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Room w View

By: orie



It was a sublet in the big city. I never imagined moving into someone else's apartment would open a whole new erotic world.

Being offered a position with a large law firm in the city meant I needed to find housing quickly. I would be a probationary employee for six months before the firm determined if they would take me on full time. I was reluctant to sign a year's lease and risk being stuck with rent payments and no job.

On-line I found a sublet for six months. The lease holder was about to depart on a work assignment in Europe and would be leaving in a few days. He and I connected via Skype. He gave me a virtual tour of the apartment, which consisted of a large living/dining/kitchen area, a small room he used as an office and a large bedroom with an en suite bath. There was also a half-bath off the tiny foyer by the front door. I emailed him references and used PayPal to give him two months rent up front. He would leave the keys with the front desk and I could move in over the weekend.

I arrived by taxi from the airport. The apartment was close to downtown and near public transportation. The driver helped me unload my three big bags and left me standing in front of a well-maintained, but old, U-shaped brick building. The main entrance lay straight ahead at the back of the courtyard in front. The doorman helped me with my bags. After showing ID to the day desk person, I was given my key and the doorman helped me take my bags to apartment 6G.

The man I was sub-letting from had good taste and the apartment was nicely decorated. I spent the afternoon unpacking and then running out to stock up on some essential groceries and supplies. Collapsing early from the plane trip and getting set up, I was in bed by 10.

The next morning I arrived at the law firm and met four other new lawyers, two guys and two women. One woman and I were assigned a shared cubby and given ten minutes to settle in before we were to meet with the managing partner.

"I'm Kyle Anders," I said offering my hand.

"Ferry Williams," she said.

"Furry?"

Laughing, she said, "No, F-E-R-R-Y."

"Good, you really don't look all that furry," I replied. "But, I never heard anyone called Ferry. Is it like in a ferryboat?"

"You think I'm that big?"

I quickly tried to get my foot out of my mouth.

"God, no, that's not what I meant. You are really attractive."

"Are you allowed to say that in the office?" she asked. "Isn't that like harassment, or something?"

"Oh, I didn't mean you were sexually attractive," I said trying to backtrack.

"Really? Then how did you mean attractive?"

This was getting off on the total wrong foot.

"Look, I meant no insult about ferryboat. You aren't fat. Not that there's anything wrong about being fat," I added quickly.

"Relax, Kyle. I'm just busting your balls. And, it's nice to see you're a fan of Seinfeld. I must have seen every episode a dozen times. It's my favorite show."

She smiled and I felt some of my tension easing away.

"Anyway, my real name is Jennifer. When I was in elementary school I think there were five other Jennifers. And, they were all called Jenny. So, wanting to be different I started calling myself Ferry, using the last part of my name. I never even thought about people thinking I was saying Furry. Needless to say, I've had this conversation many times."

As we placed our meager personal stuff on our desktops I asked, "Why not change it?"

She smiled again, "Because everyone remembers it. That can be a good thing when you're trying to move ahead."

A woman knocked at our cubicle and said it was time to meet in the conference room.

We entered to find the new lawyers and five other people. The managing partner introduced herself and welcomed us. She gave us a quick overview of the firm, most of which we knew since we each had done our homework before applying here. It was the top firm in the city.

She then turned the meeting over to the human resources director who walked us through the meager benefits we would have as probationary employees. She also spent a long time on codes of conduct and what could get us fired in a hurry. Those warnings centered mostly on breaking confidentiality, getting caught doing drugs or practically anything else that a senior partner didn't like about us.

We were given folders full of forms we needed to complete, sign and return. The last part of the meeting was devoted to getting marginally acquainted with the partner who would be our supervisor. Since Ferry and I were in the mergers and acquisitions department we met Billy Boynton. He was in his fifties and looked like he'd seen his share of major battles. We later found out his nickname was Billy the Kid, partially because he once was the youngest partner but mostly for his reputation as gunning down the opposition in hostile takeovers.

He talked for a bit about the importance of this division of the firm, emphasizing that it brought in a lot of money and that we better not "fuck it up". He then gave us to his top associate, Martin.

Martin quickly stripped away any illusions that we would get anywhere near a client or a courtroom.

"You will be our moles. We will have you digging deep into background and bringing us nuggets. If you produce no nuggets, we have to question whether you're worth keeping. This, dear children, is the big times. You do not take a breath unless we can bill you for it. You may have time for a quick pee during the day, but do your shitting on your own time. As you walk back to your miserable cubby, take a look out the window and enjoy the sunlight. It will be the last time you see it for at least these six months. Now, scurry away and I will send someone around with your assignments. She will show you our library. Count on spending lots of time there and on your computers. We've given you passwords and access to all the major search programs we use. So, move along. If you are lucky and don't crack under the strain, kill each other or someone else, and, most importantly, do not make a fucking mistake, you may make it to full-time associate."

Ferry and I found our way back to our cubicle.

"Inspiring," she said.

"God, nothing like making you feeling you're dog shit on the sole of the world," I moaned.

"It better be dog shit and not your own," she said with a laugh. "Remember, shitting is on your own time."

We both laughed. Our good mood was soon ended by the arrival of a legal assistant pushing a cart piled with folders. She efficiently outlined what we were supposed to look for in the folders and that the partner on this client wanted our input by tomorrow morning.

After she left, Ferry and I looked at each other. "I guess Martin was right, we won't be seeing much sunlight," Ferry said.

I pulled my butt home at 10 pm. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed, but I knew if I did not get some physical activity in I would soon turn into a blob.

I stripped and dug my jump rope out of my backpack. I learned school that opportunities for exercise were limited. I started carrying a jump rope with me and whenever I had a few seconds of spare time, I skipped to get lots of aerobic benefit. I also added some Tai Chi to help me release stress and would throw in some crunches, push-ups and chin-ups for muscle toning.

I did close to twenty-five minutes of skipping before I took a quick shower, downed two energy bars and fell asleep in less than a minute.

The next day was more of the same. Ferry and I found we worked well together. She was more of a free-association thinker while I was a one step at a time guy. I'm a little older since I had first gotten a masters in finance before entering law school.

We took our first break for both bathroom and food at 2 pm. We found the lunch room and picked up two sad looking tuna sandwiches, chips and cokes, which we ate at our desks while slogging through files and doing research. 

Our assigned legal assistant popped her head in at 4 and said the partner we did the work for wanted to see us. 

He welcomed us. We sat in his office looking out the tall windows at the city skyline.

"That stuff you gave me today was not all shit," he said.

We took it as a compliment.

He then went on to tell us where he wanted more background. We left knowing that getting out before nine would be a miracle.

Once again that night, I stripped and did a half hour of rope work.

I found this was going to be my routine. It was September and the days were growing shorter and chillier. I left in the morning when it was hardly light and returned in total darkness. I had yet to turn on the large screen TV in the living area. I slept, worked, jumped rope and started over again.

Ferry and I worked thirteen days straight without a break. It was the Sunday of our second week before we could take a day off.

I slept late that morning. I got up and made myself a real breakfast with bacon and eggs I bought on the way home last night. I was enjoying reading the Sunday paper when I heard a knock at my door. I rarely wore clothes in the house and pulled a blanket from the couch around my middle.

Since I knew no one in town, except for work, I assumed it was the doorman bringing up some package or dry cleaning. I opened the door to find two young and incredibly beautiful women staring at me. 

"Uh, hi," I mumbled, feeling awkward being so exposed.

"So, you're Thumper," the blond haired one said.

"Pardon?"

"What the hell do you do up here," asked the brunette.

"I'm sorry," I replied beginning to get irked. "Who are you?"

The blond replied. "We are the people that live below you. All we hear every night is some ungodly pounding on our ceiling. It sounds like a rabbit banging its foot."

It then dawned on me that my rope jumping must be right over their bedroom.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I never thought about the noise. Look, come in."

They exchanged a look and then eyed my mostly naked body. They both zeroed in on my blanket and I could see the indecision in their eyes.

"No, come in, I'll go put some clothes on. There's a fresh pot of coffee on the counter and some warm toast. Help yourself and I'll be right out."

They exchanged another look and took a step inside. I made my way down the hall and quickly pulled on jeans, a sweatshirt and slippers.

They were sitting at the tall stools at my kitchen counter and fixing their coffees.

"Let's start out the right way," I said.

"I'm Kyle Anders." I shook hands with each woman.

"Brittany Edwards," said the blond.

"Tiffany Moran," offered the dark-haired one.

"So, I guess I've been making a racquet. Again, sorry."

"It's just that we go to bed really early and it wakes us up," offered Brittany

I caught the "we" part. If their apartment had the same layout, they must be sharing one bedroom and presumably one bed.

"Oh," was my best response. "How early do you get up?"

"No later than four," said Tiffany.

"What the hell do you do?"

They looked at each other. 

"We're on the morning news on Channel 4"

"Really?"

"Yep," said Brittany. "I co-anchor the news part and Tiff is the weather reporter. We're the top rated morning show."

"Sorry, I don't watch any TV. So, I guess if you're up at four, you must go to bed at..."

"Between 8 and 9. Today is our day off, so we can sleep late," Tiffany said.

"Look, I'll stop jumping rope..."

"Oh my god, that's what you were doing," said Brittany. "We could not figure it out. We had envisioned some totally weird sexual thing, but no one could last that long."

I explained my work situation and how late was the only time I had. 

"You should have said something before now," I said.

"We stopped up a bunch of times, but you were never here," said Tiffany.

"Well, I won't bother you again."

"We don't want you to stop exercising," said Brittany, "Maybe you could just do it another time."

"I don't have any other time," I said. 

The three of us sipped coffee and didn't say anything.

"How about if you did it in this room?" Tiffany offered, looking at the spacious living room.

"I never thought of that. But, wouldn't it still make noise?"

"What if you got an exercise mat, or something," she said.

"That's a great idea. I'll get one today and try it out. You can let me know how it sounds."

After the women left, I dressed and went down stairs. I asked at the front desk if there was a store where I could get an exercise matt.

The manager on duty asked me what I needed. He thought for a second and then made a call.

He talked with someone and then hung up.

"I might have something that will work."

He led me down to the basement and unlocked a large storage closest. In the back were a stack of exercise mats.

"We used to have a workout room. It was never used, so the management turned it into a second laundry area. It works out better that way. You can take as many of these as you want."

I eyed the sizes and chose two that would probably fit in the space without too much disturbance to the furniture.

Within an hour, I had everything set up. I called the number Brittany had left and told her I was going to try out the new system.

I jumped rope on the mats for about ten minutes and then called back down.

"We were in our room and hardly heard anything. This is going to work great, Kyle. Thanks."

One crisis with neighbors solved.

*** 

The person I was sub-letting from had a cleaning lady. He didn't want to lose her and was sure if he cancelled her for six months, he'd never get her back. He said he would pay her if I wouldn't mind having her come in every other week. She was due to come in on Monday.

I arrived home Monday evening with take-out Chinese. I came in my apartment and knew she must have been there. It smelled clean. I went to my bedroom to find clean sheets and towels. Everything was dusted and the kitchen was spotless. I knew I would enjoy having a cleaning lady.

I ate some supper and put the leftovers in the fridge.

I stripped in my room, grabbed my jump rope and went to the living area. I stepped up on the mats and began my workout. Not only did it deaden the sound, but I was easier on my ankles and knees than the thin carpet in the bedroom. I also did a bunch of stretching exercises. I felt great after my shower and fell quickly to sleep.

My routine was settled. I began to look forward to the exercise part of my day. I was in the third day of working out in the living room at around 10 at night and had just taken a break after doing ten minutes of crossovers with my rope when the land phone rang.

This was first it had sounded since I moved in. I was surprised that there was even one here. I found a cordless phone in its cradle on the bookshelf next to the flat screen.

"Hell-o," I said.

"You look fabulous when you work out."

My blood froze. It was a woman's voice, but how could she know what I was doing.

"Who is this?"

"No one you know." The voice was deep and quite sexy. She didn't sound like a kid, but I couldn't make out if she were in her thirties or even forties.

"Look, I don't have time for crank calls, so..."

"This isn't a crank call. I really enjoy watching you work out. You have a beautiful body."

I looked around. I then noticed the drapes across the window were open. I never opened them and quite frankly never even noticed them. The cleaning lady must have pulled them back.

I crossed to the window and pulled them shut.

"Oh, why'd you do that?"

"You could see me?"

A deep and sexy laugh. "Of course I could. I assumed that's why you left the curtains open."

"No. As a matter of fact, I never even thought about them being open or anyone looking in."

"Sorry, then."

She sounded disappointed.

"Wait, how'd you get this number?"

"It's Ken's number. I've had it for a long time." That voice was getting to me. 

I pulled back part of the curtain to look out.

"Where are you?"

"On the other side."

"Which apartment?"

"No can tell," she said. I could hear some humor in her voice. It just made it sexier.

"What's your name?" I demanded.

"Call me Artemis, Kyle."

"How do you know my name?"

"It's not too hard to find these things out. The guys downstairs know everything. Don't bother asking them who Artemis is."

"Not your real name, I take it."

She laughed softly. God, it was a sexy sound.

I kept looking across the courtyard in front at the other wing of the building. Some apartments were lit but most were in darkness. She had to be close to the same level as me. If she were any lower, she couldn't see deep enough into my living room. If she were one or two, or maybe even three, stories higher, she could get a good look. There were five apartments opposite me on each level. That meant there were fifteen or twenty possibilities.

"Well, Artemis, the show is over and these drapes are remaining closed."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Huh? Why would I want someone spying on me?"

"Now that you know, it won't be spying," she said, once more with a laugh in her voice.

"Ok, then, why would I want you looking at me naked?"

"Because it would excite you."

"Not likely," I said.

"Kyle, you live alone. You have no girlfriend, or boyfriend, that comes to see you. You leave early in the morning and come home late at night. So, you have no sexual release. You like to exercise naked. I think you have a bit of an exhibition streak in you. I think that helps you manage your sex drive."

"Ok, Artemis, I don't exercise nude to show off to anyone."

"But, you like being nude, Kyle. I've seen you walk around your apartment naked, sometimes, like last night, you even have an erection. I like that very much."

"This is getting sick. I'm going to hang up. I think I may call the police. Maybe they can trace this call or something."

"Kyle, do what you want. I'm just saying that you like being naked. I think deep down you maybe thought someone could see you. Well, I'm that someone. I am not offended. I am turned on. I want to keep watching you, Kyle."

I felt my dick jump at her words. Was she right? Was I secretly hoping someone might have seen me naked?

"You're crazy, Artemis. I told you I never even thought about the drapes being open."

"I believe you, Kyle. But, I also think that some part of you might have hoped for something just like this."

"Like what?"

"Like a woman watching you. Like a woman enjoying your young, tight body. Like me admiring your cock. Like all that, Kyle."

Her words made me excited. My dick started to thicken and get hard.

"Still sounds kinky to me," I said trying to sound strong, but my voice was betraying the growing desire flowing from my loins.

"Of course it's kinky, Kyle. That's part of the fun. Now, open the curtains."

She wanted to see me again. I was tempted to pull them back. Part of me wanted to show her my hard dick. I wanted her to admire me; to fantasize about me sexually.

"Artemis, I'm going to hang up now."

"Ok, Kyle. I hope you change your mind. I'll be watching."

I pressed the end button and then scrolled through the recent calls. The last call just read Private Caller.

I went to bed without showering. I replayed the conversation over again in my mind. My hand slipped onto my hard cock. I slowly began stroking. In a few minutes I came harder than I could ever remember.

She had touched something deep inside me. I always felt I had a bit of an exhibitionism streak. I remember when a bunch of us would go skinny-dipping with both guys and girls and how exciting that was. Playing strip poker in college was always a big turn on for me and I never minded losing and being naked in front of the girls who were playing. Did I really want this woman looking at me in the nude? As I drifted to sleep, I was completely hard again.


Room w View Ch. 02



As I put my phone down after saying good night to Ferry, another vision of her sleeping in underwear on my couch flashed through my mind. Her body was more than attractive and had me thinking about maybe being in a situation where I could remove her clothes while she took off mine. I was idly stroking my dick as I was still standing nude in my living room. I was enjoying letting my imagination going a little wild when the land line rang.

"Hi, Kyle," purred the sexy voice of Artemis.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Was that Ferry on the phone?"

"How could you tell?"

"You were smiling all while you were talking."

"She's nice."

"And cute," added Artemis. "So, anything up?"

"Yeah, she bounced her cheating boyfriend. It's the right decision, but I think she's still broken up about it."

"Those things hurt, no matter who was at fault."

"Voice of experience?" I asked.

"Might say I've had a few occasions like that."

"Is that all I get?"

"For now, yes. We have more important things to discuss."

"Such as," I prompted.

"Such as letting me watch you get off again."

"Care to join me?"

"Oh, I will, babe. No doubt about it."

"Can I ask you something?"

She hesitated and then told me to go ahead.

"Do you use a telescope or binoculars, or something?"

That sexy laugh sent a ripple through my body.

"I have a very expensive pair of binoculars. I have a stand for them so I can look and have two hands free. It really brings things close. It's like I can reach out and touch you."

"Would you like that?"

She was quiet for a long time.

"Kyle, I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize what we have. I think that watching and fantasizing is what works right now."

"Ok, I'm good with this."

We hung up and I start playing with myself. In short time I was hard. What surprised me was the mental images of Ferry lying on my couch in her underwear that did the trick. I pumped hard and soon was shooting all over the mats.

I answered the phone.

"Beautiful, Kyle. I came, too. Thanks."

"Thank you, Artemis. Will I ever get to meet you?"

I heard a long sigh. "Kyle, as I said, let's keep it like this. We both have fun and there are no turns in the road we have to manage. Can we do this?"

"Sure, Artemis. We can do this."

*** 

As time went on, Ferry and I seemed to deepen our friendship. She never brought her personal life into work. The one time I asked about her ex, she just answered, "Ancient history." 

Occasionally, we'd stop for a drink after work. We enjoyed talking with each other about non-legal stuff. We both shared an interest in old TV shows and would test each other on stupid trivia questions about Friends, Seinfeld and especially Curb Your Enthusiasm.

Nights were reserved for Artemis. I still exercised naked and she still watched. She didn't ask me to masturbate every evening, but I never refused her when she did. We talked a lot about travel and film. She knew a great deal about foreign films. A couple times we each logged into Netflix and watched the same movie together. It was almost like a date. Except on most dates I'm not naked and I usually have met the person I'm dating. Without ever having seen her, I felt like Artemis was becoming one of my best friends.

*** 

It was Thanksgiving week. To our shock, Martin said we could have all Thanksgiving off and to our greater amazement he told us to take the day after as a holiday. We did have to come in on Saturday, but having two days in a row off was more than we ever expected.

After I changed my exercise routine and didn't keep them awake at night, the TV Girls and I started to become friendly. We would often see each other on weekends in the elevator or laundry room. They were always cheerful and we enjoyed each other's company. I had them up a couple times for drinks and a pizza. They reciprocated and had me down for drinks a few times.

They invited me to their apartment for Thanksgiving dinner. Brittany said Tiffany would do the cooking since, as she put it, "I totally suck in the kitchen."

They told me I could invite a friend. I asked Ferry.

"Really, the TV Girls can cook?"

"I don't know, but Brittany says Tiffany can."

I had Tivo'd the morning news a few times to watch them. I had to admit they were good in that vacuous way of morning television. 

"So, this is just like the two of us going to their apartment for dinner?" Ferry asked.

"Uh, yeah. I think that's what it means when someone asks you to join them for Thanksgiving."

"No, I mean it's not a, well, a date."

I looked at her.

"You think I'm asking you out?"

"No, not really. I just wanted to be clear if you were or weren't."

"I don't think I am. But, say I did. What would you say?"

"You mean hypothetically if you were to ask me out, say to a Thanksgiving dinner, and, again, hypothetically you were asking me to go as your date, what would I say?"

"Exactly," I said laughing at her convoluted question. "Hypothetically, speaking."

Ferry smiled at me, "Well, hypothetically, I think I'd say yes."

"Really, Ferry. You'd go on a date with me?"

"Of course I would. Kyle, you're the smartest guy I know. You're way brighter than most of the partners here. But, Jesus, you are slow to pick up on some things."

"You mean you wanted me to ask you out?"

"Yes, Kyle. I wanted you to ask me out. I mean I keep asking you if you are doing anything on Sundays. Do you have any plans? Is anything going on?"

"I thought we were just talking."

"We were talking. But, I was trying to send you a message, too."

"Ferry, I wanted to ask you out for a long time. But, I felt you were still getting over the asshole. Every time I mentioned going to a bar with some other people, you said you wanted to just hang out at your apartment. I assumed you didn't want to get involved with anyone."

Ferry looked around our cubicle to see if anyone was passing by. Seeing we were alone, she leaned in and kissed me. 

"Kyle, I did want to hang around my apartment. I sorta hoped you would want to hang with me. And, I don't want to get involved with anyone," she said. "I want to get involved with you."

I smiled all the way home thinking about that kiss. Ferry was really cute and she wanted to go out with me. She's a few inches shorter than I am, making her about 5'7". As I found out the night she passed out, she has a fit and trim body with nice legs. Her brunette hair falls to her shoulders and is usually pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her blue eyes would light up with excitement when we were working and she was deep into it. I began to wonder what she would be like in bed. I then told myself to slow down. We were just going to go to a dinner together.

I came into my apartment and turned on the lights in the living room. The phone immediately rang.

"Hi," I said knowing it must be Artemis.

"Hi, yourself. What's up?"

I told her about work and then that we were going to the TV girls for Thanksgiving.

"That's nice. I'm happy you won't be alone. But, who is 'we'?"

"Ferry."

"Ah, the cute one with the sexy underwear."

I laughed and nodded.

"So..."

"So, what?" I pushed back.

"So, are you two becoming an item?"

"An item?" I said and laughed. Maybe Artemis was older than she sounded.

"You know what I mean. Are you two starting to date or get involved?"

I eased my winter jacket off and went to the fridge for a beer.

"Funny, we talked about the dating thing," I said. "I think we agreed we might try it."

"That's nice, Kyle. From what you've told me, she sounds like a great person. I'm happy for you."

"Honestly?"

"Absolutely," she said. "As long as we can continue in our special way."

"I'd like that."

"Wonderful, because I've got a little surprise tonight."

"What's that?"

I could hear Artemis let out a long breath.

"We want you to strip in front of us."

"Us? There's someone with you?"

"That's the second part of the surprise. My daughter is here."

My heart stopped. 

"Artemis, I'm not sure about this. I mean it's one thing that two adults agree on the exhibitionist and voyeur thing. I don't think we are breaking any laws. But, I cannot involve a child. That's wrong and totally illegal. There are laws against any sex involving minors."

Artemis' hearty laugh filled the phone.

"Kyle, you are so sweet. Yes my daughter is my child, but she is not a minor. She's over 21 and going to be a junior in college. How old do you think I am?"

I never resolved how old I thought she was. Her voice was not that of a twenty-year old. But, to have a daughter who was probably 20 or 21 could make her close to late forties or fifty. I don't want to guess the wrong age.

"Uh, I don't know."

"Well, let's leave it at I'm old enough to have a daughter in college, but still far from collecting social security. Does that freak you out?"

"No. I'm good with all that."

"Ok," Artemis said, "will you strip for us?"

"Can I talk with her?"

I could tell Artemis had covered the mouthpiece with her hand as muffled voices sounded in the background.

"Hi, Kyle."

The voice was a younger version of Artemis. The same deep and sexy quality made my blood pump a little faster.

"Hi. What's your name?"

"You can call me Dido."

Laughing I said, "So your mother is from the Greeks and you're from the Romans."

She giggled and said, "We both like the classics. I'm glad to see you do too."

"So, you're ok with all this"

"Mom has been telling me about what you two do. I think it's sexy. I want to see what she gets to see."

"You don't think it's kinky?"

"God, yes. It's way fucking kinky. That's the attraction. I know my mom is a sexy and sensual woman. I hope I can be like her all my life. She gets a real rush from watching you. So, I'm all for joining in."

"You know she does more than just watch."

A pause and then, "Yes. She told me. It's sexy."

"Ok, can you give me back to your mom?"

"Sure, but I hope you go through with this."

"So?" Artemis asked.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Kyle. We are both very sure."

I put my handset on speaker and set it on the side table nearest me.

Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. I was wearing a long-sleeved tee shirt and pulled it over my head.

"Nice pecs," said Dido through the speaker.

I kicked my shoes off and bent to tug my socks from my feet.

I looked into the dark night and undid my belt. Unsnapping my pants, I slowly slid my zipper down. Easing them past my hips, my pants hit the floor and I stepped clear.

"Are they silk?" asked Dido.

I ran my hands over my front feeling the smooth fabric.

"Yeah, it's an indulgence."

"Nice," said the voice from the phone.

I grabbed my waistband and began to lower my boxers. I quickly spun around and pushed them off, exposing my butt to the mother and daughter watching me.

"Wow," came the voice. "Flex for us."

I flexed my cheeks, pulling them in as tight as possible. 

Slowly I turned and faced the unseen duo voyeuring me.

My dick had begun to swell with the excitement of the moment. I was beyond just hanging loose and my dick began to lengthen and thicken.

"Ooh"

I was not sure if that was Artemis or Dido.

A breathy voice came out, "Touch it."

Definitely Dido, I thought.

I slid my hand on my base and ran it up to my tip. As I stroked, it became more extended and much thicker.

After a little more pleasurable effort, I was at full mast.

"Let us see it," commanded Artemis.

I took my hand away as my erection bobbed. I turned sideways and let the women admire how it stood out from my body.

"That's beautiful, Kyle," said Dido.

"Cum for us," said Artemis.

I faced them and began stroking with a purpose in mind. I imagined two beautiful women watching me and quickly worked myself to a plateau. I slowed to tease more pleasure from my actions and to tantalize the women. For a second, an image of two heavy, slovenly women with hairy legs crept into my mind. What if my fantasy women were some ugly hags? Then, I figured that with their sexy voices, they must be hot. Anyway, my hand was feeling too good on my dick to worry about what they looked like. They liked watching me and that was enough.

I began playing with my balls that still hung low and hadn't tightened to that pre-cum state.

"Those are awesome," called Dido. "They look so big. Are they sensitive?"

I nodded and held them up for them to see. 

"What do you like done with them?" asked Artemis.

"I love having them licked and sucked. Having a ball in a woman's mouth and feel her tongue push against is exquisite."

"Oh, I could do that," exclaimed Dido. "I'd love to suck that nut. I'd suck it good, Kyle."

I played with them a bit longer and then let them drop. I took my erection and spread some pre-cum along my shaft.

"Do you like sucking cock, too?" I asked as I pumped.

"A cock like that," answered Dido, "would be fabulous. I'd try to get all of it in my mouth, maybe even down my throat. Would you like that, Kyle? Would you like to deep throat me?"

The level of sexual talk was much higher with Dido and was turning me on. I groaned with the thought of a young mouth on my cock. "Yes," I whispered and pumped harder.

I stroked and the women watched in silence. After a few minutes I told them I was close.

"Do it," cried Dido.

I pumped hard a few more times and let it loose. My knees buckled with the intensity of my orgasm. My cum shot out as I kept contracting with hot pleasure. My hand was covered in warm liquid.

"Taste it," said one of the women.

I never had sampled my own cum, but I was still so turned on, I moved my fingers to my mouth.

I stuck two fingers in my mouth and tasted my sperm for the first time. I cleaned my fingers and showed them to the window.

I heard a long moan. Next Dido's voice softly said, "I just came really hard, Kyle. Thank you."

My erection had subsided, but I stood still facing the window.

"That was the best ever," said Artemis. "I came, too. Thank you, Kyle. Thank you so much. We're going to say goodnight. Have a great Thanksgiving tomorrow. Enjoy your date with Ferry."

"Furry?' I heard in the background.

"I'll explain later, sweetheart," Artemis said.

The connection went dead and I slowly turned out the lights and took a shower before falling into a deep sleep, accompanied by erotic imaginings of what the mother and daughter looked like. My dick was hard thinking about the mother and daughter masturbating together as they both watched me jerking off. I fell asleep with my hard dick in my hand.

*** 

Ferry insisted on making her own way to Thanksgiving dinner. Arriving at my door a little past noon, she gave me a kiss and dropped her large purse on the counter. We shared a mimosa and had the opportunity to talk before going downstairs.

"You know, I noticed these mats the night you took me in," she said. "Why are they here?"

I explained about my exercise routine and the disturbance it had caused to the TV girls.

"Since I moved my workouts to this room and installed these mats, there have been no complaints."

I left out the part about exercising in the nude and, for some strange reason, neglected to mention I performed for an anonymous stranger across the courtyard. I also omitted the part of my stranger's daughter witnessing my exhibitionism. And, I totally forgot to mention I masturbated for them. Well, it was our first date and I didn't want Ferry running out of the apartment fearing she had tangled with a pervert.

"So, this is our first date?" she said.

"I like the sound of 'first'. It implies there may be more."

She raised her glass in response.

"So far, so good."

We talked a little about work and then caught ourselves. 

"I don't want to spend the little time we have away from the firm talking about that place," Ferry said. "Tell me about the TV Girls. I suppose I ought not to call them that."

"Not to their faces," I deadpanned.

I described our first meeting and then how I watched recorded newscasts.

"They look great on TV and are entertaining."

"I suppose that's what the station is looking for—entertainment," Ferry commented.

"Yeah, if you really want news, you should listen to NPR or something. Local TV covers the fires, flood and floggings."

"We have floggings?" she asked.

"Well, it was alliterative hyperbole," I responded.

"Shit, you are sounding more like a lawyer every day," Ferry said with a laugh.

"God, promise to shoot me if I become an asshole."

"You mean more of an asshole?"

"Ouch," I said. "Am I that bad?"

"No, it's just that alpha lawyer dog thing rears its head every so often."

"Like..."

Looking into the orange remains of her mimosa, Ferry swirled the contents around. "I didn't mean to get into this today. It's Thanksgiving and we're going to dinner soon."

"And, it's our first date," I reminded her.

"And, it's our first date," she rejoined.

"But, seriously, you think I've been obnoxious."

"No, I wouldn't say obnoxious. Certainly not to me. Kyle, I couldn't ask for a better work buddy. But, you seem to get so competitive with the younger associates, especially when we're around Billy the Kid or Martin. It kinda scares me. I can almost see your fangs."

I laughed, but not with a lot of humor. "Ferry, I saw real fast how cutthroat it is at the firm. I want to be a good lawyer and I want to get an offer to stay with them. It's the best opportunity I will have. They start new associates at close to six figures. So, yeah, I push hard. I want them to know I can work hard and be tough. The law is basically a competition. One side is always going to come out on top. I want to be on the winning side."

"I'm competitive, too, Kyle. But, I guess I don't see that I have to climb over bodies to make it up the ladder."

"Ferry, I'm not trying to lay waste to the other lawyers. I am trying to be seen and to get ahead. If that means I have to step on a few toes, then step I will."

"What if I were in your way?"

I didn't respond. I asked myself what would I do if I thought Ferry was a threat? I pushed the thought aside as the all-male half of my brain brought up an image of her in her revealing undies and the libido half of my brain told me I had a chance to not only see more, but also experience the delights of the beautiful woman in front of me.

"Ferry, I'm not trying to screw you over," I finally said.

"Thank god," she replied.

"What you thought I was trying to screw you over?"

"No stupid, thank god you didn't say you weren't trying to screw me."

We held each other's gaze. Slowly our mouths moved toward each other and we kissed passionately for the second time since we've met. This kiss tasted of orange juice, strawberry gloss and woman. I kissed her lips and offered my tongue. She willingly accepted.

I took her glass and placed it and mine on the coffee table. Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her deeply. I moved my lips around her face kissing her eyelids, cheeks and ears. I nuzzled my face into her neck and inhaled the soft fragrance emanating from her skin and the subtle scent she wore. She made a sound that only encouraged me.

My hand slipped onto her right breast. Ferry was wearing a collared shirt underneath a cashmere sweater. I could not detect a bra and felt her nipple harden at my touch. I gently squeezed the small, soft mound and a breathy sound escaped her lips and flowed into my mouth.

I fondled her and we kissed passionately.

My hand moved from her breast and moved in the direction of her knee. Her crepe skirt was bunched up. Ferry reached out and took hold of my wrist.

"I think we should be heading down to dinner."

"I think I have everything I need right here," I said as my hand rested on her thigh with the soft material underneath.




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"Maybe, but let's hold off for now. We should get going."

"As long as this is not a 'no never', I'll agree."

"It's a 'no, not right now and we'll see about later'. Ok?"

"I'm an optimist and you've given me hope." I placed both hands behind her head and pulled her mouth tight to mine. We kissed, exchanging tongues, for several minutes. I slid both hands down to her breasts and squeezed.

"Oh, that feels so good," she exclaimed.

"Your breasts feel so soft," I said.

"What there is of them," she replied with a chuckle.

"There's plenty here, Ferry. I want to see them."

I pinched her nipples and she squirmed.

"Not now, Kyle. Not now."

Breaking away, Ferry stood and grabbed her bag.

"Need to repair the damages," she said with a smile and headed toward my bathroom carrying her purse.

"You're beautiful, Ferry."

She turned and looked at me. "Thank you, Kyle."

She made her way down the hall. Once more, I admired the sway of her hips and the definition of her butt under the clinging fabric. I prayed dinner would not last too long.

I had told Ferry before that I was fairly sure Tiffany and Brittany were lesbians in a relationship.

Laughing, we both said, "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Ferry assured me she had no hang-ups regarding gay people and that "some of my best friends are gay."

I knocked on 5G and Tiffany answered the door. 

Her dark hair was cascading in soft waves and rested on her shoulders. She wore a pale blue top that complimented her eyes. The fabric was some sort of cotton that clung to her frame and outlined a magnificent bust. She obviously wore a bra, but her nipples still managed to make their presence known.

She embraced me and said welcome. I introduced Ferry and they hugged, as well.

In the living room were three other people. Two women sat on the couch and a man stood by the bookcase. Tiffany introduced the women as Shari and Anu. Shari was tall and Nordic looking, while Anu was shorter and dark. They were a striking couple. 

The man was Henry and he was Britany's brother.

Tiffany offered champagne and we soon were toasting the holiday. This brought Britany around from the kitchen area carrying a tray with plates of light hors d'oeuvres. We clinked glasses and saluted the occasion. I introduced Ferry to Brittany and she immediately came over and hugged Ferry.

"Any friend of Thumpers..." she said with a smile.

"Humper?" Ferry said shooting me a glance.

"No, Thumper," I quickly said emphasizing the "Th". I explained for the benefit of everyone how I met Tiffany and Brittany.

We each exchanged a little background as we sipped the bubbly and munched on rice wafers and carrots. Shari and Anu were friends of TV Girls, whom they met in a gay business women's club. They were just returning from their honeymoon after being married in late October. We offered congratulations and then talked about their trip to Hawaii.

Henry lived out of town and was an administrator at a small college upstate. He was single and kidded his sister that she needed to find some straight women for friends. 

"It kills me to see all these beautiful women who have no interest in me," he said smiling.

Brittany came back and said, "Hey, I'm sure there are just as many straight women who would have no interest in you."

Henry mimed being stabbed in the heart and we all broke up.

We soon moved to dinner. The girls had set up a make-shift table in the living room and surrounded it with folding chairs. 

"Mike, the night desk man, let us borrow an extra door from storage and loaned us two saw horses. The folding chairs came from work. We have to get them back to our cafeteria tomorrow." Tiffany explained all this while she began bringing out plates and platters of food.

We dug in. Everything was delicious. The conversation flowed freely. 

Shari asked me about my exercising.

I explained that I developed the rope-jumping habit because it required no equipment, except the rope, and could be done anywhere. I added that I also did Tai Chi and strength building and stretching exercises.

Tiffany said, "That makes a lot of sense. I never have time to hit the health club. Hey, could you show me your workout? I bet I could get into a routine like that. I like the thought of Tai Chi. Maybe some weekend I can come up and watch you."

The others looked at me and I felt myself turning red.

"Really, Kyle," Ferry said, "that sounds like a good idea. I think I'd like to join in, too. We could come over and watch you."

My blush deepened.

"Uh, well, maybe, but I'd have to alter some of my routine," I stammered.

"Why?" asked Anu.

I took a deep breath, avoided looking at Ferry and said, "Because I do it nude."

The table was silent.

"All the more reason to watch you," piped up Tiffany.

That broke everyone up.

"So, what's your answer," Tiffany asked again.

"God, I guess if you wouldn't be entirely grossed out, sure."

"Really, Kyle nude?" said Ferry.

I glanced at her. She had a slight smile that was impossible to read.

"I've seen naked men before," Tiffany said easing some of the tension that crept in. "It's no big thing. Wait, sometimes it is a big thing."

The other women laughed at the pun.

"Ok, call me on Sunday and we can set a time," said Tiffany.

"Yes, Kyle, do call her," Ferry said. "And, maybe you could give me a jingle too."

"No problem," I said. "Anyone else?" I was trying to lighten the mood.

"I'd love to," said Shari, "but we're in the process of moving to Atlanta. Anu has a new job in a bank and I'm going to continue my human resource consulting. But, thanks for asking."

The flow of the conversation picked up and we chatted for another hour. Tiffany served a selection of pies for dessert.

After dessert and coffee we played a couple rounds of Trivial Pursuit Master Edition. It was close to 8 pm when we made our good-byes.

Riding the elevator to my floor, I said to Ferry how impressed I was with the way everyone played.

"Disappointed you weren't the only smart one in the room?"

"Am I that shallow," I asked with a pout.

"No, just kidding. But, I bet you thought that Tiffany and Brittany were airheads."

I realized that was exactly what I thought.

"Well, when we were doing the dishes—as good girls do while the guys watched a football game..."

"Hey, Shari was watching, too. And you said you didn't want us in the kitchen."

"God, Kyle, we always say that. The sad part is guys always believe us. Anyway, while we were cleaning up, I learned that Brittany has a degree in journalism from Syracuse and won a couple regional awards for her reporting before coming to a major market. Tiffany has her bachelors from MIT in meteorology and is halfway to her masters from there. So, don't let the pretty packaging fool you."

"You think they're pretty," I asked.

"God, men!" she sighed. "Of course I do, because they are. And, no, I am not interested in them sexually. Not like some people I know who couldn't keep his eyes off Tiffany's boobs."

"I was not staring," I complained.

"Well, it was the closest next thing to staring."

"Are you pissed?"

The elevator stopped and the door opened.

"Of course not. Why should I be? It's only our first date. Why should I be offended that you're ogling some girl's tits and inviting them to watch you prance around in the nude?"

We stepped out before the door closed.

"I think I detect some sarcasm," I said.

"You'll make a great lawyer, Kyle, being able to pick up these little subtleties."

I opened the apartment door and Ferry rushed in. She grabbed her purse and turned.

"Don't leave," I said.

She glared at me.

"Please!"

Ferry shook her head. "You know Kyle you have all the ingredients to become a first class asshole."

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare at Tiffany like that. It's just that..."

"That they were in front of your eyes," barked Ferry.

"God, was I that obvious?"

"Only to those in the room, Kyle."

I tried to look contrite.

"Oh, and thanks for the heads up on your naked dance routine. I mean it might have been nice to know that before you sent out blanket invitations."

I placed my arms on her shoulders, but she shook them off.

"Ferry, I was not planning on that. It just came up in the conversation."

"I get that part. But, do you think you could have said you'd think about it and then discussed it with Tiffany alone, like, maybe after you fucking told me? Huh, do you think that would have worked?"

"Ferry, I..."

"We sat in this very room talking about the mats and your exercise right before we went downstairs. That might have been a good time to mention your dress code."

"Ferry, I was embarrassed to tell you."

"Embarrassed! Why?"

"I thought you might think it was strange or weird."

"Possibly," she said the fire still burning bright in her eyes. "But, what I think for certain is strange and weird is that you announced it at a dinner table, to people you hardly know and then offered a blank check to come and watch. It was embarrassing for me. I think those people all thought we were a couple. And, thinking that we were a couple, they probably assumed that I knew you liked to work out naked. The fact that I was totally clueless made me seem like a jerk. And, besides all that, telling people they could watch you naked. That, Kyle, is very fucking weird."

Ferry slung her purse over her shoulder and brushed past me.

"Let me take you home," I offered.

She paused and turned back to me.

"Give me twenty bucks," she retorted.

"What?"

"I left the house with just enough money to get here. I need money for cab fare."

I pulled money from my pocket and gave her a twenty. I wondered how she'd planned to get home. Then it hit me. Maybe she was not planning to go home tonight. I looked at the large purse she carried. It could easily hold extra clothes. Shit. I really screwed this up.

"Thanks for a lovely and memorable first date. And, this time I place a lot of emphasis on the word 'first'. Good night, Kyle."

I watched her go out. I give her credit. She did not slam my door. But, I could hear her pounding the down button as she waited for the elevator.

As I heard the elevator door closing, my land line rang.

I snatched it and a soft voice said, "Trouble in paradise?"

I lost it. 

"Jesus Christ. Do you think I might be able to have one fucking moment when I'm not being observed like an animal in a cage? Can I not have at least that much?"

I slammed the phone back down and headed to where I kept my liquor. I retrieved a bottle of single malt and poured a hefty portion into a tumbler. I downed it, feeling the burn until it hit my stomach. I poured another and took a long sip.

I walked over and flopped on the couch. The phone rang again.

I debated about answering it, but finally picked it up.

"Sorry, Kyle. I really am."

I realized it was Dido.

"Me, too. I lost my cool."

"Kyle, I wasn't just sitting around spying. I just got in and noticed your lights on. I saw you and that pretty girl. At first I thought she was a friend and then I could tell you were arguing. I probably shouldn't have called."

I finished the scotch and went back for a refill.

"Nah, it's Ok, Dido. I just messed up and am pissed at myself."

"Wanna talk?"

"I don't even know you. But, right now I think it might help."

I gave her a recap of the argument.

"So that was Ferry. She is really cute. I get why you would not want to break up with her."

"Dido, this was our first so-called date. I don't know if there was anything to break up from. Although, I am pretty sure that now there never will be."

"Don't be too sure, Kyle. Let her cool down. I bet she really likes you and would be willing to give it another try."

"Why do you say she likes me?"

Dido giggled. "'Cause my mom likes you. She's real good about figuring people out. She says you're a nice guy." She laughed and added, "A nice guy with a great body and wicked cock."

We both laughed at that. "Is your mom home?"

"No, we went to a restaurant for dinner. She then was going to meet up with some friends. I didn't want to go, so I came home."

"I thought all the apartments were the same," I said. "Where do you sleep?"

"Mom bought two apartments and made one big one out of them. I have my own room and bath."

I did some mental calculations. Even with a cursory appraisal, Artemis spent a minor fortune on her apartments. I wondered what she did to have that sort of money.

"So, what's your mom do?"

After a long pause, Dido said, "Can't say, Kyle. Mom made it clear that sort of info is off limits."

"Ok. Tell me about what you're studying. Can you do that?"

"Sure, it's pretty boring. I'm majoring in French with a minor in politics."

We began talking, much like Artemis and I do. I learned she traveled a lot to the places her mother had been to. I assumed they did it together. 

"Are you going to study abroad?"

"Yeah, next semester I'll be in Paris. I get to live with a host family and take courses at the Sorbonne. You should come and visit."

"That would mean we'd have to meet in person. I thought that was against the rules."

"Shit, I forgot. That sucks. I bet we could have a lot of fun in Paris. Maybe mom might change her mind. She could come, too. She really knows Paris."

"And, she speaks French?"

"God, she's even better than I am and I'm pretty freaking good. I guess it's because of all the time she lived there when she was...Shit. Forget that."

I laughed. "Don't worry, Dido. I won't tell her you let a little secret out."

"Thanks, Kyle. See you are a nice guy."

We talked some more and I downed another scotch. I was definitely feeling the effects as the night wore on.

"So, I guess you don't feel like exercising tonight?"

"No, not really."

"Too bad. I like looking at your body—a lot."

"You must see your share of nice looking college guys."

"Not as many as you might think. I'm on the shy side."

"Are you a virgin?"

Laughing she said, "I'm not THAT SHY."

We both laughed.

"What could I do to entice you to let me see you?" Dido asked in a soft voice.

I thought about the young woman sitting in the dark across the way. I really wasn't up for any exercise, but I could strip and see what happened.

"I'd want to see you naked."

"God, Kyle, I just can't. I promised mom I would not let you know which apartment is ours. Sorry."

"Yeah, me, too. I guess I'll go to bed."

"Give me your cell number."

"What?"

"Kyle, just give me your number."

I recited my number.

"Expect a call," she said and hung up.

I got up and semi-staggered to my room to use the bathroom.

Lying on my bed afterwards, I felt my phone buzz.

I checked it to see I had a new text message.

I opened it and saw the text, "Here's a start."

I scrolled down and saw a photo of a naked breast. She had pulled her shirt open and exposed her left breast. It was not big, but had a lovely shape. Her areola was small and topped by an erect and dark nipple. 

I texted back. "Beautiful. More?"

"In living room," appeared on my screen.

I walked back down the hall and stood in front of the window.

"Strip"

I looked at my phone screen and then out into the darkness.

"Both tits," I wrote and hit Send.

In a few minutes I opened the new message. The selfie showed both breasts as Dido laid on her back. They were sweet.

I smiled and waved. I then stripped. I was at half-mast.

"Awesome!!"

"Glad u like it," I responded.

"stroke it"

I moved my free hand to my cock and soon had it hard and erect. I kept moving my hand slowly up and down.

I broke the rhythm and sent a message.

"what r u doing"

"same thing"

"show me"

I stood naked in the window and waited.

It took about five minutes before the buzz.

I opened the message and looked at a close up of a pussy with just a light trail of blond hair above the full and pink lips. A long finger, with a manicured nail, was touching the tip of a clit just escaping its hood.

My cock throbbed.

"wow" I wrote.

"cn u finish"

"i will if u will"

"deal" read her message.

"record it" I entered.

"k"

I put my phone down and cupped my balls as I pumped my erection. My arousal encompassed my entire body. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be attached to my cock. I pumped and remembered the pictures Dido had sent. Her small breasts and exposed pussy fought each other for prominence in my brain. I kept stroking.

I finally could not hold back any longer. My pelvis shot forward and I exploded sending ropes of liquid against the window. I kept moving my hand and coaxed several additional spurts. Knowing what Dido liked, I cleaned my fingers of my cum.

My dick was still hard when my phone buzzed.

I picked it up and quickly clicked on the video file attached.

Dido's legs were spread wide. She moved her finger along her slit and rubbed her clit. Slowly she inserted one long finger inside and moved it in and out. I could hear her moan. She fingered herself for a long time. Her hips lifted from the bed and her thighs twitched. The picture jumped around; no doubt the result of her being too excited to keep her other hand steady to record her arousal.

She added a second finger working in and out of her pussy lips. Her thumb now moved rapidly over her completely exposed erect clit. Her cries became louder.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum."

Dido slipped a third finger inside and then I could see her twitching. She closed her thighs, trapping her fingers inside while she continued to flick her clit. The picture shifted to a view of the covers on the bed. She must have dropped the phone. I heard her soft screams as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Finally, she lay still. The camera came back to focus on her naked lower body. Her thighs fell apart and she extracted her fingers. The picture moved so now I was looking directly at her still open pussy. The lips were wet and moisture covered the tops of her thighs. It was a site like none I had ever seen.

The video ended.

My phone buzzed.

"That was fucking intense," said Dido with a breathless intensity.

"Absolutely."

"You're still hard."

"Well, I did have some major visual stimulation."

"Glad I could inspire you."

"Dido, that was amazing erotica. You are pure sex."

"Now, I'm blushing. Kyle, I have never done anything like that. I need to trust you."

"No one will ever see it, unless you approve. I promise."

"Thank you," she said.

"Will you cum again for me and this time you record it?"

Just the thought of it made my cock jump.

"On two conditions," I said.

"What?"

"One, I have to lie down. I can't stand much longer. I want to go to my bed."

"Ok. It won't be as good as watching you, but I will get to watch the video over and over. What's the second thing?"

"I want a picture of you standing. You know a mirror selfie."

"I can't show my face. I promised mom."

"You don't have to. Just show me from your neck down. I want to see how you look standing up. Oh, and I want a shot of your back. I need to see what your butt looks like."

"God, this is so hot," she said. "I'll go to my bathroom and do it."

I went to my room and pulled down the covers on my bed. I played around with placing my phone on the bedside table. I wanted to be able to use both my hands. I found a good spot and angle. I looked at my hard cock on the screen.

My phone buzzed and I grabbed it. Opening the message I saw a picture of a naked woman showing from neck to mid-thigh. Dido's breasts looked bigger now that they were not flat against her chest. She had a narrow waist and the thin strip of blond hair led my eyes to her still swollen sex lips. I scrolled down to the second picture. Dido had a slender back and a round butt. Thank god she was not a three hundred pound witch.




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The phone buzzed.

"So?" she said.

"You're beautiful, Dido. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said, sounding like a little girl.

"You look tall."

"You mean freakish," she answered with a laugh.

"Not at all. I find it a turn on. Are you tall?"

"I'm almost six foot. Almost as tall as my mom."

After a quick pause, she said, "Shit. I should not have said that."

"It's ok. Again, our little secret."

"Cool."

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"More than you'll know."

I ended our call, switched over to the camera function and hit Record. I started off recording close-ups of my balls and cock. I moved the phone around to get every angle. I placed the phone on the spot I had picked on the table and checked to be sure I could see my erection.

Using two hands, I began working on my balls and staff. The fact that I just came minutes ago meant I could last a long time. I stroked, pulled, and tugged on my balls. I was making small noises as the pleasure built. I kept thinking about the video of Dido masturbating and picked up my pace. Finally, I was ready and said "I'm ready." I pumped a few times and soon began shooting all over my stomach and chest. It felt so good to achieve this relief.

I wiped my hands and texted the video to Dido.

It was more than a few minutes before I heard the land line ring. I picked up the handset.

'Nice show, mister."

Artemis' sexy voice caught me by surprise.

"Oops, is mommy going to be mad?"

She laughed, "I should be, but that was quite erotic."

I said it was for me, too.

"Kyle, Dido showed me the pictures she sent you. I am a little shocked, but I'm more concerned. I would never want those to get in the wrong hands."

"Artemis, I promise I will never, ever show them to anyone unless you told me it was ok. I will download them to my computer, put them in a password protected file and delete them from my phone. I don't back any pictures up to the cloud, so when I delete them, they will be gone from my phone. I would never do anything to embarrass or harm either one of you. Besides, you now have a video of me masturbating. You can hold that over me."

"Kyle, I would never do that to you."

I trusted her. I hoped she trusted me.

"So, I guess I just witnessed my first 'sexting'. I like it." Artemis laughed.

"Like it enough to do one yourself?"

The silence hung on the line for a while.

"I don't know," she finally said.

"How about you and Dido do a side by side like she did. You know in the mirror, no faces showing."

"I'm not sure," she said.

"Look, you've been watching me naked for months. I get that you don't want me to know who you are. I never tried to find out. But, this way I will have an image that I can use to get myself going."

"You never seem to have a problem getting going," she retorted.

"Well, I would love to see what your body looks like."

"Let me talk it over with Dido. I'll call you back."

I lay on my bed replaying the images Dido had sent while playing with myself. Even after two strong orgasms, I had an erection that begged for attention.

I was right at the edge when my cell buzzed.

I saw I had a text and almost came with the anticipation of what might be waiting.

Opening the text, my dreams came true.

Two women stood next to each other facing the mirror. Their heads could not be seen, but their bodies were wonderfully exposed. I recognized Dido on the left. A slightly taller body demanded my attention.

Artemis' breasts were larger and fuller than Dido's, but I would not describe them as big. Her areolas covered the entire tip of her breasts and were oval shaped. They showed pink in the picture. Her nipples were dark and extended at least a half inch. If Dido's were an A or small B cup, Artemis was a solid C.

I admired her long torso. Her stomach was toned and tight. Her hips were larger than Dido's and sexily flared out. She, too, was blond, but a darker shade than her daughter and had a wide and long rectangle of pubic hair compared to Dido's thin strip. Fortunately, each stopped the growth above their sex lips. Artemis had full lips, with a slight view of her inner lips extending into sight. I came as I looked at her pussy.

I scrolled down to find a rear view shot. I thought I was seeing double. Two, firm, round and toned butts appeared.

These were two of the most beautiful bodies I had ever seen. If the faces even came close to matching the bodies, this mother and daughter team would rate a twenty on a scale of ten.

The landline rung.

"So?" The low voice sent a shiver through me.

"Not wanting to be too gross, Artemis, I admit I came looking at you. You are amazingly beautiful. And, of course, I already knew Dido was as well. Thank you."

She giggled, "You're welcome. God, that was a rush taking those photos and then hitting send. I feel so naughty."

"Think sexy, not naughty."

I heard a full-throated laugh. "Kyle, I already know I'm sexy. But this made me feel like I'm right on the edge."

I had an instant insight into her. She was self-assured and confident. This was a woman who recognized her beauty. I wondered if somehow she used it in her life. Maybe she was an actress. That would make sense as to why she did not want to let me know who she is.

"Kyle, this has been fun. I think we may have opened another door that could lead us to even more fun. But, I'm tired. We're going to bed now."

"Ok, good night. Tell Dido I think she's fabulous. I am going to think about you both tonight."

"Ah, Kyle, you don't have to just think. You can look at us, too."

The line went dead.

I took her advice and looked at their pictures. After my fourth orgasm of the evening, I drifted off into a contented sleep.

I woke up the next morning, and transferred all the images from last night onto my laptop. I then, as promised, erased them from my cell. I played the video of Dido masturbating and this time enjoyed it on the 17" screen. I joined her virtual masturbation with my own in real time. I came hard into a wad of tissues.

Would I ever put faces with these incredible bodies? Would I ever know who they were? Little did I know that fate would intervene sooner than I'd expected.

To be continued...



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Thanksgiving turned out to be quite different from what I had imagined. My first date with Ferry started out great and ended in disaster. Only too late I realized she was probably planning to spend the night. I screwed that by not telling her about my exercise routine and then announcing how I jumped rope naked to everyone at the dinner table. Stupid move on my part.

The evening was saved somewhat, when both Dido and her mother sent me naked pictures of themselves. They were bodies from which dreams were made. And I did dream about them all night. In the morning, I relived those dreams sitting at my computer. Shutting down my laptop, I stretched and looked outside.

Having an unexpected day off on the Friday after Thanksgiving, I was enjoying the freedom of doing nothing. The weather was clear and the temps were in the mid-40s. I decided it was a perfect morning for a run. I pulled on clothes and took the elevator to the ground floor. Each wing of the apartment building had its own elevator. I stepped into the hallway and started toward the lobby. I stopped when I heard a voice.

"Mom, come on. The car is already here."

That voice! It was Dido.

I stopped behind one of the columns that bracketed the entrance to the lobby. I peeked around and saw the back of a tall, young blond tugging a rolling suitcase. My eyes shifted to a taller woman talking to the desk attendant.

She had short-cropped dark blond hair and was wearing a green cape with her legs wrapped in black leggings. She finished her conversation and reached down for another smaller rolling bag. As she turned to go toward the front door, I saw her face.

"I know that face," I thought as my heart pounded. "Where do I know her from?" I stared. She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

As the doorman held the door open an older woman entered.

She stopped and called out.

"Diana."

The two women air-kissed.

"Going somewhere," the older woman asked.

"Taking Fanny back to school. I should be gone a while. I have some business in the area I need to see to."

"So, it's not another jaunt for some fabulous photo shoot in Paris or something."

The laugh that always made my dick jump carried across the lobby.

"No, not this time. Take care, Marion. Our car's waiting."

"Have a good trip. Nice to see you again, too, Aphrodite."

They left.

"Diana? Photo shoot?"

I felt a gut punch.

"Jesus, that's Diana Xavier or Di X. She was a top model for years. On the cover of every major magazine, two-time SI swimsuit issue cover girl, spokesperson for the most expensive perfume in the world. Jesus, I've been flashing one of the most beautiful women in the world."

I abandoned my run and went back to the apartment.

I Googled Diana Xavier. Between Wikipedia and about a thousand other websites, I devoured every bit of info.

She began her modeling career at thirteen in Teen Vogue. Since then she's been at the top of everyone's A-list of models. She married a famous Greek movie director when she was barely 19 and had a daughter, Aphrodite, before she was 20. I did the calculations and knew that Diana was probably around 40. She and the director split and she never remarried. She kept a villa on an island in Greece, an apartment in France and was spotted in all the "in" places around the world. She seemed to have remained on good terms with her ex. There were many pictures of the three of them on holidays sailing in the Aegean Sea or shopping along the Champs Elysees. She was linked in the tabloids with movie stars, athletes and politicians, and with a couple playboy millionaires thrown in. She still worked and had morphed her career into being an owner and spokesperson for her own line of cosmetics and fashions geared to the middle-aged woman. By all accounts it was a smash success. Estimates put her net worth at over $26 million. She could have any man alive and she spent her time watching me whack off. 

I was still digging through the web when my cell buzzed.

"Hi, Kyle. It's Dido."

"Hi. What's up?"

"Just wanted to say good-bye. I'm heading back to school. I won't be home until the semester is over."

"Ok. What school is that?"

She laughed, sounding exactly like her mom. "Nice try, dickhead. Anyway, I wanted to say thanks. It was a fun time."

"Well, I enjoyed it too. And, just to let you know, I've already deleted everything from my phone and have it securely hidden on my laptop."

"Did you look at them again?"

My voice caught in my throat as I answered, "What do you think?"

"Oh, I'd say definitely."

"Guilty as charged."

"And...?"

"I masturbated. Came really hard."

"Just what I wanted to hear," she said with a soft laugh.

"Which pictures turn you on more? Mom or me?" she asked. I could hear her mother reprimanding her in the background.

"Both and equally so," I said truthfully. "I think I have the privilege of seeing the two most sexy and beautiful women around."

"That's sweet, Kyle. Hey, I have to say bye, 'cause mom wants to talk. Can't wait to catch up in December."

"Ok. And, Dido?"

"Yeah?"

"You could always send me more pictures."

"Right. You could do so, too."

"Yeah. Bye."

I heard rustling and then Artemis was talking to me.

"Just wanted to let you know that I'll be gone for a bit."

"Sorry to hear that. I'll miss you."

Artemis sighed, "I'll miss you, too. It's funny how close we've grown together. At least, that's how I feel. I didn't mean to speak for you."

"No, I absolutely feel the same way. You're like my best friend right now."

"Better than Ferry?"

"God, I'm not sure she will even speak to me again. But, yeah, I really like being able to talk with you."

"Maybe, I could call you while I'm gone. Would you mind if I called you on your cell now that I have the number."

"No, feel free. I guess you'll probably block your number."

She hesitated before answering. "For now, yes, I will. Sorry, Kyle."

"It's ok. As long as I hear from you, it's cool. Hey, I'll put the number in my contacts as Artemis, so when you call I'll know who it is."

"Maybe, I could make up for it by sending a picture now and then. You know, no faces, but other things you might enjoy."

"Thanks, Artemis. Now I'm as hard as a rock."

She laughed. "I take that as a yes."

"Definitely a yes. Send me anything. So, where are you going?"

"Ooh, you are trying to be clever. Let's say I am dropping Dido at college, visiting with friends and then taking care of some business. I might not be back for about a month. Dido and I will probably be getting back to the city around the same time."

I could already feel the pain of being separated from our nightly pastimes.

"I'm going to miss you."

"Me, too."

"Artemis, would you do me a favor and think about something?"

"Ok, what?"

"When you and Dido get back, could we meet? I would love to go out to dinner with you, actually with both of you."

A long pause began to make me feel I've crossed the line.

"Kyle, it's not because I—make that we—don't like you. But, I'm not sure I'm ready to expose myself—excuse the horrible pun—to you yet. Let me think about it, though."

"Ok. As long as you think about it, I'll be happy."

We talked a little longer and then ended the call.

I went back to Google and with a bit of work discovered Dido, or Aphrodite, was attending school around Boston. Fanny is a nickname for Aphrodite. I also discovered that Diana's firm used an ad agency from there. 

I sat back feeling proud of my detective work.

Suddenly, I remembered my pledge to both women that I would protect their intimate pictures and not try to discover their identity. Was I violating the spirit of that promise by digging into their private lives? Diana was strong in her desire to protect her identity. I made a decision to do no more searching and to let events play out as Diana wanted. I also told myself to only think of her as Artemis.

I spent the rest of the day doing some recreational reading and relaxing. Saturday morning I rose early and dreaded seeing Ferry in a short time. Would she still be pissed at me? I guess I was going to find out.

I arrived before her and started in on the pile of work that our legal assistant had left in our in box.

Ferry appeared right at 9 am. She dumped her purse on the floor and draped her down coat on the chair in the corner. 

"Morning," I said.

Looking at a file on her work area, she quietly said, "Morning."

No more. I figured the frosty temperature outside had now penetrated our cubicle.

We worked hard all day. I took a quick break at 2 to grab a sandwich. I brought a bagel and water back to Ferry.

She never looked up and said, "Thanks." She didn't touch the food.

At 6 o'clock Martin came by to say we could go home. Well, he said we could leave as soon as we finished what we were working on. Fortunately, we had just wrapped up the memo to the partner whose case we were supporting.

On the sidewalk, I asked Ferry if she wanted to get a drink or something to eat.

"No, thanks."

"Look, Ferry..."

She turned on me, her eyes ablaze.

"Don't fucking 'Look, Ferry' me. I'm pissed. Get it? Pissed."

I nodded.

"Good. Now just leave me alone. We have to work together for a couple more months. Let's just get through it."

I decided to not push it. I said good-night and we went our separate ways.

After a dinner of hot dogs and scotch, I crawled into bed. 

My cell phone woke me. Before answering I saw it was almost 10 am.

"Speak," I said, my voice sounding husky.

"Oh, I woke you."

A clear voice with perfect diction filled my ear.

"S'ok Tiffany. What's up?"

"Just calling to say hell-o and to ask if you want to come down for lunch of leftovers."

"Sounds great. What time and what can I bring?"

"Around noon and I think we have everything covered. Except..."

"Yeah?"

After a pause, she added, "Bring your jump rope."

We enjoyed a meal of turkey sandwiches piled with lots of meat, stuffing, cranberry sauce and mayonnaise. There was enough pie remaining to have some for dessert.

We were relaxing in the living room. Tiffany asked if Brittany would give her a hand. They headed to the small extra room. In a few seconds they were coming back holding a mat and each had a rope looped over her arm.

"We followed your lead and got a mat from downstairs. Can you help us get it set up?"

I helped them rearrange their furniture and placed the mat closer to the window than it would be in my apartment. I didn't think they would probably face the same challenge I did.

"So, what'd you say?" asked Tiffany. "Can you show us a routine?"

Laughing I said I imagine they knew how to jump rope.

"Well, I haven't done it since I was a little girl and mostly it was rhyme skipping, you know two girls turning the rope and one or two of us skipping and calling out a rhyme. I never did it alone."

Brittany confessed to being a total klutz and doubted she could jump without killing herself. 

"Maybe I could learn Tai Chi," she offered.

"Well, let's start off easy," I said.

We arranged the mat and I pulled off my shoes and socks.

"That's all," teased Tiffany.

I smiled and took my rope. I started with some easy running in place jumps. Wearing jeans and a sweater was an unusual sensation and I stumbled a couple times. I also worked up a sweat too quickly.

I stopped and asked if they would mind if I got more comfortable.

"Not at all," said Tiffany with a smile.

I pulled off my sweater and stood now in just a tee shirt on top. Tiffany joined me. She had pulled off her sweater and was now wearing yoga pants and a red sports bra. Her magnificent breasts strained the fabric of the bra. Brittany sat and watched.

We jumped together for a bit. Tiffany's breasts moved up and down and became a major distraction. She smiled as she knew the effect she was having. After five minutes we took a break. Sweat was covering her brow and the start of her cleavage peeking out of her bra.

As Tiffany took a breather, I started skipping. Once again, my jeans constricted my movements and I felt clumsy.

"This isn't working," I admitted. "I'll go upstairs and change into shorts."

"Or," said Tiffany, "you could just lose the jeans."

I looked at her and then Brittany.

"That might work," I said with a smile. "But, I wouldn't want to gross you out."

"Oh, I think we can handle it," said Tiffany.

I undid my jeans and slid them to the floor. I also pulled my tee shirt over my head. I thought if you want a show, I'll give you a show.

"Very nice, Kyle," said Tiffany. "You're a lot more buff than I thought."

I grinned and picked up my rope. I felt much freer and began slowly. Soon, I was working at a fast pace. I was beginning to sweat heavily. Tiffany and Brittany were just watching now.

I took a breather.

"Are they silk," asked Brittany as she touched the fabric of my boxers.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "One of my few indulgences."

"They're nice," said Tiffany. "But aren't you afraid you'll ruin them by getting them all sweaty?"

I looked at the two women. They smiled and looked directly at me.

"They might get a little funky," I said. "What should I do?"

"Simplest solution is usually the best," answered Tiffany.

"Usually," I said.

"Almost always," said Brittany.

I handed Tiffany my rope and slowly eased my boxers off. I felt a rush as I exposed myself to the attractive women standing next to me. The rush was the same as when I showed myself to Artemis and Dido.

"Very nice, Kyle," said Tiffany.

"Well," said Brittany, "definitely manly."

I laughed and took my rope and started jumping. I experienced an adrenaline rush as my dick bounced in rhythm with my skipping. Soon, the endorphins kicked in and I was flying.

The women watched.

After ten minutes of steady jumping, I slowed and finally stopped. Breathing hard, I asked if I could have some water.

Brittany went to the kitchen and brought me a tall glass. I drank it. Tiffany disappeared and returned with a towel.

"You're comfortable being naked, aren't you?" asked Tiffany.

I shrugged.

"I think you like it," said Brittany.

I smiled. "Yes. Does that freak you out?"

"What? Looking at you naked or that you like showing yourself to us?"

"Either. Both."

Tiffany walked behind me. She wiped my back with the towel. She moved the terry over my buns and squeezed them. Moving the towel aside, she let her fingers trace the shape of my butt.

"Kyle," she said, "we make no secret that Brit and I are lovers. But, I also have been with men."

Her hand traced the muscles in my back and shoulders.

"In fact, I was engaged when I met Brit. I had a couple flings with girls in college, but nothing serious. Then I saw Brittany walk into the station. I never saw anything so beautiful in my life. We were hired the same day and started on the morning cast the following week."

Tiffany walked around in front of me and dried my chest.

She ran her bare hand over my pecs and down each arm.

"Within a week, I was no longer engaged and we became lovers. I don't mind saying it was the best sex I've ever had. It still is." Tiffany turned and air kissed Brittany.

Using the towel, Tiffany dried my lower legs as she knelt in front of me.

"We plan to be married," she said as her towel-covered hand cleared perspiration from my dick and balls.

"Congratulations," I said and drank some more water to clear my dry throat.

"You have a nice cock, Kyle," said Tiffany as she continued to kneel. She ran her hand up and down my bare shaft.

"Tiffany, what are you doing?"

She looked up at me and smiled.

"Working up to make you a proposition. I want to let you know I am not afraid of a man or a man's cock."

I had thickened and was at half-mast.

Tiffany ran her fingernails along my balls. I became erect.

She stood and Brittany came beside her.

"Kyle, we would like you to perform our wedding. We plan to get married just before Christmas. We both have time off in January and will take our honeymoon then."

"I would be honored. I just have to get my justice of the peace license. That can be done quickly. But, you didn't have to play with my junk to get me to agree to perform your wedding. Not, that I'm complaining."

"Thank you." Tiffany ran her hand up and down my hard shaft. "I know. But, I find your erection quite enticing, Kyle."

"I find your touch enticing," I added.

"You see, Kyle, the other thing is that we want a child."

"Yes," said Brittany. "We want a child soon."

"So, we were wondering if you would be the father," said Tiffany as she tightened her hand around my shaft.

My balls shrunk.

"Me?"

"Yeah," said Tiffany as she continued to stroke me.

"Why?"

"For lots of reasons," said Brittany. "First, we both like you. When we first heard the racquet you were making, we thought you were probably some asshole. But, you immediately understood and changed your workout so it wouldn't bother us. That was very nice.

"Then we got to know you. Obviously, you are very smart and ambitious. Good qualities for a father."

Tiffany had moved behind me and pushing her breasts into my back continued to play with my erection.

"And, you are knock-dead handsome," breathed Tiffany into my ear.

"So, nice, smart, handsome," said Brittany. "Sounds like a deep gene pool."

"Now, I've confirmed that you have the bonus that makes me happy," Tiffany cooed as she squeezed my erection.

"So, will you consider it?" asked Brittany.

"You're sure? You could go to a sperm bank and pick the qualities you're looking for."

"That's a crap shoot, Kyle," said Brittany. "Too many chances for screw-ups. We want to go with a sure thing. We really like you and you have everything we're looking for. You're what we want."

"So, I guess we'd still have to use something like a bank. I mean I would, what's the term, make a deposit and then they would inseminate you."

"No," said Tiffany, as she ran her finger along the tender under part of my shaft.

"We don't want that. We want you to make the deposit in me. Let's cut out the middleman."

"What?" I cried.

"Think about it, Kyle," said Brittany. "Our child would be conceived like children have since time began. We don't want our baby to be some sort of clinical procedure. We want conception to come from the natural way."

"Wow. I need to think about this. And, Tiffany, I cannot think about a fucking thing with you touching me."

Laughing she released me. "I just want you to have a taste of what it could be like."

I felt her moving behind me. She came around to face me. I stared. She had pulled off her sports bra. Her naked breasts defied gravity as they stood out from her chest. The large round mounds moved up and down with her breathing. I saw her nipples, a deep pink, had hardened.

She leaned in, pulled my hands to her breasts and kissed me.

My erection banged against her stomach.

"It wouldn't be a hardship to have sex with me, Kyle," she said.

"Definitely not," I thought.

"So, will you think about it?" asked Brittany.

I pulled away from Tiff.

"I really need to consider it," I said. "It's certainly something I never thought about. I don't know how I would feel about being a father, even a surrogate father. I just need to think."

"We understand," said Brittany. "But, we know you would be perfect."

"Do you want me to finish you," Tiffany asked. "I wouldn't mind giving you a BJ."

The thought of her pretty mouth on my cock sent a shiver up my spine. A thought flashed through my brain. How many men in the metropolitan area fantasized about getting a blow job from Tiffany as they watched her every morning?

"As tempting as that is," I said, "I'm going to pass until I sort this out."

She nodded. Tiffany bent and picked up my boxers. Kneeling, she placed a tender kiss on the tip of my erection. In reaction, I pushed forward, parting her lips. She licked my head.




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"The offer is still open," she said and sucked me into her mouth while her tongue toyed with my shaft.

Calling on all my strength I stepped back. She handed me my boxers, I pulled them on and then finished dressing.

"I feel bad having you go away in this condition," Tiffany said running her hand along the outside of my tented jeans.

"Hey, I'm single. I'm used to dealing with this situation."

We all laughed. Each woman kissed me and we said good-night.

Within five minutes of being my apartment, I was in bed stroking hard. The orgasm was massive and accompanied by the vision of Tiff's beautiful breasts.

I spent the rest of the day sitting naked at my laptop researching paternity issues. Well, I also found time to review the pictures and video Dido and Artemis sent me. As darkness chased the light away I found myself missing them and my evening rendezvous before the window.

My thoughts slowly returned to Ferry. I wondered how it would be when the two of us saw each other again. Ferry, Artemis, Dido, Tiffany and even Brittany fought for attention in my imagination. Obviously, I was a confused man.

*** 

Monday in the office was less tense. Ferry seemed to have lost her angry edge. She was not back to her easy and warm self, but I no longer felt that daggers were piercing me every time she looked in my direction.

Around 3 we were at a point where lunch was possible.

Grabbing a couple sandwiches and cold drinks, we returned to our cubby.

"Nice job on that contract," I said. "Finding that reverter clause on the old deed is a home run. If we missed that, the whole deal could have fallen apart."

"Thanks," Ferry said.

"We're a good team, Ferry."

"In the office," she replied and tossed her trash.

"Can we talk about it?"

"Isn't the woman supposed to be the one to say we need to talk?"

"Usually, but I want to see if we can get past where we are." I looked at Ferry, who continued to avoid my gaze.

"We have a lot more work, Kyle."

"Let's finish and then we can have dinner tonight."

"I don't know..."

"Ferry, I really like you. I'm attracted to you. I think we could develop something between us. Let's not just dump it."

Slowly she met my eyes. 

"Ok, dinner and we talk. No promises, Kyle, I am just agreeing to talk."

"Deal," I extended my hand. Ferry smiled and shook it.

We cleared up our assignments by 7 and walked outside. The temperature had dropped and the wind had picked up. 

"Let's go to the Thai place around the corner," I suggested. "At least we won't freeze our asses off getting there."

In ten minutes we were seated at a quiet table in the back of the restaurant and were waiting for our beers to arrive.

"What a bitch of a day," Ferry said as she took her first sip.

"Couldn't put it better myself," I replied, "except as a man I can't use the word 'bitch' without being accused of using sexist language."

"That's bullshit," Ferry said with a smile, "we all call Martin a prick."

"True, true," I agreed and drank some beer.

We placed our orders and sat in silence, neither one of us wanting to begin the discussion we both knew was ahead.

"Ok, I'll go first," I said.

She nodded.

"Ferry, I apologize for maybe embarrassing you on Thanksgiving."

"Kyle, you did embarrass me, but that's not what pissed me off."

"What, then?"

She fidgeted in the booth, sipped some beer and looked around the restaurant.

Turning back to me she said, "I felt like I didn't know you. Like you had some secret life that you were hiding from me."

I tried to keep my expressions neutral. If you only knew, I thought to myself.

"Kyle, you seemed, I don't know, excited talking about exercising naked. And, then you acted like it would be no big deal if those women saw you naked. That's what really pissed me off. I felt like maybe we were heading in a special direction."

"I hoped we were," I said softly.

Our waitress arrived with our dinners. We stopped talking and began eating.

After a couple bites, Ferry put down her fork.

"Do you, Kyle? Do you want something special to happen between us?"

I swallowed and looked at her. I was again struck by how pretty Ferry is. 

"Yes. Yes, I do. I want you very much, Ferry."

Ferry signaled to our waitress.

"Could you wrap all this up to go and bring our check, please?"

The waitress looked surprised since neither plate was hardly touched. She took them away and quickly returned with a bag and the check. 

I paid and had to rush to keep up with Ferry.

She had hailed a cab by the time I exited the restaurant. I piled in after her and heard her give the driver her address.

She slipped her hand in mine and smiled.

The taxi pulled over in front of an old brownstone. I paid him and Ferry led me down a flight of stairs and underneath the stone steps leading to the ground floor. She unlocked the door and pulled me inside.

Turning on the light revealed a small studio apartment. To the left was an efficiency kitchen and table with two chairs. To the right was a seating area with three bean bag chairs, a small flatscreen TV and piles of books scattered about. Against the back wall was a double bed bracketed by two night stands. I saw two doors next to the bed assumed one must be a bathroom and the other a closet.

The room was clean, but obviously Ferry had not tidied up today. There were a pair of pink panties and a black tee shirt on the floor next to the bed. The sink held some dirty dishes and days' worth of newspapers were on the table and by the chairs.

"Why don't you use the bathroom," she said, "It's the door on the right."

I was about to tell her I didn't have to go when it dawned on me she probably wanted to do a quick sweep of the mess.

I hung my winter coat on the peg behind the front door and crossed to enter the bathroom. Since I was there, I used the toilet and washed my hands and face. I brushed my teeth with my finger. I took a couple minutes to examine all the things Ferry used to make her bathroom her own.

"Can I come out now?" I yelled through the door.

"Just a sec," she said.

I waited.

The door opened and Ferry stood in front of me dressed in a short silk robe.

"Ah, you've been busy."

"Tidying up a bit," she said.

"Love your housecleaning outfit."

Ferry blushed and said she needed to use the bathroom.

"Make yourself comfortable. There's beer in the fridge."

We exchanged places and she closed the door behind her. In a second she opened it.

"Uh, don't make yourself too comfortable. Clothes-wise that is."

She must have noticed the disappointment on my face.

"I want to do that, Kyle."

I smiled as she closed the door.

I was reading the front page of the morning paper when she reappeared.

"Hungry? I can nuke our leftovers."

"Ferry, I'm much more interested in you making me more comfortable."

Grinning, she stood in front of me and pulled my sports coat off.

Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it free. She tugged my tee shirt off and touched my bare skin.

"You have a nice body, Kyle."

"There's more," I answered.

I pulled her to me and we kissed. Our previous kisses were a little tentative and tender.

She crushed her mouth against mine and our lips seared each other. I slipped my hands on her butt and felt the tight package underneath the soft satin of the robe.

I ran my hands up her back and around to her front. I cupped her breasts, sensing she still wore a bra. As I squeezed each breast, her tongue plunged into my mouth.

We kissed passionately for a long time, our bodies rubbing against each other. My erection chafed against the inside of my pants as she ground into it.

I moved my hands from her chest and pulled the knot free on her robe. It fell open and I guided it off her shoulders. We parted long enough to allow it to float to the floor. My hands ran over the combination of bare skin and soft underwear. Everywhere I touched opened a new sensation.

Ferry tilted her head up and we kissed, our bodies tight against each other. My hands found the clasp on her bra. With the tension loosened, the material fell down her arms. Stepping back, I let the light garment fall free. I looked at her small and proud breasts. Tiny areolas and nipples standing erect caused a moan to escape my lips. 

"Beautiful," I said.

"Thank you," Ferry replied with a smile. She knelt and unbuckled my belt. Opening my pants and easing down the zipper exposed my erection pushing against the silk boxers I wore.

Ferry eased my pants down and freed my feet from shoes and socks. Leaning in she kissed my erection through the silk, leaving a dark mark on the light blue material.

She eased the waistband past my tip and in a second, I stood naked in front of her. Running her fingers along my shaft, Ferry tipped the head to her lips and breathed across it. Her warm breath sent cool shivers up my spine. She licked me from top to the base and sucked a ball gently.

My arousal made me dizzy. I bent and pulled her up. I hoisted her into my arms and walked to the bed. Balancing her with one arm, I yanked the covers off and eased her onto the bed.

I quickly rid her of her black panties. Ferry had a wide strip whose edge met a vibrant tattoo. I stared and then laughed.

"Oh, god, you're laughing at me."

"What is that?"

"A dwarf."

"One of the seven?"

She nodded. I bent to look closer. The dwarf wore a wide grin and arched his back. His middle extended toward the thick, black patch. It was then I noticed that her pubic hair was shielding a large erection on the dwarf.

"Which one is he?"

"Happy."

I howled. "Yeah, I can see that now."

"Oh, how I wish I could undo that decision," Ferry sighed.

"What made you do it?"

"One word," she said.

I waited.

Grinning, she said, "Tequila."

We both burst out laughing, until I had to hold my sides.

When I could breathe again, I said, "Well, I guess that's better than Grumpy."

"Oh, I'd say that'd be appropriate once a month."

It took me a second, but then I got the joke. We both lost it again.

Finally settling down, I kissed Ferry. "I'm sure there is a great story to go with this little fella, but I am more interested in picking up where I was just a minute ago."

I gently spread her legs and crawled between them. I bent over her and kissed one taut nipple. Ferry squirmed under my attention. I fondled her other breast and then switched mouth and hand.

Ferry was pushing her chest toward my face. I let more of my weight rest on her until my erection lay along her damp pussy.

Slowly I broke away from her breasts and kissed my way toward 'Happy'.

The closer I neared my target, the stronger was the exotic scent. I nuzzled her soft, dark hair and let my lips settle on the damp spot between her thighs. 

Using the tip of my tongue I gently licked the length of her slit.

"Oh, that's nice," she sighed.

I spread her lips and inserted my tongue as deeply as I could. I worked in and out and ran it up and around her clit. Ferry pushed her crotch hard against my face. I spent a long time on her clit and when I sensed she was peaking, I softly bit down.

Ferry grabbed my hair and pulled me tight against her. Groaning she clamped her thighs around my head and let her orgasm roll over both of us.

I moved my face to rest on her tummy.

"That was awesome. Now, I want you inside me."

A sense of panic swept over me.

"Uh, Ferry, you know I was not expecting this."

"Yeah, but it's a nice surprise, right?"

"A great surprise. You are so beautiful and I want nothing more than to make love to you."

"I sense a 'but' coming," she said.

"I didn't bring any protection with me,' I told her.

She looked at me and then grinned.

"What?" I asked.

"The asshole didn't take everything with him."

Ferry bounced over to the nightstand and pulled a package of condoms out of the drawer.

"Thank god for the asshole," I said "Maybe he wasn't all bad." I ripped open the foil package.

"I wouldn't go that far," said Ferry, but the look on her face said she was happy as I unrolled the condom.

Ferry guided me onto my back.

She climbed on top and ground her pussy against my erection. Bending she kissed me and lifted her hips. I reached down and aligned my tip with her opening.

She eased herself down and slowly took me inside.

Sitting up, Ferry looked at me. "I've waiting for this for a long time."

"Me, too."

"Your dick is big, Kyle. I like how it fills me. Let's fuck," she said and starting moving up and down.

We soon found a rhythm that worked for both of us. I used my thumb on her clit. She grunted with each thrust as she steadied herself by supporting her weight by extending her arms and placed her hands on my thighs.

Even with the condom, I felt her smooth insides. I lifted my hips to thrust deeper as she bore down on me. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return and let Ferry know.

"I'm real close," she panted. "Can you hold on a little bit longer?"

I used all my strength to delay the inevitable. Ferry leaned forward and pushed hard.

"Now," she cried.

I pumped hard and deep and within seconds we each discovered the sweet release we were working so hard to achieve.

Ferry kept moving through her orgasm and then collapsed onto my chest. I was still inside her and had not gone completely soft.

"I'm impressed that there is still life in that very attractive cock, but I need a rest," she said and slid off and snuggled next to me. Ferry rested her head on my chest and within a minute I heard her steady breathing. I pulled the covers over us.

With her in my arms, I thought about what just happened. I know I wanted to have sex with Ferry, but I'm surprised at how quickly we moved from hardly talking to enjoying each other in bed. I ran my hand over her naked flesh. Ferry looked great without clothes. She has a tight and toned body. Her small breasts are perfectly proportional and her butt is the stuff of dreams. I chuckled as I recalled the horny dwarf hanging around her pussy. I closed my eyes and thought that life was going really well.

That first night of passion was one of many. 

We seemed to usually end up at Ferry's apartment. Our lovemaking stayed within fairly conventional bounds. Ferry was more comfortable relying on usual positions and comfortable places.

In the office, we remained focused on business. The most we ever ventured were small touches and caresses as we worked closely together. 

One Saturday after a late night at the office and a later dinner, I took Ferry back to my apartment. We made love in my bed. After we were finished, I got up and went to the kitchen to get some bottled water for us. As I turned from the refrigerator, I saw Ferry behind me. She had pulled on one of my shirts and carried my silk boxers.

"What are they for?" I asked eyeing the boxers.

"I don't think you should be walking around naked," she replied.

"Why not? I certainly don't think we have anything to hide from each other."

"Well, I just think it's sorta gross to be running around nude."

"Ferry, I'm nude in your apartment."

"It's different."

"How?"

"Well, I just have one room, with just one window and this is a whole apartment. It just feels odd to walking around here, like in the kitchen, without clothes."

"I do it all the time."

"God, I hope you keep the drapes closed," she said. "You wouldn't want anyone to see you like that."

"If you only knew," I thought.

"Let's go back to bed," I said and tossed my boxers on a stool.

We made love again and fell asleep.

Ferry had to meet a cousin who was visiting in town. She was up early, showered and fixing her make-up while I lounged in bed.

"Staying there all day?" she teased.

"Maybe. I think I just might stay here until you come back and I can ravage you."

She smiled and worked on her eyeliner.

"I think you should get up and dressed."

"I may get up, but am definitely not getting dressed."

"Kyle, you can't spend all day naked."

"Why not?"

"It doesn't seem right, that's all."

Ferry finished getting ready and gave me an air kiss to avoid messing her freshly painted face.

"Talk to you later," she said slinging her leather bag over her shoulder.

"Not see you later?"

"I don't know how long my visit will take. I also need to clean my place, do laundry and other things. So, I'll call you and we'll see."

I waved and she left.

I grabbed my tablet and viewed the pictures from Artemis and Dido I had downloaded on it. 

I enjoyed a long, slow masturbation watching them.

As I was cleaning up in the shower, I wondered what Ferry would think of the exhibitionist relationship I had with the mother and daughter. I was pretty sure the answer would be that she would not think highly of it. In fact, I bet she would be scandalized. 

I dried myself and walked naked into the living room. I sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. I half-heartedly watched a football game, but my mind was on Ferry and how our relationship was developing.

She is truly beautiful and I enjoy sex with her. In the beginning I imagined that she could be the one. As I got to know her, however, it was becoming clear she would not understand the thrill of exhibitionism. I was still exploring that side of me and didn't understand exactly why it excited me as much as it did. The only hard fact was it did excite me—a lot.

Having sex with Ferry was fantastic, but I missed the excitement of my nightly rendezvous with Artemis. I stroked my dick until it stood straight up and then grabbed my phone and took a selfie looking down my naked body stretched out on the couch. I sent it to Artemis and Dido with the simple message, miss u both.

A minute later I received a reply from Dido. "miss u 2". The text was accompanied by a shot of her breast exposed as she lifted her hoodie. 

"Yeah," I thought, "Ferry would definitely not get this."

Ferry called later and said she was going to stay home. We'd see each other at the office.

The next week at work was basically hell.

Martin was all over us, pushing for a major background report on a company our client was trying to acquire. Ferry and I were putting in 12 hour days and Martin was calling us on the hour to see what new info we had found and to curse our lack of progress. He wanted our memo and wanted it now.

On Thursday, I needed something to eat and the café had nothing left. It was after four and I hadn't had a bite all day.

"I'm going to run to the deli and get something. What can I get you?"

Ferry asked for a Greek salad while I was already salivating over the thought of a hot pastrami on rye with spicy mustard.

I called in the order on my cell and then handed it to Ferry. 

"Martin's been calling us on my phone. You better keep it. If he calls tell him I'm in the library and give him an update. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

Ferry nodded. I had unlocked the phone and disabled the feature that re-locked after a minute of non-use.

"Thanks, but hurry, Kyle. If Martin finds out you left, he'll have our balls."

"Yeah, that would be bad. Worse for me, come to think of it."

"Absolutely," she said with a sly smile, "after all they belong to me." She reached out and cupped my balls. For her it was a major and rare display of public affection. For me, it reminded me how much I'd like to get laid.

It took me almost twenty minutes because of lines at the deli, but I burst into our cubicle holding the bag like I'd just won a gold medal.

"Food is at hand," I proclaimed.

Ferry stared at me. It was not a friendly stare.

"What's the matter?"

She looked at my phone. "You got a message."

"Shit. Martin called?"

Shaking her head, she said. "I thought it was Martin so I clicked on it. It wasn't 'til I opened it that I saw it wasn't from Martin. It definitely was not from Martin."




Room w View Ch. 03



I grabbed the phone and saw the text. It was from Artemis.

My heart fell into my stomach. I opened it. "miss u so bad. B home soon" I scrolled down to see a picture of her blond pussy and two fingers deep inside her vagina.

"Ferry..."

"What the fuck, Kyle? I mean, what the fuck?"

I saw the tears in the corner of her eyes. I knew her last boyfriend cheated on her and she took it badly. I wanted to explain that this was not the same.

"Ferry, let me explain. I am not cheating on you."

"Oh, what some random woman sends you a selfie while fucking herself and I'm supposed to think what? Wrong fucking number? Don't think so, Kyle."

"No, Ferry, I know who sent this. It's just that she and I are not involved."

"Really!" Ferry snorted and shook her head.

"Yeah, really," I answered a little too aggressively.

"Well, how do you explain sending a picture of your hard cock to someone and getting a picture of her tit in return?"

"Fuck," I screamed to myself. I forgot to erase Dido's exchange from my phone.

"That is also not what it seems," I pleaded.

"Well, I guess I am too fucking stupid to understand life, because when a guy is sharing naked pictures with two women, I just naturally think there is definitely something going on."

I wanted to explain everything. I was organizing my thoughts when my phone buzzed. 

I jumped. Don't let this be one of the girls I prayed.

It was Martin. I opened the text. It was simple and direct. "i'm fucking waiting"

"Ferry, this is Martin. We have to finish this report and get it to him. I want to tell you everything, but we have to get him this info now. Can we talk later?"

"Fuck you, Kyle."

She turned and began pounding her keyboard.

Knowing pushing it now would only make things worse. We worked for three hours straight. Ignoring several additional nasty texts from Martin, I finally texted him that the report would be there in a half-hour.

My phone buzzed.

"15 mins or ur fucking finished"

Ferry and I completed the memo and emailed it to Martin in about twenty minutes. We sat waiting for a reply and not talking to each other.

A half-hour later, my phone buzzed with a call.

"Pretty fucking amazing, Anders. You and Ferry did good. Take the rest of the night off."

He hung up before I could say anything. I figured I probably would not have pointed out that the night was more than half over by now.

I informed Ferry and suggested we get a drink.

She didn't answer.

"Ferry, we have to talk."

"Kyle, I don't 'have' to do anything with you. I don't even know who you are."

"Ferry, please, let me explain."

"I can't imagine how you can explain what I saw on your phone."

"At least let me try. We have something good together."

"I don't know what we have, Kyle. But, I'll give you one drink."

She pulled on her coat, hefted her bag and stormed out of our cubicle.

Sitting in a booth at the back of the bar, I told Ferry about how I first encountered Artemis.

"You mean you purposely let her see you nude?"

I nodded and added, "Well, it was only after she had first seen me without my knowledge."

"I find that quite strange, Kyle."

"Ferry, I guess I'm finding I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

"A bit!" she sniffed.

"It's exciting. And, she likes watching. So, I guess we each are touching something elemental in each other."

"I bet you're touching something. Kyle, be honest with me. Have you two been fucking?"

I vigorously shook my head.

"We've never met. She won't even tell me her real name."

I knew I was holding back on Ferry. For some reason I did not explain how I came to know who she was.

"But you talk with each other?"

"Sometimes, yes." Again I failed to explain how much we talked and how we had developed a close relationship via our conversations.

Ferry was quiet and I imagined considering everything I'd said.

"What about the pictures?"

"We started sexting each other, almost as a joke. Now, it's just a game."

"I still think this is bordering on sick," Ferry said looking past me into the bar. "But, there's another thing."

I raised my eyebrows.

"There was another picture of a tit from someone called Dido. Who's that?"

I took a deep breath. I feared this would be the turning point. After hearing what I was about to tell her, Ferry could write me off forever.

"It's her daughter."

She stared at me, her mouth open.

"Her daughter?"

I nodded.

"That is so sick. So, so sick."

"Ferry, her daughter is in her twenties. Her mother knows about it. Dido, that's the daughter, likes to watch, too."

Ferry sat across from me with her head in her hands. She swayed back and forth in the booth.

"I'm completely freaked. I thought I knew you and now to hear all this. God, Kyle, it's like finding my dickhead asshole of a boyfriend fucking someone else in our bed. I thought I knew him, too. Kyle, you helped me through a rough spot. I mean I came to you a drunken mess and you..."

Ferry stopped and looked at me, horror taking control of her face.

"That night—in your apartment. After you put me to sleep on the couch. You came in and when I woke up you said you were just closing the drapes. Oh god, Kyle, tell me this bitch was not watching us. Tell me she didn't see you take off my clothes. Please, tell me that didn't happen."

My silence was the answer Ferry dreaded.

"You fucker!" she cried out loud enough to turn heads in the bar. "You fucking creep."

Ferry pulled her coat on and stormed toward the door. I dropped money on the table and followed her out.

"Do not touch me," she screamed as I took her arm. 

"Ferry, it's not like you think."

"Oh, yes it is," she said. "It is exactly like I think. You are a pervert. You used me to show off to your pervert girlfriend, or whatever the fuck she is. God, to think I trusted you. Jesus, I slept with you. I took you into my bed. What a complete idiot I am."

She took in a deep breath and the tears started flowing down her cheek.

"I fell in love with you. Are you happy now? That's right, I love you. You and your sicko friend can have a good laugh over that. Little mid-west girl gets fucked over by big city asshole. Yeah, have a great fucking laugh."

"Ferry, please, try to understand..."

"Fuck you, Kyle Anders. Fuck you now and fuck you forever. Do not ever talk to me again."

Ferry turned and ran to the corner. She hailed a cab and in seconds was out of sight. I wondered if she was also out of my life.

I walked home in the cold. By the time I reached my building I was chilled to my core. I stood under the shower until the hot water started to fade. I crawled into bed with my head spinning.

Reaching for my phone, I called up Artemis' last message.

I hit "Message" and typed, "call me pls. important"

Ten minutes later my phone buzzed.

"Hey, what's up?"

The sexy voice that stirred me now sent me over the edge. I started crying.

Artemis listened as I wept. When I could get myself under control, she said, "Talk to me, Kyle. What's the matter, darling?"

Her use of "darling" made me shiver. Taking a deep breath, I poured out my heart and told her everything that happened.

"Kyle, I'm sorry," Artemis said. "I feel responsible."

"No," I answered. "I love our relationship. I guess Ferry is not open to seeing other possibilities in sex. For her, it's conservative love-making, covering up outside of the bedroom and not much else. Maybe it's better I found out now, rather than later. I wonder how we'll get on in the office now."

Artemis stopped trying to make me feel better and told me about a play she had seen. Soon, we were talking as usual. It hit me that she knew how to make me feel better without dwelling on the problem. After almost an hour of chatting, we said goodnight.

I rolled into the office a little past seven-thirty. The receptionist told me Martin wanted to see me. I told her I'd just go to my office and drop my coat. I really wanted to see if Ferry were there.

"Mr. Anders, he said you were to go directly to his office. I think he is already annoyed that you weren't here when he arrived."

"When was that?"

She looked at her watch. "About twenty minutes ago."

I pulled my coat off and dropped it on a chair in the reception area. I quickly walked to Martin's office and knocked.

"Anders, come in. Decided to slack off a bit this morning?"

I was thinking of an answer, when he smiled.

I had never seen Martin smile. It was not a pretty sight. And, it was obviously not a natural thing for him to do.

"Just kidding, Kyle. Sit down."

He had never called me Kyle before. I was beginning to sweat. Is this how they kick your ass out of the firm?

"I know I've been riding hard this last week. This deal is huge, both for the client and for us. If we can win the proxy fight and our client takes control, we will earn a major bonus. Plus, he will retain us as legal counsel. He also has his eyes on three more acquisitions. This will be the fucking money machine from heaven."

"Great," I said.

"Yeah, well, that memo you and Ferry did was A Plus. It was the best piece of work I've seen in a long time, including stuff from partners. I shared it with the client and he just about came in his pants. He insisted he wanted the two of you assigned permanently to his account. I told him you were probationary employees and did not get directly involved with clients."

Martin paused and drank from his large coffee mug.

"You know, Anders, I don't like clients dicking around with the way we work. But, he said that if we wanted his business, he wanted to meet you two and wanted you on the team. What could I say?"

The scary smile crossed his face once more.

"I said of course. So, Anders, welcome to the team."

"But, isn't it still against our policy to have probies in direct client contact?"

"Sure is. That's why as soon as you sign this offer, you will be a full associate in the firm. I think you'll like the offer. The starting salary is at the high end of the scale and we are waiving the waiting period for all benefits. Plus, you will start with five weeks vacation. That last part doesn't mean shit, since I doubt you'll find time to squeeze more than a week out of the year. But, you can bank it and if you leave, you collect the equivalent in pay."

I wasn't sure I was hearing correctly. I thought maybe I was going to get tossed and now Martin's handing me my dream on a sliver—or at least silver-plated—platter. 

"I don't know what to say," I managed to get out.

"You better fucking say yes."

I nodded and said, "Yes, definitely, yes."

Martin slid the folder with the offer and background info across his desk.

"What about Ferry?" I asked. "Is she accepting an offer?"

"That's the strange part," he said. "She called me last night—at home. Said she had thought about what she wanted and didn't like big city life and being in a big firm. She resigned effective immediately."

My stomach turned and my heart pounded.

"I tried to talk some sense into her. Even told her about the offer. She was adamant. So, I told her to be here first thing in the morning with a signed resignation letter and I would have security walk through turning in all her firm material. She asked if she could come in at six this morning. I coordinated with security and she's gone."

"Gone, like in left the building."

"Gone, like in left the fucking state. She told security she had a ten am flight to Kansas City. Never even saw her myself. I really hate to see her go. She's smart as they come. Not bad on the eyes, either. I don't know how you could have worked so closely and not tried to get into her pants."

As offended as I was by his attitude, I simply said, "Isn't that against firm policy?"

"Yes, but if we enforced it we'd lose half our firm. Anyway, hope she finds what she's looking for. As for you, once you sign the offer, I'll have Marge work with you to get settled in a new office. No window yet, but at least it has a door."

"Can I look this over before signing?"

Martin's scary smile just got scarier.

"Don't trust me?"

"Not that, Martin. But, if I'm as good a lawyer as you think I am, I'd be a fool to sign anything without reading it."

Martin laughed. Well, I think it was a laugh. It sounded more like a frog with respiratory disease.

"You're a piece of work, Anders. You got balls and talent. Going to work out just fine. I better watch my back with you."

I smiled and thought, "Yes, you better." I took the folder and went to my cubby.

I signed it without reading all the fine print. I knew I would the second he told me about it. I waited another hour and called Martin's assistant to tell her I had the executed offer ready. She came to retrieve it and told me to start packing. 

By two in the afternoon, I was sitting in my new office. It didn't have as much square footage as the cubby, but I was alone and, as promised, had a door. It even had my name next to the door. I calculated what my new take home pay would be and started surfing BMW sites.

My euphoria was short lived as Angela, my new assistant, whom I shared with five other associates, knocked and walked in. She pushed one of the familiar carts I'd come to hate. She piled the folders on my table, handed me the memo from Martin and left.

"Have fun, Kyle," she said closing the door.

The piles on my desk didn't seem to go down at all. By ten that night, I was so bleary-eyed, I just gave up and took a cab home.

After a large scotch, I dialed Ferry's cell.

The call went straight to voice mail. I hesitated and left a message asking her to call me. After hanging up, I knew that was the wrong approach. I called back. This time, I told her how sorry I was at the mess I made. I told her I cared for her and would love to speak with her, if she felt like it.

Plopping down on the couch with the bottle of scotch in one hand and a tumbler in the other, I considered the mixed emotions of the day. I achieved my goal of being taken on as an associate, and done so ahead of any of the other probies. Today, I also lost the possibility of a relationship that had all the potential of making me happy for my life. I finished another mouthful of scotch. Was this how life worked? You achieve balance by talking on and letting go. I was not sure this trade was equal. Which was more important to me? Ferry? The job?

I drank some more. The only decision I came to was to go to bed and plan to go to work tomorrow morning. Maybe I was becoming a first-rate asshole.

Ferry did not call me back.

To be continued.



Room w View Ch. 04



While I missed Ferry and kicked myself for screwing up the relationship, I also was pragmatic. Maybe I was becoming the asshole Ferry said I was, but I pushed her to the back of my mind and focused on the life facing me every day.

My days blurred together. I met with the major client who liked my work and we seemed to hit it off. He got into a habit of calling me directly and asking my opinion. I told Martin. He scowled, swore, accused me of undercutting him and finally reminded me to bill for "every fucking second you're on the phone with him." I learned that one thing trumps all: Billing.

Rarely did I arrive home at my apartment before ten. After a week of slacking off exercising since I was on the road at one of the client's factories, I arrived home on Saturday night, stripped, picked up my jump rope and started getting my ass in gear. 

Dripping sweat I paused and pulled off my ear buds when I thought I heard my cell.

Hoping it might be Ferry, I grabbed it from the kitchen counter. I didn't recognize the number and said hell-o.

"Kyle?"

"Yes."

"We're at your door. You didn't answer, but we could hear you in there."

I recognized Tiffany's voice.

"I was jumping rope and had my earbuds in."

"Ooh, like jumping rope and, you know..."

I chuckled, "Yeah, and you know..."

"Let us in."

"You mean as I am?"

After a slight pause and hearing Tiffany whispering to Brittany, I heard, "Please."

Artemis was still away. So my exhibitionist desires were thwarted for close to a month. Exposing myself to the TV girls was definitely appealing. Recalling the one other time it happened, I smiled and walked to the door.

Pulling it open while letting it cover me, I invited the women in.

I closed the door and they regarded me.

"Wow," said Tiffany.

"You're all sweaty," offered Brittany.

"Britty, never mind the sweat, check out the bod. It looks better than I remembered."

That made us all laugh.

"So, are you finished exercising?" Tiffany asked.

"I was planning an a few more minutes."

"Great, we'll just make ourselves comfortable.

"Do you have anything to drink?" Brittany asked.

I pointed to the fridge and told them they were welcome to anything they could find.

In a minute they were sitting on the couch. Brittany had a white wine and Tiffany was drinking beer from the bottle.

Normally I faced the windows, but I turned and stood directly toward my audience.

I slipped my earbuds in, poked the iPod cradled in the holster fixed to my bicep and picked up the rope.

Beginning slowly, I picked up the tempo. My dick was bouncing and my sweat was flying.

I couldn't hear the comments the women were exchanging, but their eyes never went higher than my waist. I mixed up my routine with two feet skipping, crossovers and a few other moves.

I then began to slow and let my heart rate come down from its peak.

Panting, with my hands on my hips, I came to a stop. The rope lay at my feet and I gulped large amounts of air.

Tiffany spoke. I pulled the earbuds out, "What?"

"You are fucking gorgeous," she repeated and smiled.

"Can you get me the towel?" I pointed to it hanging on the back of a stool at the kitchen counter.

She brought it and said, "May I?"

I made no response and she wiped my face.

Tiffany moved behind me and mopped the sweat from my back. I sensed her kneeling behind me. Her hands moved over my naked butt. I jumped when I felt her lips caress one cheek. Instinctively, I flexed. She groaned and kissed the other one.

Tiffany moved in front. The towel moved across my chest.

She knelt and dried each leg. Finally, she placed the towel over my sex and gently rubbed. After a few seconds, I knew I was dry, but made no attempt to stop her. Tiffany cradled my balls in the towel and massaged them. By now, nature was taking its course. She pulled back the towel to expose my erection to her lover and herself.

"Kyle, this is awesome." Tiffany ran her hand up and down my shaft.

"We wanted to discuss the baby-making thing," said Brittany. "I guess this would be a good time."

Tiffany continued to play softly with my hard dick.

"What makes you say that?" I joked.

"I guess asking if you are up for it, would be idiotic," said Brittany. "The question is, will you?"

"I've thought a lot about it," I answered. I looked at the beautiful woman at my feet. "If we can agree about me giving up all paternal rights and that you agree not to pursue me for any rights, then, yes I am willing to help."

Brittany snorted. "Even though you sound like an asshole lawyer, we both like you a lot. I know Tiffany has the hots for you. Now, I can see she also likes the equipment. So, yeah, we agree to all that legal bullshit. We will sign anything you give us."

I nodded and stroked Tiffany's thick hair.

"So, when?" I said.

Tiffany moved forward and took my dick into her mouth.

With a wry smile, Brittany asked, "How's that for an answer?"

I helped Tiffany up.

"My place or yours?" I asked.

"Since we're here and you're ready," she said, "as long as your sheets are not like totally gross, I say let's go."

I took her hand. "Clean sheets went on Monday and I was out of town Wednesday to this morning."

"Perfect."

"Not to be indelicate," I said, "but since we are trying for pregnancy, we will be having unprotected sex. Maybe we should discuss it."

Tiffany said, "Since we started thinking about this, both Britty and I have been tested. Clean as clean can be. And, neither one of us has been with anyone else. Your turn."

"When the firm offered me the associate position, they required a complete—and I mean as complete as any tight-assed lawyers could make it—physical. So, I was tested for everything, including STD's. Just like you, all clean. And, I have not been with anyone since then."

"Wow, that's a long time to go without you-know-what," said Tiffany.

"It is what it is," I acknowledged.

Tiffany looked at her lover. There was a look of anticipation in her eyes, but also something else. I studied Brittany's face. Sorrow. She was giving her lover to someone else. I imagined she was wondering if should she stay on the couch or go back to their apartment.

Pulling Tiffany with me, I walked to stand next to Brittany.

"Brittany, you know we are doing this to make you both happy. This could be the start of your family, your child. I am only the delivery system of one small part. In no way, does what Tiffany and I do take away from the love she has for you."

Brittany could no longer hold back her tears. She nodded.

I held out my hand, "Please join us."

Her head sprang up. "Honestly."

"Yep. I think you need to be involved."

Tiffany kissed my cheek and we both helped Brittany off the couch.

Hand in hand in hand we walked to my bedroom.

I pulled the top covers back.

"Any boundaries?" I asked.

"Make love to her as you would any woman," said Brittany. "Our child should begin with a beautiful act of love."

"Undress her," I said to Brittany.

The women faced each other and then kissed. Holding tightly, they kissed deeply and for a long time.

Breaking apart, Brittany slowly unbuttoned Tiffany's blouse. She threw it on the chair. Kneeling, she undid her jeans and pulled them down. She quickly removed her lover's knee socks. Brittany slipped her fingers in the elastic of Tiffany's bikini bottoms and eased them past her hips and to the floor. Tiffany stepped out of them.

Looking at her lover's exposed sex, Brittany pressed her lips to her. She breathed in and kissed her all around her lips and the neatly trimmed dark patch. I admired the small and tight butt. Her stomach was mostly flat but swelled in a sexy way as it approached her pussy. 

Brittany stood and reached behind to undo Tiffany's bra. Letting it fall between them, she cupped her lover's large breasts. Next, she bent and kissed the stiff nipples one at a time. Tiffany threw her head back and groaned.

The hugged and kissed again.

"Do you want to undress?" I asked Brittany.

"Why?"

"I think you should be in bed with us. You can help get Tiffany ready for me. Maybe even help insert her. I don't know. I've never done this before."

"Never had a threesome?" asked Brittany.

"No. Thought about it though."

We all laughed and that eased some of the building tension.

"Yeah, I think I would want to be involved," said Brittany. "But one thing, and don't take any offense. Do not think I'm getting sexually involved with you. Please do not touch me."

"Sure. I understand. But, just so you know, you can touch me anytime you want."

Brittany nodded and smiled at me. She turned back to Tiffany.

Tiffany pulled her lover's sweater over her head. Brittany wore a thin, black bra. In a second it lay on the floor and Tiffany was kissing the small and beautiful breasts, making the nipples stand out.

She quickly undid her pants and pulled Brittany's panties off. She was clean-shaven. Tiffany ran her fingers along the smooth cleft while the two women kissed.

"Make me wet, honey," she said to Brittany, passion deepening her voice.

Tiffany lay back on the bed. Brittany slowly kissed her way down until her face rested between her legs. She began using her lips and tongue all over the now open sex of her lover. Tiffany reacted and moved her hips back and forth. 

I was in awe watching them. It could not be easy allowing a man to watch this intimate lovemaking. I needed no additional stimulus to keep me hard. I was sitting a little behind Brittany and could see her own sex open as she knelt between Tiffany's legs. Soon, moisture was flowing down her thighs. I did all I could to hold back from kissing that beautiful and inviting pussy.

Brittany was working three fingers in and out of Tiffany. 

"I'm ready, sweetheart. Let Kyle take over."

Brittany scooted up and they kissed again. She then rolled to the side. I knelt between Tiffany's spread thighs.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

I leaned down, moving my tip to within a couple inches of her opening.

"Do you want to guide me in?" I asked Brittany.

"God, I never held one of those."

"I don't think you'll break it and I guarantee you won't get any dick cooties."

Slowly she moved her hand and took hold of me.

"It's really hard."

"Hence the term."

"Don't start being a jerk, Kyle," Brittany said. She pulled me and I let my body follow. She placed my tip between Tiffany's outer lips. Brittany kissed her lover and moved to the edge of the bed.

I began pushing in.

I eased inside. Tiffany made a small "o" with her lips as she expanded to accommodate my size. When I was fully settled, I looked into her eyes.

"Ok?"

She smiled and nodded. She turned to look at her lover. "Kiss me."

Brittany kissed her softly. Tiffany responded and pushed hard against the other woman's lips. I could see their tongues begin to move back and forth.

"I love you," Tiffany whispered.

"I love you,' responded Brittany.

She returned her gaze to me. "Let's do it."

I pulled slowly out until just my tip was trapped between her lips. Just as slowly I pushed back in. Tiffany smiled at the long forgotten sensation. As I pulled back out, Brittany gasped as she saw my slick erection pulling her lover's lips along the shaft.

"I never imagined it would look like that," she said.

"Touch it," I urged.

"Yes, please do it," said Tiffany.

Brittany ran her fingers along my wet shaft. I pushed back in as she kept her fingers close to Tiffany's entrance. 

"God, that feels so powerful. I think I'm getting the attraction of a dick."

"Can't make me feel as good as you, darling," said Tiffany and took Brittany's hand in hers.

I began moving with rhythm, tip almost popping out and then thrusting back until my balls bounced on her ass. Reflexively, Tiffany spread her thighs farther apart and began pushing back with her hips.

Picking up the pace, I lifted one leg and put it on my shoulder. This enabled me to angle my approach and I hoped I was hitting her g-spot.

I saw Tiffany draw in a deep breath and felt I hit the target. I could sense her wanting to cry out, but holding back. Perhaps she did not want to let Brittany know how much she was enjoying the contact with a man.

Brittany must have understood the same thing. "Honey, let yourself go. It's ok to enjoy it. I want our baby to be conceived in a moment of pure pleasure. I want this for you."

Tiffany's eyes were squeezed shut. She opened them looked at her lover and smiled. After another thrust she groaned loudly.

"That is so fucking good," she said.

I doubled the pace, but still was not pounding her. Tiffany and Brittany continued to hold hands. 

As I was ready to go into high gear, I lifted Tiffany's other leg onto my shoulder. I leaned forward resting my arms on either side of her head. I pounded. She grunted.

"Getting real close," I said.

"Ready when you are," Tiffany responded. Turning to Brittany she said, "Get my clit."

Going as hard and fast as I could, I could feel Brittany's fingers moving on her lover. Tiffany was making loud gasps as the two of us worked to bring her to climax.

"Coming," I grunted.

I paused and then felt the exquisite release flowing from me into Tiffany. Tiffany screamed as she came with Brittany's hand moving across her nub. She bucked hard against me, sweat glistening on her body.

I eased her legs down and withdrew. Brittany grabbed two pillows. She lifted Tiffany's butt and slid the pillows underneath.

"Says it helps the sperm reach the target," she said by way of explanation.

I lay beside Tiffany. Brittany kissed her lover.

"He deserves one, too," said Tiffany.

Brittany leaned across her and we kissed. Her lips were warm and soft. I touched her cheek and ran my fingers through her soft blond hair. We kissed again.

"Thank you, Kyle."

"I just hope those little guys are good swimmers," I answered.

"Me, too," said Tiffany. "But to be sure, would you mind a double-header tomorrow and one more on Monday?"

"God, the things I have to do to be your friend," I said in mock disgust.

We all laughed.

"You know," said Brittany, "I'm as horny as horny gets right now after watching you two."

"I think I have a remedy for that," said Tiffany.

"I don't want you getting up," Brittany replied.

"I won't."

Tiffany extended her tongue and licked her lips lasciviously. She patted the top of her chest.

Brittany knelt on her lover's stomach and started to inch up.

"Uh, this is my cue to leave," I said.

"Stay for one minute," pleaded Tiffany.

Brittany now hovered over her lover's face, her pussy inches from her mouth.

Slowly she lowered herself. I saw Tiffany's tongue slide out and ride the slit.

"Oh, god," said Brittany.

"You are so fucking wet," said Tiffany. "I think you may be a cock whore."

"Shut up, bitch, and lick my pussy. Eat me and eat me good."

I was shocked at the crude dialogue, but then realized they probably liked talking dirty to each other.

Brittany was grinding her pussy as Tiffany licked and used her tongue to probe.

I stroked Tiffany's hair, kissed Brittany on the cheek and headed for the living room.

I could still hear the cries, but at least I wasn't sitting in their bed. I washed my dick in the powder room and lay on the couch. I pulled a comforter over me and fell sound asleep.

Sometime later I was dreaming that I was receiving a first class blow job. I jolted awake to realize it was not a dream. I saw the tangle of dark hair covering my groin.

"Hmm, that is just about the best way to wake from a nap."

Tiffany broke contact and looked up.

"Thanks. Just another way to show appreciation."

"Where's Brittany?"

"Passed out. I guess I fucked her senseless, too." She smiled.

"Come here." I opened my arms and she slid into my grasp.

"Don't want me to finish. I don't mind."

"Thank you. It felt wonderful. But, I'd rather just cuddle you."

"A guy turning down a BJ? This definitely will make our morning newscast."

"Tiffany, before was special. I think we need to keep it at the level of both of us working to make you pregnant. I would love to give you oral and I would more than love you to continue what you were doing. That is getting close to the line, maybe even crossing it. Let's just be good friends and then fuck the hell out of each other. Can we do that?"

"Yeah, especially the fucking the hell part."

She rested her head on my shoulder and I stroked her back. Admittedly, I also fondled her ass, but it was in a nice way. Still, it was a sweet ass.

When I next awoke, it was dark out. I wasn't sure what woke me, but then I felt a kiss on my lips.

Brittany was sitting on the floor next to us.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi. She's still out?"

I nodded.

"Kyle, thank you. That was one of the most beautiful and erotic things I have ever witnessed. I have a good feeling that we're going to be successful."

"I'm happy to hear you say that. I was worried it might be awkward for all of us."

"I thought it might be, also. But, it wasn't. Almost makes me think being straight is not that bad."

"Yeah, well, watching you and Tiffany was beautiful."

"You didn't stay."

"I didn't need to. I could see how you love each other and I think you needed privacy after what Tiffany and I did."

Brittany kissed me again.

"Our baby is going to be lucky to have a daddy like you."

I must have shown something in my expression.

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that. I know you are not planning to be involved and we are not expecting you to do anything. You will have done enough if Tiffany becomes pregnant."

I relaxed and reached for her hand. We joined our fingers as I held her sleeping lover.

Just to be on the safe side, Tiffany and I tried four more times over the next two days. I was worried I was depleting the sperm supply by the end.

Brittany joined us for all those times. After once again doing oral on Tiff to get her ready, she took hold of my dick.

"I never touched a guy before we started all this," she said. Running her hand up and down my erection, she smiled. "I might lose my membership card in the All Girls Club, but would you mind if I kissed it."

"Brittany, you can do whatever you want."

She slowly moved her mouth to my tip. Pursing her lips, she lightly kissed my tip. She looked in my eyes and I smiled. She turned to look at Tiffany. Her lover nodded. Brittany opened her mouth and took my head inside.

After sucking gently, she withdrew it.

"Not totally disgusting," she said with a laugh.

"But, not very exciting?" I asked.

"Not really."

"Any other curiosity?" I said.

Tiffany and Brittany exchanged a look.

"I never had one inside me."

"Is it something you want to try?" I asked.

"Never did before," she said. "But seeing how Tiff reacts, well, I guess I am a little curious."

"I'd be happy to do it."

"Yeah, I know," Brittany said looking at my naked body. "For a guy, I guess any cunt will do."

"Brittany, that's not true, at least with me," I said. "Sure, men see a beautiful woman and they think about how she looks naked and how she would be in bed. But, that's fantasy. When it comes to it, I have to feel some emotional attachment in order to have sex."

"You have an emotional attachment to me?" she asked.

"I like you a lot. I've had sex with your partner. Yeah, I guess there is some sort of attachment. But, it is only if you thought you would want to do it. I guess what I'm trying to say is I would do whatever you want."

Tiffany sat up and kissed her lover. 

"Honey, don't do this for me. I think you are trying to prove something you don't have to. I love only you. I don't want us to have a man in our lives. I appreciate everything Kyle is doing, but you don't have to screw a guy to make me happy."




Room w View Ch. 04



"You don't care if I never have sex with a man?" Brittany asked.

"Of course not," she quickly replied. "I only care about you having sex with me."

They embraced and cried in each other's arms. 

"Ok, now put him in me and let's do it."

We all laughed. Brittany guided me inside and Tiffany and I fucked until I came.

Brittany again positioned pillows under her girlfriend's butt. She looked at me and bent to take my sex coated dick into her mouth. She cleaned me of the co-mingled remnants of our love-making.

"Well, now I tasted it."

I kissed her. "You're a beautiful and remarkable woman, Brittany."

She beamed and laid back to cuddle her lover.

Sunday was to be our last effort since Tiffany was ending her estimated fertility zone. She had slept over on Sunday night and we screwed when she woke up early Monday morning before going to work. I immediately fell back to sleep and almost didn't make to my office until seven thirty.

I forced myself to leave early Monday night. Arriving home around six, I called down to the girls to see how they were doing.

"Do you think you've got one last go in you," Tiffany said.

"Sure."

"Be right there."

We were in bed and naked ten minutes later.

"Can I ask a favor?" she said.

"More than forcing me to fuck you?" I replied with a big smile.

"Didn't think it was such a hardship," she said.

"It isn't and you know it."

"I know, just kidding you back."

Her face turned serious. "Tonight, could you like make love to me?"

"I thought that was what we were doing."

"No we were screwing. And, believe me, it was great. No complaints."

"But...?"

"But, I want you to kiss me, touch me, fondle me. I want you to make love to me as if I were just a woman."

"What would Brittany say?"

"Brittany doesn't have to know. She's out to a dinner with the news director and the other anchors. I don't want to think of this as cheating, but I really enjoyed our sex. It's been super. I want to have one time that is like a man and woman together, not like a sperm donor and egg carrier. Kyle, I want to let go and really enjoy being fucked."

I thought about what she was asking. I looked at the beautiful and naked body in my bed. My hard dick was a testament to how attractive I found her.

I slipped my hand behind her neck and pulled her face to mine. Kissing her lips, I let my tongue venture out.

She moaned and opened her mouth. I moved my tongue inside her warm cavity. Tiffany responded and in an instant we were kissing passionately. She pushed me back and climbed on top.

My hands moved over her back and cupped her buns, crushing them to force her pussy hard against my erection. She wiggled back and forth to stimulate me even more.

I flipped her over and moved my hand to a breast. She exhaled into my mouth and gasped, "Yes."

I fondled the soft mound and thrilled as her nipple tightened into a hard point. I broke our kiss and moved to take the nub into my mouth. Tiffany's back arched and I opened to take her breast into my mouth. Although I could only accommodate part of her large breast, I sucked hard while running my tongue over the nipple. 

I let my hand move between her legs. Sensing the wet warmth, I ran my finger along her slit. She moaned and I pushed inside. 

"Yes, yes."

I moved my mouth to her other breast, sucking and softly biting.

Her legs parted and I added a second finger. Pulling from her breast I kissed my way down her stomach. Expecting her to stop me, I kept going until my chin brushed the soft hairs of her pussy. I pulled my fingers from inside and put my mouth on her puffy lips. She grabbed the hand that was inside her and began sucking my fingers.

I pushed her legs wide apart, slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her enough so my tongue could reach the center of her crack. I dabbed at her pink rosebud and she cried out. Slowly I licked up until my juice-covered tongue found her clit. Swirling around it, I opened my mouth and took the hard button between my teeth.

"Fuck, yes," she called out.

I kept the pressure on her clit and reinserted two fingers. I pumped hard while torturing her now tender and rigid clit.

I let my little finger of my other hand play at her butt hole as my fingers continued their thrusting.

"Yes, please, yes."

I paused long enough to push past her sphincter with my pinky. She bucked hard and in her movement buried my finger past the second knuckle.

I pushed my other fingers back inside her vagina, turned my wrist and sought her g-spot. Finding the rough bump, I pressed hard and moved my finger in and out of her backside. I kept biting and licking her clit.

"Oh, god, oh god," Tiffany said. I felt a slight rush of moisture run past my fingers and down to the bed.

Her vagina clinched my fingers and her legs closed on my head. 

We lay next to each other on my bed, each of us breathing hard.

"I never thought a guy could make me feel that good with his mouth. Thank you, Kyle."

I kissed her. She smiled and kissed back. We began a hot make-out session. Slowly, Tiffany began kissing down my chest, nibbling on my nipples. I was hard and wanting.

"Kyle, please keep what I am going to do absolutely between us."

I promised.

Tiffany began making love to my erection with her mouth. After licking my shaft, she sucked each ball, using her tongue to add pleasurable pressure. Moving back to my tip, she slowly engulfed my entire dick until it hit the back of her throat. Tiffany paused, breathed in through her nose and next I felt myself moving down her throat.

She worked me with both hands, tongue and lips. It was one of the best blow jobs I had ever experienced.

"Tiff, I'm really close. If you want me to try to plant a little guy in you, we have to back off."

Tiffany eased off, putting little kisses up and down my shaft. I pulled her up and we kissed.

"Thank you, that was awesome," I said.

"And, thank you. I honestly believe that is the last blow job I'll ever give. I don't think I'll miss it too much, but I will savor—pun intended—this memory."

"Ready to continue," I asked.

Her kiss was all the confirmation I needed. 

I knelt and eased Tiffany onto her tummy. Grabbing her hips I lifted her until her backside pointed up.

I aligned my erection with her wet hole and rammed in in one thrust.

"Fuck," she cried.

I moved quickly and pounded her hard. She began responded and pushing back as I moved forward inside her.

I was driven to make her come again and to enable myself to explode inside at the same time.

"Tell me when you're close," I said.

"Getting there fast," she replied.

I looked at the perfect ass cheeks moving back to allow her to take my cock. I raised a hand and swatted her right cheek.

"Aah,' she screamed.

Giving her no time to recover I slapped her other cheek. I placed three more whacks on each cheek as she squirmed and gripped my cock with her vagina. I bent forward, resting my chest on her back.

"Are you close?" I spoke into her ear.

"I'm there," she panted.

I slipped my hand onto her clit, thrust as hard and deep as I could and pinched her clit.

She shrieked and began convulsing. I let my load fly and felt spasm after spasm filled her.

She kept pushing her butt back onto me.

I was still hard.

"Fuck my ass," she said softly.

It took me a second to realize what she was asking. With my cock still in her pussy, I leaned over to my table and from a drawer pulled a bottle of lube that I kept handy for my frequent masturbation marathons.

I squirted a generous dab on her ass crack and around her opening. I used a finger to lube the outside. I squirted another dab and pushed it inside with my index finger. Tiffany made a sound I couldn't describe as my finger moved in and out. I lubed my second finger and slowly added it to loosen the tight muscle. 

I pulled my cock from her pussy and covered it liberally with lube. I tossed the bottle aside and pushed my tip to her perfect rosebud. 

"Ready?"

"Yes."

I pushed and felt the resistance I expected.

"Take a deep breath and let it out." 

I could see her back expand as she breathed in and out. 

"Five more and then I'll try again."

After her third deep breath, and just as she was drawing in the fourth, I rammed her. My tip slipped past the muscle and I was a third of the way in.

"Fuck, you said five. That was only three," she called out.

"Works better this way," I said and pulled back only to move deeper this time.

After two more repeated efforts I was totally in. My balls rested near her pussy.

"Ok, Tiff. Here we go."

I began moving faster and faster. She responded and wildly bucked back to accept my cock as it reached far inside.

I didn't think I could come again so soon and told her.

"Just keep doing it, I'm getting there."

I kept a steady pace, although I was quickly tiring. 

"I'm going to get your clit."

She nodded and pushed back to eat my dick with her ass.

I took her clit between thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

"Harder," she gasped.

"Cock or fingers?"

"Both, now, now."

I thrust with all my strength and pinched hard on her clit.

I was sure her scream could be heard in every apartment in our building. This time I felt a gush of liquid spew from her pussy. I quickly withdrew my cock and she fell face down on the bed. Tiffany did not move. If it weren't for her panting, I would have thought she was dead.

I eased off the bed and went to my bathroom to clean my dick and fingers.

I snuggled in next to her.

"So, was that what you wanted?" I asked and kissed her ass.

"You bastard," she said, barely above a whisper.

"A bastard in a good or bad way," I asked.

"That is the best fuck I ever had," she said. Turning her face to me, she smiled and added, "With a guy."

"Then I take 'bastard' as a compliment." I kissed her and she crawled into my arms.

"Now, shut up and let's sleep."

I did and we slept until it was time for her to go to work.

*** 

It was almost Christmas Eve. My work bordered on insanity. Our client was in a manic phase and Martin, I, two other associates and three paralegals were putting in twelve-hour days. On the morning of Christmas Eve, the client called me. He said the president of the company he was trying to take over finally blinked and that they reached an oral agreement along the lines of the latest offer we had proffered. Congratulating me, he asked if I would have Martin call him.

I relayed the info to Martin, who once again groused about the client having direct contact with a 'fucking associate'. I could tell, though, he was quite pleased. He knew the firm would be earning a huge bonus, which meant his end of year bonus would be proportionately big. He waved me away and picked up the phone to call the client.

A couple hours later, he called me to his office.

Sitting with his feet on the desk and puffing on a huge Cuban cigar in violation of multiple company policies as well as state and city ordinances, he motioned me to a chair.

"Anders, we are sitting in the sweetest smelling shit you can imagine."

I tried not to imagine sitting in any kind of shit, but I didn't want to get him off track.

"After talking to Jerome's rival, I talked with their lead attorney. We ironed out the details and I sent him an electronic copy of a memo of understanding. He just sent it back with a fucking signature. I called Agnes and Billy the Fucking Kid. I think I gave them both orgasms. They are planning to have a very merry fucking Christmas."

Agnes was our managing partner and I couldn't conjure up any mental picture of her having an orgasm. 

"Congrats, Martin," I said without excess excitement.

"What?" he snarled. "Oh, feeling like you didn't get credit? Listen, Anders, you are still a fucking associate. You can start getting credit when, no make that if, you make partner. Are we clear?"

"Crystal, Martin."

"Good," he said and took a long puff on his cigar. 

He opened the credenza behind his desk and pulled out a bottle of Chevas Blue. He grabbed two tumblers and poured generous drinks. He handed me one and we silently toasted.

"Anyway, even without that hot piece of ass to help you out, you did a good job."

I inwardly bristled about his description of Ferry. I tried to disguise my feelings by taking a drink.

"Yeah, so I told Agnes and Billy that you deserved some special recognition."

I wondered where he was going with this.

"I pulled a couple strings and put that dike cunt's tits in a press."

"Who?" I asked getting lost in his slanderous babble.

"Sherman."

Anita Sherman was our CFO. I always suspected she was gay, but never thought of her in the graphic terms Martin used.

"She screamed and moaned, but finally she did what I wanted," he said with a self-satisfied smirk as he refilled our glasses.

Martin picked up an envelope on his desk and tossed it my way. I caught it.

"Open it."

Running my finger under the flap, I peeked in to see a check.

My stomach flipped when I saw it was made out to me in the amount of $10,000. I was so taken aback I didn't say a word.

"Hey, no need to go overboard," Martin sneered.

"No, thank you, Martin. I was not expecting this."

"Yeah, well don't fucking get used to it. But, you did good work. Of course Sherman said it will go onto your total compensation and you'll have to pay taxes, yada, yada, yada. So, have a Merry Christmas."

I finished my drink and stood. I wondered if Martin would stand also or offer me his hand.

He just puffed away and waved.

On my way back to my office I ran into Agnes.

She smiled and offered me her hand.

"Congratulations, Anders, I understand you and Martin closed the deal."

Suppressing the urge to tell her that I did most of the work and that Martin almost fucked it up twice, I said "Yes, signed and delivered."

"Good work. I assume Martin gave you the envelope?"

"Yes, thank you. I don't know what to say."

"Well, being managing partner has its perks. I only had to threaten Martin with his manhood if he didn't agree to sign off on the bonus. He was doing his regular bitching about new associates not deserving anything. I know that you busted your ass on this deal. The client loves you and we will earn generous fees for years to come. $15,000 is not a lot to show our appreciation."

"That fucking prick," I thought. "Not only did he not want to give me a bonus, he didn't give me everything I should have gotten."

"Well, Agnes, I will be putting it to good use."

She shook my hand again and hurried down the hall.

Back in my office I looked at the check again. "Oh yeah, Martin, you'd better watch your fucking back."

*** 

Tiffany and Brittany decided to marry on New Year's Eve. I had gotten my JP and helped them with the details of a marriage license. It was still relatively new in our state to have a same-sex marriage. 

The girls reserved the club room in our apartment building. They would have a simple ceremony and then there would be a small reception. Although they were not deep in the closet, they did not want all their colleagues and their viewing audience to know they were getting married. I assumed that many of the male-dominated audience for the news had fantasies about these two beautiful women who greeted them every morning.

In addition to their families, they said that Shari and Anu would be there. They were also including a few close friends from the building and from their outside connections.

Tiffany called a couple days before the wedding and asked if they could come up. She said they wanted to review their vows with me.

Welcoming them in and sharing hugs and kisses, I thought I never saw two people more in love with each other. They held hands and a soft glow emanating from their faces.

We reviewed their vows and how the ceremony would go. Opening a bottle of wine, I told them how much in love they looked. They held hands and made eyes at each other.

"I think I might be pregnant," Tiffany said.

"Uh, isn't kinda early to tell?" I asked.

"Yeah, I should wait until when my next period should start. Then, I can do one of those pee tests. But, I just feel it. So, how about a glass of club soda?"

"Absolutely. Wine for you, Brittany?"

"Please and make it a big one."

Tiffany's was beaming. She wanted to be pregnant and it was obvious she wanted it in a big way.

I didn't want her to get her hopes too high and then be disappointed.

"Well, if it didn't work out this time, we can try again."

Brittany looked at me. "So, you didn't mind?"

Being the night before their wedding, I hesitated to engage in this discussion.

"You know I really like the both of you a lot. I am still honored that you thought I could be a good donor for your child."

"Nice to hear," said Brittany, "But you did like screwing Tiffany, right?"

"She's a beautiful woman, as you are, too. So, yes, it was sexy, pleasurable and..." I paused. "Terrifying."

An arched eyebrow meant Brittany was looking for more.

"I had to perform in front of you. I know how much you love Tiff and I could only imagine the conflict you felt watching her be intimate with another person, with a man. That was terrifying."

Brittany nodded. "Kyle, in spite of that dumb thing between your legs, you are a decent person. And, if we need to try again, I'm one hundred percent behind you."

Trying to ease the seriousness of our conversation, I said, "What will you be doing behind me?"

She screamed and hit me with a pillow from the couch. "You are such an asshole."

We all laughed and relaxed. I wasn't sure if I wanted Tiffany to become pregnant or if I really wanted to have sex with her again. Either way, I knew I hoped it worked out for these two women. I had grown to like them so much.

I lay in bed that night and tried to sort out my feelings. I was genuinely happy for Tiffany and Brittany. They would make good parents. I probed to see if I had any feelings about fatherhood. If I were to be completely honest, I had mixed feelings. I was proud that I was able to try to make Tiffany pregnant. I was also relieved that I was not going to have to raise a child. Well, at least not do it at this point in my life.

Thinking about children and the impending wedding made me wonder about Ferry. In spite of several phone calls and texts, I never heard from her. We had only been together a short time, but I think I felt more for her than any other woman I had ever dated. Was there a real possibility we could have found love and maybe moved to a commitment? I guess I'll never know.

On impulse I grabbed my phone and sent Ferry a text. I told her the wedding would be tomorrow and that Tiffany and Brittany had asked me to officiate. I ended with by saying I was thinking of her.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark, I also thought about Artemis and Dido. They still weren't home. Artemis had called me and said that she was taking Dido on a skiing trip in the Alps as soon as school was over. I kidded her about sharing so much personal information, but she just laughed. We still sexted among the three of us, but often we also just talked. I missed both of them. They were my best friends, other than Brittany and Tiffany. 

I knew I should sleep, but my mind was in overdrive. My work load was growing absurd and I easily spent twelve hours a day on my practice. Agnes assured me I was on the partner fast track. Work was becoming my life. I didn't date anyone since Ferry left. If it weren't for TV girls, I would have been officially classified as a monk. Well, a monk who liked to flash.

As the night grew deeper, I realized I also missed the thrill of exhibitionism. I exercised, but now the drapes were closed. I wondered if I would ever rediscover the excitement of having Artemis and Dido as my audience. I couldn't name what made me so excited about exhibitionism. I didn't consider myself a pervert. I would never expose myself to children or to anyone whom I didn't think would also enjoy it. Still, the jolt I got when I knew Artemis and Dido were watching me was as powerful a drug as I could imagine. Recalling the first time I got naked for Tiffany and Brittany I felt my dick grow hard.




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My thoughts circled back to Ferry. In this darkest hour I realized I loved her. Due to my own actions, I lost her. Yet, I still was drawn to exhibitionism. Soon, I couldn't think in a straight line.

It was well past three when I finally drifted off. Thank god I had both New Year's Eve and day off I felt I would be useless in the office.

To be continued.



Room w View Ch. 05



It was wedding day for Tiffany and Brittany. Even though I was only presiding, my stomach kept flopping. I had a light breakfast with the hope that some food would calm me. I dressed in my best dark suit, accented with a white shirt and red silk tie. With my notes in hand, I made sure I had the marriage certificate that I needed to sign to make the wedding official.

We were all scheduled to meet in the club room at ten-thirty and the ceremony would begin at eleven. I met the girls' parents for the first time. They seemed genuinely excited about their daughters marrying a woman. 

Henry, Brittany's brother, was going to be best man and Anu was the maid-of-honor. We did a casual run-through and were satisfied we knew what we were doing.

Soon the seats at one end of the room began to fill. The girls were expecting about thirty people. One of their friends was a harpist and she played soft music as people gathered. She would also play to accompany Tiffany as she walked down the make-shift aisle with her dad.

I was chatting with Henry when I saw a blond head in the corner of my eye. I turned to see Artemis moving toward the seats. Dido was walking with her.

I stopped talking so abruptly that Henry asked if I were feeling ok. I gave no reply and his gaze followed my eyes.

"Oh, yeah, Diana and Fanny," he said. "Don't blame you man. They are beyond hot. Jesus, I don't think I've ever seen two women that good looking. Mommy is hot, but daughter gets me really worked up. Wanna meet them?"

"Huh," I turned back to Henry. "Uh, no, not now. It's getting close to the start."

I snuck one last glance in the direction of the mother and daughter duo. Artemis, or maybe I should begin thinking of her as Diana, met my eyes. She stared and then her lips formed a small smile. 

"Christ, does she know I know?"

Just then the harpist began Pachelbel's Canon in D.

Brittany's father escorted her as she walked up to stand next to Henry. She was wearing a black dress with a high neckline and lace bodice. Her blond hair was woven into two long plaits and fastened up on her head. Her simple make-up complemented her fabulous facial structure. In short, she was beautiful.

We all turned as Tiffany and her father began walking toward us. She wore a simple white dress with an embroidered bottom. Her dark hair was swept up to expose a long and sensuous neck. Red lips and subtle blue eye shadow made her look like a voluptuous cherub.

They reached our make-shift altar. Her father lifted the simple veil she wore and kissed her. Each expressed their love for each other and he went to stand next to his wife.

Tiffany and Brittany held hands. I began.

A couple times I almost broke down, and most of those assembled could not hold back. It was so obvious that these two women were deeply in love.

Henry gave Brittany the ring and she placed on Tiffany's trembling finger. Anu then passed a matching one to Tiffany who slipped onto Brittany.

I pronounced them married and they kissed.

Applause broke out and a cheer went up.

They turned and waved to their families and friends. The harpist began Ode to Joy and they walked down to the rear of the room.

Anu hugged me and Henry shook my hand. We watched as a receiving line formed and the guests began to offer official congratulations.

I made my way to the bar set up in the corner and grabbed a flute of champagne. Henry opted for a beer. We both decided to skip the receiving line since we were so involved in the ceremony. We got our drinks and toasted.

"Hi, Henry."

I choked on my drink as I heard Artemis' sexy voice.

"Hey, Diana. You're looking beautiful as always. And, you, too, Fanny."

I froze in place.

"Kyle, I want you to meet great friends of Brittany and Tiffany. Hey, you all live here. Do you know each other?"

I turned to face the two women, one a younger carbon copy of the most beautiful woman in the world according to a few gossip mags.

"Diana Xavier and Fanny, this is Kyle Anders."

Diana extended her hand. I took it and felt a surge through my entire body. I was touching the woman of my erotic fantasies.

"Pleasure, Kyle. This is my daughter, Fanny."

We shook hands and I could see Fanny fighting the giggles.

"I gotta go and make nice with the parents," said Henry. "Catch you all later."

His exit left a void as all other sound in the room suddenly disappeared. I could only hear the blood rushing through my temples.

"So, Kyle," said Diana as she slipped her arm through mine and guided me away from the bar. Fanny followed holding two flutes. "How long have you known?"

My first instinct was to lie and pretend I didn't know what she was talking about.

The heat from her body infused my entire consciousness. Her perfume filled my nostrils and reached directly to my groin.

I faced her. "Thanksgiving."

She cocked her head. Taking a flute from Fanny, Diana sipped the amber bubbles. Her lips left a faint ruby mark on the rim.

I explained how I stumbled upon them.

"But, like you never said anything," said Franny.

"I didn't want to spoil what we had," I answered. "If you knew that I knew your identities, I was afraid you'd cut contact with me."

"And, you never told anyone?" asked Diana.

I shook my head.

"Never shared even one picture?"

"God, I'd never do that. Honest."

Diana sipped more of her champagne.

She smiled and leaned into me.

Her lips brushed my ear as her words escaped.

"I love your cock."

I became hard in an instant.

"Mom, what did you say?" asked Fanny.

"Just a little nothing," she cooed. "Why?"

Fanny's eyes drifted to my pants and Diana's followed. The bulge was obvious.

Diana slipped her arm back into mine, Fanny copied the movement on my other side.

"Let's go find a table to sit," Diana said.

Situated at one of the round tables, Diana asked Fanny to get us a plate of hors d'ouevres. 

"Thank you, Kyle."

"For what?"

"For keeping our confidence. I imagine you could have made a lot of money and gained some notoriety if you shared those pictures."

"I could never do that, Artemis. Uh, I guess I should now call you Diana."

"At least in public," she said. Her hand ran up my thigh and lightly touched the hardness contained under my pants.

"Oh boy," I moaned.

"You know, Kyle, our little times together, well not really together, but you know what I mean."

I nodded.

"Those times have been quite exhilarating," she said this softly as her fingers caressed my erection.

"In fact, they have been some of the most erotic moments of my life. You brought out the voyeur in me. I couldn't stop watching you."

I took a drink of champagne to combat the parched condition of my throat.

"It was so special to me, too."

Fanny arrived with two plates piled with canapés, a variety of cheeses and an assortment of crackers.

"God, mom, what are you doing. Kyle looks like he might pass out."

"Just chatting, dear."

Fanny noticed her mother's arm extending under the table.

"Get the fuck out!" she exclaimed in a quiet voice.

She slipped her hand underneath the table cloth only to find her mother's hand in my lap.

Fanny ran her fingers up and down my shaft.

"God, it's like steel."

"Mmm-hmm," said Diana.

"Do you still have those pictures?" asked Fanny as she let her fingers probe my nut sack.

I nodded, unable to form words.

"And, they're safe?" added Diana.

Again a nod.

"Good," Diana said.

"Heads up, the happy couple approacheth," said Fanny as she withdrew her hand.

Diana stood and one by one embraced Tiffany and Brittany.

"Oh, you are the most beautiful couple I have ever seen. I ruined two hankies just looking at you expressing your love. I am so happy for you," Diana said.

Fanny hugged them both and then all four were dabbing tears.

"What, no hugs from our minister?" asked Tiffany.

"Yeah, come on. We need a hug from you."

I slowly stood, trying to use my jacket to cover the tent.

I kissed Brittany but kept my body away from her.

"What's up? Just because I'm married doesn't mean you can't hug me."

She pulled me to her. I heard her gasp as our bodies met.

She stepped back and looked at me. I gave a weak smile.

Tiffany pulled me to her. She kissed me and hugged me tightly.

"Wow," she whispered. "Do weddings always have this effect on you?"

I kissed her again and stepped back.

Fanny and Diana were doing everything they could to contain themselves. 

Brittany noticed how they were behaving.

"What! Are you responsible for this?"

They couldn't hold it together any longer and exploded in laughter. People around the room turned to look at us. 

Finally gaining control, Diana said, "It's a very long story. Some night we'll have dinner and talk about it."

"It's a crazy world, Brit," said Tiffany.

"Sure as shit is," she answered as she took her spouse's hand and they moved on to greet other guests.

"Bet they won't get as warm a welcome from those others," said Fanny.

The three of us burst out and once more every head in the room turned toward us.

Henry, Anu and Shari asked to join us at our table. There was a simple, but elegant buffet, and after fixing plates we sat and talked while we ate.

Henry went for thirds and at the same time Diana and Fanny headed to the ladies room.

Anu turned to me.

"Tiffany and Brittany told us what you are trying to do for them."

My look of surprise must have made them quickly explain.

"It's ok, Kyle. We won't tell anyone else. We were discussing whether Shari and I wanted to have a family and all the risks that go with sperm banks, artificial insemination and all that. They confided on how they were approaching it."

"You are a special person, Kyle," said Shari. "They are so happy and so grateful."

"Well, they are special people." I smiled and added, "Not like it was a hardship or anything."

"Yeah, we figured that part out," said Anu with a grin.

"Actually," said Shari, "we wondered if we might talk with you about, well, you know."

I startled. 

"God, I don't know. Helping Tiffany and Brittany is one thing. But, I'm not sure if I should get involved beyond that."

"Don't want to be seen as a stud?" asked Anu.

"That's part of it. Don't take me wrong. I like both of you and you are beautiful and smart and everything else. But, I struggled with the whole absent fatherhood thing. You know planting a seed and then abandoning the fruit."

Both women nodded.

"Anyway, I'm flattered that you even think that I could serve in that way."

"We agree with Tiffany and Brittany. You have all the qualities we are looking for. You are a nice guy, smart and have no diseases. Kinda checks all the boxes."

"Thanks."

"So, will you at least think about it?" asked Anu. "Shari and I discussed it and I could easily make love with you."

I paused wondering if I should ask the obvious. I decided if I were to consider it, I had to know.

"Not to be crude, but has either of you ever been with a man?"

They looked at each other. Shari shook her head. Anu said, "a little bit."

"Well, when I was in college and between girlfriends and long before Shari, I met a guy. He was quiet, shy and socially awkward. We found ourselves sitting next to each other in a physics class and both of us were seriously over our heads. Thinking that two half-brains might add up to one, we started studying together. To our surprise we liked each other and became friends. Then, cliché that it is, we were drinking wine and sharing a j in his room. We got the giggles and fell against each other. The next thing I knew we were making out. To my even greater shock, I was enjoying it. Before I knew it, we were naked and our hands were going crazy."

Anu shot a glance at Shari and I felt she was sharing some new information.

"Well, we were really worked up. I saw him taking a condom from a box on his table. As he was opening it, I thought 'Wow, I'm going to fuck a guy.' He moved on top and I almost freaked out when he pushed it in. By that time, I figured what the hell and started humping back. It didn't last that long and I didn't cum, but I wasn't totally grossed out. Over the course of that semester, we did it about a half-dozen times. Right before the Christmas break I met a tall blond—yeah, I know I'm so predictable—and after the break, I broke up with him."

"You little minx," said Shari. "You had a guy. I guess you really do learn something new every day."

"I never meant to keep it from you," said Anu. "It was a long time ago, never meant much to me. And, since I met you, I've never thought about or wanted anyone else. I love you."

"I love you, too," said Shari.

They kissed, looked each other in the eyes and kissed again.

"So," Anu said turning her dark eyes toward me, "will you think about it?"

"I'll think, but no promises."

"That's all we ask. Thanks, Kyle."

She squeezed my hand. In spite of my best intentions, I imagined her small, tight, dark body naked underneath me. I wondered how dark her nipples were. Was she shaved? Would I be too big to fit inside her?

I snapped out of it as Diana and Franny returned to the table.

Henry announced that Brittany and Tiffany were about to cut the cake. We all gathered around a table with a double-layered cake on top. Holding the knife together, the women sliced through the thick icing. They cut a small piece and carefully fed each other, avoiding ruining each other's make-up.

A three piece combo began playing and Diana pulled me by the hand to the dance floor.

Slipping into my arms, she rested her head on my shoulder and we began to move with the music.

"I thought you were skiing in the Alps," I said while breathing in the intoxicating mixture of shampoo, perfume and woman. My cheek brushed against her short blond hair.

"We were," she replied. "We couldn't miss this wedding. Fanny and I adore Tiffany and Brittany."

"So, why didn't you tell me you'd be coming back?"

Diana raised her head. With even low heels on, we were eye to eye. "Figure it out, Kyle."

I ran various scenarios through my mind. One struck home.

"Oh," I said. "If you told me you were coming to the wedding, then I would know you'd be here and I might figure out who you were."

"Very good," she said and squeezed me close to her. "Alas, you were already a step ahead."

"Are you angry?"

Diana nestled her head closer to my neck.

"Actually, I'm relieved."

"How so?"

Diana moved her head and softly kissed my neck.

"Kyle, Fanny and I spent an inordinate amount of time discussing you." She laughed and continued. "I'm not saying it was time wasted, but we kept talking about if we should all meet. If we could go to dinner with you, as you asked? What would be the consequences of getting together? I wondered if there might be something beyond watching you naked and sending each other nude pictures.

Diana softly kissed my neck again. "I selfishly worried about my reputation if any of those pictures ever got into the public. So, much nonsense I now see."

I pulled back to look at her.

"Kyle, I now know you are true to your word. You've known who we are and never told a soul, never did anything to harm or embarrass us. Thank you, darling."

"Does that mean we can pick up where we left off?" I asked.

"Ah, now that is a totally other topic."

The music stop and still holding my hand we made our way back to our table. The other guests were also returning. Henry and Fanny had been dancing, as well as Shari and Anu.

Henry and I brought fresh drinks from the bar.

"Your sister and Tiffany look so, so happy," said Fanny.

"Yeah. They're totally in love. Even my parents can see it."

"Was that a problem?" asked Diana.

"In the beginning, a little. They sorta knew Brittany was not into guys. She never dated in high school or college. I think they tried to convince themselves that she was more interested in studying than sex."

He drank some of his beer and looked over at his parents.

"Then, Britty came home and came out. Not the best Christmas we ever had. They tried to be cool, but I could see Mom was really shaken. After her announcement, however, very little was ever said about her sexuality. I think my parents felt if we didn't talk about it, maybe it would go away."

"They came around at some point?" asked Diana.

"Funny how it happened," Henry said. "We were at a Fourth of July cookout in our town. Britty was visiting and we all just enjoyed having a good time. One of the neighbors, a real asshole, started spouting off about gay marriage. Our state was debating whether to legalize it. He was really being obnoxious and everyone could hear him. Finally he said something about he didn't want to live in a country that pulled down good folks in order to let degenerate fags and dykes pretend to marry each other."

Henry looked at Shari and Anu and shrugged an apology. They smiled, knowing it was not how he felt.

"So, my mother, who never—and I mean never—raised her voice or engaged in political discussions, walked up to him. She called him a stupid bigot. Well, that quieted the crowd. She said if two people loved each other it shouldn't make any difference what sex they were. And, if he felt threatened by same sex marriage, it might be because he didn't understand what it meant to be in love or to commit to another person. That last part was a real jab because almost everyone knew he was screwing his dental assistant. I mean everyone except his wife."

I saw Fanny looking intently at Henry as he became more animated.

"Well, the idiot didn't know when to just shut up. He said my mother didn't know what she was talking about. It wasn't normal for men or women to want to marry someone of the same sex. He then proclaimed all gays were disgusting and he'd never have anything to do with one."

Henry laughed to himself.

"That pushed my Mom's final button. She told him in that case that she and her family would be looking for a new dentist. She added that there were more than a few other families in town who had a gay member and they should also stop going to him.

"He looked at me and said, 'Henry's a fag?' My mother slapped his face and said, 'No, Brittany is a lesbian and I couldn't love her any more or be more proud of her. And, if you can't deal with that then go fuck yourself.' 

"Well, you could have heard a pin drop in the entire town. I mean my mother never ever said 'damn'. After a couple more seconds, my Uncle Peter started clapping. Soon everyone at the party was applauding and gathering around Mom to tell her how brave she was. Britty was crying like a baby and Dad kept trying to go after the stupid dentist. It was a hell of a Fourth of July."

We listened and almost as one turned to look at the dignified, well-dressed and coiffed woman with the silver hair who told a dentist to go fuck himself.

"Yeah, when Britty brought Tiffany around, we all fell in love with her. I mean who wouldn't. Mom and Dad were elated when the legislature passed the same-sex marriage bill and then Britty announced she and Tiffany were going to get married. I think the only concern they have is they might not have grandchildren."

I moaned internally wondering how they might take the next big news, if it came to that.

Franny put her hand on Henry's shoulder and said, "Well, you could always give them grandkids."

He laughed. "Yeah, if I could ever find anyone desperate enough to marry me. Hell, I'd settle for one just desperate enough to date me."

We all broke out laughing.

Fanny looked at him and said, "I can't see that being a problem."

Henry turned scarlet and looked at her. "Really?"

Fanny nodded and said, "Come on, let's dance some more."

Shari watched them onto the dance floor.

"I think there's romance in the air."




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Diana smiled and said, "Fanny always did fancy someone a little older." She slipped her hand on my dick as she spoke.

The rest of the day sped by. I danced with Tiffany, Brittany, Shari, Anu and Fanny. Although Fanny was reluctant to give up a dance with Henry. As the wedding drew to a close, the newlyweds made one last round for hugs and kisses and went back upstairs to their apartment.

Fanny announced she and Henry were going out clubbing.

"A little early for that," said Diana.

"Oh, uh, yeah," she said. "We might like stop at his hotel and relax a bit."

Fanny couldn't keep a straight face. 

Diana hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Be careful, sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you, too, Mom. Hey, see you later Kyle."

We hugged and in a second she and Henry were off.

"Relax for a while?" I said.

Diana laughed. "Yes, I think they might be giving a new meaning to that term."

"Does it bother you?"

"What? That my daughter is going to have sex with a very nice and attractive young man?"

I nodded.

"No, we are past all that. I had quite a few talks with her about life, sex, love and the difference among all of them. She's not a virgin and she's not reckless. I think Henry might be a very good match for her. He's quiet where she's exuberant. He's got a subtle and dry sense of humor and she is outrageous. There's a lot of depth in him, Fanny will dig that. I just hope he can deliver in bed. Fanny hasn't had many lovers, but she knows what she likes."

Diana looked at me and let her eyes travel over my body. "That's why our times with you were fun. She loved your cock."

She paused and leaned in for a light kiss.

"As does her mother."

"And does her mother need any refreshing on the stellar attributes of what she loves?"

"As a matter of fact she does," said Diana. Taking my hand we headed toward the elevator. "And, she needs it right now."

For the first time I was inside Diana's apartment. She had completely transformed the space when she put the two units together. Everything seemed spacious. Her taste, as I would have expected, was impeccable. From the colors, to furnishings and original art work, her apartment reflected beauty and sophistication. That was Diana.

She went to a wine cooler located in part of one wall of bookshelves. She retrieved a bottle of Krug Clos du Mesnil 2000. I had never heard of this champagne. She uncorked it and poured two flutes. 

It was like drinking effervescent atmosphere. I couldn't believe anything could taste like this.

We were standing in her living room, with only a few low lights. 

"You look handsome tonight."

"Thank you. You are beautiful. I guess you hear it all the time and I wish I had better words, but you are simply the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Diana tilted her glass my way and finished. She topped both of our flutes.

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Sure," I said. 

She slipped out of her shoes and sat on the couch, curling a long leg underneath her.

I sat opposite in a club chair.

"I've been voted all sorts of most beautiful. I say that not as a boast, because I've done nothing to earn it. I was born this way. I've never had plastic surgery, I don't believe in Botox. I am blessed with good genes. Thankfully, so is dear Fanny. I think she is much more attractive than I. God, I would hate for her to have to be compared to me and always be found wanting. That's why she goes by her father's mother's name and we use her nickname. No one will connect Aphrodite Xavier Corsini to Fanny Falcione.

"Anyway, at this point in my life I don't think about my face. I just take it for granted. I think that's one of the things that really excited me about you and me. You never saw my face. You got turned on by just having me look at you. For a long while, before we started sexting pictures, you never could even imagine my body. Yet, you were aroused."

"I think I could cum just listening to your voice," I said.

Diana laughed. "See, that's what I mean. I could have been five hundred pounds, but you liked talking with me."

"I liked talking with you," I said, "because I felt we became friends. We talked about so many things. Plus, you were a friend like when Ferry dumped me. You just stayed on the line and we talked and talked. You'll probably never know how much that meant."

"Kyle, I did it because I like you. I also felt we were friends. What's the term, 'Friends with benefits.' But, friends. Now, I know you found out who I was, but I never sensed a change. You were still the same Kyle. You probably don't understand how refreshing that was for me.

Diana ran her fingers through her hair. She looked around the room and then back at me.

"I've always had men wanting me. I say that not to glamorize myself, but to try to explain why what we have is special. Some men wanted me because I am beautiful. They saw only my face, my body. They created an image based on how I looked. Then, some wanted me because I was famous. I was the model on the cover of all those magazines. Everyone knew Di X. To them I was a trophy. They wanted to go to all the hot clubs and in spots. Everyone could see them with the famous model." 

Diana sipped her champagne. She smiled at me and began talking again.

"As I began to understand about the fashion business, I learned that the pile of discarded pretty faces was very, very high. Someday the photographer or editor would say, 'No, no, she is too old.' That day could come at twenty-five, thirty or, if lucky, thirty five. But no matter when, it would come. I did not want to be just another pretty face that no one wanted any more. So, I began to build a small business. I was lucky to have some good advisors, and soon I had a not so small business. Now, I had men wanting me because I was powerful, and, yes, because I was rich."

She smiled again at me.

"So, you are thinking, 'Poor, Diana. So beautiful and so rich.' Well, what I wanted was just to be a woman who could enjoy the company of a man without worrying what he really wanted. One day I look out my window and I see a young, handsome man. He is naked. He looks so good. I watch. Then, to my great surprise, I call him. To my greater surprise, we begin to develop a relationship. He does not know what I look like, how famous I am, how much power I have or if I am rich. He just likes to show me his body and talk with me. We laugh a lot. Kyle, do you know how rare it is to just be able to laugh with a man? So, that is why I, well, why I cherish what we have." 

"But, you were Artemis."

She nodded. "Yes, I was someone besides the great Di X for a while. And, a man found me interesting. Found me attractive for what I was, not who I was. I loved it."

We sat in silence sipping our champagne. Diana finished the bottle by splitting what was left between our two flutes.

"Now, what do we do?" she asked as she sat back down.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to love Artemis."

"I do."

"Not, Diana?"

"Don't really know her yet."

Diana stood and so did I.

I crossed the short distance and we embraced. I kissed her tentatively. She replied in the same fashion. I ventured my tongue. She moved her lips back and we stared at each other.

"I'm a lot older than you."

"Not all that much," I said. I pulled her head to me and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She made a small sound and began playing her tongue around mine. We stood there kissing for a long time. Our hands never moved from the back of the other's head. "Besides, I promise not to call you ma'am and I'll take it easy to accommodate your advanced age."

Laughing, Diana broke away. She moved back to the couch and sat.

"Strip for me, Kyle. Please."

I peeled off my coat and threw it on the chair. Slowly, I loosened my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it clear from my trousers. I slipped it off and tossed it atop my jacket. I inched my undershirt over my head and dropped it to the floor.

Diana stared at me in silence.

I knelt and untied each shoe. I pulled one, then the other free and removed my socks.

Standing, I undid my belt, opened my pants and let them fall. I stepped away from them and stood in front of her in black silk boxers.

As I hooked my thumbs in the waistband, she said, "Stop."

Diana put her feet on the floor and raised her butt from the cushion. She pulled up her black dress to expose the tops of her stockings secured by a garter belt. Her fingers disappeared in the darkness under her dress and emerged pulling a tiny black thong.

She eased back into the couch, spread her legs and let her hand venture into the black cave created by the fabric of her dress.

I could detect movement with her arm. She let out a long sigh.

"Continue," she said.

I pushed my boxers down, freeing my semi-hard cock. When they were completely off me, I spread my legs and stood in front of her.

Her arm continued to move. I could not see her hand or anything above the tops of her stockings.

"Touch yourself."

I took my dick in my hand and moved my fingers up and down my shaft. I felt the blood pushing the skin and filling me. 

"Don't get completely hard," she said.

"Hard to control," I replied.

"Then stop touching yourself and come here."

I walked to where she sat.

Diana kept her hand between her legs and bent forward.

"I've said this a lot, Kyle, but I love your cock."

She kissed my tip. With her free hand she lifted it and guided it into her mouth.

My knees went weak as I felt her warm cavity embrace my sex. Her tongue darted all around and she sucked softly. 

"I'm getting hard."

She pulled off and smiled. "Yes, I can tell. It's ok, I just wanted to start before it was completely erect. I love the sensation of a soft cock in my mouth."

Diana took me once again in her mouth and began moving up and down. She used her tongue to add exquisite pressure. I was slowly rocking to the rhythm she established. Her hand slipped onto my balls and probed until she isolated one nut. Pulling and squeezing it she upped the tension I felt. She kept me on the border of pain and pleasure. Sensing my unease, she released my nut and pulled her mouth off. 

Immediately I mourned the loss of the hot, warm home for my erection. Diana dropped her head and licked the ball she had just tormented. I spread my legs and she sucked it into her mouth. I couldn't help but moan out loud. After tonguing and sucking it without mercy, I was bouncing on my toes. 

Abruptly she released me. She pulled her hand from under her skirt and spread the aromatic moisture over the head of my dick. Taking my shaft she tilted it down and drew it into her mouth.

This time she was aggressive and moved me quickly to the edge. I let her know how close I was.

Pulling off, she said, "Give me everything you've got."

As soon as her lips found my cock-head, I plunged deep into her mouth. She gagged and then recovered. She grasped my shaft and guided me to a slow pumping. I felt her throat open and I was in. She sucked and stroked and I could hold back no longer.

Thrusting with my hips, I released the pent up desire and filled her mouth.

She swallowed and continued to pump me until I had nothing left and I began to deflate.

Standing, Diana pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her and felt her mouth open. I jammed my tongue in, tasting the remains of my deposit. She brought a wet finger and pushed it in. I tasted her strong essence, now mixed with the flavor of my own cum and her mouth. We kissed, holding each other around the waist, for a long time.

"Diana, that was..."

"No need to say anything, Kyle. In fact I always found actions speak louder than words."

Leading me by the hand we entered her bedroom.

Diana pulled down the covers on her large bed and flopped back. Staring at me, she hiked up her skirt revealing the thin blond strip and her full lips framed by the garter belt she still wore.

I dropped to my knees, pulled her to the edge of the bed and stared at her pussy. Controlling the urge to attack her swollen folds, I nibbled the inside of her thigh and worked my way up until I was near her pussy. I blew on her sex and then repeated my actions on her other thigh.

"This is very good, Kyle. I am now in your power." Diana let her head fall back on the bed and opened her legs even wider.

I traced her vulva with my finger enjoying the wetness that was everywhere.

I pushed my middle finger inside enough to cover the tip with her juice. I sucked it relishing the taste. I repeated my exploration and this time offered my finger to Diana. She greedily sucked it clean.

I could wait no longer. Licking slowly from taint to clit, I let my tongue explore the damp slit.

"Yes," breathed Diana.

I licked harder and faster. Lifting her butt, I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could and tongue-fucked her until Diana responded with a groan and thrusts of her hips. Dropping her ass back onto the bed, I pushed her clit hood back and took the hard bud between my lips. She pushed even harder. I sucked it and played it with the tip of my tongue. Diana thrust harder. I finally took it in between my teeth and bit.

"Oh, fuck," she said as a spasm wracked her body. I felt a trickle of liquid move past my mouth and she shuddered again.

I eased off her clit.

"Fuck me now, Kyle."

I moved up and kissed her. She licked her own essence from my mouth and chin.

"I don't have protection."

"I am clean," she said. "And, my tubes are tied. Are you sure you're clean?"

"I know I am," I told her.

"I trust you, Kyle."

I placed my tip at her opening. She slipped her long legs around my waist.

I eased my head past her warm lips.

"That feels good," she said.

I went all the way in with a long push.

"Fucking shit," she cried.

I began a steady stroke. She responded with hip thrusts as her legs squeezed me tightly.

Knowing I could last a little longer than normal because of her blow job, I picked up the pace. I was going at her hard. She was grunting with every thrust. 

I kept up this pace until I heard her moans come faster and the pitch rise. I rode her as fast as I could. I was almost worried I might be hurting her, but she kept saying, "Yes. Yes."

"Kyle, I'm almost there."

Resting on just one arm I took her hard clit in my free hand and pinched.

Diana screamed and squeezed her legs so hard I could hardly breathe. I could feel her vagina contract around my cock, stopping my thrusting. She shook her head back and forth and finally gave one last, huge thrust with her hips and went limp.

I took my hand from her clit as her legs fell to the bed. I was still hard and rolled onto my back while keeping my dick inside her. She lay on top of me. I felt small contractions of her vagina and could feel her pounding heart.

Diana kissed my cheek and said, "Beautiful"

She rested her head on my shoulder. In seconds she was sleeping.

Ten minutes later Diana stirred.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Never been better," I said as I ran my hands up and down her thighs and butt.

"I need to clean up," she said.

"Me too."

"Shower?"

"Reading my mind," I said.

We went into her bathroom. Diana took off her clothes and we stepped into her large walk-in shower. Her body was even more amazing in person than it appeared in the pictures she sent. I took a long time soaping up every inch. Her medium breasts felt right at home in my hands. In spite of our lovemaking a short time ago, she responded to my touch and kissed me.

She washed my once again erect dick.

"God bless young men," she cooed as she planted a series of tiny kisses up and down my shaft.

Finally admitted that we were totally clean, we toweled dry and went back to bed.

"I hate to leave such a beautiful thing in this condition," Diana said as her hand touched my erection, "but I need to sleep."

"Would there be any chance of some more when you wake up?" I asked playfully.

"Lots more, babe, lots more."

We pulled the covers over us, turned out the light and spooned until we both drifted off.

I had no idea what time it was when I felt a chill.

Opening my eyes, I looked at covers bunched below my knees. I refocused and saw a shadow near the bed.

"Hi, Kyle," she whispered

"Hi, Fanny," I replied equally quietly.

"Just got home," she said.

"Checking to see if your mom is all right?"

"Checking something for sure."

"That's cute."

"Can I snuggle?"

Frozen in indecision, I made no sound.

"Of course, you can," said a sleepy voice behind me.

"Thanks, mom."

Fanny was naked in seconds and crawled in facing me.

"So...?"

"What?" I asked.

"Duh! How was it?"

"Fanny, a man doesn't..."

"Fantastic, sweetie," said Diana. "I think Kyle is too much of a gentleman to talk about it."

"Cool," said Fanny as she leaned in and kissed me.

"Aren't you going to ask me about my night?" she said.

"Since you are home at, let's see, 12:30, I'd say so-so," Diana said.

"Actually, I had a blast. Henry is funny and nice."

"But?"

"Well, this is going to sound strange, but he didn't want to have sex on the first date. How's that for something completely new?"

"Maybe he's gay like his sister?" offered Diana.

"No, he was hard and swore he wanted me, but I think it's just like a personal code or something."

The conversation was bouncing over my body from one naked beautiful woman to the other. The feeling of Diana's breasts in my back and the contact with Fanny's thighs in the front made me feel like I was not totally neglected.

"Disappointed?" asked Diana.

"No, just horny?" Fanny said and laughed.

"Too bad," said Diana. "Not to rub it in, but I'm not."

"Lucky you. Would you mind if I at least touched Kyle?"

"No, but that would be up to him."

Fanny kissed me again, "Kyle?"

"Fanny, you are so beautiful and so sexy that it freezes my brain. I am not, however, going to have sex with you."

"I get that, Kyle. And, I'm happy that you and mom seem to have hit it off. I just want to touch you. I mean all the times I looked at you, it just makes me want to feel what I've seen."

I kissed her forehead and said, "This is only going to happen this one time."

"Ok."

Fanny ran her hand over my chest, across my abs and settled on my not so soft dick.

She explored it's length, hefted it and evaluated its girth and then slipped her hand on my nuts. By this time, I was totally erect. She stroked my softly and slowly.

"This is better than I imagined," she said.

"Amen," said Diana.

"Thanks, Kyle. But, would it totally freak you out if I kissed it?"

"Fanny, I just made love to your mother. I don't want to engage in any sexual activity with you."

"Just this once, promise," she said.

Diana stroked my back and said, "It's ok, Kyle."

She kissed me again pulling her body tight to mine. I felt her small breasts push into my chest. She released her hand and ground her trimmed pussy against my shaft. Slowly, she caressed her way down my body. As her nose grazed my erection, her hand circled me. With her other hand cradling my balls, she took my tip within her lips. I flinched. Opening her mouth, she guided me deep inside her. I could feel her tongue moving around my shaft as her hand played with one nut.

"Fanny, that's enough."

She sucked me hard and with a loud pop pulled off.

"Not nearly enough if you ask me," she said. Kissing me on the mouth, she again pushed her long tight body hard against mine. My hands found her butt and I held her close.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

Diana said yes.

Fanny rolled over and backed into me. My erection nestled between her butt cheeks. "And, now I'm supposed to just go to sleep?" I wondered. Amazingly, I did.

Awaking the next day, I was now spooning Diana and Fanny had her butt pressed up against mine. Keeping still, I tried to reconstruct how I ended up in bed with the world's most beautiful woman and her incredible daughter. My semi became a hard-on. Diana stirred at the new sensation in her backside.




Room w View Ch. 05



"Morning," she said over her shoulder.

I kissed her naked shoulder and reached around to cup a breast. "Morning."

"Finally, you guys are awake," said Fanny. "It's time to get up."

Chuckling Diana said, "Kyle's way ahead of you."

"Huh? Oh, you mean..." she spooned me and reached between Diana and me.

"Ah, isn't that a lovely way to greet the day?"

"Yes it is, dear. And, why don't you run along and start breakfast for us. We'll be out in a bit."

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I felt Fanny move off the bed. 

"Can't wait 'til I grow up and can play like the adults," she said in a mock little girl voice.

She moved around holding her clothes from last night. I drank in every inch of her long, naked body. I thrust between Diana's thighs.

"Run along, dear, you're making the poor boy crazy."

Fanny laughed and left the bedroom.

"Now, are you just going to tease me with that thing or do you have a plan?"

I rolled on my back and pulled Diana on top.

"He's ready. Are you?"

Diana kissed me and thrust her tongue deep in my mouth. At the same time she lifted her hips and my dick sprung up. She moved up my body and rose up higher until I felt her pussy rub my tip. She broke our kiss and sat up. Reaching between her legs she aligned me perfectly and sat down. 

I was inside her with one smooth thrust. 

"Aah."

She rested her hands on my chest and began to move. I played with her breasts as she found a rhythm that worked for her. With her eyes closed, Diana moved herself steadily to her climax. Feeling her contract around my shaft I reached my limit and released.

Diana collapsed on top of me; two sweat-covered bodies breathing in unison.

"Shower, then breakfast," she said and kissed me.

Within ten minutes we sat in the kitchen and enjoyed the pancakes Fanny whipped up. I wore my boxers and tee shirt, while Diana was wrapped in a silk robe. Fanny was wearing sweat pants from her college and a hoodie.

"So, what's the plan for today?" asked Fanny.

Diana sipped her coffee and looked at me. I nodded.

"I think Kyle and I are going to hang around here," she said.

"Does the image of bunnies come to mind?" Fanny asked.

We all laughed. 

"So, what about you?"

"Actually, Henry texted me. He wants to go the park and skate."

"Cute," Diana said.

"Yeah, but I count this as a second date and so maybe I can get his pale body in the sack."

"Good luck," Diana said. We offered to clean up and Fanny went to get ready.

We were sitting in the living room and enjoying the gas fire, when Fanny reappeared. She wore tight jeans, a pink turtleneck covered by an Irish-knit sweater. Her blond hair was tucked under a pink beret. 

"If Henry has a pulse, he's going to be a very happy guy," I said.

"Let's hope so," Fanny said and kissed her mother's cheek.

I stood and we hugged. She kissed my lips and grabbed my buns. 

"You kids have fun and be careful," she said as she closed the door.

Diana turned to me. "Up for some careful fun?"

"Don't look forward to the careful part," I replied.

"Then, let's just fuck our brains out."

"I love the poetic way you talk."

True to her word we spent the next four hours in bed. We technically still had our brains in our heads, but mine was numb with pleasure. My dick was also sadly numb and limp.

Diana was placing tiny kisses up and down the soft thing.

"Is he permanently damaged?"

"No, he's a good soldier. Just on a short furlough."

"Glad to hear it," she said and took me inside her mouth. In spite of seeing her lush lips surrounding my dick, there was no response.

"Hmm," she said. "I thought you young guys could go forever."

"Five climaxes in one afternoon is forever."

"Ok, then how about food?"

"Love it."

"I'll call for takeout. Chinese ok?"

"Diana, it's New Year's Day. Either nothing's open or the wait will be hours."

She looked at me as a mother does to a dull child.

She grabbed her cell and told Siri to call "Lilac Blossom."

"Lan, Diana."

"Good and Happy New Year to you. I don't suppose you could possibly have some food sent over."

Diana played with my nipples as she spoke. "Oh, I wouldn't want you to..."

She listened some more and slipped her hand lower.

"That is so sweet."

Cupping my balls she let the man talk.

"Oh, use your judgment. Make it for three people. You can just have someone leave it with the desk. Please put it on my account and I insist you add 30%."

Diana moved to rub her pussy along my thigh.

"No, I insist. Thank you, Lan."

Diana climbed on top of me. Somehow her body brought life back to the dead.

"See, being the most beautiful woman in the world has its benefits." As she glided her pussy along my shaft, she called the desk to alert them to the delivery and asked if they would bring it up.

"I think I detect something that's already up," she said as she wiggled her pussy along my erection.

"Must be part zombie," I said. "The dead are walking."

"I am not going to cut off his head," she said as she guided me into her damp opening. "Maybe, I can see what smothering him does."

Diana's gasped her latest orgasm just as the doorbell rang. She rose and tied her robe around her.

Minutes later she called me to the kitchen. Her robe lay on the couch. Naked, we sat at the counter and enjoyed a delicious array of exotic tastes.

We were finishing with the last of our cold beers, when Fanny breezed in.

"Jesus," she cried out as she saw our naked bodies. "Have you no shame?"

"Lilac Blossom," was Diana's reply.

"Ooh,' Fanny replied and dumped her coat and sat at the counter.

"We worked up quite the appetite," Diana said. "How hungry are you?"

"Obviously not as much as you. I'd say I whetted my appetite."

"Sorry."

"No need," she said as she piled noodles and chicken on her plate. "I really like him. I think I'm beginning to understand the up side to waiting."

"Possibly," said Diana, "but you don't have a lot of time."

Fanny nodded as her chopsticks shoveled food in her mouth.

"Why?" I asked.

"I was going to tell you, Kyle. We're leaving for Paris on Sunday night."

My heart sank. That was only three days away.

"Fanny's school starts at the beginning of February and I have to be there for business. We will get some more skiing in, too."

"I'm going to miss you."

Diana smiled and said, "Well, we'll just have to make the best of the time we have, won't we."

Just the thought of days of making love to her had its effect. I stood and both women stared at the hard thing in front of them.

"I'll be in your bedroom needing serious consoling," I said.

"I am known for my bedside manner," said Diana.

"God, I'm going to my room and jam buds in my ears," said Fanny, affecting a fake pout.

After a few minutes alone in Diana's bed, she appeared. Standing naked in front of me, she fingered herself until her breath caught in her throat.

"Prepare to be consoled," she said as she began to crawl up the bed to me. The rest of the afternoon proved her abilities.

Fanny joined us in bed again at night. In the morning I was up early and searching for clothes. I had to get to work. 

"Come over for dinner tonight," said Diana.

""Probably won't be before 7 or 8," I replied pulling on my boxers.

"It's ok, we'll eat when you get here."

After dressing I bent to hug and kiss her.

"Me, too," said Fanny.

I kissed her and she hugged me. 

As I left the room, the two women had fallen back in the bed and their eyes were closed.

For the first time since Ferry left, I was looking forward to the end of the day. I found myself snapping at my legal assistant and generally being a pain in the ass. I wrapped up for the day around 7:30. Calling a cab, I cursed every red light on the way home. I rushed upstairs, stripped, showered and dressed casually. Within ten minutes Fanny was answering the door to their apartment.

Hugging me, she welcomed me in.

"Thank god you're here," she said as she led me into the living room by the hand. "Mom has been a B-I-T-C-H all day long. Please fuck her brains out tonight."

"Sorta what I had in mind," I answered.

Fanny stopped and kissed me. She had a strange look.

"What?"

"Just wondering what would have happened if I made the first move instead of Mom."

"Guess we'll never know," I said as I brushed her face with my hand.

"Guess not," she said and ran her hand over my crotch.

"Fanny, stop molesting him and come in here."

We smiled at hearing Diana's voice.

"Just warming him up," she said as we entered to find Diana lighting the candles on the table.

"Not necessary, dear." Diana was wearing a long cream colored robe. The material clung to her body, outlining the sensuous curves of her body.

"Uh, definitely not necessary," I said.

Fanny slapped my butt and said, "Go, boy, go."

We did take time to enjoy dinner together. Fanny offered to clean up and Diana and I were naked in bed before the first dish hit the sink. 

Between an endless shitload of work in the office, spending the evening and nights in Diana's bed and fighting the constant flirting and teasing from Fanny, I thought I would not last the next few days. Being a trooper, I managed to survive—with a smile on my face.

They had a car to take them to the airport. After loading their luggage, Diana invited me to ride with them. She said the car would take me home. I sat between them as we traveled to the airport.

Diana kept the conversation light and humorous. In spite of her efforts, I was beginning to become depressed thinking that they would be gone. I would be alone again. This time, however, I would be missing the physical contact and the emotional connection I'd made with Diana and Fanny.

Sensing my mood, Diana pulled my hand into her lap. "Think you could get away and visit us in France?"

With the impending takeover of two new companies for my client, I doubted if I could find a way. I told Diana the cold facts.

"Well, we must talk all the time. I'll call."

"And, I'll send pictures," said Fanny.

We all laughed. 

"Will you be sending any of those to Henry?" I asked.

"Nah. I think it would freak him out. But, I think I convinced him to come visit. If he doesn't fuck me in Paris, then all is hopeless."

As the car pulled into the airport, Diana leaned her head on my shoulder. The car stopped and Diana asked Fanny to get out and help the driver with the luggage.

"Kyle, these last few days have been wonderful," she said. "You've made me feel alive. I can't thank you enough."

"Why do I feel you're leading up to something."

"Kyle, I cannot change our ages. I am a lot older than you. I know you say it does not matter, but it does. I also have a hectic life that demands I travel a lot. In the best of both our worlds, I may see you once in the next six months. You are young and have a life in front of you. You must follow that life and not hold back because of us."

I started to protest, but Diana kissed me into silence.

"Maybe something will work out, but if not, I want you to know that you have touched me like no other man. Thank you."

"Thank you, Diana." The tears were beginning to roll down my cheeks.

"And, remember, Kyle," she said, "I still think you should try one more time with Ferry. I believe that really could be your future."

"Diana, I..." I choked back another sob.

"Diana, I love you."

"Kyle, I love you, too. But, love has many faces. For now, let's just leave it at one week of such intensity that it will color our lives. I'll call you."

Diana kissed me and slipped out of the car. I started to follow but she motioned me to stay. Fanny stuck her head back in and saw the state I was in.

"Kyle, what...?"

I shook my head. She crawled in and hugged me. After a moment, she kissed me. "We'll be together again, Kyle. I know it."

"I love you, Fanny."

"Yeah, I know," she said and flashed her brilliant smile. "I love you, too. Even though you resisted all my charms."

"Take care," I said and she backed out.

"You, too, Kyle." The door closed.

The driver climbed into the front seat and in a few seconds the women were disappearing behind me.

To be continued



Room w View Ch. 06



Work strung me out. I was so busy that I barely had time to dwell on missing Diana and Fanny. To be honest, I missed the easy way that Diana and I could talk with each other as much as I missed the sexual thrill of exhibitionism. Ok, that's not true. But, I did miss talking with Diana. Since she was traveling all the time, we rarely could make the time difference work. 

Fanny was also five time zones away and busy with her school work, classes and enjoying Paris with her young friends. I didn't blame her for not communicating regularly. Still, I missed her funny take on life and, guy that I am, her sexy voice and her appreciation of my standing naked so she could see me.

So, at night their ghosts haunted me. I resisted the single malt in my cupboard fearing it would be too easy to slip into drinking my blues into oblivion.

When Diana could call, we tried to reestablish our previous relationship. But even though we both looked forward to our time on the phone, we both realized that something had changed. Our conversation in the cab finally sunk in. Diana was wise and knew that a future together was not going to happen. She also knew that I could not hide away from life nor could I rely on her for my sexual needs. Still, I missed her and held incredible memories of our hours in bed. 

Fanny, although short on actual conversations, helped by sending me a steady stream of selfies from Paris. Some were cute as she posed with famous landmarks in the background. Many times she posed with her new friends. Others were special as she shared pictures of her lovely breasts and pussy with me. The best were when she would combine the two. One of my favorites was a selfie with the Eiffel Tower in the background and her left breast peeking out from her shirt in the foreground. Fanny asked for some pictures of my dick, both hard and soft. I complied and she said her new friends enjoyed them as well. She responded by sending me a selfie with her new best friend. They were standing in front of a window with the skyline of Paris in the background. The best part was they both were topless. I dwelt on Fanny's familiar small breasts and her friend's large ones. The irony was that instead of making me feel closer to her these pictures only made me feel the separation even more.

It was almost the end of January and my sublet was ending in a month. Not looking forward to searching for a new apartment, I procrastinated and refused to face reality. 

I was talking to Diana about my need to find a new apartment when she offered to have me live in her unit. As much as I wanted to be close again, in my gut I knew that was not the right thing. I thanked her and said I would think about it. We both knew I would not accept.

It was a Saturday night and I was lower than usual. I hadn't seen Tiffany and Brittany much since their wedding. A number of their friends had been entertaining them at small celebratory dinners. The bottle of scotch was calling out to me when my cell buzzed.

Recognizing Tiffany's number, I answered. 

"Hey, Tiff, how're you doing?"

"Great. Are you busy?"

"No, not really."

"Can we come up?"

"Sure."

Soon there was a knock and I let the girls into the apartment. They rushed in and hugged me. The look in their eyes told me something was up.

"Do you guys want a drink? I've got some champagne." I had pulled out the bottle and held it up.

Tiffany eyed the champagne. "Do you have any orange juice?"

"You want a mimosa," I said.

"No. I'm not drinking alcohol right now."

"What? You love champagne. Why are you..."

Then it hit me.

"You mean?"

Tiffany jumped in my arms. "I'm pregnant, Kyle. I'm having a baby. Thank you." She kissed me. I squeezed her and opened my arms to welcome Brittany. I kissed her and we shared a three-way hug.

I felt tears forming in my eyes. They noticed and sobbed. We then began laughing and crying at the same time.

"Tiffany, I am so happy for you. You two will make the best parents in the world."

We remained in a group hug. Tiffany said they could never thank me enough. She and Brittany then placed their hands on my crotch. "We also want to thank this guy," said Tiffany. "He was such a star."

"Well, I can say with no hesitation, that he was pleased to be of service." We broke apart and each of them kissed me tenderly. I fondly recalled making love to Tiffany while a naked Brittany looked on. Then I remembered the one time Tiffany and I were alone and screwed our brains out. I especially liked to replay that scene in my mind.

I poured two glasses of champagne and one of orange juice. We toasted, hugged and cried. 

"We have other news," said Brittany.

"It's going to have to go some to top this news."

They shared a look and suddenly they were serious. "We're moving to California," said Tiffany, her eyes filling once again.

A gut punch. 

"Why?"

"Brittany has a new job anchoring the early evening news on the top station in San Francisco. It's a major opportunity and a huge career step."

"Congratulations, Britt."

"Thanks. We're really excited. I mean the chance to be in such a major market is great. Plus, San Francisco is much more gay-friendly. I told the station management about Tiff and me, and that we were expecting. They are totally supportive. Half the station is gay and they said their audience will be really into the whole back story. So, there's so much going for us, we just have to move. Also, Anu and Shari are there, so we've got immediate friends."

I was nodding and understanding the truth of what they were saying. The east coast was still more uptight about same sex marriages, especially in public personalities. 

"Aren't you happy for us?" asked Tiffany.

"Oh, I am. Really. It's just that, well, I'm going to miss you."

"We'll miss you, too, Kyle," said Tiffany. She came over and sat on my lap. "We both love you to pieces. You have been the best friend to us. And, you are the father of our baby. Kyle, you will always be an important part of our lives."

Tiffany squeezed me. I knew I had to put aside my thoughts about losing them and join their excitement.

"Congratulations. I know this is going to be the best. Are you going to work, Tiff?"

"The station offered me a weekend shift for weather. I'll probably take it until I look like the freaking Goodyear blimp. They're paying Britt an obscene amount of money, so we'll get by."

"Great. Hey, get a big place so I'll have somewhere to crash when I visit."

"Deal," said Tiffany.

"Speaking of apartments," chimed in Brittany, "the only snag is our lease is not up until June and they want me out there in two weeks. I can probably push it a bit, but I definitely have to be there by the end of February. If we can't sublet, we'll be stuck with the rent."

"I'll take it," I said.

"What?"

"Your apartment. My sublet is up in February. I love this location, so you can sublet to me until the end of your lease. Then, I can decide to take over the lease or move. Were you taking your furniture?"

Brittany said they were not since the only place they could find on short notice was a furnished unit.

"Perfect," I said. "I might change the pink sheets, but other than that it will work."

After a round of hugs and another toast, we sealed the deal. Son they left to begin the task of packing and planning for their move. Standing by my living room window, I wondered if Diana would still be able to see me when I moved downstairs. Maybe that part of our relationship was over. With that dark thought combined with the shock that the girls were leaving, I crawled into bed in a major funk. To combat my mood I pulled up the pictures that Diana and Fanny had sent me. Instead of cheering me up, they only served to remind me of what I feared I had lost.

In the next couple days, I spoke with the apartment building management and they had no problem with the proposed arrangement. I even was able to convince the housekeeper to give me a day a week. At least part of my personal life was holding together.

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***

Before I knew it, Tiffany and Brittany moved out. We had one last dinner in my place and one last big sob-fest. I moved in a couple days after they left. Although their taste was strong on feminine, it was good taste. I bought some new bed linens and added a few other touches to bring the pinkness down. All in all I felt that my personal life was coming back into some order.

Work was another story. Jerome, our client, was on a buying binge, zeroing in on two large regional insurance companies in the mid-west. In addition, he had his staff sizing up a chain of hotels, also centered in the mid-west. In addition to Martin and myself, who were leading the legal work, there was another partner along with two other associates, three paralegals and varied support staff working on the engagement. All this activity led to a meeting in Agnes office.

I arrived to find her and Martin going at it. They pulled back their fangs when Agnes's assistant announced me. Martin was now acting partner in charge of mergers & acquisitions. Billy the Kid had a stroke a month ago. His illness was severe enough that the management committee was sure he could not return and gave Martin temporary responsibility for the division. The problem being that basically Martin is an idiot. He has survived by trying to bully people and riding on the talents of the associates. I had a feeling that Agnes was not a big supporter of him.

"Kyle, come in and sit down," said Agnes. Martin just glared in my direction.

One thing you learn in a big law firm is that there is no small talk. Time is money and billable hours are a limited commodity.

"As you know, Barton Industries is sitting on a pile of cash and Jerome is itching to spend some. In addition to the deals you've been working on, he called yesterday with at least three more ideas. We're thinking we should open a small office in the mid-west to be closer to the action and to let Jerome know we are on top of things. Since his main residence is in Iowa, we also want to be close to him."

"Don't count me in on the 'we'" snarled Martin. "For the record, I think it is a fucking stupid idea and will just cost us money."

"Yes, Martin, the management committee is more than aware of your position," said Agnes calmly, but I could see the fire in her eyes.

"So, we have begun to look at Chicago and Kansas City. We should have a decision from our facilities team in a week. In the meantime, I would like you to consider going to the location we choose and set up our new location."

"Me?" I said. "Shouldn't that be a partner doing that?"

"Exactly what I said," growled Martin.

"Kyle, I'm prepared to offer you a partnership. I know it is early, but you have shown remarkable talent. You have pulled some mighty big rabbits out of your hat." She shot a glance at Martin. I was beginning to realize that perhaps Agnes knew about Martin's fuck-ups and how I corrected his mistakes.

Martin scowled and turned his head.

"Agnes, I don't know what to say. I mean I am honored. But, becoming a partner is a big step. I don't have the funds to buy into my share."

Martin nodded and smirked.

"Kyle, you would be a junior partner. The buy-in is $75,000. If you make full partner in a few years, the additional buy-in is $150,000. Because of your short tenure with the firm, this will be a tentative offer of full partnership. If things don't work out in the next two years, we will rescind the offer. You will get your initial buy-in returned."

"Agnes, I simply don't have that sort of money now. You know what I make and my family doesn't have those types of resources."

"Yes, I know. So, here's what we are proposing. If you can come up with $25,000, we will loan you the rest, at a rate lower than market. Since you will be a partner, you will earn about twice what you're making now. With bonuses, which I'm sure you will merit, you can handle the loan no problem. Over the next few years, Kyle, I expect you will be earning enough to afford full partnership in a short time. Besides, I bet you have a good chunk of that $15,000 bonus you earned in December."

I thought "should I or shouldn't I?" I recalled how Martin talked about Ferry in a degrading fashion.

"$10,000," I said.

"What?"

"The bonus was $10,000, and believe me I really appreciate what you all did for me. Martin told me how he had to pressure the CFO to grant it."

Knife inserted, twisted and pushed in as deep as possible.

Agnes looked at Martin. He ignored her stare and glowered at me. I better continue to prove myself or he would eat me alive and shit me out all over the city.

"Jesus, Agnes, I didn't know you were giving the fucking store away," barked Martin, obviously trying to divert attention from the stink bomb I just launched.

I could see Agnes stiffen. With a deadly smile, she said, "Martin, the management committee didn't feel the need to obtain your approval in this matter. And, you and I now have a little matter to discuss." She paused and in a cold, low voice said, "In private and today."

"Ah, bullshit, Agnes, the kid got more than he deserved. And, why the fuck did the committee believe they didn't need my consent?" he said. "Anders will still be reporting to me."

"No, Martin, he will not. As the managing partner of our new mid-west office, he actually will be reporting to me. Just as you do."

Martin sat back. It was beginning to sink in. 

"You little fucker, Anders. I knew you were after my balls. Well, good fucking luck."

Agnes stood quickly and we all followed.

"Martin, that was crude and unnecessary. Remember we are all a team here. We all share in the same goal...to make this firm the best in the country. I expect you will continue to want to be part of this exciting time. If not, well, you know there are always other options."

Martin stood with his mouth open and his face crimson. Finally, his little brain kicked in.

"Right, Agnes, of course. Hey, Kyle, let me know if there is anything I can do to help."

He left and Agnes asked me to stay.

"Sorry, Kyle. That was both unpleasant and uncalled for. I hope you will consider our offer. I apologize on the miscommunication regarding your bonus. I don't know exactly what happened, but I will find out. So, I will reduce your downpayment by the five thousand that you should have received. I hope that will help."

"Thank you, Agnes, that is really generous."

"Well, we really want you to start this new venture. I think being on your own and reporting to me would be something you would want."

I got the picture. If I said no, I would be back reporting to Martin, who would now do everything in his power to screw me over. I gained a whole new appreciation for Agnes' skills at getting what she wanted.

"So, will this office just be to serve Barton Industries?"

"Oh, no. We want to build a full-service office. We see a big opportunity with it. I expect you to find some local attorneys to bring on-board and begin to build a practice. We will temporarily assign some good people from here in certain areas to get you started, but within a couple years, we expect the office will be a nice profit center."

This was both a fabulous opportunity and a swim through shark-infested seas. I hoped I could keep my head above water.

"Will I relocate to the mid-west?" I was thinking about the deal I just made for the sublet of the girls' apartment.

"Why don't you just find a little spot out there? We'll pick up the cost. I still want you back here to work on the Barton projects on the east coast. I am putting all of Barton business under your direction. Also, although you won't be an official member of the management team, I want you to attend our monthly meetings and give updates. So, it will be almost half and half between here and there."

"Agnes, I appreciate this opportunity..."

"I hope you're not going to turn it down, Kyle."

"Can I ask you a direct question?"

"But, of course." I heard her words, but still knew I was treading around a big sinkhole.

"Why me? I mean I've not even been here a year. There are other associates who have been here longer and have more experience than I do. There are partners who would kill to have this opportunity."

"But you also have your masters in finance," said Agnes. "That counts for a lot."

"Agnes, cut the bullshit. Masters degrees are a dime a dozen in this firm. You have two and a Ph. D."

She laughed.

"Kyle, you are practically answering your own question. We want you for two simple reasons. First, I believe you can do it. You're smart, aggressive, ambitious and have great insights. You are just the type we want to start a new office."

"Thanks. And, the second reason?"

"Jerome Barton would not have it any other way."

"I thought our firm didn't like clients having so much influence over our operations."

"We fucking hate it, Kyle."

I had never heard Agnes swear before and my face must have shown it.

"Shocked you, did I? Well, it's true I fucking hate having a client exerting so much influence over us. It makes my stomach boil. But, Kyle, when we are billing that client in excess of five million a year, and we can conceivably double that in the next two years, we can swallow a lot of bile. Make no mistake, though, I would not recommend you if I did not think you could do it. Just don't make me look like an ass. Martin and some of the management team will be looking for every opportunity to shove this up our collective asses. You fuck up, and we both could be shopping our resumes around."

I knew Agnes was looking for an answer and wanted it right now.

I stood and extended my hand. "Agnes, I am honored. Let's get this going."

Agnes called for her assistant. "Judy, will you please call Annie and have her meet with Kyle. And, please call Martin and ask him to come up." She showed a smile cold enough to drop the temperature on the east coast. "Please tell him I'm expecting him right away."

The changes came quickly. Later that morning I was moved into a new office. It was Martin's old office since he took over Billy the Kid's space. I worried that this was another round of office politics and a way for Agnes to stick it to Martin, but I didn't have time to worry too long. Annie, my new assistant, appeared at my door.

"Mr. Anders, can we talk?"

We sat around the small conference table.

"I only worked for Martin for about a year," she said. 

I nodded.

She nervously looked around the room and fidgeted with her fingers.

"Annie, let me close the door."

Sitting back down, I said. "Just say what you want to say. Let's start out being honest with each other."

"That's just it," she said, trying hard to keep her emotions in check. "I'm not sure I want to work here."

"Mr. Anders..."

"Kyle, please."

"Kyle, I thought this would be like a dream job. I have my bachelors in communications, but I chose to work here because I thought it would be exciting. Everyone knows this firm's reputation and being in M&A sounded like I'd be in the middle of really interesting deals. I even thought I could put my communications skills to good use. You know, helping with memos and drafting correspondence."

I nodded.

"Well, and I don't want to speak badly about anyone, but it really hasn't been like that."

"Annie, let me stop you there. I don't want to know what it was like working for Martin. I can only imagine, believe me. I am not Martin. I am definitely not Martin."

Annie kept her eyes on me and swallowed hard.

"First, I want, no, I need an assistant who's smart and will help me. I make mistakes, lots of them. I think fast and sometimes my writing lags far behind my thoughts. So, if you can make sense out of my half-formed sentences, then I will embrace you. Uh, figuratively speaking, that is. If you are good as you say, then we will be a great team. If not, I will suggest you find another opportunity. Ok?"




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She nodded eagerly.

There was still something in her eyes, something like fear.

"Annie, I will say this only once and only in the confidence of this room. I will never, ever treat you badly. I will never hit on you. I will never make sexist remarks to you. I will never expect any sort of unethical considerations. I will try to be a decent boss who operates by professional standards. Uh, but can I say fuck in front of you?"

She smiled and said, "Fucking a right."

We laughed. "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me. We'll talk about it"

She smiled and seemed to relax.

"Now, that does not mean I don't expect you to do some of the shit work that comes with the job. I can make my own coffee, but sometimes will need you to get me a cup. I may ask you to get me lunch if I am tied up here. You will not have to get my laundry or take care of my pet iguana."

"You have a pet iguana?"

"No, just a joke. If I have clients in the office, I expect you will offer to get them coffees or other things like that. You will keep my calendar and make all travel arrangements for me. I'll let you know what my preferences are; you make sure they are met. Not trying to be a jerk, but I don't want the small stuff to distract me from the important stuff. Do you know what the important stuff is?"

"Billing?"

I laughed out loud. "God, you did learn something from Martin. Yeah, but billing is the result of doing good for the client. You may not believe me, but the client comes first. When a client calls or visits, he or she has to feel like there are no other clients. I want them to fucking love us."

"Got it.

"Great. Now this is the last time I expect to have a conversation like this, unless there is a major problem. So, let's get to work. Agnes told me that I will have a couple associates, paras and support staff assigned to me. I want you to find out who they are and get their personnel folders to me within the hour. You should review them first and point out any significant things in them. Then, this afternoon, schedule appointments with them. Make it an hour apiece with ten minutes in between. Are you getting this?"

"Absolutely. I didn't bring in a pad, but I will in the future. But, I'm with you so far."

"Great. That's it."

"Coffee?"

"Concentrate on the folders, Annie. And, by the way, how do you take your coffee?"

She blushed. "One Sweet n Low, two creams."

"I'll bring it to your desk. And, I like mine with one sugar."

The rest of the day was a blur of meeting my new staff. I finished up the last meeting at seven-thirty. I walked the attorney out of my office and was surprised to see Annie at her desk.

"Still here?"

"Lot of organizing to do," she said. "Also, this arrived in inter-office mail. It's marked confidential."

I took the envelope and went back into my office, closing the door behind me.

It was the partnership agreement that Agnes had outlined. I read it twice and signed all copies. The deposit on the buy-in was due within five days or the agreement would be void. I had twenty thousand in savings. It would mean I had no safety margin and might have a couple lean months, but the hike in my salary would soon make up for it.

I resealed the documents and addressed the envelope to Agnes.

Once again I was surprised to see Annie outside my door.

"Please see that this gets to Agnes first thing in the morning. Now, let's go home. Can you call me a cab?"

"Nope."

"What?"

"Judy from Agnes' office stopped by earlier. She explained some of the perks of partnership. Oh, congrats, by the way."

I smiled.

"If you work past eight, you get a car service to take you home. So, no cabs for you."

"What about you? Do you live far?"

"Just about twenty minutes on the train."

"Well, we'll drop you at the stop."

"You don't have to..."

"Get your coat, Annie, we're going."

After dropping Annie at her train stop, I sunk into the back seat of the town car. My head was spinning. 

"Any chance we can pick up some food on the way," I asked the driver. "I haven't eaten all day."

"There's a late night deli on Eighteenth Ave. I can call and order you something."

"Good deli?"

"I like it. I'm also Jewish. And, by the way, my dad owns it."

Laughing, I said, "Well, with those endorsements, I'll take a corned beef on dark rye, coleslaw and a big pickle."

"I'm on it," he said.

After eating alone in my new apartment, which still smelled like the girls, I took a long shower. I collapsed on my bed and felt the loneliness surround me. I grabbed my cell and texted Diana. I had no idea where in the world or what time zone she was in. I asked her to call me when she could. I closed my eyes and finally slept.

The buzz roused me from a near-death slumber.

I fumbled for my phone and caught the call before it went to voice mail.

"What's up, darling?"

The voice immediately warmed my room and peeled away one layer of anxiety.

"Where are you?"

"New Zealand."

"Shit, what time zone?'

"I have no clue, Kyle. What's up?"

"I missed you. Missed talking to you. Missed seeing you."

"Hmm, not missed fucking me?"

"Oh, yeah, there's that, too."

We both laughed and I felt us falling back into our special place. "Can you talk with me for a bit?'

"That's why I called. I'm all yours." If only, I thought.

Slowly, and probably not so coherently, I filled Diana in on all that was happening. I told her about the girls' move to California, their pregnancy, taking over their apartment and the bomb that landed on me in the firm. She listened and with tiny sounds encouraged me to keep talking.

"That's a lot, Kyle. I wish I were there."

"Me, too."

She was breathing into the phone. I could picture her holding the phone and running her free hand through her short blond hair. I longed to have her beside me.

"Kyle," she said after a long pause, "doesn't Ferry live in Kansas City?"

God, she got to the heart of my anxiety since Agnes told me about the search for a mid-west office.

"Pretty sure."

"If your new office were to be there, what would you do?"

"I'd work my ass off to make it a success."

"Cut the shit. What would you do about Ferry?"

"God, I don't know. I doubt if she would see me or even talk to me."

"Do you want to see her?"

I surprised myself with the swiftness of my answer, "Yes."

"Then you should do it."

"She hates me, Diana. She's never responded to any of my calls, emails or texts. She'll never agree to it."

"Time and distance, Kyle, time and distance. They sometimes can work wonders."

"I guess." Changing the topic, I asked her what she was doing and she filled me in on a new scent in her perfume line and how she was launching it in Australia and New Zealand. She'd been making the rounds of TV and radio stations and newspapers. 

"Kyle, I have to run. Got an interview on live local TV in a couple minutes. Would you mind if I sent you something?"

My heart raced. "Never."

"Bye, sweetheart. Call again. Fanny would love to hear from you, too."

We ended the call. Five minutes later my cell buzzed.

There was a picture of Diana with her skirt hiked up to expose her naked pussy. The caption read, going 2 doTV interview commando. pussy wishes u were there. miss u

*** 

The next weeks were a blur. The facilities team came back with the recommendation that Kansas City was the best option. Considering costs and a bunch of other factors, they said we should open there. The management committee agreed and Annie had me booked business class to fly out in two days.

"I want you with me," I said.

"In Kansas City?" she replied.

"Yep. I know shit about setting up an office. I figure you will be a huge asset."

"Kyle, I've never done that either."

"Ok, then both of us can fuck up together. Am I interrupting something here?"

"No."

"Are you sure? I don't want to get personal, but I also don't want to mess up any relationships."

Annie laughed. "My only relationship is with The Good Wife on Sunday nights, and I'm pretty sure they have TV in Kansas City. Just to be sure, I'll TiVo it."

I purposely had steered away from personal conversations with Annie. I didn't want her to think I was prying and I also didn't want to have the burden of thinking about messing up her social life when she had to work nights and weekends. For her part, she never offered any information, nor did she ever complain about the hours."

Annie's a few years older than I am. I had checked her personnel file and knew she was thirty-three. She graduated from a small, but well regarded Catholic college in Massachusetts. Having worked in a couple small ad agencies, she started at our firm five years ago. All her evaluations were in the top range, even from Martin. 

Always professionally dressed, I would not call her a knock-out, but she was attractive in a simple way. Kept her brown hair pulled back into a bun, favored tailored slacks and conservative blouses, and always sensible shoes. She had brown eyes and wore red-framed glasses. I'd say she was around five six. She was on the large size, but carried her weight well. What saved her from being fatally plain was her contagious smile. It really lit up her face and made you want to smile along with her. 

"So, book a business class seat for yourself. Look for a decent hotel near downtown KC. Try getting a suite with a room we can use as an office. If you don't think it's too weird, and if there are two bedrooms, we can share the suite. If it makes you uncomfortable, book a separate room for yourself. Annie, I have a feeling we are going to be working our asses off and the more convenient we can make it, the easier it will be. Questions?"

"Want a car?"

"Yeah. I've been to KC a couple times. The mass transit system won't work for us. We'll need a decent ride. Go for a full-sized."

Annie stood to go and then turned back.

"Yes?" I asked, wondering what she wanted.

"Kyle, thank you."

"For what?"

"For treating me as a real member of the team. I will not let you down."

"Never crossed my mind that you would."

She smiled, warming my entire office, and left.

***

True to her word, she did not let me down. Annie found a hotel that offered a Presidential Suite. It had two bedrooms, on opposite sides of the suite, a full kitchen, living room and dining room. It also had a mini workout room and small sauna.

Annie arranged to have the dining room furniture removed and rented a couple desks, small conference table, printers and a conference phone.

Annie assured me that the cost in KC for the suite was less than two rooms in our home city. We also would save on the cost of renting a separate temporary office since we converted the dining room into workspace. By the end of the week, we were settled in our suite and reviewing the recommendations for office locations.

By Friday night we were both beat.

"How about some real KC barbeque?" I offered.

"With beer?" she said with a smile.

"Buckets of it."

We opted for a cab and headed to one of the main BBQ joints. We split plates of ribs and brisket, corn bread, fries and slaw. Some cold beers made everything go down easy. I opted for pecan pie with whipped cream for dessert. Annie just asked for a fork and stole a couple bites of mine.

"Off to a good start," I said. "Tomorrow, we can check out a couple more locations."

Annie nodded.

"Annie, thank you. You've been great. I appreciate all you have done."

She beamed and thanked me. 

Saturday turned out better than we expected. Our real estate agent showed us a floor in a turn-of-the-20th century building that had just been totally updated. It was close to the banking and business center of town. There was nothing on the floor, not even walls, but the location and the classic tall windows convinced both of us to want to take it. I called our facilities manager and he got right on working up a lease.

I offered to take Annie out to dinner that night, but she had made tentative plans to meet with an old college roommate. She took the car and said she'd be back around eleven. 

After having a light room service dinner, I did some work on Jerome's planned acquisitions and emailed a revised purchase and sales agreement to our home office. It was only a little after seven. After the travel, eating out and non-stop work, I needed a workout. 

In my bedroom I stripped and pulled out my jump rope. I selected some Springsteen hooked up my iPod and began to jump.

Soon I was lost in my own world and let the endorphins kick in. I picked up the pace and closed my eyes enjoying the burn in my legs and arms.

A noise made me open my eyes. Annie stood in the doorway looking at me.

Her hands covered her mouth. I pulled my ear buds out. I could hear her saying, "Oh, God. Oh, God."

She turned and ran. Not thinking, I followed her.

"Annie, wait. Annie.'

She turned and her look shocked me back to reality. I was still naked.

"Oh, God," she said

I looked around and grabbed a throw pillow from the couch to cover myself.

"Annie, I am so sorry. I thought you would be out for a lot longer."

"My friend called and cancelled. Her daughter was sick. I came in and called out, but you didn't answer."

"Listening to music," I offered lamely.

"Then I heard a strange noise. I thought maybe it was housekeeping or something, so I went to your room. I should have never done that. I am so sorry, Kyle."

"No, Annie. I apologize. Hell, I can't imagine what you must have thought."

Annie stopped gazing around and looked at me.

She smiled. "You're not mad?"

"No. I feel terrible. You didn't do anything wrong. Again, I can't imagine what you thought."

A bigger smile, "In that case, I thought my boss has a wicked hot body."

She smiled again and I cracked up.

We both laughed. 

"Let me get dressed and let's have a beer." Without thinking I turned and headed back to my room.

I heard her gasp. I moved the pillow back to cover my ass. "Sorry."

I came out a few minutes later dressed in casual clothes.

Annie had set out a couple beers. We sat in club chairs across from each other.

"Annie, I really am sorry."

"Oh, it's ok. I mean it was a bit of a shock. I just don't want you to be embarrassed."

I took a long drink. "Truthfully, that sort of thing doesn't embarrass me."

"Really?"

"Nope. I just don't want you to think I was trying to, I don't know, do something, you know, sexual or improper."

"I told you, Kyle. It's my fault for just barging in. What freaked me out was thinking that I probably pissed you off and I would be on the next plane back east."

"No chance," I assured her. "Honestly, I'd be lost without you."

We sat in silence and sipped our beers.

"It kinda reminds me of a movie I saw once," she said. "It was about these cops, a man and a woman. They just became partners. The woman cop was a veteran and the guy was a rookie. After a couple days together, she invites him up to her apartment. She tells him to strip and she then starts to take off her clothes. She explains that they will be together all the time. Eventually they will be wondering what each other looks like naked. It's only natural. So, she says it's best to get it over with. So, they strip, look at each other and then get dressed."

"Is that how you've felt?"

"Kyle, can I talk frankly?'

"Absolutely."

"We've been spending a lot of time together. I think you are a great boss, I mean it. You are like the perfect supervisor. I love working with you. All the other admins keep asking me what it's like working for The Hunk."

"They call me that?"

"Yeah, we have nicknames for all the partners."

"Martin?"

"The Prick."

I laughed. That's what Ferry and I used to call him, too. 

"Well, I don't call you The Hunk. Not that you aren't really handsome and are in great shape. It's just that you never treated me in any sexual way, so I was going to do the same. Still, I liked looking at you."

"So, you imagined me naked?"

Annie turned crimson. "Not all the time," she said.

She slowly smiled and then we broke out laughing again.

"Well, now we've got that out of the way. Hope I didn't shatter your image."

Annie fanned herself with her hand and said, "Hardly."

I got up to get us more beers.

"So, are you going to share with the other admins?"

"No way. It would never sound as innocent as it was. So, I think we keep it to ourselves."

I raised my beer bottle in silent agreement.

"So, do you like do that all the time?"

"Jump rope?"

"Yeah, but in the nude?"

I nodded.

"Are you a nudist?"

"I don't know. I've never been to a nudist place."

"I have."

"No shit."

"Once, after college I was rooming with this girl. She was always walking around nude. One day she says she's going to this naturist camp for the weekend and did I want to go along? I'm not one to show off my body because of my size. But, I figured one time wouldn't hurt. To my surprise I liked it. After the initial shock of being outside naked with other naked people around, I really enjoyed the feeling of freedom. And, there were people there of all sizes. I was worried that they'd all look my gorgeous roommate and I'd be the only fatty."

"Was that the only time?" I asked. "No, forget that. I should not be asking you that type of question."

"It's ok, I don't mind. The answer is no. Actually, I usually spend my vacations at naturist resorts. I've travelled to France, Germany and Florida for nude get-aways."

"Well, I'll try to not repeat tonight's situation. I think we need to forget about it and keep our relationship professional."

"No problem. I want to keep things going great between us," Annie said with a wide grin. "But, I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, be naked all the time."

"And, you? Are you going to be like in that movie and let me see you naked?"

"Wow. I don't know if I could do that."

"But you do that when you go on vacation."

"I don't vacation in the nude with my boss. You have a nice body, Kyle, and I, well, you can probably imagine what's under these clothes."

"Actually, no offense, I haven't. Not because you aren't pretty, but because I never wanted you to think I was treating you with disrespect or making any improper advances."

"That's kind of you, Kyle, but I am fat. I know it."

"Annie, I am not comfortable talking about our bodies, but let me say this. You are pretty. You have a great face and a fantastic smile. Plus, you're smart, funny and nice. Don't take this the wrong way, but I never think about your weight."

"But you'd never date someone like me," she said holding my gaze. "I bet you would not even be seen in a social situation with me."

"Annie, I would never date you while we worked together. Beyond that I don't think about it."

She nodded trying to assess everything I said.

"What if I invited you to go to a nudist resort?"

"Well, I'd have to think about that. But, if you want to know, I would never, ever hesitate to be seen anywhere with you."

"For real?"

"For real," I said.

Smiling, I finished my beer. Annie nodded. We then talked about our plans for the next few days. I wondered if Annie could really put this incident behind us. I also wondered what she looked like naked. My thoughts wandered to imaging what it would be like at a nudist camp. To have all those people looking at me naked made me shiver. God, I missed Diana. Why did all my thoughts involving naked people usually end up with a longing for Diana?

The next few weeks were split between KC and the home office. I left Annie to deal with the fit-up for our new offices. She called me several times a day to be sure I approved major decisions. Most of the details she handled on her own.

It was early May when our office was nearing move-in status. We were still sharing the hotel suite and had added one admin person who worked in our converted dining room. Jerome stopped by on a number of occasions to meet with me. I included Annie in all those meetings and the two of them hit it off. Although she had worked for Martin, Annie had never been introduced to Jerome. After their first meeting, she and I were standing in the suite's kitchen having a beer.




Room w View Ch. 06



She was unusually quiet. I pressed her to see if something was wrong. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her beer on the counter. She turned to me and pulled me to her. I felt her large, soft body engulf me. Hugging me tightly, she said, "thank you." 

I hugged her back. "For what?"

"For including me in the meetings with Jerome. Thank you for telling him that I was important. Thank you for treating me like a real person. Thank you for never making me feel bad about my appearance."

I thought I heard a catch in her breath. Annie was sobbing. I hugged her harder.

"Annie, I hope you know how important you are to me. I should be thanking you."

We stood holding each other for a long time. Finally, Annie got control of herself. 

"Shall I order dinner?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to get a workout in. Surprise me with what you order."

I went to my room, stripped and looked out my window. For the time of year, it was rainy and cold. The weather reminded me more of the east coast rather than middle America. I thought I might also take a sauna and really relax.

I was just finishing my jumping routine in our small workout area, when Annie came in. By now, she was accustomed to seeing me naked. She would walk in while I was exercising, talk to me in the shower and never batted an eyelash if I walked around the suite naked late at night or in the morning.

"Food's here," she said. "Plus, I got a call from Agnes. She said the sale of the hotels just closed and that Jerome was singing our praises."

Toweling off, I said, "Did I just hear you say 'our praises'?"

"Yeah," said Annie, "how fucking crazy is that?"

I held my hand up and she high-fived me. I really wanted to hug her, but being naked I thought better of it. "Can supper hold for a bit?"

"Sure."

"Feel like a sauna," I said and began walking toward the small box.

I adjusted the heat and spread a towel on the bench. Sweat was dripping off my brow when the door opened. Annie stood in the doorway holding a towel in front of her.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

"Not at all."

Annie turned and spread the towel on the bench opposite me. There was no way I could avoid looking at her naked rear. Annie's calves were shapely and her ample thighs showed no cellulite. Her butt was broad, but looked firm. I'd go far as to say it was sexy. She was wide in the hips and narrow in the shoulders. Her thighs were thick and did not allow any glimpse of what lay between her legs.

After adjusting the towel, for much longer than was necessary, she called over her shoulder. "Have you seen enough and can I turn around now?"

"You think I was staring?" I asked, hoping she could hear the humor in my voice.

"God, I hope so. Either that or you passed out in shock."

"Turn around, Annie."

Slowly she turned. Standing still, she lifted her arms from her side and let me gaze on her naked body. She kept her eyes tightly shut.

I looked at every inch. Annie had a peaches and cream complexion and the skin on the rest of her was pink and glowed. Around her wide hips, she had ample flesh, but it did not sag nor were there rolls of fat. She had a neatly trimmed patch of dark between her legs. I was most surprised by her breasts. They were small, firm and exceptionally attractive. Pointing out slightly to each side, each breast was topped by a small rose-colored areola and a darker nipple. The image that finally formed in my mind was a sexy cherub.

"Annie, you can open your eyes and sit down. I'm done ogling."

"No shit, you actually ogled."

I laughed and said, "Yes, I did. And, I must say it was a mighty fine ogle."

Her smile increased the temperature in the small hot box. "Not grossed out?" she asked.

"God, no. If you weren't my assistant, I'd tell you how freaking hot you look."

"Oh, well, maybe we could sorta forget the assistant part for a minute," she said looking at me.

"Annie, you are freaking hot. I think you have a sexy body. And, since this is a one-time only time to say what we think, let me add that your breasts are phenomenal."

"God, I could so hug you right now."

"Uh, naked hugging is probably not a good idea. I'm having enough difficulty keeping things under control."

We both glanced at my crotch to see my semi-erection.

"You know, Kyle, this may come as a surprise to you, but I've seen hard-ons before."

"On any of your bosses?"

Annie howled. "Nope, can't say that's ever happened. But, if it did, so what? At the resorts I go to guys get them all the time. We mostly just ignore them and they go away."

Talking about erections didn't help and now I was totally erect.

"My bad," I said looking at my pole.

"Looks good to me," she said. We both smiled.

Annie and I enjoyed the heat for another few minutes.

"I'm baked," I said and stood. Fortunately, I was back down to half-mast. Annie sat and looked at what was now at eye level.

"Yeah, I need to cool down, too." I wasn't sure if that was a double meaning, so I let it slide.

We stepped into the cool air of the workout room. I looked once more at her sweat covered body and smiled. "You are beautiful, Annie. Now, let's get ready for dinner."

She walked toward her room. I watched her big butt bounce along. She must have sensed that I was staring and looked back over her shoulder. She smiled, looked at my now erect dick and turned to go to her room.

I took a quick shower in my bathroom and pulled on jeans and a shirt. Annie was dressed similarly and was fixing plates as I came into the dining room.

I poured a couple glasses of wine and we sat in the living room to eat the lasagna and salad she had ordered. 

"So, can we still continue to work together?" she asked.

"I want to."

"Not freaked out?" she asked.

"No, not in the least. How about you?"

"I feel relieved, actually."

Frowning I asked, "How so?"

"Seeing you naked around here has not bothered me. I mean it hasn't interfered with our working relationship. But, I felt that I was not being honest with myself. I like being naked, too. So, I figured I'd take the chance. Now, we each have seen each other and I think that's good."

"Yeah. So, where do we go from here?" I asked.

"Well, I definitely think we should wear clothes when we're working, and when Alice is here. After hours, when it's just us, I'm open to being nude. That's how I am at home."

"Me, too. So, you're really ok with it. I mean I don't want to be creating any sort of hostile environment."

"Jesus, Kyle, stop thinking like a fucking lawyer. I am sure we are not going to end up in bed together. I do not think you are hitting on me or trying to be provocative. Neither am I, just so you know. I enjoy being nude and so do you. Let's leave it at that and not worry about anything else. We should just feel free to wear whatever."

I raised my wine glass. "To whatever."

"Yeah, whatever."

*** 

In spite of our pact to enjoy a relaxed dress code, Annie and I found ourselves immersed in so much work that we barely had time to think. Most nights we ate late, maybe had a beer and crashed in our separate beds. In the morning we might enjoy a nude breakfast, but mostly we rushed through the day.

By the second week in June, we opened our new office. Annie was still finalizing the décor, but I had my office operating. In addition to Alice, who was local, we imported a paralegal from the home office and one of the associates. I tasked the associate to check out the local firms and give me some options if any of them might make a good match for us. Agnes and I had decided to see if we could buy a medium sized local firm rather than build up an office one attorney at a time. By picking up a successful firm, we'd gain the person-power we needed and begin with an income stream from their existing clients.

Within a week the associate presented me with five firms that he thought could make good partners with us. I thanked him and asked him to close the door on his way out. I picked up the files and began reviewing them. When I reached the third folder, my heart stopped. He had presented the firm of Coplon, Graves and Williams. I already knew that the Williams in the name belonged to Ferry's father. When she returned, she joined the firm. Now, I was considering if her firm might be one we offered to buy.

After reviewing all of them, I narrowed my preferences to two. Ferry's firm was in that select group. I pushed myself to be sure I wasn't selecting her firm because of my feelings. In the end, they had the experience and the mix of clients that would be the right choice for us. I prepared a cover memo and then shipped the two recommendations to Agnes for her review. 

Later that night as Annie and I stood naked in the suite's kitchen, I wondered how cruel fate could be. Was this a way to torture me or a path that could lead me to a renewed relationship with Ferry? 

Looking at my naked assistant, I wondered what Ferry would think of this arrangement. I had a feeling she would think it to be another proof that I was a sick pervert. Still, I recalled how much I missed her. Remembering her tight body moving under mine, I let my hopes rise that maybe we could rekindle what we once had.

I felt her hand on my bare shoulder. "Earth to Kyle," Annie said.

"Huh, oh sorry. I guess I was spaced out."

"No shit," she said. "And, I think wherever you were was pretty hot."

I looked at her and shook my head in confusion.

She dropped her eyes to my crotch. I looked down to see my erection pointing at the ceiling.

"Sorry, Annie. I'm going to call it a night. See you in the morning."

"Is there anything I can do?"

I thought of asking her to suck me off and put me out of my misery, but I just leaned in and kissed her cheek, careful not to touch her with my hard-on.

"Thanks. I just need to be alone. Good-night."

With my door closed, I lay on top of my sheet. As I stroked myself with visions of Ferry, I ached to talk with Diana. As I finally fell to sleep with the remains of my orgasm drying on my stomach, I wondered if I really knew what I wanted. For a supposedly smart lawyer, I was seriously fucked-up personally.

To be continued.



Room w View Ch. 07



Summary: Kyle Anders, a fast-rising young lawyer in a major east coast law office, is establishing a branch office of his firm in Kansas City. His former girlfriend, Ferry Williams, is a member of a KC firm that Kyle's firm is looking to purchase. Kyle and Ferry broke up after she discovered his attraction to exhibitionism and anonymous sexting with a famous model and her adult daughter. Although Kyle and the beautiful model connected in real life, Kyle still wonders if Ferry is the one love for him. If you are new to this story, I would recommend reading the earlier chapters.

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Agnes called and said that she approved of the two firms that I submitted as contenders for partners. This was both good and frightening news. I would have to face making contact with Ferry's firm.

"Isn't Ferry's last name Williams?" Agnes asked.

"Yes, this is her father's firm. He is the senior partner and majority shareholder."

"Wouldn't that be something," said Agnes, "if we could come to terms with them. You and Ferry made such a strong team. Our client loved her work and was disappointed when she left to return home. If she were back in the picture and in an office close to him, I know we would build an even stronger bond with him. Let's make Coplon, Graves and Williams our preferred partner. I would like to meet with them within a week. Please set that up?"

My heart, now lodged in my throat, almost prevented me from answering.

"I can certainly try," I said while wondering how I could pull it off.

"Kyle, I didn't make you partner and put you in charge of a new office to try. I did it to have success. Are we clear on that?"

"Absolutely, Agnes. I let you know the minute we have the meeting set."

With a curt good-bye, Agnes ended the call. Was this also the beginning of the end for my budding career? Since Ferry abruptly left me and the firm, I had tried countless times to reach out to her. I never received one response and finally stopped trying. No one at my firm knew of our love affair or that our break-up was the reason Ferry left so suddenly. 

I wondered if I should contact her father directly, just as I would if there was no history between Ferry and me. Of course, once he heard my firm's name, I was not sure he would speak with me, either. Then, Ferry maybe would become even more angry because she felt blindsided. I was at odds on how to move forward.

That evening as my assistant, Annie, and I sat naked in our small sauna, I sought her advice.

"Annie, Agnes wants us to put the full court press on Coplon, Graves and Williams."

"Cool. I think they were the best ones that we considered. And, I know that Ferry Williams worked with us for a while. You and she came into the firm together, right? So, what's our plan?"

"Annie, I hope you know how much I appreciate your work. You have become my best advisor and I rely on your input."

"Thanks, Kyle. I love working with you. These past months have been a blur, but a good blur. But, why do I feel there is something behind this admission of your undying appreciation for my fabulous skills."

I looked at the large, naked woman a few feet away. No one would understand the bond we have built, partially on our mutual respect for each other and also for our ability to share the suite we have for both our residence and office. Since the first time Annie walked in on my nude exercising, we have also been able to share our enjoyment of a clothing-optional lifestyle, at least when we were alone.

"I don't mean to be offensive, but have you lost weight?"

"God, you finally noticed," she said with a laugh. "Yes, I've dropped nearly twenty-five pounds. Unfortunately, some of it seemed to have come from my boobs." She cupped her breasts and sighed.

"They look great, as always. It's just that you look slimmer all over." The first time I saw Annie naked, I was amazed at her small and firm breasts. Her body bloomed going down past her breasts. She had a wide middle, thick thighs and a broad butt. The truth was the complete package was sexy. She was both big and extremely attractive. I told her so, but she usually focused on those parts that she didn't like. As a man, I focused on those parts I liked such as her pretty breasts and face. I now noticed her face was a little less round and her features slightly more defined. The effect was her face was now less pretty and much more beautiful.

"Actually, Annie," I said, "you look great."

"Thanks. I lost over an inch around my waist and my thighs don't slap together like sides of beef when I walk. I doubt if I will ever tame my ass. It's always going to be a "Trip to Bountiful".

"Hey, big butts are in fashion."

Annie laughed and said, "Don't expect me to be balancing a champagne glass back there."

We chuckled and sat in silence, sweat glistening all over our bodies.

"Ok, Kyle, what gives? I ask you what our plan is to approach Coplon and you compliment me on my fab bod. I don't mind the attention, but you are the most direct person I know. So, when you aren't direct, I know something's up."

I sighed and stood. 

"Let's shower, have a beer and talk."

Annie grinned, "Actually, maybe I could just sit here and look at what's a couple inches from my nose for a while. It's really a nice vision."

My now semi-erect dick was the object of her attention. Although our relationship was one hundred percent non-sexual, in that we don't have sex, we both acknowledged that looking at another naked person was pleasurable. 

"Annie..." I began.

"Kyle, you just complimented me, let me return the favor. I've never said this directly, but you have the best looking dick I have ever seen. So, there, now that it's in the open, we can move on."

Her close inspection of my sex had an expected reaction. I was now completely hard.

"And," continued Annie, "It is fucking awesome hard."

"Shower time," I said.

We stepped out of the sauna and the cooler air in the workout room, made our pores begin to slam shut. Annie headed back to her room for a shower and I went to mine. I managed to admire her butt bouncing down the hallway. 

"I can feel you staring, Kyle," she said over her shoulder.

"I think you've lost a little back there."

"Is that less to love?" she teased.

"No, still a vision."

She peeked over her shoulder and smiled.

We met in the living room and I pulled a couple beers from the fridge.

"Annie, I know I can count on your discretion and that I enjoy your confidentiality. Needless to say I am leading up to something I want kept between the two of us."

"Done deal," she said and took a sip.

"I guess the easiest way to do this is to say that Ferry and I have a history."

Her eyebrows arched. "History as in sleeping together?"

I nodded. "That's the easy part. The rest is complicated."

Annie sat back and pulled her legs up onto the couch. "We've got all night, Kyle."

I unrolled the story of how Ferry and I started our relationship and how much I came to like her, probably love her. 

"So, why the break-up?"

"Ferry discovered my enjoyment of being naked," I offered.

"So, just because you liked to be nude, she dumped you. I mean you did take off your clothes when you two were in bed?"

"Of course," I replied. "But, as I said it's complicated."

"You've said that. You've also told me that you think I'm smart. I can handle complicated, Kyle."

Slowly, I told Annie about my exhibitionism and the fact that two women, a mother and daughter, watched me from a neighboring apartment.

"And, you never met them?"

"Not, then," I said.

"So, Ferry freaked out because you let them watch you?"

"Well, there was the sexting the three of us did."

"Naked pictures?" she prompted.

"Naked and explicit," I confirmed.

I explained how Ferry accidently saw a picture of the daughter's breasts on my cell phone." In a soft voice, I also told her about the picture of my erection that I sent, which Ferry also discovered. "To top it off," I added, "Ferry also saw a picture of the mother, well, masturbating."

"Aah, the plot thickens," Annie said.

"Yeah, now it gets really thick," I said. When I told Annie how Ferry figured out that she was exposed in her underwear to Diana, she nodded.

"So, she felt exploited. I'm sure she was embarrassed, too. Plus, she obviously felt betrayed. Not a good combination."

"A really bad combination," I said.

Annie asked a few more questions to be sure she understood everything. Sitting still, Annie worked over the information while finishing her beer.

"Another one?" I asked.

"How about ice water?" she said. "Still trying to slay the fat monster."

I fetched a tall glass for her and another beer for me.

"Annie, thanks for listening. I've only talked with my friend about this. I feel a lot better now that I've told you."

"As a semi-lapsed Catholic," she said, "I do believe confession is good for the soul. And, by 'your friend' you mean the woman who watched you?"

"Yes, she called herself Artemis."

"What did Artemis say?"

"She said to keep trying with Ferry. She felt that time and distance might have helped ease the break we had."

"Artemis is not jealous of Ferry?"

"No. She thinks Ferry is good for me."

"I still feel you're not telling me everything. Kyle, did you ever meet the mother and daughter?"

Slowly I nodded.

"Did you fuck them?"

"Just the mother," I said. "It would be too weird to have sex with both of them."

"And, you understood why they wanted to remain anonymous?"

"Yes, the mother is rather famous. I promised I would never reveal their identities."

Annie got up and walked around the room. This was her habit as she thought about something that was puzzling her. She stopped and looked out the slider to the small balcony. It was dark and I could tell she was observing her naked self in the reflection. I knew I should begin to compliment her more on her weight loss. 

"Ok, here's how I see it," she said turning back to face me. "You have to contact Ferry. There is no way you could make contact with her father and the firm without letting her know. I think you need to send her an email, not a text. Put 'Urgent' in the title. Tell her you want to speak with her about her firm. Acknowledge that you understand that she probably does not speak with you and that you don't blame her for that."

"But, Annie, I didn't..."

"Kyle, listen. What you did or didn't mean to do means shit. It's what Ferry thinks. You need to speak to her and getting defensive will not help you." I gestured for her to continue.

"Ask if you could meet her for lunch. Then wait."

"Wait?"

"Yep, wait."

"But, Agnes is all over me to set up this meeting. I can't wait."

Annie crossed over and sat on the footstool in front of me. She smiled and patted my knee.

"Kyle, if you try an end run around Ferry, what do you think are the odds her father would meet with you and that you could make a deal with their firm?"

"Slim."

"Fucking zero," said Annie. "So, send her an email tonight. Be contrite but also let her know this is also urgent business. Then wait."

We stood. On instinct I hugged Annie. "You are the best. I'd be lost without you."

Annie hugged back. "Kyle, you're a good guy. You also happen to be a man and so you have a lot to overcome...especially when it comes to understanding women."

I squeezed her and kissed her cheek. "Thanks. Keep working with me and there may be hope."

"Possibly."

I spent an hour composing an email. After some critical editing by Annie I sent it to her office address. I tossed and turned for hours before finally falling into a shallow and unrefreshing sleep.

By late morning the next day, a Friday, I was prowling and growling like a caged tiger. No response from Ferry. I was about to call her office, when my phone pinged at 11:30. I saw the sender and my heart skipped several beats as I read the text.

"Loose Park in Rose Garden. 12:30. Bring lunch."

I responded with a yes and thank you.

Annie looked in my office as she heard my yelps.

"Got an answer?"

"She agreed to have lunch. Today. God, I have to get lunch."

"What does she like?"

My mind froze. We had lunch together every day for months. I couldn't remember one thing she ever ate. Finally, my brain kicked in. "Tuna on light rye, no extra mayo, lettuce and tomato. A pickle on the side, if they have it."

"To drink?" Annie asked. 

"Uh, bottled water. I'll have the same."

Annie ordered and I picked up the sandwiches from the deli around the corner. I was in the car and on my way south. Luckily, I found a parking space on the west side of the park and entered the Rose Garden at 12:20. Looking around, I didn't see Ferry. I sat on a stone bench and waited.

At 12:45 I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Ferry walking toward me. Her hair was cut short and she looked thinner. She also looked beautiful.

I stood and smiled. She approached and looked at me for a long time. Without warning, she slapped my face. My head jolted with the impact and my cheek began to burn. She may be thinner, but she packed a heck of a right hand.

I turned my face back to her in shock. This is not what I expected.

"What'd you bring for lunch?" she asked.

"Uh, tuna."

She held out her hand and I gave her the box with her lunch and drink.

She sat and took out her sandwich. "Are you going to eat or just stand there looking stupid?"

I sat on the same bench and took my lunch out.

"So, what was so important that we had to meet?"

"Ferry, let me say..."

"If you are going to say anything other than why you need to talk business, I'm leaving. And, we will never meet again."

I took a long sip of water. Her face was a mask. There was neither anger nor interest showing.

"Stone and Parks are interested in talking merger with your firm."

She nodded and took a tiny bite of the sandwich.

"Hmm, this is good. Is it from Dino's Deli?"

"Yes."

"Thought so," she took another bite. Swallowing, she said, "Why is a big east coast firm interested in Kansas City? And, more to the point, why would we be interested?"

I laid out the case. The only reaction I received was a slight eyebrow raise when I mentioned I was a junior partner. She let me tell the whole tale as she finished her lunch.

"So, how would the merger work? I only call it a merger, but in reality Stone would be buying us out. What happens to our people?"

"Your partners would become full partners in Stone. Working with you we would want to keep the associates you believe would be a good fit. Ferry, I think we've both done enough mergers to know that some people don't want to stay and some would be lousy if they did stay. But, we would take your lead on that."

"How nice of you," she said. Her sarcasm had improved quite a bit. "What about location. We've been in our building for ages."

"Yes, and it is beautiful. It is seriously cramped for you. It needs major improvements and the planned convention center would pay you a premium for the real estate alone. We are just finishing construction on a floor in the Mercantile Building. There would be ample room for your people and expansion room for the future. If you sold your building, your shareholders would realize a tidy profit."

"Kyle, cut the shit. Most of that 'tidy profit' would go to capital gains. Plus, we would have to buy into the real estate for the new location. So, you can cut that sales pitch."

Ferry was as sharp as I remembered. She also had more experience since we worked together. But, so did I.

"Maybe, but I bet there would be enough left for a nice sum for the shareholders. But, the real advantage is that you keep your clients, you get the power of a major firm and we all get an obscene amount of business from Barton. It's all win for Coplon, Graves and Williams."

"What would be your personal role in this? Will you be staying on?"

My mind ran through all the implications of that question. Did she want me to stay? Did she want me to disappear? If I stayed, would I be the manager? What would our working relationship be?

For the first time since we began talking, Ferry looked right at me. Her eyes betrayed nothing, yet I yearned for some spark. Some recognition of what we had.

"Ferry, I honestly don't know. My charge was to establish an office here and find a local partner. I know I will probably continue to be the lead with Jerome and Barton Industries, but I don't know if I will be living here or continuing to go back and forth between KC, Omaha and the east coast."

"Is that it?"

"Well, that's the big picture. Agnes wants to come out as soon as possible, and meet with your shareholders. If you have any interest, we could set that meeting at the beginning of next week."

"What happens if we say no?"

"We keep looking," I answered. "But, your firm is hands-down our first choice."

"Is it your first choice?" she asked.

"Yes."

"What if I had refused to meet you?"

"I'm not sure I know."

"Would you have contacted my father?"

"I doubt that would have worked."

For the first time, Ferry smiled. 

"Ok, I'll talk to my father and the other shareholders. I can't predict what they will say, but I will present it."

"Thank you."

"Kyle, don't you fucking thank me. This is business. If my father and the firm think it's in our best interest, we will meet with Agnes. But, do not for one second think that you have influenced my decision."

I nodded. She started to stand and I touched her arm. She snapped her head around and her eyes bore a hole into my skull.

"Take your hand..."

I pulled my hand away. "Ferry, you can leave, I meant nothing untoward. But, I want you to know how deeply sorry I am. I failed you and hurt you. Although, there isn't a day I don't think of you, what bothers me most is that I hurt you. You did not in any way deserve that. I don't expect you to forgive me, but please at least know I am sorry."

Ferry looked at me for a long time. I met her gaze.

"I fucking hated you, Kyle. I mean really hated you for a long time."

Even though her words pierced me, I remained quiet.

"Then I figured out that hating you was making me miserable. So, I tried to forget you. At least you stopped contacting me, so I was able to put you out of my mind for a while. And, during that while I did a lot of soul-searching. I also faced a number of issues I had buried. Maybe, the way things ended with us made me face them. Still, I resented you for your role in this whole, fucking introspective journey."

"Still traveling?"

She smiled. "A bit. But, I think I've seen most of the interesting ports."

"I would like to hear about it?"

She winced and turned away.

"Goddamn it, Kyle. Goddamn it. I told myself that this would be a quick meeting and I'd tell you to go fuck yourself."

"You already did that the last time we were together. Plus your welcoming gesture sorta reinforced that feeling."

She laughed. "Yes, I guess it did."

Hearing her laugh brought back torrents of sweet memories. I wanted to tell her so, but knew this was not the time.

Ferry drew a deep breath. "Kyle, I told my father and the others we were meeting. We knew you were in town and figured you were looking to partner with someone. So, I'll go back and report. I'll let you know when we've reached a decision or if we want to meet to discuss it further."

"Thank you, that's all I can ask."

We stood. I took her trash and resisted the urge to kiss her cheek.

"Tonight," she said.

"What about tonight?"

"Dinner at the KC Club. Eight sharp. Wear something decent."

"Eight sharp," I said, surprising myself that I could speak.

Ferry turned and walked away.

*** 

"So?"

Annie was all over me the moment I returned to our office. She wanted every detail and a blow by blow of everything we said. I filled her in as best I could.




Room w View Ch. 07



When I finished and answered all her questions, Annie asked me if we got to any personal stuff. 

"Well as soon as we met she slapped me so hard I thought my head was coming off."

"Ouch!" said Annie.

"Yeah, but I am meeting her for dinner tonight."

Annie looked around to make sure no one was lurking at my door. She pulled me to her and hugged me so hard I couldn't breathe. "Go get her, Tiger." I wasn't quite sure who would be the tiger in our dinner meeting.

*** 

I asked around and found out the KC Club was a members only establishment. Favored by the movers and shakers of the business community, it was known for their steaks and for the number of alcoves that lent themselves to dinners out of sight of prying eyes. 

Fortunately, I brought a couple designer suits I bought after my partnership began. I opted for a dark blue accompanied by a pale blue Egyptian cotton shirt and Hermes red silk tie. I even broke out a new bottle of Diana's latest cologne for men and added a couple judicious dabs. I opted for a cab and arrived at the KC Club a few minutes before eight.

The Club was located on the top floor of a twenty story building in downtown. A maître d' recognized my name and showed me to the bar. He said I could wait there for Ms. Williams. The perimeter of the south side was floor to ceiling glass offering a spectacular view of the downtown and the lights from The Paseo and other boulevards heading toward the affluent southern part of the community. I ordered a Glenmorangie neat and enjoyed the view.

I was debating ordering a second drink when a felt a touch on my arm. A scent of a subtle perfume wafted toward me. I turned to see Ferry settling on one of the tall stools. 

"Nothing to say?" she asked.

Ferry's new short haircut framed her face and accented her delicate facial structure. Light blue eyeliner accented her deep blue eyes, as if they needed any help to be more alluring. She was wearing a pale yellow dress that was tight enough to let her tight body show and carrying a small black bag. I noticed her French manicure. Despite what many of the fashions mags claimed, this classic style fit perfectly with Ferry. Finally, I managed to get a word out.

"Drink?"

"So, you can talk." Turning back toward the bar, she said, "Paul, I'll have a dirty martini and please bring another Scotch."

There were so many things I wanted to discuss with Ferry. Of course, I wondered if there was any response from her firm about our proposition. I wanted to learn more about what she had mentioned about her introspective journey. Mostly, I wanted to know if there was any hope that we could ever resume our relationship.

"I love this view," Ferry said after a sip from her drink. I swiveled to look at what she was seeing. "Sometimes, I come here to remind myself that so many of those problems down there can be managed if we take a different look at them. Perspective, Kyle, perspective."

"Good to have perspective," I said.

"So, let's eat."

Ferry stood and I pulled out some money to pay for our drinks. The maître d' came over and escorted us to a small booth in a dark corner of the restaurant.

Ferry ordered another martini and I another Scotch. I was thankful I took a cab.

Our waiter reviewed the evening's specials and we placed our order. I noticed that all of the staff seemed to pay particular attention to Ferry. I mentioned this to her.

"That's because they've never seen me with a man," she said with a smile as she sipped from her frosty glass.

"You only come here with women?" I asked. 

"No, I come here often. This is my father's favorite spot. I meant coming here with a man that could be considered a date. Usually I'm with my father, partners in the firm or clients. I've had more than a couple offers from the staff to fix me up with a son, nephew or cousin. After a string of polite refusals, I think the people here thought I was either lesbian or an ice princess. So, tonight is like a coming out party for me. I am declaring my heterosexuality."

"Glad to be of service. Only..."

Ferry fixed me with her stare. "Only what?"

"Only, I wish it were a date."

Ferry remained silent for a long time. She finished her drink and settled back into the deep leather of our booth. 

"I have dated, you know," she said. "Just never brought anyone here."

"I would think that you would never have any lack of men wanting to take you out."

Ferry looked around the room and catching the eye of the maître d', beckoned him.

"Yes, Ms. Williams?"

"Luc, would you please send over Peter?"

He smiled and left. "Who's Peter?" I asked.

"The sommelier," she said with a smile. "I want something else to drink, but could not handle another martini. We're both having meat, so would a red be all right with you?"

"Sure."

"And, I'm going for something expensive. I figure you'll be picking up the tab, right?"

"My pleasure."

A middle-aged man approached and greeted Ferry. She informed him of our dinner choices and asked for some recommendations. He opened a large wine menu and discussed some options with her. After a bit of a back and forth, Ferry settled on a California cabernet. Peter smiled and went on his way.

"Oh, you're not upset that I didn't consult you? Are you?"

"No, not at all. Although I might have opted for the 2005 over the 2007."

Ferry smiled and for the first time since we reconnected I felt it was a genuine gesture. "Yeah, I was being a controlling bitch."

"Not a problem," I said.

"You're not pissed?"

"Ferry, I am so happy that you agreed to see me that you would have to go a lot further to piss me off."

She nodded silently and then said, "Well, the night's young."

Peter arrived with the bottle and Ferry approved it. He opened it and suggested we let it breathe for a bit. In the meantime he called over a young woman with a tray that held two glasses of red wine.

"This is one of our standard wines. It's decent and you can enjoy it while yours breathes. It should be ready for your dinner. These are, of course, complimentary."

The lady served the wine and Ferry and I found ourselves alone. We toasted and tasted. The wine was surprisingly good for a house choice. Ferry set her glass down and leaned forward.

"So, how about business first?"

I nodded.

"Well, not to burst your bubble, but after your email we pretty much knew that Stone was going to make some sort of offer. My father and the other shareholders were waiting for me when I returned to the office. We discussed the general concept that you outlined and then talked about it. As you might imagine, there were many arguments against making any sort of change and for aligning with an east coast firm. We've seen other arrangements of this sort in KC before and they all ended up in flames. As lawyers, we are naturally cautious and even more so when it impacts our futures."

My heart pounded as I feared she was leading up to a flat no. I didn't think Agnes would take that very well. Going back to our office with my tail between my legs and having Martin piss all over me was not a pleasant thought. I was building counter-arguments to make to Ferry when she began to speak again.

"Along with being cautious, however, we are also aware that the legal landscape is changing rapidly. Regional firms such as ours may be a dying breed. The business world is national and international. We have tossed around affiliating with a larger firm that already has national and international clients. So, your inquiry might have arrived at a propitious time."

"You mean you'll consider it?" My trip into the valley of despair was now turning into a flight of fancy.

"I mean that we agree to meet with Agnes and whomever she brings with her. We will listen and ask lots of questions. This is not in any way to be construed as anything more than curiosity. It is not a sign that we are serious about considering any type of affiliation. Also, it does not mean that we would be vaguely interested in an arrangement as you outlined." 

A foot in the door. That's how I saw it. Harder to close the door when we have a shoe firmly lodged in the jamb. I knew Agnes was an excellent negotiator and I would never bet against her. At least, I got us this far.

"Happy?" Ferry asked.

"Encouraged," I replied.

"Not happy to be sitting across from me?" she said, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly>

"That is a different subject," I replied.

Our salads arrived and we mostly picked at them in silence. Luc reappeared and placed a plate with small slices of French bread before Ferry. She took a small bite to clear her palate of the taste of the salad dressing and the wine she had just drunk. Luc poured a taste of the cabernet into a large-bowled glass.

Ferry swirled, smelled and sampled. She looked at Luc and smiled.

He poured the wine into my glass and then into Ferry's. It was quite excellent.

"Are you happy to be here?" she asked.

"More than you will ever know. I had reconciled myself to believe I would never have this opportunity again in my life."

"It's just a business meeting, Kyle."

"A business meeting with a woman who spent the good part of the afternoon getting ready."

Ferry eyed me.

"Definitely had a manicure and I think a facial," I said. "I'm not certain, but I also think you had your hair styled just a bit. It looks wonderful, by the way. I like how it brings out your eyes and cheeks. Also, I noticed that when you walked to our table and had to adjust your shoe that your soles were not scuffed. So, I'm thinking new shoes. Very nice they make your calves look incredible. Just enough heel to be wicked while avoiding being CFM's."

Ferry laughed at this last observation.

"I don't own any 'come fuck me's'," she said. "As for the rest of your suppositions, well, let's say a woman never tells."

Our steaks arrived and Luc stopped by to pour more wine. The meat was perfect and flavorful. In spite of the butterflies in my stomach, I savored each bite.

Ferry asked a couple questions about Tiffany and Brittany and their wedding. I described the ceremony and reception. When I told her that they had relocated to California, she asked if I missed them.

"Definitely," I said, "But I did take over their apartment, so it's not like I don't think of them."

I told her that we had kept in touch. I ventured that Tiffany was pregnant and due in early fall. Again, I held back on my role as the sperm donor.

"Good for them," she said.

In place of dessert, we opted for cappuccinos with a side of brandy.

"Kyle, I've been debating with myself about tonight. The business part was easy. Now, I wonder if I should bring up anything personal."

"Ferry, I know I hurt you. There isn't a day—literally not one day—that I don't regret that. I know you probably don't believe me or maybe don't care what I feel, but if there was ever any way I could make up to you, I will do it. Even if we never have another 'none date', I want to prove to you that I never wanted to hurt you."

She toyed with her cup, looking down at the table. Slowly, she raised her head. With moist eyes, she asked if I could listen to her and not interrupt.

I reached out and brushed the back of her hand. She jerked but did not pull it completely away. "Yes."

Ferry signaled our waiter and asked for the check. "I don't want to go into everything here. Do you have some place we can talk?"

I explained about the suite that was once both residence and living quarters. I told her Annie and I shared it and I could call to see if she were around. Ferry nodded. I used my cell and got her voicemail. I told her that Ferry and I would be coming back and would appreciate any privacy she could afford us. I was confident Annie would go to a movie or something and let us be alone.

We cabbed to the hotel. Entering the suite I turned on the lights. 

"Drink?"

"Brandy, if you have it."

The suite had come stocked with plenty of nips of every type of liquor. I poured two snifters and we sat in the living room. I began to raise my glass and froze. Over Ferry's shoulder I saw a naked Annie walking toward me. The music blaring in her ear buds enabled her to bounce along with the beat. She was drying her hair and didn't notice me and obviously had no clue Ferry was there.

Ferry saw me turn white and turned to see what I was looking at.

"What?" she said. 

At that moment, Annie looked up and saw us. She shrieked and pulled the towel in front of her. It was a small towel and was not up to the task of covering her ample body. She jerked the ear buds out and stood with her mouth open.

"Annie, we have company."

"Thanks for the heads up," she said.

"I called and left a voice mail."

"I was in the sauna and then rinsed off in your shower. I never heard my phone."

"Annie, I think you remember Ferry Williams. Ferry, Annie O'Donnell is now my assistant."

Ferry looked at the naked woman. She turned and looked at me. I shrugged.

"Office casual?" Annie offered.

Ferry broke up. 

I began to breathe again.

"Now, if you two will excuse me, I'm going into my room, lock the door and never face another human being in my life."

Annie walked past us, keeping the towel in front to offer minimal shielding for her breasts and crotch. Her abundant butt jiggled and bounced. 

"So, I see some things haven't changed," Ferry said.

"Uh, well...oh, shit. Look Annie walked in on my by accident while I was jumping rope."

"In the nude, I assume."

"Yes, but it was an accident."

"A fortuitous one, I imagine," Ferry said.

"An accident, Ferry. That's all it was."

"Ok, but how does that translate into her walking around nude in your suite?"

"We talked about what had happened. Annie was concerned that I would be angry and fire her."

"Ah, I bet she learned that she actually made your day."

"Ferry, let me explain."

"Kyle, somehow when we're together I hear you saying that quite often. But, go on." She sipped her brandy and sat back in her chair. A faint smile crossed her lips.

"I said that I was not upset, only that I did not want to offend her. Annie told me she was a nudist or naturalist, whatever, and that being naked in the company of others didn't bother her. She also talked about her body image and how she felt about her weight. I tried to tell her that she was a pretty woman, but she didn't see it. Then, one evening I was in the sauna and Annie joined me. I told her she looked great. I don't think she believed me, but since then we've had a sort of clothing optional arrangement when it is just the two of us. It has not gone further than that. There is nothing sexual going on."

"Other than two adults walking around nude," said Ferry.

"Can you believe that it's not sexual?"

"Not really," she said and getting up to pour another brandy. "Especially taking into consideration what I know about you."

I began to steam. I again said it was nothing sexual and it was totally consensual and did not affect our professional relationship.

We sat not looking or speaking with each other. I figured any hope I had of reconciling with Ferry was as dead as any possible relationship with her law firm. I was wondering how much brandy I could drink to erase my memory of this evening.

"Kyle, as strange as it may sound, I think this incident is a perfect lead in to what I wanted to talk about with you. But, I desperately need some coffee. If I have another sip of alcohol, I'll be in a coma. Could you fix me some and show me the way to a bathroom?"

I pointed out the powder room by the door to our suite and began to make coffee. By the time Ferry reappeared, I had set out two mugs on the table between our chairs. She sat and took a sip. 

"Kyle, these last months have been quite an experience for me. When I left you and the firm, I came back home. I was hurt, confused, angry and depressed. I hung around my mother's house, slept most of the day and generally let myself deteriorate. After a couple weeks, I couldn't stand myself and decided to try to take control of my life. I talked with my mother and told her I wanted to get back to work. She suggested I speak with my father. I hadn't had much of a relationship with him since he and mom divorced. But, I called him.

"He was happy to hear from me. We met and he offered me a position. So, I began to work. That helped restore part of my self-esteem. I'm a good lawyer, Kyle, and it felt good to be involved in client work. Now, I had to face two personal demons. One, I needed to reconcile my feelings about my father and, two, I needed to understand my feelings about sex. Come to find out these two issues were closely related."

Ferry drank her coffee. I wanted to ask her so many questions, but knew this was her story and she needed to tell it in her own way at her own pace.

"I was Daddy's little girl," she began. "It's just me and my sister. I'm six years older, so for a long time I had my parents' complete attention. I loved my father and he loved me. We would do a lot of things together. Trips to the zoo, to the Lake of the Ozarks, vacations in Chicago and Denver, we had fun together. Of course, my mother was part of all this, but my father and I formed a strong bond. When my sister was born, things changed, but not in a bad way. I remained my father's favorite. He loved my sister, but he and I had something special."

Ferry kicked off her shoes and was flexing her toes. "You were right about these being new shoes. My feet are killing me."

"Foot massage?"

"Really?"

"Why not?" I said.

"Ok, but let me get rid of these panty hose. And, would you have something I could slip into? I wore this dress because it shows off my figure."

Smiling I said, "Well, then I say damn good choice."

"Yeah, I wanted you to know what you were missing," Ferry said. "But, it's tight and uncomfortable. I want to tell you this whole story. So, can you help?"

"Not to repeat history," I said, "But I could find a shirt you could wear. Also, I think you could pull a pair of sweats on. They will be big, but you aren't going jogging in them."

Ferry nodded and I led her to my bedroom. I pulled out a laundered blue oxford shirt and found a clean pair of sweats. "How about I freshen your coffee while you get changed?"

"Thanks," she said and touched my arm.

Ferry emerged wearing just my long shirt. She smiled shyly, said the pants were way too big and sat on the couch. I moved to the couch so I would be able to have her foot in my lap.

"Brings back memories," I said.

"Maybe we should have Annie come out and watch?"

"I'm sorry about that. I never meant to embarrass you that night in my apartment." I recalled how nervous I was about undressing her after she passed out. Diana advised me on the best approach. When Ferry later discovered that someone had watched me undress her, she reacted and that essentially was the end for us.

As she extended her foot to rest on my lap, I wondered if she were extending an offer of peace between us. I prayed for that to be the case.

"Kyle, I've worked through a lot since I returned here. The truth is I am still angry that you took my clothes off while someone watched. Now, I don't want to discuss that now. While you work your magic on my feet, let me tell you why I'm even talking to you again."

Being the wise man that I am, I shut my mouth. If only more men could learn this tactic, we'd have a lot less rancor between men and women. My ego drove me to convince Ferry of the rightness of my actions. Thank god, my brain enabled me to just listen to her.

Working my thumbs deep into the arch of her foot brought a contented sigh. Ferry smiled, sipped her coffee and told me what she had discovered.

"Kyle, I've had months to think about my life. Plus, I've been seeing a psychologist twice a week. I'm finally at a point where I can talk about why I reacted the way I did. I want you to understand what made me react the way I did. Funny, I didn't know why I was so upset until I've had this time and help to figure it out."




Room w View Ch. 07



Building on the fact that she was her father's favorite, Ferry described a combination of two events that shaped her life. She was just blossoming in puberty. Both insecure and curious about her newly arrived curves, she would often spend time looking at herself. With her mother frequently off on trips, her father working crazy hours, and her little sister in school, Ferry sometimes enjoyed an afternoon where she would strip and admire herself in the mirror. As she described it, it made her feel "grown up and sexy." One afternoon, her school was let out early because of a teacher's conference. Ferry arrived home to find no one around. Racing to her room, she pulled all her clothes off and checking herself out in the mirror tried to determine if her boobs had grown any in the last twenty-four hours. She wanted lunch and decided to be really daring. Opening her bedroom door, she checked the hallway and then stepped out. 

"Kyle, my skin was all goosebumps and I could hardly breathe. Yet, I felt so alive and so sexy. Imagine a geeky sixteen-year old girl feeling sexy! But, that's what I was thinking."

She described going down to the kitchen and getting a soda and some chips. She enjoyed the movement of air over her naked skin. When she walked by a cabinet or a polished surface, she caught a glimpse of her naked body and felt so grown up. Heading back to her room, she sensed a movement. Her father was standing in the doorway. He looked at her naked body. Ferry froze. With her hands full, she could not even cover herself. Finally, her father spoke.

"Sweetie, I think you should go back to your room and get dressed."

Ferry burst into tears and ran upstairs. She told me she bawled her eyes out. Lying on her bed, she wished her father would come in and comfort her. What would he think of her? She craved his love and approval, now she had destroyed all that. Ferry dressed and went for a long bike ride. Maybe when she arrived home, she could talk with her father.

It was late in the afternoon when she came home. Her father's car was gone, but her mother's was there. She found her mother sitting at the kitchen counter with a tumbler of a dark liquid in front of her.

"Mom, is everything ok?" Of course, she feared her father had told her mother about finding their daughter running naked through the house. Now, not only had she lost her father's respect, but her mother would also think she was a tramp.

"It's your father," her mother said and took a long drink of something that smelled strong even at the distance Ferry stood. Ferry's stomach clinched. Her mother was going to tell her what an awful girl she was.

Tears formed in her mother's eyes. She looked at Ferry and then opened her arms. Ferry ran to her and they embraced. Her mother said into her ear, "He's left us."

The words made no sense. What did she mean he'd left us? Left us where? How?

"I don't understand, Mom."

"It's quite simple, dear. Your father has abandoned me, you and your sister. He has moved out. He has destroyed this family."

Ferry felt as if she'd been kicked. Immediately, she connected her father seeing her naked with the fact that he left. She was convinced it was her fault. Sobbing she said, "It's all my fault. I'm sorry, Mom. It's all my fault."

Her mother tried to comfort her. "No, dear, it's only his fault. His own selfish fault."

Ferry was torn between telling her mother why her father left and fearing what her mother would say. She just kept hugging her mom. Her mother said she had to go and pick up her sister from a friend's house.

"How am I going to explain to her that we're all alone now?"

Later that night, her sister came to Ferry's room. She had been crying and her sister crawled in bed next to her. "Why did daddy leave, Ferry?"

Ferry fought the urge to answer because your sister is a slut. Instead she pulled her sister to her and the two of them cried themselves to sleep.

Ferry paused in her story. I switched to work on her other foot.

"This feels so good, Kyle. Thank you."

"I'm sorry to hear about your father leaving. Surely, you understand that it probably had absolutely nothing to do with him catching you as he did."

"I do now, but then I was full of guilt. To make up for it, especially since I couldn't confess it to anyone, I determined I would never act that way again. So, I can trace my hang-up on never walking around naked. In my apartment, Kyle, it was ok, since I felt it was just my bedroom. Even so, I always liked to put something on after we made love. When I saw you in your apartment, I freaked. I wanted you to cover up. It was the only 'proper' way to be. Being naked outside your bedroom was wrong. Obviously, when I learned about other people looking at you through your window, well, that blew my mind to use an old cliché. Also, I felt abandoned by my father. At my age that was a powerful emotion. So, to add to my pile of psychoses, I now mistrusted men and any sign of infidelity or a break in trust was enough to send me running away."

Ferry stretched her legs and I could see the crotch of her yellow panties. I willed my eyes away and kept rubbing her foot.

"So, what I've come to find out that my father and mother split for reasons not any way connected to him finding me without clothes. He didn't know I would be home. He had come to pack a bag so he would be gone by the end of the day. It took a while to see it, but he and my mother had drifted apart. As much as I loved her, and still do, I now recognize she's a difficult woman and probably even more difficult to live with. Unfortunately, as a teenager I did not see that. With my mother's subtle encouragement, I began to hate my father. I refused to see him or talk with him. I knew it hurt him and I was happy I could do that. Funny, it was after college that I began to rebuild my relationship with him. Now, we are as close as ever. I love him to pieces. As for mom, she is on husband number three and I think that will soon be over."

Ferry pulled her knees up. I could see her panties stretching against her crotch and even a shallow camel toe. "Thanks, that felt great. I really should be going."

I reached for her hand. "Ferry, I can imagine how hard it was to tell me all this information. I appreciate your courage. I wonder if now you think there might be a chance that you and I could work on rebuilding our relationship?"

Ferry pulled her hand away and hugged herself. "I suppose that may be part of the reason I wanted to spill my guts like this. I understand a bit now that your desire to walk around naked was not anything that you saw as harming our relationship. In addition to therapy, I've done a lot of reading on exhibitionism. I wouldn't say I completely get the sexual thrill part, but I also understand that it was important and exciting to you. But, I have to tell you that I don't know if I can get past the fact that you exposed me to another woman. That, Kyle, is something I'm still working on."

I started to speak, but Ferry asked me to stop. "Kyle, I'm wasted. I'm going to get dressed and go home. I do promise, however, that we will have another time to talk. Honestly, I don't think I could listen to you now."

Ferry rose and went to the bedroom to get dressed. In a few minutes, she was pulling on her shoes and getting ready to leave.

"Let me take you home," I said.

"Just call me a cab," she replied. Then with a wide grin, "And, this time, you don't need to give me any money."

She kissed my cheek and left the suite. I called down and asked the concierge to have a cab waiting.

There was so much to process from what Ferry told me. I doubted I would sleep much tonight thinking about every word she said. But, I needed to do something first.

I knocked on Annie's door. "Anyone home?" I called out.

"No, there is no one here. And if there were, she would be still digging a hole to climb into."

"Annie, open up. Let me in."

After a couple minutes without hearing from her, I saw the knob move. I waited a minute, tried the door and it moved.

Annie was curled on her bed dressed in a tee shirt and shorts. After a short internal debate, I climbed in behind her and spooned her.

"It's ok, Annie," I said.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is. There's no harm done. It was nothing really," I tried to convince her. "Hey, so you were naked. I like you naked."

Annie turned on the bed and we lay face to face.

"Kyle, you don't get it, do you?"

"Guess not."

"It wasn't you seeing me naked. Here I was in all my fat ass glory in front of an incredibly beautiful woman, a former co-worker and a potential future co-worker. She was sitting there perfectly coiffed, dressed in something that wouldn't fit around my fucking leg and I'm doing the bouncy-bouncy in the nude. It's humiliating."

She turned away from me again.

I put my hand across her tummy and pulled her to me. 

"Kyle, please don't."

"I'm just holding you."

"No you're touching my gross belly. God, I'm surprised you aren't puking."

She tried to pry my hand away, but I resisted. "Turn over. I want to hold you."

Annie remained motionless. I gently tugged at her middle. Slowly she turned and I pulled her to me. Her head rested on my shoulder and I ran my hand up and down her back.

"Annie, I hope you never believe that I think of you that way. I try to tell you how pretty you are. If you weren't my colleague, I'd also be telling you how sexy you are."

She turned her face up to look at me.

"Now, I know you're shitting me."

"No, Annie, if circumstances were different, I wouldn't just be rubbing your back."

Annie smiled weakly. "It's ok, Kyle, I'll call and get you an appointment with the eye doctor."

I didn't know how to get through to her. Thinking I may be jumping off a tall building without a parachute, I slipped my free hand onto her breast. She was wearing no bra and I felt her breast under her shirt. Her nipple hardened as I made contact.

"Oh, my god," she said. She moved her thigh between my legs and felt the hard rod. "Oh, my god, you're turned on."

"I'm a guy and I'm touching a really attractive female. An erection is the normal and preferred reaction."

Annie laughed. She rubbed her thigh along my erection a couple times and then turned back on her side, pushing her ample behind into my crotch. I resisted the urge to thrust back and instead just let my erection rest between her cheeks.

"Can you stay a little bit?" she asked.

"As long as you'd like."

Annie took my hand and guiding it under her shirt, placed it on her naked right breast. "Thank you, Kyle."

"Kyle, did you ever think that maybe just once we could..."

I knew what she was leading to and I also had thought about having sex with her.

"Annie, yes, I have thought about it. But, I'm afraid the answer is no."

"Because you don't find me attractive?"

I squeezed her breast and pushed my erecting snuggly between her cheeks. "You really think that?"

Annie giggled and pushed back with her bottom. "Hey, any port in a storm."

"Annie, you're not any port. But at the risk of carrying the metaphor too long, you are a safe harbor. I want us to be able to work together and not have to worry about how it might affect sex between us. I doubt if I will ever hold you like this again. Though, I would want to. A lot."

"So, it's because we work together, you won't sleep with me once."

"Yes," I said and kissed the back of her neck. "Also, I know once would never be enough."

We lay in this position for a long time, the air thick with the implications of what we'd just said to each other. In spite of the intimacy of our position, we soon drifted to sleep. I had dreams of Annie straddling me and fucking the shit out of me. The image would then morph to Ferry riding me for all I was worth. I pictured her toned naked body and the out-of-character tattoo of the dwarf thrusting into her pubic mound. Next, Annie was back on my dick and Ferry was rubbing her pussy on my face as the two of them played with each other's boobs. I awoke early the next morning with major wood and my hand still grasping Annie's delicate breast. Easing myself out of bed, I went to my shower, rinsed and masturbated until I had a knee-bending orgasm.

I dried and debated about dressing. After last night I wondered if maybe Annie and I had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed. Going back and forth, I decided to try to reestablish normal between Annie and me. As strange as it sounded, normal spurred me to walk out of my bedroom naked.

Annie was making pancakes. She wore an apron, but I was staring at her naked butt.

"Morning," I called out and poured coffee. 

"Morning, Kyle," Annie replied and looked over her shoulder to see me sipping from my mug. She smiled seeing me naked. "Have it ready in a second."

Annie piled two plates with hot pancakes and brought them over to where I stood. We had fallen into the habit of standing at the kitchen counter to eat breakfast. It just seemed more natural as we never wore clothes this early in the morning. Since we moved our operations to the new office, there was no risk of someone interrupting us.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

"Mean, feeling less like a babbling baby?"

"Annie, about last night..."

"Hey, that's make a great title for a movie," she quipped. I guessed she was trying to avoid talking about what happened between us.

"Annie, we need to discuss it."

She swallowed a mouthful of pancakes, drank some coffee and turned to face me. I looked at her naked flesh. 

"Annie, I apologize for getting so touchy last night. I wanted to snuggle and it went a bit too far. I never want to do anything that would make working together uncomfortable for either of us."

"Did it disgust you?"

"Hell, no, it turned me on. But, we cannot have that kind of relationship. I'm your boss. I know that sounds like I'm an asshole, but it's a fact. I should not be making any advances. Last night I was out of bounds and I ask you to forgive me."

"Why? Are you afraid I'll report you or make a complaint?"

"No, but are you upset?"

"Kyle, I enjoyed being close to you. I loved your touch on my breast. I loved the feel of your hard cock up against my ass. I even loved the lies you told me about finding me sexy. So, no I'm not going to complain, but I am also not going to delude myself into thinking it was anything other than a mercy snuggle. And, as nice as it sounded, I think if we did it once, you would not be looking for more."

She was tearing up again. I wanted to argue with her and tell her she was wrong. In fact it was a mercy snuggle. I caught myself. No, it was more than that and yes, I could have easily made love to her. I knew she would be a giving and receptive lover.

"Ok, truth time," I said. "Yes, I went to you because I knew you were embarrassed and probably beating yourself up. I also wanted to make you feel better. So, I thought maybe a snuggle would help. But, honest to God, Annie, I was aroused because you turned me on. Annie you mean a lot to me. You are a wonderful co-worker and, I hope, a friend. At this time, that's going to be it."

"Hell, I can live with that." She smiled weakly and stood there. I opened my arms and we moved toward each other. Embracing her, I enjoyed the feeling of her flesh pressed against me. 

Stepping back I asked, "We ok?"

"Yeah, we're ok." Annie smiled and started cleaning up. I helped and we filled the dishwasher and started it.

"What's on for today?" she asked.

"Truth, I'm still tired. Think I'll take a nap and then just hang around."

"Hoping she'll call?"

I know I blushed. I shrugged.

"Ok, I'm going shopping. I actually think I can fit into smaller-sized pants. So, look out mall."

In my room, I pulled my cell and texted my go-to source for guidance.

A few minutes later my phone buzzed.

"Hey, handsome, nice to feel you reaching out."

Even if there were no double entendre contained in her comment, Diana's voice made my dick get thick.

"Hi, thanks for getting back to me. How are you doing?"

"I'm sure that's why you called me. I'm back in Boston for a week. I was hoping you'd be around."

I explained what was going on in KC.

"So, you and Ferry talked. That's good."

The good part was that Ferry told me about her past and how that influenced her today. The bad part was that she still was angry that I undressed her while Diana watched. I explained all that to Diana.

"I can understand her feeling. I'd say it probably is indignation," said Diana. 

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Kyle, this may seem hard for you, but do nothing."

"But, I really want Ferry to know that I want her back."

"Patience," she said. Diana then said she had to go.

I napped and later I watched some baseball until Annie arrived back at the suite, arms laden with bags. She modeled her new clothes and they looked great. She suggested an evening in. We ordered from room service and watched a couple movies. By nine o'clock, I was ready for sleep.

The next day we opted to drive out to Independence and spend some time at the Harry Truman library. Truman was one of my heroes and I enjoyed living in his shoes for a bit. The only distraction was checking my phone every ten minutes to see if Ferry called. Finally, Annie demanded I give her the phone. I protested, she insisted and I handed it over. It allowed me to enjoy the rest of my visit. The second we were back in the parking lot I demanded the phone. No calls, no messages.

After a great steak dinner at a local restaurant, we were in our respective beds early.

I was in our new office at eight when Alice said there was a call.

"Ferry?"

"Hi, Kyle. Look, I'll get to the point. Set up something with Agnes here in our office for Wednesday afternoon. There will be five of us, maybe a couple more who are trying to reschedule court appearances. You can let us know who will be on your side. I suggest you have Annie get in touch with Will Goy, he's our practice manager. They can work out all the details. Kyle, I can't emphasize strongly enough that this is a get to know you meeting. We will listen to Agnes, but do not count on any answers or commitments. Understood?"

"Absolutely. I think your people will like what Agnes has to say. We'll get working on the details right away. Tell Will that Annie will call within the hour. Is there anything else, Ferry?"

We both knew I was fishing to see if she thought any more about the two of us. After a short pause, Ferry said, "Do you think Dino's Deli can fix another lunch?"

"Pretty sure they can."

"Same place and time," she said and was gone.

I called Agnes with the good news. We spent nearly an hour discussing strategy. She asked me to join her. I suggested Annie sit in to take notes and she agreed. Annie called Will Goy and she said she was going to their office to work on details. I had some work to do on Jerome's latest offer for a web design firm in St. Louis. I managed to sneak some time to order lunch. Rushing out the door, I shouted to Alice that I'd be back later.

I was sitting on the same stone bench in the park waiting for Ferry. In a few minutes, she walked briskly toward me. I rose with a broad smile across my face. She looked great in her navy skirt and tan blouse. He toned legs ate up the walkway.

I help up the boxed lunches. Using her left hand this time, Ferry smacked me hard across the face. Damn, if her left wasn't just as strong as her right.

"Both of these the same," she said eying the boxes.

I nodded and she grabbed the one from my right hand. Sitting, she opened the box and began eating.

"Aren't you joining me?" she asked in a sugar sweet voice.

"What was that slap for?" I said and touched my cheek to feel the heat.

"Oh, I got a call today."

My mind raced. Could Annie have called and discussed our night in bed?




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"Yes, quite interesting. My assistant, Rita, is still having palpitations."

"Ferry, what are you talking about?"

"Seems Rita is one of those ladies who devour all the fashion mags, watch all those next models shows and all that. She comes bursting into my office to announce that I, and now I quote, 'won't fucking believe who was on the line', endquote. I assured here I didn't. So, she gushes that Di X is calling me. That she, Rita, had just spoken to the top model in the world, the world's most beautiful woman, the Entrepreneur of the Year, and a few other titles. I knew who Diana Xavier is. I asked if she said why she is calling. Rita shook her head. I imagined she probably was rendered mute the second she heard who it was."

Ferry took another bite from her tuna sandwich. "God, I don't know what they do to tuna, but this is just the best I've ever had. Still not eating, Kyle? Something upsetting you?"

My stomach was tied in more knots than you'd find at a Boy Scout jamboree. I opened the water and took a sip, allowing half of it to dribble down my shirtfront.

"So, I took the call. It went something like this. Pardon if I don't do the breathy tones of Ms. Xavier.

"Ferry Williams?"

"Yes."

"This is Diana Xavier. I wonder if you know who I am?"

At this point Kyle, I was getting a little annoyed and when I do that, I get sarcastic. So, I said, "I think so, don't you?"

My jaw dropped.

Ferry said she heard the most outrageous laugh on the other end. 

"No wonder," Diana said.

"No wonder, what?" I asked.

"Ferry, may I call you that?"

"Sure. Do I call you X?"

"Another chuckle. 'How about you call me Diana?'"

After I said sure, she began to speak. "I take it you recognize my name. But, the reason I'm calling is to inform you of another way you may know me."

"How's that?"

"I have the apartment directly across from Kyle?"

"At that point, Kyle, I think my world stopped. Did I just hear this famous model and businesswoman tell me that she is you secret watcher?"

Ferry looked at me. Sweat was pouring down my brow, my collar was soaked and I knew that my suit jacket would be going directly to the dry cleaners.

"So, smart lawyer and witty person that I am, I said, 'Oh.'"

"And, so," Diana continued, "it's no wonder Kyle is so in love with you."

"If my world had stopped when she told me she was the voyeur to your exhibitionism, hearing her say you love me blew that world off its axis."

"Ferry, I can..."

"Kyle, you can be quiet right now. I'm not finished."

Ferry took another bite and a sip of water.

"We had a long conversation, Kyle. A very long conversation. I got angry when she told me that you called her after I spoke with you the other night. I felt betrayed all over again. So, that was today's slap. But, she finally helped me to realize that you relied on her to help you work through your thoughts. She also explained about the night I showed up drunk at your door. I was embarrassed that she was talking to me about it, but there's something in her voice that calmed me and allowed me to listen to her. She told me how you agonized about what to do. Finally, she said she convinced you to take my outer clothes off and cover me with a shirt. She also said you were the perfect gentleman.

"I asked her if later you were in the living room and exposing yourself to her. She admitted it and admitted she urged you to do so. She said she was not proud of what she did, but it was what it was."

I took some more water and managed to get in in my mouth. It did little to slake my scorched throat.

"I asked her why she did that."

"Because he has the best cock I've ever seen and I was turned on and wanted to have an orgasm," she said.

"After that, Kyle, I guessed there was not much we couldn't discuss. I told her about my own coming to terms with exhibitionism. She's very smart, you know."

I nodded.

"By the end of the conversation, I felt like we might even become friends. She said that you were in agony over having hurt me. That you wished you could undo anything that caused me pain. She also said she felt she had to call and let me know that she was complicit. She also said she never spied on us when we were making love, not that we would have done that in the living room with the fucking drapes wide open."

"Ferry, I am so sorry. I want you back in my life so much. I will do anything to regain your trust."

"Honestly?"

"Yes. Anything."

"Ok," Ferry said. "Did you sleep with Diana?"

"Yes."

"Before or after I left?"

"Way after. It was the night of the TV girls wedding."

Ferry nodded. "Did you sleep with her daughter?"

"If you mean, did we have sex—absolutely not. She did crawl into bed with Diana and me and we slept. But, that was it. There was no sex between us."

"That sounds borderline creepy, but let's let it ride for now. Have you slept with any other woman since we split up?"

I began to get irritated. I didn't think I'd have to undergo a cross-examination of my love life. I almost said something and then remembered I promised to do anything.

"Yes, one other woman?"

"Who?"

"Ferry, I wouldn't mind telling you, but it's highly personal."

"Fucking tends to be like that," she said.

"Not fair, Ferry. We had broken up."

"Do I know this person?"

I knew if I wanted to bring Ferry back into my life, I needed to be completely open.

"Ferry, I know I can trust you. This is very personal and confidential information. But, I want you know that I would only disclose this to you because I know you have such a complete sense of propriety."

"Did you screw someone's wife?"

"Ferry, I made love to Tiffany. And, I impregnated her."

Ferry slumped on the bench. "Well, I was not expecting that. Can you tell me how this came about? Was Tiffany cheating on Brittany?"

I was shaking my head as she asked the questions. Taking a deep breath, I relayed how the two of them approached me. I described how Brittany was part of the process. I left out the one night that Tiffany and I spent together. Tiffany didn't want Brittany to know about it. She also wanted to really let loose in our love making. I felt I would have seriously betrayed Tiffany if I disclosed that part of our relationship.

Ferry took it all in and sat quietly. She looked at the roses in bloom all around us. Finally she turned to me.

"You're quite a guy, Kyle Anders."

"And, you are quite the woman, Ferry Williams. I love you."

Tears welled in her eyes. I took her hand and she let me hold it. We sat in silence.

"Kyle, is that everything I need to know? I couldn't take another surprise."

"That's everything. Do you think we could try again?"

Slowly she nodded.

"Yeah, we could try again. But, we're going to go slow. You have to let me know what's going on with you."

I promised to be open and honest.

"You know, Diana, invited us to join her in France in the fall," Ferry said.

"Really? Why would she do that unless she knew we'd be back together?"

"She might have had an inkling after we talked."

"Ah. And, what did you say?"

"I told her I'd talk about it with you."

"And, what did she say?"

"She said to be sure to tell you that'd you'd love the spot she has in mind."

"Why?"

"Because there are lots of naked people there all the time."

I wrapped Ferry in my arms. "There's only one person I'm interested in being naked with right now."

We kissed. 

"Hmm, me, too," said Ferry, "But who knows about tomorrow?"

*****

This is a good time to take a pause in the story of Kyle and Ferry. I think you probably guess that they do get together and that the firms merge. Is it love ever after for our lovers and the firms? Well, time will tell. I think there is more to discover concerning Kyle and Ferry, along with Diana, Fanny and Annie. If you'd like to read more about them in the future, drop me an email. I think that the future could be quite interesting for these interesting people. Thank you for all your support and comments.



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The next day at work I was tempted to tell Ferry about the call. I decided not to do so because I didn't want to tell her I was nude in my apartment and exercised naked. Also, I was afraid that she might be grossed out thinking I was turned on by the experience.

For two days, I worked my usual grueling schedule. I kept my drapes closed and I didn't work out. 

On the third night after the call, I got home and felt like I was in the grips of a sexual desire stronger than I had experienced before. I drank two quick Scotches and went to my room and stripped. I grabbed my jump rope, walked to the living room and slowly pulled open the drapes.

With the overhead lights and table lamps turned on, I stepped up on the mat and began to jump. More than ever before, I was aware of my dick bouncing up and down. It slapped my stomach and then flopped between my legs. After a solid thirty minutes, I slowed my pace and eventually stopped. I grabbed a towel I had left on the couch and dried myself. I spent extra time rubbing my cock and balls. I pulled the towel away and faced the dark of the window with a semi-erection.

I then did a long session of stretching, making sure I faced the window.

As I did bends and stretches I turned my back to show my ass.

I wondered the whole time if Artemis were watching. I finished and went to the fridge to get some chilled water. The phone rang.

"That was beautiful, Kyle. Thank you."

"This is strange, Artemis."

"Yes, but I find it delicious. God, I nearly came looking at your ass as you bent over. It is a work of art."

I chuckled. "You only loved my ass."

"No, dear boy, I loved it all. I think you have a magnificent cock. When it's bouncing up and down, it just rocks my world. It's the kind I like—long and slender. You are beautiful."

"Thanks, Artemis."

"You're welcome. Does this mean you'll keep the drapes open from now on?"

"I don't know. What if somebody else sees me?"

"Kyle, most of the people on this side of the building are snowbirds. They have already left for Florida or Arizona. There is one apartment where an elderly couple lived, but they both recently had to move to assisted care. There is another one whose owner has macular degeneration and couldn't see past her fingers. No, Kyle, we are in luck for now. It's just you and me."

"Still, I worry."

"Why don't you move the mats back farther into your room? That will cut down on the number who can see in."

"Like just those on the same floor as me?"

"Don't go getting too cute, Kyle. Anyway, I think that there are two floors that could see nearly to the back of the room. Don't try to find me, Kyle. If you do, I'll end it."

I felt a tug in my gut. I did not want to end it.

"I won't, Artemis, I promise."

Hanging up, I rearranged the furniture and dragged the mats farther into the room. I turned to the window and smiled. Her conversation got to me and I was hard. I looked at the window and turned out the lights.

The phone rang again.

""That's a sweet erection. Did I do that?"

"You have a sexy voice, Artemis."

I swore I heard her purr. "Thanks, Kyle. Stroke your cock for me."

I hesitated for a second. I turned a light back on and then my hand found my erection. I slowly moved it up and down.

"God, that's hot. I'm touching myself right now."

I stroked faster and could hear her breathing hard.

"I'm going to cum, Kyle. Will you cum for me?"

I pumped hard and felt my orgasm rising. I grabbed my towel and in a few seconds was pumping a heavy load into it.

I heard deep moans from the phone.

"Oh, god, I needed that," she said. "Thanks. Next time, Kyle, I want to see you come. Don't hide it in the towel. Let it go so I can watch."

My mind was racing. She wanted to see me masturbate again. I was falling in love with a voice and willing to do whatever she asked.

My work days now seemed to drag on forever. I longed to get home to perform for Artemis. She would call at the end of my routines and we would talk. At first it was just about how I looked. Soon, though, we just talked. We'd bring up things from the news, places we traveled to or wanted to visit. I picked up that Artemis had been to many places, or at least knew a lot about cities like Paris, Rome, Milan and other European locales.

After working late by myself for hours, I got home on Friday and rushed to undress. I was walking into the living room when my cell rang. 

It was Ferry. She left early today to surprise her boyfriend on his birthday. Now, she sounded drunk.

"What's going on, Ferry? You're not making any sense."

"I just found out my fucking dickhead of a boyfriend is fucking around on me?"

As much time as Ferry and I spent together, we didn't talk a lot about our personal lives. I knew she lived with a guy, but that was the extent of my insight into her private life.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, I walked into our apartment and caught him with his cock in some bitch's cunt. What do you think?"

I had never heard her swear like this.

"I'm sorry, Ferry. Is there anything I can do?"

She started crying. I listened for a while.

"Ferry? Is there something I can do?"

"Can I crash at your place tonight? I don't want to go back to my place and I have nowhere else."

I inwardly groaned. This meant my nightly session with Artemis would not happen.

"Sure. Come on over. You can sleep on the couch."

"You're awesome, Kyle."

I gave her the address and alerted the desk that she would be coming. I looked across the dark space and shrugged my shoulders.

The land line rang.

"What's up, Kyle?"

"A friend from work just broke up with her boyfriend. She's going to crash here tonight. I have to get dressed. Sorry, Artemis."

"It's ok. That's sweet of you. Or, maybe you want to have sex with her."

"She's just a co-worker, Artemis. I like her, but we are not involved."

"Ok. I mean even if you were involved, I hope we could still have our special relationship."

I stopped when I heard the word "relationship." Was that what we are having?

"Artemis, we can talk later."

I pulled on jeans and a tee shirt and picked up other clothes lying around the apartment and tidied up a bit. The phone rang and the desk announced that Ferry was there. I asked them to send her up.

"I think I should accompany her," said Harry.

"That bad?" I asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks, Harry."

In a few minutes there was a knock and I opened to find Ferry barely standing as Harry held her up.

"Help me get her on the couch," I asked.

We maneuvered Ferry to couch and eased her down. She closed her eyes and looked like she passed out.

"Thanks, Harry, I'll catch you later." I had no money on me.

"No problem, Kyle. It's ok. She's going to have a whopper of a hangover tomorrow."

I nodded and saw him out.

Ferry had her winter coat on and was dressed in her work clothes consisting of black slacks, white blouse and black silk vest. Pulling her coat from her, I eased her sneakers off. I knew she kept a sensible pair of black pumps in her drawer at work, but traveled in her sneakers.

I debated on what to do next. I didn't want to undress her; that would be creepy. At the same time, she had no other clothes and if she made it to work tomorrow, I didn't want her looking like she slept in them. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the land line.

"She looks wasted," said Artemis.

"Completely. I'm wondering what I should do about her clothes."

"Oh, like whether to let her sleep in them and be a mess or get her out of them and risk her screaming rape."

"God, I never thought about rape. I don't think Ferry would do that."

"Furry?"

"No, F-E-R-R-Y. It's a bit of a story and I'll explain at another time. What should I do, Artemis?"

"That's so cute," she said in her deep sexy voice. "You're asking me for advice."

"Well, you're the only woman here, or at least that I can talk to."

"Well, in the end, I think she would prefer not to look like a gal who slept in her clothes while passed out drunk. I say take off her pants and blouse, but definitely do not mess with her undies. And, give her something to wear, like a big shirt of yours."

"Thanks. Call me later."

I got a blue oxford shirt from my room. Standing over Ferry, I called her name. No response. I grabbed her toes and shook her foot. Just loud snores came from her mouth.

I bent over and spoke into her ear. "Ferry, I want to get your good clothes off so they won't get wrinkled. Is that ok?"

Nothing. I lightly tapped her face, "Ferry, I'm going to undress you. Is that ok?" I said more loudly.

She opened her eyes for a second, smiled and said, "I'm all yours." She then closed her eyes and passed out again.

Deciding to move ahead, I undid her belt and opened her waistband. Easing down the zipper I could see she was not wearing pantyhose. The top of a pair of black panties came into view. I lifted her and eased the pants past her hips, down her legs and off her. I folded them and put them on the coffee table. She wore black, sheer knee-highs and I pulled them off. Her toenails were a bright pink.

Her bikini underwear was satiny and clung to her. I couldn't tell if she was "furry."

Working her vest off, I undid the buttons on her blouse and slipped it free. She wore a matching black satin bra. Her nipples pushed against the soft fabric. Her breasts were small, but I had figured that out just by seeing her in clothes. She had a flat and firm tummy. The top of a tattoo showed at the band of her panties. I could just see a curved section of something red. I couldn't make out the design and I was not about to lift the band to look inside. I felt guilty enough seeing her like this. God, I hoped she wouldn't hate me.

I pulled my shirt on her, struggling with her arms. I finally was able to button it up. I slipped a pillow under her head and covered her with a down comforter. I opened the half-bath door and turned on the light. I figured if she got up in the night, she might be able to find the toilet.

I left another table lamp on and headed to my bedroom. I stripped and crawled into bed. The bedside phone rang.

"Nicely done, Kyle. You were gentle and gentlemanly."

"I still feel like a perv."

"Well, you weren't. But, if you'd like to feel like one, go back into the living room and give me a show."

"Are you crazy? What if she wakes up?"

Artemis laughed. I got hard listening to that laugh. "Seriously, Kyle, you think she's going to wake up. Come on, I really want to see you. Are you hard?"

My throat was dry, but I managed to croak, "Yes."

"Good, because I'm wet. I want to get off looking at you all hard standing a few feet away from your co-worker. God, that's hot." Artemis moaned into the phone.

I got out of bed and slowly walked to the living room. I quietly moved over to the couch. Ferry was still snoring, but softer, and breathing more steadily this time. She was in a deep sleep. 

I moved to the window. I still held the phone in my hand.

"How's this?"

"Mmm, too dark. Turn on another light."

I looked back at Ferry, but she hadn't moved. I turned on another table lamp and it illuminated my body.

"I love your hard cock, Kyle. Stroke it for me."

I looked over my shoulder once more and confirmed Ferry was sleeping. I moved my hand to my erection and began moving it slowly up and down.

"Ooh, I like that. That's a big cock, Kyle."

I kept stroking, picking up the pace.

"Do you masturbate after our sessions?"

I whispered "yes" into the phone.

"Good. Me, too. I also masturbate during them. I'm doing that right now. Kyle, I am so wet. I have two fingers inside. I'm going to put the phone down because I need to use my other hand on my clit."

I heard her moans and then detected a squishy sound. Artemis must have placed the phone next to her pussy. I could hear her fingers sliding in and out and the wet sound as she worked them harder.

I picked up my pace. I could not last much longer. I gestured for Artemis to pick up her phone.

"What, Kyle? I've already cum twice and heading for a third."

"I can't hold out much longer," I whispered.

"Let it go, baby, let it go. I want to see you cum."

I felt my balls tighten and the hot liquid race up my dick. I exploded and sent streams of cum out toward the window. I could hear Artemis encouraging me, but I was beyond needed any urging. I kept pumping and shot three more streams before I started to regain my senses.

"That was beautiful, babe. I loved watching you cum."

"Kyle? Kyle is that you?"

My heart stopped as I heard Ferry's voice.

"Kyle is that you? Where am I?'

I dropped the phone on a chair and quickly moved back to the couch. I was naked, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I knelt down beside her, hiding my naked lower half. She was trying to sit up.

"Where am I?"

"You're in my apartment. Remember you called and asked if you could crash here?"

"I did?"

"Yeah, you didn't want to go home because of, well, what you saw before."

Ferry rubbed her temples and then popped her eyes open.

"Shit. That asshole was screwing someone in our bed. God, what a fool I am."

I took her hand and eased her back down. 

"Don't worry about that tonight. Just try to get some sleep."

"I'm sorry I've put you through all this, Kyle. I remember going to a bar and ordering shots of tequila. I don't know how many I had, but I sorta recall calling someone."

"I guess that was me. I think you took a cab here. You're ok now. Just rest."

"Thanks, again, Kyle. You're sweet." 

She ran her hand down my arm. She closed her eyes. I watched her and then she opened them

"Kyle, I think I saw you at the window. You were naked."

"Uh, Ferry, I had to get up to, uh, go the bathroom and decided to check on you. You were still asleep. I was going to close the drapes so the sun wouldn't wake you in the morning. That's when you called out."

"Oh, ok. You know I kinda remember something else. But my mind is so foggy."

"Yeah, that happens after tequila. Just go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

Ferry closed her eyes. I stayed by her side until her breathing evened out. I didn't dare risk cleaning the window now. I walked over and pulled the drapes closed. I picked up the phone and was about to go back to my bedroom.

"I don't know if this is a dream or not," I heard Ferry say. "But you have a fantastic ass."

She rolled over and I made my exit.

The next morning I was up early and showered and dressed. Ferry was still sleeping as I made coffee. Being a Saturday, we didn't have to show up for work until 9.

I cleaned off the streaks on the window and then started breakfast. I was making toast when I heard her stirring.

She opened one eye and looked my way. Her hair was a mess, her mascara was streaking her cheeks and her entire face was puffy. Thank god she didn't have a mirror handy.

Slowly she sat up and I brought her a large mug of coffee, fixed as she liked it with three sugars and five creams.

She wrapped her hands around the mug and inhaled the aromas before taking a sip.

"Ah, that feels good. Kyle, you wouldn't have any Advil to go with this?"

I smiled and got a bottle from the kitchen. I poured two into her palm. She looked at me and I poured two more. She swallowed them with a drink of coffee.

I sat on the edge of the large coffee table. She had the comforter wrapped around her legs. After a couple more sips, she looked at her pile of clothes next to me.

"Uh, I don't suppose I was able to take those off and pile them so neatly on the table."

I smiled and said, "Not really."

"God, I am so embarrassed. Kyle I never get like this. God, I am so, so embarrassed. You had to undress me. Shit!"

She took another sip and then looked over the rim at me.

"At least I had good underwear on."

We both laughed.

"Ferry, I'm sorry. I debated about letting you sleep in your clothes. But I thought if you want to go into work today and not have to go home, you probably didn't want to look like, well, like you slept in your clothes. I tried to be as discrete as possible."

"I believe you. I know you would never do anything to take advantage of me. Thanks, Kyle."

I nodded and thought how close I had come to lifting the band of her underwear to look inside.

"God, tequila wrecks me," she said. "Makes do crazy shit. Also, gives me weird dreams. I could swear we were talking last night and then I saw you naked. That was a dream, right?"

I felt my balls tighten. "Ferry, I came in to close the drapes so the sun wouldn't disturb you. You woke up and we talked for a couple minutes."

"Were you naked?"

"I had on boxers. I guess the naked part is a dream."

"Wow, it seems so real. As I said, tequila messes with me bad."

"Do you feel up to going to the office?"

Ferry grinned. "No, but I will. We have a lot of crap to get done."

"Yeah. How about you grab a shower and I'll make us some breakfast. We'll spurge and take a cab in. We should be able to make it close to nine."

"Deal."

I took her mug and she stood, letting the comforter drop on the couch. Without being too obvious, I admired her slim legs. She picked up her pile of clothes and took the mug back from me. I pointed her toward my room and told her there were clean towels in the bathroom.

I further admired the sway of her firm butt going down the hall. In a few seconds I heard a scream. I was hurrying down the hall when Ferry appeared in my doorway.

"I look like shit, Kyle. I can't believe I let you see me like this."

"I think it's kinda cute."

"Cute! You've got a strange sense of cute. I scared myself looking in the mirror. Could you find my purse? I might have enough make-up to do emergency repairs."

I found her purse and brought it to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running.

"Got it," I shouted.

"Could you put it on the counter?"

I pushed the door open. My shower door was opaque and I could make out her naked form behind it.

"Hey, no fair staring," she said with a giggle.

"Just putting the purse down," I called out.

"Not all that much to see, anyway," she called out and laughed again, "especially after last night."

"Ferry, I didn't see anything. Really."

"I believe you."

All the while I was staring at her nude back. I could clearly make out her form and her tight rear. 

I left the bathroom and adjusted the erection that immediately appeared as I glimpsed her body. I certainly seemed to think there was more than enough to see.

Work sucked and I felt bad for Ferry. She never complained and held up her share of the case we were working on, with the help of caffeine and Advil. We wrapped around six after the partner reviewed our material and said it didn't suck out loud. 

Standing outside our building, I offered to buy her supper.

"Think I better go home and face the inevitable."

Ferry told me she spoke with her boyfriend this afternoon when I was in the library. He tried to apologize, but she cut him no slack.

"Really, Kyle, can you think of any reason that would justify screwing someone else? And, doing it our own bed."

I had no answer to that.

"I told him it was over and to pack his shit. He was crying and begging for a second chance. No way. I sorta thought he was a dick before. Now I know for sure."

"Do you want me to come along?"

"Why?"

"I don't know. In case, like he gets weird or something."

Ferry considered what I said.

"You mean if he gets violent?"

"It happens, Ferry."

"Don't think so in this case. He's a prick, but he has no balls to go with it."

We both laughed.

"Call me, though," I said. "Let me know everything's ok."

"I promise. And, thanks again. You were a good friend."

She hugged me and kissed my cheek. We waved and headed in our own directions.




Room w View



True to her word, Ferry called later that night. I was doing naked Tai Chi for me and Artemis.

"Well, it's over." I could detect a thickness in her voice that led me to think she had been crying.

"Rough?"

"You could say that. Shit, Kyle, the guy cheated on me. I wanted him gone. But, still, I broke down and was all girly-girly bawling my freakin' eyes out. Finally, I just pushed him out the door. I sat and cried for an hour before I could call you."

"Want some company?"

She paused for a long time.

"Thanks, but not tonight. I'll be all right."

"I can bring tequila," I said.

She laughed. "Just what I don't need. Seriously, I think I'll just sit here and have a one person pity party."

"Call me tomorrow?"

"What for?" she asked.

"Just to say hi. I don't want to worry about you."

"Ok, I'll call. Thanks, Kyle. I appreciate it."

"Take care, Ferry."

For more than the first time, I thought about Ferry as an attractive and sexy woman. Recognizing all the complications, let alone our firm's rules against involvement with co-workers, I wondered if maybe we could move in an interesting direction.

To be continued.