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On The Rebound

By: Merlins Boon



What is it like being the rebound guy? Well, once you've figured out that you actually are the rebound guy, it's a real bitch. I didn't figure it out until it was clear she wasn't interested anymore. We had met through a mutual friend and had hit it off pretty well. Unfortunately she was only two months off of a four-year relationship with some guy in the Navy. From what my friend told me the guy was a real jerk, but she kept going out with him. I guess that was why she simply stopped calling me.

Heather had been a real sweet girl, shy and quiet, but loving with a great imagination. Apparently I just wasn't what she was looking for. That was how I found myself sitting in a back booth at a bar, watching the Friday night crowd while holding a beer I had no intention of drinking. I never drink. That whole intoxication thing just doesn't work for me, but I always keep a beer on hand so that I don't look like a stalker while I'm watching the people in the clubs.

Checking my watch, I saw it was only ten thirty, but I knew that I'd just end up sitting here at the same table like I always did if I stayed. Getting up, I left my untouched beer and made my way out the door, leaving behind the loud music to the quiet evening of the city streets on the main drag.

I decided to go for a walk to clear my head of the smoke and the noise. Maybe not the best idea considering the stories you read in the newspaper about crime rates, but I felt it was safe for now. I turned down an alley to cross to the next block were my car was parked. I was halfway through when I heard the yelling.

Pausing in the shadow of a doorway, I watched as some guy shoved a woman out of the door of one of the buildings. She hit the wall and kind of fell in a heap as he moved towards her. It was clear that by the way he moved that he was absolutely faced and that he'd be puking his guts up come morning.

"Stufid bitsh," he said "wha the fucsk did I tells youuu abou...about *hic* cheein on me..."

She stood up, her back pressed against the wall. I could see from the light near the back door that she was pretty. Long blonde hair, a nice body under a skirt and a tank top with a jacket over it. She had long legs too, ending in a pair of black ankle boots. All in all she was a pretty hot little number...but my attention quickly went back to the guy as he cornered her.

"I told you Nick I don't want to go out with you anymore!" She saidsaid, "weWe're through!"

By the sound of her voice I could tell she was scared and who could blame her. Nick was a pretty big guy, but I wasn't going to stand by and let him hurt this girl. I looked around for a make shift weapon of some kind, and noticed a construction scaffolding nearby with a toolbox on a lower plank. Inside were a number of screwdrivers but I didn't want to kill this guy, just give him a bit of pain to keep him distracted. The answer was the heavy wrench in the box. Grabbing it, I moved down the alley as quietly as I could, staying in the shadows to avoid being seen by Nick. But there wasn't much chance of that considering how drunk he was.

"We are not throufgh!!" Nick yelled, spitting in his slur as he grabbed a handful of the girl's hair. "Youer MY gurl, Jenny and its gonna stay tha way!"

The girl saw me right as I came up behind Nick, her eyes going wide, but Nick was a little to pre-occupied to notice. Too bad for him.

I yelled "Hey Nick!"

As the oaf spun around, the term "five across the eyes" came to mind as I backhanded him with the flat end of the wrench, causing blood to squirt from his newly broken nose and a nice big dent right between his eyes. He'd feel that one in the morning, but I wasn't done yet. As Nick was screaming in pain and grabbing for his face, I swung low for the money shot, nailing him with the heavy steel right in his family jewels. The bastard went down like a rag doll and stayed down, out cold.

As I stood there, my heart started pounding as I realized what I'd just done. I'd just beaten the fuck out of some stranger with a wrench and it dawned on me that I could be in some serious shit. At the same time, I felt righteous, justified. All the frustration and anger I felt at Heather for dumping me was suddenly released when I beat the hell out of this asshole. All I could do was drop the wrench on the ground and stare at the guy as he lay there. The one consolation was that he was still breathing, that much I could see.

"Oh my God!"

I turned then to look at the girl, and I couldn't help but realize she was even prettier up close. She had blue eyes...bright, blue eyes that almost glowed, but I could see them brimming with tears as she looked from me to Nick and then back to me.

"I...are you all right?" It was all I could think to ask.

"Jesus Christ do you realize what you just did?!" She yelled "We've got to get out of here!"

Grabbing my hand, she ran down the alley with me in tow, going in the direction that I was headed for anyway. As we emerged on the street corner, I looked back to see a group of guys coming out of the building and standing around the fallen Nick. A second later they looked up at us and began pointing and yelling before taking off at a run after us.

"Oh shit, they've seen us! Come on!"

My pretty young companion tried to drag me off down the sidewalk, but I pulled her instead.

"No, my cars this way!"

Racing across the street with my hand in hers, I reached into my pocket for my keys and hit the button to unlock the doors. I threw open my door and jumped inside. 

"Hurry up and get in!" I yelled. She did just as I started the car and began peeling out of the parking lot. In a second we were already in the street and in a minute we were gone. My Mustang still ran well after three years, a good graduation present. I made a mental note to thank my mom and dad again for it.

After tearing at break neck speed through a few blocks and running more than one red light, I began to slow down, checking my mirrors to make sure that Nick's goon squad wasn't following us. Once I was sure that they weren't, I looked over at my passenger to see that she was still looking around for any sign of her ex-boyfriend.

"So...you got a name?"

"Yeah...I'm, um, Jenny..." She was turned around in her seat, looking for the cars. Turning around, she sunk down in the seat some and looked over at me a little fearfully. "Who are you?"

"My names Michael." I turned the corner and drove towards the highway. "So what was the deal with old Nick back there?"

"He *was* my boyfriend...but we broke up." She kind of laughed and sobbed at the same time. "Or at least I tried to break up with him. But he's crazy...he's got this obsession with me and he won't let go. I tried to get a restraining order against him but then he showed up at the club with his guys and started roughing up this guy I was talking to and then he chased me into the alley and I thought he was going to kill me and if you hadn't come in he probably would have and, and-"

She broke down sobbing then, her head in her hands, her whole body shaking. I pulled over on to the shoulder then and shut off the engine, turning to look at her.

"Hey, take it easy." I reached out and put my hand on her arm "You're safe now. He can't hurt you anymore. Just calm down, ok?"

She looked up at me then, her cheeks wet with tears that glistened in the streetlight coming in through the windshield. I was taken back by the look she gave me, a confused look, like she didn't know what it was like for someone to do something nice for her. Then she suddenly threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, sobbing into my neck.

"Oh God, thank you!" She cried "Thank you so much!"

I put my arms around her and hugged her close. She had on some kind of strong perfume, smelling of raspberries. It was delicious and I had to resist the temptation to lick her neck. As I was holding her, I could feel my cock hardening, and I knew this definitely wasn't the time for that kind of display. Reluctantly I let go of her and she sat back, scrubbing tears from her face and trying to smile at me.

"Why don't I go ahead and take you home, ok?"

"No!" She said "I was...staying with Nick when we broke up...and I don't have anywhere else to go."

"All right," I said "then you can crash at my place tonight. Tomorrow we'll go to the police and let them deal with this guy."

"You don't live...here in the city do you?" She asked, "Nick, he runs with a gang and he might find your place and I can't have you getting hurt."

I smiled and reached out for her hand, squeezing it. "Relax...I live in the next town over. A good drive but we'll be safe."

This news seemed to calm her down and she smiled again and nodded. With that, I started the car up and took off for the highway. It was an hour-long drive home and during that time I got to know Jenny a bit more. She was only nineteen at the moment and had left her parents home at seventeen, thinking she could make it on her own without any help. It was a big mistake and she ended up having to work at a strip club to earn some extra money just to pay for rent and food. Nick and his gang worked protection at this strip joint and they eventually just hooked up more for sex and convenience than out of any kind of love.

Nick, I learned, was quite an alcoholic and drug abuser, but that came with being part of a gang. At first, things had been going fine, but after a few months Nick got more and more jealous whenever Jenny even looked at another girl. He had started abusing her a month ago and it quickly grew out of control, to the point where Nick, in his drug induced rage, had pulled a gun and threatened to kill Jenny if she ever tried to leave him. The restraining order came next, but it was easy to see just how well that had worked.

"With Nick's thugs always on the street, it's impossible to try and hide. So I've got to get out of the city and find somewhere that he can't find me."

I smiled at her. "Don't worry. Right now Nick is in traction and has no clue where we're headed. And tomorrow is another day."

She grinned, a cute, funny grin that made her face just light up. "Oh God, that was amazing what you did! I mean you absolutely laid into him with that wrench! I mean you just came out of nowhere and wham! You're like some kind of hero! Where did you come from anyway?"

Still smiling, I shrugged. "I was heading home actually...cutting through the alley to get to my car."

"Wow...I'm lucky you were passing by then."

"I don't believe in luck," I said "Just fate."

Smiling then, she slid across the seat and snuggled up against me, staring out the window. I could smell her raspberry perfume again as I put my arm around her and we drove in silence the rest of the way.

It was twenty more minutes before I finally pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. The neighborhood was quiet due to the fact that it was past midnight by now. I pulled into my space and shut off the engine, looking over to Jenny. Still leaning against me, she was asleep, her breathing coming evenly now. She looked so sweet sitting there, I didn't want to bother her, but the car was definitely no place to sleep.

Gently nudging her, I whispered her name and she woke up, blinking her eyes and looking around a minute. "Come on, we're at my place now."

She nodded and climbed out of the car and I followed suit. Coming around the front, she slid her hand into mine and smiled as I led her up the stairs to my hole-in-the-wall apartment. To be fair it wasn't that bad, but it wasn't the Hilton either. One bedroom, one bathroom, a dining kitchen, and the living room.

Jenny looked around, taking note of the large number of odds and ends I had tacked on the wall, sketches and drawings I had framed, my diploma hanging over the back of the couch, my AA (Associate of Arts) Degree in Journalism beside it. The small bar with a window to the kitchen had a broad sword hanging over it, something I'd picked up at a Renaissance festival and used as a theft deterrent device.

I pulled my jacket off and hung it on the coat rack as I spoke "If you want, I'll let you have the bed and I'll stay on the couch."

"Well, why don't you stay in the bed with me tonight?" She asked.

Turning around, I saw her slid her jacket off and let it drop to the floor, exposing her slender arms and even more of her fine figure beneath that tank top she was wearing. Before I could say anything, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. Her warm, wet tongue snaked out and urged my mouth open, and it didn't take much urging. I parted my lips and let her tongue inside, allowing her to explore my mouth and give me a taste of hers. Her breath was sweet and light and I could taste the remains of red wine on her tongue and lips. My hands moved to her waist and quickly made their way around her as I was caught up in the moment.

A second later rational thought had the nerve to enter my brain and I pulled back from the kiss, trying my best to resist the urge to strip her right there despite the growing bulge in my pants.

"I know I helped you out but...you don't have to do this." I said.

She giggled and went up on her toes, biting my lip hard and dragging her teeth across it before letting it go, and causing my cock to become rock hard in the process. "You're sweet, Michael. But that's the whole point." She reached for my pants, unsnapping them and pulling the zipper down before she began untucking my shirt. "You're not making me fuck you. Hell, you're even giving me a choice. Do you know how long it's been since I've had the chance to pick the guy I wanted to roll in the sack with?"

She reached her hand down into my pants and my boxers then, wrapping her cool, slender fingers around my dick and massaging it slowly. "Besides...I've got this real good feeling you're not going to disappoint me." She giggled again and then kissed me hard, moaning hotly into my mouth. I certainly couldn't disappoint her and I knew she wouldn't disappoint me!

My arms went around her waist again as I returned her kiss, my hands grabbing her ass and lifting her up off the floor. Squealing, she wrapped her legs around my waist, her skirt riding up to her hips as she ground her crotch against mine. I turned around and pressed her against the wall, taking my turn to bite at her lip and listen to her.

She moved to my neck, running her tongue across my collarbone, her hands sliding across my chest. Grinning, she grabbed my hand and ran into the bedroom, giggling as I stumbled after her. Spinning me around, she shoved me back on the bed and then climbed up on top, straddling my hips as she leaned down and kissed me again, pulling my tongue into her mouth this time.

Pulling away, she sat up and smiled down at me, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. As it came off, her bare tits bounced free, revealing that she hadn't been wearing a bra the entire time. She giggled at my surprised look and reached up, cupping her breasts and kneading them as she leaned her head back and moaned softly, pinching her bright pink nipples.

I took the initiative then and sat up, sliding my hands up along her bare back, my fingers trailing over the curve of her spine. She lifted her head and looked at me before offering me her delicious looking nipple. My tongue touched her skin before my lips did, swirling around the areole. Then I took her tit into my mouth and began feasting on her sweet tasting skin. She moaned, running her hands through my hair as I swirled my tongue over her nipple, lightly nibbling at it with my teeth.

Pulling my head back, she reached down and began pulling up my shirt, so I raised my arms and led it slide off, tossing it onto the floor as she fell on top of me and kissed me again, her stiff nipples rubbing against my chest, her arms tight around my neck. She was hot for it, and I wasted no time in stripping her down the rest of the way. In a flurry of movement, rolling, writing bodies, and flinging of clothes, her skirt and black lace panties came off, and my pants and boxers followed, making a nice mess on the floor around my bed.

Jenny straddled my hips again, pulling me up to duel tongues with me once more, my board-stiff prick pressed against her flat stomach. Reaching down, her hand wrapped around it again and began stroking it slowly, her slender fingers expertly working me over, sending chills and threads of pleasure through me.

"Mmm...I've got to have a taste of this."

Pushing me back down on the bed, she slithered down between my legs, settling on her elbows and smiling up at me as she flicked her tongue over the head of my cock, teasing it with lollipop licks before her sweet lips slid down on me, her cheeks hollowing out as she began sucking expertly on my stiff member. Slurping and smacking sounds filled the room as she worked it over like nothing I'd ever felt. I was afraid she was trying to devour me, and at times she sucked so hard it almost hurt.

Moaning, I reached down and slid my hands through her hair, beginning to guide her head, urging her to go down on me faster. I felt my balls tensing up and I knew if she kept it up I was going to come straight down her throat.

She must have sensed this because she suddenly stopped and squeezed my cock at the base to prevent my impending orgasm. "No no...not until I get what I want." She stared up at me, but she wasn't the cute, bubbly girl from a few moments ago. She was a woman in need, her face etched with a desire and a look that said 'You either fuck me or I make you fuck me.'

I knew what she wanted and I wasn't going to waste any time in giving it to her. Grabbing her under her arms, I practically dragged her off the bed, making her squeal as she straddled my chest. Grinning down at me again, she licked her lips and slid forward, raising up on her knees until her pussy was right above my face. I could see how wet she was by the juices that were already covering her thighs. Sliding my arms behind her legs, I took hold of her hips and pulled her succulent snatch down onto my mouth, my tongue snaking up and slowly running across her lips. I heard her sigh and continued teasing her with small licks, lapping up the excess cream from her sweet lips. She came down more, finally setting her snatch completely on my mouth, and my tongue immediately slid up inside her wet hole, sucking out the juices there while completely gorging myself on her slit, bringing my tongue out from every few seconds to flick across her clit.

By now she was so hot that she didn't need much more encouraging getting into the swing of things. Grinding her slit down against my face in an attempt to smother me with her dripping sex, she squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, her blonde head thrown back and eyes closed as with every passing second I brought her one step closer to paradise.

Suddenly she pulled off of me and rolled over onto her back, using her momentum to pull me on top of her. She was practically writhing under me,me; she was so hot for it. "I want to cum with you inside of me...come on, Michael, stick your cock inside of me and fuck me!"

Well, since she'd asked so politely. Reaching between us, I took hold of my hard, slick rod and ran it through the cream that coated her pussy, causing her to moan in frustration at my teasing. However, I knew better than to leave her hanging too long, and in a moment I positioned my head at her wet entrance and began pushing my hips forward. Sliding in was easy due thanks to her sticky honey pot, but she was tight too, and as I continued moving further into her, my cock throbbed inside the moist warmth of her cunt.

"Oh, God! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" She was almost screaming now and I quickly kissed her to try and muffle her screams, since I didn't want my neighbors banging on my door anytime soon. I pulled back until only my head remained lodged inside of her before pushing myself back in with a quick, hard thrust. She moaned into my mouth and sucked on my tongue desperately as she began pumping her hips to meet with my thrusts.


On The Rebound



Tonight is the first time in three months that I have attended the monthly Saturday night mixer that has been a tradition in Portland for almost ten years. The initial group of about fifty people from fraternity affiliations, support of the football team and college groups of all kinds formed right after graduation from the University of Oregon. Over time we've added OSU and PSU members to heckle. We've also have dates and spouses that still come after relationships broke up. I am an original organizing member. The idea was to help us stay in touch and provide friendships as we got lost into the working world.

I missed the last couple of months because of depression and embarrassment. Everyone, except me, knew my wife was screwing around with a couple of guys from the group. When I caught her with one of them in our bed, the entire story came out. I am successful, stupidly trusting and tried to be what she wanted. I was blind, thinking everything was good between us. She left with her lover that night, filed for divorce, sent for her stuff and is now back living with her mother in Ashland. I never liked Ashland, except for the Shakespeare Festival.

Connie and I had dated in college, moved in together when I moved to Portland and we got married two years later. Three years ago, we bought a house, remodeled it and started talking about kids. To me, my brother would say, "You are a dumb ass." The shoe fit perfectly. Tonight, after three drinks, lots of encouragement, support from old buddies and being horny, a tall thin blonde made eye contact with me, smiled and sat with her body pointing toward me while she played with her hair. I checked to make sure there was not some handsome hunk behind me. She sort of laughed with me. That got my courage up and I went to talk to her.

"I'm Tom Gregory. I haven't noticed you at our gatherings before."

"I've been coming to them off and on for a couple of years. You always were preoccupied with your wife. We've never met. I'm Eve Andrews."

"You are younger than most of us old farts."

"I went to college in California, don't tell anyone. Jerry Handson and I dated a couple of years. I think you and I wound up alone about the same time."

I ignored her intro. It hurt. Jerry and I had been fraternity brothers. He was one of the two lovers, I knew for sure, that my ex had. Jerry, Eric Taylor and Connie no longer attended these monthly get-to-gathers. Gracefully I said, "I knew you were too pretty to be one of us rain soaked ducks or beavers, what did you study in California?"

"Nursing. I'm a surgical nurse at OHSU now."

"Pretty, diligent and smart too. Jerry wouldn't appreciate that combination."

She was suddenly quiet and looked into her glass.

"Eve, I'm sorry. Please accept my apology. I want to talk to you and learn about you. My sharp words were directed toward Jerry. I still have some sore spots that lash out once in a while."

"I understand. Jerry and I weren't working out; I should have put an end to things long ago."

For the next two hours we talked, laughed and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. I asked her to go around the corner for coffee and dessert after the party grew stale, leaving only those who wanted to hook up for the night. Over a wonderful pastry and coffee too strong for this late at night, I was starting to think this would only be a single night of pleasant conversation. I had asked questions and learned all about her. Everything was one sided.

It was obvious to her that I was about to cut our evening short. Eve struggled to keep the conversation going, "Jerry pointed you out when we went to our first gathering. He was proud of you; he told me your first book was published while you were still in college."

"Yes, I write mindless, entertaining stories for the masses. My professors would not be happy with my contribution to society."

"You write the David Stone mysteries. There are millions of copies out there."

"Thanks for noticing. My ego has not been in good shape for a while."

"Jerry showed me some of the Internet sites where your naughty short stories are posted, under different names, of course."

"Have you read any?"

"We read them together."

"Great, I'm talking to another woman who I titillated into Jerry's arms."

She was quiet, disarmed again by my venomous words. She ventured an honest peace offering, "Your stories got us into the mood. We liked different ones but they gave us some great times. Even with your fantasies, I was not enough for him."

Her words were perfect to draw out my male instincts to protect her, "My God, Eve, I'm an egghead writer and Jerry is a handsome jock. Dumb too, for letting you get away. You're sexy and your body reeks of desirable pheromones. Just sitting close to you, makes me nervous like a sixteen year old boy on his first date. If there is any fault, it would be his and not yours."

"Thank you, Kind Sir."

"I'm being serious. I mean every word. Forget Jerry, do you remember any of my stories that you liked?"

She did not want to open up. I teased, "I should have asked you that question when we were at the party and you were a little tipsy. Now, your mind is in control and you won't tell me the truth. I'll ask you that again next month, if I can entice you to drink something other than late night coffee."

Her answer gave me a strong surge between my legs, "I don't remember the titles, but I remember a long story about a mature Dom training his friend's drug addicted twin daughters and I remember a story about a female boss going home and being controlled by her male employee."

"Are you attracted to the D/s stories?"

"Jerry said they were stupid."

"I did not ask you about Jerry. Sit very still and quiet." I removed one of my shoes and took off the long stretchy over-the-calf sock from my right foot and then put my shoe back on. Her eyes filled with concern and looked around to see if others were watching. It was late. The employees were busy cleaning up. They could close in thirty minutes, at mid-night. There were no other customers. Still we were near the window. I'm sure she felt we were on display for all of Portland. I removed my other shoe to get my second sock.

I stepped behind my beautiful new friend and pulled one of her hands and then the other to tie behind her. I could hear her heart beat. Her neck was flushed. Her breaths were deep causing her lovely full breasts to rise and fall. Her eyes darted about, always glancing back at mine for approval and reassurance. Still behind her, I tied the second stretchy sock around her neck, like a collar, and tucked the ends down the back of her dress.

Her body was throbbing and her eyes told me all I needed to know. "Eve, we both know that you can pull your hands free, but don't. Be bound for me. Be helpless for me."

I fed her a bite of the Bavarian cream filling from her pastry, making sure some of it stayed on her lips, "Leave that for me."

I sat back down but leaned close to her. I licked the cream away and kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue past her lips and teased along her gums. Her eyes were closed. I kept the fantasy going by whispering, "You are wearing my collar; you are mine. Give me your tongue so I can taste your wetness."

She gave and I took from her. Her neck arched toward me as I pulled away. I hooked a finger into her collar, pulled and whispered again, "Your submission is a great gift. You have me wanting you. Wanting to see your body fly higher and higher as you struggle against your bindings; wanting to taste you and drink the sweet wetness from your womb; wanting to watch your eyes and body convulse in climax on my lips and tongue."

I stood and put more than enough money on the table to cover our tab. Her eyes questioned me. My throbbing hard tent was inches from her face. "Tonight you can question me about everything except our sex play. In that, you will follow without question."

I helped her up and carried her coat and purse, so her tied hands and collared neck would be exposed to the world. We made it just outside the door onto the busy lighted street. I leaned into her, sucked her ear lobe and let my breath tickle into her ear as I asked her, "Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?"

Of course, she did not answer. Of course, she knew. We were strangers only a few hours ago, but this was exciting fantasy; she needed to play. I continued to confess to her, "I am mad wanting to push my fingers into your wet pussy. I want to stand right here and lick your slipperiness from my hand. I want to refill my fingers in you and push them between our lips so we can kiss and fight for your taste."

Eve's body shuttered. Before it could stop, I stood blocking the world's view and discretely rolled her left nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger. She held her breath. I kissed her; waited; sucked her exhaling breath deep into my lungs. Our kiss grew hotter. When my demanding touch moved to her other nipple, she licked inside my mouth and filled her body with my exhaling breath. I paused my rolling digits; she waited, perfectly still; she was wondering what I would do next. I tightened my grip just enough to give her a little pain. Eve's hips pushed forward into mine. Her tongue licked at mine. We kissed hotly for a couple of minutes while she grew accustomed to my tight grip on her nipple. She pushed her breast into my hand and for just a second, I squeezed the nipple hard enough to give her one sharp pain. She moaned and I caught her when her knees did not hold her weight any more.

For that one moment, she would take any direction; if only, we had been alone, in my warm house. I put her coat over her shoulders and began to guide her toward where she had told me she parked her car. As her mind cleared, I knew she felt threatened and feared the rest of the night.

I opened her purse, retrieved her keys with the fob that opened her new Accord. I unlocked her car and backed her tightly against the driver's door. I reached behind her, untied her hands but held them. I thrust hard into her, literally lifting her. Her body crushed into the car and her eyes were filled with passion and fear, looking deeply into mine. My hips moved so my cock dug into her soft, hot belly.

"Eve, you have stolen my mind and my judgment tonight. I am a dominant, very oral male. My card is tucked under your sub's collar. At least, you were mine for a little play tonight. I would like to see you again. I do not have your number. You have to decide, if you can risk so much; if you want to see me again; if you want to explore your submission. You have read my stories. When you dream, remember, for your body and your fantasies, they are all true."

I turned her toward her car but then my body took over from my mind. I pushed her over the hood of her car and thrust hard against her ass. The panting, animal groan from deep in my throat would have to be my apology. "Get into your car, before I take you right here. Can you feel my need?"

"Yes."

Just before I closed her door, I risked a question, "Would you have liked it, if I had taken you a minute ago?"

She needed protection. She needed to be away from my madness. She needed to be away from what had never happened in her life before. She slammed the car door; the doors locked; she cranked the engine. I felt the car go into gear but her foot was on the break. The window eased down about two inches. She shouted one word when the car lurched away, "Yes!"

I wrote and kept my mind from thinking about Eve. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, she did not call. Wednesday night I looked down at my cock after three rum and cokes and talked to it, "Just you and me. How about some porn tonight? Surely you can cum a couple of times and I can sleep most of the night." He did cum but I did not sleep much.

Thursday morning, I had a delightful, strange email, "I need to impress my boss. Trying to get senior OR nurse position. Seven p.m. Saturday night, will you be my dinner date at my boss' house? Make me look good as my friend, the famous author. Sorry for not calling. Very confusing night. I'm using you to get a job I should have had a year ago. I'll understand, if you say "No."

My answer was short and sweet, "I'll allow you to use me. When I stand next to you, I'll try not to drool. Don't worry; I clean up fine for public consumption. Tell me where."

I kept looking at our hostess, Mrs. Dr. Raymond Collins. I knew her. All through dinner, I kept trying to place her. Finally, I did. Her extra thirty pounds, her jewelry, her haughty, superior attitude and her command of her dining room had confused me. One suggestive movement toward her maid brought it all back. Mary Heston was an assistant professor at Oregon while I was a student. She had a reputation of getting pretty girls to lick her pussy until she screamed. Word was that she screamed a lot. The girl, who took my virginity in my freshman year, had improved her grade by being a good "Heston licker." I knew Mrs. Dr. Raymond Collins was a dominant woman but she had not run into me since I matured. She kept all her guests in their lowly places through the well orchestrated dinner, pleasantly referencing our meager accomplishments, compared to her great accomplishment of marrying the now director of surgery of one of the western world's best university teaching hospitals.

The dinner was breaking up when I had a chance to corner Mrs. Dr. Raymond Collins, "How wonderful to see you again. In Eugene, my first girlfriend used to tend to your dominant demanding basic needs. I think you gave her extra credit because her tongue was so articulate."

I had never seen a more shocked look. Eve started to race to repair the damage, she feared, I had done. I motioned for her to stay away. She did.

I whispered to our hostess, "Mrs. Collins, as a writer, I hope you will tell me how you've changed your nature. Dr. Collins is brilliant but is obviously an unsatisfied submissive. To help you two be happy, should I send you a strap-on for you to stretch his ass? You'd like that, at least for old time's sake."

Mary was frozen in her tracks. I helped her, "No one knows, except me. I have a request. Get your man to promote Eve and I'll send you that strap-on to make him scream and I'll also make sure you have a discrete female to lick you until you pass out. My card is in the tray on your receiving table."

Mary Collins called me the next day, "What do you want?"

"Only what I said. Mary, I already have wealth and fame. I want to help a smart, qualified friend, who is caught up in hospital politics. She knows nothing about this. Just do what I asked; I'll never say another word. I still resent having to hold Janice Simmons when she cried after she had to service you. Fuck your husband hard. He needs it and so do you. Threat him like you did Janice; he will be even more successful for you. I know what I'm talking about and I don't live in a judgmental glass fish bowl like you and your husband do."

I had a book tour that started two weeks after the Collins' dinner party. Eve was scared to death by what she thought I had done. She was told that week that her promotion would be effective in three weeks. I told Mrs. Collins how to get into my house on the days the servants were off. She would have only one servant while at my house; Mitzi is a pure sub who likes a little pain and the taste of a woman. She and Mrs. Collins became great friends. After a couple of years, Mitzi became Mrs. Collin's personal assistant. I have often imagined Mitzi's small fist crammed so far up Mary that her forearm was squeezed by Mrs. Dr. Collins' orgasms. I've heard Dr. Collins smiles a lot these days; he has been promoted to head of the hospital, even though, he walks like he has a large butt plug up his ass.

I returned from my book tour. One night stands are not my style and I can't advertise my dominant ways or oral desires. It would be too easy for some talkative, money grubbing female to take me into the tabloids and hurt my book sales, or even derail my pending first movie based on one of my books. I guess I lied to Mrs. Collins; I too live in a fish bowl. I like Amazon. No book tours or fronts for the public. Electronic book sales are the future. We had worked together so my stories met their criteria for now and the future. I make just as much at $9.99 on-line as I do at $29.95 hardback and a hell of a lot more than $4.95 soft cover off the grocery store racks. I like how they took the lead pushing my tales into foreign translations. I am anxious to hear my first audio release read by a gifted voice. All these thoughts hovered in the back of my mind as I wrote and still had not heard from Eve.

After Eve settled into her new job, I got a simple text, "Did U have anything to do with my promotion?"

I emailed her back and ignored her question, "So wonderful to hear from you after all this time. I miss talking to you and, of course, I miss the promising tease of your enticing body. I truly believe, someday, we will get to explore some of our mutual interests. I'm very happy to hear that you got promoted. My book sales are doing well and I have a new contract too. Would love to have dinner with you but that is your call. I seem to offend you when I only want to please you and have you care about me."

Text: "I care."

Text back: "Mexican? Ixtapa, 1 p.m. Sat. So we will be offensive to each other by 5 p.m."

Text: "See U then."

I had three strawberry margaritas served to her immediately after she arrived. I had been there for fifteen minutes.

"Three drinks?"

"I told you at the last party that I wanted you tipsy and compliant to my desires."

"Just what are your desires?"

"I have to taste you first; your wetness will determine my answer."

Eve was smart; she let that drop and did not try to respond. For two hours, we talked drank and caught up. I invited her, "Meet me at 7:30 next Saturday morning at the Rose Garden. I have to open the gates for the Rose Festival." 

"Why so early?"

"I'm only a minor celebrity. Maybe in a few years, I'll get to host an evening event."

She laughed. Her breasts jiggled. She had to be near her period. Her pheromones were driving me crazy. She knew and backed off.

"Can't Saturday; how about a rain check?"

"I don't know if I've been shot down or delayed. You call it. When you can spend some time with me, call me. I like to go to the zoo, the art museum, movies, restaurants and cook at home. I would like to cook with you. However, I'm going to quit pressuring, teasing and bugging you."

Eve did not miss the double meaning. I was tired of the chase and the hidden agenda in our possible relationship. I am too open and she is reserved. She must think her desires are taboo. I was happy that I was able to help her career along. However, I was lonely and needed to find someone who could accept my baggage and still want to be with me.

Eve did not attend the next monthly party of our still growing Mudders Booster Club, but the evening gave me Helen. She had been with Don Dillon since I met him three years ago in 2007 at another monthly party. Those had been good days for me; days when I thought I was happily married. I went out onto the large patio of the high-rise hotel's fifth floor ballroom. We had rented a small section of it for our foray. In the darkness, I heard Don talking angrily at Helen. He was hovering over her small, thin frame. She was sitting, cowering, looking down and her brown mousey hair hung over her face. He was working himself up and getting louder and angrier. I was about to go back inside when I heard him say, "What do I have to do to make you move out, you dependent bitch?" With those words, this muscular, drunk, two-hundred pound man kicked his date under her right thigh just above her knee with all his might. Her body literally lifted off the chaise lounge and she curled in a defensive ball when she landed.




On The Rebound



I grabbed Don from behind, "Get out of here before someone calls the cops on you for abuse and you get sued for everything you're worth." He spun violently. My words sunk into his slow brain by the time he was facing me. Don threw his drink and stormed past me. I knew Helen would not be able to walk for a while. Lots of years playing baseball with pain from twisted ankles and hyper-extended knees told me that. I stuck my head back into the ballroom and hailed Jack, one of my dearest friends, "Jack, get Helen's coat, purse and whatever she brought. Don kicked the hell out of her. I'll carry her through the next vacant section of the ballroom and meet you at the elevators."

With Jack's and his wife's help, I loaded Helen in my car and drove to my place. They followed. Alice helped Helen clean-up and get into some comfortable clothing left behind by my ex. Jack rambled, "I've known Don for four years. I knew he was rough and a womanizer but I didn't think he would go off like that." 

Alice called me when they were ready. I carried Helen back to the den and we all talked by the fire for an hour until Jack and Alice left. Alice's parting words to Helen and me were, "I'm no nurse, but that leg needs to be checked out by a doctor." As I walked them to the door, she leaned to put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Helen has a lot of bruises, some on her neck."

Helen is my age but she seemed like a little girl in my arms when I carried her back into the guest bedroom, tucked her in for the night and gave her a vicodin left in one of Connie's old pill bottles. Fleetingly, I thought about Eve and how her great nursing talents would be helpful tonight.

Helen must have been emotionally exhausted; she had not drunk much the night before but she slept until eleven the next day. I heard her trying to get up to go to the in-suite bathroom with some urgency. Her leg would not hold her weight. She was crying in pain, frustration and heartache. She endured me carrying her, standing her, removing her panties and helping her sit with her badly swollen, bruised leg extended out in front of her. While she did her duties, I called my personal doctor and weekly racquetball partner at home, to beg for an early Monday appointment that would not generate all the looks and paperwork that an emergency room visit would.

Dr. Carter Young and his wife were frequent dinner guests at my house. Carter loved my mysteries and Ann had been a friend of my wife. After x-rays and a CT scan, we went back to see him in his fifth floor office at OHSU, "Helen, you have some badly extended tendons in your knee. I don't see anything broken and I believe your knee will be all right without surgery. You are light enough that your body will not stress your knee too much while it heals. Healing will take a while. You have a bad bruise. Your knee will be stiff and sore. Try to flex it for exercise but keep most of your weight off it for a couple of weeks." At that point, Carter asked me to leave for a few minutes. I knew he had to ask her about being abused. I knew, he would do his duty in disclosing whatever he had to by Oregon law.

When I was summoned back, Carter talked to me, "Tom, Helen has no place to go. All her clothing and personal items are at a Mr. Dillon's house. Do you want me to have our patient services people arrange for a local women's shelter to house Helen for a while?"

"Until last night, Helen and I had never met. Still, I live in a big house and enjoy company. Helen, until you can work something out, you are welcomed to stay with me. I'll understand if you tell me that you may feel safer at a shelter."

Her admission hurt her pride and tears rolled down her cheeks, "I don't have a job or family nearby. I don't have much but what I have is at Don's. You have a beautiful home but I don't want to be a burden." 

Finally, I put together all the signs and signals. Helen needed strength, to serve and to follow. In her life, she had never found what she needed. Maybe she didn't even know. However, she had found at least one relationship where a "Lifestyle" pretender abused her. She had stayed and been abused because she had no options and, yet, there was strength, even if it was abusive strength.

"Helen, there is no rush to decide anything today. Come home with me, rest and recover. We'll get whatever you need and I'll arrange to get all your things brought over from Don's."

She started to say something about how mad he would get but I stopped her before Carter pulled the cops in. "Let me take care of things. Just trust me. If I can't do it, we'll try another way."

Before we left the hospital parking lot, I called Jack, "We need a favor."

"Anything."

"Get to Don; tell him the situation and that, so far, no reports have been filed against him. However, all the ugly bruise pictures and hospital reports were prepared during her visit today. The gist of it all is, we think, Helen will heal ok. She can't walk right now and will be staying at my house. Let him know who he is dealing with and that I have an army of overpaid and under worked attorneys at my disposal. I insist that everything that belongs to Helen be delivered to my house today, even if it's midnight. Everything better be in good shape or it will cost him a fortune."

Jack started to talk, "That's really quick, I'm sure he is at work.........."

"His kick was pretty quick too. Our day at the hospital was pretty quick too. I'm pissed. Tell the asshole to expect a few thousand in medical expenses. He does exactly what I said or by tomorrow, he'll be visited by the police and will be front page news with pictures. I'll help write the story."

Helen was very quiet. Jack knew when to be quiet and when to do exactly what I asked.

After ten p.m., a U-Haul van was buzzed through the security gate and two men unloaded eight good sized boxes, a flat screen television and a dressing table into the room where Helen was staying. Don was not one of the delivery men.

I called Jack, "Thanks for the help. I'm sure knowing that she has not lost her things will make Helen feel a little better." Jack offered to help in any way. I thanked him again.

Helen's leg was now swollen to the size of one of mine from below her knee into her ass cheek. The entire area was a ugly black bruise. She was in pain, yet she tried to help in the kitchen when I made us breakfast Tuesday morning. Just by co-incidence, Maria, my house keeper and right arm, had just started two weeks' vacation. I decided to press Helen some.

"Today, I have to write for a while. I want you to be careful and not do too much. Later, I'll help you get some of your things organized and put up. Tonight, if I get you seated in the large walk-in shower in the master bedroom, do you think you can bathe and wash your hair? I'll help you with anything you can't do because of the stiffness and the pain."

"I'm sure I can bathe, if you can get me seated in the shower."

"Make sure you take one of the pain pills that Carter gave you about thirty minutes before your bath. That should help with all the moving about."

Helen wanted to please me. She struggled opening boxes and stacking a few things that she wanted to put into dresser drawers. I guess she had decided to stay for a while.

I put a chair in the large walk-in steam shower. She had a lot more trouble bathing that she thought. I could hear her huffing, puffing and groaning as she tried to stand to wash her backside. We had to get this right from the start. I stripped in front of her. She watched my half hard cock throb. I knelt in front of her, cupping her face to look at me, "Helen, you are a submissive female. I'm a dominant, alpha-male. I have the resources and connections to make things happen that I want to happen. Do you understand that?"

I could see her body recoil from the power I was presenting, point blank, face-to-face. "Tonight, I'm bathing you. You are on opiates; I might have to give you an enema in a few days. Don't make my job difficult."

She stared blankly at me and did not answer. I grasped her clit between my thumb and forefinger and I squeezed. She showed no reaction. I squeezed harder. She winced but still did not respond. She was a sub but she was a pain loving sub. I did not expect that. It was a pleasant surprise.

I squeezed even harder, "Are you listening yet." No response. I twisted her clit; she moaned and said, "Yes." 

"You are free to leave; I will help you. While you are here, you will respond to my questions and try to help me when your health allows it. Do we understand each other?"

She delayed her answer until I twisted her clit again. "Yes."

We finished her bath that night without further incident. Things started changing inside me that night. I was still filled with hurt from my wife. Eve's rejection haunted me; I cared about her. Being put down by the likes of Mary Collins reminded me of how I was never good enough as a teenager because my father was and enlisted man and I was not allowed to continue dating an officer's daughter. I remembered when I was nine and my more affluent relatives made me grovel two or three times, for their amusement, to for a second helping of desert at the family reunion. The soft, sensitive, caring understanding that had been my character for half my life seemed foolish. Clearly, I saw my new role. Clearly, I would help, but clearly, those I helped would satisfy me.

For the next couple of weeks, I flirted with my new persona but was not at ease with it. Maria returned from vacation. She is twenty years older than me. She's short but outweighs me and is as wide as she is tall. She has four kids. If there is a husband, I've never met him. She noticed something was different about me on her first day back. She helped with an almost healed Helen. I had wondered, if Helen was milking her injury.

Just as Maria was arriving for work one morning, I was finishing getting Helen's breakfast. Maria muttered something. It took me a while to understand. It was something like, "The bitch can do that herself and serve you, you dumbass."

Privately, I asked Maria about what I had heard. She has been with me long enough to feel comfortable being truthful. "That is about what I said Mr. Gregory. You are a powerful man, but you don't use your power, you let these cunts walk all over you." I was angry but I held my tongue. Maria continued, "Women have babies, they are made to endure pain and hardship, to work hard and sacrifice for their men and their families. You do not see that these women are using you."

I was quiet. My face showed dissatisfaction. Maria folded, "I answered you, Mr. Gregory, because you asked me. I need this job. I'm sorry; I will never voice such a thing again."

That shook me out of my stupor, "Maria, your job is secure; unless you quit telling me the truth and kicking my ass when I need it. I have a weakness that women know how to take advantage of. You might be my only hope at finding happiness with a woman."

She looked very self-satisfied and waddled off to begin stripping the beds and cleaning the house. My male mind felt I should apologize to her that there were not cum stains on the sheets, from more than one woman.

I've read about people who experienced religious epiphanies. To me they seemed like rhetorical conventions to explain a new phase in a person's life that may have taken twenty years to develop. But Maria gave me one. One minute, I thought I had to work to earn a woman's love and caring and I needed to protect her. The next minute, if she did not return my interest, I felt no obligation or desire to pursue her. In my old way of thinking, she still had great value because I made her valuable. In my new way of thinking, she had no value if she did not return my interest and value me. For the first time in my life, I understood my own worth. I am a good man, I am wealthy, I care and I'm a good lover. Why would I devalue that by not demanding the same from my women? This sounds so ridiculous. I've been a Dom for subordinate women, but even then my motivation was only to please them. I still want that, more than anything, but now I saw clearly the only path that could lead to my happiness.

I felt a coldness and a sense of value that I had never felt before. I exercised my new power as I poured Helen's cup of coffee, "Helen, I think your leg is better now. I am not your servant, yet you are taking advantage of me. If you want to stay here for a while, you will have to be worth what you cost me. You'll have to cater to me and be submissive to me. Otherwise, take thirty days and find another Don Dillon to serve."

My writing was aggressive, hard edged and productive. About six, Maria stuck her head in and said she was leaving and handed me my messages for the day. The top one was from Eve.

I called her.

"Tom, I haven't heard from you in a while. How have you been?"

"Book tour, writing and doing the regular stuff, you know the routine. I miss us getting together over dinners and we never did make it to the zoo or anything."

"You didn't call."

"Sweet Thing, I almost begged. I went with you when you asked. I played the fool for you and you rejected my invitations. Maybe you forgot who and what I am. If you want to spend time with me, you have to pursue me at least half as much as I pursue you. I've told you how beautiful and fun you are. In response, you have either driven away from me or asked for a rain check. When you have time for me, call me. I'd love to get to know you better. Sorry, I'm repeating myself; I've already told you that."

The telephone was quiet.

"Eve, I know I've pissed you off. I've also made you important to me. I don't feel that I'm important to you. I truly wish I did. I have to get back to the keyboard. Please, call me in a few days as a friend or date."

Even my ex called that week. I met her, in Grant's Pass. Her life was going downhill. She was gaunt, like she was on meth. She looked pregnant. I always wanted for us to have a family. My blood was cold. We had a pleasant dinner and she wanted to go back to my room. I thought, "What the hell, she's a great fuck." We got to the parking lot. I saw a New York Times' book section on the front seat of her car. It was the edition that contained an article about my new book deal and the pending movie deal. I felt like only a check book again. Like I had done Eve, I pushed her over the hood of her car. This time, I put a lubricated Trojan on, pulled her panties to the side, stared at the Times to stay angry and pushed my cock up her ass. She hated that and screamed at me. I fucked her hard and filled my Trojan. She was screaming at me when I opened the door of her car and handed her the book section. Then she was totally quiet. I drove away. 

Helen was still at the house. Over coffee, after dinner, I asked her, "What do you do well enough to help me here?" 

I liked her sassy response, "I cook a great breakfast. You can use me anyway you want. I'm a good secretary and a hard worker. You're right, I'm a sub and I like my partner to be a little rough."

I literally ripped her blouse and bra off her. Her eyes sparkled. I pushed her back onto the dining room table, grabbed the gusset of her panties and ripped them off her. I knew she was STD free. I had paid for those tests. I licked her until she was soaking wet and ready to cum. "Show me what you can do with your mouth, your tongue and your hands."

There was no question, Helen was good. I would pay her to stay. When I came, her hands were twisting in opposite directions around the sensitive ridge of my helmet, bathed in her saliva and my pre-cum. She swallowed my offering and pulled my cock for more. She looked at me.

"I fucked my ex earlier. Sorry, there wasn't more for you. Lie back, stay still and stay quiet."

She didn't stay quiet; she didn't lie still and she certainly didn't stay dry. She squirted into my mouth and screamed three times before I finger fucked her to sleep and left her on the table.

I wasn't sure I liked the new me; I showered and got ready for bed that night. Business wise I had been successful but none of my relationships with women had worked out well. Every woman I dated had told me I am a great guy, considerate and giving. My mother must have taught me wrong. Those attributes must be the wrong ones, or at least incomplete.

Helen was much more than a good secretary. She whipped my office, my unsorted stories, my correspondence and my horrible filing into shape in two weeks. Over two months she began to proof read for me. She was indispensable at local book signings. She was often in the background of newspaper photographs. I was asked on camera one day how I kept everything in order. I pulled her forward and gave her all the credit. We had never traveled together, so there weren't any rampant rumors, yet. In fact, we had not played, sexually teased or had sex since she sucked me off and I finger fucked her into unconsciousness on the dining room table.

The night I gave her credit for keeping me organized, I asked her to visit with me in the den. "Helen, you have become a great asset around here. I would like for you to consider staying and being my secretary. We'll negotiate a good salary and I'll expect a lot more from you in terms of interfacing with my editors and answering my mail. Do you want to do that?"

She was blunt, "Will there be more than just work?"

"Such as?"

"I believe you know what I need more than I do. But my needs are frequent."

"What will you do?"

"Anything you want, short of needing hospital trips, broken bones and scars."

"Do you have a gag reflex?"

"No."

"Can you put your feet behind your head?"

"Yes."

"Toys, bondage, some pain, me directing you with another girl, water sports, me taking you in the shower during your period, anal, lots of oral, whatever I want?"

"That's nine questions? Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes."

"Will you work out a Dom/sub contract with me that includes your secretarial duties and you living here? And will you sign a non-disclosure agreement?"

"Yes and Yes."

"If I bring friends, clients or even a woman home will you play any role I tell you and not embarrass me?"

"I'm not fond of the idea of being passed around the guys but if that is what you want from me, then, Yes."

"I generally do not share my treasures. Do you like the whip and restraints?"

"Oh, yes."

"Go into the master bedroom and pull the large black footlocker out of my closet. Look through it. Come back and tell me, if you find anything that will make you change your mind."

Helen was gone for about half an hour. She walked back into the den, totally nude, her right hand was pushing a rotating, rabbit vibrator up her cunt; its little ears flopped wildly against her clit which she kept exposed by pulling at the freshly shaved skin above her pussy with her left hand. My favorite cat-of-nine tails was draped around her neck. Her eyes were challenging me to prove something to her that she had never felt, but still, after so many hurts, believed was possible.

I met her in the middle of the floor, "Keep doing exactly what you are doing." I took her face tenderly in my hands and kissed her softly and passionately. "Give me your tongue." I sucked hard and swallowed the wetness from her mouth. I grasped both ends of my whip and twisted it. She pulled back and took her tongue from me. I twisted tighter. At first her eyes showed fear but they saw knowing demand in mine. If I kept holding the whip this tight she would strangle. Still she relaxed and gave me her tongue back. "Close your eyes." I relaxed the whip's noose around her neck and made love to her mouth with mine until the rabbit began to win.

"Do you agree that your climaxes are mine?"

Her body trembled, tensed and she struggled not to cum. 




On The Rebound



"Yes, Helen, from now on, you will only cum when I give you permission or you will suffer."

She moaned into my mouth and started to pull the vibrator out. Her tease was backfiring. I pushed it firmly back into her and tightly grabbed a handful of her hair. I used it to pull her to the nearest blank wall. Sweat was beading on her upper lip and forehead as she struggled not to cum. I stood her three feet from the wall and leaned her forward so only her head touched. Both of her hands were torturing her pussy and she was about ready to fail my only demand of her so far.

"Let me help you keep from cuming."

A sigh came from her. She expected me to pull her tireless toy away. Instead, I took my favorite toy from around her neck, swung it, letting her feel the wind and hear the rush of the expensive leather lashes. I was deciding where the first blow should land. She could smell the saddle soaped leather. There was so much willing, anxious skin to choose from. Everyone starts with the ass. I started with her ass.

I laced all the tails across both cheeks with my first snapping, stinging blow. Helen cried out and tried to arch forward, away from an expected second set of lashes.

"Helen, I'm surprised. Your lovely body has not felt a cat before."

"No."

I changed my tactics. I swung the cat in circles letting her feel the wind as the leather tips grazed her. She expected the same biting snap of my first blow on her ass. I could see her body tense in anticipation. For the moment, she had forgotten her tingling clit and that her pussy was sucking the rubber cock rotating across her g-spot.

I let only the tips of the cat bite the right side of her waist on one swing. She whimpered but it was a sound of desire. Her body pushed toward where the whip had stung her. A simple flick and my training device changed direction and hit harder across her left thigh. Her hand crammed her toy deeper. She liked the unexpected blow to her leg.

For the next few minutes, I introduced every square inch of her back side to the cat. I am good with it. Her skin was red but there were no welts. Helen's body asked, no begged, for more and more, of the spinning lashes. Her hips were fucking into her toy but pushing back when they thought they could make the next blow, sting enough to stall her building, needed orgasm. She was moaning. Her knees almost buckled. She was about to cum without permission. She was ready for her first reality check.

Her body spasmed. I swung much harder, extending my arm. All nine lashes whistled through the air, wrapped around her and bit harshly into her breasts. She screamed.

"Do not cum without permission." 

Again, we went through the same scenario for another five minutes. I liked how she thought she had all this figured out. She was staying quiet as she snuck up on her orgasm. To stall her and teach her, hard and fast, I lashed her back, her stomach, her legs and across her breasts again.

Tears rolled down her face. She was in another world. She showed no pain. Her eyes were filled with lust and her body was trembling. I pushed her legs far apart. We started again.

Twice she asked, "Please let me cum."

I watched juices flow down her thighs, past her knees and almost to her ankles. I stayed quiet but let the cat teach her, her true nature. She actually leaned back to make the lashes hurt but realized she had pulled her head away from the wall. When she leaned forward it thumped heavily and jarringly back into the same spot.

The tireless, rotating, buzzing, battery toy was winning. There would be no stopping her with the whip this time. I knew the vibrating pleasure had become sensititive pain. I knew the stinging pain of the whip had become pleasure. Her wetness had puddled at her feet. I had waited for this moment. She truly wanted to please me but she cried out and her body, against her will, thrust wantonly into the rabbit. I kept the whip spinning but reached around, grasped her hand and pulled the vibrator away. My wrist directed the lashes to cut through the air with all their whistling might, fly up from the floor, between her lovely widely spread thighs and all nine lashes hit her cunt at the same time. Her climax consumed her mind, contorted her face and her hips thrust hard into nothingness toward the wall.

For the first time in her young unfulfilled but abused life, she spiraled one level into sub space. I pushed her roughly against the wall to keep her from falling and I just lashed her back, her ass and her thighs with the cat. She cried out with each stinging blow. Each lash extended her climax; extended it again and extended it still again. Both her hands spread wide to press into the wall on either side of her head. She spiraled deeper. My next blows did not bring any sound from her but her ass arched begging for the whip. I gave her what she wanted until she began to slide down the wall. I caught her. She had wet the wall with nectar from deep in her womb -- pulsing nectar that I wanted to drink from her. Her body was cold with evaporating sweat but heat radiated from deep inside her. Her belly was convulsing. I wanted my cock inside her to feel those hard sucking contractions. For tonight my timing was off.

I scooped her up in my arms, thinking she was used up, finished. When I put her into my bed, she was awake and her eyes sparkled. Her legs flared and she reached for me and kept reaching for me with her fingers wiggling for me to hurry while I stripped. She guided my cock into her soaking opening and I thrust with all my weight. We bounced together. She said, "Harder."

I gave her all my strength but after each thrust, she said, "Harder." I swear her tiny body opened and took half my body into hers. My cock felt it was in heaven. My balls tightened. She knew. Her legs wrapped around me; her ankles locked my body into hers and her hips tilted so her cervix could suck cum directly from the small mouth on the tip of my cock. I did not feel my slipperiness fill her. She was drinking it deeper into her body, than I could go.

Helen was holding me tight; her body was tense, arched but very still - on the outside. Inside - she had sucked me beyond tenderness into pain. I had to endure. I could not let this tiny creature win. My eyes only saw blackness with lightening streaks and red flashes. For an instant, I knew there was a God wanting us to touch perfection for only a second. When my body could take no more and I relaxed into unconsciousness, Helen collapsed under me.

I'm almost sure, the rest of the night actually happened. But it could have been a wild, wet, fantastic dream. In a few hours, I awoke, still buried deep in Helen's belly and tried to pull away. She held me tighter than any boa constrictor ever crushed its prey. 

"I have to go pee."

"Go ahead."

Without thought I started. I continued as I cupped her ass and lifted her tiny body to carry her to the bathroom. I kept filling her and she kept sucking my piss into her body. She was coming alive again. My cock was throbbing, rock hard and I could only get tiny spurts of out of my bladder, even though I felt full with gallons. We got the shower going and I stepped into it with her; she never let me out of her belly. Her arms were around my neck and her legs were locked around my hips. My cock hurt and throbbed and peed inside her.

"Helen, I need to cum. You are too wet and slippery inside for me."

The angel unwound from my body; stood, looked into my eyes, then turned, bent over, spread her ass cheeks and presented a perfect asshole to me. I quit breathing. I did not want to wake from this dream. I used hand lotion from the sink to squirt inside her and coat my insanity. I was struggling to be gentle. As only a true sub can do, she ordered me, "Do it, hard and fast."

I thrust; Helen cried out in real pain as I stretched her beyond her prepared limits but I couldn't care. I needed to cum and kept thrusting, driving her head into the tiled wall; the steam shower pounded into our bodies. I struggled to keep my eyes open amid all the pleasure. I had to watch the beauty of my cock slipping in and out her. Her legs spread even wider to open her cheeks. I hoped she could imagine the sight of her tight ring wrapped around my thrusting hard shaft. I felt her sphincters grab the base of my cock and her insides lick my helmet as I pulled back. My balls tightened. My eyelids closed from pure pleasure when my first rope launched in time with my deepest thrust into her bowels. Her legs tightened to hold my weight as I wrapped my arms around her trying to keep from falling onto the shower's floor. Our bodies throbbed together and we breathed together, leaning against the wall.

Helen even knelt, washed my cock and sucked the last drops of cum out of my softening shaft. In my lifetime, I had never been more pleased. We went back to bed without drying off, wrapped ourselves with each other and slept until we heard Maria running the vacuum in the living room way after my normal wake up time.

Sometimes communication is perfect without words. Helen's eyes said she was pleased with me and satisfied beyond anything that had ever happened in her life. My male spirits soared. Her body said, "Thank You" a hundred ways. My oral proclivity forced me to push the covers off both our naked bodies and forcibly open her legs so I could lick her well used, red, swollen pussy. I looked up at her and her expression said she was ready. My cock screamed, "I'm not." When I shyly looked back into the sparkling eyes housed in her tiny body, she slyly smiled back, letting me know that she accepted my need for a morning break.



On the Rebound



CHAPTER 1

Spoilt as a demanding child, Lisa Hayden-Jones, now aged twenty-five and a management graduate working in her father's business, had found a new guy and called current boyfriend Darcy Dundee with the news.

He said, "So it's goodbye Darcy?"

"No," she slurred, drunk again. "It's Dundee you're fired as my boyfriend."

She cut the call and Darcy cried "Fuck you" and only just managed to stop slamming his cell phone to the ground and smashing it with his heel.

Two women sitting close to his table in the coffee bar moved away, disgust showing on their faces as they crabbed off to a more distant table.

He reviewed the situation feeling a little shredded. Dating Lisa had lasted three months. She was okay in bed technically but all too often, especially when drunk, she talked non-stop, giving him instructions and delivering drivel about her friends and dribbling profusely, er from her mouth.

Darcy had slapped her a couple of times when she'd publicly humiliated him. As soon as he dragged her outside he'd pulled up her skirt and slapped her ass and on both occasions she'd said she was calling the police. He'd told her to go ahead but like most bullies she was also cowardly.

Good riddance Lisa Hayden-Jones your immature bitch he sighed, aware he occasionally teamed up with a dud girlfriend. He might have better success dating guys.

He shuddered.

When the young architect arrived home that evening, Janice his mom said, "Lisa called and wants her friendship ring back. Have you two quarreled?"

"No mom she didn't give me the opportunity and if she pesters you again for the ring, tell her to get fucked."

"Darcy!"

His dad who was watching the TV news laughed and Darcy said, "Sorry mom but I just wished to make sure you remembered what to tell her should she call again."

"How could I forget," his mom gritted.

The 29-year old went off to shower and change before dinner.

Darcy was having coffee with his parents after dinner when the phone went and his mom went off to answer. Most calls on the house phone were for her.

"Darcy it's a female. She didn't give her name."

"Any message?"

"No you fool. She's holding, waiting to talk to you."

Darcy and his father Stan grinned. They both liked to tease Janice because they always scored a riposte. 

"Hi."

As soon as she began speaking Darcy realized it was Chanel and remembered to pronounce her name as sha-NELL.

"Well you don't sound as if you're grieving. My sister told us during dinner she'd dumped you."

"Correct Chanel," he replied and then added a little bitterly, "Are you calling to fix a date?"

"Oooh, good guess."

"What?"

She laughed and said did he not date divorcees.

"Are you sure you want to date me? Your sister could create quite a scene if she found out?"

"In all probability yes she will but so what?"

"Well in that case I'd be honored to date you. You must be longing for male company."

"Well yes and seeing you and my sister together often made me think you were pleasant and had the promise of a good date that was wasted on my sister. I heard you tell dad recently you might leave your firm for alternative work until the economy picks up and work begins flowing into architects' offices again."

"Yeah and now the idea is really beginning to appeal. I'm practically twiddling my thumbs for much at the time at the office."

Chanel said he sounded ripe for her.

That tightened Darcy's grip on the phone and make him think about her thighs.

"I've decided to tour Italy for a month. I need a travel companion. Would you accompany me? I have plenty of money and will pay all travel costs and accommodation and meals. You would be responsible for your personal expenditure."

"That sounds great, really exciting. I'd love to go back. I toured Italy one summer on a tight budget as a university student. But take the right person. Why not consider taking your mother."

"I can't entertain the thought of having sex on tour with my mother. I'll call you in a couple of days."

She cut the call without saying goodnight.

Rude bitch," Darcy thought, but nothing like her sister. Jesus she was brazen enough to admit behind the offer was a desire for sex and she was prepared to pay for it, expensively.

Chanel called three nights later and Darcy said he'd accept her offer. He'd made arrangements for his employment contract to be terminated and could leave for Italy as soon as she wished.

"In two weeks from today?"

He said yes.

She asked what if they found themselves no long incompatible while on tour and he said he would switch to travelling independently.

To avoid awkward family explanations, they agreed to tell everyone they would soon tour America for a month, alone, and leave in a couple of weeks.

They met for dinner a couple of days before leaving and kissed with a trace of passion when meeting and a little more passionately when leaving the restaurant and separating.

Their overnight flight left Boston early evening direct to Rome where it was due at 7:45 next morning.

When settled into business class, the 32-year-old attractive divorcee took Darcy's hand and asked, "Will you fondle me later tonight?"

"How could I refuse an offer like that?"

"Oooh, I'm so excited about this vacation. I can't think of a more desirable travel companion. I married without sufficient thought and haven't been happy even before we decided to end it."

"Well I can promise you sex and I have the ability to make you laugh and to assist in your rehabilitation as a free woman." 

"You are so kind," she smiled and leaned closer to be kissed.

In travelling Italy from mid-April, they missed the really crowded summer tourist season and returned home closely attached and looking happy.

Chanel told her family she'd met a guy whom she'd invited to join her family for dinner the following night.

Her mother said, "Omigod is it that serious?"

Chanel said yes and when Lisa asked what was he like, Chanel said he was charming, indeed rather ravishing and her bitch of a sister said, "I very much doubt you could meet someone like that. You've already made one huge mistake."

"Lisa that's enough of that stupid talk," said her father. "Just be nice and tell Chanel you are pleased for her."

Adopting a surly tone, Lisa said, "Chanel I trust you'll be very happy and I'm pleased for you."

When the doorbell went next evening Richard called, "Answer the door please Lisa."

"Aw why do I have to do all the work in this house," lied the brat.

Chanel, coming down the stairs, smiled in anticipation of what was about to happen at the front door.

"Christ it's you," Lisa snarled. "I warned you to stay away from me."

Darcy replied calmly, "You didn't but had you done so I would have accepted it as good advice."

"Well what do you want?"

"Chanel has invited me for dinner."

The older sister came within view of the front door and saw her sister with her mouth still hanging open.

"Oh hi darling."

"Hi Chanel. I'm afraid I've shocked Lisa and she's speechless."

"You haven't," Lisa said, struggling to regain composure. "I can't believe Chanel would take you on the rebound as a dinner date."

There was no reply and she glanced at the black bag he was carrying and stalked off.

"Lovely dress," Darcy said, as she flowed into his arms and pressed her groin against his as they kissed deeply.

"Miss sex last night?"

She giggled and said no, she'd been tired and it was almost a relief to have a night off.

They entered the family room and Lisa, very white-faced, was standing between her parents.

"Good evening Darcy," Lauren greeted. "I must say this is a surprise. Lisa says Chanel caught you on the rebound."

"Well if she did it wasn't an indiscriminate act because Chanel told me she'd known me for a little while and had noticed my potential was not being exploited."

Lisa yelled, "What the hell does that mean?

Richard told her to calm and said this new situation had been quite a shock to them all. "However I can see how Chanel would have taken advantage of the situation, being virtually without exposure to other young men since arriving home."

But during pre-dinner drinks, the inquisitive Lauren asked how long had they been together.

Smiling, Darcy said, "We have just returned from a month together touring Italy from Rome north."

Lisa and her parents looked rather startled and Lisa said, "But that must have been just after I broke up with Darcy?"

"Correct," her sister smiled sweetly.

The not-so-sweet sister snapped, "Who made the first move?"

Chanel said, "Actually that's a private matter but I am happy to say I did."

As if announcing approval, Richard said, "You two must have had a magnificent time. You deserved such a break after your two years of stress Chanel."

Darcy retrieved the bag and handed it to Chanel who told her family, "I come bearing gifts."

Her mother unwrapped two gorgeous silver photo frames. Lauren cried, "Oh these are just beautiful." Her second gift was an exquisite finely crocheted wrap that sent her into raptures.

Chanel handed a small box to Lisa, who said she really don't require a gift.

"Accept it Lisa. I spent much more on you to buy off your resentment. I want us to remain a family."

"Ha, you mean to blind me to your treachery."

"That's nonsense Lisa and you know it," growled her father.

Lisa ripped off the wrapping and opened the black velvet covered box and she gasped, looking down at a gold bracelet. She clipped it on and held out her arm to show her sister and said, "Oh it's so beautiful on me Chanel. I shall treasure it always."

Richard was given Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses and D&B cufflinks.

"Have you returned to your work Darcy?" Lauren asked as if expecting to be surprised and she wasn't disappointed.

"No Chanel and I need to test our compatibility and commitment to each other in the real world. We have decided we meet tomorrow and begin to look for an apartment to rent and we also look for a suitable location to establish a business that we propose calling Home Expansion, Specialists in Quality Home Additions & Extensions."

"Oh my goodness," Lauren said. "That sounds impressive."

"Yes. Chanel will be responsible for admin, new business and décor and I will produce plans for the new designs and let contracts and supervise all work."

"You may have to remain small in order to really succeed to gain a top of market position and reputation," Richard offered.

Lisa muttered 'bloody hell' and left the room.

Chanel told her parents, "Darcy is aware of that and in his experience clients wanting a new house want it built tomorrow whereas clients who have mulled over extending a living room or kitchen or adding en suites or an office, are prepared to wait somewhat longer to secure their choice of designer or builder."

"Um mom, Lisa doesn't appear happy. Is she well?"

"I think so. Her latest beau dumped her two evenings ago. That was quite a shock for Lisa. She's not used to being treated like that."

Father and mother exchanged glances as did Chanel and Darcy.

Chanel and Darcy inspected four apartments next day and rejected three and that left them interested in the newest of the apartment buildings, with a great basement pool and gym and everything looked so clean. But they decided not to rush their decision.

Darcy was keen to be back in work and so they began looking for suitable commercial premises. That was a tougher search. They both knew that a prestigious business needed to be located in a good neighborhood in impressive premises.

Chanel became despondent and asked, "I'm losing my confidence in this project that initially appeared so promising. Your information pointed to the fact that even people with money in these times were tending to stay put and improve their living environment rather that have a new house built and face delays and uncertainties over prices and supplies."

"And that remains the position and will remain so even when the national economy begins to pick up again. People are more aware these days about the issues they face in moving from their familiar neighborhood. The premises we require exists... we just have to find them and not compromise. You are good at instant appraisals about things whereas my strength is considering the bigger picture. We make a good team."

They were living in a hotel. Darcy could see Chanel appeared less than convinced by his attempted confidence boost and said, "Let's go back to the hotel."

"And do what? We are better keeping on looking."

"I feel like sex."

She looked at him and then looked at her watch and said, "We haven't had afternoon sex since we were in Italy. God you were at me every couple of hours if we could fit it into our schedule."

"We always have managed to fit it in."

Chanel caught his stupid expression and laughed.

She hooked into him arm and said, "God Lisa missed out big on you."

Darcy accepted that as a huge compliment and wondered if Chanel was aware that she'd now learnt to move her ass in bed almost as well as her fuck-focused younger sister.

"Are you and Lisa speaking yet?"

"Yes we've had a few phone conversations and she wants to take me to lunch on Friday. But no way will I give or even lend her money."

"She might wish to apologize for being such a bitch when she found out about us."

"My sister Lisa? You have to be joking."

Back in their suite, Chanel said, "I haven't been fucked on a sofa since we were in Italy."

Darcy helped her undress and said, "How thoughtless of me."

He kicked off his pants and threw off his top and removed his shoes and then his underpants.

"It looks bigger than it did when we arrived in Italy."

He laughed and said perhaps it was because of her use and abuse of it.

She grabbed his erection and said, "Me abuse my best little friend, I don't think so."

Darcy carried her from the bedroom to the sofa.

"Oooh it's almost up me from behind already."

"Yeah will it enjoys where it can go."

She hesitated and said, "Would you also like to try me anally? I experienced that sometimes at college."

Darcy thought about that and said they should tie that to a special occasion.

"Like what? Oh you mean your birthday. Yes that's worth a big bang."

They giggled like naughty kids and kissed deeply while he fingered to prime her.

"I'm ready," she whispered and climbed on to her knees to lean over the arms of the sofa.

Darcy spread her knees farther apart and leaving his outer foot on the floor for greater leverage, he dropped a knee over her far knee and aimed for the dripping hairless pussy, noting on the way in the tiny anus bud. He wondered would it stretch wide enough? Oh yeah, she'd mentioned having anal at college and he grinned thinking thereafter the guys might have referred to her as Anal Chanel to indicate she offered both channels. Guys could be like that. Actually the offer had surprised him. Her younger sister almost preferred anal but he'd not thought of Chanel as being that permissive.

Plugging away Darcy looked down on to her smooth, arched back and his dick seemed to thicken. He'd been with better-looking women, her sister for example, but none had such a near perfect body as Miss Chanel Hayden-Jones, formerly known as Mrs Chanel Prime.

Her reached under and grabbed one of her swinging tits and heard her hiss, a sure sign she was not far off the boil. 

He squeezed.

She yelled, "Pull my hair back hard."

Darcy did that and she moaned into a series of gentle jolts of a prolonged series of releases.

He was about to come and he fell forward on to her back and held her shoulders as she slumped forward and he gave three extra big heaves as he pumped into his condom inside her.

"Omigod, that was so beautiful," she said. "Let me up, I must go for a pee."

He pulled out with a disgusting sounding plop and padded off to make coffee.

Elbows resting on the table, hands cupping her jaw, Chanel starred at Darcy.

"What?"

"You are really great at fucking."

He blushed and said that was only because she held up her end, er she gave as good as she got and provided the incentive to deliver his best.

"Oooh."

Darcy said, "I need to switch the subject."

"Okay."

"Lorraine called me this morning and I forgot to tell you. She's found a property that might suit us in Fenway and will meet us there at 6:00 this evening."

"Well that time is okay but I would have appreciated being told earlier but why Fenway/Kenmore? We had preferred Dorchester?"

Darcy said that the real estate agent had said it was worth taking a look. Chanel was putting up the money and so it was her decision of course.

"Well I'll be the initial stakeholder but as the company begins turning in a profit my financial outlay will be progressively reduce and that means no compromise on the decision-making, even at the outset. We are going into this as 50-50 partners. You should regard my capital input just as you would a bank loan."

Darcy had no idea how much money had come away with from the divorce from her husband who was a property developer. He hadn't asked and she hadn't offered the information and he thought perhaps it was better that he didn't know, although he was curious.

They met Lorraine at the two level corner building. It was a liquor shop with the windows covered with a huge sign, 'Closing Down Sale, Final Days.'

"Their last trading day is this Friday," Lorraine said. "The couple who operate the business are retiring and have been unable to sell the business and so wish to sell the lease that has two years to run."

She gave Chanel and Darcy a run down on the state of the structure, the renting, what were the permitted uses of the building in that zone and the asking price for the lease. She then gave them a report on traffic flows, access from main traffic flows that included the turnpike plus the council proposed changes to zonings and brief low-down on the neighborhood generally.

"It all looks pretty good for your proposed type of business," said the motherly woman who'd been working in commercial real estate in the district for twenty-two years.

They went in and met the business owners and found that the upper level was used for storage.

"But it could be used as part of your business or even converted into two apartments and leased out. All three adjoining business owners have living accommodation above their premises," said Mrs Lucas.

Mr Lucas said, "Come up and take a look around. We have sold most of the stock that was being stored up there."

Later at dinner, Chanel said, "The truth now. What do you really think?"

The waiter filled their drained red wine glasses.

Darcy said he would warn what he had to say was quite a variation on their intended plans and she might think it was all becoming too hard.

"Then why even think it?"

"Because that's how I am. If you wanted just a loving sex machine you should have looked for a guy who can't keep his dick in his pants."

"Oh god, no thanks," she giggled. "Tell me what you really think."

Darcy told her.

Her biggest reaction was to turn slightly pale.

By next morning Chanel had accepted the quite radical change of plans and called Lorraine and briefed her to negotiate a deal. To complete, the building owners would have to agree to give a 10-year lease extension.

"I doubt if they would agree to that."

Chanel ignored that and said as well they would require the owner's consent to having the second-level south-facing wall architecturally designed to become substantially a wall of darkened glass with two large skylights installed on both sides of the simple pitched roof.

"Owners get edgy about any structural changes to their buildings."

"Well request a provision be inserted in the agreement that the owners may seek independent architectural opinion on proposed structural changes as to their structural soundness and whether or not those changes will add commercial value in the reletting of that space when eventually vacated, with fees for that professional assessment report to be paid by the new occupants."




On the Rebound



"Hmmm, well if the Winstone Equity Trust is keen to have part of its property improved without costs to it then perhaps your proposals will be accepted."

Darcy suggested moving to a cheaper hotel because if the deal finalized it would take several months before renovations were designed, approved and completed and their new business with their home above it could be launched.

"No," Chanel said. "We are comfortable here with plenty of room to work on business planning. Let's go somewhere for a few days while we await the trust's decision."

"Where?"

"I've never been to Vermont."

"Okay."

She laughed and said god he was so agreeable. 

"That's why I like living with you. We have tiffs, not fights, and we have rather a robust way of making up, and that usually occurs without much of a gap. I know we will be very harmonious working together in business."

"Don't expect me to like color combinations I don't accept."

"I believe I've prepared myself for that," she giggled. "Shall we leave in the morning?"

CHAPTER 2

There had been so much to do, right down to printing of business cards but Chanel had employed a small marketing firm comprising a switched-on marketing consultant Mrs Armstrong who had two young assistants, to do the promotion, legwork and attend to menial matters.

They decided not to buy cars or even one car because there was a vehicle hire business across the street from them and they entered a preferred customer deal with Lenny. Whenever they wanted a car they had only to make a call and he'd have it delivered to the door within minutes. At other times they used cabs.

Chanel loved their upstairs home. Instead of using the curtain glass wall as part of the living room, it became part of their bedroom and the front end of the dressing room led into a bathroom with a huge Jacuzzi at the far end against the glass wall. It was installed with very efficient steam extraction, room heating and sound system with earphones for use when the bubbles were being used at full blast. It was divided from the dressing area by a sliding glass door. She spent a lot of time in the spa and on most nights Darcy would join her, arriving with sparkling wine, and they would watch TV news on the wall-mounted screen with forced-air downdraft protecting it from steam and moisture.

"I'm living my fantasy," Chanel often reminded herself vocally, slipping into slightly scented water to watch a women's chat show or a wildlife documentary on TV. But as their business volume picked up she had less time to spend lounging around.

Within three weeks of the business opening, Darcy said he needed to hire a draftsman.

"That's fine," Chanel said, "I expect to require office assistance when my end of the business gets going."

They had shorted the name of the business.

DC Interior Design's first clients were very local, the parents of Darcy and Chanel's accountant. They lived in an aged ground floor apartment and Mrs Mapp wanted a new kitchen and her husband wanted the laundry made smaller and the recovered area to be closed off and to become an alcove in the main bedroom that he wanted fitted out as an office. Although a retired attorney, he still did work from clients who'd been with him for many years.

Once that work was underway Darcy received spin-off work from two other occupants in that apartment block who wanted structurally minor changes made to their apartment layouts.

Darcy's fourth client called him from an advertisement Chanel had placed in a magazine. The woman's voice had been low and sexy and he agreed to make a house call. Because of the way she'd spoken on the phone, it almost wasn't a surprise to find her wearing only panties, stockings and bra when she answered the door. She smiled sweetly and said, "Oh you have arrived earlier than anticipated."

Oh yeah? He was almost fifteen minutes late. Well there was no way he'd fill that pussy. He'd warned Chanel this might happen and she'd just smiled and said, "Well you are in business, do what's necessary to secure contracts. Just remember who your real lover is."

"You're one of the news readers on TV," he said in surprise. "I didn't make the connection when you said on the phone you were Leslie Howard."

"That's correct. I must go and grab a robe."

"Don't bother unnecessarily."

"Are you sure?"

He didn't answer and waited to be shown what she wanted.

Leslie took to him to an extension to her ground floor apartment.

"I had this conservatory added four-years ago but did it on the cheap. I want it removed and replaced with a more elegant conservatory of similar dimensions. The in ground spa pool goes and I want under floor heating. I am permitted by the owners to have this extension provided it is completely dismountable and can be attached without undue damage to the main building that must be made good at my expense. You will notice other residents have used their rear space for gardens."

They sat at the breakfast bar and discussed ideas.

Twice Leslie lifted an arm to scratch it and the breast movement caught Darcy's eye and he noticed her sly smile.

She made coffee and he made sketched and she chose one and gave him $1500 to produce draft drawings and a computerized sketch. She gave him the plans of the existing structure and that provided him with the dimensions.

Darcy left her without being mauled with her still without a robe.

Chanel greeted Darcy's return excitedly. She'd had two spinster sisters call, saying they'd noticed the signage.

"I'm going to their home in JP (Jamaica Plain) for lunch at 1:00. They intend employing me as a consultant to have their entire single-level home redecorated and with some refurnishing. The budget must be within $30,000."

"Wow you could provide great renovations with that amount of money. What is the condition of the house? Be careful of plumbing and drainage changes."

"No it's not that complicated. Katie says their neighbor is a builder and he says the condition of the structure is sound. Nancy says their décor is drab and out-of-date. Oh god I'm so excited. We must engage a receptionist so we can both be out at the same time."

"Well you're in charge of admin. Get the resources you need."

Darcy thought yeah, well if they had a receptionist he'd be free to go back and fuck Leslie. She'd been hanging out for it.

It was a quiet afternoon, only two calls that were tentative enquiries but at least it showed Nina Armstrong's marketing efforts on their behalf were bearing fruit. God bearing fruit was one of his gran's expressions. He'd not used it in years.

He worked on his computerized design on the conservatory, making it square rather and oblong like the existing one because the client with very mobile tits wish to entertain up to eight people at lunch and sometimes at evenings in summer. He intended suggesting a round table with a revolving large center set flush to the outer surface with a raised center stand for a floral arrangement so that would revolve as well.

The client who unfortunately also had a wide butt, had not said anything about the roof structure, he assumed she would be expecting it to be aluminum sections wide enough to carry the weight of the glazing, a design like everyone else had. He added a second designed featuring painted corner posts supporting oak roof trusses to support to solar controlled glazing.

He grinned, knowing if he had the money as a client he'd go for the non-conventional design.

Late next morning he emailed the two designs to Leslie, expecting the on-heat slut, er news reader currently without attentive male company, to contact him for a face-to-face discussion. Well she could be no way would he ram her knowing he was committed to a woman he was quite sure he was beginning to love.

Leslie called and surprisingly had made her decision.

"I want the oak beams and support framing. The estimated cost takes my breath away a bit but this designs looks like a design made for me, not aping the style of aluminum and poly carbonate glazing conservatories that are a dime a dozen."

"Yeah will oak doesn't come cheaply."

"I know but thanks to your sketch I can visualize the structure and know that oak would have a more distinctive and warmer look than South American hardwood."

Darcy was relieved she wasn't out to ask him to call to explain the plan in detail to give her the opportunity of squeezing him between her thighs to fill her throbbing pussy.

"It's two hours before I need to push off to the studio. Come over for coffee."

"Yeah well okay."

Too late. She'd sprung the trap and induced him to accept without thinking. Well perhaps he was overly suspicious. She could just be lonely and in need of verbal interaction.

What kind of interaction?

He sighed and thought he was stupid to accept the offer. Going to her lair, er her apartment, meant the control of the situation flowed to her because he'd weakened to become cunt-focused.

Chanel was on the phone and so he left a note saying back in two hours.

On the cab ride over to Leslie, Darcy worked to build his mental immunization to stray pussy. But before he arrived at the apartment he became aware he was under some kind of viral attack. He kept seeing tits and thighs pressing against skirts and one woman getting out of her VW Eos exposed to his gaze a huge among of bare thigh between her stocking stops and canary yellow panties.

This was unbelievable but not matter what he was seeing, his mind was out of the equation. He'd already instructed it not to be tempted by pussy or any willful actions by his client. The afternoon agenda was limited to coffee and discussion; nothing else. 

Absolutely.

He wondered what she'd be like to fuck.

Darcy!

Gee he really was thinking like a jerk.

Leslie greeted him at the door wearing a knitted dress that finished at about where her groin ended. But dammit she was wearing colored thick tights.

She kissed him and as they broke his said she had great tits.

She raised an eyebrow but looked at him rather coldly and didn't reply.

Leslie stood aside to allow him to enter and Darcy saw a much older woman standing in the lobby.

"Young man you are awfully crude and you have not right to speak to my daughter like that. My goodness Leslie has been married for less than six months and here you are testing her wedding vows."

"Married?" Darcy gasped.

"Yes and you must be aware most women my age are married. Mom this is my architect Darcy Williams."

"Are you married Mr Williams?"

"No ma'am."

"Well then I can understand why you might flirt, particularly when you weren't aware Leslie has a husband. However I do think you shouldn't make such a personal remark to any woman and to call breasts tits is disgusting."

"I hear what you say ma'am."

"You surprise me young man. I was under the impression architects were like accountants and IRS officials... conservative.

"Coffee Darcy?" asked Leslie, effectively ending the inquisition.

Darcy followed the mother to the breakfast bar where the two women must have been discussing the replacement structure.

Leslie was following Darcy and as she diverted to go into the kitchen she whacked him heavily on the butt and made him jump and almost crash into her mother.

She served coffee and came around and sat beside him, pressing a hand into his thigh and she pushed a tit against his arm and held it there. She was right up against him whereas there was a 12 in. gap between her mother and him. What was Leslie up to... as if he didn't know?

Leslie learned forward to point to features on the A3 size plan and her mother then moved in much closer to Darcy. He would have accepted that both women needed to become more closely seated but then noticed right-handed Leslie was pointing to something on the plan using her left arm because the other hand was stroking his dick and exciting it.

Jesus.

Darcy sweated thinking the room was pretty quiet. If Leslie, working her hand under the overhanging countertop, unzipped him the zipper noise would sound as loud as a screech.

She didn't reach for the zip.

He drank his coffee, answered Leslie questions about weather-tightness, snow loading, ventilation and whether the structure could be successfully relocated at a later date.

He then said goodbye to the women and practically fled.

Leslie called him half an hour later.

"I'm sorry, mom arrived just after I called you and I struggled to try to get her away and was almost pushing her to the door when you pressed the buzzer."

"It's okay."

"But she embarrassed you."

"Well I deserved it."

She laughed and said at least she knew he admired her breasts.

Darcy choked and said, "Leslie I live with my business partner."

For a moment he thought that would end it. But no. She said, "Well are you on for adultery or not?"

"Um not."

She sighed and said he disappointed her but could he call with a contract to sign because she wanted him to provide working drawings and get all the approvals and hire a builder.

He sighed happily, thinking this was much more personalized and petty interaction with clients that he'd experienced working on major projects. Did he like it? Well he did like working with people. Perhaps if he filtered out all thoughts of sex with the prettier clients he might lessen the stress?

Chanel had called the Edwards sisters and had arranged to explain her interior design proposals over lunch on Sunday.

"Katie invited me to bring you for lunch and I said I'd try to arrange that. Will you go?"

Darcy was conscious of his earlier adulterous thoughts about Leslie and rather than say a guilty yes he'd go, he smiled and looked at Chanel's breasts and said yes it would be a please to involve himself to a small degree with her work.

"Oh how charming," she smiled. "Are you aware you sometimes talk to my breasts rather than me?"

Huh?

He laughed to cover his embarrassment, well-knowing what she meant.

On Sunday Darcy came out of the dressing room wearing a snappy gray suit and an Hawaiian shirt of dazzling red, blue, green and yellow floral design.

"Oh god, go back and replaced that Boys Own monstrosity with a white shirt and tie. The girls won't be expecting you to wear a suit without a tie.

"I bet the port-sipping, cucumber scoffing old ducks will have been to Hawaii a couple of times and will admire my taste."

Eying him in the make-up mirror, Chanel said dryly she'd bet his mother and his kindergarten teachers would have had many difficult encounters with him.

"That's pretty heavy kite-flying," he countered. "Rather than fictionalize, would you like to meet my parents and ask them?"

"Yes."

Darcy said carefully, "Until now you haven't mentioned you were interested to meet my parents?"

"Well we are living together and they will be curious about me."

"But why now?"

"Because until now you haven't invited me to meet them."

"Oh."

They left the bedroom happily, Darcy having said the old girls would think she looked like a princess and being accompanied by a clown.

The sisters who appeared to be in their mid-sixties opened the front door and surprised Darcy. They both wore modern-style suits and mid-calf boots instead of granny-print dresses almost to their ankles and wore full make-up.

Katie was the lively one and kissed Chanel and said, "Welcome darling. My god she looks like a princess doesn't she Nancy?"

"Indeed she does and take a look at her Prince Charming will you, dressed like a Hawaiian millionaire."

That set the tone and Darcy occasionally glanced at Chanel and caught her smiling at him and he teased and provoked their hosts in light banter.

Instead of port everyone drank a highly potent Martini.

After they finished lunch, Darcy said mildly, "I wonder if one of you could call your builder and let me talk to him?"

"Yes of course," Nancy said. "Come through to the kitchen. Kevin is our nearest neighbor."

When Nancy returned her sister asked what was that about? Nancy said she had no idea and they looked at Chanel who shrugged and said Darcy had said nothing to her.

They were in the living room when Darcy returned and he said, "This is a very large area. Was it always open to the dining room and the TV area?"

"No," Katie smiled. The dinning and TV rooms were separate rooms. We had Kevin remove the walls facing here to open everything up, to make our home appear more modern inside."

"It certainly has done that."

The front doorbell went.

"That will be Kevin who is bringing a pair of overalls for me. We need to go into the enclosure above the ceiling to take a look."

"Is there a problem?" Katie asked, looking worried.

"Hopefully just a small one," he smiled.

"Tell them," Chanel urged.

"We'll know within fifteen or so minutes. There is no sense worrying over something that might not be much of a problem."

He left for the kitchen with Kevin to put on the overalls and the two women returned to Chanel looking greatly worried.

"I think he must have noticed a deflection in the roofline when approaching the house," Chanel said. "I saw him examining the ceiling and he showed no concern. Had it been something bad I think the ceiling would have been showing cracking."

"Well it's reassuring to be told that," Katie said, looking reassured. Nancy still looked very worried.

The men arrived into the living room smiling.

"No real problem," Kevin said, showing yellow teeth. "The ridge beam, that heavy piece of lumber that supports the rafters of your gabled roof, has not supported the extra span although the calculations I had done indicated it would with sufficient margin to spare. Perhaps there is a slight weakness in that beam at that spot where there has been some deflection, probably due to the weight of heavy snow earlier this year. I accept responsibility and will pay for the remedial work that will require two RSJ sections of steel welded together to form a 'T' shape that will lie flat. That will distribute the weight of two new support poles for the ridge beam after it is carefully jacked up till it is returned to its originally level."

"That's correct," Darcy said. "I'll do the design of the steel sections based on appropriate calculations and will be here to supervise the jacking and I'll check the level by laser. Nothing too it really and the work and material will not be particular costly. Kevin and I intend working closely together when I need quotes for jobs I get in this district, and because of that there will be no charge for my work on this little job."

The ladies were delighted, Chanel looked pleased and Katie said, "You boys could do with a beer, and hurried to the kitchen.

When they were driving home in the rented car, Chanel said, "That Kevin is a rogue. When approaching that house every day he must have noticed the deflection if you could."

"Well that's just it. If he saw it each day he'd see no change because any change wouldn't be sudden and his eye would tell his brain everything looked normal, well theoretically anyway. But Kevin is fifty-three and no longer has sharp eyesight, Further, I noticed the deflection because I've been trained to look for that sort of thing. Are you aware houses on piles can sink slightly at one end, both ends or just around the middle because no soil testing was done before all the piles were set at exactly the same height without regard to soil composition and bearing capacity?"

"Omigod, it sounds as complicated as the drop in the length of drapes."

"Eh?" 

* * *

Darcy hired a car at Philadelphia Airport and as they drove off Chanel said, "Why are you being so secretive about your parents?"

He smiled and said, "I didn't want my parents to be a disappointment to you compared with how I found your parents and also the act of discovery is a fine experience."




On the Rebound



"I see. Are they institutionalized or in a retirement home?"

He just smiled and said she had to make the discovery herself.

"You can be so damn frustrating at times."

"Yeah and I'm also not interesting?"

She sighed and hooked an arm into his. 

"I could never say that. You won't even ask how much money I have and that's frustrated me no end."

"Providing you have sufficient to last out till we are making enough profit to support us I have no interest."

"My assets come close to $4 million."

"Holy fuck!"

"Darcy!"

He apologized and she giggled.

"So you wish to be told about my parents?"

"No I wish to experience the emotional act of discovery."

"Gee," he smiled, glancing at her face. You sound as if you are a romantic."

They drove into a small city and passing City Hall, Chanel noticed a sign that stated Mayor Williams.

"Is Williams the mayor as relative of yours?"

"Yeah but I can't tell you because you are in discovery mode."

"I bet it's your father."

"Stop trying to worm detail from me. Just discover."

They drove up to a very attractive and quite modest home with a huge and beautifully maintained garden.

"This looks lovely."

"Yeah."

The fifty-something parents arrived on to the front porch waving.

"Well they obviously are not institutionalized," Darcy said. "That is your first discovery."

Chanel made her second discovery when they were sitting in the sunroom and asked, "What work are you in Mr Williams?"

"I'm a house-husband and have been since retiring as a school principal four years ago."

"Oh and do you like it?"

"It keeps me out of mischief. I became fed-up with unruly young teachers who worked to control the minds of youngsters rather than be dedicated to opening the minds of youngsters."

"Oooh. And you Mrs Williams?"

"Oh I enjoy having a busy life and working hard."

"Miriam is this city's top attorney and has been mayor of this city for four years," said her husband proudly.

Chanel gaped at Miriam and then at the smirking son.

"What an exciting discovery for me to find Darcy has such interesting parents."

"Interesting," said Norman. "We are nothing out of the ordinary."

"Actually that's quite true," Miriam said. "Titles mean nothing. Tell me about your family dear. I bet judging by you they'll be exciting."

"Well one certainly is. My younger sister is very promiscuous."

"Oooh. Tell me more."

"When they headed back to the airport next afternoon in light Sunday traffic, Darcy said, "You got along very well with mom. She seemed fascinated by you."

"Yes and we had so much to talk about. I think your parents are lovely."

"I bet she was looking at you and thinking grandchildren."

Patting down her hair, Chanel looked out of her side window and said, "I really have no idea what you are talking about."

Rather than challenge her, Darcy just grinned.

Two days later, Darcy and Chanel were asked to a meeting at the offices of the McKenzie Property Investment Trust. They briefed their new office lady to lock up at 5:00 because they'd not be back till late.

At the trust office Downtown they met the CEO and his sales and marketing director and maintenance manager.

"We wish to renovate one of our apartment buildings, the Eclipse on Columbus Avenue. Do you know it?"

"That third picture from the left," Darcy said, pointing to wall to his right.

The captions were too far away to read.

The CEO nodded and said they would like Darcy to do an appraisal and present a report on suggested upgrades. They would not be required to supervise the work on the fifty-nine apartments. The trust wanted a better looking building with upgraded accommodation so it could lift rentals to make that investment in that building more profitable.

"Darcy said, "A quite appraisal would cost you ten grand, a comprehensive appraisal right down to décor schemes and exterior architectural changes, would cost you $35,000, cash up front."

The maintenance and services general manager said 35 thou was a bit pricey.

"That would include plans and specifications for overall refurbishment and for groups of identical apartments."

The CEO said it was usual to pay on completion of work.

Chanel said, "In that case, we'd want one-third payment to start, one-third payment after three weeks and final payment on six weeks with production of final plans and specifications and any other work required after than would be charged out at $250/hr." 

The CEO said they were in a hurry. 

Ten minutes later after more discussion he settled for an immediate payment of $35,000 with all work to be completed within 30 days, with a penalty payment by the consultants of $1000/day for each day they took to complete after 30 days.

Darcy and Chanel left with the check, a simple contract signed and plans and specifications of the building. The contract period would begin next day. They went with the maintenance manager and made a thorough inspection of the building and environs.

Chanel said to the manager, "What do you think needs done to improve this establishment Ryan?

"No one ever asks for my opinion," he said, appearing nonplussed.

"You are responsible for the maintenance Ryan. It's only right we should consult you as you are deeply involved," Chanel said softly and Ryan glanced at her as if with deep respect. 

"During the next couple of hours, Ryan spoke to them practically non-stop. He then took them back to their home/office building and being asked in for a drink, admired what he saw, especially their living accommodation.

"You guys are just perfect for us," he said as he was leaving. "Don't mention I told you this but we have five other buildings due for makeovers."

Darcy followed Chanel up the stairs applying horse-bites to the back of her thighs, making her giggle wildly.

They cracked open a bottle of champagne and after a couple of sips he said, "Show me your tits."

"Darcy for heaven's sake, you know I need to be worked up before I'd do that."

"We'll finish this contract inside of two weeks."

"Omigod," she said, highly excited. "If we do we'll make a killing."

She pulled down her top a bra and out popped her very firm and pink-tipped tits.

Chanel watched wide-eyed as Darcy poured champagne on them and licked up most of the running fluid. He'd not done that to her since the time they spent half their time in Italy having sex or recovering from their excesses.

"Hold on," she said, highly aroused. "I'll pull over my panties and you can champagne my cunt."

Boy she must be aroused to use that word, thought Darcy, who had to unbend his rising erection under his pants.

Five minutes later they were fucking as if afraid there would be no tomorrow.

Late that night after a three-hour sleep, Darcy went downstairs, scanned the architect's drawings of the four level building that also had underground parking.

He rendered the walls a light green, placed small principally decorative front sloping and semi-rounded solid canopies colored dark green above all windows including the slot widows lighting the stairwell, colored a 12 in deep dark green band around edge of the building above the flat roof and added a revolving neon sign on the roof of just one word, 'Eclipse'. He then attached a canopy over the main entrance (Ryan said many apartment occupiers had requested that provision over the years) and drew in new paving for vehicles turning out from under the canopy and looping back. Inside that loop he added a rotunda to be used for reading or picnics or as an alternative to one of the public lounges to meet up with people.

Chanel arrived down just before 2 am and inspected what he'd done.

"Omigod, the building had performed a Cinderella act," she enthused. "I like it." 

He accepted the offer of eggs on toast plus coffee.

By the time she'd arrived with that, Darcy had scanned each floor and had colored in the identically designed groups.

Chanel thought that was wonderful, even more so when he said he would do the profile of each group of apartments to her requirements to show the client.

"This CAD program will allow me to produce a film strip showing the model for each group and then the small changes you made to give each apartment in a group some individuality."

"That's simply wonderful. Come over to the sofa and eat."

"Usually I'm the only one who eats when we are on a sofa," he leered. She laughed and said he was disgusting.

They returned to trust administration in twenty-nine days with the project completed but had spent considerable time working on other projects including on supervision during that period. They had included full estimates of costs for every aspect of the refurbishment program that included new drapes and carpeting and remedial work on tiling. Trust management required so few changes that Darcy and Chanel said the changes would be made without charge.

Darcy and Chanel had a few drinks with the team and as they were leaving the CEO said, "Our next apartment requiring upgraded refurbishment is Castle Towers which has 118 apartments. We'll call you in a month or two about working on that project with us." 

The TV reader Leslie Howard called Darcy to inspect the finished conservatory and stay for lunch.

"Should I bring my partner?"

"I don't think so. My husband is out of town and my mother is going to an afternoon concert."

"I don't understand?"

Leslie sighed. "You evasive asshole; I want an hour in bed with you."

She cut the call.

Darcy rang the doorbell at 11:30 and Leslie greeted him, wearing only panties.

He kissed both tits and then kissed her.

"That's better," she said. "I'd come to believe you had ice water flowing through your veins."

The finished job looked excellent.

"I worried that the thickness of the oak lumber might be too intrusive, but it looks just right and perfectly balanced. Some people have already commented very favorably on the design. You are a genius. Come to bed."

She led him into the bedroom and pushed her now bared pussy into Darcy's face as he bent to remove his pants and socks. That was a brilliant move because he was now more than interested.

He sniffed her pussy and then grabbed her tits and growled, "Let me at these tits."

"Omigod, omigod," she squealed and began panting and puffing and said she knew he'd be a great fuck.

"We've got some ways to go before we're fucking, he said, pulling her around to line up a sixty-nine.

She had a very mobile mouth and it appeared a very long tongue. 

Later he pushed into an oozing pussy. She made sure she pressed so it was tight for him and pulled his head down and snaked her tongue into his mouth, making Darcy think it was women like Leslie who really made adultery worthwhile.

"God your balls are big," she said, exploring with a hand.

Oh shit. Now that was close. He breathed easier, having come close to premature ejaculation but things had calmed a little.

"Dig a finger into my butt if you wish."

Darcy survived yet another provocation but finally came hugely when Leslie jabbed a dry thumb up his butt.

When he lay back panting, watching Leslie licking cum from her tits, he thought hey you creep, hadn't you decided three weeks ago to be a good boy and not fuck Leslie?

Yeah what a creep.

CHAPTER 3

Three months later Darcy had two draftsmen working with him and was sharing an office assistant with Chanel and Chanel had a fulltime experienced interior designer working with her.

Business was booming and they no longer supervised work by builders and tradespeople and that eliminated the complications of sorting out people who had difficulty working together and blamed one another for mess-ups. This allowed the partners and staff at to work fulltime on consultancy and design and largely avoid becoming involved in disputes. Their rewritten contracts left the consultants/designers responsible only for their own work.

On Friday evening Chanel came to the study and said, "I just took a call from Lisa. She's seeking reconciliation with us and asked if it would be okay to come for dinner tomorrow and stay the night. I said I call her back within ten minutes if it wasn't okay with you."

"Well she's going to be my sister soon," Darcy muttered and he said louder, "Yes that's okay. Let's get it over with."

"Okay but what else did you say?"

"Nothing. I was working on this calculation."

He looked up and saw Chanel looking at him pensively.

"What?"

"I heard you."

"You heard what?"

"How the hell should I know when you claim you said nothing else?"

"Jesus Chanel, you say complicated things at time. Little wonder guys have problems handling women."

She flounced out of the room saying a little bit of honesty wouldn't go amiss.

He grinned having intended to that little aside to unravel the way it did. He believed he was becoming quite expert at manipulating Chanel.

They returned home next evening from dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant and Lisa kissed her sister and Darcy and said it had been a lovely night and he was very happy everyone was onside again.

"I can be such a bitch at times."

Darcy caught Chanel's glare and refrained from agreeing with Lisa.

Darcy had just begun fingering Chanel's pussy when Lisa ghosted into their room and climbed over him to get under the sheet between them.

"What the hell?" he queried, a little aggressively.

"It's all right. Chanel told me it would be all right to join you."

"Oh did I forget to mention it darling. Sorry but you know how complicated I can be."

Darcy frowned and said, "What?"

"Until a few years ago Chanel and I used to make each other wet."

"What?" he boggled.

"Yes Darcy, all sisters do it?"

Darcy wondered what sort of bullshit was the hearing.

"You've made my cunt wet Darcy. Now do the same for Lisa."

"Are you saying we are going to have a threesome?"

"Only if that's what you want darling. Make Lisa wet and decide and then if it's not for you go to the spare room and allow Lisa and me to play."

Lisa pulled Darcy's hand on to her bald vulva.

"Oooh, Mr Wolf is at the door Grandma."

"Just watch his teeth darling. Mr Wolf loves to bite pussy."

Darcy's resistance collapsed and he shoved three dry fingers up Lisa.

"Jesus," she screamed. "That was great, I'm coming already.

Darcy rolled on to Lisa, deciding to ride into her on girl's cum.

Chanel had crawled around behind him and was now working one of his balls in her mouth.

Lisa pulled one of his supporting hands up on to a tit and she supported that shoulder. He squeezed that tit, she squealed and he began pumping, and knocked Chanel away without thinking.

She was okay and lifted her sister's legs wide and then went in low, probably to lick her sister's anus.

Darcy blew a couple wads of semen into Lisa before he asked, "Are you protected."

"Yes said Lisa."

"No," said Chanel, "not since you suggested coming off the pill almost two months ago."

"You didn't tell me."

"I was too embarrassed to tell you initially and then I forgot."

"Yeah very complicated," Darcy growled.

"Do me anally Darcy," Lisa cried. "Chanel has gotten me wet and open. Chanel come around and sit on my face and I'll get you off."

Darcy was surprised how easy he slid into Lisa. When he'd been running with her she'd been really tight.

They had a great time and for the first time Chanel took him up her butt. He wanted to switch to come in her cunt but she wouldn't allow that. Instead the sisters lay on their backs and he shot cum into their mouths. Usually Chanel just swallowed a fingertip of semen, but this time she swallowed all she collected, not by that time of night there was a lot, but Lisa then dribbled semen into Chanel's mouth and that deposit was swallowed as well.

Darcy leered at that and thought Lisa was a bad influence on her sister.

After they waved Lisa off in the morning, Darcy suspecting the two still flush-faced women had been at it again while he was working in the office, went upstairs with Chanel for breakfast.

Arm around her he asked, "What did you think of that?"

She giggled.

"Well I wanted to get back close to my sister but I hadn't really considered becoming that close again. In fact I thought a more distant friendship than what we'd had before your arrival into her life might have been all I could expect."

"So you are happy about it?"

"Well insofar as we made sexual connection because that allowed me to experience my first threesome. But just how deep and enduring has the bond between us become remains to be seen. Sex is not everything," she frowned.

Chanel slipped from Darcy's grip to enter the kitchen, leaving him thinking he agreed sex wasn't everything but it sure did involve a large chunk of one's life.

He sat at the breakfast bar and Chanel handed him a glass of juice.

Darcy held her hand. 

"The truth now, were you disappointed I exhibited no compunction about having sex with Lisa again?"

"No and I made it clear I wanted it to happen but that's it for the time being because I wish to become pregnant and take no sexual risks."

"Good thinking."

Chanel looked at him. 

"And I would appreciate you not taking risks if you have involvement with other women."

"Other women?" Darcy said defensively.

"That TV presenter, for example. She had 'I like sex' written all over her."

"Ah yes, she looked hot," he said vaguely, hoping that would end that topic.

It did. He was asked would he like a cheese and tomato omelet.

He grinned and said yummy.

"Well let's really work on you getting pregnant," he said. "They are things you can add to your diet and good timing and temperature readings can be helpful, according to what I've read."

"You don't mind me doing some of those things and taping you on the shoulder to announce now is a good time?"

"No of course not. We are in this together baby."

"Oh thanks darling. You saying that convinces me I have your full support. We should think about getting married soon. I'd feel more comfortable if baby was conceived after the marriage."

"Right then first talk to your mother. Do that as soon as you wish."

"I can do that now and have breakfast with her."

"Okay, I have an on-site meeting with a client at 9:15. Cathy made the appointment."

Darcy walked up to the expensively constructed house over in Cambridge and rang the doorbell and heard a woman say in a honeyed voice, "Coming."

He grinned.

She opened the door and he said Darcy Williams ma'am.

"Omigod look at you," she purred. "You are well-built and handsome."

Darcy thought god he really must ensure he packed condoms at all times and then looked at the almost throbbing pair of tits. At least he sensed they were almost throbbing.

Way in the distance he heard his conscience yelling, ""Hey scumbag you have a near-wife."

Darcy thought well it was time to show a bit of resolve and be loyal.

"Mrs Knight I'm prepared to be your consultant on this project providing we develop and maintain a professional client-consultant relationship at all times."

She looked a mite disappointed and said guiltily, "My dear Mr Williams I do hope you didn't mistakenly prejudge me as being a promiscuous woman?"

"Ma'am if it did that was simply me allowing my thoughts to run away on me. So we agree, just a business relationship like it's supposed to be?"

"Yes of course, and that's what I had anticipated," she said, blushing hugely.

"Um Mrs Knight?"

"Yes Mr Williams?"

"Should at any time you wish to renegotiate this morality clause in our agreement of understanding, you will consult with me?"

"Yes of course. Oh I must confide that at times I have this huge desire to have more sex than what I have been getting."

"No problem Mrs Knight. Perhaps if you sit on my hand I could be of some assistance to you in that situation."




On the Rebound



Mrs Knight sighed while Darcy had this strange thought he was free to truly love Chanel. Now he could walk tall, er subject to unmanageable temptation.

THE END



On The Rebound



Oh damn, here we go again. I don't know why I let Don talk me into this anymore. It's always the same thing. These college girls always want to go out on a first date as a double. They think that it will make them safer. What it means is that Don needs someone to go with him on a blind date about once a month. Since a blind date is the only kind I can get, I get drafted to go with him. 

Don is my best friend, and when girls aren't involved, he is a great guy. We can make music and develop plans for the future together with ease. The problem is that I am not very good looking, and I have trouble talking to girls; while Don is very handsome, and has lines that could make a gigolo blush.

Tonight was the same situation that happened most of the time. Don was going out with the blond goddess, and I was with her brown haired roommate. The poor girl wasn't unattractive, but she was overwhelmed by her friend.

My problem was that my date could not take her eyes off of Don. I couldn't even get her to go out on the dance floor unless Don was out there as well. Unfortunately, Don had connived me into driving, and I could not leave before he and blondie were ready to go. One thing was certain; I was not going to get caught going parking with them again. I had done that once, and had trouble sleeping for weeks afterward. What hurt the most was that I had had a crush on the girl for months, and had to listen to my best friend take her cherry. I was not going to do that again. 

On the plus side, I didn't know these two, hell, I wasn't even sure of their names after being with them for over 3 hours. 

Finally blondie said that they needed to get back to the dorm before curfew. They were both freshmen, and had to be back in the dorm before 1 am. 

Brown hair and I sat in the car in front of their dorm as Don kissed her roommate goodbye. 

"You know, all you have to do is wait a week or two and he'll ask you out. Don never dates a girl for more than two weeks. I'll let him know that you are interested."

"Do you really think that he would go out with me?"

"Don will date anything in a skirt, miss. All you have to do is to be patient."

Don was finally done feeling her friend up, so I let her out of the car as he walked back. 

I didn't think anything more about the girls. Blondie would go out with him on her own now, and I would not be needed. 

I forgot about them until I was reminded, that is. 

Saturday morning I was heading out of my apartment to go running. I alternated running, lifting weights, and swimming to keep in shape. On this morning, a little over a week from the date with blondie and her friend, I stepped out of the door to be confronted by blondie.

"Why didn't you warn me? Why did you just sit there and not say anything?"

"If you are referring to how Don treats women, then you would not have believed me. Why haven't any of your sorority sisters said anything to you? Don has been going through your dorm floor by floor; I figured you knew all about him by now." 

"Well no one ever told me, and now I have to watch him do it to my friend too. She is head over heels about him and nothing I say will help."

"Yeah, I know. I've seen it more times than I can count. Every girl thinks that she can change him. She has something that no one else has and can hold on to him. They are all wrong. I'm not sure that Don even likes girls; I think he just uses them. He is probably closet gay and doesn't know it."

"But he is your friend, haven't you ever said anything to him?"

"Not my problem sweetie. It's not as if he is taking girls away from me, after all."

"Don't you even care about how much pain he is causing?"

"He isn't causing any pain, you do that to yourselves. Don doesn't lie or promise anything. I heard him tell you that he was not looking for a long term commitment, and you ignored it. You beautiful girls take it the worst. You get a little of your own medicine and can't believe it could happen to you. Now if you don't mind, I need to run today."

I took off running and left her standing there with her mouth open. When I got back 5 miles later, she was gone. I still didn't know her name. 

That afternoon I was cleaning out my car, a 1969 Dodge Dart Swinger 340. I had gotten it when a cousin had not come back from 'Nam. My aunt did not want the memories around, so she sold it to me at a good price. The car was lime green with a vinyl roof and a rally stripe across the trunk. It was a fun and cheap rocket. 

I was leaning into the trunk rearranging my tools, when I heard a pleasant voice behind me inquire, "Do you really think that I am beautiful?"

Startled, I banged my head on the trunk trying to stand up and turn around at the same time.

"Oww. Damn, that hurt. What the hell do you want from me? Of course you are beautiful, but you don't need me to tell you that. You know what you look like. You've played men your whole life based upon your appearance. You just don't know how to act when someone doesn't fall at your feet. Get used to it blondie, there are a lot of beautiful women out there, and this is going to happen once in a while. Some guys are not affected by your looks and will not bow and scrape to you."

"Now I say again, what do you want from me? Are you going to keep trying to make me feel guilty for my friend's actions?"

"No, you are right; it is not your problem. Though I don't know how you can remain friends with him the way he treats you."

I sighed, "I don't know that I will for much longer. Don thinks that he is doing me a favor and that maybe one of these girls will like me. He doesn't realize that when we are together it just emphasizes how homely I am. He thinks that all I need to do is to have a little confidence and I will get my own dates. But then, he has never had to deal with rejection. I bet you never have either, huh blondie?"

"No, I haven't, and I must admit that it is not a very pleasant feeling. You are not homely Mark, I would say that plain is a better description of your looks, but that could be changed with a little work. I heard Don say that you were a freshman like me, but I know that he is a junior, how are you two friends?"

"I did a tour for Uncle and Don didn't. We were friends all through high school and played in a couple of bands together. He is about the only guy I knew back then who is still in town, so we hooked up when I got back. I need to get ready for work, so unless you have something else you want to say, goodbye."

"Wait, would you give me a ride back to the dorm? I had a friend drop me off here without even thinking of how to get back."

What in the hell was going on here? Either this girl was as ditzy as a basketball, or she had an ulterior motive. I just didn't know what that could be. "Yes, I'll give you a lift, but I have to get ready first. I work at Noble Roman's on the levy and I can drop you on the way. Would you like to come in while I change, or stay here with the car?"

She got a very satisfied expression. Okay, now I understood a little bit better. She was manipulating me and thought that she was back in control. Should I shock her, or play along to see what she had in mind? She didn't say anything, just smiled and pointed at the building. 

I led her in, and at my apartment I waved her in through the door. "You know, if you are going to keep popping up here, I ought to know your name. I am sure Don introduced you, but I wasn't paying much attention as I didn't expect to see you again."

"Okay, that explains why you kept calling me blondie. I wondered why you were being so rude; my name is Robin, Robin Howell. I know that your first name is Mark, but Don didn't mention your last name."

"Reynolds, Mark Reynolds. May I get you something to drink? I have Coke, and Old Milwaukee. Take your choice."

Robin sat down on my wood framed couch, "Coke will be fine. This is really a very nice place. Not what I would expect from a college freshman."

I handed her a coke. "Thank you, now I really have to get ready for work. You can watch TV if you want to, or listen to some music; I shouldn't be too long."

As I was stripping down in the bedroom, I heard the stereo break out with "Question" by The Moody Blues. And that was it, a question, what the hell did this girl want?

Three songs later I was refreshed and dressed in my brown shirt and pants. It was just another uniform, like so many others I had worn. 

"All right Robin, shall we go?"

She had already been in my car before, although it was the back seat last time, but she gushed over the power rumbling through the floor boards. I could see the calculating look in her eyes though; she was trying to work me. 

As I pulled up at her dorm I asked her, "Am I going to be running into you again?"

"You could be seeing a bit more of me Mark. Thank you for the ride."

Work was the normal Saturday night in a college town. We sold pizza and beer and the place was jumping. I spent a lot of my time in back preparing more supplies for the pizza line. The business during the day had been unusually brisk and the prepared items were low. 

At about 11:30 I was back out at the counter taking orders, when Robin came up. I had to put a stop to this. I pointed to the end of the counter out of the way and met her over there. "Look here Robin, this has got to stop. As a matter of pride, I do not go out with Don's castoffs. I know that you are feeling hurt and need to be wanted again, but you are barking up the wrong tree. I apologize if I have you wrong, but please quit following me. Unlike my friend, I am looking for a long term commitment, and it will not be with anyone who looks like you."

The betrayal in her eyes would haunt me for a while, but I had seen worse. My dreams were already pretty gruesome places; this wouldn't make much of a dent on them. My fun in the Far East for Uncle Sugar still dominated most of my nightmares. 

"I though that you said I was beautiful?" The pain was strong in her voice. 

"Yes, you are, and that is the problem. You have already shown yourself to be vain and shallow. Beautiful women have way too many temptations to cheat, and most do. I need someone who wants to have a stable home and take care of our children without my having to wonder where she is. You would be way too much trouble. There would always be guys flirting with you and trying to take you away from me, and at some point you would go. I don't need that kind of country western song life. If you still need confirmation of your appeal, go bat your eyes at Bill over there on the register; he'll be glad to take you out. Now I have work to do; goodbye."

So much for the idea of playing along. I left her crying with her head in her hands and went back into the back of the store. She was gone when I came back out. I wonder if she took my advice and approached Bill? He didn't say anything, so I guess not.

The manager's wife, Marsha, cornered me during cleanup. "I heard what you said to that poor girl Mark. You were very cruel to her, and you need to know that not all women are like that. How did someone so young get so disillusioned?"

"The number of 'Dear John' letters that arrived in country was amazing. Every one of the guys who got them had been showing pictures of cheerleaders and models. The guys with plain little homemakers were safe. That is how I got so cynical. This girl has been stalking me all day, and I had to put a stop to it. Being nice didn't do any good, so I had to get rude. I hope that it worked, because I don't need to have anything to do with a girl like her. All these prom queens are too spoiled to make a good wife; I need someone much more basic. All she is trying to do is to take revenge on my friend by dating, then dumping me. She has no actual interest in a lump like me."

"You are wrong Mark, but I can see that you're unlikely to change your mind. Please don't be too harsh with her if she persists. I'll try to watch out for her and keep her away when you are working. That is the best that I can do."

"Thanks Marsha, too bad you don't have a sister my age, I could be very interested in her."

Marsha laughed and left me to finish cleaning. 

Sunday afternoon I was popping popcorn, waiting for Don to come over and watch football with me. My TV was bigger than his, and his mother would not let him keep enough beer in the house to make it all the way through two games. I had a case of Old Milwaukee in the fridge just waiting for him. 

The door bell chimed, so I hollered for him to come on in. The door opened slowly, and I glanced over, only to see Robin timidly enter the room. Oh damn, what am I going to have to do to get rid of this girl?

"Robin! What in the hell are you doing here? I thought that I made it plain to you that I did not want to see you any more. You should have taken my advice and asked Bill out, he would have been thrilled." As I was saying this Don walked in through the still open door and looked at Robin in amazement. He probably thought that she was here to try and get him to take her back. I almost wished that he would. He then proceeded to say almost the same thing I had.

"Robin, what are you doing here?"

The blond looked at Don and then at me and it was obvious that she was a heartbeat away from tears. 

"Ever since you dumped her she has been stalking me Don. What the hell am I supposed to do to get rid of her?"

He looked at me with amazement then. "Why would you want to? No more dates than you go on, I would think that you would welcome the chance to be with a girl like Robin."

"I can get my own damn girl Don; I don't need your fucking leftovers. The fact that she has been with you, is enough to make sure that I never want to touch her. I just can't make her understand that. She thinks that she can manipulate me like she has all the other men in her life, until she met you. Now she needs to treat me like shit to show that she still can. I don't need this, and I'm not going to put up with it."

I was very angry by this point. I had pretty much decided that I was done hanging out with Don. My conscience would not allow me to overlook his actions any more. I had been alone for a long time; I could stand it for a while longer. Most people that said they were my friends were just a drain on my time anyway. I could put more effort into my studies if I didn't have to take time with them. 

Robin was standing there looking at me and openly bawling. 

"That was pretty harsh Mark; I didn't know that it bothered you so much. Why haven't you ever said anything before?"

"What good would that have done? You have been the same since I met you 6 years ago. I've ignored it for the most part, but after a while it starts to get to me. I think that you had better watch TV at home from now on."

We had both been ignoring Robin during our discussion. She had been crying and looking back and forth between us as we talked. She finally spoke up. 

"Mark, I came by to tell you that you had it wrong. I was interested in you, but it had nothing to do with how Don treated me. I was how you had treated me, like a gentleman. Up until last night and today you had treated me very nice, and I liked it. I wanted to see more of you and be friends."

"Yeah, I know; friend, but not boyfriend. I've heard it about a dozen times before, and it doesn't hurt any less now than it did then. I don't need your pity any more than I do Don's. Now would you both please leave? I have some school work to get done."

"Come on Robin, I think that we have exposed some very raw nerves. Mark isn't responsible for what he is saying now and we need to leave. I'll try to talk to him after he calms down." As he was saying this, Don was leading a very stunned Robin back out the door. 

"DAMN YOU!! I TOLD YOU THAT I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMN PITY! I SURVIVED A FUCKING WAR, I CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT YOU!!"

I was yelling at the top of my lungs by this time. I slammed the door behind them and shot the bolt home. I then leaned against the door and cried. I never cried, but that is what happened. Of course I didn't get any school work done. After a while I put on shorts and a sweat shirt and went for a run. I don't know how far I ran, but I suddenly realized that it was getting dark, and I had no idea where I was. I was lucky that instincts had taken over when I started out, because I had buckled on my fanny pack with my apartment keys, and my wallet. I remembered seeing a small shopping plaza a few blocks before I had stopped. I went back there and there was a restaurant with a pay phone. I got change and my location from a waitress and called a cab. In later years it would be learned that what I had just gone through had a name. Post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD. Not much was known about it now, but whole books would be written about it in the future. Right now I was embarrassed by my actions, and I had no idea how to correct them. There was no way to apologize for my words. I had hurt two people with no excuse.

When I got back into my apartment, my phone was ringing. I was afraid that it would be Don, and I had no idea what to say to him; but it could be mom, and she would be worried if I did not answer.

"Hello."

"Mark?" Asked my father, "Are you alright? Your mother just talked to Don, and she is worried about you. Why don't you come on over to the house for dinner and we'll talk a bit."

"Okay dad, I guess that would be a good idea. I'll see you in a little while."

"Good Mark, now you drive carefully. Don't try to get rid of any anger with that hot rod you drive."

"Its okay dad, I'm not mad any more, I'll see you soon."

This was probably a good idea, as I had said. My folks were good, solid people, and if anyone could help me with this it would be them. They lived in the northern part of town just across the river. I could have lived with them, but after my stint in the Army I was used to having a lot more freedom than that would have afforded me. With the GI bill and my job I was doing okay financially and saw no reason to go back home.

I got a quick shower and drove over to my parents' house. Mom met me at the back door and gave me a big hug. I hugged her back, then picked her up and carried her into the kitchen, where I set her back on her feet next to her chair. 

"Mark, you'll hurt yourself doing that."

"Aw mom, I lift more than that when I am unloading bags of flour at the pizza shop. Hi dad, I'm glad you called. I need to talk to someone, I need some help."

"The chili is in the crockpot Mark, go ahead and get a bowl and we'll talk while we eat. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Sure dad, that sounds good."

I gathered a bowl of chili and sat at the table. I dithered for a bit trying to get my thoughts in order.

"Your friend called Mark, he was concerned for you. Don says that he has never seen you angry like that before, and he is not sure what he did to cause it. He also says that the young lady is beside herself with grief and pain. He says that you hurt her a lot. What is going on son, what is bothering you?" My mom asked. 

My folks were not demonstrative in their affections, not to each other and not to me. But I never for one second doubted that they loved me and wanted the best for me. I could see the worry in their eyes, and I was still not sure how to respond. 

"I'm not sure what it is mom. It has been building up for a long time, ever since I got back, and it just exploded today. I get so frustrated by how I am treated by girls my age. They all act as if I am their brother or something, yet they fall all over Don. They all say that they want a nice guy, then go for the bad one every time. You've told me before that I just have to be patient, but it is getting old. Don thinks that he is helping me, but he just makes me more frustrated. Now this girl is throwing herself at me, and I can't trust it. I know that if I let her get to me, she'll just dump me later. For some reason it all came to a head today and I exploded. I know that I hurt them both, but I couldn't help myself. I suddenly felt so much pain and betrayal that I couldn't stand it, and I let it out at them. I would apologize, but there is nothing I could say that would help. The bad part is that I can't say that it won't happen again. I feel like a spring under pressure and I am likely to explode at any time. The best thing would be for them to stay away from me, I'm simply not stable."




On The Rebound



"Could this have anything to do with your experiences overseas?"

"I don't know dad. That was hell and I try my best to not think about it, at least when I am awake."

"Do you mean that you are still having nightmares?"

"Well yeah, maybe not as often as I did right after I got home, but I still have them."

"I think that we need to get in touch with VA and have you talk to someone about this son. You should not be having problems like that at this late date. There is definitely something wrong."

"Okay, but can you talk to Don for me and try to explain? I don't know what to say to him, and there is no way that I can talk to Robin. She must hate me now, which is probably a good thing." 

"If you just say to him what you did to us he'll understand. I'm sure that he will forgive you. Don has been your friend for a long time."

"I'm not sure that I want him to mom, I can no longer ignore his actions, and I doubt that I can convince him to change. I think I would be better off without any friends. If there is no one around me, then I can't hurt any one else."

"That's no way to live son. A man needs to share his life with people, or it has no meaning. You need to make more friends, not less."

I just shook my head and started to eat the meal that I had let get cold. Even cold my dad's chili was good eating. 

I stayed in my old room that night. It was somehow comforting, and I slept better than I had for weeks. I had to get up early so I would have time to stop by my apartment and pick up my books and such for class. 

That day and the next two I went through in a daze. I had no idea what went on in class and I was at work going through the motions. Marsha was spending a lot of time with me at work, but not talking much. I just did what I had to and nothing more. 

Wednesday I was to be off work, and got home from classes not knowing what I was going to do. When I got to my door, I just stopped and stared. Robin was sitting on the floor with her back against my door. 

"Please don't get upset Mark. I really need to talk to you. Marsha told me that you were off tonight and this was all that I could think of to do."

Robin looked like she had not had a very good few days either. She looked so forlorn sitting there staring up at me. 

I shrugged and held my hand down for her. She took it and a shock passed through me. This was the first time that we had actually touched. I lifted her up beside me and unlocked the door. I led her in and pulled out a seat at the kitchen table then proceeded to make coffee. 

I didn't know what to do, why was she here? How could I make up for what I had done?

"Will you listen to me now Mark?"

"I don't seem to have much choice here. I'd say that I'm sorry about what I said to you, but that is pretty inadequate. I don't know what set me off, but you didn't deserve what I said."

"Thank you for that Mark, but I deserved some of it. Don told me some of your history, and I can understand why you were so leery of me. Did girls actually go out with you to get you to introduce them to him? I can't believe how much that had to hurt."

"Yes, they did, and yes, it did. But that was a long time ago. It had nothing to do with you."

"You said that you had survived a war, and I asked Don about it. He told me about some of the things you hinted at from Vietnam. He said that you would never talk about it directly, but what you did say made him very glad that he was not there."

"I try not to say anything about that period of my life. My folks think I need to talk to someone about it though and they are going to get in touch with the Veterans Administration to get me some help. I was a medic flying medevac and we flew into a lot of hot zones. I saw a lot of things I really don't want to remember. You don't need to be around someone as unstable as I am."

"I'll be the one to decide that, not you. You fascinate me and I want to get to know you better. I have never met a man who could make me forget everything like you do. I know that I have been self absorbed and vain, I want you to help me be a better person."

"That's a hell of a load to place on a guy. I showed the other day that I'm not a very good person; how can I help you?"

"By not letting me get away with my shit. Every time I start acting like a prom queen, I want you to shut me down. We already know that you aren't affected by my looks, and I need that."

"Whoa there missy, I never said that your beauty didn't get to me; just that since there was no way you would want me, I could ignore it. I'll give it a try, but what happens now?"

"Well, to start with, we go on dates. We will take it slow and see just how much we have in common. I think that there will be a lot more than you believe. For right now, do you have enough supplies for me to cook dinner for you?"

"There should be, I try to keep enough here for a good meal. My folks taught me quite a bit about cooking wholesome food and I have usually eaten pretty well."

"Great Mark, your parents sound nice and I want to meet them soon. If you are willing to, on the holiday break maybe you can go to Ohio with me and meet my parents."

"Let's not put the cart before the horse Robin, if we are together I'll be glad to meet them. Does this statement by you that we are to date mean that we will be exclusive? I mean, you won't be dating anyone else?"

"No Mark, I won't be dating anyone else, would you be willing to go steady with me?"

The relief was probably evident in my expression as she giggled. I had not heard her do this before, and I felt it all the way through my being. "It's not as if I have a lot of other options. I'll gladly play along until you realize your mistake."

"No more of that self defeating attitude here buster, I don't think it is a mistake. Now let me do some cooking."

I had some hamburger in the fridge and spaghetti noodles and sauce in the pantry. While I prepared the noodles Robin fried the hamburger, drained it, and added the sauce. She went nuts in my spice cabinet and added several things to the sauce that I didn't recognize. I surreptitiously stole a taste and was astounded by what she had done to plain basic sauce. She also had me fine chop an onion and toast some bread. She made a garlic butter to spread on the bread and I pulled out a bottle of red wine to go with the meal. A small salad of lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, and celery finished off the dining experience. I was amazed that we worked together so smoothly, everything seemed to be chorused into a whole. 

When we had everything assembled and on the table, I pulled out a chair for Robin, seated her and poured a glass of wine. 

I raised my glass toward hers, "A toast pretty lady, to serendipity, and to possibly finding joy on the rebound."

(to be continued)



On the Rebound



I've tried writing several different stories, but have never posted anything before this. So hopefully this is something at least somebody out there enjoys reading as much as I did dreaming up. The usual warnings apply: if you're under 18, or these types of stories are illegal for you to read in your area, then go somewhere else. Otherwise, enjoy.

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The tears were still drying on Alec's cheeks as he slumped at the booth in the 24-hour diner, cold coffee in front of him, not knowing where to turn next. He's been like that for at least a couple hours, still trembling in reaction. He knew his parents would have difficulty with him being gay, but if he knew they were going to kick him out he would have kept it quiet and stayed in the closet until he could pay for school himself. It was summer now, but the next year he would have started his first year in college in Electronics Engineering. Now all of those dreams meant nothing.

Scott came out of the kitchen, taking off his apron as he went. The only waitress on duty, Rachelle, called out to him. "Done already?" "Yeah," he answered, "Dave came in early and told me to just clock-out now. It's not like he has lots to do tonight!" He gestured around the mostly empty lobby, only then noticing the young man slumped at a far booth. As Rachelle moved off to clean a table just vacated by a trucker, something about the slouching boy attracts his eye, and he found himself looking over the kid closely. He was smaller, thin but not skinny, dark brown hair, and soft - almost feminine - features. There was something about the depressed figure that was tugging at Scott's heart, and he found himself walking up to the table.

"Hey." The gentle greeting snapped Alec from his re-re-playing of the nights events, and as he looked up he found himself looking at a rough - yet somehow gentle - face with piercing amber eyes. "You all right"?

Alec blinks, then realizes he was staring. He drops his gaze back to the table, hiding a light blush. "Sure", he replies with faint sarcasm, "if you call being kicked out of home and having nowhere to go, I'm doing peachy."

The stranger nods in sympathy, ignoring the sarcasm. "Ya know, I've got a decent place back near the college campus I share with some other guys. I'm sure they'd agree to let you crash there for a couple weeks until you get your feet under you again."

Alec's head snaps back up in startlement. "You'd do that for a complete stranger? You don't know anything about me!"

He smiles. "I get feelings about people, and my intuition is usually right. I'm Scott."

Alec shakes the offered hand, smiling in response. "Alec. If you're sure about this. . ."

"Very certain. My car's parked around the side. . . um, do you have a car?"

"An old beater, but it runs - barely."

Scott nods as they walk out of the diner. "No problem. Just follow me, then."

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They drive up to a decently sized, but fairly old two-story house. After they both get parked nearby, Scott leads Alec in, opening the currently unlocked door but locking it behind them. "The other housemates are usually awake at this time of night, but should be turning in soon. We try to keep the house locked up when we remember to." Alec starts to wonder if Scott is the 'responsible' one of the group, but doesn't say anything. Scott starts to take his shoes off, so Alec follows suit. In the living room right next to the entry two other guys were watching a movie, with a bowl of popcorn between them and bottles of beer in hand. Scott points, "The big jock is Ben, and the other one is Tim. I'm guessing Rick's in his room, on-line as usual. Guys, this is Alec, who needs a place to crash. I offered the couch for a couple weeks."

Ben and Tim both nod in greetings. Ben grins. "Another foundling, Scott? Are you collecting them?"

Scott mock throws a shoe at him. "Hah, hah. Pay no attention to him."

Scott shows Alec around the house, pointing out the two bathrooms, the kitchen, and laundry. Upstairs he goes to the one lit bedroom and knocks on the open door. The guy at the computer looks up, "Hey Scott, what's up?"

Scott introduces Alec to Rick, while Alec tries to identify the MMORPG on the computer screen. He doesn't recognize it by the time Rick's attention gets pulled back into the computer and Scott leads Alec away.

After scrounging around in a few rooms and closets, Scott finally comes up with a blanket and pillow. "Here, you can sleep on the couch for now once they're done watching that movie. Didn't look like you got anything besides coffee at the diner, so you're free to scrounge for tonight. After that you're expected to chip in for groceries, snacks, pop, and beer if you drink."

After the movie finished up, everybody else went upstairs, either to bed or back onto respective computers. Alec turned off the lights downstairs and laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, awake but unmoving for several hours before exhaustion catches up to him.

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The next morning. Alec wakes up to the noise of somebody in the kitchen. Whoever it is is trying to be quiet, but they're not being very successful at it. Alec sits up, rubbing at the dried tears under his eyes and blinking at the bright sunlight streaming in the windows. Wandering into the kitchen, Alec finds Scott mixing something up, with bacon frying on the stove. Scott looks up, "Morning. Feeling any better?"

"I'll get there. You cook here too after working the diner?"

Scott grins. "I like cooking for the guys now and then, and I thought I'd whip something up for everybody. Coffee's brewed, and we're having pancakes and bacon."

Alec finds himself hoping that Scott is at least bi, if not gay, but squelches that line of thought before he starts blushing again. "Thanks." Scott opens a cupboard to show where the cups were, and Alec grabs some coffee.

"Got any plans today, or were you just going to take out frustrations on something?"

Alec gives a small grin. "I'm just going to wait until my parents have both left for work, and I was going to slip over and grab some clothes and stuff. I'll start picking up applications this afternoon after I get a shower."

Scott nods. "Got it. I didn't get any summer classes this year, so I was just going to make a copy of the house key for you later today before work. If you need anything, at least to talk or anything else, just holler."

Alec smiles. "Thanks. I really appreciate all of this. You don't need to go to all this trouble for me."

"It's really no trouble at all. You have yet to see me really go overboard for somebody." He turns away suddenly to get the bacon, and Alec gets the odd feeling that Scott's embarrassed about something. He considers asking, but decides to wait for the time being.

After breakfast Alec drives back to his parents house and lets himself in. He sees some of his stuff already thrown in large garbage bags, so he just adds to the bags, grabs a couple magazines he didn't want them to find from under his mattress and slips them in as well. He stoutly ignore the fresh tears in his eyes as he firmly walks back out, house key on the dresser, vowing never to return.

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On his way back into the room-mates' house, Alec brings in with him a change of clothes so that he can finally take a shower. As the only shower is in the upstairs bathroom, he heads on upstairs, mind still on his problems, not noticing the faint noise coming from one of the open bedrooms. Noticing movement from the corner of his eye, he automatically looks in, then instantly freezes with surprise at what he sees. Scott was down on his knees between Tim's bare legs, face buried in Tim's crotch. They were at a sideways profile to the door, but Tim had his eyes closed, so Alec saw everything as Scott continued to work his head up and down along Tim's shaft. Alec's own dick got hard while watching this, licking his lips, completely engrossed in the action before him. He watches in amazement as Scott shifts a little and goes all the way down, his throat bulging with the effort and his chin touching Tim's balls, Tim grunting in pleasure. Alec must have made a small sound while watching this, because Tim's eyes flew open and Scott pulled himself off of Tim, both looking suddenly at Alec.

Alec turns very red and backs off, starting to stutter an apology for intruding on them when Scott interrupts him, smiling. "It's all right, we don't mind if you watch. Everybody else has watched as I serviced one of the guys." He points at the growing bulge in Alec's pants. "Looks like you're enjoying the show."

"You just suck off any of the guys whenever they ask?" asks Alec, amazed.

"Pretty much. One day I walked onto Rick while he was wanking off, and since I was still recovering from my previous boyfriend walking out, I just sucked Rick off. It's been a habit to help them out like that ever since."

Alec blinks. "So you're gay too?"

Scott grins. "Too? I thought you were, ever since I saw you at the diner."

Tim clears his throat. "Weren't you doing something here, Scott? You can flirt with the cute guy later."

Ignoring the 'flirt' comment, Scott instead gestures to Tim's crotch. "Say, you want to try this, Alec? It would be fun if I weren't the only one doing this."

Alec tries to hide his interest in the suggestion. "What, just suck him off right here and now? I hardly even know him!"

Tim responds, "So? I've even tried sucking off the others a couple of times just to find out what it's like, even though I don't have the interest in men you two do. It's really no big deal."

Alec thinks about it, then decides right there that his parents' false morality and holier-than-thou attitude has nothing to do with how he lives HIS life. He steps forward towards Tim, and Scott gets out of the way, sitting on the bed where he can watch. Alec kneels between Tim's legs, taking a few deep breaths, before leaning forward and down to take the head of Tim's cock in his mouth. After a few false starts he figures out what to do about his teeth and tongue to keep them out of the way, and starts to go at it. Remembering that Scott had varied what he did every few strokes, Alec tries a few of the things he saw Scott do, and was rewarded with a faint grunt followed by a sigh of contentment from above him. 

Getting into the swing of things, he decides to attempt deep-throating. He shifts his body forward as he saw Scott do, and just dives straight down only to pop right off of Tim, sputtering and trying to clear his throat of the gag-reflex.

Scott laughs. "Easy, tiger! It's not that easy to deep-throat. You sure you want to try that now? You were going just great without it."

Alec swallows a couple more times, wiping the sudden tears from his eyes. "Can't you tell me how you do it? I WANT to take it all in!"

Scott grins at Alec's enthusiasm. "Only since you insist. You can't swallow it and suck him at the same time. You have to relax your mouth. Take it slow. And you really are swallowing him, so start the swallow just before the head hits the back of your throat. Don't forget you'll have to back off of him to breath, so alternate deep-throating with normal sucking. Just try again if you don't get it at first. It took me several attempts before I was able to get that down."

Alec starts back up with normal sucking, working up and down on Tim's shaft again while building his self-confidence. After a good number of strokes, he tries it again, following Scott's suggestions. He gags again the first time, so goes back to sucking to recover before trying again. He keeps gagging, time and again, but single-mindedly perseveres, refusing to give up, and loses track of how long he's been at it. Suddenly, he finally feels Tim's cock sliding down his throat, and closes his eyes as he pulls his head all the way down until he finds his nose pushed into Tim's flesh. Proud of his accomplishment, he holds himself there, swallowing around Tim's member for a while. Tim startles him by crying out wordlessly, grabbing the back of his head and bucking his hips up into his face. Alec grabs onto Tim's legs and tries not to panic and to just relax, hoping he doesn't pass out. He feels the warm cum hitting the inside of his throat, and knows it will be over soon.

Tim finally releases him, and Alec pulls all the way off of him, his lungs still burning as he takes deep breaths. "Wow," he exclaims, wiping a couple drops of cum off his slightly bruised mouth, "didn't expect it to happen quite like THAT!"

Scott pulls his hand out of his pants, and as Alec gets off of his knees suddenly grabs Alec's hand and pulls him into Scott's arms. Alec looks up into Scott's eyes, startled but not struggling, and starts when Scott's mouth descends on his. He's frozen for only a moment before he returns the kiss, wrapping his own arms around Scott and leaning a little in to him. Scott pulls back away suddenly, flustered. "Sorry about that. I mean, seeing you like that, it was just so hot, and I just . . . I mean . . ."

Alec grins up at Scott, very happy with life at the moment. "It's all right. I liked that. A lot."

Tim clears his throat loudly. "If I'm any judge of these things, you two are going to start screwing each other very soon now, and this is MY room. Scott, you have your own room for those kinds of activities." He starts pushing them out, still with his pants and underwear piled next to his chair. "Besides, I need to get my stuff together for class. So go on, you love birds. Have fun. But not in here!"

The door slammed shut behind them. They look at each other for a few moments, Scott's mouth twitching, before they both break down laughing. Alec stops first, looking at Scott with a smile. Scott asks him, "What?"

"Well, we got our marching orders . . ." Alec draws it out suggestively.

Scott looks at him. "You really want to do this? I mean, I'd love to do it with you, but . . ."

Alec draws down Scott's face for a quick kiss, but stays close to look Scott in the eyes. "Of course. I think I've fallen for you since you picked me up at the diner."

Scott grins in response, and wordlessly leads Alec to his room, already starting to take his shirt off. Alec follows suit, and by the time they get to the bed, they are almost completely nude with a line of clothes from out in the hallway to the bed. Alec uses the bed to support himself as he bends over to take off his remaining sock, and Scott fondles the nicely exposed ass. Alec pushes his ass out into Scott's hand, putting both hands on the bed and spreading his legs, showing in no uncertain terms how he wants to be used. Scott lightly rubs a finger along Alec's ass crack, pushing only lightly when he gets to the anus. Although he notices some stretch marks around it, right now he finds it very tight, so he quickly rummages in a dresser drawer and pulls out some lube. Squirting a bit on a couple fingers, he goes back to Alec's eager ass and starts to push a finger in. It slips right in, but he just rubs it around inside Alec, pushing outward against the walls to loosen him up. After a bit of this, he tries the second finger and finds Alec's ass just slurps that in too, as if his body wanted as much of Scott in him as possible. While spreading more lube inside of Alec, he uses his other hand to apply plenty of lube on his cock, tosses the tube onto the bed and lines his dick up.

Feeling the pressure on his hole, Alec braces himself. But then Scott orders Alec, voice rough with desire, "Turn over." Alec quickly flips onto his back on the bed, pulling his legs up and out. He watches Scott lean down over him, lining back up again, and looks Scott in the eye with need. Again feeling the pressure on his asshole, he wills himself to relax his ass as he learned with small household objects back home, hoping Scott will fit. He is soon rewarded when Scott's cock pops in, and watches as Scott leans over a little more to gently slide it all in. His eyes move down to watch as Scott's dick disappears into his ass, then their genital hairs mix as Scott's hips press into Alec's ass. Alec revels in feeling 'full' in a way he's never felt before, moving around slightly just for the sensation of his innards shifting around Scott's hard member. The pain of being penetrated starts to fade, and he looks back up to Scott's eyes, saying "Fuck me" eagerly enough to wipe the slightly worried expression from Scott's face. Taking that as an order, Scott gently starts to pump into Alec, starting with long slow strokes. Alec gets lost in the lovely sensations for just a short while before getting bored with the slow pace. "I said fuck me! I'm not fine china!" Scott grins widely at that, but again follows the prompting. Alec quickly finds himself grunting in time to Scott's thrusts, eyes still riveted on Scott's even as his whole body starts being pushed around under the force of their love-making.

A warmth starts spreading through Alec's body, centered only a couple inches from the point of penetration. Alec tries to focus on that sensation, but gets distracted by a slight creak on the floor outside the open door, and even though he can't see past Scott's body he knows somebody's out there. He feels his face getting hot from knowing he's being watched, but didn't think he could stop Scott at this point even if he wanted to - which he didn't. The wonderful sensations inside, having this hot guy wanting him so bad, and now being watched all finally pushes him over the edge. Even though he doesn't physically cum, it almost feels like that except more spread throughout, and he cries out in ecstasy as his body involuntarily thrashes and bucks under Scott's weight. This seems to set Scott off as well, as he also cries out with a final thrust, holding Alec tightly as he cums deep into Alec's bowels. Staying in him, Scott lowers his head down and kisses him, making him forget the voyeur. He wraps his arms around Scott, returning the kiss, just wanting to stay like that forever.

When Scott breaks the kiss, Alec finally remembers they were being watched and tries to wiggle out from under Scott, but then sees around him and notes that the voyeur had left. Scott looks at him, "Something wrong?"

"We were being watched. I didn't see who it was." Alec's face starts flaming again as he considers the perfect view of the penetration the watcher must have had.

Scott just shrugged. "It was probably Tim on his way out. They've not only seen worse, the others here have also been caught in similar situations. You get used to it." He suddenly smiles. "Is that what set you off? Do you LIKE being watched?"

Alec wonders if it really was possible to die of embarrassment. "Um, I've never.. I mean . . ." he stammers.

Scott silences him by giving his lips something else to do. Pulling back from the kiss, he grins. "Don't worry about it. We're pretty. . . flexible about sexual matters. Anyways, I want to get some lunch before I head out to work today." He turns away and starts sorting through the clothes on the floor, figuring out which was his. Alec just lays there a bit admiring Scott's bare ass, only starting to get dressed after it gets covered up.

During lunch they talk a bit, and Alec finds himself completely at ease with Scott, trusting him with almost anything, although he doesn't mention his more wild day dreams, not wanting to lose the person he is falling in love with. He does tell Scott about the fight with his homophobic parents last night, leading to his being kicked out. Scott tells him that that kind of attitude does seem to be dying down, but there are still plenty of holdouts. Scott invites him to share his bed with him that night, and Alec's answer of "Yes!" was fast enough to draw another amused smile from Scott. After a quick kiss and another pat on Alec's ass, Scott heads out for work.




On the Rebound



Alec stands there staring with a dreamy smile, until realizing with a start that he was lost in that haze for more than five minutes. Deciding to take advantage of being alone in the house, he slips out the door bare-footed to grab the porn magazines he smuggled out of his room just that morning. Sitting down with them on the couch, he starts leafing through one. Featuring mostly weight-lifting 'beef-cake' models, it used to be his favorite, but as he looks at the models they start seeming to be wearing Scott's face. He still gazes at a few good poses by well-hung men, before setting it aside for his true guilty pleasure - the magazine that he still wouldn't dare mention to even Scott. This one featured cross-dressers, not only in full drag, but also partly undressed while being used by men who easily could have been featured in the first magazine. As he looks at one model made-up to be quite pretty, he finds himself wondering how he would look dressed like that, imagining himself in the model's place. Turning the page, he looks again on the same model, but this time surrounded by three men in various stages of undress, one with his large cock half-way buried in the cross-dresser's ass. Still imagining himself in there, he 'sees' Scott in his ass, Tim in his mouth, and Rick and Ben over him on each side. Lost in the imagined scene, he gets abruptly snapped out of it when he hears somebody outside at the door. He quickly jams the magazines under the couch and jumps up just as Rick came in, carrying a couple books and notebooks from his summer class.

Rick just nods to Alec with a casual, "Hey," quickly shucks his shoes, and heads to the kitchen. Alec debates where he could safely put the magazines, but just then Tim comes back in, squelching that idea. He remembers he was going to take a shower before being distracted by a blow-job, so he goes up into Scott's room where his change of clothes were placed. He takes his shower quickly, hoping he could get back to the magazines and smuggle them back into his car before anybody finds them. After he finishes his shower and walks out, he is dismayed to hear the tv on downstairs. Deciding to talk to Rick and get to know him, he goes over to Rick's open door. Before knocking, he pauses, seeing something very different from the MMORPG on the computer screen. On the screen, a woman was currently being used by two men. The men, however, were not pumping into separate holes, but were both jammed in her ass. Fascinated, Alec finds himself staring at that scene, wondering if his ass would be capable of taking two at the same time. Shifting his weight while watching, the old floorboards betrays his presence yet again. Rick looks around, and only then was Alec able to see Rick's hand wrapped around his cock.

Rick just looks at Alec with almost a pleading look. "Tim said you give almost as good head as Scott does. You don't mind if you . . ."

Alec pauses a bit, but quickly decides that Scott shouldn't be the only one helping give 'relief' to the others, and smiles as he steps over to Rick's chair. Without a word Rick swivels his chair around and spreads his legs, with his hard cock poking up through his fly. Alec doesn't pause this time as he kneels between his second set of knees that day and takes Rick's cock into his mouth. He finds his earlier pace quickly, so attempts to deep-throat after getting plenty of saliva on Rick's dick. It takes only a couple of false tries this time before he finds his lips pressed against the zipper, and holds it there for just a short time before coming back up for air. He follows Scott's advice from earlier by alternating deep-throating and normal sucking, listening this time to the breathing above him. After a short time of this Rick's breathing starts getting very ragged, so Alec pulls back from his current deep-throat and just works on the head with his tongue, using his hand to jack off Rick the rest of the way. He's quickly rewarded by a blast of cum in his mouth, and he tries desperately to swallow it all down, despite the slightly odd taste different from his own. He still feels some escaping out of the corner of his mouth, but keeps at it until Rick is completely finished. After it was all over, Alec cleans off the head, then sits up wiping off the semen from his face before it drips off his chin. Rick grins down at him. "Damn, you are a natural! It's almost too bad I'm not attracted to guys. If I was, Scott would be getting quite the competition for you!"

Alec laughs, blushing as he gets up. "Even if you were, I still like Scott," he says, seriously. "But I see why he likes helping you guys out. It's kinda fun doing that."

"I haven't tried it myself, not really ready to try that unlike Tim, but I'll take your word for it." After he puts his softening dick away, he gestures at the screen, which he had paused at a close up of the woman's double-stuffed ass. "You looked like you were interested in that. Thinking of taking two at a time yourself?"

"Er . . . I'm still aching a bit from Scott." He blushes even harder at that blunt assertion, but continues. "I don't think I'm ready for two!"

Rick grins. "Just keep practicing. It's amazing what the body can handle."

Alec, completely amazed at himself for talking with a guy he barely met about getting his ass stretched after sucking that same guy off, decides to get going. "Um, I was going to head out and pick up job applications, see what I can get. I'll talk to you later."

Rick nods. "Sure, I'll see ya later." He turns back to his computer and starts the video clip back up. Alec couldn't help pausing at the door again to watch, but finally turns his back and heads out, with the image of two men humping away in one ass burned vividly in his head.

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Alec gets back to the house he's already starting to think of as home that evening, having filled a few applications at the job sites, a few apps were on the seat next to him, and his pocket full of business cards with web sites for on-line applications. He was sure either Scott or Rick would let him use their computer to take care of the on-line applications. As he takes his shoes off, he watches Ben completely trounce Tim in a football video game, Tim taking his defeat with good humor. Ben asks him, "Hey, Alec, want to play? I'm trying to find SOME kind of competition here." Tim bops him over the head with the pillow Alec had left there, but Ben just laughs.

"Maybe later. Do I smell supper, or am I going to have to scrounge up something?"

Tim answers, "I cooked up a box dinner, enough for all of us. You might need to zap it a bit."

Alec heats up some of what was left in the pan, and brings the plate and a glass of milk back into the living room. Sitting down at the couch between the two players, he slowly eats, watching them start up a new game. All too aware of the magazines he left under the couch, and his mind still wandering down some of the fantasies the magazines and that porn clip Rick was watching had started, Alec barely notices the game until Ben finishes trouncing Tim yet again. Tim finally gets up, grumbling. "I'm going upstairs and do homework. Just trounce Alec if he dares to play against you." 

Alec puts down the plate he'd already cleaned off, and leans over to pick up the controller Tim dropped onto the floor. He couldn't help looking towards the magazines, and notices something odd. Didn't he push them further back than that? Unable to do anything about them with Ben there, he sits back up and settles in for the game. He has played this particular game before, so he didn't lose too quickly, but Ben was still obviously the house champion and beats him fairly soundly. Alec just shakes his head. "You guys have any other games for the console, or just the one you know too well?"

"A couple of platform games, a racing game, a 3-D shooter, and some trivia game nobody here plays." Alec looks them over, picks the shooter, and settles in for a serious match. They had barely started the game up when Ben started up a conversation. "You know that Tim and Rick have already talked about what you've been doing, right? So was this morning a one-time gig, or are you and Scott getting together?"

In the game, Alec's character pauses for one fateful second, and gets blasted away. He glares at Ben. "That was a dirty trick. If you have to know, I'd like it to be more permanent, but the only thing I know for now is that I'm not sleeping on the couch tonight."

Ben nods, obviously expecting that. "Scott told us this morning how he found you. Your parents kick you out just because you're gay?" His voice betrayed his disbelief at such attitudes still existing in this day and age.

"Yeah. I felt like I was about to explode, hearing the b.s. about 'the homosexuals' from the church they kept dragging me to, and hearing my dad swear at the news every time a gay rights issue came up, and all that." His voice starts getting bitter. "I thought they'd at least TRY to understand, at least for their own son. Obviously being normal and fitting in is more important than telling the truth about yourself, or more important than family - at least to them." He suddenly mashes at the buttons on the controller, his character whipping around a corner and unloading every weapon he had at once, obliterating Ben's character.

Ben puts down his controller, turning to Alec. "Well, I can tell what you do when you're angry! Listen to me. We accept differences here. ALL differences. Be who you are, not what small-minded people think you should be. We have all seen a lot, heard more, and even tried out some of it. We might have started as just room-mates and casual friends, but now it's a lot deeper, almost another family away from home for us. I think Scott saw something in you last night, that made him think you'd fit right in with our little family here. Even in one day, the rest of us think he's probably right."

Alec turns away from Ben's intense look, wiping the sudden fresh tears from his eyes. Ben puts his hand on Alec's shoulder, waiting patiently for him to recover. Finally Alec's ragged breathing slows down, and looks back up at Ben. "Thanks, I needed to hear that." He takes a final deep breath, then sits up straighter from the slouch he'd fallen to as Ben pulls his hand back, satisfied their new addition has accepted the support of his new friends. "So," he continues with a grin, "since the others have told you what I've been doing today, were you looking for a little . . . help?" He gestures at Ben's crotch to make his meaning clear.

Ben laughs. "We don't want you thinking that's the only reason we want you here! Seriously, I'll let you know when I need your help with that. I didn't need Scott's help very often during the school year because of my girlfriend, but since she's spending summer at home with her parents I'll probably be asking soon."

Alec nods. "Just ask. I have no problem with that at all." He picks up his controller. "So, ready to get your ass smeared all over the walls again?"

Grabbing up his own controller, Ben counters, "I'm not making it that easy for you. Bring it on!"

A battle of epic proportions ensues, but Alec still finds it difficult concentrating completely on the game. Between worrying about the magazines under the couch, his sexual fantasies that have been haunting him, and Ben's speech making him wonder how the roommates would really react to his fantasies, his reactions weren't quite up to his usual standards. After a couple of hours of this, and with his frag score trailing Ben's by only a few points, Alec finally puts down the controller. "I have a lot to think about. I'll just lay down on Scott's bed for a bit."

Ben just looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "Scott won't be home for a couple hours yet. You sure you don't want to just talk about it? I'll be happy to listen."

Alec sighs. "I know. If I get bored with just my thoughts I'll come right back down, or something. But right now I just want to be alone for a bit."

Ben nods. "Sure. What I said earlier, that does apply to all of us, not just me. What ever you need to talk about, you can trust us."

Alec stands there, debating whether or not to just pull the magazines out and lay it all out for Ben, the things he'd like to try and do. He finally shakes his head and starts turning away. "I'll think about it. But thanks for the offer." He pauses, turning slightly back. "I mean it. Thanks."

Ben nods with a smile. He looks like he's about to add something else, but since he doesn't actually say anything Alec goes upstairs. Leaving Scott's door open, he lays out on the bed, wondering: just how would they react to his fantasies? Would they take his interest in cross-dressing in stride? Would they help him try out the other things he's curious about, such as bondage, being gang-banged, and such while being able to stop if he thinks it's getting too far? Would they continue to respect him as they currently are if they go down those roads? If he just kept things the way it has started, stay Scott's boyfriend, service the others every now and then, but ignore his other kinks and curiosity, would he respect himself for hiding a part of himself from them, especially after Ben's speech? He hears others talking quietly, first in one of the other's rooms, then they move downstairs, but his small voice of curiosity just wasn't enough to override his current flood of emotions and questions.

He finds himself nodding off a little since he had such a hard time falling asleep the night before, but jolts awake when he hears the main door open and shut, then Scott's voice drifting up from downstairs. He debates about going down to meet him, but instead decides to greet him from in the bed. He quickly undresses and slips under the covers of the bed, then waits. And waits. And waits some more. Wondering just what it is they're all talking about down there, he starts reaching for his clothes again, but finally hears somebody coming up the stairs. He quickly poses on his side with his head propped up on his hand, elbow on the bed, turned towards the door, with the bed covers just barely covering his privates. Scott grins widely when he gets to the door and sees how Alec is posed, and closes the door behind him with his foot. 

Alec notices that Scott has a hand behind his back, as if he's holding something behind him, but before he could ask, Scott starts first. "I need to warn you about something, even though the others want to sneak it on you." Alec blinks and sits up as Ben continues. "They're planning on tricking you into loosening up sexually. They know there's more things you want to try that you don't want to confess to, yet, and they somehow think their sneaky plans will help you with that. I don't like messing with people that way at all, even if they think it's to help you. Brings me back to the nasty tricks done to me in high school before my late growth spurt. And this was their inspiration." He tosses down Alec's magazines onto the bed, the cross-dressing themed one on top. Alec goes red, realizing they must have found them before he got back home from job searching. "I want you to know," Scott continues, "that I already care about you. A lot. And I don't want to see you get hurt. But if you want to experiment with this," gesturing at the top magazine, "or any other kinks other people would call 'odd', I would like to help. So do the others, in their own ham-handed fashion. So, ball's in your court."

Alec opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, trying to get his jumbled thoughts in some kind of order. "Um, well, I'm just barely out of the closet. And the first time I came out, I got kicked out of my home. So at least give me some time getting used to this!" Scott nods in understanding as Alec continues, gesturing at the magazine. "Yes, I do want to try that out. There are other things I've been fantasizing about I might try, eventually, but I'd prefer if you guys just let me ease into it, ok?"

Scott nods again, relieved. "Understood, and I'll help you explain that to the others tomorrow morning. Tomorrow's Saturday, and I don't work, so we can all hang out and talk about it, too." Alec wonders if he'll get enough courage to talk about everything he's fantasized doing, but nods. Scott finally starts undressing, and after tossing his clothes into the basket he crawls in to bed next to Alec. "I noticed you still have all your stuff piled in your car. I'm not going to change my mind that quick. Bring it up here tomorrow so you don't have to run outside every time you need a change of clothes." 

Alec nods again at the sensible suggestion, but just wordlessly wraps his arms around Scott and gives him a very long kiss. Scott pulls in close as they kiss, and they both start getting hard, advertising their shared need. Scott pulls away first and reaches back, trying to get into his dresser while his other arm is occupied with Alec. Alec just smiles sweetly up at him and hands him the bottle of lube he had already sneaked out of the drawer earlier. Scott mock glares at him, but quickly applies lube to his cock as Alec eagerly flips over. Without any more delay, Scott presses himself into Alec as his ass opens up for occupation. First starting out spooned, they soon shift with Alec face down on the bed and Scott on top of him. Scott picks up the pace, the bed creaking under them. Alec starts grunting in time with Scott's thrusts, attempting to muffle the sounds in the bed sheet, but fails utterly when Scott starts pumping hard. The warmth Alec felt earlier while being fucked turns into a full-fledged fire, and his moans aren't quite so easily muffled. This continues for quite some time before Scott finally stiffens up, thrusting deep as he cums. Alec just lays there, sprawled under Scott, enjoying the feel of it all. They stayed together like that for a while after Scott finished, until Ben yells from his room next to theirs, laughter in his voice, "You guys loud enough?"

Scott just laughs and yells back, "If you like the noise so much, we can make the next time louder. I'm letting Alec have his turn next!"

Alec blushes at how casually these room-mates treat sex, but gets bold enough to yell out, "Think I can make Scott squeal?"

Both Ben and Tim from the other side of Scott's room laugh loudly at that sally. Scott grins widely at Alec as he pulls himself out. Alec turns to his side facing Scott, murmuring, "You mean it about letting me . . ."

"Of course," Scott responds. "I don't receive often, but I want you to take me now!" He flips onto his belly to show he means it. Alec wastes no time in applying the lube to his own cock and in Scott's ass. It starts out feeling tight to Alec's finger, but quickly loosens up. Alec takes that to mean Scott's ready for him, and lines himself up. He pushes right in, making him wonder how much Scott really does receive. Sliding all the way in, he pauses just a short time while shifting his legs, then starts up with long strokes, finding his pace. He relishes the feel of pumping his dick in Scott's tight ass, and pumps harder, deliberately trying to get some noise out of his lover. Pounding away, he is soon rewarded by moans coming up from underneath him. The head of the bed starts thumping against the wall in time with his thrusts, until Alec suddenly cries out himself as he cums, and he pushes in deep, gripping his lover. He trembles at the end, then finally collapses on top of Scott, just wanting to lay there. Scott pants for a bit under him, then moans, "You can get off of me now." Alec chuckles and rolls off of him. Scott turns back to him and they kiss again. 

The kiss is interrupted when Ben yells out, "Are you guys done now? Can we get some rest?"

Scott yells back, "Maybe. I might want another turn again after that!" He's answered by just a loud groan, and Scott and Alec both giggle. Alec gives a Scott another kiss, and tells him, "Let's just sleep. I don't want to be turned out just because we're keeping them awake!"




On the Rebound



Scott grins. "I was just kidding anyways. That little exercise was quite enough!"

Alec smiles back, very content, and snuggles against his lover. Scott holds him until he falls asleep.