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The Girl in the Bar

By: rookiewriter24



As I saw her walk into the room I nearly fell out of my chair. I had not seen a more beautiful girl in my life. She had long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, perfect legs, an ass that could kill, and very supple breasts. The tight shirt she was wearing showed her curves very well. Not only did it show her curves, but apparently she had not worn a bra on that cold evening as her nipples were trying to break through her shirt.

Me, along with the rest of the men (and women) watched her as she found a seat in the crowded bar. I could hear the people next to me talking about her and how sexy she looked. I had not noticed at first, but my cock was semi-hard just seeing her. A man who had more courage than me, or maybe he was drunk, sat next to her for a brief minute before she blew him off. She ordered a drink from the waitress who was also having a hard time containing her thoughts about how she looked. I sat there trying to build up the courage to go say hello. A few other guys tried their luck, and like the first she turned them away. Then to my surprise she looked at me and smiled.

At first I didn't believe it, but then she looked at me and smiled again. I had to go and say hi to her. I slowly got up from my chair and made my way towards her. I sat down in the chair next to her, I said "My name is Wyatt and you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. " 

She laughed a little and said, "My name is Sable and I just look good tonight." We made small talk for a few minutes before she reached over and put my hand on her thigh. I could barely contain my emotions and my cock became instantly hard. I think that she noticed because she was looking right at my bulge. She asked me if I thought she had nice legs, and without thinking I replied, "legs I could suck on for hours." Again she let out a sexy little laugh and told me that would be ok with her. I could not believe my ears, and as I got more confident I slid my hand toward her pussy. She was wearing very tight jeans and I could feel the heat and moisture through her pants. She let out a little moan as I touched the zipper of her pants. She stopped me and said we need to go somewhere where we can continue our "conversation". I told her I was staying in a nice hotel just a block away and she was welcome to come to my room. She agreed and stood up from her chair. Again as we were leaving everyone's eyes followed her out.

We quickly made it back to my hotel room and before the door could shut she had reached down and grabbed my still hard throbbing cock. I could not resist and I grabbed her and began to kiss her passionately. She was the best kisser and her tongue was amazing. The more she kissed me the harder and wetter I became. I had slid my hand up her shirt and was playing with her perfect breasts rubbing my fingers on and around her nipples. Her nipples were as hard as my cock and I knew she was enjoying herself. She unzipped my pants and grabbed my cock. 

I quickly removed her shirt. She stroked my cock several times before placing it between her lips. Her mouth was so warm and wet I had to fight cumming right then. She played with the head of my penis with her tongue and made it even harder to control myself. I played with her breasts and stroked her hair as she sucked on my cock. She slowly began to run my cock further into her mouth and down her throat. I knew that I could not hold on much longer. She must have known that I was getting close because she began to swallow my cock deeper and deeper each time. I could no longer control the sensations and I came harder than I have ever cum. She swallowed every last drop of my man juice down her throat. She then stood up and we kissed passionately. It was very sexy to think that I was kissing the mouth that just sucked me off. She undid her pants and slid them off of her flawless sexy body. She was not wearing any panties and there was her beautiful pussy. It was completely shaved and smooth, her lips big and full, she had the most beautiful pussy I had ever laid my eyes on. 

She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips parted and I could see her soft wet pussy. I immediately became hard again as she guided my face toward her wet vulva. I licked her clit a little and soon was able to taste her sweet juices. She was moaning and rocking her pelvis towards my face. I began licking faster and harder as she moaned louder and longer. She was getting close to cumming as her pussy became so wet that my face was sliding all over it. She let out a gasp, grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into her wet pussy even harder. She screamed, "Fuck me I am cumming, I am cumming, God yes." She blasted her pussy juice all over my face and in my mouth. Her pussy tasted so good. We then began to kiss and she tasted her pussy on my lips and tongue. She grabbed my throbbing hard cock and stuffed it into her pussy. I had never felt a sensation as I did then. Her pussy was so wet and warm I nearly came right then and there.

I struggled to hold back my load for as long as I could. She began to ride my cock faster and faster rubbing her clit on the head of my penis each time. She said she was going to cum again and I knew I could not hold it much longer. She screamed again, "Fuck yes, yes, yes, FUCK ME." I shot my load into her pussy at the same time as she was cumming all over my cock. I moaned and grunted in pleasure having never cum so hard in my life. My body and hers both shook in pleasure until we both collapsed on the bed.

We lay there silently covered in each other's juices glowing with pleasure. She was breathing heavily and I was trying to catch my breath. We held each other close and rubbed against each other. Soon we both feel asleep with smiles on our faces. We both knew it was the best sex we had ever had, and probably will ever have. The next morning when I woke up she was gone; all she left was a note saying thanks for the great night. I will never forget Sable the unbelievable blonde.

The Girl In The Black Dress



Julia had always stood out in a crowd. She was different somehow, strikingly beautiful. Tall and voluptuous with big, firm breasts and a small waist. Shoulder length blonde hair, big blue eyes and a smile that could light up any room. 

Tonight was no different. Heads turned as she walked into the party with her parents and her best friend, Kat. As they sat down at a table Julia smiled as she felt eyes on her. She looked around the room taking in the scene around her, looking for something, or someone, to catch her eye.

"Great party, Julia!", Kat nodded her head to the beat of the song that blasted out, "lets dance."

As they walked to the dance floor Julia noticed a guy staring at her. She took in the image of the middle aged guy and smiled flirtatiously at him as he looked her body over. She loved the feeling she got from being watched by strange men. It turned her on and she felt that familiar burning sensation between her legs.

The man was tall and dark with deep brown eyes and a sexy smirk on his face. Julia loved the way he looked at her as she rocked her body to the beat. Her curvy hips moved suggestively around in circles underneath her tight black dress.

As the night went on, and she became more drunk, Julia moved closer to the mystery guy and then finally went over and sat next to him at his table.

"Hey there" he muttered as he leaned over and ran his eyes over her long, brown legs. "hey yourself! wanna dance??" she found herself more and more attracted to the tall, dark and handsome stranger.

"I'd love to dance...if you come outside to my car first. I need to get my cell phone." Julia looked around to see where her family were and when she saw them dancing and having a good time she agreed to the sexy man.

The cold air of the night hit her bare skin hard and she hugged herself. "Don't worry, baby... you'll get warm in a minute" She smiled at him, "what's your name, baby?"

"Kerr" he replied from behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. She sucked in a deep breath then turned around in his arms. Allowing the stranger to pull her body closer she leaned up to his face and kissed him. Their tongues entwined and the kiss became more fierce.

As their bodies pressed closer she felt a bulge from underneath his tight blue jeans and she broke the kiss. Her nipples stood out of her flimsy dress like bullets.

Julia backed away from him and took advantage of this man's hunger for her body. She rubbed her hands over her tits and then slid out of her black dress revealing a sexy black thong. With that he grabbed her body roughly and tore her thong from her. She gasped in excitement and began to unzip his pants. When they were both naked her lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Her tight pussy burned in anticipation of the huge, throbbing cock that would penetrate her. 

He pushed his dick straight up her and moaned in ecstasy as her pussy enveloped it. every thrust got faster and harder as they longed to cum. He spanked her ass as they fucked and she screamed louder and louder!

"I surrender my body to you!! ooohhhhh yes!! Fuck me!! shoot your seed deep into me!! aaahhhhhh YES!!"

He grunted in orgasm as they climaxed and wave after wave of his cum shot into her. Her cum juices soaked his cock and they rocked until it stopped.

Julia rejoined the party and no one had even noticed her absence. She went back to the dance floor and looked around the room. I wonder who else is here??



The Girl in the Blue Jean Shorts



Observations of a Sidewalk Café Girl Watcher

This story is an elegy to a beautiful young girl, who lives and works in the coffeehouse neighborhood of the City. If I were a poet, I would write a proper elegy, but I am not so this humble little story will have to suffice.

I have seen her often around the neighborhood. She wore tight-fitting blue jean shorts, with a short sleeve boat-neck blouse. Her blouse is white with blue horizontal stripes. She wore a light cream-colored open-knit sweater loosely hanging off one shoulder. That is how she looked the first time I saw her at the cafe. Who am I? Well, I'm just your average thirty-something sidewalk café girl watcher. I love the outdoor cafes that are so plentiful in this neighborhood. The coffee is good, and so is the people-watching. People reveal quite a lot about themselves when they don't now they are being watched.

Her shorts fit tight ... damn tight! The hem was folded neatly ... twice, so that the bottom of the folds were right at her sit spot ... you know ... the point where her thighs turns softly into her sweet ass-cheeks. When she bends even slightly, you get just a hint of her little ass. But, that was all fine with me since she has a nearly perfect shape in all respects. As my eyes traveled from her jean shorts upward, I noticed that she was young ... very young. She had long brown hair, and brown eyes. She had the cutest face I had seen in a long time. A friend who knew her a little told me she was nineteen. I had trouble believing that, because she looked much younger. Not that I am drawn to that mind you, but I was prepared to make exceptions in her case. The first time I saw her she was standing tiptoe in her red high-top sneakers, bent slightly over the counter showing her shapely ass to best advantage, as she accepted her drink from the barista. I uttered one word semi-audibly without thinking, "Damn!" I guess that says it all.

I made note of the time of day as she was leaving. She walked by my little café table, I removed my sunglasses, and she smiled at me. I watched as she propelled her perfect little ass on long shapely legs until it was out of sight. I had to know who she was. My friend didn't know too much about her, just that she worked and lived in the neighborhood, and she was in his daughter's graduating class a year ago. I really do have a life, and do not have the time to become a stalker ... but I was curious about her. If I were ever going to get to know her, it would be at this little café.

I saw her again on another Saturday, at the café. She was wearing the little jean shorts to which I had become so attracted. I saw her walk in to order. I got up, and standing beside her asked, "May I buy your coffee for you? I have a nice table over here in the shade." A bold move and I had absolutely no idea what her response might be. She looked me up and down, smiled and replied, "Sure! Thank you that would be lovely." Her voice was music, soft and sweet. I paid for her coffee and another one for me, and we sat at the table. Her name is Holly, and she works in a shop about two blocks from here. She is a sweet girl, and from her conversation, seems to be intelligent. I complemented her on her jean shorts, and her pretty blouse. She blushed and said, "Thank you Michael, I love wearing them. They are comfortable and cut off from a pair of jeans I loved."

"Well, you certainly have the figure for them, my dear." I continued with the complements. She then offered a reply that made me twitch a little, "They are so comfortable that I don't wear panties with them." She smiled and blushed again, realizing the over-share. We talked about her job, my job, this neighborhood and what other things we liked about the City. I asked her to dinner, but she said, "Michael, you are sweet, but I hardly know you. M-Maybe we can sometime later, but thank you."

I just had to have this girl! There was just something in her manner and poise that made her seem older than her teenaged years. Since I am nearly fifteen years older than she is, I expected to have rather limited conversation, but she was a delight to talk with. I can't say that I was falling in love with her ... maybe falling in lust! She likely accepted me as more of a peer, because I have kept in shape so I look younger than my years. I love to ride my little green racing bike from my hilly neighborhood, past the park, to the highway along the beach. It is easy to get from there, around the lake and onto the coast road. From there it is as long a ride as you want along the ocean ... my ocean!

At last count, I think there are about a billion and six things to do in and around the City, and I wanted to do some of them with my "girl in the blue jean shorts" for as long as we might still be interested in each other. I could tell that she was interested, but cautious ... smart. I had time; I was busy and could wait. I did not see her every Saturday, but when I did, she started plopping down in a chair at my sidewalk table, and greeted me with a warm smile. Sometimes I would buy, and sometimes Holly would buy.

The conversation was always lively and I spent much of my time with her, starring into her soft brown eyes. They have a fire in them ... a love of life that shows. I was getting as hooked on Holly, as I was my weekly fix of rich espresso coffee. The times she was not there, I spent at sharpening my people-watching skills. People are amazing! They are funny, troubled, hurried, and occasionally you can detect a spark of the divine ... a show of kindness or goodness here and there. It is quite common, sitting at my little table, to hear six different languages spoken on the street, and none of them English. Much of it seems to be Russian and other Slavic languages, Italian, some French, a little German and even some Portuguese.

On the fifth Saturday of our acquaintance at the café, I renewed my offer to Holly of dinner. She smiled and replied, "Yes Michael that would be lovely. Where would you like to go?" I offered her a choice of Italian in this neighborhood, or a very good Thai restaurant I knew of, a couple of miles south from here. She was quick with her decision, and said, "Oh! Italian please, Michael! I love this neighborhood and I love Italian. But you will have to order some Chianti, and sneak me a couple of sips." I laughed and replied, "I think that can be arranged, just dress twenty-one." She giggled and said she would. My heart was pounding in my chest at the prospect of getting closer to being with this lovely creature.

I was five minutes late in picking her up, since I figured that girls always need a little extra time, and it is actually more polite to be just a little late. I dressed in a white shirt sans tie, black sports coat, dark blue jeans with a slight boot flair, and black Italian dress boots. She wore a navy blue dress with a flared skirt that went to her knees, and her hair up. She wore sheer stockings, and three-inch heels. I got a lump in my throat when she answered the door. She was a vision! The nice thing about this neighborhood is that everything is within walking distance, so we walked to the restaurant from her place. This saved us from having to deal with valet parking, which is always necessary in this neighborhood. The City is only seven miles wide, and seven miles long with a population at night of about seven hundred thousand, so parking is always at a premium.

It was a nice night with the scent of eucalyptus in the air. Holly had a pretty blush on her cheeks from the short walk. I had called ahead for a table and the maître d ushered us right in to a table by the window. I love having a table by the window in neighborhood restaurants, because of the people-watching it allows ... "dinner and a show" as I like to say. In fact, I did say that to Holly, and she giggled and agreed, immediately getting the joke. Holly looked twenty-one, and the waiter gave us each a wine glass. I ordered what I consider a good, but not pretentious Chianti, and poured Holly two-fingers to start. I poured a little more for me. My lovely date noticed this, and teasingly complained, until I leaned close and gave her a whispered a reminder of her age. I would be there to make sure Holly did not over-do, so ... no problem.

She picked up her glass, I picked up mine, and Holly made a toast, "Michael, to you and to me for a long and lovely life, and to a promising evening." We clinked our glasses. I was hoping that what she meant by a "promising evening," was the same as the thought going through my mind. The conversation was as lively as always, and we giggled and laughed easily at each of our amusing anecdotes about life in the City. She was born here, but she told me that she never tires of the city. It has so much to offer. I moved here from the Midwest, and it did not take me long to realize that I was privileged to live in one of the queen cities of the world. Our dinner date went well, and I had no idea what to expect when we reached her flat. She had a little too much wine, and wrapped her arms around one of mine as we walked. At the corner, waiting for the light, she turned to me, rose up, and kissed me sweetly on the lips. Then of course, she blushed, smiled, and lowered her eyes.

When we reached her building, she did not reach for her keys, but stood facing me. This is a signal that she is open to a good night kiss. I moved in about eighty percent of the way, she moved in the rest of the way. I put my hands on her hips, and she put her arms around my neck, and we kissed passionately, right there on the doorstep. She then asked, with her arms still around my neck, if I wanted to come up for a while. I said, "Sure, but don't you have a roommate?"

"Yes, I do, but Sally is staying at a friend's tonight ... I asked her to!" she said with some nervousness in her voice.

I said, 'Holly sweetie, I do not want to take advantage of you on our first date, I can wait." She replied quickly, "Michael! I am not a virgin. I would love it if you could stay. We can make a little breakfast tomorrow, and then have some coffee at our table at the café."

I could feed that familiar twitch again and replied, "Okay honey, let's see how it goes." Her face lit up as she said, "Oh, goodie!" just like a happy teenager getting her way.

We walked up to her flat, and entered. In the City, mostly properties have an eighteen-foot front, and the apartments are "railroad flats," meaning that there is a hallway down one side, with the bathroom, bedrooms, and kitchen along one side like inside railroad Pullman cars. The hallway opens into a wider living room at the end, usually with windows looking onto a small breezeway, or garden. She put on a CD of some soft popular music, but I noticed that she had some jazz as well; a little Mingus, and some Miles Davis from what I could see. She went into the kitchen, and came back her own bottle of Chianti. Don't know where she got it, maybe an older boyfriend, or a friend of her roommate. She poured the wine; we sat on the couch, listened to the music, and talked quietly. It was not long before the glasses were on the table, and our arm went around each other.

We kissed long and passionately. Kissing her sweet little mouth like this turned me on ... this young girl that just a month or so ago was a fantasy. She has nice medium-sized breasts, which are high on her chest, like most young girls, and puffy nipples, as I soon found out. She moaned as I played with her breasts, and those amazing puffball nipples. Her skin is very soft to the touch, and warm. Those were the words that seeped into my brain at that moment ... soft and warm.

She seemed to be free with her body, and denied me nothing. I slid my hand up the outside of her leg, over the stockings, and onto the bare flesh just above them. My hand ended its journey on her pert little ass, over silk panties. I massaged her little ass, and her moans increased. She pulled back from the kiss a little, with our lips still touching, and said, "Oh Michael, that feels sooo good!" Her words were like little kisses on my lips as she spoke. It tickled, but also sent electric shockwaves through my lips. Her breath smelled so good ... so sweet, and her lips were like cream.

As I leaned back on the couch a little, she twisted her torso to continue kissing me, and in the process, her legs opened a little. I slid my hand from her ass, around to the front, and between her thighs. OH MY GOD! I was in heaven with my hands between those warm, moist, creamy thighs. Like most teenager girls, her thighs were buttery soft. I massaged her inner thighs above her stockings, and when my hand touched her panty-covered pussy lips, she broke from our kiss, and gasped. Then she moaned loudly, and crushed her lips against mine in the most passionate kiss we had shared so far. She moved her hips and opened her legs as I massaged her over her thoroughly soaked panties. She breathed into my mouth, "Oh, Michael! I love your touch, please don't stop."

After I explored her moist crotch for a while, I did stop. She gave me a puzzled look, until I stood, picked her up in my arms and headed for her bedroom, with her pointing to the proper one. I laid her softly on her bed, and crawling in after her, I saw her eyes widen into a pure, sweet and innocent, little girl look. At that moment, she had the single most beautiful face I have ever seen, and the lump in my throat returned as I struggled to breathe. She was so suffocatingly beautiful. As I approached her face with mine, her eyes slowly closed as I kissed her as softly as I knew how. We just moaned into each other's mouths as we kissed for what seemed like a very long time. I broke the kiss, stood and undressed to my knit boxer briefs. She sat up, and I unzipped the back of her dress, and with her help, pulled it off over her head. She reached back, undid her bra, and threw it on the floor. I pulled her stocking off, one leg at a time, and tossed them over my shoulder onto the floor without taking my eyes off her face.

Our eyes locked as I crawled back into the bed. She watched my thigh muscles flex, then my stomach muscles, and put her hands on my upper arms as I lowered myself onto her. I supported my weight on my arms, so that we would both have freedom of movement. I took her puffy nipples into my mouth one after the other, and massaged them with my tongue. This caused Holly to start breathing harder and deeper. I massage her breasts as I rested my hips on hers, and she opened her legs wide. We kissed as we rubbed our still-covered crotches against one another, and moaned into each other's mouths for a long time. We eventually broke our kiss, as she breathlessly said, "Oh ... Mi-Michael!"

I held her for a while until her she cooled down and her (and my) breathing returned to close to normal. I slid her panties off, put them to my face and breathed them in a little before discarding them. Then as I pulled off my boxer briefs, I was completely naked in bed with a girl that just some weeks ago was a dream to me. She looked into my eyes, softly and earnestly said, "Michael, I want you inside me."

I put my arms underneath her shoulder blades, flexing my chest muscles against her soft tits, adjusted my body between her legs, and slowly entered her. My beautiful "girl in the blue jean shorts" was completely mine, if only for the briefest of moments. I slid myself into her pussy all the way in one slow smooth stroke, and just left it there for a moment, holding it in as far as I could. She was shuddering ... I could feel it. She softly said ... in almost a whisper, "Michael, my body is tingling ... all over. Please make love to me." The only thing that occurred to my poor brain to reply was, "Holly you are so beautiful. I want to make love to you all night." I know, kind of lame, but she smiled and in the softest voice ever said, "Okay Michael darling."

I slid myself out a little, and then slowly back into her tight pussy. The friction was getting me close very quickly. I could feel her breathing faster and shuddering a little more, with my smooth strokes in and out of her wet silky pussy. I wanted to save myself long enough for her to get close. She came once while I was stroking in and out, and I was coming very close. As I started to pull out of her, she breathlessly whispered, "Mi-Michael ... you ... can ... come in-inside me. I w-want you to." After a few more strokes with her moaning and shuddering into another orgasm, I stiffened, pushed myself into her all the way and exploded into an orgasm I could feel in every part of my body. She shuddered again as she felt my release deep inside her. We lay in each other's arms, breathing hard, convulsing, and kissing. After a while, I rolled off Holly onto my back. We looked over at each other and laughed very satisfied laughs.

She said, "I'm hungry again Michael, let's get something to eat!" We rose, and headed into the kitchen. She threw on a t-shirt over her perfect teenaged body, and I pulled on my shorts again. She had a thought, and she sliced and buttered up a baguette, and stuck it in the oven, as she asked me to chop some tomatoes, onions, garlic and basil. These last two items are staples in the City; everyone has them. We continued to work in silence, and then had the bruschetta along with the rest of the Chianti. I did the pouring and kept little miss teenager's portion small.

We ate our bruschetta lustily, and drank our wine, laughing and giggling about everything that occurred to us. We were still coming off the endorphin high from the sex, so everything was funny. We cleaned up the kitchen, and headed for the shower. Holly went first, and as soon as she was in, she opened the curtain, and said, "Ah, Michael! It's sooo lonely in here, care to join me?" I was out of my briefs in a shot as I joined my little teen princess in the shower. We soaped ourselves up, and just rubbed and slipped as much of our bodies together as we could as I laughed and she giggled. I fucked her again in the shower, and we both came quickly. After we returned to the bedroom, we made love slowly for several hours, until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, we made a breakfast of omelets, grits, and sliced kiwis. I think it was as much playtime and cooking, but it was fun and the outcome was actually edible! We decided to walk around a little after breakfast. One of my favorite places is the neighborhood around a prominent hilltop monument. The bay side of the monument descends steeply into terraces of gardens and hundreds of steps and for my money is one of the City's prettiest places. We wound around this neighborhood, and ended up at our favorite little café a half mile away. Holly was wearing a halter-top, and tight jeans, with her red tennies. As she strode over to a table on the sidewalk, every set of male eyeballs was on her ass. I noticed this and just smiled, as I went in to order our favorite coffee drinks.

Later in the day, we went back to her flat, and she changed into her blue jean shorts, sans panties, so we could drive down to the beach, and just wade and play in the inland strait running along the top edge of the City. Our favorite orange Art Deco style bridge was in the background, making this a very good place for photos of each other, her in her jean shorts, and me in my swim trunks. We returned to the car later, and drove to an isolated spot I knew of, up behind the park, and Holly quickly lost her shorts, as she straddled me and we made love to very satisfying simultaneous orgasms, with me pulsing my juice deep inside of Holly's pussy. Holding her soft and pretty little ass in my hands was amazingly arousing as I fucked her. Back at her place, I watched Holly put on another pretty dress for dinner, and we had dinner at a nice Thai restaurant.

Holly and I played and fucked as much as we could that summer, until she moved with her roommate Sally, down south. She was working on a degree in engineering (I told you she was smart). She still writes to me occasionally, but dates one or two of her fellow engineering students. My time with Holly has passed, but I will always remember that summer with my sweet little "girl in the blue jean shorts!"




The Girl in the Blue Jean Shorts



END



The Girl in the Boat



It was bitterly cold as I left the concert hall; the still air was heavy with the frost that was just beginning to form. I walked along through the quiet streets and around me the pubs and the clubs were still full of people celebrating Christmas early. It would not be long before the revellers were slowly but forcibly disgorged into the night to make their merry way home. I hate the city at night and I wanted nothing more than to reach my parked car and head out of town for home. I wanted to be out of it before the 'stickies' got into their Astra's and 'hatches' and drunkenly made their ways back into the sticks of Cheshire. I wanted to be away from them as quickly as I could.

The concert had been uplifting, the music swelling and fulfilling, now though, outside in the cold I hurried across the tramlines towards the car park.

My route crossed one of the streams that flows tamed and soiled through the city centre. Stonewalls and buildings, tunnels and bridges guided its heavy flow as it swept darkly along to God knew where. I paused for a moment looking at the water. It seemed oily almost but for all of the seemingly viscous quality it appeared to be racing along swiftly. The street lamps gleamed dully on it, and it looked as if it should have been making a noise, but it was peculiarly silent.

Just as I was about to turn and continue I noticed something emerging from the shadows of a bridge just upstream from where I stood. Between two tall and sheerly dark buildings, blind windows out-staring each other, it came into the dim light from the silver and amber city lights.

It was a boat, a wooden one, with a tall stem post. Straight as a die it came down the middle of the stream, but the motion of the water beside it suggested that it moved slower than the river. As it left the shadow of the two buildings I saw that the boat was filled to the gunwales with white flowers - camellias or lilies or something similar - lying on them in a posture of repose was a girl. 

Early to mid-twenties was my first impression, followed rapidly by the thought that she must have been bloody cold wearing that thin, white, shiny, silk-like material. Just looking at her made me cold and I shrugged my coat up around my neck. She had long dark hair that spread out all around her shoulders, and her skin was almost as white as the flowers that surrounded her. I was just about to pass it off as a student prank, or some dumb stunt to do with Christmas, when I noticed - she was closer now - that there were two coins - pennies from the look of it - on her eyes. And for the first time, probably because the boat was now clear of the shadows, I noticed the boatman.

Okay I know that it didn't have to have been a boatman - especially as the figure was - sensibly I thought - wrapped in an all enveloping shroud and hood. What ever it was it seemed to be driving the boat along with a long pole, though as I mentioned before the boat moved more slowly than the pace of the stream. It passed under the bridge.

Ignoring the traffic, which was light, I ran across the road to the other side. As I did I noted that there was no one to be seen for hundreds of yards.

On the other side I saw the boat emerge, and I stood watching for a few more minutes until it disappeared beneath another shadow filled bridge and out of my sight. The night seemed darker and, if anything, colder, as I opened the car and got in. I waited until the engine had warmed up before I moved off with an FM radio station warming my spirit with some rock music.

I was stunned as much at my own reaction to the crash when it happened as much as to the actual event. Pulling away from a set of traffic lights an Escort slid past up the outside to make a right turn at too high a speed. For a moment I had an impression of the passenger's face as it passed me and I felt I'd seen the person before somewhere. 

The car might have made it if there had been a little more road or a bus had not been pulling away from the lights on the other side of the road. As it was the back-end of the car began to slide away on the frost slick road, and the wheels lost their grip. The Escort's driver putting his foot down - to power his way out of the situation - didn't help either and the bus caught it sideways on crushing the side.

It was as if I'd been expecting something like this - I wasn't at all surprised. 

I went to see if I could help, calling an ambulance on my mobile.

The emergency services reacted very quickly, but the passenger of the escort was dead already. 

I was helping steady the driver, who was puking his guts up by the car, and giving a policeman my version of the accident when they got her out.

As the ambulance men placed her on the stretcher for a brief moment before they covered her up, her long dark hair framed her pale, unmarked face. 

Astonishingly she looked almost as if she was asleep, and I remembered where I'd seen her earlier that night.



The Girl in the Bookstore



I glanced up at the usual heavy dinner traffic inside the restaurant and to the television monitor that showed the drive-thru line backed up full. The pace had picked up slowly and there was no confusion; I had a good crew; we all knew it and liked working together. Every one of them saw my glance, knew what it meant and smiled in return. We got it handled, no problem.

The newest member, a tiny bright eyed, pony-tailed teaser, made another move, sliding her body across the back of me as I leaned forward against the counter to give her room to go by without touching.

Something was wrong with my life. Terribly wrong and I knew it, I just didn't know what and why. A buzzer and blinking red light went off over the French Fryer; grease level low, my job.

I turned the buzzer off, fixed the problem as another girl, with me for almost a year waited. I smiled at her. "Tell the new girl I'm married or gay or something, okay?"

She smiled and nodded but went quickly back to work as the orders piled up while she had to wait.

A year ago I would have snapped the new girl up in a few days; cornered her somewhere, make a little pass and go from there. Not anymore. I just didn't seem to care and I really don't understand.

I managed to get through high school, barely. I know the teachers gave me a break because I was a Jock and everybody likes a winning team and I was pretty good at all of the sports. That's kind of who I was, all the way through. I dated almost every pretty girl in school and a lot from nearby towns that we went to for sports events. I had a good time in school, never thought it would ever end...but it did.

I still live at home with both parents; they don't seem to mind and we get along fine. I even chip in a little bit with money but they never take it, put it in an account for me. I kept the job I had had off and on through school and got promoted to shift manager with a little more money, everything seemed to be going along all right, but I wasn't going anywhere, had no direction.

There was a girl. We had known each other forever, friends and then lovers; it was the first time for both of us, and even though it wasn't ever said, I thought we both decided we would be together. Then I started going out and so did she and then...it just wasn't the same anymore.

She went off to college and so did most of the people I grew up with. More school just didn't seem like what I wanted to do, even with athletic scholarships, it didn't appeal to me. I still don't know exactly why.

Recruiters from every branch of the Military were all over the place and I thought about joining. Both mom and dad were against the war going on in the Middle East. I think that influenced me; I don't really know. I didn't want to get my ass shot off for any reason anyway.

I thought about getting an apartment, I could afford it, but I just saved money instead. The folks bought me a new truck for graduation; I knew it was money they had saved for years to pay for college. I felt bad about it, but they wanted me to have my own dependable ride.

The rush peaked and ebbed, the next shift came on; I stood before the mirror in the bathroom after I washed off a bit, always had to shower, the smell of hamburgers and grease soaked in after a few hours. The mirror looked back at me. Not a bad looking guy; short sandy hair, firm jaw, nice lines, blue eyes; girls seemed to like my large build and developed shoulders. I always worked out, kept in shape, even in the summer.

Something was really wrong. What?

Nothing changed. Day after day, week after week. I worked, I ate, I watched the tube, I slept and did it all over again. Sometimes a weekend drive, just for new scenery. I had gone a hundred miles in every direction so even that diversion lost its charm.


I started walking to work and back, sometimes taking detours and other routes just to see up close the place I grew up in and couldn't seem to leave. Something is not right.

I always carried a backpack with just one strap over my shoulder. Bottles of water, something to snack on from the restaurant, not much else, gave me things to do with my hands as I walked.

Another day, another shift over, another walk back home.

I must have been deep in thought about something because I almost walked right over her. He startled eyes were on mine as I blushed and looked up and apologized.

"No harm done. You didn't even see me. No one ever notices me."

I just blinked and thought.

"You don't even recognize me!" Her face showed the words.

I took a step back and looked closer. I could see why. 'Average', was the word that came to mind but I didn't say it.

"Should I?" I offered a smile and a little tilt of my head.

She lowered her eyes. "We went to the same schools all our lives, I know who you are."

I took another step back and looked again. Glasses, a round face, non descript brown hair, average height, a fluffy full skirt and blouse and a little sweater vest that covered small breasts. I still had no idea who she was.

I know my face colored, I settled the backpack on my shoulder and put both hands, palm up in front of me. "I am sorry, but I just don't remember seeing you ever before."

Her eyes filled and that hurt me for some reason and left me completely confused as to what to do next.

I muttered, "I'm sorry..." I stepped to one side and took a step ahead to walk past her and away from the feelings I was having.

I heard a little grunt from her and saw determination and embarrassment on her face. She took a step sideways, blocking me.

I just blinked at her and took another step sideways in the other direction. She blocked me again, blushing deeply this time.

I didn't know what to do or say. I glanced back over my shoulder, I could just turn around and go the other way.

"Don't leave. Please."

The look and the voice was plaintive and I felt pain for the second time since I had first seen her.

"I...I've never done anything like this before."

I could barely hear her words.

She nodded off to the side. "I work here, at the bookshop."

I looked over. I didn't even know there was a bookshop there, never noticed.

"Uh, what do you want?" It was all I could think to say.

She took a deep breath. "I don't know. For you to notice me just once, to look at me..."

My turn to take a deep breath and look at her again. As I did, she removed her glasses and let her hair down and shook it from side to side.

"I'm not very pretty, but I'm not ugly or anything, no warts on my nose."

I felt the smile as it came to my face and watched her face brighten. She had a round face that was pleasant. She wore no make-up. No jewelry, not even ear-rings. But her eyes were wide set and looked to be a green, light blue, that seemed to shift and change.

"I think you look nice, very nice." 

"But not someone you would ask out or anything. No one ever asked me to go anywhere, not once." She dropped her eyes again.

That didn't fit in my head. "You've never been on a date with a guy, never?"

"No one ever asked me."

It still didn't register. "Why didn't you, uh, let somebody know you wanted them to ask you?"

"I don't do things like that; it's supposed to be up to the guy to ask."

More girls asked me out or let me know they wanted to go out than I ever asked, I could just tell and take my pick.

I think she saw my blank look and confusion.

"I'm going to college." Her voice was very quiet.

I frowned. "If we are in the same class...we graduated over a year ago..."

"I'm waiting for something to happen." She looked up and away as another car passed by.

I was puzzled. "What?"

Quiet voice again. "I can't tell you."

I thought...this is probably the longest conversation I ever had with a girl; what did that mean?

"Why not?"

"Can't."

Something was happening inside my head. I was feeling something for the first time in a long time, I just couldn't figure what it was.

I looked into her eyes. "Ya wanna go somewhere for a coke, coffee, you hungry? Something to eat?"

Her eyes were full to brimming. "You're asking me to go somewhere with you, with you? Really?"

I shook my head slowly. It had never been a big thing to go somewhere with a girl, I been doing it forever, what is the problem?

"You don't want to go?"

"I have to close the shop in a little while..."

I stood there for a moment and thought.

She put her glasses back on and turned to go back inside the bookstore.

"Wait!"

She stopped and turned back to me.

"I just got off work. I'm all smelly from the joint. If I go take a shower and come back, will you go out to dinner with me?"

She lowered her face and I could not see her eyes.

"Yes. About an hour, a little less?"

"I'll be back."

She looked up at me and I saw.

"I promise."

She smiled and went through the doorway.

I took long steps and walked quickly towards home. I stopped going out with anyone over six months ago. All the girls seemed the same. No not true; none of them seemed real. Sex, if I wanted it. A weekend and sometimes they even offered to pay. One after another and never the same one twice. Why? What does it all mean anymore? I wish I knew.

My mom seemed to notice.

"You have a smile on your face!"

"I'm going out in a while?"

"With a...girl?"

"Yeah."

"What's her name? Who is she?"

I didn't have a clue. "Works at a bookshop...we, uh, ran into each other. I asked her out to dinner."

My mother beamed. "Good. Seems like you've been hiding in your room for months, I was getting worried."

"Thanks, mom." I gave her a hug.

I showered and shampooed and as I stepped out and began to dry off, I felt a little tingle of anticipation and...something else. I don't know when I decided to stop going out or how long it would last or even why. As I was shaving I kept thinking. But now I was going out with the kind of girl I had never dated before. And I knew nothing about her.

What should I wear? Where should I take her? Where would she like to go? Something was really different. Even in school, I knew everything before hand, had it all pretty much planned out.

She had been wearing a skirt. I should dress up a little bit at least, but what? Damn.

I couldn't believe how nervous I suddenly became as I pulled up in front of the bookshop. I was relieved to see a face and a hand waving through the door as I looked and then the 'Open' sign changed to, 'Closed', she had been waiting for me, I think.

Then I thought, Oh! I should get out and open the door for her and I never did that for any girl before. Hmmm. What did that mean?

I barely made it to the sidewalk before the door to the shop opened and she came out, smiled and turned to lock the door. I opened the truck door and held it as she turned and walked toward me.

I looked at her and smiled. Something had changed. A little lip color, some eye shadow, no glasses but still a tentative, uncertain smile.

We were both a little awkward when I touched her for the first time as I handed her into the truck and then closed the door.

Awkward again as we buckled up and looked at each other. "You did something to your face and...you don't need glasses?"

She smiled. "Contacts, but he lighting in the shop irritates my eyes, so I take them off."

Somehow the fading sunlight, shadows in the truck, something, gave her face an entirely different appearance; I felt a little gasp inside which I hoped didn't show, she was beaming.

"Where would you like to go? What would you like for dinner?"

She smiled at me. "You look nice. You dressed up a little. Ah, that's up to you, isn't it?"

Usually I took girls to a Pizza Place or chicken or taco's, fast food in and out. Somehow that didn't seem right.

My turn to be awkward and hesitant. "Uh, I would like to take you someplace really nice, but I don't know where that would be, any suggestions?"

She blushed. "My folks like to eat out a lot. What kind of food do you like?"

"Doesn't matter to me, I eat anything. What do you like? What is your favorite food."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, and I can pay for it, so no worries. What do you like?"

She blushed again. "I love Prawns and big deep fried shrimp, all kinds of seafood..."

I smiled at her. "Great! You know a good place?"

She directed me and it was only about ten minutes away. I felt intimidated the moment we walked in the door to the plush entrance way. She seemed to sense it and slipped her hand under my arm and clung on as the hostess approached.

"Good evening Sir, table for two?"

"Yes ma'am." What the hell else would it be?

She led us to a table. The girl on my arm, damn, I didn't even ask her name, shook her head and pointed, we were led to another table and seated.

She was apologetic. "Sorry. That other table was in traffic from both the kitchen and the bathroom..."

Oh? I never even noticed or thought of such things, a table is a damned table.

Some kind of look was on my face I guess and she saw it.

She blushed and lowered her eyes. "I think I did and said the wrong thing, it wasn't my place."

I wanted to reach out and touch her but I didn't. "No, it was. I don't go to fancy places very much, I'm glad you did, ah, and I apologize, would you tell me your name? I really should know; I'm sorry."

She smiled and a strange look crossed her face. "I'm Lori, Lori Johnson, Mike, and I saw every game you ever played in, just like a hundred other girls. And I know you don't know every girl's name in the whole school, how could you?"

"Cocktails before dinner, Sir, Madam?"

The waiter's voice startled us both; I looked at her.

"Coke...with ice."

"Two large Cokes with ice, please."

"Yes, Sir."

There was that awkward silence again. She didn't chatter and jabber like every girl I ever knew before, and I had no idea what to say.

Our drinks arrived and we each took a sip, looked up and both blushed when our eyes met.

I cleared my throat. "So...why didn't you head off for college after graduation like everybody else did?"

She colored again and looked down, avoiding my eyes.

"Still won't tell me?"

"Nope...sorry, silly, I know, but I just can't. Why didn't you 'head off' for college?"

I looked away. "I had enough school, don't want to sit in classrooms all day anymore."

I glanced at her, she was intently studying my face. 

"What do you want to do, then?"

As if I hadn't asked myself that same question a million times. "I don't know. I wish I did."

She seemed to read my face. That in itself was something new.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I seem to keep saying the wrong thing. I'll try to keep my mouth shut."

I looked at her face. "You didn't say the wrong thing, ah, Lori. I wish I knew. Once I found out I was good at sports, that's what I did, all the time, played it, studied it, watched it, lived it. I guess I thought I would always do that...but...something changed and I don't know what is was. I had a dozen scholarships to play I could have taken, but I just didn't want to do all of it in another school. I never enjoyed the classes, just went because I had to."

Her eyes were wide and her face unreadable, at least to me. "Oh. Ah, I just thought everyone knew what they wanted to do in life and I don't know what to say?"

I liked her. I liked the honesty in her voice and the pure, unpretended look on her face, she said she didn't understand and showed it; I don't think I had ever seen that before.

Another waiter appeared with menu's that he placed before us. "Order what you like and order two of the same thing."

She blushed. "My dad always orders a rare steak and I snitch a few bites..."

"Order me a steak."

"You sure?"

"Yup."

She did. 

Then the awkward silence began. I knew she didn't want to say something wrong, in her eyes, and I didn't have a clue as to what to say. I know she's a lot smarter than I am, I can feel it but it doesn't make me feel bad, just curious.

"Uh, Lori, ah, what are you going to study in college?"

She smiled and colored a little. "Ah, I didn't know what to say either, Mike, thank you. Would you believe that I am not really sure? That is part of the reason I decided to take some time before going."

She stopped talking and looked at me. I just blinked for a moment and tried to think, to understand what that look was supposed to mean. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to put a question on my face. "Uh, can you explain that?"

I think I finally startled her, or something. Her eyes widened and her face changed and her hands moved nervously on the table top.

"Uhh, I guess I am a pretty private person, Mike. I don't talk about things with my parents very much, what I'm thinking, really thinking; and I never had a real close 'best friend', kind of girl friend, and no one ever really asked me before. Do you really want me to try to explain what I feel?"

Something began welling up inside me and I knew I had to turn away from her before it spilled out all over my face. I took a a deep breath. I have never met anyone like her in my whole life. She just puts it all out there, holds nothing back and, it is just....just...I don't know a word to put to it, I could feel her honesty and openness and I was lost for how to understand it, any of it.

I turned my head back, but kept my eyes from hers. "Yeah, I'd like to know, if you don't mind?"

"You turned away. I thought I said something wrong again."

"You didn't, Lori, I was just thinking, I would like you to tell me, if you would.?"

I looked up. Her eyes were closed.

"Since as long as I can remember, I wanted to grow up and be a Doctor; you know, help people, make them feel better and get them well. I always had stray kittens and birds that I tended and took care of, and pets of all kinds look after. Pretended I was already a Doctor and taking care of everything and everyone that needed help."

She looked at me with another look I had no understanding of.

"I was big when I was a kid. Heavy. Chubby. Well, fat I guess is what everyone thought, and not very pretty. But I knew that being a Doctor it didn't matter what you looked like, just that you could help people. I don't know."

She paused and looked into my eyes. I don't know what she saw there, but she smiled a funny little smile.

"I got boobs early. Not much, but enough that people noticed and it felt really strange. And, then, well, I got my period and I don't know what happened, but I started growing and losing weight and even guys were looking at me like they never did before.


"But I didn't know how to deal with it. So I just kind of hid out and tried not to be noticed at all."

She paused and I was trying to find something to say when a waiter came up and placed dishes and silverware on the table before each of us.

She was right. I never gave a second glance to fat girls or even fat guys, never even thought of them at all.

Then they brought little bread sticks and ice water and offered to refill drinks and the conversation went away as our dinners were served.

I took a few bites of seafood and cut the steak, good; red and bloody inside, the way I like it and then looked up at her.

She seemed like a different person. Gone was the reserved quiet girl I had met. Her face was animated as she tasted and chewed and swallowed and sighed and made little pleasure sounds with each new taste and texture. I just looked on in awe.

She looked up and not at my face, but at the gaping wound I had made in the Fillet. I smiled and sliced off a good sized bite, put it on my fork and held it out to her.

Another look I did not understand. "Dad would just, uh, hand me the fork?"

Then I said something I still do not understand. "I want to feed it to you."

Her eyes were startled but she leaned forward and let me put the piece of meat in her mouth. She closed her eyes and chewed and tasted and swallowed.




The Girl In the Bookstore  Ch. 3



Time seemed to stand still for Kim and myself, she spent as many as three nights a week at my place, and once in a while we would turn my office into our own little love nest. I never regreted giving Kim a job at the books store. One evening after the store closed and Kim and I had finished our "inventory" , she leaned on her elbow and told me something that I didn't bother to think about but should have. "We have a problem honey." I looked over at Kim and asked what the problem might be. "I believe that your sister Terry knows about us." Kim let me digest that information for a moment. I moved to the couch where Kim sat,and while I replied with measured tones I ran my fingers over Kim's hard nipples. "It wouldn't surprise me honey, my sister Terry isn't blind." Pushing my hand away from her breasts gently she sat up and asked, "What do you plan to do about it if anything?" I shrugged my shoulders and answered her question with a question. "What would you like me to do?" Kim said nothing for a moment. I had a secret that I knew would have to come out, and now was the time to tell her all. "I think it's time we came out into the open." Kim said softly. By now my fingers were stroking her cum covered pussy and I could see that Kim was once again enjoying the pleasures of arrousal. "Christ, you sure know how to get my motor going don't you." she sighed and kissed me. "So you really want our relationship out in the open Kim?" I asked. "God!Yes!" Kim moaned as she held my hand between her legs. "Now make me cum again love. Hurry!"  

I was happy that Kim and I were going to be open about our relationship from now on, but the secret I had could break my relationship off and I didn't want to loose Kim since I felt sure that Kim would now have objections about ever being seen with me once my secret was out in the open. "There is one small item that you should know Kim, before you really say yes to going out with me." I said, my fingers were working her pussy hard. I started with the truth, it was the only way to go. "The reason my sister Terry suspects that something at all is that before my sister married, my sister and I used to fool around with each other,she was the first female I ever saw naked." Kim looked me straight in the eye and said,"You're kidding me, you fucked your sister?" I could see that this was going well. I continued my finger work. Kim was writhing with pleasure. "No Kim, I didn't fuck her, we used to just get each other off that's all." Kim didn't slap my hand away so I kept going. "Ok, out with it, tell me what you did." Kim's breathing became harsher her voice thicker, her body undulating more and more. Kim was turned on by my admission of having an affair with my sister! I took a deep breath and told her how one afternoon my sister accidently walked in to our bathroom not knowing that I was just getting out of the shower and how I left the bathroom door unlocked by accident. "It's all true Kim, you can ask my sister if you want." Kim groaned and said, "You still didn't tell me what you two did. Oh dam, make me cum honey and tell me all, then put your cock inside me again, I'm heating up." Kim's body arched off the couch. 

I now told Kim how I forgot to lock the bathroom door one afternoon while I was in the shower and when I opened the shower door there was my sister, her bathrobe already half open ready to hit the shower herself. "Oh, Shit!" We said as one. I know my face was red hot. Until that moment I had never seen a naked female up close, it was a dream come true, and my cock was rock hard just from seeing my sister's near naked body. It was to late for me to cover up so I just stood there looking dumb and Terry was the first to speak. "Well, well, I see my little brother really isn't so little anymore is he?" I still couldn't find my voice. I did see a strange look in my sister's eyes. "Do you know how to play with your cock there Sean?" Terry's voice had become huskier sounding. "Care to do a little masterbation for me?" She went on. "Humm, I believe your better hung than my boyfriend." She told me as she reached out to carress my cock. I squirmed like a worm stuck on a hook. Terry seemed happy just to stroke my cock. Terry chuckled and told me that she now wanted to see me to cum. Then I did something bold, I pulled my sister to me and I kissed her full on the lips, my hard cock pressed against her naked belly and I pushed her partly opened bathrobe from her shoulders much to my surprise Terry didn't pull away. "Not bad little brother, now I'll show you how to kiss." With one motion, Terry slid her tongue into my mouth while she guided my hands to her breasts. With a sigh my sister said, "You're an eager beaver aren't you?" I found my voice. "Who wouldn't be after seeing you naked sis." Kim's body shuddered as I drove my finger deeper into her pussy, Kim climaxed before I could finish my story. "Finish your story, you promised." Kim sighed as she licked my juice covered finger. "Are you sure?" I responded. Kim just looked at me and said nothing, so I went on. I told Kim that my sister stepped away from her fallen bathrobe and we now stood in front of each other completly naked. Terry asked me to get on my knees and to put my mouth on her pussy which I did then Terry held my face between her legs and she moaned, "Oh my Sean! Lick my pussy harder! Make me cum!" My sister had to lean against the sink and she dug her fingers into my scalp while my tongue licking up her salty pussy juices till she climaxed after which she had me strech out on the floor where she started to suck my cock. "If you promise never to tell anyone, I want us to do this again Sean, often." Terry told me in between mouths full of my cock. I gave her my word. Terry sucked my cock till I came in her mouth. I watched her take it all when she was finished she licked her lips happily. After that day when ever we could find time we would get together and have our special cum party. Terry loved to have me cum on her body or in her mouth, but I never did get the chance to penitrate her, she wouldn't let me. My story was finished, Kim didn't say a word but she bent over and took my cock into her mouth and started to suck on it slowly until I eventually came. Her only words were, "You like the way I suck your cock?" My only answer was a groan of pleasure. 

The next night I returned home late only to find my sister Terry sitting in the kitchen. "Hi, what brings you around tonight sis?" I asked. Terry shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Kim asked me to come by after work for some drinks." Terry was looking real good this night, she was wearing a tight tank-top and I wanted to reach over and fondel her breasts just the way I use to do. "Honey! Your home!" Kim entered the room with a big smile wearing one of my shirts with the buttons left undone and her firm legs exposed and the shirt did little to hide her perfect breasts, and no panties. "I was just telling your sister about us." Kim went on after she gave me a long hard kiss. "I think that's great you two." Terry said with a half smile. I instinctively brushed my hand against her cheek I could feel Terry shudder and I saw Kim nodding her head giving me the ok to kiss my sister which I did full on the mouth and Terry's response kisses were warm and eager. "Oh, Sean! It's been so long." she sighed as I moved my hands over her breasts. "What are you doing Sean? What about Kim? We shouldn't be doing this again." My sister said as her breathing quickened. "I can't help myself around you sis, plus Kim wants to watch." I told Terry as I lifted her shirt off. Terry didn't resist, she thrust her breasts out and begged for me to play with them the way I used to before she married. "Pull on my nipples hard honey, you remember how." She sighed. "You know what this means don't you sis?" I asked as I lifted her bra from her chest. "Yes, I do Sean, yes I do." Terry ground her ass against my crotch. 

Kim was eager to participate, since it was my girl from the bookstore who made it all possible I had no objections at all. Kim reached out and undid my sister's pants and pulled them from her writhing hips making sure that Terry's panties went with them. I could see that my sister still kept her pubic hair trimed real close and I moved my hand lovingly over it making Terry groan. "Oh Sean! I've missed this so much." Kim in the meantime moved behind me and undid my pants pulling them off me along with my underpants exposing my hard on for all to see. I noticed that Kim had a very big smile on her face as she watched me slide my finger into Terry's pussy. "That's it lover." Kim said happily. "Let's see you and your sister have some fun. Make her cum for me." Then sitting in front of my sister and I she started to play with herself.

Terry groaned and shivered as my finger went to work on her pussy,Terry's ass was practically glued to the chair as she gasped out, "Sean, I'm going to cum! Oh my God!! Suck my pussy, hurry!" I quickly got on my knees and started licking Terry's pussy, I could feel her fingers dig into my hair as my tongue flicked away at her clit and I knew it wouldn't be much longer till she climaxed. Terry was wound up real tight. "Yes! Sean, I need you! Hurry!" Terry groaned as her body bucked and heaved in the chair, then to my surprise I saw Kim move behind Terry and start to play with my sister's nipples. Terry was so lost in sexual ecstacy she didn't mind my girlfriend's manipulation of her breasts, she wanted Kim to pull on her nipples harder. "Oh, my, ahhh! Sean! I'm cumming!" Terry's body rocked in the chair as she reached her orgasim just the way I remembered, holding my head to her pussy so I could taste all of her juices. Once I finished my last lick of her pussy I bent close to my sister's ear and whispered. "You know it's finally time don't you sis?" Terry nodded her head and said softly, "Yes, I know honey, it's time at last." 

Our moment of truth arrived, I moved my cock towards my sister's waiting pussy, Terry looked on as I moved my cock over her soaking pussy but she had no plans on stopping me, she knew that we were going further than we ever dreamed of. Terry made only a small noise I as pushed my cock inside of her, "Ah!" She said as my cock was engulfed in her warm damp cunt. I loved the feel of her muscles as they grasped at my cock, and it felt even better as I ground my hips against her while she lifted her body towards mine. Terry gasped out heatedly, "Oh, Sean do it slow, you're cock is filling me up inside. I like this a whole lot!" I could feel her fingers tickle my balls as she coaxed me towards my climax. "Time for good little brothers to cum." My sister said quietly. 

It is hard for me to describe the feeling I had when I started to pump my cock into my sister, but I know she liked it when she wrapped her legs around my hips and kept pulling me towards her, pushing my cock deep inside of her. "Now honey." Terry gasped as she pulled me hard against her, "Cum for me now Sean." I started to cum just as I saw Kim bend over Terry's face and kiss her full on the lips. Terry had eagerly responded to the sexual stimulation from Kim and myself. I was now spent but Kim and Terry seemed to be hungry for more.

        I guess I'm no diferent than a lot of other men, I have often dreamed of seeing two women "get it on." and now it was actually happening right in front of me. I could see that Kim was firmly in control of the situation as she continued to manipulate Terry's breasts while she now sat astride my sister's lap getting my sister to suck on her breasts or exchanging long hard kisses. I watched as Kim and Terry moved to the floor and Kim and Terry were breast to breast grinding against one another on the floor and I sat near them wishing that my cock would get hard again and that I could be in between them and that they would take turns sucking my cock. I groaned as I watched Kim guide my sister's face between her legs and I groaned even louder when I heard Kim let out a sigh of excitement as Terry's tongue went to work on her clit. "Faster Terry, faster!" I heard Kim tell my sister. To my surprise Terry complied, I seemed recall that my sister was always the dominant one when we first did our thing, but now she willingly submited to instructions from my girlfriend. Terry had changed, from my point of view I liked the change. It was the first time I actually got to see my girlfriend climax. I loved the way her body tensed and arched, then shook with sexual explosions and then the satisfied smile on her face as her body relaxed, I knew that I loved her and that I loved my sister as well. Kim and Terry carressed each other after Kim's climax their lips touched each others gently before Kim beckoned me over to join them which I did. 

Kim, Terry and I traded kisses, and I won't deny that their breasts pressing against me had me excited and I must have said out loud how I wish my cock was hard again. Terry looked over at Kim and with a hint of a smile said, "Kim, I'm fairly sure I remember how to get my brother hard again, what do you think? Should we?" Kim responded "Mmm, I love Sean when his cock gets hard." And they both started to run their tongues up and down my limp shaft and I could feel something stirring inside, they were doing it! My cock was slowly returning to life. It was a dream come true for me, I was praying that I would not wake up and find that it was just that, one long wet dream.   



The Girl In the Bookstore Part 1



There's something special about summer, it's when the warm weather brings out the girls in their tank tops, bikini's and other sexy outfits that can turn any man's head. Which is why I like my bookstore so near the beach, all kinds of girls stop in their bodies glistening with tanning lotion or beads of water rolling down their bodies since they had just gotten out of the water. The only draw back of course is I don't always have time to check them out the way I would like.

My life was changed forever one very hot afternoon when a young girl walked up to the counter looking for help. "Excuse, me could you help me find a book on..." she gave me the name of the book. I was unable to find it but I told her I would have a copy in about 2 days. The girl gave me her name. "My name is Kim, I need the book for my college course." I cleared my throat and told her my name was Sean and that I owned the store. Kim smiled, I took a good look at her, she was wearing a tight T-shirt that came a quarter of the way down her thighs. I could see her bikini top through the thin shirt material, she had great legs with long, taut muscles and slender calves. She had brown hair that hung to her shoulder it framed her smooth face, she had blue eyes that seemed to glow at everything. I told her that I would call her when the book arrived.

The book came in a day early, so I called her number and asked for Kim. "This is Kim, I know your voice, your Sean from the bookstore." I was glad she answered the phone and not her parents. "Your book is in Kim." I informed her. I almost fainted when I heard her tell me to call her anytime. I told her that I would be glad to call anytime. "I'll be in to get my book shortly." She informed me before she hung up.

I could have sworn that I had just hung up when in the door walked Kim. On this day she was wearing a hot tight looking tank-top which pressed against her breasts and she had on a pair of hot looking shorts that showed how firm her legs really were along with her firm looking body. When she finished paying for the book, I asked if she would care to have a soda or some coffee with me over at the cafe that I had in the store. I was pleased that she said yes. This was the start of something different Kim and I would meet like this two or three times a week, by the third week she actually touched my hand. 

I didn't see Kim for several days after our last meeting, I knew I had no right to feel anything for her after all I was older than she was and we joked about it a few times she told me she liked my gray hair, "It looks great on you Sean." I buried my head in my work, Then one night just as I was ready to close the store I heard the door bang open and it was Kim calling out my name. "Sean are you here? Please be here, I need help." I moved quickly to the front of the store and saw Kim was in a very disheveled state. "What's wrong Kim?" I asked. Kim let out a short sob, "My boyfriend, Mark just tried to rape me."

"Is he still outside?" I demanded. Kim nodded her head yes. I brought her to the back where there is a couch and I told her to sit tight and call the police. I gave her my cell phone, remembering my old military training I went out the back of the store, it didn't take me long to find this Mark, he was calling for Kim without let up. I gave him one quick punch to the kidney and he was down for the count. I whispered in his ear, "The police are on their way asshole, and this is my only warning, you ever try to hurt that girl or any other girl in this town I will find you, do you understand?" Mark nodded his head yes. I pulled him off the ground and told him to get out. He whined about his car and I told him he should be glad he's only loosing a car. When the police arrived I told them the story and they towed the car. Mark would be in jail by 10:00 pm.

I went back into the store and found Kim still on the couch reading and I told her what went on outside and this made her laugh. I could see that Kim's T-shirt was ripped at the shoulder and I also noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, I could see her smallish breasts jiggle about as she moved. I went to get her some water and a fresh store T-shirt. "Your's is ripped." I pointed out as I sat next to her. Kim told me what happened, I found myself stroking her hair. Kim didn't move, she turned to face me and said, "Thank you, Sean for all of your help." I told her it was no problem at all. Then I got up the nerve to kiss her on the lips. I was very surprised when she didn't jump off the couch. We started tentatively pecking at each other's lips, then our kissing became more intense with Kim putting her arms around my neck.

I swallowed my surprise and I heard Kim repeat between kisses, "Thank you, Sean." Kim kept her eyes closed. I got a little bolder and I started to move my hand up and down her side each time moving closer to her breasts and then contact! I felt her try to brush my hand away but not with a lot of effort, she then took my hand and put it under her shirt so I could feel her naked breasts. My hand started kneading her breast and Kim let out a sigh of relief? Happiness? Kim was thrusting her breasts towards me as I rolled a nipple between my fingers. My next move was even bolder, I started to remove her T-shirt exposing her small but beautiful breasts, her nipples were erect and hard. Kim let out a soft "Oh!" As I kissed each breast circulating my tongue around each nipple. "Sean! Ahh!" Kim moaned as my hand stole down to her crotch and started to rub against it gently but firmly, she started to lift her whole body towards me as she became more aroused. 

Kim's undulating body was driving me wild, I undid her shorts and pushed them down off of her hips, I noticed that she had very small tan lines and that her pussy was nearly hairless. I started to slide my finger in and out of her pussy. Kim gasped and moaned and her body writhed wildly with each plunge of my finger. When I moved my face between her legs and started to lick her pussy it made Kim cry out softly, "Yes! Sean! Oh my!" As I flicked my tongue in and out of her pussy tickling her clit. I kept my hands busy by tweaking her nipples which made her wilder with passion. Kim dragged her fingernails across my back as she went through her waves of ecstasy, then she dug them into my arms as she reached her climax. Kim's body heaved and shuddered as her orgasm hit with the force of a speeding train. "Oh, God! Mmmm", Kim said as she came back to earth. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I started to move myself into position over Kim and I heard her gasp as she saw my engorged cock.

I don't have a super size cock by any means, it looks big when it's fully erect and I moved it towards Kim's pussy. I slowly pushed it in and Kim gasped in pain, "Sean, it's so big, it won't fit."

"Sure it will." I replied, and pushed my cock it in a little further Kim gasped again until it was in all the way and I started to pump my cock in and out of her slowly letting her get used to my cock being inside of her. We were both sweating now and we had found a nice rhythm as she undulated her body as I moved in and out of her. Kim was smiling as I pumped away and she was encouraging me when she tickled my balls with her fingers. That was enough, I groaned and felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as I ejaculated. I pumped even harder as the orgasm shook me from head to toe. Kim held on to my ass the entire time. I rolled to the side as my body returned to earth. I almost couldn't look Kim in the eyes when she stroked my cheek and said, "It's ok Sean really. I had hopes of making love to you, maybe not this way, but just the same."

"Even though I'm old enough to be your father?" I asked. Kim smiled at me and told me that it didn't matter to her about my age. Kim let me watch while she dressed. I gave her one of the store T-shirts to wear and she gladly put it on. Kim also wanted me to take her home and I told her that I would. This was going to be a very interesting summer.



The Girl In the Bookstore Part 2



It has now been several days since Kim and I made love in the back of my bookstore and as I half expected, I didn't see her again there was no reason for her to ever return to the scene of the crime as it were. I really started to worry about what she would do after I dropped her off at her house, did she decide to turn me in because it appeared that I might have forced myself on her, or did she plan to make me sweat before she dropped the hammer on me. I was doing my best to keep my mind on my work and that wasn't easy since I kept picturing Kim's naked body writhing with unbridled passion as my tongue caressed each part of her firm young body and how it seemed to me that she willingly accepted my advances. So, you can see why I found it hard to concentrate on my work.

I guessed that six days had passed since that night, I finally convinced myself that the cops were not going to show but neither was Kim. So what happened just before the store was ready to close one night? Kim walked in the door with a big smile on her face wearing a shirt that was knotted just above her stomach and a tight fitting pair of cargo shorts that exposed those beautifully tanned, firm legs and thighs of hers that I remember kissing and stroking the last time I saw them.. "Hello stranger, long time no see." I said by way of a greeting. Kim didn't even blink, why should she, Kim held all the cards and we both knew it. 

"Hi, babe, I know I wasn't around because I had to go to my grandma's for a few days and I'm very sorry I know that I should have called, but I never got the chance because of my family." Kim gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I did sneak away from my grandparents twice to find something you might really like to see on me, it's in the bag here." Kim informed me as she held up the bag, I could also see that she had no plan to show it to me at the moment. While I closed out the books for the night Kim prowled around the store eager for us to be together, but not liking the silence she asked, "Do you want to go to the movies tonight?" I looked at her as if she might have lost her mind. 

"Are you serious? The two of us?" Kim laughed "Do you have a problem with that? Don't you want to be seen with me?" She asked. "Not really Kim, I was thinking about our age differences." I replied. Her retort was to the point, "I told you before, that you're being older was not important to me, besides it didn't seem to stop you from making love to me the first time as I recall." Then she showed me that she meant business by gently touching my crotch. That settled the matter for me real quick. Kim told me that her parents dropped her off. "I told them that I was spending the night with my girlfriend Shelly, and that we were going to stop here first before going to the movies. Shelly promised me that there would be no problem covering for me. So we have all night." 

Kim put her arm through mine as we walked to my car. "Didn't you already have a boyfriend?" I asked. "Don't be silly honey, you are my one and only boyfriend he was just a date that tried to rape me remember?" I sighed replying, "And you say what I did to you wasn't rape?" Kim looked me dead in the eye and told me point blank, "If I had thought that it had been rape would I have let you go as far as you did? I felt that we were both ready for what happened, we both wanted to do what we did. 

Hell, you probably wanted to get into my pants since you first met me and to tell you the truth I wanted to let you do it too, and don't think you can kid yourself my love, I wouldn't have come back here, I would have had the cops arrest you." Kim guided my hand to her breast and told me that she loved me and that we would have a great night out and an even better night in.

I can't say that I remember the name of the movie that Kim picked to see, after all my mind was on Kim's great body and how it might look in the item she bought but wouldn't show me. While I paid for the tickets, Kim found us two seats in the empty balcony and as soon as we were settled in Kim started kissing me. I couldn't resist her overtures, Kim had captured my will power, I was her's forever and she knew it. In between kisses she told me that after that first time she wasn't sure what she would do. "I thought I might tell my parents or the police, but then I realized just how much I really loved our first time together, from the way you touched me and made me feel whole, I wanted more. I decided not to say a word to anyone ever, until I saw you again that is. It did kind of scare me a little at first, after all it was my first experience with "real sex." I cleared my throat then I told Kim I was very glad she came back. 

"I missed you so much Kim, dam I had all kinds of hot wet dreams about you." This made Kim happy, I was reasonably sure she blushed but it was just a shade to dark to tell. As the movie started I could just make out the smile on her face as I heard a zipper being undone, her hand took mine and placed it inside her pants and placed it against her pussy. " I didn't come here for any old movie darling." Kim sighed. I could feel that she had shaved the pubic hair from her pussy since our first encounter I could feel the stubble of new growth as my fingers started to rub against her clit and she let out a soft moan. "Mmm, I've waited many days for this, I don't want to wait anymore." It didn't take me long to get her juices flowing and I watched as she lifted her hips off the chair driving my finger deeper into her pussy. 

"Ah! Oh! Mmm! Sean!" I could feel the dampness of her pussy as I slid my finger in and out of her, then I put a second finger in which made her grunt and breath harder. "Sean darling, oh God! Hurry, make me cum!" she cried out as she climaxed. Kim's body arched, a long low moan escaped from her as she clamped my hand hard between her legs not wanting to let my hand go, as she slowly recovered from her climax Kim took my fingers and as she licked them clean a beautiful smile appeared on her face. 

Kim had another surprise, "Take me back to your house please, I have something very special for you." I didn't wait for a second invitation. The two of us left the theater without ever seeing how the movie ended or even cared for that matter and headed for my house. When we entered the house Kim asked to use the bathroom so I showed her where it was. As for myself I went to get a small glass of wine for each of us and headed for the bedroom. This would be a great night. 

The lights in the house were dim when Kim stepped out of the bathroom and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. "Oh, wow!" I said as she moved towards me. Kim was backlit by the hall light. Kim was wearing a very thin red negligee that flowed over her body like a waterfall clinging to her in all the right places, it especially clung to her swelling breasts the way water rolls over a rock in a stream. Kim had on a pair of panties that were virtually see through, plus she was wearing a half bra that left her nipples exposed but gave her breasts some extra lift that they didn't really need. She also let her hair loose and it hung just off of her shoulders. 

"Do you like it Sean? I was thinking of you when I saw it in the store." She told me her voice sounding a bit hesitant. "Like it Kim?, I love it and I love you. I wish I could get a picture of you dressed like that." I told her and handed her a glass of wine. 

"I think that could be arranged honey. Would you mind if I spent the night? My parents aren't expecting me home and I think it's a good time to see what it's like." That was a question I answered very quickly as I stood behind her caressing her body through the near transparent garment. "You can stay as long as you want Kim." I replied as I kissed the nape of her neck. As she turned to face me she said the words that I had hoped to hear, "I love you Sean." 

I could tell she was nervous as I guided her to the bedroom, she shivered a bit. "We don't have to do a thing Kim if you don't want to." I assured her. Kim let the gown fall to the floor and stood there in those sexy undergarments and moved to where I was standing and started to remove my clothes. "I know we don't, I'm just a little nervous that's all. I never spent the night with a man before, but I want us to do this together who knows we could end up living together." Was her only reply as we moved to the bed. As I joined her on the bed I told her that having her live with me would be a dream come true.

Our hands explored every part of each others body, Kim writhed in eagerness as I fingered her pussy and ass. "I feel like I'm going to explode honey." Kim gasped as she arched her back off of the bed. "Don't just yet my dear." I whispered, but Kim was already overheated from the movie. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I can't hold it back! Oh God!" She crowed as she shuddered. "Now baby, fuck me now, hurry!" she demanded. I put my cock into her pussy and started pumping away. Kim's pussy felt nice and tight, her muscles grabbed at my cock trying to hold me inside of her till I reached my climax. When I finally did climax Kim put her arms around my neck and sighed. "I didn't mean to rush you babe, but I really needed to feel your cock inside of me, I wanted to feel your warm sperm inside my pussy." I told her that it was not a problem "After all Kim we have all night." 

We kissed each other slowly and passionately happy in our sexual ecstasy. I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes I could feel Kim sucking on my cock slowly bringing it back to life. "Ah, Kim, that is so good!" Kim stopped only long enough to smile at me. I loved watching her head bob up and down my shaft until I ejaculated and to my surprise she took it all as I sent my sperm happily on it's way. Kim crawled back up to my side and asked if I liked what she did. I hugged and kissed her saying that "You can do it anytime you like honey." We finally did drift off to sleep as we made plans with each other for more fun in and out of bed. We were just starting out on our sexual adventures, I knew that there would be more to "cum".

It had to be somewhere close to dawn, I wasn't quite fully awake and the room was still dark. Kim and I were in the "spoon" position, the warmth of her naked body pressed against me gently, I could still smell the hint of the perfume she wore. I felt my cock brushing against her firm buttocks, I moved my hands gently over her body and Kim started to move herself against me as little moans came from her I moved my right hand to her pussy and kept my left playing with one of her breasts. I couldn't believe how fast she became wet between her legs my cock was ram rod straight our two bodies were grinding against each other and our movements becoming more pronounced as our aroused state increased. Kim was fully awake now. 

"Mmm, I like to wake up like this all the time babe." she sighed as my finger worked her pussy. I could feel my cock searching for her pussy, I could feel my cock brush against an opening so I pushed my cock in. Kim let out a groan of pain. I had put my cock into her anus. "Sean what are you doing!?" She said in surprise. I didn't answer, I was to far gone into the act of sex to say anything. It wasn't that I wanted to hurt her in any way, I was just so turned on by her that I wanted to make love to every part of her body. 

I moved my cock slowly but firmly in and out of her anus, my fingers continued to tickle her clit, Kim started to moan and undulate against me even wilder than she did earlier in the evening. "Now babe, oh please, I'm cumming! Ahhhh!" Kim cried out as her body spasmodically jerked against mine. The shaking of her body set me off, I climaxed into her ass and even though it must have hurt her each time that I shook with ecstasy, she held onto me tightly saying "It's ok honey, it's ok." 

When we finally separated I told her how sorry I was for hurting her. Even though there was a tear in her eyes Kim stroked my cheek and told me, "Oh my darling lover, I think the next time that you want to put your cock into my ass that you should use something to lubricate me don't you think?" I kissed her firmly on the lips. "I love you Kim and I would never want to hurt you, you must know that." Kim sat up and looked down at me. "I love you too Sean, and I know you would never hurt me. Now are you ready to take a shower with me or are you going to watch?"



The Girl in the Bookstore



"Another?"

I couldn't think of a thing to say and even had I, I might not have said it. I cut another slice of steak and put it into her mouth. She did the same, then went back to attacking her plate. I ate slowly and mostly just watched her enjoy every little morsel of her dinner.

Finally she sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"I never saw anyone enjoy eating like you do."

She opened her eyes and blinked them slowly. "I had to watch what I ate for years, I hated it. Now I don't have to, I can eat anything and I just love it!"

She leaned forward and seemed to refocus. "But you left a lot on your plate?"

"I was so involved watching you. Would you like some of mine? I'm all done."

She blushed and looked down. "I did and said something stupid again, didn't I. I'm sorry."

This time I did. I reached my hand out across the table. "Give me your hand, please?"

She looked at me with a blank stare but lifted her hand and placed it next to mine. I took it in mine and squeezed gently.

"I have never met a girl like you. I don't know what to think. I am, uh, fascinated by you. Is that a good word?"

She smiled. "A perfectly good word."

The waiters descended; cleared the table and wheeled a dessert cart up and she was off again. I had a lime sherbet and watched her devour a chocolate pastry of unknown identity to me.

I drove her home, as she directed me, let her out of my truck and walked her up the steps to her door and she turned to me.

"Thank you Michael, for the best night of my whole life."

I was too stunned, by it all, to do more than just stand there, before her, in silence.

"Could you possibly kiss me goodnight and make it a perfect ending? Please?"

I never, in my life, ever felt like crying over a girl, ever. I moved close to her and put my arms around her back and drew her close to me in the most gentle way I knew how.

She wasn't tense, but I could feel the uncertainty. She relaxed against me and the slowly raised her arms and hands around me and rested them on my back.

I took a deep breath and looked for words. "Lori. I have never known a girl like you. You don't have to ask. I want to kiss you. I want to thank you for this evening, for having dinner with me, for talking, for being you..."

I pulled slightly away and lifted her chin. "May I kiss you?"

I saw the tears before she closed her eyes and lifted her face.

Her parents didn't understand. My parents didn't understand. Neither did I.

Every minute I wasn't working, I wanted to spend with her.

She never said no, she was busy, she never turned me down.

We went everywhere and did everything. I showed her all of my favorite places and she, hers. And hers were totally different than mine, but they were hers and I was with her and nothing else mattered. Not the museums and art galleries and outdoor flower gardens; as long as her hand was in mine and she was smiling, I was happy.

We touched a lot, and bumped a lot and hugged a lot and kissed a lot and felt things, a whole lot...and stopped when the feelings got too intense.

I didn't understand it at all, but I didn't want any more and she....I just couldn't get it in my head; she never said no.

Days and weeks turned into months. They included dinners with her parents and mine and amused and concerned and questioning looks all around. We never talked about it.

Nothing lasts forever.

We were at one of my favorite places. Backed up in my truck to look out across a lake where the moon rose and painted the water. She seemed to love it as much as I did. I first touched her breasts here, under a blanket in the back; she never said no.

"I've decided, Mike. I'm going to college."

That opened my eyes. "Oh?"

"I want to teach. Get my certificate; maybe English, maybe Art, maybe History, not sure, but I want to be a teacher."

"Oh!" I pulled away from her and sat up.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

That took about a zillionth of a second to register. The next thing took a little bit longer to sink in.

"I love you too, Lori." God! The words just happened!

"I know."

My entire body tensed. I knew it, she felt it, and put her arms around me. "I'm sorry, Mikey..."

She was sorry? I am the sorry one! Dumb to the nth degree, flippin' burgers for a living? No future? No plans? What the hell?

I heard her take a deep breath.

"I want you to take one of those Athletic Scholarships, you still can, I checked. I want you to become a coach, after college we could be at the same school; you could coach a team, I could teach..."

Finis...