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Trina

By: BloatedCorpse



Trina was sitting in her class listening to her professor trying not to think of what happened last night. Knowing that she had to pass this class or her funding for school would dry up like the dew on morning grass. While she was trying to get comfortable in her seat she felt the telltale sign that she was about to lose her battle with the memories swimming through her mind. She gave up hope that she would learn what was being taught today, but she could con her friend out of his notes the next day.

Remembering his name as Thomas, and that he was the most handsome guy in the cafeteria yesterday. She couldn't have known at the time that he was so sexually stimulating, and could fulfill her like none of the others could. After talking and staring at each other over the table she decided that she would take him back to her place for some fun. When they reached her apartment they made their way to the sofa and sank in next to each other. 

She allowed him to make the first move to kiss her, while their lips were locked together in a dueling embrace she felt his hands on her body. Not willing to let the sensation escape her she pressed into his hand, urging him on to feel more of her body letting her body take over with the primal urges rushing forward. Breaking the kiss to look at each other as if asking for permission to continue with what had been started. 

Making the first move she pulled her blouse over her head revealing soft mounds of flesh encased in a lacy see through bra. Lifting his hands she places them upon her breasts encouraging him to begin as she enjoys the feelings coursing through her body. While he continues to fondle her breasts she reaches behind her back to unclasp the bra hook. Stopping him for the moment, although she knows that the feelings will stop, she continues for she wants to feel his rough hands on her soft skin and nipples.

Leaning forward she begins to softly kiss him as she unbuttons his shirt slowly to reveal his rock hard chest and abs. When she unbuttoned the last button she lightly ran her fingers up his chest and enjoying the ripples as she goes. Breaking apart from each other, he kneels to the floor and removes her shoes and laying them next to the sofa, taking a foot in each hand he places them on his chest as she slowly rubs them in circles. While she is entranced with his chest, he reaches up and undoes her pants then slowly pulls both pants and panties towards himself wanting to rid her of the binding clothes. A low moan escapes her as the cool air rushes in to caress her already wet clit and lips.

Slowly he takes both legs and begins to move them towards her and places both of her feet on the edge of the sofa. He leans forward and lets her aroma fill his nostrils as he looks up into her eyes as if asking for permission from her. She bites her lower lip in expectation and slowly nods to him in expectant pleasure. The first touch sent chills through her body that overwhelmed her senses, blinding her to the fact that he was continuing with his exploration of her. Reaching down between her legs she pulls his head harder onto her pussy wanting to feel his tongue enter her deeper. Sliding one hand up under her ass, he lightly caresses her expecting asshole. At the unexpected touch of his finger she begins to climax and fill his waiting mouth with her fluids.

She pulls his head away from her twitching pussy and takes his place on the floor while he removes his pants and drawers. Taking his semi-erect penis in one hand and his heavy balls in the other she looks up at him while slowly lowering her head and taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Looking him in the eyes she slowly lowers her head and engulfs more of him into her mouth, meanwhile her other hand is massaging and rolling his balls through her fingers. Reaching the end of his shaft she reverses her movement and lets his cock slide out of her, as the head pulls out she flicks the tip with her tongue quickly twice. She quickly engulfs him back down to the base of his cock and starts to move his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly. Letting go of his balls she moves her hand under him and slowly inserts her middle finger into his asshole and gently massages his prostate. Quickening her pace she feels his cock begin to pulsate and pulls him out of her completely so he can come on her face and breasts. As his last spurt of come leaves his cock she begins to rub it into her skin and licking her lips in a sultry way.

Leaning forward she beckons him to follow her into the bedroom for more fun. Taking him by his semi-flacid cock she leads him to the rear of the apartment where a king size bed with a metal headboard. Pushing him down onto the bed she follows him and moves up so he can lick her one more time before she impales herself on his rigid member. Kneeling over his head with a leg on each side of his head she begins to grind her pussy onto his lips enjoying the feeling that he is trying to keep up with her motion. Slowly moving down poising herself over his cock that has gained new life, she grabs it and slowly rubs her pussy with it teasing her clit and sending chills up her spine. Slowly she lowers herself accepting the head of his cock into her waiting pussy, gasping with pleasure and seeing lust in his eyes she begins to lower herself slowly onto him.

Placing both hands upon his chest she pulls her legs up under herself and begins to lift herself up his cock stopping before the head could escape. Lowering herself down again she begins to move faster up and down his chest. Enjoying the feeling of her breasts bouncing to the pace she is setting while riding his cock. Staring down at his face filled with lust she begins to move faster enjoying the friction in her pussy as it builds to her ultimate goal. She stops at the base of his cock and rocks back and forth grinding herself against him with his cock in her. Leaning forward she whispers into his ear that she wants to feel him in her ass, but first she needs to come and she has to have him on top to do so.

Wrapping his arms around her he sits up and leans forward so she is on her back and still filled with his rigid member. Lifting her legs up onto his shoulders he begins to slide in and out of her going faster with each inward strokes, the room is now beginning to be filled with her moans as her second orgasm starts to fill her. Slowing down he pulls himself out of her and inserts himself a couple of time while stimulating her engorged clit. He inserts himself fully again and begins to pound into her harder until she shudders into orgasm.

Laying there filled with excitement the she came hard and long, she slowly removes her legs from his shoulders and removes the tube of KY out of the drawer next to the bed. Handing him the tube she lays her head down on the pillow as she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks waiting for the cock she is now craving. Positioning himself closer to her and applies the KY to her expectant bud and places the head of his cock against her. She responds by pushing backwards and engulfing him slowly, taking her time to get use to the invader she continues to slowly pushes back accepting more and more of him. When he is fully inside of her he slowly pulls out till the head of his cock is barely visible, slowly pushing in he reaches around and lightly inserts a finger into her wet slit gasping at the double entry she begins to enjoy this much more. 

Alternating his rhythm between cock and finger he brings her to another climax, waiting till she says it is all right he continues the rhythm till he begins to fell the come build up inside of him. He leans forward and asks if she wants him to come in her ass. Yes, I want to feel you in me come in me. He leans back and continues the rhythmic motions into her pussy and ass, he removes his finger from her and begins to squeeze one of her pendulous breasts. Filling her ass with his seed, he pushes her down onto her stomach and lays upon her with his cock becoming flaccid within her. 

Rolling over next to her in bed he lightly lays an arm over her back and looks deeply into her eyes. Rolling over next to him she falls asleep in his arms, not wanting this time to end but in her heart she knew this was a one time thing with this person. 

Trina



Being a single parent and father to my only daughter hadn't been easy. Raising Christy had been a full time job, and working had of course been another. I had little time to myself as it was, so dating was out of the question for a time. When Christy graduated from high school I anticipated her attending college, but as money was tight I wasn't sure just how much more I could do for her. As she had taken a part-time job to help with tuition and books, there was little left afterwards, necessitating her remaining at home rather than living somewhere off campus.

By this time, it had been years since I had socially been out with anyone, let alone had a sexual relationship. There simply hadn't been enough time in the day to consider such a thing, not to mention that there wasn't anyone I knew or had met that I was remotely interested in. Up until now, I'd been satisfied with simply masturbating whenever the urge struck, which lately had been occurring more and more frequently with my daughters busy schedule keeping her away from the house.

As it was one of the few nights Christy had off, I was busily preparing a nice pasta dinner for us when she called asking if she could bring a friend home with her for dinner.

"Sure honey, I've made plenty," I told her over the phone. "When will you be here?" I asked trying to time my preparations.

"Trina and I should be there around six, six-thirty," Christy responded. "And dad? There's something I want to ask you about over dinner," she added.

By the tone in her voice, I knew she was apprehensive about whatever it was she needed to ask. Most of the time when I heard that nervous hesitation, it was usually over money, something of which I wasn't able or prepared to help her with at the moment.

"Ok honey," I stated simply, already fearing my having to tell her "no" to whatever it was she wanted or needed.

I had just finished draining the pasta and was busily tossing the salad we'd be having with it when I heard the front door open.

"Dad? We're here!" I heard Christy call out to me.

It was six-thirty on the button.  "In here!" I called back to her from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready!"

Seconds later I heard footsteps and knew from the sound of them that I wasn't hearing just Christy's. Turning towards the kitchen door just as it opened, I greeted my daughter with a firm but gentle hug when she entered. Looking over her shoulder, I saw Trina as she entered in behind her. Breaking away from me, Christy immediately turned to introduce us.

"Dad? This is my friend Trina. We met at school."

"Hello Mr. Anderson," Trina said extending her hand to me.

At forty-four, I wasn't in all that bad of shape. Though I certainly wasn't any kind of an exercise nut, my job kept me in pretty good condition without my having to work out. Even so, I felt myself sucking in the tiny gut I still had as I took Trina's hand.

"Call me Russ," I said, feeling the electrical charge as our hands met. "Mr. Anderson sounds so formal," I added with an awkward smile.

Trina was a good four or five inches shorter than me, placing her at about five and a half feet tall. Her hair was light brown, long and currently in a braid reaching the small of her back. She was also wearing the typical style of the day, which consisted of a cut-off tee shirt barely covering her perky breasts, revealing her taut midriff, which I also noted when I glanced at her, that her naval had been pierced. Something that Christy had been wanting to do herself, but that I had emphatically said "no" to until she turned eighteen and could afford to pay for it. So far, she hadn't. She also wore faded well-worn cut-off Levis that I eventually noticed had a large hole in the rear, revealing a small tight patch of skin where one of her ass-cheeks sat winking at me when she walked by.

I'd purchased an inexpensive bottle of wine to go with dinner, and though both girls were over eighteen, I found myself being stingy with how much I allowed either of them to drink. Though I wouldn't be contributing to the delinquency of any minors, I didn't want to have either of them becoming inebriated, especially as Christy would eventually be driving Trina home later.

It was nice having company for dinner. Nicer still when the girls cleared the table and stood at the sink side by side washing the dishes. As I sat at the dining room table enjoying a cup of coffee, I found myself staring at that hole in the back of Trina's shorts from time to time, reminding myself every time that I did, to quit doing so! It had been a long, long time since I'd even been with a woman, and I chastised myself repeatedly whenever my mind wandered off in that direction. Trina was after all my daughter's age. And Christy would have been mortified if she knew the kinds of thoughts I'd been entertaining about her girlfriend, even if I kept turning them off every time one popped into my head.

Once they'd finished the dishes and straightened up the kitchen, they poured themselves a cup of coffee joining me at the table. I realized then how much my daughter had grown and changed. She'd never had a cup of coffee that I remembered before as she and Trina sat down on either end of the table.

"So, you wanted to ask me about something?" I began, already dreading the question I was sure was coming as we'd been barely making ends meet as it was.

Christy glanced up looking across the table towards her friend. I caught a knowing smile of confidence tossed back at her just moments before they both turned, looking towards me.

"I know that you're not financially able to do more than you already have been," Christy began. "And you also know that I've looked forward to being out on my own, having a place to share with someone."

Once again Christy looked towards Trina. I knew that of course, it had been just about all she'd ever talked about while still attending high school. Christy had looked forward to attending college, having a 'roommate' and enjoying the experience of having someone her age to share a place with. Being an only child, living with her 'dad' all of her life was something she was looking forward to not doing any more.

I still didn't know where any of this was going, or what I'd be able to do for her financially when she finally got there. About all I could do was sit quietly and listen.

"Trina's in about the same place I am," she began again. "She can't afford to keep her small apartment, and I can't afford to move in with her. So...I was wondering daddy," Christy said emphasizing the word, working on my 'daddy' emotions, "if it would be ok if she moved in here with me!"

I hadn't expected that. And before I could say or do anything, she hurriedly rushed on.

"We'd both be able to help out here with the chores as well as the groceries and utilities. It would free some of your time up, as well as help you out financially too!"

I'd been about to veto that idea, even with Trina throwing me a hound-dog look, but to be honest, my daughter had me over a barrel and she knew it. As much as she'd always wanted to have a roommate, I knew under the present circumstances that her moving out was out of the question. I'd already swapped rooms with her as it was, giving her the large master bedroom with its own private bath and shower. As my den was downstairs adjacent to Christy's old room, it had been far more practical to have switched rooms with her anyway as I didn't need a room as large as my old bedroom had been.

"Ok, sure. Why not?" I heard myself saying. "At least temporarily, until we see how things go," I added as an afterthought.

Needless to say, the girls were ecstatic, both coming around the table to hug me simultaneously. Used to hugging my daughter all the time, I didn't give it a second thought. But when I felt the caress of Trina's barely concealed breasts pressing against the side of my face, I quickly stammered something silly, purposely breaking contact with both of them. I felt my face flushing, and heard a mischievous laugh from Trina, as she finally moved away, thanking me once again, obviously very much aware of my discomfort.

"This will be a lot of fun!" she said beaming. "I'm really going to enjoy living here!" she added.

And suddenly, I wondered if I'd left my senses outside.

#

For the first two weeks after Trina moved in with us, things went very smoothly. We all had odd hours, so it was rare that we were ever home together at the same time. Trina had had to drop a few of her classes, working more hours in order to save up enough money to take a fuller schedule the following semester. As such, she was often home in the afternoon after class and often prepared dinner that was always waiting to be reheated in the microwave for Christy and I after we got home.

Life was good.

Like anyone getting used to a new circumstance, there were a few bumps in the road that took all of us some getting used to. It was a Sunday morning, one of the few days when we were actually all home together. I'd gone down stairs to the laundry room to wash some dirty clothes of mine, discovering that the girls had left some of their laundry sitting in the dryer. I was used to doing Christy's laundry from time to time, as it was easier and more cost effective to add some of her things to mine. But as I pulled out several bras, and the skimpy kind of panties I'd never seen Christy wear before, I felt a little weird as I pulled them out, dumping them into a laundry basket to take upstairs to their bedroom. 

Having climbed the stairs, I headed down the hallway towards their room when I inadvertently overheard them talking. Though the door was closed, it wasn't totally shut, so as I approached and prepared to knock on it announcing my arrival, I heard Trina speaking to my daughter.

"So, what did it feel like?" Trina was asking her.

Just before my hand would have knocked on the door, it froze in mid-air. I noticed when it did, that my stomach was somewhere up around my throat. Though I certainly considered myself open-minded, and certainly not one of those kinds of dads that couldn't be open when it came to sexual discussions or topics, I wasn't sure I was prepared to hear whatever it was I was about to, and nearly turned away from her door.

"Certainly nothing like I expected," I heard my daughter saying. "His cock was hard, really hard!"

I felt my legs leaden, wishing I could tear myself away from the spot they had suddenly become glued to.

"How big was it?" Trina pressed.

"I don't know," Christy said softly, almost too much so to have heard her, and I imagined she was blushing. "I didn't exactly measure it, but it did seem pretty big!" she said giggling.

"Have you ever seen your fathers?" Trina asked.

For a moment there was dead silence, and I was paranoid briefly that someone would look towards the door in worry, seeing that it wasn't fully closed and decide to close it. If it hadn't been so damn quiet, I'd have turned and fled down the hallway. But I knew in doing so they'd easily hear me as I left.

"Trina!" I heard my daughter suddenly answer, laughing in shock at the question when she did.

"Well? Have you?"

"No, not like that anyway," Christy finally volunteered. 

"So, what was it like?"

I could tell by the excitement in her voice and my daughters that this conversation was arousing them both. Which is when I realized as I stood there in front of her door, that it was also arousing me. Once again I wondered if allowing Trina to move in with us had been such a good idea after all.

I heard Christy laugh nervously. "It was fun. I enjoyed jerking him off."

"That's all you and Greg did?" Trina asked her once again.

"Well, he wanted to do more, but as I've told him a hundred times already, I'm not ready to go that far...yet," she added punctuating her statement with another giggle. "Though this time, I did let him play with my boobs while I did that," she confessed conspiratorially.

"What about you?" Christy asked, taking the heat off her self. "What's Jeff like?"

"He has a nice one...I guess," she giggled back. "It's the only one I've seen too, so I don't really have anything to compare it with."

Christy said something, but she whispered it so low that I couldn't hear what she had asked, nearly losing my balance as I leaned in closer to the door worried now that I would miss Trina's response. Just barely catching myself from toppling over into the door, I realized how hard it would be for me to explain my sudden entry into their room, throwing a basket full of their underwear at them as I tripped face first onto their floor sporting an erection.

"No, I'm still a virgin too," came the unexpected response. "But I did suck him a little for a while, and let him finger me," she threw back at my daughter.

"Really? Wow!  What was that like?" Christy asked.

"Which one? The blowjob? Or the finger-fuck?" Trina replied using the unexpected vulgarity.

I'd never heard Christy ever use that word before, and I had purposely tried very hard to keep from using it in front of her myself, though I remembered a time or two when I had. Once when I had gotten extremely frustrated for one reason or another, another when I had hit my thumb with a hammer I was using.

"Both!" Christy giggled again. "What was it like sucking it? And what was it like when you let him finger you?" she added.

"Well at least she didn't say fuck," I thought stupidly to myself.

"I liked doing it," Trina admitted. "It was exciting to see Jeff getting so excited. I swear Christy, his cock got even harder than it had been when I started doing that. And, I could feel it throbbing inside my mouth as I licked and tickled him with my tongue!"

Looking down, I could see my cock throbbing, not to mention the sudden appearance of a wet-spot forming on the outside of my slacks. "Oh great, one more thing for the girls to see if they should find me standing here outside their door!" I told myself.

"So what was it like when he fingered you?" Christy asked. "Did he make you cum?"

I wasn't at all sure I wanted to be standing here listening to any more of this, but I was terrified they would hear me leave for one thing, and for another...I was shame-facedly aroused!

"Almost, but I was too nervous. And though it felt good, I like the way I do it to myself better!"

This time, I nearly did fall through the door.

"Trina!" Christy exclaimed once again, though this time she lowered her voice when saying it.

"What? Don't you ever masturbate?"

Admittedly, I had wondered in the past if she ever had. But wondering and knowing, were two different things. This time I nearly did bolt.

"Well yes, sometimes," she whispered.

Too late.

"Ever use a vibrator?" Trina said teasingly.

"No! Why? Do you have one?" 

I could see Trina smiling inside my head as I heard the drawer to the nightstand next to their bed opening.

"Doesn't that technically void your status as a virgin?" Christy asked.

I heard Trina burst out in laughter. "Actually, I don't ever put it inside me! I just lay it on the outside of my pussy lips."

In my minds eye, I could see this massive sized vibrating dildo affectionately and comfortably nestled between a pair of juicy wet lips. I had to shake my head vigorously to chase that thought away a second later.

"Say hello to Fred!" Trina said.

"Fred? You call it Fred?" Christy said laughing.

"Here, let me show you..."

For a second I heard nothing, then suddenly the faint purring sound of the toy as Trina had obviously turned it on. In the next instant however, I heard Trina cry out in alarm just as the toy hit the hardwood floor of the girl's bedroom. A mad dash to scramble for the bouncing toy on the floor followed.

"Fuck Trina! Get it!" I heard my daughter say. 

So much for that assumption.

With all the pandemonium taking place inside the room, I somehow managed to uproot my legs and began to scramble backwards still carrying the laundry basket. I'd made it as far as the stairwell when I saw Christy stick her head outside the door glancing down the hallway spotting me. Without thinking, I lowered the basket hiding my crotch, stepping forward as though I'd just reached the top of the stairs. Just about that time, Trina stepped from within the room looking at me as well.

"Hi. Just thought I'd bring you up your laundry," I stated, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice as I spoke. 

The problem was, I still had a hard-on, and a wet spot to worry about. And there was no way in hell I was moving any closer to the two of them. Leaning over, I backhanded the basket, following through as though I were bowling. As the girls watched the laundry basket sailing across the floor towards them, I turned, nearly careening into the wall when I did, stopping myself just short before miraculously placing my foot perfectly down on the first step without tumbling head over tails the rest of the way down. As I gathered my composure, with the certainty that neither could see nor be aware of my condition, I stepped down onto the next step confidently before turning back to look at either one of them. When I did, they were looking at one another with very confused expressions on their faces.

"I'm going to take a nap," I called back to them. "So try and keep it down," I added, wishing a millisecond later that I'd chosen something else to say instead.

I heard nothing from Christy as the sound of their bedroom door closing reached my ears. But I did hear a second later the sound of Trina's unbridled laughter before I'd managed to reach the bottom of the stairs.

#

For the next several days, I was thankful that our schedules had precluded my running into either one of the girls. Shortly after I had entered my room on the pretense of taking a nap, I had masturbated furiously, after having first locked my door. Thinking about Trina sliding that toy I had heard inside the girl's room between her warm wet pussy lips had burned an indelible image into my mind.

Wednesday was the one night of the week that I did anything even remotely relaxing for myself. It was bowling night. When I arrived, it was to discover that the other team didn't show, thus forfeiting to us. And though we still bowled, if nothing more than just to practice, we were done in half the time. I decided to head home rather than sit inside the bar drinking as we normally did afterwards. The girls of course knew that Wednesday was my bowling night, and though Christy would be at work, I also knew that this was Trina's night off this particular week. When I entered the back door, I thought nothing of the fact that most of the lights were off, and that I could just hear the sound of the TV being on downstairs in the den. It was one of the very few luxuries I'd allowed myself to own. Having purchased a big screen TV several years previous, it was the only TV we did own. Not really listening to the sounds of whatever it was Trina was watching, I made my way towards my room passing the den as I did. I noticed that all the lights were off in there too, all except for the TV set, which I glanced at as I passed down the hallway. What I saw however took me by surprise.

The couch faced the TV, and as I couldn't see Trina anywhere else inside the room, I could only assume she was lying down on the couch so that I was unable to see her. But what was on the TV, I could see and I recognized it immediately. It was one of my stash of X-rated movies. Stunned, not so much that Trina was actually watching it as I was because she, or Christy possibly had discovered them. I'd been told that sometimes hiding something in plain sight was the best way to hide anything. As Christy hated westerns, especially old ones, I'd labeled all my X-rated movies under a variety of old western titles. So much for that idea!




Trina



To the left of the open doorway, I had built a bar several years earlier, which could be accessed on either end. Quiet as a mouse, I quickly slipped through the door, ducking down behind the bar and made my way over to the far end where I knew I would have a clear view of the couch. I worried briefly, as to which direction Trina would be lying in. Luck was with me however, as her head was facing the opposite direction, so unless she actually lifted it to look up and back over her shoulder towards me, I would remain unseen unless I did something stupid like cough...or sneeze. Peering around the corner towards the couch, I saw immediately that she was naked, and more importantly, that she had Fred, or what I assumed was Fred, with her.

It had been a long, long time since I'd seen a naked woman, in real life anyway. Especially a young woman. And though it bothered me a little bit that she was my daughter's age, seeing Trina as she allowed Fred to do things to her I could only imagine, soon chased that minor discomforting thought away. Trina's breasts though considered on the small side, were firm, pink and perfectly molded. The way they stood up from her chest as she lay on her back, face towards the TV was a thrill that my prick quickly confirmed as I felt it stiffening in arousal. Just the way she was positioned on the couch was erotic enough all by itself. And though I couldn't see her pussy from this angle, with both legs bent at the knee, and Fred busily wandering up and down her slit, I found myself envying him, wishing that it was my tongue doing to her what she was coaxing and allowing Fred to do.

Glancing at my watch, I realized that I would normally just be leaving the bowling alley right about now. With less than a twenty minute drive home, I also knew that I'd best get my ass back up stairs before Trina decided it was time to finish up here. As I skulked back around the side of the bar towards the doorway, the deep-throated sound of her moans coming from the couch told me she'd been thinking along the same lines. Hurriedly, I made my way back upstairs, out through the door and back to my car where I grimaced momentarily when starting it before backing out of the driveway, lights off. I pulled around the corner and sat there for a full fifteen minutes before pulling back into the driveway. This time when I entered the house, Trina was waiting for me in the kitchen, fresh coffee being made as I entered. Something she had learned I enjoyed having after arriving home.

"So, how was your evening?" she asked handing me a freshly brewed cup. 

I hoped my hand wasn't trembling as I took it from her. Bad enough that she was wearing nothing more than a tight fitting tee shirt that easily outlined her hard perky nipples, and long enough to hide that she was either wearing or not wearing any panties beneath.

"Fine," I responded easily enough. "How was yours?"

I took a sip of my coffee looking over the rim of my cup towards Trina as I did. I was curious. I wondered how she'd respond to my inquiry. Not that she'd come right out and say, "It was great, I laid on your couch, watched some X-rated movies, and played with myself."

"It was nice. I watched a little TV, relaxed, and enjoyed myself," she said with a little hint of suggestiveness.

Ok, it was close to the mark without revealing what she was really doing. And I smiled. 

Trina smiled back.

"So Russ, which one do you like watching the best?" she asked.

"Excuse me?"

Panic stricken, I racked my brains trying to come up with a reason she would ask such a question. Thinking as I did that she was probably talking about one of the other movies I owned, and not one like she'd been watching.

"I saw your reflection in the TV when you came into the room," she stated sitting down at the table taking a sip of her coffee. "Why'd you leave?"

The coffee burned as it came back up my nose. It took several seconds for me to recover, even then it was several long moments more before I could respond.

"I'm sorry Trina, I didn't mean to spy on you. I was just surprised I guess. Not surprised you would want, or enjoy watching one of those kinds of movies. But that you'd discovered them." 

It was the truth, even though it sounded pretty lame when I heard it come out of my mouth.

Trina laughed, softly. "Yeah, Christy told me that's how you hid them...under old western titles," she giggled.

I was embarrassed, blushing profusely.

"How longs it been since you were with another woman?" Trina asked point blank, once again catching me off guard.

"Too long," I responded a little too quickly, realizing how that must have sounded as I actually stood there thinking about it. Trina nodded her head.

"So, did you enjoy watching me?"

All I could do was nod my head. After all, she had me. I had nowhere to go, and denying that I had seemed pointless under the circumstances.

"Would you like to watch me again? I'm still horny, especially after discovering you were standing there watching me the last time."

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea Trina, for one...you're my daughter's friend. And for another, I'm twice your age!"

Inside I was jumping up and down like a kid who'd woke up to find he'd gotten a pony for Christmas.

"I'm just talking about a little harmless excitement. I enjoyed knowing you were there, looking at me as I touched myself," she began. 

In the next instant Trina stood up from the table pulling her tee shirt up and over her head. I was right. She was completely naked beneath it. And I felt myself holding my breath. 

Trina might not have had the biggest breasts I'd ever seen, but they were beautiful! For a moment, everything else around me blurred as I stood there staring at her. Perfectly molded breasts with nipples so hard they could poke your eye out.

"You're drooling," I heard a far off voice telling me. 

Yanked back to the present, I realized I actually had been. Finally making eye contact with her, I once again felt the heat rushing to my face and simultaneously to my groin. 

"Come on, lets go back downstairs where we can both be more comfortable."

Trina turned, leaving the kitchen area before I could so much as utter a word. Though at the moment, I was so tongue-tied I couldn't have spoken even if I'd wanted to. Watching that near perfect flawless ass that had winked provocatively at me days earlier didn't help much either. Only this time, it wasn't merely winking. It was full out staring back at me as I watched those twin cheeks of raw sensuality slowing moving away. My daughter wasn't due home for a couple of hours yet, and though I was still having misgivings about what was taking place here, my cock and balls had voted three to one in favor of following Trina downstairs.

This time I didn't slink down behind the bar. As Trina made herself comfortable on the couch, I purposely took up one of the oversized matching chairs sitting down at a slight angle next to her.

"Fuck I'm horny!" she stated.

Hearing Trina actually say the word "fuck" sent a bolt of sexual energy surging through my already overloaded circuitry, causing the very hard receiver between my legs to discharge a little excess power. I didn't need to look down to know that my prick was pressed firmly against the front of my slacks, nor that in all likelihood I was already spreading a sizeable wet spot.

Though she was sitting, Trina lifted one leg bent at the knee with the flat of her foot placed on the seat cushion of the couch. When she did this, opening herself by leaning her other leg, her pussy opened up almost obscenely to my glazed look. 

It's been said a thousand times if not more. But Trina's wide-open pussy reminded me exactly of a tight rose bud. At that moment, I wanted to do nothing more than sprinkle it with my own version of Miracle Grow and watch it bloom.

Watching her slowly run her finger down across her breasts, briefly caressing each swollen hard nipple, rubbing them gently, lovingly, caused my cock to lurch wishing that it was kissing each of those hard pink nubs. Watching me, watching her, I was vaguely aware of the slight smile that had spread across her face. Her finger soon continued on down her chest to her naval, stopping briefly to toy with the tiny golden hoop that adorned her perfection like an offering placed at the doorstep of her femininity.

When she slipped her finger between the wet furrowed lips of her sex, I remembered the comment she had made previously about how happy "Fred" was whenever he swam in all that silkiness.

"Do you...masturbate...very... often?" Trina asked through thick raspy intakes of breath.

"Every fucking day!" my mind screamed with lusty desire. "No, not all that often," I said lying to her for some reason that I could not make sense out of.

"Would you? Now? For me?" she asked, still clipping her questions in breathless inquiry.

When she began circling her tiny clit with one finger while holding her pussy lips apart with her other hand, I knew that the appearance of my erection was only moments away regardless of Trina being my daughters friend, and regardless of the fact that I was old enough to be her father. I heard the sound of my zipper being pulled down, not at all surprised that my prick had already found its way free through the opening in my boxers. It was as anxious as I was to poke its head out.

"You have a nice...hard...cock!" Trina breathed even more heavily as my prick stood as proud before her as it had anyone ever before.

'Thanks," I said feeling silly.

"Stroke it for me," she asked.

I did. It felt good. It felt really good. Especially when I watched as Trina exposed her clit even more fully, pinching it between her fingers.

"I bet you've had a lot of experience haven't you?" she asked.

"At what?" I asked, again sounding stupid as I had, of course. But, it had been a while since I'd actually put any of that experience to task.

"Pleasuring a woman," she responded, her voice sounding like thick honey being poured from a glass.

"At this point Trina, I don't think I'd be any better that some teenage kid having sex for the first time," I openly admitted to her.

That made her smile, but it was a sultry smile that held a promise of wonders that my mind could only begin to imagine.

"I'm still a virgin you know," she told me.

"I know..." I replied without thinking. "Fuck! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" I berated myself silently.

Her expression changed, and for a moment, there was a look of total surprised etched within her face. I thought silently once again, "Way to go numb-nuts, the parties over now!"

Then Trina grinned again, even bigger this time. "So, you really were listening weren't you?" she asked wickedly.

Damn did I feel stupid. "Yes, I hadn't intended to, but then I heard you asking..."

I couldn't finish the statement. This was awkward enough, including Christy in this conversation was somewhere I didn't want to go. Trina seemed to understand my concern, especially when she didn't pick up by continuing on with that particular train of thought.

"So, you know about..."

"Fred," I interjected. "Yes, it was kind of hard not to, especially when you dropped him on the floor and he started bouncing around."

Briefly, I'd painted a vivid picture of that for both of us, and we both burst out laughing simultaneously.

"It really was funny. Especially when we looked outside the door wondering if you'd heard that and were wondering. But then when we saw you actually standing there, I knew that you had, though Christy swore you'd just reached the top step. When you leaned over and slid the laundry basket towards us however, I saw you were all hunched over as though you were trying to hide something. I guess you really were."

I smiled, nodding my head in agreement.

"I'm glad you're not hiding it now," she said with that same feathery breathlessness she'd been speaking in moments ago.

And I wasn't. My prick was fully revealed to her as I sat across from her slowly palming the head, enjoying the sensation of free-flowing juice that was bubbling from the tip of my prick as though about to begin percolating. 

"May I?" she asked.

I didn't know how to respond to that. So I didn't. If I said "yes", then I was crossing some imaginary line drawn in the sand that I wasn't sure I'd ever step back over. If I said "no", then I was probably giving up the one and only opportunity I would ever have in feeling the touch of someone else's hand besides my own. I took the coward's way out, deciding to let fate decide for me.

Luckily for me, fate was as horny as I was.

"Come here, sit by me," fate said, patting the couch next to her.

Sometimes you had to meet fate halfway. Or at least in this case I did. Standing up, I moved to walk towards her.

"Take them off," she said. "I want to see you...see all of you," she added. "After all, you're seeing all of me."

"Ok, that's fair," I thought as I shrugged out of my slacks, though it took a moment to pull my boxers back over my cock before I could pull them down. For a moment, I think it thought I was trying to put it away as it fought wildly with me against that happening.

Trina giggled as I finally, albeit awkwardly pulled my slacks and shorts off.

"Don't forget the socks too please. I couldn't stand it if you were to sit here with your socks on. Too many movies," she added simply.

I couldn't have agreed more, taking them off as well as my shirt. Too late to suck in the gut, and no point in doing so anyway, I couldn't hold it forever like that even if I had. The touch of Trina's hand as it surrounded my cock for the first time chased all thoughts of my physical imperfections away. My entire being was suddenly encompassed within the confines of my hard swollen erection. And that at least, was as firm and as solid as it had ever been!

"I've only sucked a cock once," she told me leaning over.

I didn't know what to say to that either. Like it mattered. As far as my cock was concerned, it hadn't been sucked in so long, I'd forgotten what it even felt like. Then suddenly, everything came swimming back to me in a flood of happy joyous sensations. 

Unfortunately, I was that teenage kid again.

"Sorry about that," I said meekly.

Trina sat up with an unexpected surprise still clinging to her lips. "I always wondered what that would be like," she said, thankfully smiling when she did.

I felt like a shit.

"I liked it...only next time, I'd like to do it a bit longer."

Unlike a teenage kid, given fifteen or twenty minutes, she could. Without a word, I slid to the floor between her legs. Trina genuinely seemed surprised at the obvious as I parted her legs with my hands.

"Ah, no one's ever done that to me before," she said with a touch of awe in her voice.

"It won't be the last time," I assured her.

Spreading those wet glistening lips apart with my fingers, I tentatively flicked at the nubbin of her sex with my tongue. Hearing Trina's sigh of unexpected pleasure was the best ego stroking I'd had in a very, very long time. I felt her relax, waited...latching onto her clit, I gently sucked it into my mouth sucking it hard.

She farted.

"Fuck! I'm sorry!"

"Alls fair," I responded. "There's a first time for everything," I added trying to make her feel at ease.

"Oh my god," she cried out embarrassedly.

But then I sucked her clit, licking it once again, and she melted into the couch, her hands digging into my hair winding it through her fingers in tangled heaps that would take me forever to comb out. I could have cared less. Her pussy tasted as sweet as candy, sweeter even, and I found I couldn't get enough of it.

After she had climaxed more times that either of us could count, I rose up, my tongue numb but deliriously so. My face was slick with her essence, my hair was matted with perspiration and the job her fingers had been doing to it. I looked ridicules, but I felt better than I ever had before in my entire life.

"You're hard again," she observed.

"I know."

"You're no teenager," she added grinning.

"No, I'm not," I replied as Trina pushed me back on the couch, positioning herself over my face once again as I felt her sweet mouth encircling my prick.

This time, we both took our time enjoying one another.

#

Things obviously changed. Whenever Christy was home, we lived worked, and visited together normally. For the most part anyway. I tried very hard to behave myself whenever Christy was around either one of us. It wasn't easy. Especially when Trina took every opportunity possible to tease the shit out of me. If it wasn't for flashing her tits at me whenever Christy had her back turned, or walking up behind me to run her cum covered finger beneath my nose as nonchalantly as she could in passing by, no one would have thought anything was going on between us.

But it was when Christy wasn't home that the two of us acted like wild animals in heat. We couldn't get enough of one another, even if it was the simplest of acts, touches or lingering caresses. It was enough. I had never felt so alive before in my entire life. Trina had made me feel young again, she'd made me feel like I was attractive though I no longer had that boyish physic I once had. 

What I came to relish were the mornings when Christy had to get up early and leave for school. The first time that happened, I'd gotten up long after Christy had left. As the bathroom I used was down the hall rather than adjacent to my room, it was fairly easy to hear when I was up and about. As was usually the case, I'd started the shower while I stood in front of the mirror shaving. Finishing that, I climbed in and began soaping myself up. As the bathroom was rather small, it didn't take long for it to become nearly impossible to see anything as the steam rose. I really enjoyed a hot shower. I had just finished shampooing my hair and had stuck it beneath the shower spray to rinse the soap out when I felt a pair of hands suddenly encircle my waist. But they didn't stop there either. In the next instant, they were coaxing my semi-flaccid member to a much stiffer status.

"I take it Christy's gone," I asked unnecessarily.

"Yes, she left about twenty minutes ago," Trina replied, softly stroking my cock from behind. "All squeaky clean are we?" she asked, turning me around, dropping to her knees on the floor of the shower.

"God, you give great head!" 

"Thank you," Trina smiled around my prick looking up at me. "I love sucking you off."

"And I love eating your pussy."

To be honest, having someone I could take dirty to as Trina called it was something I had missed doing. As silly as that may sound, not having anyone to share that special naughtiness with is a basic natural human emotion that too many people either ignore, or do not allow themselves the pleasure to enjoy with someone. I'd forgotten just how intense doing something as simple as sharing an occasional dirty thought or word with another person could be.

"I love the feel of your tongue on my clitty," she responded.

"Well in that case," I said pulling her back up, giving each breast a tender gentle lick before kneeling before her. "Here clitty, clitty, clitty!" I purred.

After we'd both given each other a very satisfying climax, I headed off to work with a smile on my face. Even people at the office had begun to notice a change in me, as I'd become far more friendly and good-natured than I had been over the past several years. Not only that, my bowling average improved too, though I'm not sure if Trina had anything to do with that or not. But every time I stood on my spot before rolling my ball, I imagined throwing that laundry basket at the pins. It's amazing how many pins you can knock down with a laundry basket.

There were times however when we'd both gotten so horny and aroused, that we took unnecessary risks. And though they were certainly fun and exciting, the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt or upset Christy by our antics. 




Trina



I had arrived home from work as usual. Being that it was a Thursday evening, both Trina and I knew that Christy didn't have to work. Generally, it was their night to do things together. One of the very few besides Sundays that they ever did. Because of that, I wasn't anticipating anything and had already put my 'randy' emotions on hold for the night. Pulling up into the drive, I noticed that Christy hadn't gotten home yet, which was sixes as we generally arrived pretty close to the same time. Walking into the back door, what greeted me took my breath away, not to mention my wits.

Trina was lying in the middle of the kitchen table. And all she was wearing was a banana as far as I could tell. But it was the way she was wearing it that got my attention.

"Trina!" I said nervously, peering over my shoulder towards the driveway. "Christy could be home any minute now!" I warned her, already feeling my erection telling me that that 'randy' emotion I'd tucked away for the evening was about to make an appearance.

"I know. But I was horny. I've been thinking about you all day, and Fred's all worn out, so I got to wondering what else I could find to keep myself entertained until you got home," she said wickedly.

The fact that she'd actually peeled half the banana made the whole scene displayed before me all the more wicked. Which is when we both heard Christy pulling into the drive.

"Fucking figures!" I stated glancing towards Trina worriedly.

Quick as a flash however, she swung her legs around off the table, setting down the banana from where it had been so deliciously displayed, and quick as a bunny, slipped her long tee shirt over her nakedness. If it wasn't for the fact that's how she ran around the house most of the time anyway, it might have been suspicious for Christy to see her like that. As it was, by the time Christy entered the kitchen, it appeared as though I had barely walked in ahead of her, though Trina had forgotten all about the banana until the last second, snatching it up and pretending she'd just pulled it from the bowl of fruit and had peeled it.

"Hey guys!" Christy said coming in setting her books down on the table. "What's for dinner? I'm famished!" she added.

Eyeing the banana Trina had supposedly just peeled, Christy playfully snatched it away from Trina before anyone could have responded.

"Hey!" was all Trina could say. And as for myself, I wasn't about to say a damn fucking thing.

Quick as a flash, Christy swallowed half of the banana. "Damn that's good!" she commented grinning towards Trina as though having had the last laugh.

"Thank you," Trina replied knowingly.

#

I learned from Trina that Christy had a big date Saturday night.

"Greg?" I questioned her, almost fearfully.

Trina smiled. "Yes, but don't worry daddy, your Christy's a big girl now, she knows what she's doing."

I tried to make light of it. "Yeah, I know she is. But does Greg?" I shot back at her.

"Well, that's true," Trina giggled. "He is still just a boy...not a man like you," she added.

Though I appreciated the ego stroke, it was still difficult throwing my daughter to the wolves like that. Or at least one wolf anyway, and up until this point, I'd never even met him.

"You do know what that means though don't you?" she asked.

I was still stuck on the image of my daughters legs draped over the back seat of a car.

"Yeah, that he'd better use protection," I said threatening no one.

Trina laughed. "No silly, it means...that we'll have the whole place to ourselves!" she said still snickering.  "And don't worry about your little girl either," she assured me. "She's saving it for the right guy.  Just like I am."

That got my attention.

"And who just exactly is the right guy?" I asked her.

"You," she whispered sweetly, kissing my cheek, and then darting out of reach before I could grab her. Which was just as well as Christy came into the room ending any further discussion.

Trina and Christy left for work early Saturday morning, leaving me about the only opportunity I had to run a few errands and prepare something special for the evening ahead. I picked up a far more expensive bottle of Champaign than I could really afford. But I thought, "what the hell, this is a special occasion after all!"

I next dropped by the florist, when I asked if she had a lot of rose petals that I could buy, she smiled, giving me a knowing look. To my surprise, she gave me a whole sack of them at no charge with wishes to have "a nice evening", she'd said with a wink.

My final stop was to one of those specialty stores where they sold nothing but bedroom supplies. I purchased a brand new set of sheets, satin ones, black in color. The clerk looked at me, grinning as she rang up my purchase.

"These feel really good next to the skin," she stated a little flirtatiously. "You're wife should really like them."

That stung a little.

"I'm not married," I blurted out causing the clerk to blush.

"Well, your girlfriend then," she amended.

The longer I stood there, the worse things got. Grabbing the sheets the moment she'd bagged them, I stammered out a thank you walking out of the store as quickly as my legs would carry me. By the time I arrived home, I was having second thoughts about all of this. Especially about what I was planning for that evening. Trina and I hadn't actually sat down and discussed anything. Her comment about saving it for the right guy didn't necessarily imply that I was he. 

I entered my room tossing the package of new sheets on the bed wondering as I did if I'd actually really use them. As I sat the sack containing the rose petals on my dresser, I spotted a small gift-wrapped box lying next to the small dressing lamp. There was a note attached to it from Trina.

"Just a little sample I picked up for you at work," the note said. "I think you're going to need it." Trina had ended the message with one of those happy smiley faces, though she'd included a wink along with it.

Tearing into the small box, I opened it and burst out laughing. She was right, I probably would need it after all. "Viagara" the box said. And I sat down to carefully read the instructions.

The girls arrived home later on that evening within minutes of one another. Christy was busily preparing for her date with Trina helping her. Trina cast one curious glance in my direction, but I didn't let on anything, preferring to keep her in the dark as much as possible. By the time the wolf had pulled up front to pick Christy up, I'd taken one of the little blue pills, nervously waiting to see how the rest of the night was to unfold. Trina had immediately rushed back upstairs to their bedroom leaving me to wonder if she'd changed her mind, as she hadn't said a word to me since arriving home.

A short time later I was sitting down in the living room still wondering when I heard footsteps approach at the top of the stairs. Looking up, I saw a vision of loveliness. More like an apparition really as Trina slowly floated down the stairs towards me. She was dressed in the sheerest of gowns. It was black, floor length, and incredibly sexy looking. Though she was nude, her near perfect body merely hinted at the delights that were concealed beneath the semi-transparent material.

"Champaign?" I asked trying to sound suave and sophisticated. I'd already set out a bucket to chill it along with two glasses. My hands were shaking as I reached down lifting the magnum out of its container. Seconds later, I popped the cork watching it fly across the room hitting one of the pictures I had hanging on the wall. It fell shattering the glass.

"Fuck!" I said.

Hearing Trina's nervous laughter as she approached, I forgot all about the picture lying on the floor.

Handing her one of the glasses, which I had also managed to over fill, we both quickly took sips taking them down to a much easier level to safely handle.

"You're beautiful," I told her eyeing her appreciatively.

"Thank you, and you're rather handsome looking yourself," she noted. 

The second Christy had left, I had rushed down to my room checking everything one last time, taking my pill, and then slipping into nothing more than a black Japanese Kimono. What I hadn't counted on was the little blue pill kicking in quite so quickly. It was either that, or the sight of Trina walking down the stairs that had triggered my erection. Either way, I was as hard as I had ever been. As loose fitting as the Kimono was, my prick easily found its way outside the garment effectively destroying that suave and debonair look I'd been hoping to achieve. The ties to the robe fell down either side of my cock. Looking down at my obvious appearance, Trina drained the last of her Champaign setting her glass down on the table. Taking both of the long dangling ties in her hand, she took me by surprise as she immediately wrapped them around my exposed cock, tying a nice tidy bow around it with the lose ends.

"I'm looking forward to unwrapping that," she said teasingly.

Somehow, I thought that should have been my line as I stood gazing at the package that was standing before me.

"Shall we?" I offered snatching up the bottle along with our glasses, pointing towards the stairs leading down to my room.

Trina giggled suggestively. "Lead the way," she whispered in that sultry voice of hers that could melt butter.

I reached the door to my bedroom, opening it and stood off to one side so that Trina could experience the full impact of the room. Moving along side me, she entered. 

"Oh my!" she gasped appreciatively.

I had lit no less than three dozen candles sprinkling them about the room. The bedspread was pulled back showing off the new sheets, which I had of course blanketed with the rose petals.

Trina turned to accept a kiss from me, which is when the overhead smoke alarm went off.

"Fuck!" I said for the second time that evening.

Rushing into the room, I quickly blew out the offending candle, grabbing one of the pillows off the bed, fanning the noisy mood-breaker over head until it quit blaring at us.

"Sorry," I said feeling more than a little stupid. So far I'd failed in my attempt to make this the perfect evening for her.

Trina crossed to the bed placing herself languidly and seductively upon it, grabbing handfuls of the petals allowing them to fall like rain drops on to her beautiful form. Suddenly, everything was perfect again.

"Another?" I asked, shakily pouring myself a second glass as I stood there staring at her as she continued playing in the petals on the bed.

"Maybe later," she breathed sensually. "Come over here and unwrap me."

I slid onto the bed next to her, and we both began undoing our ties. Undoing the bow she'd wrapped around my cock, I did the same to her until I'd managed to expose her pink tipped breasts. Tenderly, I caressed each with the tip of my finger, hearing her moan excitedly. The touch of her hand as it playfully caressed my penis made me hope that those little blue pills would live up to their name. I felt like I had as a teenager when my first girl friend at the time had caressed my prick in the front seat of my car at the drive-in. I hadn't lasted very long then either.

Drawing one of her exposed nipples between my lips, I sucked it gently while my hand kneaded her soft flesh, massaging and caressing her exquisite breast. With my other hand, I trailed it down her body, deftly undoing the remaining ties of her gown. I continued to undo them until it fell a part of its own accord, exposing her to the touch of my hand as it lingered playfully in the softness of her fur covered mound.

"I promise, I'll be gentle," I said nervously. Not knowing if she needed that assurance from me or not.

"What if I don't want you to be?" she shot back taking me by surprise. 

I glanced at her face, she smiled. "I know you will," she said seriously.

Sliding down further after paying equal homage to her breasts, I kissed, licked and nibbled every square inch of her exposed flesh until I found myself comfortably nestled between her legs. Gingerly I parted the outer lips of that delicate pussy exposing the pearly nubbin that awaited me. It was tiny, pink and glistening with excitement and expectation. With the softest caress I could imagine giving her, I allowed the tip of my tongue to land upon its surface as though a butterfly had just settled, fanning its wings. 

"Oh," Trina moaned softly.

I tickled her again, this time applying just the briefest of additional pressure to her clit as my tongue slid over its smooth surface in slow rolling flicks of my tongue.

"Oh Russ!" she added speaking my name.

God it felt good hearing that. I began to slowly increase the tempo of my fluttering tongue, periodically driving the flat of it into the recess of that silken slit. Every time I did, Trina moaned louder, squirming below me on the bed.

Soon after I added the periodic sucking of her clit, drawing it between my lips as I had her nipples, delighting in the sensation of that stiff sensitive bit of flesh as I rolled it inside my mouth.

"Oh fuck Russ!"

I was in heaven. And so was she. When I slipped the tip of my finger between her lips pressing it against the barrier of her virginity, she moaned louder, thrusting her hips fully against my face climaxing when she did. The onrush of juice that greeted me was sweeter tasting than any wine or Champaign I had ever had. I tongued her clit, driving her even more fully over the edge into climatic bliss until she literally had to force me away from her, her cries of unbridled pleasure still reverberating within the room.

I simply held her, for long quiet moments until her breathing slowed. She shivered, and I drew her even closer if that were possible, spooning against her from behind, my hands cupping her breasts, unmoving, but comforting each of her still hard sensitive nipples.

"Make love to me," she said after a time.

"You're sure?" I asked softly.

"I've never been more sure about anything," she replied.

"Just so you know, I've had a vasectomy," I told her. 

Trina didn't say anything, she just rolled over onto her back spreading her legs. 

"It will be a lot easier if you're on top," I told her. "You'll be able to control things far better than I can," I added.

Seconds later, we exchanged positions. Trina discarded her gown positioning herself over me. Even then, we did nothing but hold and caress one another though my cock lay pressed against her slippery slit. She moved against me allowing her lips to kiss and suck the length of my cock as though her mouth was doing it instead. 

As she did, I thought briefly of writing a letter to the makers of that little blue pill, thanking them.

Moments later, Trina sat up slightly. Reaching down, she placed her hand around my prick guiding it towards the opening of her sex.

"Take as much time as you want, we're not in any hurry here," I explained.

I felt the press of my cock as she forcefully guided it inside, feeling as she did the thin membrane barring the passage of my prick inside her. Letting go of me, she placed her hands on my shoulders, I placed my hands on her breasts, thumbing and fingering her swollen nipples. Trina moaned pleasurably once again, pressing herself harder against me. I felt her hymen stretch, knew that we were at the point of no return. Holding myself as still as I possibly could even though I encountered the briefest of pain myself, her pussy fought back against the intrusion, bending my prick a little uncomfortably. Even then I endured, waiting.

"Oh Russ! Russ!" she cried out, and as she did, I felt her hymen give way as my cock slid easily and quickly into the passage of her pussy for the first time.

Impaling herself upon my staff, I felt her pubic bone mash fully against the base of my prick. Buried as deeply inside her as it was possible for me to be, I reached up, drawing her towards me holding her there, still as yet unmoving.

"Easy honey, easy," I assured her. 

Trina's pussy was tight, the intrusion of my cock still foreign to her as it contracted and throbbed around my shaft, slowly easing in its initial discomfort like a rapidly beating heart slowing to a more normal rate as her body began to accustom itself to the addition of flesh that had now joined with hers.

It seemed like forever that we lay like that. Eventually she began to move, slowly at first, the subtle movements hardly even noticeable as I felt her pussy begin to maddeningly slide back up the length of my shaft before easing itself back down again. Her lubrications eventually took over, coming to the rescue of her now violated inner reachings as our coupling intensified to the point where I was now comfortable in moving along with her. 

"Fuck me Russ, fuck me!" she moaned excitedly.

No longer worried that I would hurt her, I thrust my cock deeply into her wet-velvet pussy, meeting her thrusts upon me with equal force. The sounds of our flesh coming together, slapping in the heat of our lusts and desires, became a symphony of passion that escalated with each passing moment until the crescendo of the song we'd created together reached it's penultimate conclusion.

In harmony that only the two of us could have so perfectly performed together, we came. As Trina's ear-splitting scream echoed about the room, I felt my prick swell, the jettison of my cream flooding the walls of her quim with such force that for a moment, I thought I had died.

The cry of pleasure I heard somewhere off in the distance of my mind, was my own. Joining hers in a final encore that brought down the house, I briefly imagined a crowd all standing, clapping their hands approvingly at the magnificent performance they had just witnessed.

"Oh my God Russ, that was incredible!" Trina near shouted. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she exclaimed, smothering me with a thousand tiny kisses.

"No...thank you Trina!" I said with as much meaning behind that as I could muster.

"Again?" she asked seconds later.

I was still hard. 

"Oh hell yes," I replied. "We have all night together."

"Well, at least until Christy gets home," Trina reminded me.

Thank God for Viagara.

#

I had folded the laundry, including theirs, setting everything inside the laundry basket, which I carried upstairs, towards their room. I could hear the sound of their voices coming from it even though the door was fully closed this time. Reaching the top of the stairs, I placed the laundry basket on the floor a safe distance away, turned, and headed back down towards the living room.

"Well?  You going to tell me how it went?"

"It was perfect. It was the most incredible evening of my entire life!"

"I told you it would be. The first time for anyone should be special. Which is why I suggested it in the first place. Besides, I love daddy, and it's been so long since I've seen him this happy." Christy said.

"How was your evening with Greg?" Trina asked.

Christy giggled. "Let's just say he could take a few lessons in the pussy-eating department," she told Trina.

"Maybe he should ask your dad, now there's someone who can eat pussy!"

Christy burst out laughing. "Yeah, right. I could just see that.  Greg? This is my father, daddy? This is Greg, would you mind teaching him how to go down on me?"

#

Hearing the peels of laughter coming from the upstairs bedroom made me smile. For the first time in years, I felt like we had a happy, warm loving home again.



Trina



I met Trina the first day of class as a freshman at Eastern Michigan University. We bumped into each other in the hallway and she dropped a couple of books. I looked her over as I helped her pick up her books and saw that she was a great looking girl. I followed her into the classroom and when she picked a seat I took the one beside her.

We introduced ourselves as we waited for the instructor to show up and I found out that she was eighteen, from Romulus, and hadn't yet declared a major. She found out that I was twenty-two, originally from Ypsilanti, but was just out of the Navy after putting in four years right out of high school.

One thing I had learned in the Navy is that when you were on liberty your time was limited so you didn't waste time when you saw an opportunity and I couldn't see that civilian life could be all that different so I asked Trina (short for Katrina) if she would like to have coffee with me after class and she said that she would love to. That date led to a second and then a third and then we kind of slipped in to being a couple. Nothing really serious at the time -- just really good friends who spent a lot of time together. We dated and made out a lot, but not much more. I wanted to make it into more than it was, but Trina kept saying that she wasn't ready for something like that so I didn't push it.

We had been dating for a little over a month when I got her to my apartment. When we got inside my apartment I offered her a beer and then we sat on my couch and talked. After a little bit we started making out. I was kissing her and I touched her breasts and I half expected her to push my hand away, but she reached down and rubbed my cock through my pants. Her hand went to my zipper and I pushed my tongue into her mouth as she reached inside my jeans and worked my cock out. She broke the kiss and lowered her head and I moaned in pleasure as she took my cock in her mouth. She worked on me for several minutes and then she stood up and said:

"Bedroom. Now!"

Trina was not a virgin and in fact she was, if anything, more experienced than I was. She liked oral and anal -- which I had never done -- and she liked positions that I had read about, but had never tried or seen. I wondered how an eighteen year old could have gotten that experienced, but I was smart enough not to ask.

After that first time Trina and I averaged having sex about three times a week and it was always the same. We started out with me going down on her and then we made love following which she would go down on me until I was ready again and then she had me butt fuck her. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

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Two months after our first sexual encounter Trina asked me if she could move into my apartment with me. She was having major problems at home and needed to get away from her stepfather. I didn't pry, but I sensed that step-daddy was wanting some of what I was getting and was getting real close to not taking "no" for an answer. I naturally said yes and Trina moved in. 

My sex life immediately improved to four and sometimes five times a week. The major effect that Trina moving in had on my life was that I spent a lot more time with her and the more time I spent with her the more I wanted to make our arrangement permanent. Trina kept saying that she wasn't anywhere near ready to settle down. Just how ready she was to not settle down I found out three months after she moved in with me.

I had received a call from a buddy who had been in the Navy with me. He was in town and wanted to get together for dinner and a couple of drinks. I told him I would meet him and introduce him to my girlfriend. We arranged a time and place and then I called Trina.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetie."

"Oh good. I was just about to call you. I just heard from my mom. My stepfather is out of town on business so I'm going to go and visit my mom tonight. Why are you calling?"

I knew that she hadn't seen her mother in months so I wasn't going to get in the way of her going to visit and so I just said:

"I was wondering what you would like for dinner. I was going to cook tonight. Since you won't be there I guess I'll just have some soup and a sandwich. What time will you be home?"

"I'll probably spend the night at mom's. I'll see you after class tomorrow."

"Okay honey. Enjoy your visit."

"Bye baby, I'll see you tomorrow."

I went home to the apartment, showered, changed and headed out to meet Barry at Toby's Bar and Grill which was in Ann Arbor and I pulled into the parking lot of Toby's just in time to see Trina come out of the place. Funny, but I never would have imagined that Trina's mother would have a brush cut and a mustache. I watched her and her "mother" go over to a car and get in. Once inside she slid over next to the driver and he started the car and pulled out of the lot. I watched them drive away and tried to suppress the anger I was feeling. I wasn't sure what pissed me off the most; Trina stabbing me in the back or lying to me. Then I realized that the two were one and the same. I got my emotions under control and went inside Toby's to meet Barry.

Trina didn't come home that night and she wasn't there when I left for my first class at ten. I spent a good part of the day thinking about what to do where Trina was concerned. Most of it was wasted time. Confronting her over what I saw wouldn't mean much. She had not made a commitment to me. We were living together, but it was more a friends with benefits relationship than anything else. It didn't matter what scenarios I came up with there was only one thing I could do.

I got home first that night and had dinner ready when Trina got there. She put her arms around me and went to kiss me, but I turned my head so she got my cheek instead of my lips. She pulled back and gave me a look and I told her that I felt like I was coming down with something and didn't want to give it to her. As we ate dinner I said:

"I've been doing a lot of thinking lately Trina. I've given a lot of thought to what you have said about not being ready to settle down. I've decided that you are right. We are young and we do need to take some time to look around. I've decided that I'm going to give up this apartment and try dorm life for a while. The lease is up this Friday (not true, but she didn't know that) and I've already told them that I'm not going to renew so we have to be out of here by four on Friday."

"Where will I go? I don't have any place I can go. I can't go back to my mother's."

"You'll think of something. You could always give the women's dorms a try. You have three days and I'm sure that you will be able to come up with something."

I stood up and said, "I'm going to take something for whatever it is that I'm coming down with and turn in. Goodnight."

When Trina came to bed I pretended to be asleep and I ignored her when she snuggled up next to me. In the morning I got up without waking her and left. When my last class was over I went to the library and studied. I hit the student cafeteria for dinner and then went back to the library. I went back to the apartment around eight ready to face a weeping Trina and was surprised to find out that she wasn't there. None of her things were there either. She had moved out without even saying goodbye. I would miss her, but I was young and I would get over it in time. The end of the term and the start of summer vacation was three weeks away so I buckled down and crammed for finals and put Trina out of my mind.

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Finals out of the way I sat down and reviewed my financial situation. I had enough in the bank to see me through to a degree as long as I didn't spend any of it on too many other things like for instance, summer vacations. I decided that I needed to get a job to fill my time and make a few dollars.

I found a job at a car care place doing oil changes and grease jobs. I'd been there a little over three weeks when a problem came up. It was a Saturday and two of the mechanics had called in sick. I was passing through the office when I heard the manager pissing and moaning about being short on manpower and having a full schedule with a couple of brake jobs waiting. I stopped and told him that if I could borrow some tools I could help out by doing the brake jobs. I did three that day along with two oil changes and went home that night with a raise in pay. From then on I worked on whatever Hal (the manager) wanted me to. Except mufflers. I just could not get the hang of bending pipe.

The Saturday I got the raise I decided to go out and have a drink or two to celebrate. I was sitting at the bar working on a PBR when someone slid onto the stool next to me and said:

"Hey sailor, buy a girl a drink?"

I turned and saw Amy Collins. She was a girl that I had shared some classes with during the last term. I waved the barmaid over and Amy ordered a Cosmo and then asked:

"Are you alone tonight? I've been watching you for half an hour and I haven't seen Trina."

"Trina is history."

"Dare I ask why?"

I'd had just enough to drink that I as in a talkative mood so I told Amy the story.

"Poor guy. So are you down on all women now?"

"Not hardly. I guess when classes start up again for fall term I'll go looking."

"What am I sailor, chopped liver?"

"You? Why would you want to saddle yourself with me?"

"Straight up one hundred percent truth?"

"That's the best way."

"I've seen you with Trina. I saw how you treated her. You are a nice guy Rob. Trina lived with you for a while and she always seemed happy and that's a good sign that you were taking care of business where it counts."

"Where it counts?"

"In the bedroom Rob; between the sheets. Some girls like that kind of combination; a nice guy who is capable. If I read you right you are not over Trina yet, but you are missing the between the sheets action. What you need is a fuck buddy. Someone who likes a steady supply of sex, but is not looking for a long term relationship. That would be me."

"You? A fuck buddy?"

"Yes Rob, me. I like my sex, but I don't want a bunch of one night stands or boyfriends that I need to change out every three or four weeks. I want a steady partner who knows that all we will ever be to each other is friends with a sex life."

"Aren't you a little young to be giving up on life so early?"

"I'm not giving up Rob. What I'm doing is using my four years of college to have my fun. I'll go looking for an emotional relationship once I'm out of school. So, what do you think?"

"When would you like to start this fuck buddy relationship?"

"Your place or mine?"

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For the rest of the summer Amy and I got together two or three times a week. Sometimes at her place and sometimes at mine. And it was strictly a 'fuck-buddy' arrangement. We didn't date, go out to dinner or go bowling or dancing. I'd get a phone call along the lines of "Are you doing anything tonight?" If I said no she would ask if I would mind if she came over or ask if I would like to stop by her place. What can I say? It worked for us.

It was the last week of August and it was a Saturday. I was taking a lunch break at a café just up the street from work. I was sitting in a booth when Trina slid onto the seat across from me.

"Hi Robbie."

"Hello Trina."

"How have you been?"

"Okay. You?"

"I've been okay." There was a slight pause and then she said, "I've missed you Robbie."

"How could that be? I've seen you with a dozen guys since you and I separated. When would you have had time to miss me?"

"Oh come on Robbie. You agreed that we needed to take some time and look around, but that didn't mean that we should totally give up on each other. For what it is worth I haven't run across anyone who can hold a candle to you."

"If that is so Trina, why haven't I heard from you since the split? How come no phone call telling me where you were staying and how to get in touch with you? How come no attempt at all by you to get in touch with me?"

"I didn't know where you were. I tried the dorms, but no one seemed to know you. Then I heard that you were still in your apartment."

"They wouldn't let me in the dorms because it was too close to the end of term. I had to crawl back to the landlord and try to get him to let me stay. He did, but he increased the rent on me."

"Well, to be honest, I looked at the fact that you were still in your apartment and at the rather abrupt way you told me that I needed to find a place to stay and that led me to believe that you didn't want me around."

That pretty much summed it up so I changed the subject before she could pursue that idea. "What brings you to this part of town? You following me?"

"Kind of. I was driving by and I saw you come in her so I followed you in."

"Why?"

"To say hi, tell you I miss you and maybe make a start at getting something going between us again."

Well, the truth was that I missed Trina. Amy was great when it came to sex, but there was no emotional component. We got together, fucked, took a shower and went home. There was no sitting and holding hands, no snuggling and cuddling. Amy didn't hold back anything where the sex was concerned, but that is all that there was. I wanted what I had when I had Trina.

I contemplated Trina for several moments and then asked, "Are you ready to settle down? Have you gotten all the curiosity out of your system?"

"I already told you Robbie; I never found anybody that I liked more than you."

It didn't dawn on me until much later that she never really answered my question. I guess I didn't pick up on it because my mind was busy on other thoughts. She had lied to me once, but I had never called her on it so it was possible -- remotely -- that she might have had a legitimate reason for why she couldn't tell me about the brush cut/mustache guy. A reason that was totally different from what I thought it was. What I did know was that I wanted Trina back in my life, but I also knew that if I did let her back in I was going to be very watchful. Very, very watchful.

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I didn't jump back in with both feet. I took things nice and slow. I made a date with Trina for the Friday which was a week away and when Trina expressed dismay over having to wait that long I simply told her that I was seeing someone and that particular someone had a call on my time every night until the following Friday.

"Just tell her goodbye Rob. You have me back now."

"Doesn't work that way Trina. Just because I'm willing to start seeing you again doesn't mean that I'll turn my back on her. I happen to like her a lot and I'm not sure that I want to give up her friendship and that means I'm going to have to talk with her and explain you and that may take some time."

It was all bullshit of course, but I wanted to get a feel for how serious Trina was about getting back together with me. Was she willing to wait, put up with some crap? I wasn't worried about Amy because we had already talked about what we would do if either of us found someone we wanted to get serious with. We had agreed that we would part friends. 

I told Amy that night about Trina. Her only comment was "I have you until next Thursday right?" Of course over the next six days she had a few things to say and chief among them was:

"Are you sure you really want to do this? You do remember why you split in the first place don't you?"

I explained my thinking to her and she just shook her head. "Your problem Rob is that you are a nice guy. You think "nice guy" thoughts. You are too quick to give the benefit of the doubt. I hope it doesn't bite you on the ass."

Amy kept me busy those six days and on Thursday after she had dressed to leave she gave me a big hug and a kiss and said:

"If it doesn't work out Rob give me a call. If I don't have anything going maybe we can play again."

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I picked Trina up at the apartment that she shared with two other girl friends and for our date I took her to Denny's for dinner and then to a movie. After the movie I headed for her apartment and she asked:

"Where are you going?"

"I'm taking you home."

"I want to go to your place. I want you to make love to me."

"I don't know if I'm ready for that Trina."

"Please Rob; it has been a long time and I need you."

I was still in my "wondering just how bad she wants to get back together" mode and I said:

"Not tonight Trina. Maybe after a couple of more dates, but I'm not ready yet."

She slid over next to me and rubbed my cock through my pants and said:

"I'll bet you I can get you ready baby."

There is a time to play mind games and when a warm hand is rubbing your cock is not one of them. I turned toward my place.

We were touching and kissing each other all the way up the stairs to my apartment. I managed to unlock the door even with her arms locked around me. She was pulling off her blouse before the door even closed behind us. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed and then we both hurriedly undressed. Then I was on the bed, between her spread legs and pushing in to her. I moved slowly at first until I felt how wet she was and then I started moving faster and faster. She moaned and I felt her mouth fasten on my neck and I knew that she was going to leave a mark on me. She was marking me as her territory and the thought spurred me on and I plunged into her as she screamed out, "Oh fuck yes!" and had an orgasm. She held onto me as her body shook and then I let loose into her. I held myself in her until I was no longer stiff and then she pushed me away and went after my cock with her mouth. It was a long night. A very, very long night.

I woke up at six with Trina spooned up against me. It felt good. I just laid there in that drowsy half awake half asleep state and wondered if I really wanted to take a chance with Trina again. I had missed her a lot and I had thought about her often after the split. Deep down I knew I wanted us back together, but also deep down I didn't know if I could trust her.

Trina felt me stir and she mumbled, "What time is it?"

"A little after six."

"Can we stay in bed all day and play catch up?"

"Nope. I have to get up and get ready to go to work."

Her hand slid down my body until it found my cock and she fondled it for a few seconds and then asked:

"Do we have time?"

We did.

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The next week I went out with Trina twice and each time we ended up back at my place. Saturday night we ended up at a club a lot closer to her apartment than mine and I suggested we go to her place instead of mine.

"We can't baby. That is one of the things we decided on when we moved in together. No men in the apartment. We didn't want any of those "panties hanging on the door knob" situations saying "go away, I've got a guy in here with me." So no men in the house."

We went to my place and she did her best to fuck me blind.

I had a date with Trina for Tuesday night and she called me and told me that she wouldn't be able to meet me as planned. She told me that her car was making funny noises and she was afraid to drive it. I told her I would pick her up and take a look at her car while I was there. Once around the block and I knew what the problem was. She had bad shocks and her right front brake sounded like it was metal to metal. She needed new shocks and if the right brake was bad enough to be metal to metal it was a damned good bet that all four brake linings were shot.

"Shit" she said. "That's all I need right now."

"What's wrong?"

"I need the car, but I can't afford to fix it right now."

I told her that I would take care of it for her and then we went to a move and ended up back at my place. We went out again on Thursday and after an energetic romp at my place I asked her if she wanted to go clubbing on Friday and she said that she would love to, but would have to pass. She had already committed herself to a Mary Kay party. I didn't ask her about Saturday because I'd already made plans to attend a bachelor party.




Trina



Friday was one of my days off from work so I used Friday to go over Trina's car. I replaced her shock absorbers and had to do a complete reline on her brakes including the replacement of her right front brake drum. I told Trina I would bring the car back to her on Saturday, but I finished with it much earlier than I expected. I got a buddy to follow me and I drove over to her apartment planning to drop her keys in her mail slot along with a note.

I pulled into the apartment's parking lot just in time to see Trina's apartment door open and Trina come out of her apartment with a man. A man with a brush cut and a mustache. Trina was dressed for a night out on the town in a little black dress and heels. The two walked to a car and got in and Trina slid over next to him and they kissed. The guy started the car and they drove out of the lot.

As I sat there and watched them drive away it occurred to me that I had been played. I bet that Trina hadn't "just been driving by" on that Saturday. I bet she knew where I worked and what I did and she was probably parked somewhere in the neighborhood watching and waiting for a chance to hook up with me. A couple of nights worth of pussy and she got nine hundred dollars worth of work done on her car. That is what it would have cost her if she had taken the car into a shop. It didn't cost me that much because I got an employee discount on the parts I used and I was donating the labor anyway.

And her female roommates? I tossed her keys under the front seat, got out of the car and walked over to the mail boxes. I looked for the name on the mail box for apartment 204 -- Martin Keller. Sure did not seem like a girls name to me.

Yep! I had been played. As I walked back to my buddies car I debated doing something mean like cutting the valve stems on her tires, but then said the hell with it. Just because she was a bitch didn't mean that I had to be an asshole. Just chalk it up as one of life's unpleasant lessons and move on. Just as I was opening the door to Perry's car I had a thought. It wasn't really all that mean of a thing to do, but it could cause Trina some grief if she didn't have a spare key for her car. I went back to her car and locked all four doors and then closed them. Her keys were under the front seat and if she had no spare, tough shit!

My cell beeped at eleven-ten on Saturday morning. I put down the brake pad I was getting ready to install on the Chevy pick up, took the phone out of my pocket and saw from the display that it was Trina. I flipped the phone open.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, good morning."

"Morning to you to Trina. What's up?"

"I see that you dropped my car off, but where are the keys?"

"Under the front seat."

"But the car is locked."

"Don't you have a spare key?"

"No I don't. What am I going to do?"

"Well, you could ask Martin if he has a slim-jim or knows how to open a locked car with a coat hanger. If not I guess you will have to call a locksmith or break a window. Take care Trina. Bye."

I smiled as I put the phone away and got back to work on the Chevy.

At lunch time I gave Amy a call and asked her if she had anything going yet. She asked why I was asking and I told her the story.

"I guess it is your lucky day then sweetie because I just happen to be free tonight."

"Pick you up at six?"

"Works for me lover. See you then.

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For the next two years Amy and I kept company off and on. It was off and on because every once in a while Amy would meet a guy who she thought might be "Mr. Wonderful" and her lifetime soul mate. We would part and when "Mr. Wonderful" didn't turn out to be all that wonderful she would give me a call, cry on my shoulder for a day or two and then we would go back to being 'fuck-buddies.'

From time to time I would see Trina around on campus, but we never spoke. If we were walking towards each other and she saw me she would change direction so we wouldn't come face to face. A couple of times I went to a party and she was there. She left as soon as she saw me walk in. It amused me when she did those things because I guess she never figured out that I didn't care.

I never dated any other girls while I was at EMU. Between school and my part time job I didn't have all that much free time and what free time I did have was taken up by Amy. 

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Things changed during my senior year. About three months into the fall term Amy found another "Mr. Wonderful" and so I was alone as far as female companionship was concerned. I debated asking a few other girls out, but decided instead to concentrate on my classes, send out resumes and start making plans for life after school.

The months slipped by and suddenly graduation was upon me. I had three job offers; two in the area and one in Georgia. I decided to take the one in Southfield and I started packing and getting ready to move out of the apartment. As I was packing I found quite a few of Amy's things that she had left behind and since I hadn't seen her since she went off with the latest "Mr. Wonderful" I wondered what to do with them. I had her cell number and I sent her a text message letting her know that I had some of her stuff. She had my cell number so she could get in touch if she wanted.

I found an apartment in a complex near Telegraph and Twelve Mile Road, moved in and then took a week off before starting my new job. I took my tent and camping gear and went up to the sate park at Ludington and spent the weekend splashing around in Lake Michigan. I hooked up with two girls from Michigan State who were doing the same thing that I was -- winding down from four years of school -- and we partied at night. 

They had a bigger tent than I did and they asked me to join them. That brought me up a little short and as I looked at them Alice said:

"We promise we won't hurt you too bad."

I looked at Mary and she grinned and said, "Don't you believe her. If we do it right you won't be able to walk in the morning."

Well, I was able to walk, but only just barely. It was one of the most memorable events of my life and I heartily recommend that every guy try it at least once, but I did learn one thing from the experience -- ain't no way one man can do two women justice! I managed to survive the week I spent with Alice and Mary and when it ended they gave me their addresses and told me to stop by if I ever got up to Traverse City and I gave them an open invitation to come see me.

After a weekend spent resting up in my new apartment I started my new job. I had been there a week when I got a phone call from Amy. She wanted to come over and pick up the things of hers that I had. I gave her directions and she showed up on a Saturday. I had thought that maybe she was going to want to cry on my shoulder again and then go back to playing so I was surprised when she showed up with a guy. She introduced us and as I was helping her carry some boxes out to her car I whispered:

"Mr. Wonderful?"

"Nine months and still holding it together."

"Good for you. Make sure that I get an invite to the wedding."

She kissed me on the cheek and then the two of them left. As I watched her drive off I had mixed emotions. Amy was a great girl and she deserved the best and part of me hoped that she would make it with her "Mr. Wonderful" but another part of me wanted our fuck buddy arrangement back and for that to happen "Mr. Wonderful" needed to be history. Oh well.

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The next six months went by fast as I settled into my new job. I dated a few of the women I worked with and even scored a time or two, but I learned quickly that having sex with co-workers makes things a little awkward in the office. Especially since two of the ones I dated (and scored with) were husband hunting and I wasn't interested in either one of them to that extent. 

Things were getting a bit sticky in the office and then the Gods came to my rescue. The Gods, in the form of upper management, promoted me and I moved to a different office. The promotion had some far reaching effects. It involved some travel and some training. I had been in my new position four almost six months when the company sent me to a two day seminar on OSHA and EPA regulations and compliance.

The seminar was being held in one of the large meeting rooms at the airport Ramada Inn. I got there early and got a seat down front. When we took a coffee break at ten I stood up and turned toward the back of the room where they had set up a table with Coffee, tea, fruit and pastries and the first person I saw was Trina. She was standing in line for the coffee urn. I had no idea if she had recognized the back of my head as she sat somewhere behind me, but it didn't matter. The seminar was two days and there was no way to avoid seeing each other before it was over, but I could keep my distance. I made sure to keep the length of the room between us during the break, but I really didn't think she had seen me.

Break over and back in my seat I had the uneasy feeling that eyes were boring into the back of my head and the feeling stayed with me till the lunch break. They had set up a buffet for us in the next room and I filled my plate, found a table and sat down. I hadn't seen Trina when I stood up to go to the buffet table and she wasn't in line so I thought she might have gone to the restaurant for lunch. I found out that that was wishful thinking about two minutes after I sat down. Trina walked up to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. No "May I join you?" she just sat down.

"Hi Rob. How have you been?"

"Not bad Trina" I said as I thought "not bad until now."

"I was surprised to see you here. Some one said that you had moved out of state."

"I was offered a job down in Georgia, but I decided not to take it."

"So who are you with?"

I told her and she told me where she worked and then we talked jobs while we ate. When I finished eating I excused myself to go to the bathroom and then I stayed gone until the afternoon session of the seminar started.

I should have known that it wasn't going to be that easy. When we took our afternoon break I stood up, turned and found Trina standing right behind me.

"I know you are trying to avoid me, but I am glad to see you and I would like to talk with you. It won't kill you to hear me out. Can I buy you a Coke?"

Call me stupid for not running screaming from the room, but once upon a time I had been totally hooked on the woman and truth be told I'd never really gotten over her. She stood there, as drop dead gorgeous as she had been on the day that I'd met her, and waited for me to say something. What the hell, I thought; it won't hurt any to be sociable so I said okay. We got soft drinks and sat down at a table.

"I've missed you Rob. I know it is my own fault, but that doesn't change the fact that I've missed you and thought of you often. I'd like to think that you've occasionally thought of me."

"You would be hard to forget Trina."

"I don't see a ring. Are you in a relationship?"

"No. I'm between relationships at the moment. How about you? Are you and Martin still an item?"

"No and Martin and I were never really an item. It is a longer story that I can tell during this short break. Could we maybe get together for a drink after the session today?"

I didn't have anything else planned so I told her we could and we went back to the seminar. When the afternoon session was over Trina and I went into the lounge, settled in a booth and ordered a drink. Trina took a deep breath and then said:

"Martin was my steady boyfriend in high school. He wanted to get married as soon as we graduated from high school and I didn't. I wanted to go to college and have a career. We got into a rather nasty argument over it and I broke up with him. I told him that I wasn't going to live a life like my mom had living in rented houses and apartments and working minimum wage jobs to help out because my dad didn't make enough to support the family on his own.

"I stopped seeing Martin and taking his phone calls. It had nothing to do with my loving him. I had seen from my mom and dad that love alone just wasn't enough to build a life on. I started school and met you and suddenly my feelings for Martin weren't all that strong any more, but I did still have feelings for him. You wanted to make things permanent with us, but part of me was still thinking of Marty so I just said that I wasn't ready to settle down.

"About three months after I moved in with you Marty came to the school and was waiting for me when I came out of one of my classes. We talked and he begged me to get back together with him. I was torn. On the one hand I had you, but was afraid to commit to you because of the thoughts I still had about Marty. I decided I needed to see if there was really anything there so I agreed to go out with him one night. I spent the night with him and discovered that there wasn't anything there any more. I still liked him but I didn't love him. I was just getting ready to tell you that I was ready to make things permanent between us when you split up with me.

"I had no place to go. I would have slept on the street before I would have gone home to stay in the same house as my stepfather so I took the easy way out and moved in with Marty. When you made no attempt to ever see me or talk with me and then started running with that Amy chick I accepted that you never cared all that much about me anyway and I got on with my life. But I never forgot you and I thought of you all the time.

"Then I saw you going into that restaurant and on a whim I followed you in. For a while there it looked like we were going to get something going and I started thinking of ways to break it to Marty that I was going to be moving on, but before I could do it you found out that I was living with Marty and not with a couple of girls and you were gone. I cried for a couple of days and then sucked it up and got on with my life and I knew that Marty had no place in that life so I moved out. So no, Marty and I are not an item. He calls from time to time and we talk, but I made it clear to him that all we were ever going to be was friends.

"Since then I got a place of my own and a pretty decent job. So what's new with you?"

"Took the job with XYZ and moved to Southfield to live close to work. Not much else to say. You staying here?"

"No. My apartment is only about five minutes away from here. It's over by Wayne Road and Ecorse. How about you?"

"I'm not that close, but I'm still too close to justify the cost of a motel room."

"You have any plans for dinner?"

"No plans. I thought I'd just go home and fix myself something."

"Why don't you have dinner with me? It is just as easy to cook for two as it is to cook for one."

What the hell I thought, why not. I was always up for someone else to do the cooking. I told her I would like that and she gave me directions to her apartment. As I drove over to her place I thought about what she had told me and I could see it. She had only been eighteen going on nineteen at the time and I could see her being conflicted and unsure. I had the impression that she would like to get something going again, but the question was "Do I want to take the chance?"

When she answered my knock I saw that she had changed out of her business suit into a tank top and a pair of shorts. It was easy to see that she wasn't wearing a bra with that tank top and I wondered if she had panties on under the shorts.

"Take off your tie and make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes. Would you like a beer or a glass of wine?"

"A beer would be nice."

I sat on the couch, sipped the beer and watched her work in the kitchen. I also (without letting her notice) checked out the place for signs of a man. I even checked out the medicine cabinet when I got up to use the bathroom and I couldn't see any signs of a male presence. What can I say? Even though she had given me what I could accept as a reasonable explanation I'd already been burned twice so I was tending to be a bit cautious.

We made general conversation during dinner and I helped with the dishes when we finished eating. When we were done in the kitchen I looked at my watch and said I needed to head on home.

"Why" Trina asked. "You will just have to turn around and come back in the morning. If you stayed here you could cut out that long drive." As she said it she pulled her tank top off and let it drop to the floor. "I'm sure that I can make you comfortable here."

I woke up with a hand fondling my cock and it wasn't mine. As I rose to the occasion Trina said:

"Now isn't this better than the way you would have woken up if you had gone home last night?"

We were fifteen minutes late getting to the seminar that morning.

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That was the start of it and over the next six months Trina and I dated and I spent quite a few nights at her apartment and she spent just as many at mine. I was hooked on her -- hell, I always had been hooked on her -- but our past had me just a touch leery and so I hadn't mentioned making things permanent and since she hadn't brought it up either I was content to leave things as they were for the time being.

It was a Friday night and Trina and I had a date scheduled for that night. We were going to see the Red Wings play the Colorado Avalanche and after the game we were going to hit a few clubs. She called me at work and told me she had to cancel. She had a sick aunt that she had to go see. The aunt lived in Alpena and she was going to drive up there right after work. 

Remembering the last time she cancelled on me and still being that "touch leery" I left work early and drove over to her apartment and parked where I could see her apartment and where she wouldn't likely notice me. Half an hour after I got there she came home and hurried into her apartment and about forty-five minutes later she came out with a suitcase, got in her car and pulled out of the lot. I followed, staying well behind her, as she drove to I-94 and headed west. She exited onto US 23 and headed north. I stayed behind her and as we came up on the exits that would take me to Southfield and I gave up following her and headed for home. 

About eleven that night my phone rang and it was Trina calling from the hospital in Alpena and she filled me in on what was going on. Her Aunt Betty was a school teacher in Alpena and during one of her classes she had passed out and when she fell she had hit her head pretty hard on the edge of her desk. She was rushed to the hospital and Trina's mother, who was listed as next of kin, was called. Trina's mother couldn't get away just then and so she called Trina. Her aunt still had not regained consciousness so Trina had no idea how long she was going to be there.

I started to feel bad about not trusting her. I told her to hang in there and keep me informed. She called at two the next afternoon. Her aunt was awake and they were running tests. She told me that she would probably have to stay in Alpena for a while and take care of her aunt. At noon on Sunday she called and told me that the doctors had found that several things had combined to cause her Aunt Betty's problem. A small blood clot and the onset of diabetes had caused the fainting spell and she had hit the desk pretty hard with her head as she fell. Trina was going to have to stay with her aunt for at least a couple of weeks. I told her that I missed her and she told me that she wished she were with me. 

It was Monday's phone call that shook me. She told me that she had called work and arranged to take time off under the Family Medical Leave Act and that she would be in Alpena for at least three weeks. Then she said:

"I have some other news, but I don't know if you will think that it is good news or bad."




Trina



"What is it?"

"I missed my period and I'm never ever late. I went to the store this morning and bought one of those self test kits. I'm pregnant. You are going to be a daddy."

I was stunned. I was going to be a father?

"Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here. You just caught me by surprise."

"Well, like I said, I don't know if it is good news or bad as far as you are concerned, but you need to know something. It isn't something that we have ever talked about, but I'm pro-life. I'm going to have the baby."

I was still trying to take it in when she said, "Are you still there Rob?"

"I'm still here Trina. Just thinking of all that I have to get done. Blood tests, marriage license, get you on my insurance and I'm sure that I'm forgetting something. Give me the address up there. I'll check and see what we have to do and I may need to mail you some papers or something."

"You don't sound too unhappy about the news."

"Why should I be unhappy? This just speeds things up a little."

"What do you mean it speeds things up?"

"I was going to ask you to marry me eventually. It is just going to happen sooner than I thought."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

Then it hit me hat she was getting at. "Katrina Elise Dumphries, will you marry me?"

"Of course I will."

"You know that we will have to pass on a church wedding right? That would take too long to set up and we don't want too short a gap between getting married and the baby arriving. We need to tie the knot as quick as we can."

"That's okay with me. I never wanted a big church wedding anyway. We can just have a big party and invite everyone to it."

"Works for me. I'll get started on finding out what we need to do. I love you."

"I love you too baby."

I got busy and over the next two days I found out that Trina could get her blood test in Alpena and fax it to me. I found out that we both didn't need to be there to get the license. I could go in and she could go in later. And I found out how to go about getting married at City Hall.

I talked to Trina every day and by the end of the week I was missing her something awful. I decided to drive up to Alpena on Friday after work, surprise her and spend the weekend with her. Then I had a thought. Trina's mother might like to be involved in our wedding even though it was going to be as small as it was. I called her and asked her if she would like to go with me to see Trina and visit her sister.

"Sister? What sister? I'm an only child."

"You don't have a sister in Alpena?"

"I just told you that I don't have a sister and I don't know anyone in Alpena except for that no account ex-boyfriend of Trina's."

"Martin Keller lives in Alpena?"

"He got into some trouble here with the law and he moved up there to stay with his parents."

After I hung up I called information and asked them if they had a listing for Keller in Alpena. 

"I have a listing for a Herbert and Agnes Keller on Beale Street in Alpena."

"That's the one. Can I have the number please."

The address that Trina had given me for her "Aunt Betty" was on Beale Street. I called the number that the operator had given me and a woman answered the phone.

"Could I speak to Marty please?"

"He isn't here right now."

"When will he be back?"

"I've no idea."

"Out and about with Katrina?"

"Yes he is."

"Okay, I'll call back later."

"Would you like to leave a message or a number where he can call you back?"

"No need. I'll catch him later."

As I hung up the phone I was telling myself that I should have known that something like this was going to happen. It had already happened twice where Keller was concerned.

I got my daily call from Trina at three the next afternoon.

"Hello?"

"Hi honey, it's me."

"How are you?"

"Tired. Taking care of Aunt Betty until she can get back on her feet can be a real chore."

"I can just imagine. Taking care of her during the day and going out to party at night with Martin has to be very tiring."

There was silence on the other end of the lone and I said:

"I find it strange that your mother doesn't even know that she has a sister and just as strange that the address you gave me happens to be the address of Martin Keller's parents. Tell me if I have this figured right Katrina. You missed your period and you called Martin and gave him the good news only he didn't think the news was all that great and he said something and it upset you. You packed a bag and hurried off to see him, but when you got there he said:

"No way Katrina. I ain't going to marry you."

What to do? Hey, I know. I'll call Rob and tell him he is going to be a daddy. He'll never know. That about right Katrina?"

I heard quiet sobbing on the other end of the line.

"When the baby is born we will get a DNA test done. If the baby turns out to be mine I'll do the right thing and set up child support, but until the baby is born I do not want to hear your voice again. Goodbye!"

I haven't spoken to her since that phone call, but I have kept an eye on the calendar. She is due any day now and I wonder if I'll hear from her or if she already knows that the baby isn't mine. She did head for Martin right away. Did she know it was his or was it wishful thinking on her part and she tried to use the baby as a way to get Martin to marry her? He obviously didn't buy it so was it because he didn't care or because he knew it wasn't his? I wonder if I'll ever know the answers to those questions.