She did allow me to place her on the bed, fully clothed. I pushed the play button to resume Huley’s message which had begun, “FUCKING BASTARD!”

“Nice girl,” Laura observed as the recording began to play.

“If you’re trying to ruin papa because I dumped you it won’t work. We’re not playing your game. I don’t know what happened but you’re up to no good. You can go FUCK yourself as far as we’re concerned. Don’t call here. My family doesn’t want to talk you.” 

There was a third message from Rosita. She asked that I call her. Laura stopped me when she saw that I was dialing a number. Actually, I was returning Robert Parker’s call, not Rosita’s but I hung up the receiver and turned to Laura.

“Tell me what happened again,” she requested, placing her hand on my bare chest. I repeated the story about events of the morning, describing how Ruby Mae had been dressed when I picked her up at the brothel, how we had done two dry runs to make sure she could find the deserted road, purchased the camera and how Ruby Mae had slipped my red briefs on because she didn’t have a pocket big enough to store them.

Laura’s lips hinted a smile when I described how Ruby Mae had swung her hips, crossing the street and onto Ollie’s used car lot. Her fist bunched my chest hair when I told her how nervous I had gotten when it took thirty minutes before I saw the Cadillac pull out of the lot and stop at the traffic light. She expelled pent up air when I told her how relieved I was to see my red briefs being waved from the driver’s side of the car.

Laura smoothed my chest hair while I told her how I had stopped when I saw my red briefs in the middle of the road and how I waited for what seemed like an eternity until Ruby Mae came driving back and stopped the car next to me and how she got out with nothing on except her bra to step into her skirt. 

I described the way Ollie appeared, naked, walking towards me, demanding I give him his clothes and how I maneuvered the car to make him understand that he was under my control. I told how he had objected to the signing of each document and how Mildred had notarized each one. Laura’s only sign of interest was when I mentioned the apology. 

“I don’t like this at all. I don’t care if Harold sanctioned it. You took a risk and you involved Ruby Mae.” Laura spoke sternly, all the time, removing her clothes. When she got down to her panties she unbound the ponytail and joined me under the sheet. 

Soon I felt her bare legs rubbing against mine and her panties next to the leopard-skin briefs. She was still upset. I had to set her straight. 

“He threatened to have the brothel closed down.”

I felt Laura’s body become rigid. She was holding her breath. I patted her on the butt and told her to relax. 

“That’s what prompted Harold to formulate the plan and have one of the girls participate. He was pleased to learn that Ruby Mae had volunteered but once the plan was being implemented he stepped aside and told me to deal with Robert Parker.”

This did little to console her. She was still tense. “What’s going to happen to Mildred?”

I had to admit I didn’t know, saying, “Ruby Mae didn’t have any trouble recruiting her. She seemed to be enjoying herself.” 

“I knew you were up to something this morning when you were leaving,” Laura said. Her body felt soft and warm next to mine. I patted her buttocks and squeezed. She smiled but pulled away, telling me it was time to make some phone calls.

Robert Parker greeted me with a grave tone in his voice. He had been to visit Ollie’s attorney, Oliver Rose Junior who had warned him that there was only a slim possibility of collecting anything from Ollie. Upon hearing this news Robert became skeptical that Mr. Pettersen had told Mr. Rose what to say. Mr. Rose advised Robert that he was privy to Ollie’s financial status and suggested he speak with Mr. Pettersen’s Certified Public Accountant.

Laura, who was hearing only my side of the conversation, was only mildly curious as to what I was learning. When I mentioned the car she sat up and pressed her ear to the receiver. 

“That may be the only thing we get,” we heard Robert say, making Laura give me an inquisitive look. “It’s unlikely he will repair the body or have the car painted. The C P A confirmed that Mr. Pettersen is mortgaged to the hilt. The only thing he owns outright is the used car lot property; the inventory and even the house carry steep mortgages.” Hearing this, Laura shrunk back on the bed, despair shadowing her face. I cut the conversation with Robert as short as possible.

“What’s that about a car?” Laura said with skepticism. 

“Huley has your car, the Corvette,” I answered carefully, knowing it was going to be hard to explain why I had not told her this sooner.

“You were asking for the car? For whom? Did you think I would want it?”

“He paid you less that market value. I was getting it back for the same price he paid you. You can sell it for more or keep it. But it sounds like he either refuses to have it repaired or doesn’t have the funds.” 

“Randy, my sweet, do you know what you’ve done? You’ve poked a caged animal and gotten him mad. And in so doing you’ve upset his family, possibly ruined their life together.”

“Yes,” I answered thoughtfully, “but you should have seen him squatting naked in the middle of the road to pick up his car keys. I have a picture. Want to see it?”

She grinned. “Do you?”

“I took a bunch of pictures of him. I told him Rosita would see them if he went back on his word.”

“It sounds like he has done that,” she laughed. We hugged. She giggled and I joined in, thinking that all was for naught. 

“I did it for you.”

“I know,” Laura said. Her sigh told me that while resolute, she acknowledged my intentions were well meaning.

I dialed the number of the Pettersen household but when Huley answered and discovered it was me she immediately hung up. At least it had not been Ollie. I tried the number again. Petri answered, sullen and despondent but she said her mother wanted to talk with me. Several minutes elapsed before Petri came back on the line, saying she could not find Rosita. “She must have gone out.”

We terminated the phone call without saying more. I wondered if Petri was being truthful or if Rosita had changed her mind about wanting to talk with me.

“I don’t want the car,” Laura informed me. This was something I had anticipated. The car was two years older and it had undergone some rough treatment, first by Ollie, followed by his daughter. That was the reason I had insisted the body work be done and the car be painted fire engine red. I explained this to Laura.

“Fire engine red! What gave you the idea I would want a red car?”

“It sounds like it is a moot point. We’ll have to have it painted. What color would you like?”

“I don’t want the car. We’ve done too much to upset the family as it is.” Laura sounded distraught but unwavering. I didn’t press the matter. 

“At least we have his signed apology,” I said, attempting to salvage something from my efforts.

“It’s meaningless. He wasn’t sincere,” she challenged. I could not disagree.

“And the photographs, we have them.”

“Yes, we have the photographs,” Laura said solemnly, making me see the gravity of the situation. I had risked so much and gained nothing. 

“And he won’t be shutting down the brothel,” I boasted.

She ran her hand over my chest, contemplating my assertion of accomplishment.

“Oh, my sweet, he wouldn’t have been able to close the brothel. We have safeguards. Harold knows that. I’m surprised he let you go through with the plan. It could have ended in disaster. In fact, it did. It sounds like his family is in shambles.”

“Have you forgotten what he did to you? He’s been exposed. Almost everything he owns is mortgaged. Doesn’t revenge mean anything to you?”

She didn’t respond. We fell silent, Laura rubbing my chest and me rubbing her back. I was near sleep when she spoke.

“Thank you.”

Laura was so perceptive. She wasn’t thanking me for seeking revenge against Ollie. She said he would not understand and she was right. He did not think he had done anything wrong, repeating that she had it coming. She was thanking me for picking up the pieces, getting her ass surgically repaired and her mental state back on track. “You promised to come back and get my butt fixed but your coming back fixed my mind. Your being here gave me the incentive to go through with the operation and make a life for us.”

“God sis, that’s quite a speech,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. It seemed to work. After several minutes she moved upward. 

“Now help your big sister with her panties. I want to be the first to get you out of those new briefs.”

I laughed, reaching for her panties and raising my butt at the same time. “You’ll be the only one,” I assured her, thinking that I would never wear the briefs again. 

The next two days were filled with classes, study and work. I was too busy to give Ollie and the documents he had signed more than a passing thought as I drove by the used car lot on my way to and from the school.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 29



“Rosita wants to see us,” Laura said when I got home on Friday afternoon. 

“She called? She wants to see us?” I stammered.

“Yes, she called. I told her we would go tonight.”

“Did she say if Ollie would be there?”

“She didn’t say. I’m not looking forward to seeing him either but I told her we would be there at eight.”

“Okay,” I said, wondering why Rosita wanted to see Laura.

We talked about other things on the drive to the Pettersen home. While curious, we saw no need to rehearse what we would say, how we would answer certain questions or for that matter, how we would act. 

Laura struggled to catch her breath when she saw the car. The Corvette was parked in front of a Cadillac on the circular drive. 

“Petri, this is my sister, Laura,” I said when Petri answered the door, a sullen expression on her face.

“Don’t try to bullshit me. We know she isn’t your sister,” Petri’s uncharacteristic remark caught me off guard but it didn’t seem to phase Laura. She put her hand forward in an effort to shake hands, a gesture Petri totally ignored.

“She’s on to us sis,” I said, failing to make an impression on either of the females. 

From the far end of the hall I caught a glimpse of Huley, sticking her head out and ducking back into the family room. I took Laura’s hand and headed in that direction. Petri followed, silently.

“Laura, this is Rosita and Huley Pettersen,” I said, noting that Ollie was absent. Laura nodded to the two women. They sat passively, Rosita in a wing tipped chair by the fireplace, Huley next to Jake Trainer on one of the sofas in the room. “And this is Jake Trainer,” I added. None of them acknowledged her existence. 

After what seemed to be an awkward hour, Rosita rose and stepped forward to take Laura’s hand. “Thank you both for coming. Please have a seat.”

I guided Laura to the other sofa and Petri took a seat next to her sister. Rosita remained standing, waiting for us to get settled. 

“I’ve seen the documents my husband signed and I’ll tell you none of them are legally binding,” Rosita began, sounding rehearsed but firm. Her voice did not waver but it seemed the short sentence was all she had to say.

Laura squeezed my hand. “Is that the reason you invited us to come here? Is that all you wanted to say?” I squeezed her hand and looked at her adoringly. It appeared that she was going to rise to her feet and I was preparing to stand with her when Rosita spoke.

“I have something to say to Randy and I wanted you here to witness my anger. Randy, what you have done to my family is reprehensible. I’ll never forgive you.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Laura jumped to her feet. “He’s already heard this from me. I’ll not let you reprimand his actions again.” I was on my feet also.

“What did he do? Did he do something to papa?” Petri interrupted her voice forlorn. She had always been perky and carefree. It disturbed me to see her down. 

“It’s not something you need to know. Let’s just say that Randy should be ashamed of himself.” Rosita’s fierce look was alarming to see.

“Can we speak in private,” Laura appealed to Rosita who must have considered the suggestion was a good idea. She motioned for Laura to follow her out of the room. I took a seat and looked at the others. The room was silent for a full minute before Huley spoke.

“Is that whore really your sister?” The words came out of her mouth like she was spitting in my face.

“She’s not a whore but if you are referring to Laura she is not my sister,” I responded, trying to maintain a calm exterior to hide the seething inside.

“Are you fucking her?”

“Every chance I get,” I answered Huley, smiling.

“Are you proud of yourself for fucking a whore?”

She was trying to bait me but I refused to let myself react and say something I would regret. 

“What did you do to papa?” The corners of Petri’s eyes showed signs of tears forming. 

“I swore to your father that I would not involve you in our disagreement,” I told her, speaking as frankly and kindly as possible. Actually, it was not true. I had volunteered that I would not involve Rosita or Huley; nothing had been mentioned about Petri. My offer had gone unnoticed by Ollie. 

“That whore is Tess, isn’t she? That’s why you called me Tess. You called me that in front of Papa,” Huley accused me, thoughtfully as if realizing that the name would mean something to Ollie. I could tell that she knew or suspected there had been a connection between Tess and her father. It was on the tip of her tongue but she did not say anything. Instead, she reached for Jake’s hand and draped it over her shoulder while watching me for a reaction. 

“Where is your father?” I directed the question to no one in particular. The sisters remained silent and Jake was expressionless. I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, “Who cares?”

I engaged Jake Trainer in a conversation about football and his chances of playing again. He answered my questions in a congenial way but did nothing to prolong the chat.

Laura and Rosita reappeared, both looking as if they had been crying. 

“That’s Tess. She’s a whore and Randy fucks her as often as he can,” Huley announced to the room but for the benefit of her mother. 

“Don’t talk like that, apologize this instant,” Rosita screamed at her daughter and turned to Laura, taking both of her hands and searching her eyes as if she was apologizing for Huley’s insulting accusations. 

Huley said nothing.

Laura caught my eye and motioned with her head for me to come to her. She and Rosita were still holding hands. As I approached them Rosita released Laura’s hands and took mine. There was deep sorrow in her eyes but no words escaped her lips. 

Rosita walked with us to the front door where she hugged us, still remaining silent. Her eyes spoke volumes.

“What happened?” I ask as soon as we were in the car.

“We had a girl to girl talk. I told her my troubles and she told me hers,” Laura said calmly.

“Come on, what happened?”

She didn’t want to say more. We drove home in silence, Laura was lost in her own thoughts. It was not until we were in bed that she opened up.

Like his father, Ollie had taken off, leaving Rosita to fend for herself. She had taken over the business. Because of Ollie’s disappearance, prospects of settling with the insurance company for the break-in seemed dim. The girls did not know why their father had left and Rosita wanted to keep it that way. Ollie’s mother blamed her son’s leaving on Rosita and his sister was barely speaking. Laura felt sorry for Rosita and the girls. 

Laura wouldn’t tell me what she had said but from the way Rosita held my hands and looked into my eyes I could tell that Laura had told her the reason for my actions against her husband. I suspected that Laura had told her about the cigarette burn. Rosita had seen the documents and her husband’s signature. She would know that Laura was not making up the story. I imagined Laura telling Rosita how I had promised to come back and arrange to have her ass repaired surgically and that my being back had helped repair her mind. 

“She was concerned about the documents and Huley having to give up the car. I told her to forget the documents and that I did not want the car.”

“No wonder there was such a change in her demeanor,” I ventured to say, wondering how Robert Parker would react to Laura’s generosity.

“That’s quite a house. I hope they can stay there,” Laura said.

“I hope so too,” I said, thinking about Rosita’s transformation from dour accuser to mollified sympathizer.

“What did you talk about while we were gone? Were the girls hostile?”

“I had to defend both you and myself. You heard Huley tell her mother that you were a whore and that I fucked you every chance I got. That was just a sample of the conversation while you were gone.”

For the first time in days I heard Laura laugh. “I’m glad you set her straight sweetheart. Now prove it!”

{To be continued} 



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 30



Scenes from our visit to the Pettersen home played in my mind, flickering like an old classic movie. 

It had become evident that Rosita wanted us there to express her rage towards me for what I had done to her husband. Laura stepped in, saying that she had already expressed her displeasure with my actions and suggested they talk in private. 

Over the next few days and nights I pieced together what had been discussed as Laura revealed fragments of her conversation with Rosita. 

Nighttime was the best time to get Laura to talk. There was something about darkness that made her reveal things, things she would never say if a light bulb was burning anyplace in the house. Darkness insolated us from the outside and united us as if we were one. 

Rosita took her to the den, a room off the front hall that I had never been in. 

Once the door was closed Rosita flew into a hysterical tirade, blaming me for extorting her husband's signature on meaningless documents. She vowed that demands on the documents would never be paid.

Several awkward moments followed, both women pawing the ground like two angry cows while Laura waited for Rosita to regain control over her overwrought state of mind and Rosita waited, expecting Laura to launch a counter argument. 

Laura smiled and said that she had no intention of collecting the amounts Ollie had agreed to pay. She went on to say she did not want the car.

Rosita, thinking that she had won because of her brash stance, was ready to adjourn their short meeting. But she did not know Laura and had mistakenly thought she had crumbled. Laura had not approved of the method used to obtain Ollie's signatures and had refused to accept payments from him. She had flatly stated that she did not want the car. 

While Laura did not mind letting Rosita think she had won, she was not going to let her off easily. She began by telling how she had known Ollie. She revealed that she had been a prostitute and Ollie had made several visits to the brothel where she worked. He had invited her on a weekend date and she had accepted. Although she did not repeat her side of the conversation verbatim, I could visualize the meeting and what was said.

"I was being a whore. I knew he was married and had a family but I went on the date with him for the money. I was willing to do almost anything. He wanted more. When I refused to let him use my backdoor he burned me."

This candid admission caught Rosita by surprise. She was getting to know Laura.

"I've had a year to think back to that night. Your husband's act was premeditated. He brought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He was prepared to punish me if I refused. "

Rosita was visibly shocked. 

"Mrs. Pettersen, I won't accept any monetary settlement from your husband but I want him to know what he did. I nearly lost my mind. Randy came back and took charge of me, both physically and mentally. If it wasn't for him I would have let myself become crazy and there is no telling where I would be. I know your husband is not sorry but you must make him what he did to me."

Rosita was sobbing. She said she was sorry for the pain her husband had caused but there was nothing more she could do. Ollie had disappeared. 

This admission surprised Laura. The two women embraced. Laura began to cry too. Through sobs, they consoled one another. Rosita said that she believed Laura because she had experienced similar actions by her husband. She knew first hand about his temper and his disregard for women's feelings.

Laura told Rosita that she was sorry our reprisal had caused their family so much grief. Rosita backed away and looked at Laura in dismay, smiling through tears before rejoining their wet cheeks. The two women rocked together, lost in their common sorrow.

That night in bed Laura related how she had praised me for keeping her sane but the common disgust the two women felt towards Rosita's husband was not disclosed until days later and even then, only one layer at a time, like old paint flaking off the weathered side of a house. 

"Rosita did seem less combative when you came back. You must have softened her up," I asserted, trying to extract more of what they had discussed.

"I told her how much comfort you have been," Laura said. Her tit grazed my chest as she moved up my body so she could whisper in my ear. "I even told her about my telephone calls to your home and how I begged you to come back."

"You didn't beg. I don't even remember that you even asked me to come back," I mused. She was circling my outer ear with her tongue, making it hard for me to concentrate. It was ancient history and did not matter now but I was sure she had never begged me to come back. As I recalled, not returning had never been an option. I was simply fulfilling a promise. 

"I told Rosita how I cried for an hour after you said you would come back to me." Her breath tickled my ear as she whispered. "I told her about coming home that night and finding you here in the bed. We cried some more and I told her that was the moment when I decided I would get myself out of the business."

This was news to me. I had not known she was planning to stop whoring until Mr. Waite installed Bea Cummings as the madam and promoted Laura to her new position. She didn't seem to notice the little jolt my body made because of what she was doing to my earlobe. 

"Rosita said she was sorry about what I had gone through. She also told me how happy it made her to hear what your coming back did for me."

Laura took my earlobe into her mouth and I patted the cheeks of her ass. We were both lost in our own thoughts until I broke the silence. "You really softened her up. I could tell you had both been crying when you came back to the family room. Rosita looked at me differently, almost lovingly." 

"She did say she was sorry you and Julita had broken up but then she caught herself as if she didn't think I knew," Laura said, laughing. She was playfully chewing on my ear. "It astounded her when I said I knew that you and Huley had been dating. I didn't go so far as to say that I knew you had been fucking."

"Good, I'm glad you didn't."

"Why would it have mattered? I think she knows."

"I think so too but that's not what I was talking about. I wouldn't want her to think you didn't care that I was fucking her daughter. After you made such a big deal about me coming back it would sound cold if you admitted you knew and it was all right with you."

Laura lifted her body off of mine. Her tits were no longer making contact with my chest. "She does know I'm a whore. She must know whores don't have feelings."

"You were a whore," I corrected her, missing the warm contact of her body against mine. "And she does know you have feelings. You gave that away when you told her about crying when you found out that I was coming back to you."

She remained above me but I felt her breath near my lips as she whispered. "I dispelled the myth that whores have feelings. I told her that after I cried for an hour I got myself ready for work."

"You really piss me off sometimes!" I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her off me, holding her at arms length.

"Me? How do I piss you off?" Her voice mocked me. She knew I couldn't keep her weight suspended indefinitely.

"When you say things like that to shock people it pisses me off. You do it all the time with me but I know you don't mean it. Other people take it the wrong way. It sounds like you're....."

"Hard?"

"Yes, hard," I agreed, lowing her body to me. I placed one hand on her back and the other on her ass and felt her tits squished between us. 

"I told her the guys got their money's worth that night. I sucked and fucked them silly, pretending it was you." 

"Now you're doing it again. Were you trying to shock her or are you just pestering me? You're not a whore anymore. Why do you want to portray yourself that way?"

She lowered her lips to mine and her tits mashed my chest. My hands cupped her ass as we kissed. 

"I don't know. You're right, I'm not a whore anymore but I wanted to remind Rosita that I used to be one. And me, I need to remind myself. It was nice to hear you say I'm not." Laura was whispering in my ear. I moved my hands from her ass to her shoulder blades and back to her ass. 

"Do me," she whispered. "Do me for once."

"What do you mean? I do you all the time and you do me."

"No, we did Mary Ann a long time ago and we've done Aunt Clara but we haven't done me. I don't want to do other girls. I want to be desired. I want you to do me."

My mind was blank. What was she saying? Mindful of her serious tone, almost pleading, told me to act with caution. Her breathing quickened as if she was uncertain. Her request was not unreasonable.

"Okay, we'll do you," I said, stalling, not sure how to proceed.

"No, I want you to do me."

I understood. She wanted to be desired. She wanted to be seduced. 

"Do you still have the kimono I sent you?" I asked. She hadn't worn it for months.

"Yes."

"Put it on."

"Do I have to? I don't know if I can find it."

"Yes, find it and put it on." 

I slapped her on the rump to make her understand that I was being serious. She leaped from the bed, shivered, found the flashlight on the nightstand and scurried to her closet on the far side of the room.

While she was searching for the kimono I slipped on a pair of boxer shorts, went to the kitchen and returned with a candle. By the time she turned, kimono in hand, I was placing the burning candle on the floor between the bed and the closet. 

She smiled, handed the flashlight to me and scampered off to the bathroom.

I walked through the kitchen, through the new room and closed the back door behind me. 

The desert air was chilly and I wished that I had thought to wear shoes. I flapped my arms and tried to run in place to generate some heat but it didn't help. I pushed the door bell and heard the chimes play their four note melody. 

How cold is it out here? Why am I doing this? I saw a light in Sylvia's kitchen and was tempted to ring her door bell. She would let me in and I could warm up for a few minutes. But she would want to know why I was outside without clothes. What would I tell her? I pushed the little button again and waited.

When the door didn't open I pushed the button again, waited to hear three of the four notes play and pushed the button again.

"Yes?" Laura's hair had been brushed and her lips were covered with a hint of red. I noticed how loosely the kimono fit her body. It looked old and worn from use, being washed and ironed. 

"Miss Stone? I've had some trouble...."

"It's Mrs.!" Her tone was indifferent.

"Mrs. Stone, my car is acting up and..." I managed to say as the door slammed shut.

I hit the button, beginning to hate the four note combination the chimes made. My teeth were chattering so much that I could not speak when the door opened again. 

"Oh my, you're freezing out there. Please come in Mr.?" 

"Tucker," I answered, pushing my body past her, seeking the warmth.

"I can't help but notice that you are without clothes, Mr. Tucker. May I inquire what has become of them?" Her voice lacked concern. She was just curious but at least she was being civil now.

"I'm not sure," I answered, glad to be out of the cold but mad, mad at Laura for not coming to the door sooner and mad at myself for going outside in the first place, practically naked.

"You're going to have to explain. My husband is not here right now. I can't let a stranger come into my house unless I know the circumstance that brought you here."

The light from the kitchen was to her back and for a second it was as if we were back in the brothel where we met, her face expectant as she peered up at me and asked, "If I come to Phoenix will you show me a good time?"

Suddenly our past flooded my mind, her picking me up in the Corvette and our first weekend together in the hotel, having dinner, going to the movie and discussing it later, doing Mary Ann, the our last night together when I was leaving and that awful night in the bar, the letters while I was overseas, the night she came home and found me in her bed, the telephone calls and my return, the hospital visits and her recuperation from surgery, the agony we felt when she returned to work at the brothel, the slow healing of her body and mind, the excitement we felt when Mr. Waite gave her the new job and the things we had shared, sex, secrets, together as one.

Overcome with emotion I lunged at her, wanting to take her in my arms and tell her what was going through my mind.

"Mr. Tucker, really!" She was backing away, out of my clutches. 

"I can explain Mrs. Stone but right now I'm freezing. Do you suppose I could borrow a sweater from C.C.'s closet?" 

"How do you know my husband's name?" She was indignant. "I don't think he would approve of you wearing his clothes without his permission."

"I saw his name on the mailbox out front," I lied and saw a faint smile cross her face. "When will he be back? I really need something to wear." 

"I expect him any minute. You wait here. I'll get something of his for you to put on."

I watched her turn and leave me standing in the middle of the new room, obeying like a puppy in training. I rubbed my arms and legs, trying to get my blood to circulate.

"This may be a tight fit. You're bigger than my husband," she said as she handed me one of my sweatshirts. I slipped it on, wondering why she hadn't brought socks or shoes. My feet were the coldest part of my body.

"This fits fine, thank you Mrs. Stone. Do you suppose your husband would mind if I have something to drink to warm my insides?"

"You haven't told me what happened to make you ring my doorbell in the middle of the night. Are you in the habit of ringing stranger's doorbells? Why were you wearing nothing but those shorts?"

"As I was saying before, I'm not sure what happened. I woke up without my clothes and my car keys were missing. I saw the light on at the house next door but I didn't think it would be proper to knock on a door where a single lady lives so I came here. Thank you for letting me in out of the cold and for letting me wear Mr. Stone's sweatshirt."

"How did you know the lady next door lives alone?"

She had me. I could see a glint of amusement in her eyes. "I didn't know. I peeked in the window and saw her. She looks single. That's why I came here."

"You peeked through the window? She looks single? You came here? Why? Did you peek through my window and decide I didn't look single?" Her voice was a combination of doubt and delight.

"Yes, I looked in and saw a look of contentment that told me you have someone in your life that makes you very happy. You're a beautiful woman. C. C. Stone is a lucky man."

"Mr. Tucker, please come into my kitchen. I'll make hot chocolate. Will that warm you up?"

She led the way to the kitchen, turning when I didn't answer. She knew damn good and well that I didn't want hot chocolate. She also knew that my legs and feet were cold. She looked up at me, expectant; reminding me again of the first time we met in the brothel. "If I come to Phoenix will you show me a good time?"

She was standing four or five feet away, waiting for me to answer. I wanted to take her in my arms, to tell her how lucky I was to be with her. But I didn't dare. We were not on a first name basis yet. "Hot chocolate would be too much trouble. Your husband may come home and want to know why you're serving a stranger in the middle of the night."

"Perhaps a brandy then? That won't be any trouble."

Now you're talking, I thought and nodded. I watched as she poured the amber liquid into two glasses. As she approached me she checked the two glasses to gauge which one had more brandy and handed it to me. We clicked our glasses and each took the first sip. The brandy burned my tongue and there was a bite to the taste as I swallowed. She was standing near; our toes to touched. 

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Your feet are freezing."

I took another sip of brandy while she went to get my slippers. "These are my husband's. His feet aren't as big as yours so they may be too small. I thanked her and we resumed sipping the strong liquor. It was warming my insides and I no longer blamed her for taking so long to answer the door.

"Will he be home soon?"

"Who?" She was standing close to me again. I could feel her bare toes touching the ends of my slippers.

"Your husband. Do you expect he will come home soon?"

"Why would you want to know that? Are you going to molest me?" She stood her ground, not budging. 

"I just wanted to know if he would be here soon. I have no plans to molest you."

She finished her drink and placed the glass on the table. "You seem very curious about my husband. Are you going to wait for him to come home?"

"No, I have no plans to do that. It's just.....it's just that you've been so nice to me and I have an urge to kiss you. I wouldn't want C.C. to come home and see me kissing you. He might get the wrong impression."

She took my glass and set it on the table. "I wouldn't worry about him coming home and getting the wrong impression."

I looked into her eyes. She was tilting her head upward. I placed my hand under her chin and kissed her, soft and slow. 

"Oh, my, I hope C.C. doesn't come home and see you kissing me. He has a jealous streak in him."

"Do you expect him soon?"

"No." Then in a confidential whisper, "he's a seaman."

I took her in my arms and we kissed, harder and longer than before. Her arms were around my neck and she was running her hand through my hair.

"You never know about a seaman. He could come home at any time. What if he bursts in and catches us in a passionate embrace?"

"Not to worry. He's at sea."

We kissed again, open mouths, tongues exploring, fully engaged. Her hands were under my sweat shirt, roaming my bare back. I lifted the kimono and massaged her buttocks. She moaned and dug her nails into my back. We broke, both breathless.

"Seamen are unpredictable. His ship may have come into port and he could be on the way home. His taxi may be letting him out in front of your house right now. You say he's the jealous type. That makes me nervous."

"Why does it make you nervous?"

"I would like to do you and....." 

"I told you, he's at sea!" Laura stood on her tiptoes and locked her lips to mine. I pushed the kimono up more. My cock, which had been standing straight since our first kiss, was stabbing her stomach. She locked her legs around my upper legs and I lowered my hands to support her butt.

"It's just that if he comes home and finds me doing you...."

"I told you, damn it! He's a sea!" 

I had to take small steps to get to the bedroom because her legs were locked around mine and she refused to release her hold. The candle had burned down about half way in its dish. The flame flickered when she flung my sweat shirt across the room and again when I did the same with her kimono. She jumped into the middle of the bed, landing on her back.

I climbed in beside her and we began to kiss again. 

"Do me," she said breathlessly. "It's me, not Tess or Mary Ann or Aunt Clara or Lacy or Huley. It's me this time. Me, do me!" There was an anxious urgency in her voice. 

I crawled to the foot of the bed and looked up at her. She smiled down at me. 

"We haven't been formally introduced Mrs. Stone. If I'm going to do you I would like to call you by your first name."

"I don't want to be Mrs. Stone. I want to be someone new. You can call me Ginny, short for Virginia."

I had to coax her legs open with kisses beginning at the knees. She hissed when I kissed her inner thigh. "Do you like that Ginny?"

"Yes but be gentle," she grunted, gleefully.

I kissed the other thigh and she made another hissing sound. "You will tell me if I'm too rough, won't you Ginny?"




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 30



"Yes," she whispered.

It took several minutes and dozens of kisses before her legs opened enough for me to fit my head between them. Every time I tried to speed things up she would slam her legs together or pull my hair. 

"Do me gently," she said repeatedly and each time I would slow down, kissing first one thigh, finding space to turn my head and then kiss the other one.

"Relax please Ginny. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Do me slowly."

In a way, her prudish manner was comical but I didn't dare show any amusement because we were under a spell. As far as she was concerned, this was our first time together. As far as I was concerned, it was her first time. She never made unreasonable demands of me; I wanted to please her.

It seemed like hours but it was probably only been fifteen minutes when I made contact with the junction of my attention. Her reaction was to squirm out of my reach and it took deep concentration to retrace my steps.

"It's okay Ginny. I'm not going to hurt you," I said just before my tongue made a tentative tap at her labia and found her open and wet. Her pelvis jumped and I heard a sob. I moved up to her face, lowering my body, unconsciously resting my right knee between her legs.

"Did I do something wrong?" Her body was shaking and she couldn't speak. I felt her head shake, her cheek wet against mine. I waited for her to stop shaking. 

"Promise you will be gentle. C.C. has been gone a long time."

This was her fantasy and I was determined to make it the best ever but her priggish behavior disturbed me. How much could a guy in my condition take? 

In order to demonstrate my willingness to be gentle I started over, kissing her from the knees and progressing upward with slow intentional purpose. I could tell by the lack of resistance in her legs that she was enjoying the attention and when my lips made the slightest contact with her labia she thrust her pelvis towards me. She was soaking wet. 

I backed off and slobbered on her thighs, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. Her midsection undulated, searching for the renewed contact of my lips and tongue. "Do me," she moaned.

"Am I being gentle Ginny?" I asked as I placed the tip of my tongue against her clit and immediately felt her hands clamp down on my ears. She held me like that for minutes as she shuddered. She was talking to me but I couldn't hear as long as her hands covered my ears. I didn't care because I had brought her off on her terms, gently. 

She released my head from her grip and I moved up next to her and waited for her to regain her breathing. The candle had burned down. She turned to face me in the dark.

"Mr. Tucker?" She spoke softly, her breathing restored. 

"Yes Mrs. Stone?" 

"If you are going to do more, I mean, if you are going to have you way with me."

"Yes Mrs. Stone?"

"I wouldn't want my husband to come in and find us in the act. He's a very jealous man and..."

"Do you want me to leave? Is that what you're saying Mrs. Stone?"

"NO!" Her arms went around me and I felt the weight of her body hold me in place. "I don't want you to leave just yet, not until you have had your way with me."

I didn't get a chance to tease her longer. She rolled me over and straddled me. She wasted no time. In seconds she was riding me with relentless abandon. Her taking over was unexpected but I lay back and enjoyed her efforts. There were none of the tricks she used at the brothel. She made it last as long as possible. 

"Damn, that was good!" She said a few minutes later when she rolled off of me.

"So much for gentleness," I chided her.

"You were taking forever. What if C.C. came in and saw you doing me?"

"Bullshit! I had you so hot you couldn't wait."

"Oh honey, you're so right. You were doing me just the way I wanted. I got impatient and fucked it up." 

"It's Okay. You'll do better next time." I wasn't teasing any more.

"Let's try it again? I'll be good this time. I promise."

"When? Now?"

"Yes."

"Do I have to go outside again?"

"Yes." 

{To be continued}



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 31



During the days that followed our visit to the Petersen home I became suspicious. Laura was spending more time on the telephone than usual. It was finals week and I had one or two exams each day. As I worked at my desk each night I could hear her voice, muffled by the closed bedroom door. It was not uncommon for her to speak with Nadine for an hour but this was different. These telephone conversations were longer. 

On Wednesday evening my exams were over. Sylvia, Laura and I were in the kitchen preparing the turkey and a variety of pies for the oven when the phone rang.

"Hi Randy, is Laura there?" 

"It's Rosita," I said, offering Laura the phone.

"I know," she said as she headed to the bedroom, motioning for me to hang up the kitchen phone after she answered. 

Sylvia and I worked together, making as many advanced preparations for Thanksgiving dinner as possible. She had everything organized. I could tell that she was curious about the phone call and the closed bedroom door but, I avoided the subject, simply saying it was a friend Laura was consoling. 

In truth I did not know why Rosita was calling so often or what they were talking about. I assumed they were sympathizing with each other.

I gave Sylvia a brief rundown on everyone who had accepted our invitations for dinner the following day. In keeping with Laura's wishes, I avoided telling Sylvia the occupation of the four girls from the brothel or how we were acquainted. 

For the past several days Laura had enumerated the pitfalls that she foresaw and how she hoped to avert them. I could tell she was nervous that the girls would let their vocabulary slip, that special way of talking whores use to express themselves. She enlisted my services to keep them from getting into fights and ruining our day. 

Only four of the girls from the brothel had accepted our invitation. Laura suggested that they dress conservatively. She also instructed them not to mention their work and she especially warned them to call her Laura instead of Tess. I was to go after them the next morning and review Laura's instructions on the way to our house. 

I named the four girls, Kelley, Ruby Mae, Tanya and Rachel, saying they were from Laura's work. Sylvia wanted to know more about the girls so she would be able to remember which was which.

"Kelley's only 18 or 19, Ruby Mae is tall, Tanya is cute and Rachel is the oldest."

"Isn't Kelley cute?" 

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

I could see her point. Sylvia would be able to remember Ruby Mae because she was tall and Rachel because she was older than the others but I had described both Tanya and Kelley as being cute. 

It would have been easy to give a distinguishing feature to describe Kelley. "Kelley's the one with the big mouth," I came close to saying but instead, "Tanya is probably 30."

The four guys from school who worked part time for us had promised to come with huge appetites. Paul was the tallest. He and Ken were the first part-timers we had hired. Wally was small and wiry and Ben was built like a bear. 

Invitations to the four college guys had been extended to keep them from going home for Thanksgiving. We needed all hands to start the demolition of the old house where Judge Waite's Home for Women was going to be built. The promise of a huge meal was enough enticement to get them to come. I hadn't told them about the four girls from the brothel. 

Charles and Nadine were coming. Sylvia knew Charles of course and remembered Nadine from the hospital where she and Laura had shared a room.

Sylvia also knew Lacy and she had met Eric when he was painting our additions. 

"That makes fifteen," Sylvia said, showing that she had been keeping count.

"Charles and Nadine will probably bring their kids and Davie is coming."

"Davie?"

"Sure, you remember Davie. He helped paint the additions."

She froze, her hands clutching cut-up apple slices above a pie pan filled with dough. Her brow wrinkled and I saw a confident nod as she released the apple slices into the pan.

"How old is he? Is he…?" 

"Davie?" I asked nonchalantly. I loved to tease her.

She picked up the rolling pin and raised it menacingly. 

"Davie's about 30 and yes, he's single."

She lowered the rolling pin and went back to filling the pie. Laura came out of the bedroom and wanted to know what she had missed.

"What did we miss?" Sylvia said in good humored retort. 

That night in bed Laura told me parts of her conversation with Rosita. "She wants to give me a good deal on a car. She said if we come by the lot on Saturday night she will sell us any car on the lot at cost."

"Ollie's cars are all big American crates. Do you think there will be something that will suit you?"

"I know," Laura said, running her hand over my chest, "I told her we'll drop by and look. She's just trying to make amends. It can't do any harm, can it?"

I agreed that it would do no harm to look, wondering why Rosita had made such a generous offer. It was clear to me that she and Laura were becoming friends. I wondered if it was their mutual aversion of Ollie that drew them together. 

It surprised me when I found the girls dressed and ready to go as soon as I arrived at the brothel. I complemented them on how nice they looked. All four were wearing the same outfit, below the knee skirts with colorful silk blouses. They rushed to cover the blouses with a variety of imitation fur coats. Other than being cheap and ratty, the coats were quite different in style and length.

"We ordered these outfits alike because Laura doesn't want us showing leg," Ruby Mae said, a sarcastic tone in her voice. She had insisted on sitting in the front with me, much to the chagrin of Kelley.

"You're pissed because your legs are your pride and joy. They're the only thing about you that attracts attention."

Ruby Mae turned in the seat to glare at the younger girl. 

Before I could say anything about Laura's request that there be no fights Kelley was off again. "The rest of us have tits and we like the way our asses fill out these skirts. You're pissed because your tits are tiny and your little round bottom is an embarrassment."

I decided to make an example of her. "Kelley, that's what Laura was talking about when she asked you to watch your language." 

"What's wrong with pissed?" She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "What if I say 'pass the fucking butter?' Will Tess be pissed?"

"Pissed is probably okay. It's the way you said it. You sounded pissed. And its Laura, not Tess, remember?"

"And don't say 'pass the fucking butter,'" Tanya was quick to correct her. "Say 'Please pass the fucking butter.'" The girls erupted in laughter, even Ruby Mae. She had forgotten about Kelley's comment about her breasts and ass. 

"Please pass the fucking margarine," Rachel put in. This was followed by Tanya correcting her. "Please pass the fucking oleo margarine. That's more correct, isn't it Randy?"

The four girls kept up a steady stream of drivel, trying to outdo one another with their own version of vulgar table etiquette. "Please pass the fucking peas, one at a time," Ruby Mae said, delighted with her contribution to the hilarity, setting off another round of laughter.

"WE'RE NOT HAVING PEAS AND STOP SAYING FUCKING!" I shouted, beside myself with frustration, angry at the girls for their silly behavior and embarrassed that I had lost my temper. 

Ruby Mae wanted to know when she would receive the money she had earned for her part in Ollie's abduction and humiliation. I tried to quiet her, saying that it was being held as evidence and would be released soon. But she persisted, saying she had followed my instructions and deserved to get her money. "I did all the work. I didn't see you sucking his little cock or fucking him." I lost my temper again. 

"DAMN IT! SHUT UP ABOUT THAT! YOU'LL GET YOUR FUCKING MONEY!"

"STOP SAYING FUCKING," Ruby Mae blasted me. This brought the girls to gales of laughter. I drove in silence and tried to ignore their chatter. It was clear to me that Ruby Mae had told them all about our adventure with Ollie. It sounded like they had heard it a number of times. Kelley begged her not to repeat the story. 

"Isn't this a cute house," Tanya exclaimed as I pulled into the driveway. A quick count of the cars in the street told me that everyone was there. They had left the driveway open for me to park my car.

I made one last effort to caution the girls about their behavior on the walk to the back door but they were already engaged in another argument. Kelley was bragging that she had been to the house before and Ruby Mae didn't believe her. 

"Tell her Randy. Tess, I mean Laura sent me here one night because she said Randy needed some loving. We had whiskey together and we talked. He talked to me like I was his sister, not like the Johns talk. Tell her Randy."

Someone opened the back door and the girls filed in. The room became quiet. All conversation stopped as everyone in the crowded room turned to watch us enter, me and the four ladies in imitation fur. They were all male, except Lacy and Nadine's little girl who was busy squeezing between the legs of the guests. The other women, Laura, Nadine and Sylvia were in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the meal. 

All eyes were upon the four new arrivals and me. I lifted the coats off their shoulders as I introduced the girls. "This is Tanya, this is Ruby Mae, this is Rachel and this is Kelley." Kelley attempted a curtsey but the others just smiled, timidly. 

I was used to being around the four girls. I had watched them work and interact with their customers. We had eaten breakfast together at the end of a long shift and we had swapped stories. Suddenly, I noticed their perfume and how much makeup they wore. It must have occurred to them that they were out of place.

"Turn on the ceiling fan," I suggested to Charles and the little girl squealed, "Let me, let me."

Kelley helped me deliver the coats to my bedroom. "I'm not comfortable Randy. Maybe we shouldn't have come," she said as we dumped the coats on top of the bed. I held out my arms and she came to me. 

"You'll be fine," I said, feeling the young girl tremble.

"It's just that I've never been anyplace for Thanksgiving before. We never celebrated holidays much at home."

"Well, you've been invited here today because you're our friend." I squeezed her to me before releasing her.

"Don't mess up my makeup. Tess will think I've been in here giving you a blowjob," she said seriously, looking young and innocent. But the sparkle in her eyes told me she was joking. 

I could also see that her attempt at humor was to deflect her fear of meeting strangers in an unfamiliar environment. Greeting men at the brothel came easy to her but this was different. She didn't know how to interact with men whose attention was not transfixed by her scanty dress at the brothel. I knew she would adapt. 

"Don't call her Tess or I'll say you need practice. Laura wouldn't smear her makeup."

Kelley backed away in dismay and I knew I had out-shocked her. She smiled as I took her hand. "And Laura's room is off limits," I said on the way to the kitchen.

"I remember from the other time I was here." Then, agitated and pleading, "Please tell Ruby Mae I was here before. Don't tell her we didn't do anything," Kelley said, almost insistent. 

I introduced her to Sylvia and Nadine as we passed through the kitchen. Laura raised her eyebrows and I shook my head to indicate that reiterating the rules to the girls had not gone as planned. She frowned at me, perplexed. I shrugged, helpless.

I never got a chance to verify Kelley's story about her previous visit to the house. When we reached the doorway to the new room we stopped to appraise the situation. The guys from school and the girls had paired off. Erick was pouring wine for everyone and Lacy was off to the side, sulking because the attention of every male in the room had been diverted to the three girls. Kelley was quick to join them.

I busied myself by restocking the appetizer table and checking the wine supply. There were several bottles of white wine to go with the turkey but someone had unscrewed the cap from a gallon jug of burgundy. That was the wine Erick was pouring. 

I pulled the cork out of a bottle of Chablis and took a glass to Lacy. She was watching the girls with disdain. 

"You look like you could use a drink," I said to her. She took a sip, wrinkled her nose and handed the glass back to me. She was wearing a red blazer over a green blouse and although the colors clashed, she looked nice. I told her so and made her blush. I paid special attention to the leather patches on the elbows of the blazer.

"I know what you're thinking," she said as she extended an elbow up to my nose for me to smell the leather. She smiled sheepishly.

"You guessed correctly," I confessed but I didn't think it was necessary to go into detail. It had been Laura's idea for me to seduce Lacy, a challenge really. On our first date I took her window shopping in downtown Phoenix so we could get acquainted. We looked in the store windows and talked, walking along the sidewalk, holding hands. A mannequin wearing a leather jacket in a store window attracted our attention. As we stood there in front of the leather store, hands clasped at arms length, I told her, slowly and deliberately, how I was planning to seduce her. She listened to my step by step description, the removal of the cloths, the kisses and the touches and how it was going to feel. I had her full attention. It was as if she was already experiencing what I was describing. She interrupted me to ask why I was paying so much attention to her back. "Move your hands to my tummy and then a little higher," she said and I knew I had her under my spell. We were interrupted that night by a man who advised us to "get a room." We looked up to discover a crowd had formed around us. 

Lacy reached for the glass and took two fast sips before handing it back to me and I could see that she was reliving our night in front of the leather store. 

"Randy!" It was Kelley wanting my attention. She was standing on the fringe of the crowd gathered around Ruby Mae. Erick and the four college guys were being entertained by a story the tall woman was telling. I hoped her story had nothing to do with Ollie in the back seat of the big car and how she had maneuvered him out of the car, naked.

"Randy, tell her I was here before," Kelley was adamant now, desperately wanting me to interrupt Ruby Mae's story. I looked at Lacy and shrugged. 

Fortunately, Laura tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to arrange some serving tables in the center of the room. Charles and Davie jumped at the chance to be helpful and all I had to do was herd Ruby Mae and her little entourage out of the way. Nadine appeared with paper coverings for the two tables and Sylvia followed with the turkey which brought a round of applause. With the help of Charles and Davie, the three women brought out enough food, plates and silverware to cover the two tables.

"Before we eat," Laura got everyone's attention, "let's join hands and tell everyone what we are thankful for." Laura's voice was soft but commanding. The small crowd surrounding Ruby Mae soon dispersed and we all joined hands. Lacy was to my right and Laura to my left. I could tell that Lacy was miffed when we saw Erick between Rachel and Tanya. 

"Randy, will you start it off?"

"Shit!" I mumbled, making everyone that heard me laugh and the others ask what I had said. 

"I'm just thankful to be in the midst of so many friends on this beautiful Thanksgiving Day," I managed to say. 

"Lacy?" Laura said, directing the order the offerings of thanks would take. Lacy stumbled before repeating something similar to what I had said. None of us were prepared to make a thoughtful contribution on the spur of the moment. The statements were brief, some solemn admissions of gratitude, some light and funny. Wally said he was thankful for the female companionship and Paul said he was thankful our exams were over. Rachel's voice broke when she said she was thankful that Laura had invited her. 

We laughed when Kelley spoke. "I'm thankful to be in this house for the second time. I wish Randy would tell Miss Legs I've been here before." Everyone laughed at the way she said it but most did not understand the young girl's plea for attention. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when Ruby Mae's statement didn't mention Ollie's name or say anything about wanting to receive her pay for her dangerous assignment. 

When it became Laura's turn I felt her hand grip mine. "Some of you know what I am most thankful for. I'll leave it at that." Her small hand was squeezing mine with such force that I looked her way. She smiled.

Sylvia insisted on carving and serving the turkey. There were enough folding chairs for everyone to eat sitting down but some of us preferred to stand. The four girls from the brothel sat with the four college guys at one of the tables. I noticed the girls had unbuttoned the top two buttons on their blouses and the young men were paying so much attention to the girl's necklines that they were forgetting to eat. Erick had rescued Lacy so I was on my own, wedging a few bites of food into my mouth while attending to the needs of our guests.

It was getting dark when the last car pulled away from the house. 

As soon as we were alone Laura turned to me, livid.

"How could you let that go on?"

"Let what go on?" What was she talking about? We were arranging the folding tables and chairs for pick-up by the rental company the next day. 

"You were supposed to keep them in line. That was your responsibility. Don't tell me you didn't see it." 

"They got kind of loud but what was I going to do? Stick a sock in their mouth?" The language had gotten vulgar towards the end of the day but everyone was having a good time and no one seemed to notice how raunchy the girls had gotten. 

"I'm not talking about what they said. It was what they did that astounded me. Didn't you notice the coming and going?"

Now that she mentioned it I had noticed the constant use of the bathroom. It seemed to be always occupied but I attributed it to the wine. "I guess so but there were lots of people here. The bathroom was bound to get a workout."

Laura looked at me, aghast. "Are you really so naïve that you didn't catch on to what they were doing? My girls weren't just taking your college boys into the bathroom. They set up shop in the second bedroom too."

"You mean they were….?"

"Exactly. They were doing tricks in our house, right under your nose."

"Why didn't you say something? I would have put a stop to it if I had known." 

"I was too busy keeping Sylvia busy in the kitchen. If she had seen anything I would have simply died."

"Did anyone else catch on?" 

"I don't care if they did," Laura said. She seemed to be most concerned that Sylvia would find out about the girls. Charles and Nadine didn't matter. The girls' occupation was certainly no longer a secret to the four college guys. I had seen them all pile into one car, the girls sitting on the guys' laps. 

"What about Lacy?" I remembered Lacy raising a question about Laura's work back when we were dating. Lacy had also doubted that I was Laura's brother.

"It's just Sylvia. I'm going over there and tell her the truth," Laura said with such conviction that there was no stopping her. 

"Not like that. Stay there. I'll get something for you to wear."

But when I came back with a jacket she was gone. 

A few minutes later she returned, cold and ashen in color. She shivered and giggled at the same time. I wondered what was making her that way. 

"Davie's there. I walked right in on them," she confided, her teeth rattling.




My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 31



"What's wrong with that?" I had seen Davie and Sylvia leave together. He was helping her with some cooking utensils she had brought over. I was thinking about how Sylvia reacted when she heard that Davie was coming for dinner that day. She had wanted to know how old he was and if he was single.

"Nothing's wrong," Laura said. "Let's go to bed and I'll tell you about it. I need you to warm me up."

Being in the same bed with Laura was always an adventure. Darkness seemed to illuminate our inner thoughts, serving as a filament to secrets, invisible outside our bed. Darkness was our friend. We divulged things never to be discussed again.

"I'll have to tell her I was there," Laura said, thoughtfully, as if she were making a to-do list.

"If they didn't see you why is it necessary that you tell her?"

"Because, I went there to tell her about me, my past. I didn't go to spy on her."

This better be good, I thought. From the way Laura was contorting, touching me and rolling around in the bed I knew it was going to be something I hadn't expected to hear. I had never seen her so worked up. 

"I saw her tits!"

"What's so special about that? You've seen lots of girl's tits before."

"This was different. I saw Sylvia's tits. They're bigger than I ever imagined."

"Were they?"

"She was bent over the sink and her tits were swaying. That's all I saw. I don't think they knew I was even there." Laura's excited state puzzled me. One minute she was on top of me, touching, kissing, rubbing my chest and the next minute she was on the other side of the bed, making clucking sounds and talking to herself. 

"Was she enjoying it?" I became concerned, wondering if I should check on them, rescue Sylvia or something. 

"Oh yes, from what I heard and saw Sylvia was definitely enjoying it."

"It's okay then," I said, reaching for Laura, wanting to settle her down.

Laura could never stay mad at me for long. Soon we were laughing and joking about the events of the day. The way the couples paired off became our amusement for the evening. Laura had paid attention to which girl lead which guy to the second bedroom and I was able to verify the match ups from how they got into Paul's car. Little Kelley was sitting next to tall Paul and Ruby Mae sat on Wally's lap. Rachel, the oldest girl, was sitting on Ken's lap, the youngest male. And that left small and delicate Tanya paired off with barrel-chested Ben. 

Everything that Laura had feared had happened. The girls had acted like ladies for a short time, until something inside reverted them to their true selves. Lacy's suspicions had been confirmed and there was sure to be talk. But Laura was most concerned about Sylvia and how she would take it when she learned the truth about Laura's past.

"Oh well, it couldn't be helped," Laura said, less concerned now that we had assessed the damages.

"You found out something about her too," I offered.

"I couldn't tell her I saw her. It was an accident. I wasn't snooping."

"Sure you could. You know how Sylvia gets. Tell her what you heard and saw. She'll forget she even suspects anything about you."

"But I didn't really see or hear anything. It happened so fast and I ducked out."

"She doesn't know that. You heard enough. She was probably out of it and doesn't remember what she was saying. Think back. We can piece it together."

Laura fell silent; I could tell her thoughts were mysterious. "Listen to this. 'Sylvia, I accidentally saw you and Davie last night. He was really slamming into you and you sounded like you were enjoying it,' how does that sound?"

"She may ask you what she was saying," I suggested.

Laura was still restless; her body sprawled on mine, her hands touching me and one of her legs between mine. I could tell that our talk was turning her on.

"Sylvia, you were asking Davie to push it deeper. 'Fuck me faster,' you were saying."

"Fuck me faster? Are you sure Sylvia would say something like that?"

"You're right honey. Do you think we need to try it?"

"Oh yes, I think we need to practice. The dialog has to be right or she'll never believe you," I argued. 

"We'll need to go into the kitchen."

"Okay."

"And turn on the lights. They had the lights on."

"Okay."

I didn't think Laura would ever admit to Sylvia that she had caught her in the act. And she certainly wouldn't repeat dialog we made up, would she? But we needed to be prepared to tell Sylvia what Laura thought she had seen. We needed to practice. I never ruled out what Laura would or wouldn't do.

It was the end of a long day and we both wanted a new game to play. 

{To be continued. Chapter 32 is the end to this series. Chapter 33 is the Epilog.} 



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 32



Laura was disappointed with the conduct of the four brothel girls. We had invited them into our home to celebrate Thanksgiving and they had viewed it as an opportunity to turn tricks. Never captious, Laura didn't blame the girls for taking advantage of the situation. What distressed her was the possibility that the behavior of the girls had raised the suspicions of Sylvia, our next door neighbor and one of our few respectable friends. 

At first Laura accused me of shirking my responsibilities. According to her I had failed to control the girls. But when she saw that I was ignorant as to what had taken place, the girls had set up business right under my nose, Laura held herself culpable. 

"It hasn't been too long ago that I would have done the same," she admitted.

'I don't believe that. You wouldn't go into someone's house where you had been invited to spend a holiday and take the first guy you saw into the bedroom for a blowjob."

Laura's look told me that I was being naïve. "You didn't know me back then," was her retort. 

We talked about the mistakes we had made in trying to deceive the people we called our friends. Would Sylvia accept us as we really were? Would Lacy gloat and say she knew all along that we had attempted to mislead her about our relationship and Laura's past. 

Regardless of what Sylvia knew or didn't know Laura was determined to tell all. I tried to convince her that Sylvia may have seen nothing but I couldn't reason with her. It was dark and cold when she left our back door to talk to Sylvia. When she returned a few minutes later she was cold and shaken. The shock I saw on Laura's face was new to me. I had never seen her lose her composure. 

We went to bed and Laura related what she had seen. Laura hadn't stayed long. All she had witnessed was Sylvia bent over the sink with Davie ramming her from behind. 

"You're obsessing on the size of Sylvia's tits," I quipped.

"Don't say that," Laura tried to quell me and I knew I had hit a soft spot. It was totally uncharacteristic for her to be squeamish about any topic, especially one pertaining to sexual acts. From the way she was squirming, touching me, rubbing my chest, moving to the other side of the bed and then coming back to me I knew something was awry. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" I wanted to explore whatever it was that had her so wrought up. I wasn't going to let up. 

"How can I face her? I'll have to tell her what I saw."

"Do you want me there? As a buffer in case you stall out?"

"Would you?" 

I had never known Laura to be indecisive or tentative before. She never sidestepped an issue. I knew she wanted to end the charade with Sylvia but for some reason it was too much for her to tackle alone. Having her accept my offer to help was gratifying.

"Do you want to show me what you saw?" 

"I didn't see that much but we could improvise," she offered, excitedly hopping out of bed. 

Laura drove me to work the next morning so she could use my car for the day and we put off the meeting with Sylvia until we could be together.

I was surprised to see everyone show up for work on time. I guess we were excited about beginning the demolition project. 

I spoke to Charles, telling him I was in no condition to handle a power tool. Laura had kept me busy until the wee hours, re-enacting the scene she had briefly witnessed in Sylvia's kitchen. 

And judging from the appearance of the others I doubted if they should be entrusted with a tool attached to a cord either. 

Charles looked around and agreed with me. Jimmy was alert of course and Eric looked like he had had a good night's rest but the four college guys were dressed in the same clothes from the day before, sheepish grins on their faces. Davie had the appearance of having been strained through a funnel. We stumbled around, stacking items of value in neat piles and carrying debris to the dumpster. Jimmy's sledge hammer and Eric's power saw kept us busy. We were all happy when five o'clock arrived. 

Laura was in good spirits when she picked me up. All four girls had phoned to apologize for their behavior. She laughed as she recounted the various reasons given for their conduct. Laura surmised the reason for the calls but it was Kelley who unwittingly betrayed the others. "Please don't ship us away. We like it here Laura," she said, pleadingly. 

Also, she had visited the library and made an appointment with Sylvia for that evening. She proudly related how she had fearlessly walked up to Sylvia's desk and requested a meeting, specifying the time. 

"Sounds like you won the coin toss and opted to kick off," I observed as we rang Sylvia's doorbell. 

"What do you mean?"

"Sylvia got home field advantage. Meeting at our house would give us the edge."

"Oh, I've got the advantage. You're with me," Laura boasted as the back door opened and Sylvia invited us in.

By the time we finished eating and the table had been cleared I was falling asleep in my chair. But Laura's blunt admission got my attention. 

"Sylvia, I've.....well, we've been deceiving you and I....well, we want to set things straight. I didn't accidentally sit on a cigarette and burn a hole in my butt. A man did it to me intentionally when I refused to let him stick his prick in my ass."

Shock struck Sylvia but only for a moment. "I'm so sorry Laura. That must have been a traumatic time for you. But I have something I need to tell you too." 

"Wait, there's nothing you could say that would rival what I'm about to tell you. The man that did that to me was paying me for sex. I'm a whore. I've been one since I was eighteen. That's what I've been hiding from you."

"She not!" I butted in. "She was but she's not now. She's out of the business."

Neither of my companions was paying attention to me. Sylvia's mouth was open and her eyes shut. She shook her head in disbelief, opened her eyes without changing her expression. Laura watched, waiting for a reaction. It didn't come.

It was a standoff. The two women remained silent, Sylvia looking down at the table, Laura watching, expressionless.

"She's not a whore," I repeated, wanting to stir some response from Sylvia. She looked at me, languorously, her eyes glazed and her lips quivering. 

"I know she isn't." Sylvia looked adoringly at Laura as if she wanted to believe me and her own instincts. 

"Those things I told you about my job," Laura continued. "When I told you I traveled, that was true. I traveled to be with clients but not as an accountant. The clients were men I accompanied for a weekend or sometimes longer. I serviced them and they paid me well. I do the books for the brothel where I worked but I'm not an accountant."

Silence followed Laura's speech. She watched Sylvia who was staring into space. 

Minutes passed. I became anxious. "The girls called to say they are sorry for how they carried on yesterday." Neither Laura nor Sylvia seemed to hear me.

"I never met anyone like you before," Sylvia broke the spell.

"A whore? Is that that you mean? Go on, you can say it, 'I've never met a whore before.' Well, you met five of us yesterday," Laura said, menacingly. I held my breath, glad that Laura hadn't revealed Nadine's past.

"That isn't what I meant to say," Sylvia answered, speaking clearly and evenly. "I've never met anyone like you before. You didn't have to tell me about your friends or yourself. I'll admit I was curious about their coarse demeanor but I never dreamed they were prostitutes. If you were concerned that I would hear something and think the worst about you, you are wrong. Please Laura, give me some credit. I would have said they were wrong. I never suspected."

The two women were staring at one another, teary eyed. Laura rose and Sylvia joined her. They embraced. 

I sat and watched and listened as they went on, Sylvia scolding Laura for making the admission about her past, telling her it had not been necessary and Laura thanking her for being a good friend. 

"My life's an open book now," Laura boasted as the two women took their seats again. "I'll never try to hide my past again. If there is anything you want to know, please ask. Guys always wanted to know how I first went astray. They seem fascinated with how a girl can decide to sell her body. Randy knows. He has heard it all and if you ever want to hear it, well, like I say, from now on my life's an open book."

"Sometime," Sylvia choked on the word, her head dipped again, her eyes downcast. "I have something to tell you too."

"First," Laura interrupted, "there's more. I have one more confession to make." "No wait," Sylvia was suddenly animated, wanting to be first to disclose her own secret. She briefly looked my way but it was as if I was not there. "Last night, last night I did something that....Davie was here and we...."

"That's exactly what I wanted to tell you. I saw," Laura interrupted, making Sylvia's jaw become slack and her eyes look like they would pop out of her head.

"You saw? You were here?" Sylvia's voice crackled with a combination of fear and disbelief.

"I didn't mean to. I came over to talk, to explain about the girls and I was going to tell you about my past. I didn't stay long, only long enough to see that you were busy." With this Laura broke up. She winked at me. Her mood changed from morose to wicked merriment. Her confessions had done wonders; it was as if a giant load had been lifted from her shoulders. 

Laura no longer needed me there but I wanted to stick around. Poor Sylvia, now I needed to be there for her.

"I don't know what came over me," Sylvia started and then stopped, too embarrassed to continue.

"You don't need to explain to us," I tried to console her.

"No, not to us," Laura said before she collapsed in a fit of laughter. 

I took Sylvia by the hand and led her to the other side of the kitchen. "Don't pay any attention to her. Deceiving you was hard on her. She's relieved that she has told you and you took it so well," I whispered in Sylvia's ear and noticed it was crimson, like her cheeks. She was shaking and I had to support her.

Laura came to join us and the three of us huddled, talking softly, reassuring one another. But as sympathetic as Laura tried to be towards Sylvia, her mood kept us in a constant state of hilarity. Each time we had Sylvia calmed down and feeling better about her self, Laura would make a remark to reverse it.

"I didn't see very much. But what I saw got me hot. Ask Randy. I went home and made him bend me over the sink." 

This sent Sylvia's body into a spasm. It took us several minutes to settle her down. 

For the next thirty minutes Sylvia held her hands over her ears and made cooing sounds as we took turns making remarks about what Laura had seen, how hot it had made her and what we had done to cool her down. We tried; at least I tried, to wait until Sylvia regained her composure before launching another salvo.

"At least Davie was using contraception. That must be a comfort to you," Laura inserted just as one of Sylvia's sniffles subsided. This was a fabrication. Laura had said nothing about seeing signs of contraception and I knew she would not have left out such a detail. 

"That's just it," Sylvia said, lapsing into something indiscernible. I thought I heard, "not the first time," but I wasn't sure. 

"How many times did you do it?" Laura inquired. She must have heard, "not the first time," I thought.

"Three, I think," Sylvia answered, thoughtfully. "But he used a condom after the first time. I know he did."

"Three at the sink? I only got Randy to do me once there? Laura lamented.

"No. Only that first time at the sink. The other times were in bed. I don't know what came over me." Sylvia was becoming quite conversational about her night with Davie, surprising me.

"Sylvia, this will be the last question because Randy needs to get some sleep tonight. It's personal but I would like for you to answer it if you can. It looked to me that Davie is really hung. Can you confirm that?" 

"You're very observant Laura. You saw correctly," Sylvia responded and we all knew that she had caught on to our little game. Laura had told me she had seen nothing except Sylvia's tits swaying like an empty hammock in a breeze. 

As we approached the back door Sylvia was watching from the kitchen, probably to make sure we were really leaving. We waved goodnight, our friendship with Sylvia still in tact. Nothing else mattered.

We decided that our true friends would stick by us and we would need to let the others fall by the wayside. One thing was certain; there would be no more attempts to deceive. 

The demolition project went better on Saturday. We made noticeable progress. Laura took me to work again, and then came to pick me up, reminding me that we had been invited to Ollie's car lot to shop for a car. Two days of physical labor had left me with sore muscles and a desire to sleep. Laura took one look at me. "I've got just what you need." This perked me up until I found out she was talking about a hot bath. She threw in a rub down which made it worthwhile and I was ready to go.

When we stopped at the stoplight across the street from Ollie's Used Car Lot I expected Laura to cringe and hide her head like the first time we had stopped there but she sat up in her seat and peered around, unaffected. I think she knew of my concern.

The reception at the car lot was quite different from the last time I was there. It was easy to find a place to park. Rosita walked the lot with us, anxious to find a car that suited Laura. The trouble with Ollie's cars was that they were all too big. He had always specialized in luxury American-made cars with large engines and low gas mileage. We were about ready to give up when I spotted a pick-up truck parked next to the back fence. It looked like it had seen its better days but I saw possibilities. New tires and a new front bumper would do wonders for the appearance. The engine sounded fine and the breaks worked. We stuck a deal. Laura would take my car and I would be the proud owner of a beat-up truck.

Rosita and Laura were like old chums together. They chatted amiably, whispering at times, and even disappeared while I waited for the paperwork to be completed. 

When I returned to school Laura assumed the majority of my duties with the company. She agonized over the plans for the new structure, wanting the Waite Home for Woman to be perfect in every respect. She worked tirelessly, learning the business and finding ways to make customers come back and employees contented with their jobs. 

I was able to devote more time to school. The weeks flew by and when summer vacation arrived I had to spend the first week catching up with where Laura had taken the company. I wanted to give her a vacation but she rejected the offer, saying she was too busy making interior selections for the home, flooring, wall covering and furniture. 

"You better learn to cook," she chided me. This was her way of telling me she would be moving to her apartment on the first floor of the home as soon as it was ready for occupancy. We both knew I was the better cook.

"Who are you taking to Huley's wedding?" This was her way of suggesting that I seek female companionship, subtly telling me she would not be sharing my bed much longer. 

"You?" We had received individual invitations with a provision for each of us to bring a guest. I did not return the R.S.V.P. because Jake Trainer had asked me to be an usher. They knew I was coming. 

"Alright, you can tag along if you want but I warn you, I'll be sitting with someone else."

A bolt of current entered my chest and gave me a jolt. "Who?" That's all I could get out.

"Rosita asked me to sit with her. She needs someone to cry on."

"Oh," I murmured, relieved that she wasn't taking some male she had met but blaming her for how the invitation read. It had to be a scheme to make me take a date. It was just another in a series of hints that I should get out on my own. We drove to the wedding together but separated at the church door. 

All the Petersen relatives were there, except Ollie of course. Rosita had filed for divorce but it was not yet final. Petri wouldn't speak to me. She was still mad at me for what I had to do with her father's disappearance. So I hooked up with one of the other bride's maids, a friend of Huley's. Alice was a tall girl with red hair and an ex-boyfriend that dominated our conversation. 

"Did you use my bed?" Laura said the next day, accusingly.

"No, of course not," I answered. "We slept in the other room."

"Oh good. I'm sorry I snapped at you but you know how I am about that bed, don't you, honey?"

Laura had come to me when the bride and groom were being sent off, saying she was going home with Rosita because the house would be empty and Rosita would need company. I wondered where Petri was going to sleep but didn't bring it up. 

I invited Alice home for the night and she accepted. We got down to her panties and my shorts before she broke into tears, cursing her ex-boyfriend. She put her bra back on. We sat at opposite ends of the bed, talking about how she had been wronged until we fell asleep. The next morning we went to breakfast and I took her home, wishing her well. 

I let Laura assume that Alice and I had slept together, hoping it would get her off my back about my need to date other women. In actuality, Alice's tits hadn't turned me on. 

When the Waite Home for Woman was ready we used the truck to move Laura's desk to her new quarters on the first floor. She said that was all she wanted from our house, leaving the king sized bed in her room for when she came to stay the night with me. "For when I need an R and R, as long as you'll have me," she quipped. 

Woman who had worked in Judge Waite's brothel were located and offered a room at the home. As Laura became busy with the day to day operation of the home her overnight visits to my bed became less frequent. We worked together professionally, becoming more and more like siblings as our personal relationship tapered off. 

Our lives were changing. She was dedicated to her work at the home and her efforts were rewarded. Women were flocking to the Home and we started the first of several expansions. Our business prospered. 

But every parting was more difficult than the last. I objected to her leaving and put up roadblocks. I acted childish, threw tantrums and proposed marriage twice before realizing it was making Laura crazy. I hated it when I made her cry.

When the fiftieth woman came to make her home at the Waite Home, Laura invited newspapers to publish articles describing the purpose of the home. Each of the articles ended with a sentence written by Laura. Like the inmates, the director is a former prostitute.

We attended Sylvia's wedding together and had a good time. "I'm not taking you to any more weddings," I warned her on the way home. Laura, in one of her demented reckless moods, whispered in Davie's ear, "I watched you the night you bent Sylvia over the sink. I noticed you weren't wearing a condom, shame on you." 

"I just love to tease Sylvia," Laura laughed. "She'll spend the entire honeymoon explaining to Davie how I was privy to that little bit of their history."

She worried about me, always tucking little notes in places where I would find them, bolstering my confidence with praise. She encouraged me to date and applauded me when I did.

Still she came back to spend nights with me, giving herself willingly with never a hint that she was merely doing her duty. Her unspoken love for me was overwhelming. 

"I'm just being sisterly," she would say with a wink and a smile as she left, well before dawn.

But when my fortunes changed Laura stepped aside for good in her sisterly, loving way. 

[Here ends the series. My thanks for the help, support and encouragement I've received from the many who have hung with me. Chapter 33, the Epilog wraps up a few loose ends.] 



My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 33



23 March 2005

Laura T. Stone dies at 65

Laura T. Stone died suddenly after speaking at a conference in New Mexico. In addition to serving as the director of The Waite Home for Women which she had operated since its inception, she was a member of several women's rights organizations. 

Born in rural Alabama, Ms. Stone worked in brothels and as a call girl, arriving near here in 1967.

Never one to conceal her past, Ms. Stone always spoke candidly about her profession as a prostitute. She often referred to herself as an old whore when addressing women's professional organizations and she was proud of the more than three decades she called her benevolent period. She championed women's rights, serving on the Governor's committee on battered women.

She was preceded in death by her husband, C.C. Stone who died at sea a number of years ago.

She leaves one brother, Randolph P. Tucker, a nephew, Stone Tucker and two nieces, Mrs. Laura Stephens and Mrs. Karen Pringle, all of this area. 

In addition to operating the Waite Home, Ms. Stone was Vice President of Tucker Enterprises, a local Real Estate Management Company which she co-founded with her brother. 

Funeral Services will be private. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to The Waite Home for Women.





My Second Piece of Ass Ch. 33



A tear was rolling down Petri's cheek and her lips were too weak to smile. I wanted to break the tension.

"Of course, when I saw that thing you were wearing today I wasn't sure I even knew you because it doesn't....."

She shoved me with both hands and soon we were rolling around on the bed, giggling, kissing, me grappling with her bra strap and her fumbling to get my shorts off. Everything stopped when she touched my cock. 

"Small," she murmured, obviously dazed. 

"Really? Just how many of these things have you seen?" 

"Huh?" My cock was pulsating in her hand. "Oh, no, I meant my tits. They're small."

"Don't ever say that. They look perfect to me." I leaned forward and took one of her nipples between my lips. She shivered but still didn't let go of my cock. Her hand felt warm and small. She didn't squeeze or move her hand. She didn't explore. She held me and I wanted her to. Time passed. I was overcome by her soft touch. 

"You're going to make me...." My warning was too late. I soaked her panties and some of it landed on her stomach. She laughed but still held on to me, even as it shrunk she held me. 

We pulled down her panties and used them to wipe the droplets off of her tummy. 

"You know I love you, don't you," she sounded nervous. She had finally released my cock.

"Of course I do." We had often expressed our love but not in such a demonstrative way.

"It's just that I don't know if that thing will fit."

The rustle downstairs woke us. "I guess we should go down and face the music. Is it okay if I wear this thing again? I'll throw it away after this once, honest. It's just that I've got this pad on and..."

"It's okay. Put it on," I said, dressing quickly myself. 

Suddenly Petri was asking my opinion about everything. Did I like her hair this way? Were her tits really to my liking? It wasn't like her to question her own instincts. I didn't like it and I told her so. 

"Honey, just because I popped your cherry doesn't mean I tell you what to do. I like your independent side. You don't have to ask me anything."

She came to me, her hair out of place, she was barefooted and the jumpsuit zipper was completely open, showing the clean panties that she wore to hold the sanitary napkin in place.

Rosita and Laura were clearing the dining room table when we joined them down stairs, chatting cheerily as if they never expected us to do the dishes. 

"How was it?" Laura asked. Both women looked at Petri, ignoring me. 

"It was okay but we're glad to get it over," Petri answered for both of us without a moment's hesitation and without looking my way for guidance. "It will be better next time, I'm sure." Now she was looking at me, adoringly.

My lack of experience with virgins was what made it less than perfect. She was right; I was glad that it was over too. I had tried. God! How I had tried. But I think her comment about my size, which to my thinking was unfounded, told me of her fear.

I spent a half hour exploring her body, sucking, nibbling and telling her how beautiful she was. I got acquainted with her breasts, and then I moved down, stopping at her tummy before diving into her pussy, teasing her clit. She came at least twice, possibly three times before she stopped me. 

"You're big again," she exclaimed.

"Do you want to hold it some more?" I offered, not really wanting to go through that again.

"No, I'm ready now. Let's try it," she said bravely. 

And we did but it wasn't my finest hour. I've heard that some girls tear their hymen on a vibrator or hairbrush handle or while riding horseback, but not so with Petri. My future wife had a tough one. We fell asleep, me telling her again that I loved her.

"It will get better next time," Petri repeated to Laura and Rosita. "I just hope he didn't knock me up."

We all laughed but Petri was quite serious. "I don't want to have to move the wedding up." We laughed again but she just looked at us. She was right about it being better the next time and every time after. When I gave her the ring at Christmas she showed no surprise. It was as if she was expecting it. The announcement appeared in the local newspaper the following day, as if it had been written months before, stating we were to be married June 14th. 

My phone rang again as we were entering the outskirts of our town. I had been following the ambulance for 200 miles, in a dreamlike trance. 

"Mama's going to meet you at the funeral home," Petri said. "She has a list. She's already been to Laura's apartment to pick out the dress and she wants to be sure they know how to fix her hair. Be a dear and let her handle things."

"Yes dear."

"Oh, and honey, mama wants you to deliver the eulogy so you need to be thinking about what you're going to say."

"Yes dear."

I took one last look at Laura as I stepped to the podium. She looked peaceful in a plain white dress. Around her neck was the trinket I had sent from Korea for her thirtieth birthday. So much for this being a private service, I thought, looking out at the audience. My family was in the front row, some of them overflowing across the aisle where Rosita was sitting with Jake and Huley. They looked eager to hear what I had to say about Aunt Laura, not that they were likely to hear anything they didn't already know. Behind my family sat the ladies from the Waite Home, looking strained but eager to hear what I had to say. On the other side were employees from our company and friends and business acquaintances. As I surveyed the scene it was gratifying to see what thirty-five years in my adopted home had yielded. But it was Laura's life we were celebrating. They were there for her, not me.