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Taking a Chance

By: welshman



Although this is a story, what you are about to read is based on some real events. These people exist. 

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I run what you might call a newsagents/general store in a small Welsh town. I have regular customers, some occasional ones and customers that will call only once.

One of my occasional customers I see once every few weeks or so, I don't even know her name, she is a woman in her late twenties I'd guess, not a great beauty but she is most attractive and elegant. I cannot but fail to notice her figure, curvaceous without seeming at all overweight. Her large breasts are always tastefully clad but unlike some large breasted women she doesn't attempt to 'hide' them under loose, ill-fitting clothing. Indeed she is always well dressed, not in the designer sense but with a perfect sense of her body shape in mind.

It was a quiet, early winter's day and I was pleased to see her entering my shop. Dressed in a long skirt, corduroy perhaps, chocolate brown to match her long straight hair, and a slightly lighter brown unbuttoned tailored jacket which looked like suede. Around her neck was a wide and long cream woolen scarf draped inside the lapels of the jacket, unfortunately resting on the beguiling mounds I am always keen to notice. As she browsed around my shop I of course took opportunities to watch her, ogle her if you must. It's always pleasing to assess the size of such fine breasts, a bright spot in an otherwise slow, dark & cold winter's day. Oh; certainly bigger than a D-cup I'd judge. But it's the proportion too, to the woman's body, she's about 5'6". 

As she moved so did her scarf to a degree. Imagination must have got the better of me because at a distance of several feet it seemed underneath the scarf was flesh. Nonsense, I thought, whatever she's wearing under her jacket just seemed flesh-coloured, or the shop's lights were playing tricks on me. I watched more intently as she browsed the women's magazines. Her scarf moved away from her chest as she took a magazine off the shelf and again I was seeing flesh, or so I thought. My heartbeat raced. Was she? Could she?

Without hesitation I moved for a better angle, taking something with me to place on a shelf. I offered her the usual greetings from shopkeeper to customer and she returned them with her usual smile full of warmth and friendliness. In the few seconds of this advantage I noticed her scarf flowed from around her neck widening as it went then to hang down loose from the generous swell which I desired a sight of. Under her jacket's lapel and the scarf's edge I could just see a sensuous seeming blouse and it wasn't flesh coloured, it was bright-white with vivid colours splashed at random. Not something to mistake for skin. 

As I finished placing my excuses on the shelf. I returned to the counter, but stayed on the customer's side and basically just stood there hoping she'd actually want to buy something so to bring it to the counter. 

I had decided on something audacious and risky but what the hell.

Within a minute she indeed was bringing me a magazine to be bought, but instead of moving around to the till I took it off her and looked at her. Somewhat curious of my actions she looked back at me.

I held the end of her scarf to tell her I admired it and such a nice one it was. This was the point when I fully expected her to grab it back from me. She didn't react as I feared, just her mouth opening slightly. I commented on its qualities as I held it up high and away from her body to enable my sight to learn the truth of what lay beneath.

Her blouse had no buttons, it was a wrap-around style with supposedly a belt to hold it in place. It wasn't wrapped, the belt was missing, it was agape. The blouse's edges followed those of her jacket until they joined back together loosely near her navel just above her skirt. The styling and weight of the suede jacket pushed her breasts together somewhat and the way she was standing meant her left breast was pushed furthest inward. My unfettered audacity was justly rewarded by the revelation of a truly magnificent breast. Over half its width and all its length was on view, the nipple was concealed but about a third of its dark brown areola was not. 

I looked up to her face. There was no outrage, her mouth was slightly parted, her eyes intent. She said nothing. As passive as a manikin but observing my actions, neither resisting nor encouraging, I considered therefore she hoped I would be active. 

I placed each side of her scarf outside her jacket's lapel. She shifted her stance. Her right breast was nuzzling into what was available, shyer than the other. I looked again at the areola. That made the whole thing much more erotic than if it were just cleavage on display. But then again there was no cleavage on display, there was nothing on display until I held her scarf, she knew what I would learn if I did what I did. Again I looked at her face, she was intrigued.

My confidence and erection grew stronger. I placed my hand flat on her upper chest and so very carefully and slowly moved it sideways and downward gradually feeling the flesh of her chest become plumper. I was looking at her face as my hand began caressing, high up to begin then lower, so very slowly lower, until my palm and a pointed nipple met.

A moan, I heard a little moan.

I squeezed the giant teardrop, its trapped nipple struggled in my palm. My hand held what I had admired from afar, it was exquisite. So very warm and pliable, her face told me she shared my pleasure. Hand and breast enjoyed each other. I watched her face, I admired her breast and back and forth I took it in. She gently swayed, her eyes closing then opening, looking at me then down to her breast. A quiet moan would sound in her throat. I cupped under it and lifted. Heavy, surprisingly so in that it was so buoyant with skin so smooth and tight. I concentrated my eyes on the nipple, ideally set amongst a roadmap of barely visible bluish veins, a nipple and areola worthy of such a breast, long and wide, dotted with pleasure points curling away to an uneven, engorged pink point. I wanted to bring it to my mouth but something held me back from this, I felt it was a line not to be crossed. Dropping it to see it jounce before reattaching my hand I heard her throat sound, then the door opened, another customer entered. 

I had an erection, not a full one but enough. The woman whose breast I was enjoying seemed barely aware the door had opened, she turned her head around and saw a slightly younger woman enter. 

She is a regular customer of mine, I even know her name. Here, I'll name her Sian, a fine Welsh name. Sian is rather pretty, beautiful even. Her hair a darker brown, curly and disheveled looking in a most pleasing way. She looks reminiscent of a classic renaissance beauty and seems to have an aura of innocence. She assists in another shop down the street. I know she is engaged. He hasn't brought out the woman in her it seems, nor has she herself found her yet. I hope I'll still have her as a customer when she has. Her face could be on the cover of any magazine my well endowed customer browsed. 

My hand was still attached to breast, kneading gently. I assumed the protocol was for the owner to detach her breast and replace her scarf which would take mere seconds. She still looks over her shoulder at the oblivious young lady who I knew was about to buy a copy of the Radio Times as that was usual for her at this time of the week. My hand squeezed harder in warning of imminent disclosure. A moan and a slight stagger were her only response. 

As Sian approached with magazine in hand she sees us at the counter. The naked breast and my hand upon it were obscured yet, tho she can see my outstretched arm going strangely to the woman's body. I'm wondering what she'll make of it and why my hand is still attached to a breast while I'm at the counter of my shop with a customer to serve. 

Sian looks, Sian sees.

My other customer groans gently and briefly closes her eyes. I cup her breast and held all its weight. Sian stared at it eyes wide like her mouth. She looked at me, perhaps for some explanation, then quickly back to my hand. I lower the weight and squeeze the teardrop out of shape as Sian watches motionless, speechless. No scream then, no foul tirade, no fleeing either? I thought this Sian would be running now.

I felt a soft swish on the back of my hand full of flesh and realized a scarf again covers what I'm holding so I detach myself from her person. Further adjustments were made for her exit to reality and with a meaningful look for Sian and me she headed towards the exit. 

Sian kept watching her until she was outside then turned to me. She handed me her magazine, blushed and shaking a little. She noticed the erection in my trousers. I think I blush. She smiled, she actually smiles. I wasn't expecting that. Because I know Sian I became a little flustered, and I had to think back about what she said next. A little moist herself? Fabulous body she had? I focus. Don't usually get to see something exciting when you pop in to buy a magazine, she said. She said that?! As I gave her 5p change I managed to say 'no, but don't expect it every week' She laughed. 

Just as she was leaving her smile reassured me she had no interest in embarrassing me with her knowledge. The next week she bought the same mag and cheekily looked around grinning as if searching for someone. 

Days later my lady with her proud breasts returned, sooner than her usual interval, dressed similarly but with a woollen jumper under a coat. At first I was somewhat anxious. She said nothing as she waited until we were alone in the shop when she simply lifted her jumper to show me that she was braless. Their symmetry was as seductive as the perfection of the one. I made to move toward her but she backed off allowing me the pleasure of their jiggle. She then proceeded to play with them while occasionally glancing at the door in case someone was about to enter. I came to her side of the counter and she kept a distance of about five feet from me as she showed me her repertoire of breast juggling, hugging, squeezing etc. In turn I produced an appreciative bulge which she noted with her stare. This went on for a few minutes until someone intruded and she hid her breasts in wool. As this customer wanted something annoyingly involved my erotic enchantress smiled and waved at me as she left me to hide my problem behind the counter. 

She has been a few times since. Usually she has a performance planned tho once she did nothing, another tease. She has shown me bras that seemed impossible to fit her breasts into. A sheer top under a coat she only unbuttoned while in my shop. A deeply plunging top when she insisted on stooping in front of me while fidgeting, and more. She usually says nothing or little. Once she kept asking me long irrelevant questions as she pressed her body close to me and intermittently took my hand with hers under her top. But never under her skirt. 

I once asked her 'why' she said only: 'don't spoil it'. I anticipate seeing her again soon but it's getting busier in the shop, I hope she will improvise. I look forward to seeing and, perhaps, if she allows, feeling those glorious breasts again. As much as she likes me to, I'm sure. 

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Any large-breasted women who liked this story might like to show their appreciation by sending me a picture of themselves dressed as the character depicted. :-)

Thank you. 

Taking a Chance



Slowly, almost nervously, Linda approached the café. Looking through the window, she could see him sitting at the table, drinking his coffee and casually reading a newspaper as he waited for her.

Linda hesitated at the door and cursed herself silently for her uncertainty. She knew why she was here and she had been looking forward to it for weeks. Well, actually, months would be more accurate but, since that first ice-breaking meeting, circumstances had transpired to ensure this meeting had been delayed again and again. Linda had to almost pinch herself to remind her that this time, it was actually happening.

They had, of course, chatted online any number of times, describing in detail what they would do to each other if the opportunity ever arose and it had become Linda's favourite recurring fantasy.

And that, Linda admitted to herself was the source of her hesitation. Could reality ever live up to her expectations? Might it not be better to savour the fantasy and not have it replaced by some less than perfect reality.

"Bugger!" Linda swore again. If she turned away now she'd never know and she'd almost certainly regret it. She had let him down before, calling off at the last minute and she knew she was lucky to get a second chance. If she backed out again now, patient and understanding though he may be, she was certain she wouldn't get a third.

"The worst that can happen is that it won't be as good as I imagined it would be," Linda said to herself, "But then, who knows, it might be even better and he does come highly recommended." she smiled, thinking about the comments that the other women who had met him had left on his profile page. Hadn't her motivation for joining an adult contact site simply been to get herself some good, uncomplicated, no-strings sex, after all? Her life was too busy for a 'proper' relationship and it had seemed like an ideal compromise when she first joined. Had she not first contacted him because she thought there was a strong possibility that he could provide her with just that?

"Fuck it! What have I got to lose?" Linda asked herself as she reached out to open the door.

"Hi, Linda," he said, rising to his feet and smiling warmly as she approached his table, "Can I get you anything?"

"Uh, hi, Craig," she replied, cursing herself for the note of uncertainty in her voice, "Um, a large Earl Grey, white, no sugar would be lovely."

Linda made herself comfortable as Craig went to place their order. "What the hell am I doing here?" she asked herself again. She caught Craig smiling at her and, despite herself, she smiled back. It occurred to her that, at the very least, she could enjoy her drink and his conversation, nothing else actually had to happen. They both knew why they were there but that didn't mean that anything more than a pleasant chat over a cup of tea had to follow. Of course, deep down, she hoped that something else might develop, she wouldn't have come otherwise but the fact that she could still walk away if she wasn't certain provided her with a degree of comfort.

Absently, she wondered if the other women on the site, or even the men, felt anything like this when they first met someone purely for the purpose of hopefully getting naked and naughty with them. She suspected they must. There was always a certain nervousness attached to 'first times', she felt, no matter how meticulously planned they might be.

"There you go," said Craig, putting her tea down before her, snapping her out of her reverie.

"Thanks," Linda replied, noticing his warm, friendly smile once again and responding in kind.

As they chatted, Linda relaxed and was relieved when she realised that the chemistry that had been present at their first meeting was still present. They talked about inconsequential things; neither of them feeling any particular need to discuss the actual reasons they were there; they both knew why they had met up that evening.

When their drinks were finished, Craig offered to get some more. Linda realised that, if she was going to make her move, this was probably the perfect opening.

"We could do, I guess," she replied, "Or, if you prefer, we could, um, wait and have it at mine. It's only five minutes from here and it won't cost the small fortune that they charge in here."

Craig smiled. "That sounds like a plan," he replied, "And I guess there are other ways I could repay your hospitality."

Linda laughed. "I'm glad you said that, and yes, I'm pretty certain I'll find a way of extracting full payment."

"I was pretty certain that you would," Craig replied, smiling his lopsided smile.

The walk to Linda's house took no more than the five minutes she said it would but Linda was totally unaware of the passage of time. Having made her decision and discovering that Craig was just as keen as she was to move things along, Linda had been lost in a haze of excited anticipation.

"Here we are," Linda announced when they reached her door. In her growing excitement, she fumbled with her keys as she tried to open the door.

Almost as soon as the door closed behind them, Linda's lips were on Craig's. As her tongue explored his mouth, she struggled out of her coat, letting it fall to the floor.

Craig's coat quickly joined Linda's. As they kissed with increasing passion, their hands explored each other's bodies. Linda pressed herself against Craig, feeling his firm body against hers.

Electricity, pulsed through Linda's veins as her arousal climbed higher in response to Craig's touch. "Ohhhh, Craig," she sighed softly, "I... I can't believe this is finally happening. I've imagined this so many times, and now it's... it's really happening"

Craig laughed. "Yes it is," he said as Linda rubbed herself against him, his cock stiffening inside his jeans in response to her blatant display of desire, "It's really happening". 

"Mmmmmm," Linda murmured softly as they kissed again. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as their passion grew. Linda's hands continued to roam all over Craig's body as he began to stroke her breasts through her blouse, his fingers undoing a couple of buttons. 

Linda slid one hand down the front of Craig's jeans, feeling his stiff cock with her fingers, imagining again what it would feel like inside her. Feeling her juices begin to flow at the thought of having her pussy filled with his warm, hard, thrusting cock, Linda felt another tingle of anticipation as a warm glow spread over her.

Finally, their lips parted. "C'mon," Linda breathed, "Let's go upstairs." Craig nodded and let Linda take his hand as she guided him towards her bedroom.

Without any awareness of how she'd got there, Linda found herself lying on her bed, her blouse lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, Craig's body pressed firmly against hers as they kissed passionately. The bed moaned slightly under their weight as they squirmed together on its surface, Craig kissing the exposed tops of Linda's breasts, teasing her nipples through her bra as she bit on his neck.

As her excitement grew, Linda slid her hand between their bodies, seeking out the growing bulge in the front of Craig's jeans. "Is that for me?" she asked coyly, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I... uh... I guess it must be," Craig replied, squirming slightly in response to her touch. "Oh good!" Linda said, smiling as her fingers deftly released his zip and wriggled inside.

Craig pressed his lips to Linda's again, kissing her deeply as her fingers stroked his cock. Linda felt his organ growing in her hand and, once again, found herself wondering what it would feel like buried deep inside her. "I suppose you're going to want me to do something about this?" Linda asked, giving his cock another squeeze.

"Well... um... yeah, I guess," Craig replied, rendered almost speechless by the attentions of Linda's fingers. 

Linda smiled then slid down the bed until her face was level with his crotch. She fished his stiff rod out of his jeans then flicked her tongue over the swollen knob. "Was this what you had in mind?" she asked, fluttering her long lashes at him.

"Uh... why, yes. Something like that," Craig stammered.

Holding his shaft lightly with her fingertips, Linda ran her tongue along its length, swirling it over his knob. Craig groaned with pleasure as she employed her mouth to drive him wild. "Fuck, Linda, that's so good," he gasped as her lips circled his shaft, engulfing his knob in her hot mouth. She began to slide her lips back and forth along his length, sucking lightly and flicking her tongue along the underside of his cock. "That's so good, Linda!" he moaned, "You're the best cocksucker I've ever had!" 

"Thanks; but I bet you say that to all the girls," Linda teased.

"Um... Well... Yeah, maybe, I guess," Craig admitted, "But it's still true."

Linda laughed. "Yeah, OK, I guess I believe you," she replied before wrapping her lips around his shaft again.

Linda purred contentedly as she slid her mouth along Craig's cock. She knew she was good but she loved it when the beneficiary of her skills complimented her mid blow-job.

Rocking her head back and forth, Linda's lips slid up and down Craig's pole, her tongue teasing his knob. Sliding her head forward, she swallowed as Craig's swollen knob lodged in the back of her throat and heard him gasp with pleasure. "Oh fuck, Linda!" Craig groaned as her throat tightened around his knob.

Linda wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and began to stroke lightly, her fingers moving in tandem with her lips. 

Craig's hips began to surge forward. "I'm getting close Linda," he moaned as he pushed his cock into Linda's mouth. She sucked harder and could taste his pre-cum on her tongue. 

"Oh Linda! Ohhhhh fuck, Linda!" Craig sighed, the pressure for release building. 

Linda slid her mouth back. Circling her fingers around Craig's shaft, just below his knob, Linda squeezed gently, preventing his release as the tip of her tongue teased his slit.

Craig's cock began to twitch. He squirmed, his hips thrusting as the need to release consumed him. Linda kept up the pressure on his shaft, teasing his knob with her tongue, sucking it hard. Craig groaned as the pressure mounted unbearably. Linda could feel his cock begin to pulse under fingers, she sensed the tightening of the muscles in Craig's groin. 

"Please, Linda," Craig moaned, "Let me cum. I... I'm going to explode!"

Linda let her mouth go slack in preparation for Craig's eruption. She slowly loosened her grip on his shaft and instantly felt his seed surge up through his straining cock. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh, fffuuucccckkkkkk!!!!!" Craig moaned as he began firing his cum into Linda's mouth, the sensations of his denied release, painful in their intensity. 

Linda swallowed hard as jet after jet of hot, thick cum flooded into her mouth and down her throat.

As Craig's eruption subsided, Linda let his cum pool on her tongue, savouring its rich flavour before swallowing it down. With his torrent reduced to a slow dribble, she used her fingers to squeeze the last drops into her mouth, teasing them out of his slit with her tongue.

Linda let Craig's spent cock slip from her mouth then stood up, kicking off her shoes. She smiled down at Craig who lay on the bed, breathing hard, trying to recover from his intense climax. "Pull yourself together, lover," she said as she let her short skirt fall to the floor around her feet, "My pussy is in need of some TLC." Linda peeled off her ankle socks before reaching up to unhook her bra. She slid the straps down her arms, freeing her large, firm and full breasts. They jiggled as she bent forward and began to wriggle out of her damp knickers.

Stepping up to the bed, Linda leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against Craig's face before swinging one leg over to straddle him. The bed squeaked below them and Linda giggled as she deliberately rocked back and forth. Craig reached up and pressed her breasts together, leaning forward to flick his tongue over their surface. "Oh fuck, Craig, yes! Lick my tits! Make 'em wet all over!" Linda demanded, grinding her pussy against his recently drained cock.

Coating her breasts with a warm film of saliva, Craig's hands slid easily over their surface. Linda purred contentedly as Craig's mouth explored every inch of her breasts, kissing and licking them, drawing each of her nipples into his mouth in turn and flicking them with his tongue. As she ground her pussy against him, stimulating her clit, the bed squeaked and groaned in time with her movements and a warm glow spread through her body causing her cheeks to blush. 

From the testimonials left by other women on his profile page, Linda was already pretty confident that Craig would be good with his tongue. Very soon, she would be finding out for herself just how good he really was and then her clit would soon be getting all the stimulation it needed. 

Much as she enjoyed the attention her breasts were receiving from his mouth, Linda needed more. Torn between the desire to take things slowly, to give Craig's cock the time it needed to recover and the need to feel his tongue on her clit, Linda surrendered to her need. "I need to cum, Craig," she moaned, "I need to feel your mouth on my pussy! I need to find out if you really are as good as the others say you are."

"I hope I can live up to your expectations," Craig said coyly.

"Ohhh, don't worry. I'm sure you will!" Linda replied, "I've read the comments they've left and we women never lie about important things like these."

Craig laughed then began to slide down the bed, between Linda's legs, kissing her flat stomach as he moved into position. Reaching up, he gripped her breasts with his hands as he settled his face between her thighs. Linda's lower lips glistened with her juices. The scent of her rich nectar filled Craig's senses as he began to run his tongue up the insides of Linda's thighs, pinching her nipples with his fingers, his warm breath flowing over and around her moist folds.

"Eat me! Don't tease me, Craig!" Linda moaned, pushing her hips back, trying desperately to press her pussy against his mouth.

Craig laughed. "In a hurry are we? Have you got someone else waiting?" he teased.

"N... noooooo," Linda moaned, "I... I just want to feel your tongue on my pussy! I've waited too long for this, I... I don't want to wait any longer," she pleaded.

Craig laughed again but continued his slow teasing, his mouth coming close to, but never quite touching Linda's pussy. Linda's complaints became increasingly urgent as her frustration mounted. "Eat my fucking pussy, Craig!" she moaned as the suspense became unbearable. 

Suddenly, without any warning, she felt his tongue graze her moist lower lips. "Ooooohhhhhhh!" she sighed, "Ooohhhhhh yesssss!"

Slipping his tongue between Linda's moist folds, Craig lightly nuzzled her pussy. Her juices flowed out of her tunnel and Craig lapped them into his mouth. His tongue darted in and out of Linda's pussy and she squirmed above him, moaning and sighing with pleasure as the sensations in her pussy spread over her. Craig moved his tongue to Linda's clit, his hands rubbing and squeezing her breasts.

"That's sooooo, good!" Linda moaned, grinding her pussy against his mouth. As his tongue teased her clit, Craig reached down and slid the tips of two fingers into her pussy. "Oooooh Craig!" Linda sighed, pushing back to let his fingers penetrate her more deeply.

Craig twisted his fingers inside her, coating them with her juices. Suddenly, he pulled them out and his hand returned to her breast. Linda moaned as he anointed her nipple with her juices.

Repeating the process with the fingers of one hand, then the other, Craig coated Linda's breasts with her juices as his tongue lashed her clit. "Ohhhhh Craig, I... I love that," Linda sighed as he rubbed her juices into the soft skin of her breasts, "It... it feels sooooo dirty!" Drawing a deep breath, she felt the first rippling tremors of her approaching climax spread through her pussy.

They rolled over. As Craig's tongue lashed her clit, Linda reached down and began pulling his head towards her as she pushed her hips forward. The tip of Craig's tongue flicked her throbbing clit, intensifying her sensations as the contractions spread to her womb.

"Oh fuck, Craig, yesssss! That's it! Don't stop!" Linda cried, struggling to force the words out as her body began to shake. Craig reached up and tugged on her nipples as his tongue lashed her clit, causing Linda to cry out as the pain increased her pleasure. "Ooooooooh, Craig!" she cried, "I... I'm cummmmmmming!" 

Linda's body thrashed. Writhing on the bed, thrusting her hips, she ground her pussy against Craig's mouth, pressing his tongue firmly against her clit. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned as she surrendered to her climax.

Slowly circling her clit with his tongue, Craig fed Linda's climax, keeping her at boiling point as she came again and again. Linda moaned and cried out, becoming louder and more vocal as Craig drove her on. As the waves of her orgasm rose and fell Craig hoped that her neighbours were out, he had never known any girl who gave voice to her pleasure as loudly as Linda was doing at that moment.

When Linda could finally take no more, she forced herself to push Craig's head away. She lay on the bed breathing hard, her eyes closed, her body shaking as her climax subsided. "Oh Craig," she sighed, "That was fantastic. Even better than I expected. Those girls on your profile didn't even come close to describing how good you are."

Craig smiled. He stroked Linda's cheek lightly. "Thank you," he said, "It's always nice to know your efforts are appreciated."

"Ohhhh, they were. They most certainly were," Linda replied dreamily.

As her breathing returned to normal and control returned to her body, Linda opened her eyes. She smiled as she noticed that Craig's cock had recovered. "I want us to do it now, Craig," she breathed, "I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me and I want you to fuck me hard!"

Slightly surprised by Linda's frankness, Craig hesitated, glued to the spot. A small frown crossed Linda's face. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked testily, "Don't you want to fuck me?"

Craig smiled. "Of course," he replied, "I'm just not used to being told so forcibly," he added.

"Sorry," Linda replied, "I'm like that some times; but I really, really do need a good, hard fuck and I really need it now, so, will you fuck me now? Pretty please?"

Craig laughed. Spurred into action, he quickly undressed. Linda smiled again, holding out her arms to gather him to her as he lay down on top of her. "Oooohhhh, Craig," Linda sighed again, "I really want to feel your lovely big cock inside me."

Craig nodded, smiling. "Your wish is my command," he said as he began to slowly press forward, moaning slightly as he felt the warmth of Linda's juices coat his knob as it spread her lower lips and pressed against the entrance of her pussy. 

"Oh, Craig!" Linda sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt her entrance stretch around his knob. He began to push in slightly deeper and Linda suddenly tensed. "Ohhhhh, oh stop a second. Sorry. Let me relax a bit," Linda sighed. She made herself relax as Craig kissed her tenderly, the first inches of his cock still inside her, as her hands moved down his back to rest lightly on his buttocks. "Ok," she sighed after a few seconds then kissed him, "Sorry about that. The excitement got to me suddenly. You can keep going now."

Pushing slowly forward, Craig edged in deeper, feeling the walls of Linda's pussy stretch around his shaft until he was fully inside her. "Fuck Linda, that feels good!" he groaned, "It's so warm and tight."

Linda nodded. "Don't move," she sighed, "I want to get used to it. Your cock feels sooooo good inside me." 




Taking a Chance



Linda flexed the walls of her pussy around Craig's shaft, accustoming herself to the feeling of her tunnel stretching around his shaft. Her pussy felt deliciously full; fuller than it had been for far too long, she thought to herself. She flexed her walls again, causing Craig to gasp.

"Fuck, Linda, that's good," Craig groaned as the walls of her pussy tightened and relaxed around his shaft.

Linda reached up and pulled Craig's face towards her, kissing him deeply, her tongue swirling in his mouth as she ran her hands down his back to grip his taught buttocks again. As she savoured the feeling of having him inside her, any tension she had felt, quickly melted away. 

Linda gazed up at Craig, her brown eyes smouldering. "OK," she purred softly, "I'm ready now." 

Craig kissed her tenderly then slowly began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out, the length of his strokes slowly increasing. "Ohhhhh Craig!" Linda moaned, "We're doing it! We're really doing it at last! You're fucking me!" she cried, "After all this time, you're finally fucking my pussy!" 

Laughing, Craig shook his head as he replied, "You know, Linda, you have a talent for stating the obvious."

Linda slapped one hand against his buttock. "Brute!" she moaned, "You're going to have to make it up to me now for that".

Slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts, Craig worked his cock in and out of Linda's tight pussy, the squeaking of the bed matching the tempo of his strokes. Linda rocked her hips up and down, meeting his strokes, her tunnel flexing around his shaft. "Oh yes, Craig! Fuck me! It feels sooooo good!" Linda cried, dragging her fingernails up and down Craig's back.

"You feel so tight around my cock," Craig groaned as Linda's pussy tightened around him.

Linda pulled her legs back, opening herself up, allowing Craig to sink in deeper. "Harder, Craig!" she urged, digging her fingernails into his buttocks again, "Fuck me harder!"

The slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room. The bed groaned in protest beneath them. Linda's cries of pleasure increased in volume as Craig's cock pounded her. "I can feel your balls slapping against my arse," she giggled as he drove his cock into her pussy.

As Craig's cock plunged in and out, Linda reached up to play with her breasts. Craig raised himself up, giving Linda more room. The shift in weight pinned Linda even more firmly to the bed, increasing the friction as his short pubic hair tickled her swollen clit. 

Linda squeezed her breasts, tugging at her nipples as Craig's cock impaled her. Suddenly, her body began to shake. "Ooooooooh fuck! I'm cummmmmmming!" she gasped as her sudden climax took her by surprise.

As her sensations became more and more intense, Linda became even more vocal, urging Craig on, demanding to be fucked harder and faster. Craig found the strength to increase his pace as the spasms rippling through the walls of Linda's pussy gripped his cock even more tightly.

Linda came again and again, each climax more powerful than the last. She hadn't expected it to be like this the first time Craig fucked her. Based on the experience of her previous partners, she had been prepared not to cum at all the first time someone fucked her; it usually took a number of attempts before anyone stumbled across and managed to press the right buttons. The unexpected novelty of the experience added to the intensity of her sensations. The room echoed with her cries of joy as her orgasm peaked repeatedly, her pussy deliciously full of cock.

The flexing walls of Linda's pussy around his shaft slowly brought Craig to the edge of his own climax. "I... I'm g... getting close Linda," he groaned. 

"Yesssssss!" Linda cried, "Cum in my pussy! Fill me with your hot cum!" 

Craig groaned, driving his cock into Linda with long, hard, powerful thrusts as he tried to hold back.

The pressure mounted. Craig's body became as rigid as his cock as he tried to delay his climax. 

"Oh yes!" Linda cried, urging him on, "Cum for me Craig! Fill my pussy!"

Throwing his head back as he reached the point where he could hold back no longer, Craig buried his cock in Linda's quivering pussy. "I... I'm cumming Linda! I'm cumming!" he yelled as he felt his seed surge up from his balls. His cock erupted, sending a thick stream of cum into Linda's pussy, splashing against the neck of her womb.

"Ohhhhh Craig!" Linda cried as her climax re-ignited, her pussy tightening its grip on his cock. "I can feel your cum in my cunt! I can feel its heat inside me!" 

Craig groaned, no longer in control of his movements. His hips thrust automatically, his cock pulsed as he fired jet after jet of cum into Linda, moving with short, jerking stabs. 

Linda murmured her pleasure as she felt Craig's cum fill her pussy.

Exhausted, Craig slumped down on top of Linda, breathing hard, his cock still buried in her pussy. Linda wrapped her arms around Craig's neck and kissed him. "Ohhhhh, Craig," she sighed, "That was wonderful. I never imagined it would feel sooooo good."  

Craig groaned, pulling his cock from Linda's tender pussy as he rolled over. 

"I think you need a little reward," Linda giggled as she began to slide down the bed.

Taking hold of Craig's flagging cock with her fingers, she sucked his knob into her mouth, savouring the mixed flavour of their juices before swallowing the last drops of cum and licking his shaft clean. 

"Mmmmmm. Thank you, Linda," Craig sighed as she moved up beside him again.

"Mmmmmm, thank you," Linda purred contentedly. She could feel Craig's cum begin to trickle from her pussy. Pressing her fingers between her lower lips, she let it dribble over them, coating them with its sticky warmth. She raised her cum covered fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth. "Mmmmm, she sighed, "Your cum tastes sooooo good."

Craig and Linda lay together on the bed for about half an hour, occasionally kissing and letting their hands caress each other's bodies as they basked in the afterglow of their experience. "Craig?" Linda enquired softly, "Do you think you could give my back and neck a bit of a rub?"

Craig chuckled. "Of course," he replied.

"Mmmm, that's nice," Linda sighed as Craig's fingers began to work on her neck. Warmth flowed into her muscles as he gently but firmly applied pressure.

Craig worked slowly but methodically, moving from Linda's neck to her shoulders and then down her spine, her thighs and her lower legs. Linda felt warm and relaxed as Craig's hands eased away her tension.

Planting kisses as he worked his hands over her skin, Craig smiled as Linda squirmed and sighed dreamily in response to his ministrations. "You're turning me on again," she admitted as the warm glow of relaxation turned to one of arousal.

Linda rolled over. "I think my front would like some attention too," she breathed. Craig smiled and traced the curve of her breasts with his fingertips.

Leaning forward, Craig flicked his tongue over Linda's nipples, sucking lightly on each one in turn. "Ahhhh, mmmmm!" Linda sighed as, once again, he coated her breasts with a warm film of saliva.

As he licked and sucked on Linda's large, firm breasts, Craig lightly ran one hand up the inside of her thighs. "Oooooohhhhh! Mmmmmm!" Linda moaned softly as the tips of his fingers lightly grazed her moist and tender lower lips.

Still licking and sucking on Linda's breasts, Craig worked his fingers between the moist folds of her pussy. "Yessssssss!" she exhaled sharply as his fingertip brushed against her clit, "Ooooooh, fuck, yesssss!"

Linda's body began responding to Craig's attentions. Her hips began to rock as he worked one, then two fingers into her pussy, his thumb teasing her clit. As her arousal climbed, she became increasingly vocal. "Yes, Craig, yesssss! Suck my tits!" she demanded, "Finger my pussy! Mmmmm, ahhhhh!"

As Linda's breathing deepened and her body squirmed, Craig worked a third finger into her pussy. Once it was coated with her juices, he removed it and slowly began working it into her tight rear hole as he twisted the other two inside Linda's pussy.

As Craig teased both holes with his fingers, Linda felt herself slip over the edge. "Fuck! Oooohhhh Fuck!" she cried, screwing her eyes tightly closed as her climax gripped her.

Fucking both holes with his fingers, Craig circled Linda's clit with his thumb. Biting down softly on one nipple, he teased its tip with his tongue. The sensations overwhelmed her. Arching her back as powerful contractions pulsed through her, Linda exhaled a long, barely audible, "Yesssssssssss!" of release.

Unable to endure any more, Linda reluctantly begged Craig to stop. Craig slipped his fingers out of her pussy and arse and held her tight, feeling her body tremble in his embrace.

"Oh fuck, Craig. That was wonderful!" Linda announced as control slowly returned to her body.

Craig kissed her cheek. "Glad to have been of service," he replied.

"Ohhhh, you most certainly have. Do you think you could do it again?" Linda asked softly, "Give me another good seeing-to, I mean? I'd really enjoy trying to get some more attention from that lovely thick cock of yours."

"I, um, er, I don't know. Probably," Craig replied.

Linda reached down and circled his cock with her fingers, rubbing gently, feeling it begin to stiffen again. "Part of you seems keen," she purred. Craig laughed and Linda continued, "And I do still have a third hole to fill after all, especially since you went and got it all worked up," she added. As she spoke, Craig's cock grew harder. Linda giggled. "Someone seems to like the idea of fucking my tight little arsehole," she breathed, tightening her grip around Craig's shaft. 

Craig found himself becoming increasingly turned on. "You've fucked my mouth, you've fucked my pussy, wouldn't you like to fuck my arse too?" Linda teased.

"Well, I can hardly refuse an offer like that now, can I?" Craig teased.

"Well, only if you think you can manage," Linda replied, giving his now fully erect cock another gentle tug, "I mean, I wouldn't want you to overdo things, but my arse really does want a good pounding too." 

Craig nodded. Affecting an air of mock seriousness he replied, "Oh, I'm sure I can manage if you can."

"Good! That's settled then," Linda said as she got on to all fours. "Fuck my pussy again first," she said, "Get that lovely big cock of yours nice and wet with my juices so you can stick it into my delicate little arsehole." 

Craig got into position behind her and slid his knob up and down between Linda's moist lower lips, brushing it over her clit. His cum still trickled from her pussy as pressed the head of his cock against her opening.

"Yesssssss!" Linda sighed as Craig's cock slid into her, filling her once more. She gripped it with her pussy walls as Craig began to stroke it in and out. "Can you reach my tits from there?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder to smile at him. Craig leaned forward. Reaching out, he took her firm, large breasts in his hands, squeezing them as his cock plunged in and out of her hot and very wet pussy.

Reaching back between her legs, Linda began to finger her throbbing clit. It was slick with a mixture of her juices and Craig's cum. Linda had to press firmly to achieve enough friction. "Fuck me, Craig! Fuck me! she cried, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. Craig teased her nipples as his cock stroked in and out. 

The pressure of Linda's fingers on her clit combined with the sensations in her breasts and pussy and she quickly found herself on the brink of another orgasm.

"I'm cumming! I... I'm cumming again!" Linda cried, riding the waves of her climax as they washed over her. Craig's cock pounded her, his fingers on her nipples sent bolts of electricity through her body. 

As her climax peaked, Linda cried out, "Now, Craig! I want to feel your cock in my arse." 

Craig pulled his cock from her pussy and Linda experienced a fleeting sense of disappointment as she felt the emptiness in her pussy. Leaning forward, thrusting her bum in the air, Linda reached back to spread her cheeks. "Ooooooooh," she giggled as she felt Craig's knob press against her puckered rear entrance. Her giggles turned to gasps as Craig pushed forward, slowly edging the head of his cock into her tight rear entrance.

Linda forced herself to relax as Craig's cock slid slowly into her back passage. "Ohhhh fuck! That feels so good!" she moaned as her tight rear hole stretched around his invading cock.

As she accustomed herself to the sensations, Linda pushed her hips back as Craig continued to slide his cock into her back passage. The up-thrust cheeks of her bum pressed against the front of his thighs, his pubic hair tickled her stretched and tender rear opening.

"Yes!" Linda cried emphatically, "Ohhhhh yesssss! Fuck my arse, Craig! Fuck it now!"

Starting slowly with short, smooth strokes, Craig began to slide his cock in and out of Linda's tight arsehole. Linda murmured her pleasure, her face buried in the pillow, muffling her voice as she pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. "Harder!" Craig heard Linda say and he increased his pace to comply with her demands.

As Craig's cock impaled her, Linda reached back between her legs once again to tease her clit. Craig sawed his cock in and out of her tight rear hole, his balls slapping against the enflamed lips of her pussy. 

"Fuck, Linda!" Craig groaned, "Your arse is so fucking tight" he groaned as he pumped in and out.

As bolts of electricity pulsed from her clit, Linda began to wish she had another man there so she could have both holes filled at the same time. She had had a couple of threesomes in the past and had always enjoyed that particular feeling that came with having both holes stretched and filled by a thrusting cock at the same time. For the present, she had to be satisfied with her imagination and the images in her mind turned her on even more.

Craig was breathing hard as he fucked Linda's arse. Despite having been drained of two loads of cum, one in her mouth and the other in her pussy, the tightness of her back passage as his shaft rubbed along its walls was bringing him close again. Linda felt her climax approaching as her fingers rubbed her clit. "Yesssss! Oooohhhhhh yesssssss! Fuck my arse, Craig! Fuck it hard!" she cried as her clit throbbed beneath her fingers.

Spasms began to grip Linda's womb, her body began to shake as she surrendered herself to the most powerful orgasm of the evening. "Oh yesssssss! Ooooooooh fuck yesssss! It feels sooooo good!" she cried as she lost control of her pleasure wracked body.

Craig felt the pressure mount as his cock plunged into Linda's tight rear tunnel. Linda thrust her hips back as she came, impaling herself on his cock. 

Feeling the spasms of Linda's orgasm through the walls of her back passage pushed Craig over the edge. "I... I'm cumming, Linda!" he roared as his cock erupted for a third time, firing his seed deep into her bowels.

Having had his balls drained twice already, this time it was over quickly, emptying his load almost all at once. Craig pulled out and slumped to the bed, breathing hard. Linda quickly curled up beside him, letting him take her in his arms.

"Do you still want that coffee?" Linda asked once she had recovered slightly.

Craig laughed. "I'd forgotten all about that for some reason," he admitted.

"Me too. Funny how that happened," Linda agreed. "Let's get cleaned up and I can fix us both one before you head off."

"Sounds good," Craig agreed, nodding.

"Sorted then," said Linda. "Oh, and Craig?"

"Yes?"

"Let's do this again soon!"



Taking a Chance



Most of the mail I get is ordinary. Number ten sized business envelopes, white, with an address label affixed and a return address. A few have unusual stamps but most have the Liberty Bell stamp in the corner or a thing that says they sent so many of these letters that they got a special price. I average maybe twenty letters a day in my mail box. Mostly ordinary, uniformly boring. On the fifth of January there was only one envelope in my mailbox. One.

It wasn't a number ten business envelope. It was that length but taller by almost an inch. The paper was lavender, not white, of a velum texture and heavier than the standard weight of paper used in envelopes. The letter was addressed in a flowing hand written script of purple ink. Very feminine looking script.

"Ok," I said out loud, even though no one else was in the house, "You have my attention." 

I carried the single envelope back to my office and sat at my desk before opening it. I used the sharp letter opening knife I keep in the top center drawer of my desk to slit the letter open. Even the sound the knife made was different from the sound it made slicing through all those other envelopes in the past.

Inside was a single sheet of matching lavender paper. A hand written invitation.

Mr. Nick Peterson

You are Invited

To

A Small Select Gathering

At

Greybrook Lodge

18 Greybrook Road

N45.33694 -- W110.69179

Montana

Your Reservation

Begins

The First of March 2004

And is good for seven days.

Your lodging, food and activities are all prepaid.

Your cost is for Transportation to and from 

Greybrook Lodge

Please respond to this invitation in one of these ways:

•If you will be attending.

•If you will not be able to attend this Gathering,

Please call 1-800-555-2324... a machine will answer.

Please state your response and your name. 

The page was signed Alison and made more personal by the imprint of her lipstick lips next to her name.

Alison. My mind wandered back over the years touching the names and memories of the women I have known, lusted after, loved, wished for and a few who I disliked. I was looking for Alison. She wasn't there.

I looked at the computer screen and saw that I had no meetings, no travel plans, nothing that would prevent me from accepting the invitation. I read the invitation again. 

Ayla had left my life five years before and no one had moved into that space since. I had not started looking for a companion, lover, wife, girl-friend in the five years since Ayla. There were nights where the loneliness was physically painful and days where it was hard to concentrate on my work, but not painful enough to get me out and into the hunt, yet.

The phone rang and I put the invitation on the desk, answered the phone and went to work. Over the next two days that lavender sheet of vellum was moved quite a few times on the top of my desk. Never thrown away. Not read again, just moved to make room for papers to do with business.

On Friday I went to the mail box and again found only one envelope. Lavender and just like the one that had arrived on Tuesday. How could someone arrange to have it delivered by itself? Impossible, yet it had happened twice.

At my desk I slit the envelope open and withdrew a single sheet of the same paper.

Mr. Nick Peterson

You are Invited

To

A Small Select Gathering

At

Greybrook Lodge

18 Greybrook Road

N45.33694 -- W110.69179

Montana

Your Reservation

Begins

The First of March 2004

And is good for seven days.

Your lodging, food and activities have all been prepaid.

Your cost is for Transportation to and from 

Greybrook Lodge

Please respond to this invitation in one of these three ways:

•If you will be attending alone.

•If you will not be able to attend this Gathering,

Please call 1-800-555-2324... a machine will answer.

Please state your response and your name.

We Need Your Response.

It was again signed Alison and personalized with a lipstick imprint. 

I picked up the phone and dialed the number, not sure which of the possible responses I was about to give. Was I willing to go to Montana for a week?

The phone rang twice and was answered by a machine. The voice was sultry and said, "This is the response line for the gathering that begins the First of March. At the tone, please state your name and then your response. We hope to see you on the first." After a three or four second pause, the tone sounded.

"Nick Peterson. I'll be there." I waited ten seconds and hung up.

The phone rang twenty or more times that day. Lots of business got done and I felt good about almost all of it. As was my habit I reach for a switch at seven in the evening that stops the phone from ringing and sends all calls to a machine. As my hand reached for the switch the phone rang.

My hand lifted the handset and I said, "I almost missed your call. This is Nick. How may I help you?"

The sultry voice from the answering machine at Greybrook Lodge said, "Good evening, Mr. Peterson. Thank you for responding that you will be here on the first. I have some information for you. Do you have a moment now?"

"Yes."

"Good. You may want to write some of this down. The first is a Sunday and you are welcome to arrive any time on Sunday. If it would make your travel better for you, you may arrive on Saturday evening, any time after dark. If you would like to arrive Saturday evening please call the number on your invitation any time on Saturday and tell us what time you anticipate arriving."

"That is quite considerate."

"We realize that weather and road conditions vary and our best laid plans sometimes do not work just as we planned them, Mr. Peterson. When you arrive, if it is Saturday evening, you may feel free to pick any one of the eight rooms. Please put your name on the card on the door so that anyone else arriving will not select the same room. You are welcome to anything you find in the kitchen. Breakfast will be served beginning at eight on Sunday morning. Unless you request something else your breakfast Sunday morning will be eggs, over medium, French toast, sausage, patty style, sugar-free syrup, Navy coffee and a very small glass of orange juice. Will that be satisfactory?"

"That is my favorite breakfast. It will be fine. Would you please tell me who else is coming to this gathering?"

"I'm sorry, that is not permitted. You know them, or knew them at some point in your life. Each of them considers you a friend."

"I was just curious. Ok, anything else?"

"No. Have a safe drive. I look forward to meeting you at breakfast on Monday. I will not be at the Lodge until then."

"I look forward to that as well."

She said good-bye and the line went dead. The evening was spent making preparations for the drive and the week long stay in Montana. Once I was packed I used my computer to map my trip and plan my stops. I found that from my home at the edge of Los Angeles to the area of Montana where the lodge was located was about an eighteen hour drive, if the roads were clear and the weather good. I like driving, but don't like rushing. 

If I drove to St. George Utah and spent the night, drove on to Idaho Falls the next day, then the final drive would only be about two hundred fifty miles and maybe five hours. Working backwards and picking an arrival time of four Saturday afternoon I calculated that I would need to leave Idaho Falls sometime before eleven Saturday morning. To arrive in Idaho Falls at or before about dusk I would need to leave St. George by nine Friday morning. Since the drive to St. George would take about seven hours I needed to leave home before ten Thursday morning. 

It was Friday evening when I made the calculations. On Saturday I took my car in and had it serviced for a road trip. My mechanic had taken care of all my vehicles for the last ten years and he was someone I counted on. He installed a GPS unit in my car, to make the trip easier. He said I could either return the GPS to him when I returned, or stop by and pay for it. I guess that makes me a good customer in his eyes.

I made reservations in St. George and Idaho Falls for my stays, for the trip up and a week later, the trip home again.

The woman who comes and cleans my home once a week, Carmen, came on Saturday. I arranged with her to house-sit while I was gone. I knew she loved house-sitting for me. She lived in a very modest one bedroom house-behind-a-house and the neighborhood was noisy. When she stayed in my home it was quiet, there was a pool, a hot tub, a big kitchen and a media room. She would indulge all those pleasures while I was gone.

Between my conversation with Carmen about house-sitting and Thursday morning I focused on business. Wednesday evening I packed my suitcase into the car and loaded my snacks and beverages into the cooler that would sit next to me in the car. During the day I generally stop for gas and bathrooms, not food. I graze while I drive.

When I turned north onto Interstate 15 I turned on my XM radio and listened to bluegrass music. As I pulled out of the gas station in Las Vegas I switched to classical music. Getting the broadcast from a satellite meant I was never out-of-range and didn't need to search for a new station once. 

In St. George I ate a good meal, watched some basketball on television and went to sleep pretty early. In the morning I ate a good breakfast and was on the road a little ahead of schedule. The weather was cold and threatened a little snow as I drove. 

I listened to Cajun music for an hour or so and then changed to the blues. When I stopped for gas and a pit stop I bought some bottled water and a box of cookies being sold by a Girl Scout Troop. I tossed the box in the back seat, out of easy reach, to lessen the temptation. I like supporting kids in good things, but eating the cookies would not be a good thing for me. Truth be told, if I opened the box I'd eat every cookie. Safer not to open the box.

In the afternoon it started snowing. I slowed down and tucked in behind a semi. He was easy to follow and his rig blew lots of snow off the road for me. I switched to a trucker's station and listened to road and weather the rest of the way to Idaho Falls. The forecast said it would snow all night, but not enough to stop road travel.

When I parked at the hotel it was twenty-eight degrees, according to the digital sign on the bank across the street. I hurried inside. Over dinner I watched the other people in the dining room. They were dressed for warmth and comfort, not an evening out. I was the only one alone. I saw couples, families and three tables with two couples at each. I heard laughter, conversation and saw three couples kiss as I sat alone and ate my salmon dinner.

The bed was good, not great, and the hotel room was a duplicate of most hotel rooms the world over. A little older perhaps, but clean, devoid of personality and smelled of whatever industrial cleaner they all seem to use. The wake up call came and in spite of knowing it came from a computer I said "Thank you" before I hung up.

When I stepped into the hallway I almost bumped into a tall blond walking towards the elevator. She was wearing high heeled boots, dark tan pants and a sweater that was filled with promises. She looked great for eight in the morning.

"I'm sorry. I almost knocked you down." I said.

"Don't worry about it!" She smiled and gave me a little extra room. "Being knocked down could be better than being knocked up."

"At this point in my life, I would agree. Twenty years ago, I might have taken issue with you."

"Twenty years ago I might have volunteered to let you do both!"

We laughed a little and entered the elevator.

"Headed for breakfast?" I asked.

"Yes, then it's on the road again. You?"

"Just like you. Eat and drive. I'll get there today if the weather cooperates."

"Amen. Is your wife joining you for breakfast?"

"No. I'm traveling alone. No wife, girl-friend, business partner or sidekick here or at home."

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to pry."

"You didn't. If it isn't prying, is someone joining you for breakfast?"

"I'm hoping you might."

"Great idea. By the way, I'm Nick." I stuck my hand out and she took it. I was impressed. There are still women who shake hands like they are offering you a dead fish. She wasn't one of them. Her hand was firm and friendly. She said her name was Amanda.

We had a great breakfast and better conversation.

When it was time we walked back to our rooms and got our bags. I carried her bag and mine to her car. She opened the trunk and I said, "If I put my suitcase in there maybe we can meet again to trade back."

She handed me her card and said, "I wouldn't look good wearing your clothes for a week. If you want, give me a call and we'll see what we can start. I'd like that."

Her card gave her name as Amanda Stark, Consultant. I put her suitcase in the trunk, closed it and took one step back, unsure how to handle the parting ceremony.' Should I shake her hand, hug her or just say "Good-bye"?

She solved the problem. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her chest and the rest of her body against me. She tilted her head just a little and said, "I'd like a kiss."

She got at least one. Not three. It was too cold out there in the parking lot for three. I reached for my card to give her and she stopped me. "Don't give me your card. If what I offer isn't enough to get you to call me, then I don't need your card. If it was, I'll get all that information next time we're together."

She slipped into her Mercedes and fifteen seconds later I was alone in the parking lot. Less than half a minute after that I was in my car, starting the engine and the heater.

The radio told me the roads were clear and it would snow lightly all day. I drove carefully. My calculations had me driving five hours that day. That would be averaging fifty miles an hour. I looked at the speedometer and saw I was doing thirty-eight. Five hours changed to six and a half.

I listened to a station that played pop music. Mostly ballads and songs where the words mean something. The first song was by Paul Simon. Over the first hour I heard from Paul Simon, Alison Krauss, James Taylor, Lionel Richie, Barbara Streisand, and Ella. Most of the songs were ones I knew. Since I was alone, I sang along.

I wondered what Amanda Stark was doing as she drove along. I wondered where she was headed. We hadn't exchanged that information. Was she on the same highway as me, headed north? Or south? Or, had she turned to the east or west?

I resolved to call her when I got back home.

An accident slowed me some more. For an hour I made two miles progress. I was now looking at arrival after eight. At the junction where I could go east into Yellowstone and up to Pray, Montana I decided to stay on the bigger highway. It would take me to Bozeman.

As the day and the miles went on the snow began piling alongside the road. I called the number and said I would be in at about eight, but possibly as late as nine o'clock.

When I entered Bozeman I saw an open gas station and pulled in. When I got back into my car and started up the voice on the radio said what I didn't want to hear. Interstate 90 east of Bozeman was closed until some time the next morning. I could see a hotel from the gas station so I drove there and hoped they had a room available. Their parking lot wasn't completely full, but close.

At the desk I asked for a single room, non-smoking. The young woman looked up and didn't smile. "I'm very sorry Sir, we don't have any available rooms. The storm has closed the Interstate. You're welcome to stay in the lounge or the lobby but we have no rooms."

"Is there another hotel nearby?"

"Yes, there are some, but I've been checking and there are no rooms available. For safety sake you should stay here."

She was right. I found a comfortable chair, sat down and used my cell to call the lodge. I let them know that the weather had delayed me until sometime on Sunday.

Ten minutes of sitting in the lobby and I was dozing in the chair. Sometime later something bumped my foot and I woke up. I opened my eyes and saw Amanda's smile. Then I noticed the rest of her. She was still dressed as she had been when we parted and she looked as fresh and ready to go as she had at breakfast.

"You couldn't get a room?"

"Seems there's a convention in town and all the rooms are taken. How was I to know the Snowball Association of North America was meeting here tonight?"

"I must have arrived a few minutes before they convened. Are you going to eat dinner?"

"If I may buy you dinner, I'd enjoy that." I stood and as we walked to the dining room I was aware that my comfortable chair in the lobby had a new occupant.

If we were grading the dinner and the service they would both get a "C". The company got an "A". When dinner was over we stood and walked towards the lobby.

Amanda said, "If you'll allow me, I'd like to show you something." She hooked my arm and guided me to the elevators. We went up three floors and down the hall to her room. Inside I saw the standard hotel room, with one big exception; this one had Amanda in it and she was pulling her sweater up over her head.

Her large breasts were encased in lace and structural magic. She was tanned everywhere I could see and it appeared she was pale beneath the bra. She tossed the sweater on a chair and picked up the TV remote. A few button pushes and music played in the room.

"It's warm here in the room, Nick. Take off your jacket, please, and get comfortable." She sat at the end of the bed and took off her boots. I draped my jacket over the back of a chair.

"We need to stay here until they plow the road tomorrow. We can watch mindless television. We can play gin if we want to, or we can get better acquainted. Which would you like?"

"Just how acquainted are you prepared to get?"

"I'm hoping for at least one orgasm and lots of foreplay and post play. I'd like some heart to heart conversation and perhaps a shared secret or two."

"I've been in a car all day and I need a shower before any of that is Ok with me. I think if we get started without the shower I'll offend you and I'll end up out in the hallway."

"Can we shower together?"

"That's a great idea." I started undressing. Amanda removed her slacks, nylons and panties. She walked to me and asked if I'd enjoy removing her bra. I enjoyed removing it immensely. I expected her large breasts to sag and the nipples to point at the floor. They did show that gravity worked on them, but her nipples pointed ahead, not down. 

Before I reached for her melons she took me by the hand and into the bathroom. She started the shower and watched me finish getting naked. I was mostly hard. We got under the stream of hot water and soaped each other all over. I shampooed her hair, and washed every inch of her skin. As I washed I noticed a scar near the crease where her butt met her leg. My memory went back to high school where a girl I knew got cut in that same spot during a harvest. She had backed into a machine and gotten cut. Her name wasn't Amanda. It was Pat. As I remembered Pat was thin and had almost no chest at all.

She washed me and finished the job by stroking me until I threatened to cum. 

"So, Cum! I love making a man cum! And, it means you'll last longer the second time."

I came all over her bare pussy and legs. We rinsed, shut off the water and dried each other. We opened the big bed and Amanda put herself on her back with both her arms and legs open to welcome me.

"Do you like to be eaten?" I asked.

"It's one of my favorite things, if the person doing it loves doing it."

"Then you'll love this." My mouth aimed at the junction of her legs and my hands held her legs. The instant my mouth touched her she arched and said, "I knew it!"




Taking a Chance



I was too busy to ask, 'Knew what?' The smell of her got stronger and stronger as I licked, nibbled and sucked on her tender tissues. The wetness became almost a flood. She took my hands from her legs and put them on her tits. Her hands on top of mine squeezed her own tits and showed me what she wanted me to do to them. I felt her approaching a climax and I stuck my tongue inside her vagina, licking upwards across her clit.

She arched her back. Her legs clamped onto my head and she squeezed her tits with my hands hard enough I was sure it hurt. The muscles in her pussy spasmed and she screamed. 

When she started to calm down I released her clit from my mouth. I kissed the inside of her thigh, up close to her pussy.

"Oh God, Nick! Please fuck me! Please fill me up and make me scream again!"

She pulled her legs up near her chest and wiggled around until I was lined up and sliding inside her. I didn't have a condom! She saw the momentary alarm on my face.

"Nick, no man has been inside me in eight years. I don't have any diseases. I can't get pregnant. Please, do me! Make me cum for you."

I slid in deep and began the dance we both wanted to dance. I did last a long time. We kissed and we mated. We touched and explored each other while I slid in and out of her. I bent myself and sucked and kissed her breasts as we fucked.

She felt me approaching my orgasm. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply as I shot everything I owned inside of her. When I stopped squirting I started to pull out. Her legs wrapped around me and held me inside her.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted that."

"We met yesterday."

"No. We didn't meet yesterday." I had wilted enough and popped out of her. She rolled me off of her and snuggled against me, her head on my chest.

"Nick, When I got divorced a few years ago I changed my first and last name. I started over. Marrying John was a mistake. I knew it at the time and did it because the man I loved didn't know I was alive."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"When we showered you found and washed my scar. You knew someone who had a scar like that, didn't you?"

"Yes. Her name was Pat. She was two years younger than me. She got hurt during harvest."

"I remember it just like it was yesterday."

"You can't be Pat! She had brown hair, she was skinny and had no boobs."

"Last time you saw her she was fifteen. During eleventh grade puberty hit her like a runaway train. She grew these." She held her beautiful D-cup or bigger breasts. "She quit being mousy brown and became a blond. But, it was too late. You had graduated and gone away to college."

"You're Pat?"

"I'm Pat. I'm Amanda. I'm happy."

"Wait! This is too big a coincidence! I've never driven this road before. I'm going for a strange vacation. How can I bump into you like this?"

"I cheated."

She moved and put herself on top of me, positioned my hands on her ass and her lips on mine for a few kisses. When we came up for air she said, "You got an invitation to Graybrooke Lodge. It was signed by Alison. Alison is my younger sister. The small select group is you and me. We will be pampered and catered to for a week."

"You invited me? Maybe I'm dense, but why?"

"My heart has lusted after you since high school. You had locker number 81. I had 82. I saw you every day for two years. I wanted you to notice me, see me, like me. The day you noticed me was the day I got hurt. You were the one who held the pressure bandage on me all the way to the hospital. I lay across your lap in the back of the truck and you held the cloth against my leg and butt."

"I remember. I remember hoping you wouldn't notice my hard on."

"I noticed. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me."

"That was over twenty years ago."

"Twenty-one years ago."

"If you wanted to find me, why wait twenty-one years?"

"I didn't. I knew you went to Northwestern, so I applied to Northwestern and went there. You had transferred and I didn't know where. I searched and made up a story that you knew I was looking for you and didn't want to be found."

"I didn't know."

She nodded. "I said I made it up. So I cried and quit looking. When John and I got divorced I needed a career and saw an ad for a school for investigators. I took the course and discovered I liked it, and I'm good at it. Six months ago a woman came in and asked me to find her brother. His name was Nicholas Petersen."

"I'm not Nicholas."

"His name was spelled s-e-n and yours is s-o-n, too. But finding him got me to realize I had the skills to find Nick Peterson too."

"So, you found me. Why the invitation, the secrecy?"

"You knew Pat, flat Pat. Odds were good you wouldn't be interested in her. I've seen pictures of Ayla, Bonny, Cyn, Carole, and Emiko. Flat Pat wouldn't get your attention. I also knew I couldn't walk up to your front door and knock. You live in a fortress."

"My housekeeper calls it the hermitage."

"She's right. The hermit lives there. I had to find a way to get him to leave his cave. When you didn't respond to the first invitation we sent the second one. When the phone rang Alison and I were having dinner. I almost wet myself when we heard your voice say you would attend!"

"So, why are we in a hotel? You have me set up for Graybrooke Lodge."

"I couldn't wait! I followed you from L.A.. By the time we were in St. George I wanted to cause an accident so I could talk to you. In Idaho Falls I stood outside your door for almost an hour waiting to bump into you."

"I thought we did bump into each other."

"I was prepared to tackle you there in the hallway, if that was needed."

"This is good for my ego. I don't think anyone has ever stalked me before."

"You'd be wrong. Cyn spent four months getting your attention. All her friends had bets of how long it would take for her to get you home. She still kicks herself for taking the job in Paris and leaving you."

"You seem to know more about my life than I do."

"I'm good at what I do."

"Ok. You got my attention. You got me in bed and got your taste in my mouth. What's next?"

"How about I turn in my rental car and we go together to Graybrooke Lodge? How bout we play together in luxury for a week and then talk about what's next then?"

"That sounds like a good idea." I rolled to the edge of the bed and reached for my cell phone. "I need to make a call." I dialed a business associate and when he answered I said, "It's Nick. I want you to check on someone for me."

She smiled.

He asked, "Name?"

"Amanda Stark."

He laughed. "You can save your money! I can give you the report right now. Amanda is rapidly becoming the best investigator in the west. She's good. She's through and she's tenacious."

"I want to know about her, the person not her the professional."

"No relationships except professional ones. No boy friends. No girl-friends. No dogs, cats or hamsters that anyone knows about."

"Money?"

"She makes six figures, easily."

"Thanks."

"Whoa! Why the interest in Amanda?"

"I'm going to meet her today and I needed a little background."

"Prepare yourself! I've met her twice and she's hot. Beautiful, in a classy way."

"Thanks for the heads up." I hung up.

"Did Mike give me a good recommendation?" She smiled and kept playing with the hair on my chest. I nodded.

"Can I use your cell or shall I get mine?" She asked. I handed her mine. She dialed and said, "We'll arrive in time for lunch tomorrow." 

I heard a scream from the phone. I got up and went into the bathroom. Whoever she was talking to was in on the plan. I drained my radiator and checked for whisker stubble, then I rejoined Amanda in bed. Her hand wrapped around my penis and she stroked me as she talked on the phone.

When I was fully hard I took the phone from her and said, "We have to hang up now. We're about to have sex... again. Bye." I folded the phone and put it on the nightstand.

"Alison is running around the lodge screaming right now!"

"I feel like running around screaming too." Instead, I kissed her and let my fingers do the walking, jumping, running, touching and exploration. When we got so far as my cock entering her I lifted her leg and as I pushed in I traced the scar I held so many years before.

More than once before dawn I kissed and touched that scar. All the things she told me made sense but didn't. Why would she carry a torch for twenty years, twenty-one years for someone she'd never even kissed? We never dated. It didn't make sense. Yet, here she was. 

I called for room service in the morning and we had a good breakfast. She made arrangements to turn in the rental car. I carried her suitcase to my car. I followed her to the rental office and when her business was done she slid in beside me. My GPS kept giving me instructions a few seconds after Amanda gave me the same instructions. 

Graybrooke Lodge was stately and a good three-quarters of a mile from any other structures. The driveway had been plowed recently and we could see wisps of smoke curling up from two chimneys as we drove up to the front of the lodge.

A young man dressed in denim pulled the bags out of the trunk and carried them inside. A young woman held the door open for us. Neither of them said anything other than "Good Morning." I wondered if the young woman was Alison.

We followed the young man and out luggage down a hallway to an open doorway. He stopped and turned to face us. "One room or two, Sir?"

I held up one finger. He smiled and all the bags went into the room with the open door. The young woman who had held the door followed us into the room and the two of them unpacked us. They were efficient and quick. When they finished I reached for my wallet. The young woman said, "Sir, everything has been paid for in advance, even the gratuities. While you are here it is our pleasure to do whatever we can to make your stay with us joyful."

She and the young man started to leave. I asked, "May I know your names?"

"Alison and Scott Stark." She said, then they were gone.

"The lodge is yours?" I asked.

"Yes. I've spent a week here every year for ten years. The rest of the time it's a lodge rented and used. This is the second time I've been here with a man. The first time was with my husband."

"Good guy?"

"Yes! He gave me Scott and the lodge. He paid for my schooling and enough to start my business. We divorced because he realized he wasn't the love of my life and he could be the love of someone's life. He has remarried and they are very happy."

"Scott's your son?"

"And Alison's my sister."

"Scott is in on the plan to lure me here and have your way with me?"

"Scott helped plan the invitation. He volunteered to work here this week. He is so close to Alison you might think they were brother and sister. He has wanted to meet you his whole life."

"I hope he isn't disappointed. Hearing legends your whole life will make it hard for me to live up to the legends."

A knock came on our door. I called out, "Yes."

"Lunch is served." Scott announced.

"We'll be there in one minute, Thank you."

When we entered the dining room a small table was set up by a window. There were two chairs, two place settings and two lunches. I walked us to it and helped Amanda sit. I moved to Alison and whispered in her ear. She stiffened and asked, "Are you sure?"

I nodded. She scurried away. I pulled two chairs from the big table to our small table. I sat across from Amanda.

Scott came in and set two more places at the table. Alison came in with their lunches. When everyone was seated I said, "The plan is changing. How many staff are here this week?"

Alison answered, "We are all here, having lunch with you."

"Good! From now on we share the work and the play. I want to get to know all of you. I don't fully understand what I did in high school that sparked Pat to want this, but I now want it too. You're a family. It's obvious that you both love Amanda. Let's get to know each other. Ask me anything."

"Have you been married?" Scott asked.

"No. I've lived with people and people have lived with me, but no marriages, no children, no dogs, cats or strange animal pets."

"Why?" Amanda asked.

"I don't have pets because I haven't found one willing and able to clean up his own crap." I smiled. It wasn't the question she wanted answered.

She slowly looked up from her salad and when her eyes met mine she asked, "Why no wives?"

"I got close a couple times. What stopped me was realizing that I was more devoted to her than she was to me. She liked being with me, liked our life together, but I never got the feeling that if I had a heart attack she'd still be there a week later." 

Her eyes had never left mine. Alison asked, "Why have you been a hermit?"

"Five years ago I was in love with Ayla. I thought she was in love with me. I made long term plans for us and was ready to have her move into my life, full time. As is my practice with any venture I hired Mike to investigate her. I wanted to know where all the bones were buried, so there wouldn't be any surprises. Mike discovered she was the sister of a business competitor. She was taping into my business and helping her brother ruin me. When confronted she laughed and told me blood was always thicker than water. When she walked away she and her brother took eleven and a half million dollars with them. The money hurt. The stab in my heart hurt worse."

"So you retreated and stayed where you wouldn't be hurt." Scott said.

"You understand well for such a young man. Where do you go to school and what do you plan to do later?"

"I am home schooled and I plan to get into Stanford next year. I want to study engineering, probably electrical."

"Why Stanford?"

"Connections. The location. No snow. Aunt Alison went there."

"Is there a girl-friend in your life?"

"I date. Nothing serious enough to call her the girl."

I shifted in my chair half an inch and Alison said, "My turn."

"Yes. Stanford grad. Do you run the lodge?"

"Yes! I have since I graduated three years ago and we have stayed in the black all three years."

"Year around?"

"Yes. Lots of private conferences, management pow-wows, secret plotting meetings and the like as well as perks for execs and their families or friends with privileges."

"Still want to be doing this in ten years?"

"Yes. Maybe twenty. I love this place, this job and most especially my boss."

"Hmmmm. What is it about your boss that you like the best?"

"She never asks how I do it. She gets a balance sheet from the auditors once a month. As long as we're making money, she lets me run the business. I don't know how she might be if we start losing money and I hope to never find out."

"Amanda, what do you want to be doing in ten years?"

"Professionally? Training others to take over my business, maybe franchise it."

"Personally?"

She hesitated. To stall she took the last bite of her salad. She looked up at me and said, "You asked directly. I'll answer the same way. I don't want to scare you off, but ten years from now I want to be staying home taking care of my husband. I'd like to be visiting my grand children, too." She touched Scott's arm when she said that. He smiled.

"Amanda, in your fondest dream about this week what do you want to have happen?"

"I... I want... I want you to tell me you love me."

"Once burned, twice shy."

"Call Mike again. Have him check me out farther. I don't have a brother, never did. If I did you'd know. I don't want or need your money. I want to wake up next to you. I want you to tell me how your day was. I want to be there when you don't feel good, make you chicken soup and stay with you if you ever have that heart attack. This week is it. I won't stalk you, follow you, after this week. I just want to offer you me, not Flat Pat."

"And what things have you planned for us? Some things other than staying in our room?"

"We have skis, snowmobiles, a weasel, ice skates and snow shoes. No swimming pool. We have a hot tub. Our neighbor has some horses he rides, even in this season. He says we are welcome to ride with him. Alison is a certified massage therapist. She does Swedish, deep tissue, Okamura, Shiatsu, and reflexology. What would you like?"

"This evening, I want to vegetate, sit by the fire, relax and get to know all three of you better. Tomorrow, let's wait until then to decide. Ok? The list of choices is very tempting."

We cleaned up lunch together, talking all the while. Scott wanted to know about my business, not about how I ran it. He wanted to know what it was about it that had me love it. Alison wanted to know about Cyn. "Why did you let her move to Paris?"

"Simple. On a Saturday morning we were in bed snuggled together and she told me of the offer she had for the position in Paris. As I listened I felt her energy. Both her energy and her words said she had to go. It had been a dream since she was six and started dancing. A week later I kissed her good-bye, she walked onto an Air France jet and she was gone. Twenty times I thought about leaving everything in L.A. and going to live in Paris. I never even called."

Amanda said, "She still loves you."

I looked at Amanda and at Alison. "I still love her too. I love her enough to let her live her dream."

Scott asked, "Could you love my mom, too?"

"Do you love her?" I asked.

"Yes!"

"Do you love Alison, too?"

His head nodded and he said, "Yes!"

"I'm sure that I can love Amanda. I'm just as sure I can love you and Alison as well."

He smiled and said, "That makes the question, are you willing?"

"Ask me tomorrow. Right now, I think a short walk outside would be good for me."

Amanda asked, "Is this the hermit needing a little space and quiet?"

"Yes, I guess it is. I have a lot to think about."

"My mom and aunt think with their mouths open." Scott said.

"You don't?" I asked.

"Nope."

"Then get your coat. We can walk together."

He came back with both our coats and we walked out the front door. We turned right and walked. Two hours passed and nothing was said. I learned a lot about Scott and about the two women in his life. He had been given permission to be a man, quiet, and thoughtful. The women in his life hadn't demanded he learn to process the world in his mouth, or even quickly.

For almost the entire two hours I was lost. We came up a short rise and I caught sight of the lodge. It was beautiful. I stopped. He faced me.

"This is the best I've felt in years."

"Me too." He almost said more, thought about it and didn't. I had more I could have said, but I didn't, either. We walked on to the lodge. Inside we stomped the snow off, hung our coats by the front door, and found Amanda by the living room fire.

She greeted both of us with kisses. Scott's were on his cheeks. Mine were a bit more probing. She didn't ask questions. We sat near the fire and warmed. After a few minutes Alison arrived with a tray carrying hot tea, cookies, and a diet Coke. I took the diet Coke. Scott, Amanda and Alison had tea. Again I saw evidence of their background investigation. I was sure they knew I only drank tea in Chinese restaurants.

The cookies were shortbread cookies and very good.

"What would you like to do?" Alison asked.

"I want to ask questions." Scott sat up straighter, turned slightly to more directly face me. Amanda and Alison put their cups back on the tray and straightened their posture as well.

Amanda said, "I can only speak for me, but you can ask me anything."

"How close are you and your sister?"

"There is nothing I have in my life that I wouldn't share with her. I do share with her."

"Not long ago you said Alison and Scott were a lot like brother and sister. What I've seen and heard makes me believe it's more like Scott has always had two moms. Not two mothers, two mom's."




Taking a Chance



Scott jumped in. "I've always been clear that Mom is mom and Alison is Aunt Alison and she has always felt like a second mom. They both tucked me in when I was little and I can and do talk to them about everything."

"Alison, have you thought about being married?"

She looked at Scott and hesitated. There was a truth she hadn't ever shared with him in the answer to my question. "Yes, I've thought about it a lot. Amanda and I have talked about it a lot. Maybe, before the week is over, we can talk about it with you."

The pieces of the puzzle were coming together. I needed another walk. The hermit was seeking the solitude of silence to put the pieces together in my head and heart.

I'd sat silent long enough. Both women fidgeted. 

"What do you have planned for dinner?"

"I was thinking of a stew with fresh bread." Alison said.

"I'd like to chop carrots, potatoes and things." I said.

All of us got up and went to the kitchen. Alison was in charge. In less than an hour the kitchen was smelling of stew and yeast. Two hours later we had hollowed out loaves of bread filled with stew. I sat facing Scott with Amanda to my left and Alison to my right.

The meal was wonderful. Without much spoken we cleaned up and adjourned back to the room with the big fireplace. Scott added two logs to the fire. Amanda sat next to me and rested her hand on my leg. I looked into the fire. Alison sat in a wing-backed chair a scant few feet away from Amanda and me. She was dressed in wool slacks and a soft sweater that was caressing her and when I looked at her I was aware of her strong sexual energy. 

I focused on the future. "Let's say Amanda and I become a couple. I don't really want to leave Los Angeles."

"Would you invite me or us to live in the hermitage?" Amanda turned slightly to more directly face me. That little twist exposed the swell of her breast to me, and I smiled.

"Or, sell it and build or buy something else, but in or near L.A."

"Build or buy as partners?"

"Full partners. We design it together, build it or remodel it together and make it our own."

"From what I know about the hermitage, it is much like a castle. Stone, dark woods, heavy castle furniture."

I laughed. "It was all that when I bought it. It was also easy to secure. It is like a fortress. But, even a fortress could have frilly curtains, in some of the rooms."

I pointed at the fireplace. "I have a fireplace. There has even been a fire in it, once. I'd like a big soft couch near the fire where we can sit and talk, and play."

I'd included her in what I wanted. I'd said it out loud. I knew both women had heard every word I'd said.

"The hermitage is quiet. The nearest neighbor is a quarter mile away and old. It has plenty of room and the rooms are large. I'd like music. When Ayla left I shut off the stereo and it hasn't been on since."

Amanda stood and asked, "Would you like music now?"

"Yes. Feel my mood and put something on you think I'll like, please."

She left the room and very soon I heard music. Andre Segovia playing classical Spanish guitar. When she came back she handed me a remote control. I looked at it and then her face.

"When the third cut comes on, I think you will want more volume." She didn't resume her seat on the couch but slid into my lap and curled up. I closed my eyes and listened to the guitar. I could picture the plains of Spain and a dusty dirt road as I listened.

The second cut was slow, soft and reminded me of flowers. Mid way through the cut I opened my eyes as Scott gently covered Amanda and me with a light lap blanket. He bent to Amanda and kissed her cheek as he whispered, "Night Mom." Alison took his place and kissed Amanda good-night as well. Their lips touched and I was aware that the touch lasted a hair longer than a sisterly kiss. Then Alison kissed me good night and it was on my lips, soft, warm and wanting. Then she backed off and stepped back. Scott and Alison left us.

The third cut demanded more volume. It pulsed with power and forcefulness. I touched the button and the room nearly shook with the power of Segovia. I enjoyed the power and the wonderful sound system while my head wrapped around all the signals I was getting. Alison and Amanda. Amanda and Alison. Amanda and me.

Amanda and me and Alison? Was that what was here?

When the cut ended I reduced the volume so low we barely heard the music at all.

"I would like it very much if you would take me to bed." Amanda said.

"And, I would like it very much if you would lift your skirts and lie here in front of the fire."

"By your command, Sire." She stood and gathered her skirts. Seconds later she was on her back in front of the fire.

I joined her on the floor and we kissed. She was not assertive, demanding or frantic. She was soft and pliant.

Between kisses she whispered, "Whatever you want. I surrender. I give myself to you." 

We melted together, slowly and carefully, in front of the fire. Long after Alison and Scott had left us, we left our spot in front of the embers only fire and went to bed.

When we awoke the sun was up. I kissed Amanda awake and entered her. She opened herself to me and made me quite welcome. We began in the missionary prayer position and when Amanda came she was on her knees and I was holding her hips. Her orgasm inspired mine and afterwards we snuggled on top of the bed.

It was nearly eleven in the morning when we finally came out of the bedroom. I heard a bell ring, once. By the time we reached the kitchen breakfast was nearly ready. 

That day and the next were filled with us, the four of us, doing things. We laughed and enjoyed being together and both evenings we spent near the fire in quiet conversations. Both evenings ended with Alison and Scott going off to their rooms and leaving us to whatever pleasures we might think up. Scott always left us first, then Alison.

We had arrived on the first of March, a Sunday. On the fifth, Thursday, Scott and I went for our walk, just as we had done every day. The first walk had been as evening came, the second was after lunch. On Thursday we went again just after lunch. The day had begun with snow falling silently. By noon the sun was out and the world sparkled. We walked away from the lodge and when we were out of sight of the lodge Scott spoke.

"I think I should go."

"Where?"

"Doesn't matter. I should go so the three of you can be together."

"We've been together every day and night for days."

"I know you feel it. You felt it on Monday. Mom and Alison love each other, much more, much stronger than most sisters. Mom also loves you and wants you to love her."

"I do."

"If it's going to work between you and Mom you need to love Alison too."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I've been waiting for you to love us all my life. When you walked through the door I did my employee of the month act. What I wanted to do was throw my arms around you and say, "Welcome home, Dad!"

We stopped, faced each other and I hugged him as he hugged me. My eyes leaked. When the hug ended I said, "Thanks, son." His eyes leaked too. We walked on.

"You want to go so I can love both women freely. You think they're holding back because you're here?"

"I feel it. I may be young, but I've lived with them my whole life. They both want to love you. Mom already does and I think all that's missing for Alison is for you to take her in your arms."

"Where will you go?"

"Mom and I live most of the year in Seattle. I'll go home. When the week is over, you or Mom can call me and let me know what's next."

"In my opinion the what's next is a visit by all of you to L.A. and a visit by me to Seattle. Then we'll make plans for how to best combine the family. I'm in."

"Can I call you Dad?"

"I'm not your Dad. I've never been a Dad."

"I have a father. He's a good guy, but he never has been my Dad. In this one week I've gotten closer to you than I've ever been to him. The biggest part of that is that I've waited for you all my life. When you finally showed up, you haven't held back. From the first moment I felt accepted."

"You are. If it's Ok with Amanda, I'd be honored to be called Dad."

The rest of our walk was without conversation. We huffed and puffed up hill in the snow back to the lodge, but we didn't talk.

The ladies were waiting for us with tea, a diet Coke and cookies when we stomped into the lodge. Amanda also had my cell phone.

"It rang about half an hour ago. I didn't answer it, but thought it might be important." Amanda said.

"I opened it and saw that the call was important. I excused myself and called Oscar Patterson, my attorney, back."

"Nick. Thanks for calling me back. I know you're on a vacation but I thought you should know, William Shire has been indicted. From what I know so far, the feds have him and his sister for a number of fraud and embezzlement charges. They want to talk to you."

"Why me?"

"The agent I spoke to said he was aware of the eleven mill they took from you and he thinks he can help you get most of it back. He wants you to call him, today, if possible."

I got the number, thanked Oscar and called the agent. He answered and we talked for ten minutes. He needed to meet face-to-face with me. He said he would be in Seattle on Monday and be flying to Los Angeles on Thursday. I walked into the living room and asked, "Can we be in Seattle on Monday? I need to meet with someone that day."

Amanda nodded.

I said I'd call him on Monday morning to set the details of our meeting and we ended the call. I told the ladies about the feds and the indictments. Amanda apologized for the house in Seattle. "We haven't been there in two months. It'll need a good cleaning."

I turned and faced Scott. "Scott, if I pay you a thousand dollars would you be willing to leave today, drive to Seattle and clean the house so your Mom will stop apologizing for the dust?" As I asked I grinned so only he could see. My request worked right in with our conversation.

"Can I visit a girl-friend while I'm getting the house clean?"

"You can even get her to help you clean!"

"I'll pack. Alison, could you please make me some food for my trip?"

"Sandwiches, fruit and drinks. I'm on it!" She headed for the kitchen. Amanda said, "The house isn't really all that bad. He doesn't need to go."

I faced her and said, "Please, let him go." She looked into my eyes, waited a few seconds and said, "I'll help him pack."

Seconds later I was alone in the living room, sipping on my diet Coke.

In less than an hour Scott was ready to go. We walked him out to his Toyota pick up truck and he kissed his Mom and Alison good-bye. He got in the truck and rolled the window down. He started the engine and said, "See you in a couple days, Dad!" Smiled and drove away. Alison and Amanda looked shocked, but they didn't say anything.

The three of us went into the kitchen and began preparations for dinner. They talked about sending Scott to clean the house and how crazy that sounded, given what his room looked like most of the time.

"I wanted an excuse to get the two of you alone. I don't care if he cleans the house." The activity in the kitchen stopped. They both faced me.

"Why did you want us alone?" Amanda asked.

"I want to have a conversation with the two of you that I wasn't willing to have in front of Scott."

Alison asked, "What conversation?"

I shut the burners of the stove off. I moved both of them to the stools next to the island in the kitchen. I sat them on the stools, next to each other. Then, I stood in front of Amanda.

"For the next few minutes I want to speak. Please don't interrupt. Ok?"

They both nodded.

"Amanda, I love you. I'm convinced that if or when I have the heart attack, you'll stay. I'm convinced that you love me. I don't understand how that happened or why, but I don't need to understand. I want you to marry me." She started to move and to speak. I held up a hand and she stopped. I continued, "For the last six days and nights we have been lovers. Alison and Scott have made sure we had clean sheets and full stomachs for whatever we wanted to do. They have been very careful and so have you, Amanda. I saw what I saw anyway."

I moved over in front of Alison. I said, "You love your sister. You're proud of her and you love her. I could see it the minute we met. An hour later I knew you and Amanda were more than sisters. You're lovers too." She started to move, to speak. I put a finger to her lips. She froze.

"If I'm going to love Amanda for the rest of my life, I need to be able to love who she loves. Scott and I have made each other family. I love him as a son and he asked if he could call me Dad. That leaves you. I already love you. I want your life to work, for you. I'm committed to you having a great life and I want to be a big part of it. I don't want for you to be Aunt Alison. I want the three of us to love each other completely."

Amanda couldn't stay quiet any longer. "You love us both?"

"Yes. It was obvious to me by lunchtime Sunday you two are a package deal. Loving one of you without the other would be like loving only one of your legs. I knew I had seven days to decide to love both of you. I knew that while Scott and I went for our walks the two of you were loving each other. You've been having sex together for most of your lives. I don't want that to stop! I don't want to get between you. I want to be with you."

"You love me?" Alison asked.

"Yes." My hands gently held her face and I slowly moved my face to hers and kissed her. It was not tentative. I kissed her. My tongue probed into her mouth and she welcomed me. When the kiss ended she said, "I've waited twenty years for that kiss."

"This is the conversation I didn't want to have in front of Scott."

Alison's hands went to the buttons of my shirt. She undid the top two buttons and asked, "Can we go to a bedroom?"

"Yes!" Amanda said. They each took a hand and we went to the bedroom. We undressed Alison together as we touched, kissed and I explored her. When she was nude Amanda helped her onto her back in the middle of the bed. Then, she undressed me and dropped to her knees. Alison watched as her sister used her oral skills to get me very hard. It took all of five seconds. She backed away and undressed herself while I climbed onto the bed with Alison.

She reached for me and I stopped her. "This is not the time for you to give. That time will come. This is the time for you to receive. Allow us both to show you we love you."

We kissed and I lay against, but not on, her. Lots of my skin against hers as we kissed. My kisses worked their way down her neck and she turned her head to open herself to whatever I wanted.

Amanda stood beside the bed and bent to her sister's breast, sucking the areola and nipple into her mouth. I was kissing my way to her other breast and noticed how hard Amanda was sucking the breast she had in her mouth. I nipped at the skin of her breast. Tiny bites. She moaned and her back arched, lifting her breasts to our mouths.

I opened wide and sucked her breast in. My tongue played with her nipple for a few seconds until I suddenly sucked as hard as I could! Her hands came up off the sheets and grabbed my head. "God! I want this! Suck me!"

I shifted my weight and moved so my hips were between her legs. She opened her legs to welcome me. I released her breast and lifted myself up enough to touch my cock to her opening. Amanda was still sucking her other nipple.

"Amanda, my love, help me into your sister." She released the breast and turned her attention to my cock. Her hands grasped my shaft and guided me to her sister's open vagina. All three of us knew I didn't need help, but wanted all three of us involved. She rubbed the tip of my cock along her sister's slit to wet it, then positioned it at the opening and said, "Fuck her!"

As my cock slid deep inside Alison I lowered my mouth to hers and we kissed. It was heaven! A few strokes later I lifted and kissed Amanda. I lifted more and Amanda threw a leg over her sister's head and lowered her pussy to Alison's mouth. 

My hands held Amanda's tits as we kissed. My cock slid in and out of Alison's pussy making wet slippery noises. Those sounds were mixed with the moans and wet sounds of Alison eating Amanda. My fingers pinched Amanda's tits, pulling and twisting. She began shaking and I knew her orgasm was very close. 

Alison lifted her legs high and I slammed inside her. Harder and faster until she screamed into Amanda's cunt! Her body thrashed and Amanda bit my tongue as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I suddenly realized that I was cumming too! I buried myself deep inside Alison and emptied my load into her.

We dropped beside Alison and waited for our breathing and blood pressure to return to normal. Amanda's hand toyed with Alison's breast. My hand played in the slippery slits of both women, slowly stimulating them. Alison's hand wrapped around my cock.

Minutes passed. Finally, Amanda asked, "Think you could stand to have Nick do that to us again?"

"How soon?"

"How about daily?" Amanda answered.

They both sat up and attacked me with kisses and caresses. I lay on my back with a beautiful woman pressed against each side. Their hands touched me affectionately and their breasts pressed against me delightfully. I knew I was the only one relaxing. Amanda's mind was going. Alison's mind was going too. The question was, which woman would speak first.

Amanda. "What do we do now?"

I said, "Finish making dinner?"

"I didn't mean in the next half hour! I meant, what do we do now?"

"What do you want to do?"

Alison answered, "I run this lodge. You can live where you want, go where you want. This is my life."

"We just took a big step towards being a family. I'm clear that we won't be the poster family for a conservative traditional nuclear family. We also probably won't all be together every day. PI's travel. I travel. I want to spend time here with you often. I'd like you to schedule vacations away from here to spend with us. I think our stuff should be combined somewhere and we should be there as often as we can."

Amanda laughed. "Alison hasn't ever taken a vacation."

"I never had a reason to take a vacation. Now, I do. Before, we couldn't go anywhere as lovers. Scott needed us as moms. Now he's older and Nick is here."

"Nick is finally here." Amanda said.

"Nick is also hungry." Alison said, as she got off the bed. She didn't pick up her clothes, she just headed for the kitchen. Amanda got up too and looked at the bedroom. 

"Someone is messy! Look at this room. Clothes everywhere! And, look at the bed! There's cum all over. Come on big guy, help me strip the bed. We can start a load of wash before dinner."

We stripped the bed and started the wash. The three of us had dinner nude. We went to bed after dinner in Alison's bedroom. Outside it stormed and dropped more white on Montana. Inside it heated up and got very slippery. We discovered we fit together well and enjoyed how we fit in various contortions and configurations.

Near midnight we went back to the kitchen and made a midnight snack. As we ate the fruit and crackers Amanda checked on-line for a weather forecast. She gave us the news: If we needed to be in Seattle on Monday, we needed to be on the road.

An hour later, Amanda and I were packed and in the car. Alison needed to stay behind. Eight couples would be arriving in two days for the next week. She had lots to do. Amanda and I kissed her good-bye and promised to be back soon. She had tears in her eyes as we left.

We drove straight through to Seattle, stopping for pit stops and gas. It snowed the entire trip. Amanda called Scott and let him know where we were and she called Alison and I talked to her. When Amanda drove I did a lot of thinking. She was kind enough to let me be a hermit for hours. I was kind enough to share my thinking every hour or so.




Taking a Chance



When we arrived in Seattle Amanda was behind the wheel and drove directly to their home. When we were within a few minutes of arrival, I called Alison and let her know we were there. I promised to call her right after I finished with the feds.

She wanted a promise about when I would be back at the lodge. I told her I'd give her that promise after I met with the feds.

The house was clean. Scott wasn't there. His note said he was at Beth's apartment and gave us the number. He promised to be home by ten a.m. Monday. His note was addressed to "Mom and Dad". My head said it was too soon for him to be calling me Dad. I didn't know anything about being a Dad. Amanda saw the look on my face and said, "Dad may be new to you, but you've been Dad to him since he was a toddler. Trust me, the name will grow on you."

"It won't cause you to feel a little strange if I start using the word "wife" to refer to you?"

"I've wanted it for just as long as he's wanted Dad. When you use it, I may cry."

Amanda led us to her bedroom. I got a little look at some of her home. My hermitage was a fortress. Her home sat on a hill overlooking Seattle and the sound. One side of the house was almost entirely glass. The art work was whales, dolphins, paintings of surf crashing on rocks, a wheel from an old sailing ship and a brass diver's helmet on a pier piling at the edge of the living room.

Inside her bedroom I saw another huge painting of a humpback whale breeching. The room was in various shades of blue. It surprised me. I said, "Your house seems more masculine than I would have thought it would be."

"Scott influenced that. Every time I looked at frilly things, pink things, for the house he would ask, "Is Nick gonna like it?"

"Well, you both did very well. I love the ocean and whales are very special to me."

She nodded. We unpacked and then we went to dinner. While we ate the storm ended. Back at the house I called Alison and on speakerphone the three of us talked about being a family. Three times during the call Alison said she had never thought I would love her, too. She had always wanted me for Amanda and figured she would always be alone.

When we got off the phone Amanda told me how she was overwhelmed by all of us being a family. I didn't know how we could make it all work, but I knew we could.

We have. Scott is now a senior at Stanford. The family home is in Seattle. We spend at least a few days a month at the lodge with Alison and she spends some weekends and other days with us. She has met us in Hawaii, Cancun, Banff, Orlando and New York for vacations. Amanda is training six women to expand her business and free up more time for fun. The feds actually helped me get back nine point eight million from Ayla and her brother. Amanda and I were sitting in court when they were sentenced to fifteen to twenty-five years for the various counts against them.

Two years ago I had a heart attack. Both Alison and Amanda were there and are still there for me. I love them both and love being loved by them.



Taking a Chance



This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

Chapter 1

"Damn rain!" Jane Bennington grumbled as she slogged through the puddles and mud coagulating on the sidewalk. It had been raining for three days straight and while Jane typically loved the rain, she was over it. Over it! Jane continued to grumble as she reached the bus stop that was thankfully covered. She squeezed in among the group of people packed into the enclosure and looked at her watch. She was going to be late.

The bus finally arrived ten minutes later and she gratefully took a seat and started digging through her backpack for her cell phone. She pulled it out and flipped it open only to find that it was dead. She had just charged it the night before, but the battery wasn't holding a charge. She let her head fall back on the headrest and rolled her head towards the window. She absolutely despised being late.

Twenty minutes later, and half an hour after she was scheduled to arrive, she finally reached the North Carolina State Library where she worked as a librarian. She wiped her feet off as best she could on the mat outside and cringed at her reflection in the automatic doors. Her Doc Martens were covered in mud and she looked like a bedraggled street person. She was assaulted by the air conditioning as she walked inside and shivered at the temperature difference.

"Jane! There you are. I was beginning to think that you weren't coming!" Jane's boss, Larry exclaimed as she made her way to the employee break room. Larry was in his fifties, wore his pants three inches too short and had gray hair that always looked like he had just rolled out of bed. He was the epitome of high energy and was always flitting from one place to another.

"I'm so sorry, Larry. It's been a hell of a morning."

"Hmm, yes, I can see that," he replied as he raked his gaze over her dripping hair and now-orange shoes. "Well, my dear, go get dried off and de-mudded and then head over to the research desk."

Thank God for Larry. He may be frenetic and occasionally, downright strange, but he was a good boss.

Jane dried her hair as best she could under the hand-dryer in the bathroom and rinsed her shoes in the sink. She grimaced as she looked in the mirror. Well, she no longer looked like a bedraggled street person, but she didn't look much better. She cleaned her glasses with toilet paper, took a deep breath and went to attack her day.

*****

Jacob Myers pulled his 20-year old VW Jetta into a parking space at the State Library and sent up a mental thanks that his car got him to another destination. It was still early, so he was able to get a space fairly close to the door. He got out and made a mad dash for the entrance, but still ended up soaked.

He had chosen to visit this library for the first time, as opposed to one of the libraries on the NC State campus, in hopes that he could find more books on South Carolina's history. Though he was attending school on a wrestling scholarship, he was a history major and planned to be a history professor after he got his Master's Degree. He was finishing up his Bachelor's Degree now and was looking forward to taking a TA position next semester.

He followed the signs to the Research Desk and got in line behind a man who was gesturing wildly, his high-pitched voice going on about books not being returned to the correct shelves and common courtesy. Jacob pulled out his cell phone and made sure that it was on vibrate. He didn't want to do anything piss this guy off and be forced to listen to another tantrum.

"Larry," the voice behind the desk said. Larry either ignored the female voice or didn't hear her.

"LARRY!" the voice said more sharply. Jacob could've sworn he heard Larry's teeth snap together. "There is a patron standing behind you, who I'm sure always puts books back where they belong," the voice said dryly.

Jacob covered his laugh with a cough. "Um, yes sir." Jacob had to cough again once he got a look at Larry's Mozart-like hair and thick round glasses.

Larry blushed and huffed, finally walking away. Jacob put his hands in his pockets and finally got a glimpse of the face that went along with the voice. The woman had her glasses in one hand and the other pinched the bridge of her nose. "Rough morning?" he asked in an amused voice. 

The woman put her glasses back on and looked up. "You have no fucking idea."

He had to laugh at her candor. His laugh must have been contagious because now she was grinning as well. His laugh trailed off as he looked at her face. This woman was stunning. Or maybe adorable was a more apt description. Fair skin with chocolate brown eyes behind funky, purple glasses. Inky black hair with blue streaks (that was currently sticking up in some places), a pixie-like nose and the most luscious pink mouth with a line down the center of the bottom lip. It didn't look like she had any make-up on. 

"You know, it's really rude to stare. I had to walk to the bus stop in the shit outside and I know I look drowning peacock."

"N...no! You look..."

She interrupted him, "Don't bother. I don't need a fake pick-me up from a jock." He could see her letting the professional librarian facade slide over her face. "What can I help you with, sir?" she asked with a wide smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Jacob shook his head to clear his mind. "Um, American History."

"Down the hall, to the right on the last cluster of shelves on the left. Have a nice day!"

Wow, she was certainly a feisty one. "I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't tell you my name," she replied cheekily.

He held out his hand to shake. "I'm Jacob Myers."

She reluctantly reached out and shook his hand. "Jane Bennington."

He caressed his thumb over her wrist, noticing that her nails were free of any polish. She jerked her hand away, giving him a contemptuous look.

"It was nice to meet you, Jane Bennington," he said, making eye contact, then turning and walking away.

Chapter 2

Jane stared at the counter in front of her, wondering what just happened. She was normally immune to the advances of either sex, few and far between as they were. She had no interest in dating and no interest in sex. She was perfectly happy with her books and writing her own erotic stories. 

"Right Jane," she thought, "you just keep telling yourself that."

So, what was it that was different about Jacob? He was a jock for sure, so he probably fucked his way through half of the city and had an attitude more arrogant than an ass. 

"Wait a second, don't you hate it when people assume that you're goth because of your fair skin and black hair? You're stereotyping him, just like people stereotype you."

"Oh, shut up Jane!" she grumbled to herself. But she couldn't keep herself from keeping an eye out for him. He was at least 6'4 -- more than a foot taller than herself -- and had the most piercing gray eyes that she had ever seen. He had a boyish face and chestnut brown hair. And those muscles...wow. She had literally felt goosebumps when he touched her wrist.

She found that she was staring into space and ripped herself back to the work in front of her. She couldn't afford to day-dream about something that she could never allow herself to have. Not after...no. She wasn't even going to think about that time in her life. 

*****

It was several hours later when she saw Jacob come back around the corner. She took a deep breath and tried to force the professional facade back around her.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"I think so. You definitely have a bigger selection here than the library on campus." "Where are you in school?" she asked, cursing herself for prolonging the conversation.

"NC State," he replied. "I'm a history major."

"Really?" she asked a little too skeptically.

He frowned. "Yes, really. Let me guess, big muscles equate to small brain."

"No, I'm sorry, I..."

He interrupted, "And now we're even for the misunderstanding before," he said with a mischievous grin. "Jane, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

She looked up at him with surprise on her face. "Um, no...I'm here until 6pm, but thanks for the offer."

"How about after you get off work?"

She shook her head. "Sorry, I have plans."

"Tomorrow then," he pressed on.

"It just wouldn't be a good idea."

Was that regret on her face that he saw? He wasn't going to give up that easily, but he would leave her alone for today.

He nodded at her. "Bye, Janey."

He noticed her disgruntled expression at the nick-name and just grinned, walking out of the library and back into the rain.

***** It was three days before he could go back to the library. He was going to wear Jane down.

"Not today," he said as he walked back out of the library several hours later after being rejected again.

He went every day he was available and she wasn't threatening a restraining order, so that was a good thing. 

Two months later, he escaped from the heat and humidity of the summer into the refreshing air-conditioner, only to find his Janey at the front desk instead of the research desk. She was wearing a bright pink tank top that was holding in her tiny, barely-there breasts. The air-conditioner was making her large nipples stand out, however, and he noticed that the boy in line was enjoying the view while Jane's eyes were on the screen. He wanted to growl that those were his, but he figured Janey wouldn't appreciate a show of ownership.

She looked up when it was his turn in the line.

"Fine, Jacob," she said in a defeated tone.

"Fine?" he replied, hoping she meant what he thought she meant.

"You're as tenacious as a fucking bull-dog. One date. Got it?"

He tried not to smile too big, but he was jumping up and down inside. Though it was rumored that he was the romeo of the senior class, they were just that--rumors. Sure, he had a one-night stand every now and then. But he wanted something real. He wanted Jane.

"What time does your shift end?" he asked. He didn't want to take the chance of her changing her mind.

She looked at her watch. "Now, but..."

"Great!" he said, "Let's go. Although, I think iced-coffee would be the best choice."

Chapter 3

Jane waited for her mind to start protesting, but she felt her body gathering her things and following him out the door. She felt her hand enveloped in his and immediately yanked it back, glaring up at him.

"Let's get one thing straight, big boy," she said as sternly as she could get her voice to work, "no touching." She expected that this would turn him off and she would be free.

"Okay," he said.

Okay?

He held the door for her as they reached the near-by coffee shop. Though they had only walked a short distance, her tank was sticking to her and she could feel her hair frizzing from the humidity.

They ordered their drinks and chose a table under a fan. He seemed to sense her reluctance to share, so he told stories about growing up in Charlotte and setting up play-wrestling matches with his three brothers. He was the youngest and had several nieces and nephews, which he showed her pictures of from his cell phone.

"Did you grow up here?" he asked.

She felt uncomfortable with the attention being back on her. She didn't socialize much and she had always hated being the center of attention.

"No, I grew up in South Carolina."

"Really, where?"

"Just a tiny town that I'm sure you've never heard of," she replied evasively. Even thinking of "home" brought back memories that she didn't want to deal with in public.

*****

Jacob noticed the pain and apprehension in her eyes when she mentioned home. He wanted to take her hand, but remembered her 'no touching' rule.

"Let me make you dinner," he said suddenly.

"Why?"

He bit the bullet and reached over and took her hand. She tried to jerk away, but he he held her hand gently, but firmly. "Because I like you, Janey, and I want to spend more time with you," he replied softly.

Her hand relaxed, but she stared at it with a look he couldn't read. He was about to tell her that another time was okay when she replied so softly, he almost couldn't hear.

"Okay."

He gave her an earth-shattering smile and stood. "Can we go to your place? I'm sharing with one of my brothers for the moment."

She looked at him as if she was appraising him. "Okay," she repeated.

After a grocery store run for the ingredients for Chicken Parmesan, and her laughing at his constant fight with the air conditioner his car, they finally reached her modest house. It had a small, but neatly trimmed lawn and flower beds with bright Mums and Impatiens.

He followed her inside and instantly felt her personality in the space. Bright colors were everywhere. All of a sudden, he was assaulted by a big chocolate lab with a wagging tail and slobbery tongue. He tried to withstand the friendly massacre while not dropping the groceries.

Jane was standing there, wide-eyed, with one hand over her mouth. She shook her head and finally seemed to come to her senses.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, taking the collar of the smiling beast. "Al! Down!"

He smiled and wiped his mouth with his arm. "Al?"

"Alexander the Great," she replied, looking a bit puzzled. "But normally, he barks and growls at new people."

"I guess I'm honored then," he said, winking at her. "Lead the way to the kitchen."

After setting the ingredients out, they ventured outside to take Al for a walk. He noticed that she was loosening her armor. By the time they got back to the house, his arm was around her waist and she was smiling up at him, laughing at something that he'd said. He really wanted to lean down and kiss her, but knew that it wasn't the right time.

*****

As Jacob looked down at her, she almost wished for him to kiss her. As she realized the direction of her thoughts, she jerked away from him and preceded him into the house.

"So, what can I do to help with dinner?" she asked. To Jacob's credit, he didn't appear as if he had taken her rejection to heart.

"Can you make the salad?"

"I am the salad queen and I might even add some surprise ingredients."

"I look forward to it."

After about an hour, they sat down to eat. She told him about the amusing patrons in the library and the antics of Larry. He kept eye contact with her and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.

The evening wore on and they settled onto her comfortable, leather couch to watch a sitcom. They started out side by side, but she eventually put her head on his shoulder. She felt his head come to rest on top of hers and she felt content. She felt his hand come up to tilt her chin towards him and suddenly, his lips were touching hers softly. The pressure was gentle and his lips were hot and soft. She put her hand around the back of his neck and turned her body towards him. He moved his hand to her throat and she knew he could feel her pulse fluttering. She opened her mouth slightly and deepened the kiss. She sighed into his mouth and heard a little grunt from him.

*****

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. He was kissing her. There were no tongues involved and he was more turned on than he ever had been in his life. He was trying his hardest not to start whimpering. She was starting to tremble and he was terrified of pushing her too fast, so he ended the kiss and pressed his cheek to hers.

"Jake," she whispered.

He looked into her eyes and saw pain hiding behind tears. What happened to her that a kiss scared her like it obviously did. He didn't think she was afraid of him, but of the way she was feeling.

"You need to go," she said, looking away.

He turned her head gently to make eye contact with her again. "Okay, Janey, but I really like you and I'm not going anywhere."

She jerked her chin away and he could tell that she was trying not to cry, so he caressed her cheek one last time and left.

Jane listened to the door click quietly shut and curled up on the couch. She cursed her past and her inability to have a normal adulthood. She was 25 and still a virgin. She hadn't even been kissed since that night, ten years ago. She really liked Jake and felt safe with him, but she didn't know what he could want in her. She was too skinny, had a boyish body and no real social skills to speak of. She didn't go out and really didn't have any close friends. Not that people didn't try. She just didn't let them get close to her. It was easier that way.

She closed her eyes and relived the kiss. Oh, that kiss. It was tender and sweet and she wanted more. Maybe, just this once, she could take a chance . Chapter 4

Two days later, Jacob stood outside Jane's door and took a deep breath. It was 7pm, so he hoped that she was home. He knocked and heard Al yip inside.

Jane opened the door wearing a tee shirt and jeans that hugged her figure perfectly. Her dark hair was pulled back and she was wearing green glasses today. He fought the urge to pick her up and eat at her plump lips.

"Hi Jake," she said softly, "I wasn't sure that I would see you again." He looked at her with confusion. "Janey, I told you I wasn't going anywhere and I meant it."

She stood aside to let him in.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked, reaching behind him to grab a fragrant bag.

Her stomach growled audibly. "Does that answer your question?" 

He laughed. "I hope you like Chinese."

Her eyes widened and he swore he could see them saying, "Mine!" She cleared her throat and nodded.

He followed her to the kitchen and they both started sorting out the various boxes. The noises she was making as she opened each one were wreaking havoc on his cock. He gripped his control as tightly as possible, but couldn't resist leaning down for a kiss. And another. And another. He pulled her to him and mentally cheered as her hand came up around his neck and she tentatively parted his lips with her tongue. He growled and pulled her tighter against him, letting her explore his mouth. She gasped as his erection pressed into her stomach and he gently pulled away, not wanting to overwhelm her. He gave her one last peck before going back to the food.

That night started a pattern of sorts. Every few days, Jake would come bearing dinner and they would share kisses, but it never went further than that. She was falling in love with him and appreciated that he respected her boundaries.

She opened the door to his smiling face a month later and decided that enough was enough. It was time to move things forward. After a dinner of pizza and beer, she surprised him by curling up on his lap as they were watching a movie. She could feel his ever-present erection pressing into her butt. Not normally the aggressor, she turned to straddle his lap, tentatively leaned in, wound both hands in his hair and dove right into a deep kiss. He moaned low in his throat, one hand in her hair, the other caressing her throat. Their tongues twined together and she started panting and instinctively grinding against him.

Jacob thought he was going to go out of his mind. His little spit-fire was about to make him come in his pants. He broke the kiss. "Janey, baby, please...just stop for a second."

He saw the hurt in her eyes. "No, no, no, that was amazing, but if we don't stop for a second, I'm going to lose control."

The hurt in her eyes changed to something more mischevious. She laid her head on his shoulder and ran her short nails over his scalp.

"Baby, that's not helping."

She stilled and seemed to be thinking. She reached up and took one of his hands, sliding it around her front to her breast. They gasped simultaneously as he caressed her through the fabric of her shirt. He moved his other hand to the alternate breast and gently pinched the nipple. She cried out and arched into his touch. An astonished look passed over her face and her mouth dropped open. Her whole body stiffened and she let out a squeak, her pelvis thrusting. That was it. Jacob thrust against her just once and was growling into her neck as he ejaculated in his jeans. She was trembling as he leaned back to look at her. 




Taking a Chance



"Janey, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Oh no, she wouldn't look at him. She made to get off of his lap, but he held her tight, murmuring soothing words. She started to cry and he just rocked her, ignoring his own discomfort.

"Janey."

"Jane, baby, please talk to me."

She struggled to get up again and he let her. She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water, standing at the sink and draining it. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up, hoping that she would open up to him. She was sitting on the couch when he returned and he took the seat next to her. She surprised him by snuggling into his side. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her fragrant hair.

Jane took a deep breath and began speaking.

"The town I grew up in was very religious. My parents believed that the fear of God should be put into every child and they were very strict. When I was 15, they decided that the Browns' son, Max, would be an appropriate husband for when I turned 18. We were to be high-school sweethearts. They wanted to show their friends and the Church that their perfect, wholesome children were together. Of course, there was to be no sex until marriage, but this was mostly about their social standing." She took another deep breath before continuing.

"Our first date was on a Saturday night. Mom made me dress in a long, corduroy, brown skirt and white shirt, buttoned up to the neck. Of course, I wanted to rebel, so when she wasn't looking, unbuttoned the first few. As you can see, I don't have any boobs anyway, so I figured it was harmless.

"The movie was fine, but Max was boring as hell and I just wanted to go home and call my girlfriends. On the way home, Max turned off onto a deserted side street. I asked what he was doing and he just leered at me. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I tried to push him off, but he pulled my hair and started groping me. He squeezed and pinched at my breasts and tried to get his hand under my skirt. I was yelling at him to stop and he slapped me. He grabbed my hand and put it down his pants and started thrusting into it. He had a death grip on my wrist, so I yanked and twisted his dick. He howled and punched me in the face. I finally got free and forced my way out of the car and started running. He peeled out and left me there."

Jane could feel Jake shaking with rage and she ran her fingers through his hair.

"It took me two hours to get home. I had bruises on my face and a split lip that was bleeding down onto my shirt. My feet were blistered from walking so many miles and I just wanted to go to bed. When I told my parents what happened, they didn't believe me. There was no way that a wholesome boy like Max would ever force himself on a girl, and how dare I try to embarrass them in front of the church with my accusations.

"From then on, I just kept my head down and studied as hard as I could to get the hell out of there. I haven't talked to my parents since I left for college."

Jake's arms tightened around her and he lifted her up, walking to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and spooned behind her, stroking her hair. Eventually, they both drifted off.

Chapter 5

Jake woke to his erection pressed against something delightfully warm and soft. Something was tickling his nose and he felt deeply content. He heard a soft snore and opened his eyes. He was still wrapped around his Jane with his nose buried in her hair. He smiled and wrapped his arms more tightly around her.

Jane mumbled something and scooted back against him, only succeeding to rub against his morning wood. He grunted and tried not to thrust back. He gently untangled himself and made his way to the bathroom to take care of his problem. He rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash and crawled back in bed. They were both fully clothed, but it was the best feeling in the world to wake up with her in his arms. He laid in front of her and stoked her hair until her eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, Beautiful"

"Jake," she breathed, before surprising him with a kiss. She gasped and pulled away with her hand over her mouth.

"Oh no you don't," he growled playfully, "I love the way you taste." Her eyes turned dark and his little spit-fire shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of him. She kissed him deeply and started running her hands up and down his sides.

"Janey, are you sure about this?"

She stopped and looked him in the eyes. "More than ever," she replied before turning her attentions to removing his shirt.

He was panting as she traced the muscles in his pecs and abs, first with her fingers, then with her tongue and gentle teeth. He was going to go out of his mind. She made her way down his body and tentatively unsnapped his jeans before looking up at him to make sure it was okay. He nodded vigorously in response and she smiled. She opened his jeans to find sexy, black boxer-briefs. She buried her nose in the fabric to take in his masculine scent and laundry detergent. He groaned as she exhaled, breathing warm air through the cotton to tickle his cock. She pulled the fabric back to reveal his hard member. She had read and written about them, but never seen a cock first-hand. It was so soft to the touch. It was a reddish color with his arousal and the tip had a bead of pre-come. She stuck her tongue out to lick it. She heard him gasp and felt his cock jerk in reaction. She pulled it farther out of his pants and rubbed her cheek against it, loving the soft skin and throbbing power against her face. She licked it from base to tip before pulling just the crown into her mouth. She heard Jake start to whimper and looked up to see his eyes screwed shut and his hands fisted in the sheets. She sucked gently and the whimpers got louder. She noticed that when she rubbed her tongue on the underside, beneath the crown, that the whimpers would turn to growls and he would jerk the sheets. She was about to see how much she could take in her mouth when he gripped her under her arms and dragged her up his body into a mind-melting kiss.

"I don't want to come yet," he said huskily.

"Jake, make love to me."

He gently flipped them until he was on top and then stared into her eyes to be sure that she knew what she was saying. She stared back. That was good enough for him.

He started by kissing along her jaw and gently taking her soft lobe in his teeth. He kissed down her neck and found a spot where her neck met her shoulder that made her shiver. He repeated his ministrations on the other side. He gently worked her shirt over her head and got the first glimpse of her perfect breasts. They were barely there, but they were creamy smooth and the large pink nipples begged to be sucked. She cried out as he gently sucked one while pinching the other. She grabbed his head to hold him in place while she thrust her hips up. He switched breasts and repeated the action on the other side. He smiled when he looked up and saw Jane's head thrashing from side to side on the pillow.

He kissed down her flat stomach and opened her jeans, only to find that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He stopped and just breathed the scent of her arousal and tried to maintain his control.

"Jake, please," she whimpered.

He squeezed his eyes shut and grasped the base of his cock to keep him from coming at the sound of her begging. He pulled her jeans off and swiped a finger through her juices. Jane cried out, then gasped when he put his finger in his mouth to taste her. His eyes widened before he growled and ran his tongue through her slit, gathering as much of her arousal as possible. She cried out and bucked against him. He repeated the action and swirled his tongue around her clit. He immediately felt her clit start to throb and flutter and Jane let out a guttural groan. Knowing that she would be sensitive for a few minutes, he gently kissed her clit and focused on her opening. It appeared that the hymen was still intact. He kissed his way back up her body and ended with her lips, sharing her sweet flavor with her. She moaned and stretched her tongue as far into his mouth as she could and he ended the kiss before they got out of control again. 

"Wait here, beautiful. I'll be right back."

He went into the bathroom and got some toilet paper, then removed a condom from his wallet. He started back into the bedroom and paused at the sight of his Janey, naked and debauched on the bed. He was in love. He wanted to make this the best experience of her life.

"Baby," he said as he crawled between her legs, "I'm going to break your hymen before I make love to you. I don't want there to be any pain when I'm inside you."

She nodded in response then squeezed her eyes shut as if she was bracing herself. 

He laid between her legs and gently inserted a finger into her vagina. At the same time, he sucked on her clit. He moved the tip of his finger around, pressing against the sides of her opening until he was sure that he had done enough. He took the toilet paper and gently cleaned up the inevitable blood.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Hmm? What? Are you done?" she panted. 

Apparently, sucking on her clit was a good idea. He smiled and nodded. He went back to sucking on her clit and flicking his tongue against it while inserting a finger all the way into her channel. He thrust gently before turning his hand and pegging her G-spot.

"Nnugh!"

He laughed, "More?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Please, please, please..."

He gently inserted another finger and thrust a few times before pegging her spot over and over. He felt her vagina start to spasm and she groaned with animal like noises as she squirted all over his hand.

"Holy shit!" he whispered in amazement. He'd seen porn with women squirting, but never known it in real life. He did it again and felt the tell-tale spasm, this time licking her clit at the same time. Her groaning abruptly stopped and he felt her whole body strain. He looked up to see her mouth open, head thrust back, and veins standing out on her neck. He felt the juices start to pour out of her again and he caught as much as he could with his mouth. 

"Janey, breathe!"

She finally exhaled and looked at him dreamily. "You."

"What?"

"You. In. Me. NOW!" she ground out.

His eyes widened and he had to grip the base of his cock again. She handed him the condom and he fumbled with it, finally ripping it open and rolling it over his impatient member.

He pushed her legs back and slowly pushed into her. He didn't meet much resistance, but he evidently wasn't going fast enough, because she suddenly grabbed his hips and slammed him forward. That was it. His control was gone. G-O-N-E, gone.

He started slamming into her, grunting with every thrust. Her moans were ascending again and suddenly, she was squeezing him so tight that he couldn't move. He felt her orgasm run down his legs and as soon as her muscles released him, he started pounding into her harder. He was done for. With one last thrust, he threw his head back let out a guttural howl. He felt the release from the top of his head to his toes. Never had he felt anything so intense.

He collapsed to Jane's side, dragging her into his arms.

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

She looked at him with the biggest, most sincere smile he'd ever seen. "No, Jake. That was amazing."

He sighed with relief. He turned to look in her eyes again. "Janey, I love you."

Her eyes filled with tears and she kissed him hard. "I never thought I would say this, but I love you too, Jake." End