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Rear Ended

By: Anal Slave



I came home from work one day and found my beautiful wife waiting for me at the door. She was all dressed up in a black leather mini-skirt, which barely covered her ass. And a pair of black leather thigh -high boots with four-inch heels.

She gave me a big kiss and then she reminded me of the conversation we had the other night when we were watching a fuck flick, about men getting fucked in the ass by their partners. "You know how you get when your wife has your balls in her mouth and she's jacking your dick, you will promise her anything." About that time my wife had my clothes off, and she had my hard cock wedged into her hungry lips.

As she was sucking me off, I stood there and she slipped a pair of handcuffs on me. Her saliva was dripping out of her mouth as I pounded my hard cock into her throat. Then I felt her wrap something around my balls, I could feel my balls swelling up and I knew that I was fixing to cum.

I felt pain in my balls as my wife tighten up on the string that she had bound my balls with, and then she bite down hard on my cock. I let out a moan and a groan, then she explained to me that I was her pussy-boy for the night and that she had big plans for me.

She kissed me and ran her tongue down my throat. After she was done, she pulled my head back by my hair and told me that she was about to show me something that I had never seen before. 

She also informed me that everything that was about to happen. We have talked about doing at one time or another. Then she ask me if I was willing? 

"Of course I'm willing".

She then pulled be into the bedroom by my string. There lying in my bed is Bill our next-door neighbor, naked and all tied up. He has a huge butt-plug stuck in his ass and a cock gag in his mouth.

On the bed was a big jar of vase line and many pairs of rubber gloves. There was a towel lying there with a greased up pair of used gloves. My wife looked at me and said that, Bill had been flirting around with her for the last six months.

And that she was tired of it and leered him into the bedroom to teach him a lesson. She then got the lap top computer down and showed me E-mails from him. Telling her how he wanted to fuck her in the ass and shoot his cum in her mouth. She then kissed me and told me that she was going to punish Bill by doing all the things to him that he wanted to do to her in the e-mails. 

She then pushed me down beside Bill and started taking pictures. When she was done she sat the camera down and picked up some pictures that she had taken of Bill before I got there. She showed them to me, there was pictures of Bill on his back with his legs in the air, my wife had her whole fist shoved in his ass, all you could see was a little bit of the glove. She then showed me a picture of him with a giant dildo inserted in his anal passage, and pre-cum was leaking out of his cock. 

She also told me that she got real horny playing with Bill's virgin ass and couldn't wait for me to get there. So she got up on his face and made him tongue her ass and cunt out. 

She now told Bill that the pictures had been sent to an e-mail address and that if he didn't do as he was told, she would e-mail the pictures to his wife and oldest daughter.

"Since he wanted to fuck around on his wife so much".

She then reached over and pulled the butt plug out of his ass. She then looked over at me, and my cock was rock hard, so she stood me up behind Bill and started rubbing my cock with Vaseline. She pulled on my cock and rubbed it between Bill's ass cheeks.

She kept talking dirty to both of us and in know time at all both of us was very hard and horny. She was massaging my cock head into his loose ass; she started worming her fingers into my ass. My cock kept going deeper and deeper into his hot ass, as she stuck more and more of her fingers and hand up my ass.

I tried to cum but she had my balls bound so tight I couldn't. It was a sight to see my wife fucking me with her hand as I was fucking Bill's ass and my wife was jacking his cock off with her other hand. Bill didn't last long and shot a stream of cum all the way to the headboard.

My wife quit jacking his cock and loosened the string around my balls and I immediately started filling his ass up with hot thick cum. She then pulled her hand out of my ass and told me to keep my cock in Bill's open asshole.

She grabbed the camera and started taking pictures, she then had me withdraw my cock and she took picture after picture of the sperm dripping out of his ass. Before the night was over all three of us had been rear-ended. 

We call Bill over now when ever we want to get kinky. His wife still doesn't know anything is going on. And Bill has gotten real good as servicing my wife and me. He told us the other day that he sucked his cum out of his wife's spent pussy, and that she really enjoyed it. Maybe some day she will join us!

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Rear Ended



My head jolted forward from the collision. I felt my face cringe at the sound of the back bumper wrinkling from impact. I had been sitting at an intersection on a side street waiting for the light to turn green. I didn't see her coming and there was little I could have done if I had. My thoughts raced. I can't believe it. Of all days! I am going to be late for my next appointment. My car is only a year old. Damn it!

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" I heard her voice from behind me as I stepped out of my car to assess the damage. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," I answered. "Are you OK?" I asked back out of kindness.

"I'm fine. I'm so sorry!" she said flustered. She walked over to look at the damage to the back bumper of my car. Her SUV was unscathed.

I got over the initial shock and suddenly recognized the vision who hit me from behind. I had seen her photos in my boss's office. The pictures were nice, but didn't do her justice. She had shoulder length red hair, hazel eyes with creamy skin. She was wearing a white sleeveless button-up collared shirt and short green leather skirt over her fit body. Her high heels raised her two inches above her short five three height. Her starched white shirt had the top two buttons unattached and provided a nice view of her proportional 34C round tits in a white revealing lacy bra. As she bent over to examine the bumper, her skirt moved up her legs, distracting me from the damage to the car. She rubbed her hand along the paint scratched indented bumper. I chose not to say I knew who she was.

"Oh God, I am so sorry. I thought I would be able to stop in time. I misread the intersection."

"Fortunately you were slowing down," I said. "Let's get our insurance info, get a police report and get on our way."

"Oh no, we can't," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "We have to."

"Look," she pleaded. "This is my third accident in a month and a half."

"That's not my problem," I said. "My car is damaged. You hit me."

"I know, I know," she said. "Can't we find another way?"

"I don't know what that would be," I said. "I need my car fixed. I need to contact the insurance company to do it, and they need a police report."

"The police will check my level."

"What level?"

"Alcohol," she said, "especially when they run my driver's license. I had a DUI with my first accident last month."

"What does that have to do with this?" I asked.

"I just came from a party," she said hiding her intoxication well. "I'm still buzzing. "They'll check. I'll lose my license. I'll lose my car. I'll lose my marriage. They'll put me in jail," she said frantically. "Who knows what will happen there. My life will be over."

"You have a problem," I said stating the obvious. 

"I know," she said. "I won't do it again."

"I bet that's not the first time you've said that," I said frustrated. "Really, we need to get our insurance information and call the police."

"Please," she pleaded. "What would it take?"

"What do you mean, 'what would it take?'" I asked. "I need my car fixed."

"I'll have your car fixed," she assured. 

"My insurance company will make sure its fixed right," I argued.

"Look," she said feeling desperate. "Please don't call the insurance. I'll do anything. Take your car anywhere you want and I'll pay for it."

"I don't know," I said. 

"Please!" she begged. She reached up and unbuttoned her third button on her shirt, suggesting it was only the beginning. "Really," she said. "I'll do anything to make it right." She paused for affect. "Anything." 

"OK," I said. My mind began to think creatively. "I think we can work something out. I need you to get your driver's license and insurance card."

"But," she said.

"I won't call the police or your insurance company," I assured, "unless we can't come to an agreement."

"Anything," she assured. "I'll do anything. My husband is away on business and won't be back until tomorrow night." I knew that to be true.

"Please take your bra off," I said calmly.

"What?" she said a little surprised at my boldness.

"It was your idea, wasn't it?" I asked.

Without saying anything, she reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She helped the straps off of each shoulder allowing them to drop down each arm. She pulled her arms through the straps and removed her bra. 

"I'll take that," I said. 

She conceded her bra. Her firm round tits looked beautiful under the sheer white blouse. The rise of her nipples pushing against the starched material gave her own feelings away. 

"Very nice," I complemented. "Please, then, I need to see you driver's license and insurance card." 

She hurried to her car and returned with the requested cards. "Deirdre," I said reading her name from her license. "I think we can make some kind of arrangement."

"I'm sure we can," she said. "I'll do anything you ask."

I wrote her insurance information down in my PDA and handed her card back. "Deirdre, I need you to say something for me." She looked at me agreeably. "I need you to state your name very clearly, that you rear ended me with your car and that you are drunk."

"Please don't make me do that," she asked.

"I need some kind of collateral, Deirdre. You can appreciate that. With your full cooperation, it will be deleted and never heard. Or, you can make your confession to the police. Your choice," I said. 

"OK," she said, "I'll do it." I held my PDA up and recorded her confession.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Raise your skirt a bit," I said.

"Here?" she asked.

"Right here," I said.

She reluctantly raised her skirt, revealing a matching thong to her bra.

"You won't be needing that either," I said. "May I have it please?" She removed it without argument and handed it to me.

"I think we better go, don't you?" I asked. "I wouldn't want a police officer to drive by.

"Where are we going?" she asked. 

"There is a body shop up about a mile. Follow me there."

"OK," she said feeling a little relieved. 

She followed me to the shop. I pulled my car into the estimate bay. She pulled up next to me.

"Can I help you?" an employee of the shop asked as we got out of our cars. 

"I need my rear bumper repaired," I said.

"OK," he said. "We would be glad to take care of that. Let me get an estimate."

"That won't be necessary," I said. "I just need you to repair the damage. Deirdre here will do whatever you want to pay for it." The attendant didn't miss my meaning and looked up and down her body, admiring her cleavage and visible breasts. "Won't you Deirdre?" I asked with an inflection that made the implication obvious.

"Wait," she said in shock. "I never ..."

"Just tell her what you boys want for payment," I interrupted.

She swallowed deeply recognizing she had no alternative. "Whatever it costs," she said. "I'll pay." Her disposition began to change as the words came out of her mouth. She had fantasies of satisfying multiple men simultaneously, but never thought she would ever act on it. "I'd be interested in what I could do to bring the price down too," she offered with new resolve. She silently thought it was an appropriate form of payment for a body shop.

The attendant and I both smiled. "It should be ready tomorrow at 5:00," he said. "You can pay us tomorrow when he picks up the car," he directed to Deirdre without hiding his obvious admiration of her body.

"Let's go," I said.

"Where?" she asked, getting into the car.

"The Westin would be nice," I said revealing my intent. Deirdre knew the way and didn't hesitate to begin the short journey. I called my secretary and had her reschedule my appointments for the rest of that that day and the next.

Fifteen minutes later, the hotel was in view. She stopped at the red traffic light three blocks from the hotel.

"Nice stop," I said teasingly.

"Very funny," she said, resigning herself to whatever lie ahead over the next day and a half. She surprised herself at the arousal she felt in anticipation.

"Unbutton your shirt and pull it out of your skirt," I asked.

"What? You want me to take my shirt off here?"

"No. At least not yet," I corrected. "Simply unbutton the buttons of your blouse and untuck it from your skirt."

She did as I asked. Her shirt lay loose over her breasts, with the middle of her shirt opened, revealing her full cleavage down to her navel. We pulled up in front of the Westin and were greeted by a valet attendant. He was pleased to have Deirdre's door. She swung her legs around and tried unsuccessfully to stand without exposing either of her breasts. 

"Any bags?" he asked.

"None," we both answered. Deirdre reached in her purse for a tip.

"That won't be necessary," he said. "You've given more than I could have dreamed," he complemented while staring at her tits.

She pulled her shirt closed out of modesty as we walked toward the hotel entrance. "Take my hand," I said reaching toward hers. She held her shirt closed with the other hand. "Let it go Deirdre. Let it fall where it wants," I said.

She continued to feel secretly aroused by the exposure as she dropped her other hand to her side. The front of her shirt opened down the middle, and moved side to side with her breasts as she walked. "I feel embarrassed," she whispered as we approached the desk.

"Are those from embarrassment?" I asked calling attention to her bold nipples.

She smiled coyly as if caught by the truth.

"Can I help you," the man behind the counter asked talking to Deirdre's tits. "I'm sorry," he added raising his eyes to ours before we could answer.

"We'd like your nicest room," I answered. "Maybe a suite on the top floor?"

"How many nights will you be staying?" he asked.

"At least one," I answered. Deirdre turned her head with a surprised look on her face that it could be more. "However, if we checkout tomorrow," I added, "we will need a 4:30 late checkout."

"We will be glad to accommodate your needs. We have our corner Presidential Suite available," he said. "It is our nicest room. It runs ..."

"Sounds wonderful," I interrupted as if price was not an issue. "I'd like a bottle of champagne on ice delivered as well, please."

"Very well," he said. "All I need then is your credit card," he asked looking at me.

"Deirdre?" I asked.

Her initial look of surprise gave way to concession. She leaned over to pick up her purse, fully exposing her breasts and riveting the attention from everyone in the lobby. The clerk swiped her gold American Express and handed us the key to the room.

Deirdre felt some relief as we stepped into the elegant elevator and the doors closed. "I can't believe you just put me through all of that," she said faking her embarrassment. 

"Ah, ah," I said advisedly. "You are the one who asked for this."

"Not to be publicly exposed," she said as if complaining.

"It appears to turn you on," I observed. 

She surprised herself with a smile, as if to confirm the observation. "That's not the point," she said trying to find one. She looked for adequate words as she wrestled internally. She thought she should feel humiliated, but couldn't deny the feelings of arousal growing within her.

"We could take your exposure to the next level," I offered.

"What do you mean?" she asked as the elevator continued to climb. "We are almost to the room." Her response didn't reject the idea, and her voice had a note of curiosity in it. 

"I tell you what," I said. "Why don't you hand me that pretty skirt of yours."

"What?" she asked.

"Let's take it to the next level," I explained. "I'll carry your skirt as we walk out of the elevator to the room."

Deirdre gasped at the thought.

"Take it off and give it to me before the elevator reaches the top floor," I quietly repeated. I could tell she felt some excitement at the thought. "Either your skirt is off by the time the elevator opens, or our little deal is off." 

Adrenaline pumped through her body. She smiled, turned and put both hands up on the elevator wall, as if ready to be frisked. "OK," she said nervously, not believing what she was about to say. She added a tone of seduction to her voice. "Why don't you take it off yourself?" 

I gently took hold of the zipper on the side of her skirt and began to unzip it. "Come on big boy," she said flirtatiously. "That bell's going to ring and the door is going to open." She moved her ass playfully. I pulled the skirt down, allowing it to fall around her ankles, fully exposing her bare ass. "There it is," she said. Her feet moved to allow me to pick her skirt up from the floor. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said with shock and excitement in her voice. "I don't know if I can step out of the elevator like this" 

"Consider the alternative," I offered. "Who knows what might happen when the elevator goes back down, picking up people along the way; or when there is a sudden interest by a lobby full of men to join you for its next trip up. You pick," I said. "I'm going to step out with your skirt and head to the room you just paid for." The elevator chimed and the doors opened. 

We both stepped out of the elevator. The arrows on the sign pointed to the left for our room. Deirdre's nervousness made the sign a blur. I turned right. She followed me, assuming it was the shortest direction to our room. I smiled as we followed the hallway around the entire perimeter of the floor. Deirdre's bare ass and opened shirt surprised the half a dozen guests we encountered in the hallway. Her pace sped up with each person we passed. She eagerly inserted the key when we finally arrived to our corner room, yearning for the sanctuary of the suite. Deirdre felt relieved but strangely invigorated as she stepped into the room.

"Very nice," I said closing the door behind us. 

Deirdre turned around. "God I feel alive!" she said catching her breath. She put her mouth up to my ear and whispered with a confessional tone. "I am so hot right now. I'm ready to do anything you want to satisfy my debt."

I slipped her unbuttoned shirt off of her shoulders and laid it on the chair with her skirt. "Very nice," I said complementing her again. She reached up on the tips of her toes and gave me a long passionate kiss. My hands moved freely across her bare body. We found ourselves lost in our embrace and passion. 

It was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Can you answer the door?" I asked. I picked up her skirt and shirt and began walking toward the bedroom of the suite. "I imagine that's our champagne."

"What? I can't answer it" she said. "I don't have anything on!"

I smiled. "Exactly." The door knocked again. "You said you'd 'do anything' I want." 

"But..."

"Give him an eye-full, Deirdre" I asked calmly. "No hiding behind the door. Let yourself go. Let yourself do what you have only fantasized about." She began to walk to the door. "Give him a big tip too, will you?"

Deirdre opened the door slowly and stood in the center of the doorway. "Come on in," she said seductively to the room service attendant. "You can set it right in here."

The stunned attendant followed her into the room. "This job really does have its perks," he thought to himself. "Would you like me to pop the cork?" he asked.

"I would like nothing more," she flirted as she moved one of her hands across her body to cup one of her tits.

He was captivated by Deirdre's beauty, exposure and boldness. He tried to remain professional and hide his arousal by adjusting the growing movement in his pants. He turned his attention to the bottle, skillfully removed the cork and sunk the bottle into the bucket of ice. Deirdre signed the receipt with a generous tip and smile.

"Thank you," he said truly grateful. She stood there allowing him to take in one more full view of her landscape. "Thank you very much," he said again.

"My pleasure," she said honestly. "Thank you." She closed the door behind him.

"God, that was fun," she said. "It makes it easier knowing I will never see him again." 

"Unless we order more room service," I quipped.

Deirdre filled the two flutes with the bubbly and joined me at the window in the bedroom. "Beautiful view of the skyline," she said.

"It doesn't compare to the view for me in here," I complemented while lifting my glass of champagne toward hers. Our glasses clinked in mid air. Our conversation and champagne flowed easily. Deirdre clearly felt more comfortable and relaxed. 

"I've never done anything like this," she said. "I've thought about it. I've fantasized about it. I've never felt more alive."

"So tell me," I asked curiously. "What else haven't you done?" 

"What do you mean?"

"Your fantasies," I said. "What fantasy have you had that you have never done?"

A thought flashed across her mind. She dropped her head with a smile out of embarrassment. 

"Tell me," I urged. "Don't hold back. I want to hear what just flew through your mind."

"I can't," she said.

"I think you have already proven there is nothing you can't do," I said trying to inspire her. "Don't pass this opportunity up." 

"Now, where were we before that knock on the door?" she asked trying to change the subject.

She answered her own question by kissing me on the neck, then allowing her lips to travel down, kissing my chest and abs until she was on her knees in front of my pulsating cock.

"I'm so hungry for you." She ravenously took my full member into her mouth with masterful skill. My body responded immediately with unparalleled intensity. 

"Oh God!" I shouted involuntarily, "you are good." My whole body tingled in response to her relentless appetite. She handled her work on my dick as if she knew how every inch of my body would respond. Every muscle began to tense up in anticipation of what felt like an unmatched volume of cum ready to launch down her throat. She suddenly pulled her mouth off of the head of my dick with a pop.

"Oh God, don't stop!" I pleaded. "Take it, take it!" I begged.

"My ass," she whispered looking up at me.

"What?" I asked confused, wanting to ram my aching pulsating dick deep into her throat.

"My fantasy," she confessed. "I've never had the guts to have my assed fucked." The champagne and the unbelievable events of the day relaxed her inhibitions. She felt a strange new comfort and vulnerability by exposing her deepest secret. She knew it also served as an invitation. "I've only dreamed about it."

I reached down and took hold of her shoulders to help her stand up. My dick ached for release. I turned her around. She bent over at the waist and laid her head on the large king size bed. 

"Oh God," she said. "I don't know."

Her tight round ass stared up at me begging for love. "Yes you do," I said. "I'm not only going to make your dream come true. I'm ready to christen your ass." I rubbed some KY on the throbbing head of my dick and squeezed some of the lubrication into her canal.

"Oh God!" she said again in disbelief as my enlarged head began to penetrate her virgin ass. I slowly began to mine her cave, moving deeper inch by inch. She reached out and grabbed the thick comforter of the bed with both hands to brace herself. "Do it!" she demanded. The tight cavity of her ass grabbed my greased dick with a vengeance. I slowly persisted until the entirety of my member disappeared deep within her. 

"Yes!" I said in victory and ecstasy. 

"Do it again," she begged. 

I reached around with both hands to stimulate her clit as I began my withdrawal out of her ass. Her love box was soaking wet from arousal. Her body began to roll like a wave from multiple stimulation. My dick retreated until only the head remained. I pushed forward again. My second entry moved more easily and quickly.

"God, yes!" she screamed. "Do it! Take me!" Cold chills covered her body as she began to rock more passionately. Her nipples stood erect like large lighthouses atop coastal hills.




Rear Ended



My pace quickened. I moved in and out of her ass with purpose while working her clit with both hands. My whole body began to feel like it was spinning uncontrollably. "Oh God, I'm going to explode!" I shouted. 

Her knees buckled and her body shook as the massive orgasm began crashing through her body. "Aauuughh!" she screamed. She moved from rocking to bucking while my dick continued to pump with a vengeance. "I'm giving! Don't stop! Don't stop!

My body answered and shook as I unleashed an unprecedented geyser of spunk into her ass. "Yeeeeesssss! Yeeeeeeesssss!" I unloaded what felt like pint after pint with every pump of her ass. Cream filled her ass and began to pour down her leg. She begged for more until we both collapsed onto the bed.

"God that was good," she said through her deep breathing.

"You are good," I complemented.

"I am just getting started," she said. "That was a hell of a way to reciprocate."

"Reciprocate?"

"I rear ended you. It's only right you got to rear end me!" she said with a laugh. "And you can rear end me any time you want," she quickly added as a promise.

We stepped into the hot steamy shower and bathed each other to another orgasm against the sheer glass walls. The next 24 hours unfolded with new levels of honesty, fulfilling every fantasy we had ever dreamed of. Our constant insatiable sex was only interrupted by occasional room service deliveries of wine, meals and desserts. Deirdre answered every knock at the door. We lay exhausted on the bed as our afternoon late checkout time approached.

"I don't want it to stop," she whispered.

As we left the hotel, she handed me her bra and thong. She proudly displayed her tits through the sheer material with only the bottom button attached to her blouse. "Keep these as a memento," she said. "You can bring them the next time we bump into each other."

We drove to the auto body shop. Intense sexual energy and satisfaction filled her car. My vehicle was parked in the completion stall in front of the shop. We both got out and looked at the finished work.

"Very nice," I said. "Beautiful job."

"You would never know I rear ended you," she said. 

"Not by the car," I said smiling.

"The good news," she added, "is that I'm going to be reminded of you rear ending me for the next few days. I'm already ready for more." She gave me a kiss and began to walk toward the auto body office door.

"Wait," I said.

"Something else I can do for you?" she asked hungrily.

I held up my PDA. "I want you to see me erase the recording of your confession."

"Why?" she asked as if it didn't matter.

"For your peace of mind," I explained.

"I erased that yesterday afternoon when we got to the hotel," she confessed. 

"What?!" I asked stunned. "But last night, and this morning, and today," I said reeling through all we had done under the threat of the recording being exposed.

"I haven't had this much fun or treated this desirably in years," she said. "I am just trying to figure out how to rear end you again," she said smiling, "or have you rear end me."

I was dazed.

"Something still bothers me though," she said.

"What?"

"I still don't think I have adequately paid restitution yet for the damage to your car," she said with a devious smile.

"I'm open to payment arrangements," I quickly offered.

"How about I make weekly installments until we are both satisfied?"

"Deal," I agreed.

"I'll call you next week" she committed. "Bring your imagination," she added. "I'll bring my rear end." 

"You don't know my phone number," I said.

"I know where you work and how to reach you," she shot back with a devious smile. 

I was stunned and speechless. 

"Now," she said with eagerness and resolve. "I have a bill to pay." She turned and walked through the office door to the auto body shop. 

I reassessed the work on my car. The rear end was beautiful and ready. I found the car keys in the ignition and the guarantee on the passenger seat. I got in and turned the ignition on. As I began to back out, I looked up to see Deirdre smiling at me through the window of the auto body shop. Four men stood around her in the lobby. She reached up and turned the "OPEN" sign to read "CLOSED." The men stepped toward her as she pulled the shade down for the night. 



Rear Ended



I was sat waiting to pull away at the roundabout at the centre of town where I live and work when it started. Bang! The car lurched and I was thrown forward in my seat, the cause of which being the impact of the car behind running into me.

Shit, I thought to myself, just what I needed, more aggro. I was already running late after the school run and I had to get a report off to the boss by lunchtime and so needed to get back to my home office.

The impact wasn't too bad, I felt OK, the airbags hadn't gone off and the car hadn't been thrown all that far forward. I got out of the car to inspect the damage, the noise of the traffic ringing in my ears and the cold, crisp morning November air rasping in my lungs.

A baby BMW impaled itself on the tow bar but there seemed only to be a slight scratch on my back bumper. The BMW seemed to have more damage than mine as it reversed off, a few wisps of steam were drifting out from under the shiny black bonnet and the front bumper was cracked, the paint splitting off. There was a crunching noise as the car disengaged from mine, the front number plate dropping noisily to the tarmac.

I had been in this position before and decided to take the driver's details just in case there was underlying damage. I moved to the driver's door and tapped on the glass. A young woman, in her late teens or early twenties wound the window down. An acrid mixture of tobacco smoke and hot air bellowed out of the opening as the window was lowered. Then she opened up, with both barrels!

"Why didn't you fucking pull away?" Her voice was rough, her tone aggressive and insulting. 

Oh my God, I thought, what do we have here? She looked like the archetypal chava, Collar length, straight bleached blonde hair with jet black roots and non-matching dark eyebrows. She had large round wiry loops as ear rings, nose and lip piercings and she was wearing a low cut white cotton vest, exposing more than an ample amount of cleavage. The only things missing were the hat and chunky gold chains. She was chewing noisily, open mouthed, on a huge boulder of pale grey gum. She turned the blaring radio down as she spoke again.

"What the fuck were you doing you stupid bastard."

"Well my dear, I think that you may like to moderate your language a little before we continue this conversation." I said, trying to calm her down a little and not to be drawn down to her level. 

At least the baby seat in the rear of was empty, as was the passenger seat but the ladette behind the wheel continued her abusive diatribe.

"Don't you fucking talk to me like that, you fucking patronising twat, you drive like a fucking old man, what the fuck..."

I tried not to reel at the insults or react in any way, in fact I was not all that old, perhaps ten years her senior, but some distance ahead in outlook. Under normal circumstances I would be asking if she were OK, but she was far from a normal woman. I stood back.

"Just let me have your name, address and insurance details and I'll be on my way." I said staying as calm as I could. By now the other drivers in the queue behind us were getting impatient, edging past, staring at us and beeping their horns.

"You can fucking swing for that, you fucking twat." She sat back in her chair and folded her arms in defiance.

I had been here before too, "OK," I said, "I'll just take your registration and I'll let the police will catch up with you." With that I went to the rear of her car and made a note of the registration plate on my mobile. 

As I walked passed the open window she remained facing forwards but spat out, "You fucking twat."

I got back in my car and pulled away. I caught the sight of her in my mirror, driving her car right up my backside, flashing her lights, gesturing and mouthing further obscenities. I decided to ignore her and I carried on until I reached the entrance to my housing estate. I turned in and she followed, again tailgating me. I continued steadily, left then right until I reached my street. I glanced in my mirror to see that she had gone before turning on to my small and narrow driveway.

I paused for a moment to gain composure before opening the car door, locking it and walking the two or three paces to the front door step. I heard the swoosh of a car pulling up sharply and a door slamming shut, I turned around to see the BMW at the end of the drive, parked untidily and with wisps of steam still coming from under the bonnet. 

The young woman was walking stridently up the short length of the driveway towards me, almost bouncing, gesturing and continuing with an acidic torrent of foul mouthed abuse. 

By now I could sense the curtains twitching in the street. I was in shock, her words were failing to register but her posture and demeanour we clear, she was almost shaking with rage.

She was a slight and slender figure, rather boyish in shape, slender arms and legs with narrow hips, rather straight up and down. I looked at her up and down. She was dressed in fluffy black sheepskin boots, thick woolly tights, a faded denim mini skirt and a white cotton vest. Her small boobs thrust forward and up by a platform bra. She wore a deep frown, below which was a pair of bright blue eyes, burning with rage, they were highlighted by luminescent pink eye shadow and heavily applied mascara. 

Her cheeks were flushed red, disguising the orange hue of the obviously fake tan applied to her face and the remainder of her visible skin. She sported a couple of tattoos, one black Celtic band around her upper arm and another smaller figure, in colour, on her left shoulder. I regained my focus by noticing her nipples were stiffening through the thin material of her top in the cool morning air.

"I want a fucking word with you, you wanker." She was in my face, pointing her fingers, gesturing, invading my personal space.

"If you don't get off of my driveway right away I'll call the police." I retorted. 

She stood, crossing her arms in defiance. "What you gonna fucking do about it, you posh twat?" She threatened.

I wasn't all that posh, but perhaps better mannered than her. I fumbled in my pocket for the door keys. OK perhaps my car was bigger and newer than hers, but the company paid for that.

"Go on then big man, do your fucking worst." She goaded, twisting her face.

By I was by now fumbling at the door, trying to shy away from her verbal barrage and trying to look in command of the situation for the sake of my neighbours. She was following me, close up, right in my face, I could feel her hot breath and spit on my skin as I inserted the door key.

I pushed at the door and went inside, before it fell shut she flung it wide open and stood, as bold as brass, in the hallway behind me.

"Get out of my house you foul mouthed little girl." I was stunned, and that was the best insult and threat I could come up with.

"Make me, you fucking arsehole." She said moving further in and slamming the door shut.

The house was quiet and warm, her presence was not welcome. I stuttered out, "My God, you do have a foul mouth, does your mother know you talk like that?" 

I pulled my mobile phone from my pocket and stared to dial. She batted it out of my hand, sending it scuttling noisily across the laminate floor and bouncing off the skirting. Her blow stung my fingers and I had the urge to strike back. Instead I looked up at her, glowering, but she still refused to move.

"Make me leave you rich fucking twat." She continued to goad. Boy was she pushing her luck! Again I wasn't all that rich and it is only a small three bedroomed house, detached granted, but mortgaged up to the hilt. I ply my trade as a freelance programmer and work from the small spare room that doubles as an office, upstairs.

She moved towards me again raising an arm, instinctively I grabbed her wrist spun her round and dumped her against the wall. I held her in an arm lock against the cool plaster wall at the foot of the stairs. She struggled and was quite strong for such a slightly built woman but was no real match for me. 

Her left cheek was pressed up tight to the cold plaster and I restrained her by leaning into her back with my full weight. I allowed her just enough slack to breathe but pressed her chest flat against the wall. The smell of her cheap perfume mixed with the stench of tobacco on her breath filled my nostrils as I held her tight.

"You bastard." She cried, from the corner of her mouth. She was pushing back, struggling against my weight.

"Calm down." I demanded.

"Fuck off you twat, what are you going to fucking do now, big man?" She was trying to goad me further.

"I should call the police, do you have any idea how much trouble you are in for?"

"I don't care, fucking twat"

"Do you ever stop swearing? Did your parents never teach you how to speak like a normal human being? 

"What you gonna fucking do about it you fucking shit, spank me?" 

"Well perhaps someone ought to; it's obvious that you need it." She was starting to get to me.

"And you think that should be you don't you? Just you fucking try it you bastard. Go on then, I fucking dare you." She goaded further. 

So I did. I moved round and swapped the hand restraining her wrist, I released it and bought it down on her backside with a muffled whack.

"Oh, so now you are going to hit me. Go on then, fucking hit me, see if I fucking care. You could do that all fucking day and it would affect me." She hissed.

Keeping hold of her wrist I smacked her backside again, her denim skirt cushioning the blow.

"Doesn't hurt." She goaded. "What you gonna do next? Put me over your fucking knee?" 

So I did. I spun her around, sat on the bottom step and forced her face down over my knees, keeping her arm locked up her back.

Whack! I hit her again, harder. She started to kick her legs and squirm on my lap.

"Still didn't hurt, now fuck off and let me up." At last, I thought, I might be getting to her.

I decided that the stiff material of her skirt was offering her too much protection, so I lifted it up and smacked her again, even harder, through her tights. She struggled with more urgency.

"You fucking perv, what the fuck..."

Whack! I continued the punishment each time she swore.

"Hah, you can't hurt me like that. What you gonna do next, whack my fucking bare arse?" She goaded me again.

So I did. I hitched her skirt up further and grabbed at the waistband of her tights. I pulled them down in one hard motion, her skimpy thong peeled back with the thick woolly material to expose her bare backside and tattooed Chinese writing in the small of her back.

Whack! I brought my hand down with a resounding echo in the small hallway. Her buttock tensed under the impact. I knew it had hit home by the string of obscenities that followed.

"Fuck off, you shit, fuck off and die." She spat back, "I don't give a fucking shit you bastard....."

Whack! before she could finish the sentence I hit her again. I resolved to smack her harder each time she swore at me. Releasing her wrist I pulled her skirt higher and the ruffled bunch of her tights lower.

"Koping a good fucking look, you fucking pervert?" Her tone was as insulting and unapologetic as ever.

Whack! I cracked her other buttock, making the taut flesh jump and ripple. I was hitting her so hard that it was stinging my hand and reddening the pale flesh. I clenched my fingers, trying to restore circulation. Whack! I brought my hand down on her upper thigh.

"Ow you bastard. Don't you fucking dare do that again." She yelled.

I continued to smack at the top of each of her thighs, reddening them until after around four or five strokes on each I had to rest my stinging hand. It came down one last time, my fingers resting in the cleft of her backside in the warm spot where her inner thighs met the globes of her ass cheeks.

"Koping a good feel now are you? You fucking perverted bastard." Her tone was slightly less vitriolic. I thought she was beginning to get the message.

I raised my hand to administer more discipline but registered a strange feeling on the tip of my finger. I raised it up and rubbed it against my thumb. I looked at it for confirmation and caught the sweet smell of her musk, my God, it was indeed greasy wet. 

Whack! I brought it down to her thigh three or four more times, this time making the point of driving my fingers further up her cleft each time I smacked down. I finished with two fingers resting deep down the warm and fleshy crack of her arse.

I reached down with my left hand I spread her firm ass cheeks to confirm my suspicions. Sure enough I could make out the tell tale wet patch in her inner thighs.

"Having a good fucking look?" Her voice was now faltering little and her legs falling limp and slightly apart. 

"Here, have a fucking good glare if you like." She dropped one leg off the side of my lap and pushed her backside out, exposing her cleanly shaven clam. Her pale outer pussy lips were swollen and inner lips folded open, her juices were literally bubbling out of her exposed and pink hole.

"What you gonna do about it now, you fucker?" Her tone had changed, it was less vitriolic and was now more demanding than insulting and she had almost forgotten to add the ubiquitous swear word. She seemed to realise that every time she swore she got a smack and every time she goading me into something I actually did it.

I ran my hand along the length of her outer lips, feeling the warmth and the silky smooth flesh. I cupped her clam resting the tip of my fingers on her clit, making her shudder. I returned it upwards, running a finger inside her inner lips as I pulled back making her jump and buck, involuntarily, on my lap.

"You haven't got the fucking balls for it......"

Before she could finish the sentence I drove two fingers into her sopping wet gash. 

"Urrgh, you bastard, stop it, you fucking bastard." The words came from her mouth but her body way saying something entirely different. She ground back her cunt back against my fingers. 

I smacked her again, this time higher up with my left hand as I continued to push my fingers deeper insider her. He muscles tensed against my fingers with each smack as she squirmed and ground against them. Sensing that she might be enjoying this more than she deserved I pulled my fingers out and rubbed her juices against her puckered arsehole.

"Don't you fucking dare do that to me, you dirty fucking bastard. Don't you...." 

Again before she could finish the sentence I had driven the two fingers into her, this time into her tight and gripping back passage.

"Mmmmph, you shit, you fucking shit." She bit her bottom lip as I thrust deeper.

Again she ground back against my fingers. I started to push them in and out, finger fucking her arse. After a few strokes I inserted my other two fingers into her pussy and continued to thrust my hand harder and deeper. After a few dozen stokes with my fingers in both holes she came, her cunt and ass muscles tensing and pulsing against my hand, her body hanging limp on my knees.

"OK." She panted, "you bastard, you've made me come, you twat. What you gonna do now then, fuck me?"

I slipped my fingers out and moved my hands away, realising what I had just done. She lay there, stock still, gathering herself, trying to recover her breathing. I stood up not sure of what to do, spilling her onto the floor. 

She could have run but she pulled herself up and sat on the second step, the carpet cushioning her red and tender buttocks. She sat, feet together, with her knees flopped wide apart, letting me get an eyeful of her puffy cunt and glistening wet lips. My eyes could help but hover over her private parts, the dark patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair framing the perfect sight of her open sex.

"You're not man enough to fuck me." She growled.

I spun round to face her. She glanced at the growing bulge in my pants.

"What the fuck do you call that? You haven't even got a hard on you pathetic wanker."

My cock wasn't quite ready for action. I yanked my belt open, tore at the button and unzipped my fly, letting my semi hard cock flop out from within the confines of my boxers.

I noticed her eyes widen as she focussed on its length. I grabbed the back of her head with my left hand and steadied myself on the stair rail with my right. She tensed her neck against my grip, pulling her mouth away from my exposed knob.

I knew I was taking a massive risk. She could bite me, butt me or what ever. All I could do was hold the back of her head firm.

She spat out the glob of gum and deftly stuck it to the stair rail. Before relaxing her neck muscles to allow me to pull her forwards she grabbed at my trousers and pulled them down, taking my boxers with them, exposing my hardening tool to her gaze. 

She took a hold of my buttocks, kneaded and gripped at them, almost sizing them up. She opened her mouth in compliance to my invitation and went down on my cock. Her mouth was warm and her tongue expert, her hair soft and silky to the touch. At least she would shut up for a few minutes I thought to myself as she sucked and teased me to full hardness.

Her thin lips stretched wide to accommodate my straining tool. She reached around and played with my balls, weighing them, then she wrapped her fist around the base as it grew thicker, to regulate the depth of my increasingly urgent thrusts. She continued to bob her head down on my end, drawing her lips tight and sucking it hard. I noticed her deep blue eyes as they fixed a stare upward to mine, the aggression now vanquished, a different kind of fire behind them. 

Releasing my cock with a loud pop she stood, kicked off her furry black boots, removed the rolled down tights, then spun back around and repositioned herself on the stair, her bare and inviting ass facing me. 

"Ok you fucker, you've got the fucking equipment now let's see if you know how to fucking use it." 

I moved forward and inserted my rock hard member, driving in as deep as the angle would allow. I groaned with pleasure as my cock slipped easily into her wet and welcoming snatch.

I smacked her reddened flesh again to punish her use of language. Her flesh felt different, her muscles had relaxed, the tension gone. Her reddened cheeks were hot against my loins as I nestled against her.

"Call that in, come on you fucker, push it in, harder, deeper, come on you...."

Again before she could finish the sentence I had grabbed her by her slender hips, pulled her up and thrust in, up to the hilt. She almost lost her balance, and rose on her tip toes.

"Mmmph, come on you bastard, fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me so I come..."

I am not sure that I needed the commentary but it spurred my on to force myself into her as far as I could. I thrust forward and scythed my cock into her. She pushed her ass back at me forcing me in as deep as I could go.

"I bet you come first." I panted into her ear as I drove myself deep into her. 

After a few more strokes she came, "Oh fuck, oh fuck," her cunt walls pulsing hard and in waves against my solid tool.

She fell forward making me lose my balance and my cock sprang out, slapping her ass cleft. Her asshole was still hanging slightly open from the fingering I had given it earlier and I couldn't resist running the tip of my cock up and down over the inviting entrance.

"You wanna fuck me there don't you? You fucking perv. Go on then, see if I care, you cunt."

I smacked her again with my left hand and then fed my cock into her blinking brown eye. Her butt was relaxed and open to the invasion of my prick, her ring gripped my thick shaft tight as I slid it slowly home. She arched her back to allow an ease of penetration, each time I smacked her muscles tensed and released. 

Her legs and buttocks were shimmering, her flesh sticky and clammy to the touch.




Rear Ended



Her arsehole was delightfully warm and tight. Her breathing was short and laboured as I thrust my cock home deeper with each stroke. After four or five deep thrusts I came, spilling my load deep into her bowels. The pulsing of my cock and the sensation of come flooding from my tool made her come again, almost in silence, emitting only a series of short blown breaths.

After a short pause she raised herself up and my cock dropped out of her. She spun, picked up the gum and nonchalantly popped it back into her mouth. She adjusted her skirt, not bothering to put her tights back on. She then pulled a lipstick out of her pocket and wrote her name and a mobile phone number on the hallway mirror.

As I pulled up my pants she opened the door and turned on the step to face me.

"By the way the car is not mine."

She walked past my car running a key along its length, generating an awful screeching and scraping sound. 

As she reached the boot she turned, batted her eyes, slanted her head and gave a grin of pure naughtiness. She raised her skirt high in one last act of defiance, revealing her bare and freshly fucked backside to all and sundry.

I looked around for my mobile, it had gone, together with my wallet, normally in my rear trouser pocket. 

She had turned and walked back to her car. As she pulled away she threw my, now empty, wallet out of the open window. She gave me a sexy smile and cheerful wave, for the benefit of the neighbours, and accelerated off. I didn't know if that would be the last time I would ever see her, but I knew I had some explaining, and cleaning, to do.



Rear Ended



I don't think there is EVER a good day to be involved in a car accident. But can you imagine being involved in one on Christmas Eve? Especially if it's your first Christmas Eve as a divorced woman and you've just dropped your two precious little girls - the darlings of your heart and your very reasons for living, off with their father and the twenty year old bimbo he's replaced you with. And as if all that weren't enough, what if the 24th of December happens to be your birthday as well? Your 40th birthday no less! Talk about joy to the fucking world! I'll never forget it; and hopefully, neither will you.

That night was bitterly cold and a steady snowfall was pelting the windshield of my Jeep Grand Cherokee as I drove home. The slush on the roads was now freezing slick and solid as the temperature dropped into the teens. But I barely noticed any of it. My heart was broken, my soul was crushed and I hated the entire world. As Johnny Mathis proclaimed "It's The Most Wonderful Time of The Year" on the radio, I wanted to reach through the speakers and rip his larynx out. How could this have happened to me? I thought I had been so smart - focusing on my work, establishing myself in my career and building a solid life for myself before I married and started a family. Then when Mister Right finally did come along, I'd be ready, both financially and emotionally to make marriage, family and love last for a lifetime. And when Mister Right turned out to be Daniel Lasden - a charming, handsome and successful corporate attorney who was ten years my senior, been divorced from his first wife for five years and had no kids, I knew that all my careful planning and hard work was about to pay tremendous dividends.

Stupid bitch! 

I stopped at a liquor store near my home in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas. And yes, Dallas does frequently have brutally cold and bitter winters. I bought two packs of Marlboro Reds and a bottle of Amaretto. I hadn't had a cigarette in nearly twenty years and never drank anything stronger than red wine, but on a night like this - fuck it!! As I continued on toward my house, the streets were for the most part deserted; everybody was either still at the mall or at home with their families - except me. I felt completely abandoned and totally alone in the world. Both my parents had long since passed away, I was an only child and now my children where spending the night with their 50 year old father and his 20 year old dormitory slut. 

Slowing my jeep to a virtual crawl, I inched carefully over the rough railroad tracks and then came to a stop at the red light at the intersection just beyond the railroad crossing. I was reaching for the first pack of Marlboros when the collision occurred from behind. It was sudden and sharp, but not terribly violent, for it only caused my jeep to lurch forward a few feet. But the surprise of it was enough to cause my soul to practically leap out of my body. Quickly ascertaining that I was unhurt, I glanced around to get my bearings then looked in the rearview mirror. From what I could make out, a beat up old Volkswagen Beetle with now only one working headlight had rear ended me and was now sitting slightly askew on the pavement directly behind me. The shock quickly turned to fury and burned up inside me like magma inside a volcano. I lowered my window and signaled the fool that had just capped off my glorious holiday to follow me. I drove forward a few yards, the Beetle following, and pulled off onto a gravel driveway that led to an enormous concrete slab that the sign claimed would one day be another strip shopping center; but at the moment was just a deserted parking lot.

Still in my work attire - suit coat, silk blouse, skirt and two inch heels, I sprang out of my jeep and stormed across the wet gravel through the bitter cold night without putting on my raincoat. The wind was howling eerily and blowing with a biting arctic chill; but I was so fueled and on fire with rage that I was completely oblivious of the weather. The door to the Beetle was opening slowly and as the wind whipped my long walnut brown hair about my face, I reached out and jerked the door open all the way.

"Are you okay?" A soft and meek female voice shuttered from behind the driver side door.

"Am I okay?" I raged before my mind could fully process that it was a woman who had hit me; a very young woman by the sound of her voice. "You just plowed into my car, you jackass! What the hell do you....Oh my God!!?"

My hands slapped over my mouth as the young girl emerged from the battered old Volkswagen. At first glance, she looked like death warmed over and appeared to be as beat up as the car she was driving. As I studied her in the soft glow of the overhead street lamp, the look of sheer terror on her face, along with a small stream of blood trickling out of her left nostril and the brutally inflicted black and blue bruise around her left eye immediately silenced me. My rage vanished instantly and was replaced with an overwhelmingly powerful instinct of motherly compassion and worry. The poor baby's eye was virtually swollen shut, appeared to be throbbing and there were speckles of blood splattered all about her face.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am." She whimpered. "I didn't mean to hit you. It's just that the road is so slick and I wasn't really paying attention. God, I'm so sorry. Don't worry, I have insurance." 

"Oh honey! Oh God! Did that happen just now?" I asked, motioning toward her eye. "Oh dear God!"

Instinctively I reached out and ever so gently brushed my fingertips on her face and into her soft hair. She recoiled at first, but I simply stepped closer. The girl was a good four or five inches shorter than me with long and disheveled honey blond hair. Her face was small and round but angelically adorable. Her lips were quivering as she curled them nervously through her teeth and bit at them while her nose was bright red with a combination of the cold, traces of blood and the strain of fighting back tears. 

"I'm okay." She said.

"Are you sure? Oh God, did you hit your head on the steering wheel or something?" I asked.

Though it was painfully obvious that somebody had beaten her up, I wasn't about to start throwing out accusations nor did I want to frighten her anymore than she already was. She seemed so fragile; so very timid. And she seemed even more alone in the world than me. She trembled quite noticeably as she stood before me; whether it was the cold, the shock of the accident or just her life crumbling, I couldn't be sure.

"No, it wasn't that." She said. "I fell at work and bumped it against the corner of a table. I'm a waitress. I've already seen a doctor and he says I just need to ice it and he gave me a prescription."

With my heart filling with compassion and pity, I continued to study this pretty little creature and didn't even realize that I had been gently stroking her hair the whole time.

"Honey, you're trembling." I said. 

"I'm cold. Plus it's been a very emotional day. A really rotten day." She replied. "A really rotten life actually." She whispered to herself. "Here, let me get you my information."

She took a step back, swung around and dove back into her beetle. As she rummaged through her glove box in search of her insurance information, my eyes scanned the inside of the vehicle. The entire backseat and a good portion of the front were stuffed to capacity with anything and everything a person, or in this case a young woman, could possibly own in the world. Losing myself deep in thought as I scanned the inside of her car, the girl suddenly sprang out, her shaking hands full of papers. Her purse, which had been sitting on her lap, slipped off and smacked to the ground, spilling most of its contents.

"Here, I think I found it..." She stammered. "Oh God! " She mumbled through an onset of fresh tears as she surveyed her fallen purse and its contents on the freezing ground. "Jesus, can't just one fucking thing go right for me today?!" 

With that, I immediately stepped forward and took her gently by the arms.

"Hey, hey, hey..." I began softly. "Honey, listen to me. The first thing you need to do is try and calm down, alright? Nobody got hurt and I'm not mad at you. It was an accident. I know you didn't mean it."

As she looked piteously at me through her swollen, puffy and soggy emerald green eyes, I felt a bizarre quiver deep in my belly. Though she was a complete mess and an emotional wreck at that moment, I was suddenly struck with just how beautiful a girl she was. Even with her savagely bruised and battered eye, she was as beautiful and innocent looking as a Christmas angel. As I studied her face, I could clearly see that she was on the verge of coming completely apart on me.

"Oh God sweetie, you are shaking like a leaf. Here, why don't you sit down, okay?" I spoke softly.

I helped her back down into the driver's seat and then proceeded to gather up her purse and the articles that had fallen out of it; one of which was her wallet. I picked up her wallet and as I did, a debit card slipped out of it. As I quickly snapped it up and flipped it over, I found instead that it was her driver's license.

"Nicole?" I read off the license. "That's your name?"

"Yes ma'am." She replied softly.

"Nicole Leann Foster." I read. My heart froze and my breath caught in my throat as I glanced at her date of birth. "Today's your birthday."

"Uh-huh." She whimpered. 

"12/24/1989; twenty years old." I replied with a little smile. "Happy Birthday, Nicole."

"Thank you." She said quietly. "Here's my insurance card."

Holding the card out with her still trembling hand, I gazed up toward the heavens and soon found myself busting out laughing. When I finally looked down at Nicole again, she was staring at me, dazed and totally confused. 

"What's so funny?" Nicole asked.

"Oh, I'm just realizing what a remarkable sense of humor God has; particularly tonight." I replied.

"Ma'am?" Nicole said quizzically.

I returned all the spilled contents to her purse, set it down at her feet and then squatted down in front of her.

"First of all, please don't call me ma'am. My name's Amanda." I told her.

"Amanda." Nicole said. "That's a pretty name."

"Thank you. So is Nicole." I told her. "Second, and you're probably not going to believe this, but today is my birthday too."

"Really?!!" Nicole said in utter awe.

Nicole's mood seemed to lighten tremendously and her eyes, or at least her good eye, brightened as she stared at me. For the first time, she smiled. And she had a very beautiful one; it literally lit up her face and caused another bizarre quiver to go ripping through my belly.

"Really!" I stated.

"How cool. So how old are you?" She asked.

"Older than twenty." I told her with a sly smile and a crafty wink of my eye.

"Oh come on. Don't be like that. After all, we've been through so much together already." Nicole jabbed and almost giggled.

"That's true." I sighed deeply and looked straight at her. "I'm forty."

"Get outta here!" She said. "You're 40 years old? No way!"

"Way." I replied.

"I wouldn't guess you a day over thirty." She told me.

"Sweetheart, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." I said and smiled.

"Well, Happy Birthday, Amanda." Nicole said with another beautiful smile.

"Thank you." I said and took a breath. "Now, since we're such good friends Nicole; would you answer a question for me?" I began. "Who are you running away from?"

There was a very long silence as I could see Nicole arranging her thoughts and trying to decide whether to lie to me or not. I waited patiently and gently squeezed her still trembling hand that was resting on her knee.

"It's okay, honey. You don't have to be afraid. Please tell me the truth." I said softly. "Are you running away?"

"Sort of." She finally whispered.

"From who? Or from what?" I asked.

"Me, I guess." She said.

"What do you mean?"

"My life." She said. "My parents were both killed in a plane crash about three years ago. My Daddy had just gotten his pilot's license and took my Mom up with him to celebrate. Guess he needed a few more lessons." She took a deep breath. "The plane crashed into a house and killed an elderly couple that lived there. After their family's lawyers got through with me and my older brother Luke, there was nothing left. Ever since then I've been living with friends and taking whatever kind of work I could find. Then about a year ago, I got a job as a waitress in a Gentlemen's Club. It wasn't long before I became a dancer and was actually able to get my own apartment. Then about six months ago, Luke had to move in with me. He hasn't been the same since our parents were killed. Anyway, he doesn't approve of what I do, so when he gets drunk, he's fond of letting me know just how much he disapproves. Problem is he's drunk almost all the time now."

By now tears were stinging my eyes as I felt Nicole's every word stab deep into my soul. I sensed her desperation and pain slipping into my chest and tearing my heart out by the arteries. I just wanted to bundle her up in my arms and take care of her. 

"So you didn't fall at work, did you?" I said as I gently touched her bruised eye. "Your brother hit you."

She could only nod her head at first as she struggled with everything she had to keep her emotions and her agony under control. Finally she looked up at me and continued.

"I haven't paid the rent in three months. I've been stock piling every dime I make in preparation to get out. When I got the eviction notice this morning, I knew it was time to go and I spent the day packing up. I wanted to be gone before Luke came home from work, but I didn't quite make it." She sighed. "Anyway, I was able to put him to sleep by busting his precious bottle over his head and left the eviction notice lying beside him on the floor." 

"Any idea at all where you're might go?" I asked as I squeezed her hand. "You said you've been saving all your money."

"Yeah. Only problem is I wasn't very good at hiding it. I didn't want to put it in my bank account because like an idiot, I added Luke as a signer on the account. So I've been hiding the cash in my mattress. Fucking genius, right? Pardon my French." She sighed.

"Sounded like good English to me." I said and gave her a smile.

"Anyway, Luke must have found the money while I was at work last night because it was all gone this morning. After I knocked him out, I searched his pockets and all I found was a ten dollar bill. So combine that with all the money I made last night, I have a grand total of one hundred and ten dollars to my name. But I swear I'm up to date on my auto insurance premiums. I'm covered." Nicole let out a deep breath.

"I'm not worried about that, honey." I told her. 

"Well, I am." She said.

As I had been listening to her story, the mind of the businesswoman inside me told me that this girl was a very talented actress; a big time player and she was now trying to play me for a fool. But the heart and soul of the mother inside me was telling me she wasn't. My only dilemma was which one I should listen to. 

"Do you have some place to stay tonight?" I asked.

"You're looking at it." She replied, indicating toward the inside of her car. 

"Out of the question." I stated.

"Pardon?" She whispered.

"There is no way on God's earth that you're going to spend Christmas Eve, let alone your birthday, sleeping in your car. And if God himself won't forbid it, then I will. Now, my house is only about five minutes from here and I have plenty of room." I told her.

"Amanda, I can't do that. It's Christmas Eve, after all. It's a family night. What about your family?" She said.

"My two little girls are the only family I have, and they are at their father's house until tomorrow night." I told her. "So I was going to be alone tonight anyway."

"Alone on Christmas Eve? And on your birthday?" Nicole mumbled then scoffed. "Sounds a lot like somebody I know. Oh yeah, it's me."

"Well not anymore! We're gonna solve each other's companionship dilemma by you coming home with me. You'll get a nice hot shower or bath, a hot meal, a warm bed and the most charming company in the great state of Texas; who is also gonna use her motherly medical skills to tend to your eye." I told her. "Because you didn't really go to the doctor about it, did you?"

Nicole lowered her head in shame and slowly shook it from side to side.

"Is this thing still drivable?" I asked.

"I think so." She whispered.

"Good. Now follow me, for birds of a feather flock together, my dear." I chirped sarcastically.

"Thank you." Nicole said in a whispered, cracking voice while tears streamed down her quivering cheeks. 

Less than five minutes later, I pulled my jeep into my two car garage and directed Nicole to pull her beetle in right beside it. Taking one of her duffel bags from her backseat, Nicole followed me inside and I led her upstairs to my master bathroom. I told her to please feel free to use any and all of my shampoos, conditioners, body washes and moisturizers, then I stepped out into the hallway to get some fresh towels for her out of the linen closet. As I re-entered the bathroom with a stack of clean towels, my soul nearly leapt out of my body for the second time in as many hours. Nicole had stripped completely nude and was just sliding off her panties and kicking them aside as I came in.

"Oh!" I chirped. "God, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were already..."

My words trailed off as she looked at me innocently. Again, I felt that very strange quiver deep in my belly as I beheld Nicole's absolutely gorgeous naked body. I suddenly felt my heart skipping wildly around inside my chest and my breath catch in my throat. Nicole's body was what the deepest and darkest carnal desires and sexual fantasies were made of; a statuesque and curvaceous goddess of true femininity and pure sexuality. But there was something else. Something in her eyes as she looked at me. I almost got the feeling that she wanted me to see her naked. And the strangest thing of all was I didn't mind - not in the absolute least. Who would? 

"Here are some fresh towels for you." I managed to spit out as I handed them to her.

"Thank you." Nicole said almost bashfully as she took them and quickly wrapped herself up in one. "I'm sorry, Amanda. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that I'm so used to taking my clothes off in front of people that I didn't even think about it." She explained. 

"You don't need to apologize, honey. It doesn't bother me. Hell, if I had a body like yours I'd..." I let the words trail off. "Well, you know. Enjoy your shower. I'm gonna go down and start dinner."

I turned on my heels and was out the door before Nicole had the chance to respond. I had left the room as quickly as I could, trying desperately not to look as if I was fleeing the scene of a crime. Closing the door, I pressed my back up against it and laid my hand on my chest. My heart was knocking like crazy, my pulse was exploding in my ears and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. As I tried to pull myself together, I felt that bizarre quiver deep in my belly once again. Taking a deep cleansing breath, I slid my hand down over my left breast and was greeted with yet another birthday night surprise; my nipples were rock hard and penetrating deep and tight into the lace of my bra. 

"Good Lord. What the hell is happening here?" I mumbled under my breath. Then most unexpectedly, I giggled. "My first Christmas Eve without my daughters and I get rear ended on the way home by a homeless titty dancer. So I invite her to my house, watch her strip naked in my bathroom and now I think she might be trying to seduce me." I chuckled again. "And the most bizarre thing of all is that I hope she succeeds. What?!! Where the hell did that come from? I must say, God really does have a sense of humor tonight."




Rear Ended



I hurried downstairs and set to work whipping up my grandmother's famous beef stew, along with some green beans, wild rice, side salad and some wheat rolls. I set the table with my finest tablecloth, napkins, china and silverware; I even dug out candles and candlesticks. I plugged in the Christmas tree, lit a fire in the fireplace and set the CD player on random with all my Christmas favorites. I pulled two of my finest crystal wine glasses down and began polishing them. As I surveyed the room, reality suddenly smacked me upside the head with a two by four; I had just set the scene for a very romantic dinner for two. Setting the wine glass down, I bent over the counter and plopped my head down on it.

"Mandy, what the hell are you doing?" I mumbled to myself. 

I had never in my life been attracted to a member of my own sex. Sure I had admired other women's beauty - almost every woman does that. It's part of the female nature. But admiring another woman's beauty and being attracted to it are two different things. Have I suddenly become a lesbian? No, of course not! Something like that doesn't just happen; not to a woman like me. But there was obviously something happening inside me now in regard to Nicole. Something that was reaching deep inside and touching a part of me that I didn't know existed. Could I actually be attracted to her? Attracted to her sexually? Well, why not? She's a beautiful, seductive and sensual young woman. Sexuality literally oozes from every pore of her body. What man wouldn't want her? Oh, that's right: I'M NOT A MAN! 

"Amanda?" Nicole's sweet and soft voice echoed through the room, instantly snapping me out of my internal debate. 

My head sprang up off the counter like a catapult; I snatched up the wine glass again and resumed polishing it as Nicole came across the living room to the kitchen, dressed in a faded pair of blue jeans and a Dallas Cowboys jersey. Her feet were bare and her gorgeous honey blond hair draped full and flowing over her shoulders. 

"Something smells delicious." She stated matter-of-factly.

"That would be my grandmother's beef stew. It was my family's traditional Christmas Eve dinner when I was a kid." I replied. "Now, let see what we can do about that eye, honey. Have a seat."

Nicole seated herself on one of the bar stools that lined the counter and I brought over the first aid kit. I examined her eye and had to admit that it looked better now that she had obviously cleaned it in the shower. As I touched her face, I secretly reveled in the velvety softness of her skin. Leaning in a little closer, the scent of fresh soap and shampoo on her skin and in her hair flooded my nostrils and that quiver deep in my belly surfaced again. I squashed it down. 

"You know, I think the best thing for it right now would just be to put some ice on it to try and bring the swelling down. You did a good job of cleaning it already." I told her. "Here, I'll get you an ice pack."

When you have young children, you should always have a few ice packs ready at all times. I pulled one out of the freezer and wrapped it up in a kitchen towel. As I turned back toward Nicole, she had sauntered into the living room and was standing at the hearth looking at the pictures of my girls on the mantle.

"Are these your daughters, Amanda?" She asked.

"You are correct, Madame." I said as I brought the ice pack over to her. "The darlings of my heart - this is Stacy; my big girl. And that beautiful little thing is Lucy; my baby." I pointed to each with a proud smile and an aching heart.

"They're beautiful. Just like their Momma. How old are they?" She asked with a sweet smile. 

"Stacy is six and Lucy is four." I told her.

"You make beautiful babies." She told me.

"Thank you." I said as the ache in my heart suddenly felt like a vice grip.

"You okay?" Nicole asked with concern in her voice and gently laid a hand on my arm. Was that a spark? And there is that crazy quiver in my tummy again!

"Yes, I'm fine." I said as I handed her the ice pack. "Here! Now you hold that on your eye for as long as you can stand it. Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. There's some bottled water in the fridge or you're welcome to pop open the bottle of wine that I set out if you like. Now if you'll excuse me, it's my turn to shower and change. I shouldn't be too long."

"Take your time, birthday girl." Nicole said. "Be good to yourself. You deserve it." 

"If the phone rings, just let the machine get it." I said as I headed up the stairs.

"Amanda?" Nicole called after me.

"Yes?" 

"Thank you. For everything."

"It's my pleasure, honey. Please make yourself at home. I won't be long."

I trotted up the stairs, trying to appear nonchalant and as soon as I rounded the corner, dashed down the upstairs hallway, through my bedroom and into my master bathroom. Collecting myself against the closed bathroom door, I then stripped off my clothes and as my panties dropped to the floor at my feet, I discovered a rather large stain of wetness in the fabric; that's when reality smacked me over the head with that damn two by four again. Whether my mind wanted to accept it or not, my body was obviously very aroused by and attracted to young Nicole and had no qualms about expressing it at all. For one fleeting moment, I tried to ignore both my body and my mind, and listen to what my heart had to say on the subject of Nicole and what she was doing to me. After all the aching, breaking, fluttering, freezing, pounding and skipping like crazy she'd been doing since Nicole had come crashing into my life, surely she had an opinion. Perhaps all her wild behavior was her way of telling me to follow her. But where exactly was she leading? Well, if Nicole were a man, the answer would be simple. But Nicole is most definitely not a man. And neither am I; hence my conflict! Thanks for your help, bitch! Now shut up! 

Turning to start the shower, I caught a glimpse of my 40 year old nudity, all 5'10" of it, in the full length mirror. Without even thinking about it, I let my hands slide almost seductively down my body as a way of studying myself. There were my long, lean and alluringly sculpted legs. My nicely rounded, fertile hips and then my stomach; well, definitely no six pack abbs here, but a very sexy flat and soft tummy none the less, connected to a surprisingly trim and small waist. My arms - long, well toned and willowy, topped with sleek, lissome hands, long and sexy fingers with fire red nail polish. My breasts - a very pert, round and supple pair of 36 C-cups with ripe pink and plump nipples and areolas. 

Now to my face: Above average beauty with only a couple of wrinkles, high cheek bones, near perfect nose, pouting lips, two captivating dark blue eyes and a sparkling, pearly white smile. I pulled out my ponytail and let my hands glide through my soft and flowing shoulder blade length hair; a glossy shade of dark walnut brown; and gray? What gray? And would you just look at your neck girlfriend; so long, so sleek and so incredibly alluring sitting on top of that pair of sexily toned shoulders. 

"Wow, I'm starting to turn me on!" I heard myself mumble. 

As I turned to the side to study my profile, all the while still letting my hands caress all around my body, I soon found myself reveling in the surprising smoothness and softness of my alabaster skin. I turned again and viewed down my backside over my shoulder; perfectly proportionate and symmetrical with an extremely sexy curvature in my spine leading down to a round, taut and fertile ass that any man would love to dig his fingers into. 

I may not win, but I could definitely give Nicole a run for her money. 

I turned and faced myself directly in the mirror and let my hands descend down to the tiny patch of trimmed brown hair above my sex. I suddenly felt my body begin to tingle. I let my fingers continue their journey south and was soon teasing my moist labia and quivering slit with the tip of my freshly manicured and painted fingernail. My eyes shut, my breathing accelerated and my pulse popped wildly in my ears as I slipped a finger deep inside myself. I could feel the months of repression and tension since my divorce pouring into a tsunami-like orgasm building up inside me. With visions of Nicole's gorgeous and powerful young naked body dancing around in my head, I was soon impaling myself on my hand. My heart was ramming against my ribs and I had to shove the fingers of my free hand into my mouth to muffle the sensual moans now pouring out of me. As the climax tore through me, my body spasmed as I felt the hot elixir of my orgasm douses my fingers and the palm of my hand. 

I took a very cold shower! 

By the time I got back downstairs after slipping on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, Nicole had already popped the bottle of wine, poured two glasses, lit the candles on the table, tossed and served the salads and was now dishing up our dinner as I came into the kitchen.

"Hey!" She said cheerfully. "Feel better?"

"Much. Thanks." I replied. "Honey, you don't have to do that." 

"I know. But I want to. Now sit down. Dinner is served, birthday girl." She said.

With a smile, I happily complied and took a seat at the table. Nicole set a plate of steaming hot beef stew in front of me, along with some green beans and wild rice; I inhaled deeply of its enticing aroma. Yep! Just like Grandma's. Nicole soon returned with the basket of rolls and a plate for steaming stew and veggies of her own, then sat down beside me. I raised my glass of wine.

"I think a toast is in order, don't you?" I said.

Nicole lifted her glass and held it directly in front of mine with her beautiful smile lighting up her gorgeous face.

"To minor fender benders on slick roads." I offered. 

"And to us. On our birthday. Happy Birthday." Nicole added with a chuckle.

"Happy Birthday." I finished.

With that, we touched glasses, sipped our wine and launched into our meal. We ate for the most part in silence and from where I sat, played a great many rounds of eye tag. The swelling of Nicole's eye was going down considerably and I think much of it had to do with her overall mood and facial expressions. She seemed very peaceful and comfortable now; almost like she felt she belonged. She was very happy. And for the first time all day, I was happy too. It had turned out to be a Happy Birthday after all; for both of us.

Once we finished dinner, Nicole wouldn't even hear of me lifting a finger to help her clear the table, do the dishes and store the leftovers. So I sat on one of the bar stools and sipped a second glass of wine and chatted with her as she worked. Oh, the energy of youth. Once the after dinner chores were complete, I opened the bottle of amaretto that I had purchased just prior to the accident and poured us each a snifter. With the Christmas music still playing from the stereo, Nicole and I sat on the sofa in the living room, sipped our amaretto, gazed at the Christmas tree and talked into the night. I couldn't remember the last time I actually had a "girlfriend" over; nor had any real adult company at the house at all. Between the girls and my work, I just never seemed to have the time for much else. I found it incredibly easy to talk to Nicole; for somebody so young, she was extremely well read and very intelligent. After all that she had been through in her short life, I guess it was only logical that she was wiser than her mere twenty years. 

As I poured a second round of amaretto, I felt the comforting warmth of the booze beginning to course through my blood stream. At least, I think it was the booze. By the time I poured our third round, I had virtually convinced myself that Nicole had slowly been inching herself closer to me on the sofa as our conversation progressed. Or was it me inching myself closer to her? Who knows? And why should I care? Nicole and I continued to visit as if we were old friends and before either of us realized how much time had gone by, the grandfather clock in the foyer chimed the hour of midnight.

"Well, another birthday in the books." I said. "I'm now officially into my 41st year."

"And I'm into my 21st. You know, by this time next year, I'll actually be of legal age to drink." Nicole added with a playful grin as she lifted her glass to her luscious lips and swallowed the last of her third amaretto.

"Oh, rub it in, why don't you?" I jabbed as I drained the remainder of my glass.

Setting my glass down on the coffee table, I sensed Nicole stretching and yawning. With her profile captured in the soft glow of the fire and with the Christmas tree sparkling behind her, she truly looked like a Christmas angel. She was absolutely stunning to me. I flopped back into the deep and soft cushions of my sofa, rolled my head toward Nicole and just took her in.

"You tired, honey?" I heard myself mumble.

"A little bit. It's been a rather long day." She replied softly.

"That it has." I agreed sharply.

Nicole cuddled herself up into the cushion of the sofa, rolled her head in my direction and seemed to be taking me in every bit as much as I her. 

"How about you? You tired?" She asked.

"I am." I told her.

"Then I guess it's time for bed." She said.

With a soft smile, I held out my hand and without hesitation, Nicole slid her delicate hand into mine. 

"Nicole, I know this may sound a little deep considering how long we've known each other and how we met, but I am so glad that you're here tonight. I'm not sure I would have made it through otherwise." I said.

"I'm really glad I'm here too. You've turned a lousy Christmas Eve into a very special one. And you've made my birthday a truly happy one after all. I don't know how I can ever thank you. No one has ever been this kind to me in my life." She said.

"It's been my pleasure, honey. Now come on; it's getting late." I told her and we stood up.

After extinguishing the fire in the fireplace and unplugging the tree, Nicole met me by the stairs and much to my surprise, and ultimately to my delight, slid her hand into mine once more and I led her upstairs. Passing both the girl's rooms, I led her to the guest room which was directly across the hall from mine.

"I put your bag in here after I showered. It's not exactly a suite at the Hyatt, but it should be very comfortable for you. The bed's a sleep number." I told her.

"Cool." Nicole replied.

"You have something to sleep in?" I asked.

"What I sleep in every night." She replied. "My birthday suit! Seems rather fitting that I should wear it on my birthday, don't you think?"

"Well, technically it's not your birthday anymore." I told her.

"Close enough though." She said, and the next thing I knew, Nicole had slid her arms around me and her beautiful body was suddenly pressed firmly against me in a warm embrace. "Oh, I've had such a good time tonight. Thank you so much."

With my arms folded almost possessively around her small frame, I reveled in secret delight at the feel and warmth of her. Her body was so perfect; so young, lean and firm; and yet so soft, sensual and inviting. Every curve and contour was so exquisitely defined and masterfully sculpted. The feel of her firm, supple and bountiful breasts squashed firmly into my stomach sent shockwaves of illicit pleasure deep into my belly. Resting my chin on top of her head, I inhaled the floral scent of her hair and let my hands slide carefully up her back and slyly buried my fingers in the silky soft locks of honey blond. I was becoming lost in the embrace. This young woman had me erotically hypnotized.

"Wow." Nicole suddenly whispered.

"What is it, honey?" I whispered back.

"Your body." She said. "It's perfect. So lean, so firm; yet so soft and sensual. And so warm. Are you sure you're 40 years old? Because this is definitely not the body a 40 year old woman is supposed to have."

"It's not, huh?" I said as we stepped away from each other yet still held each other. 

"This is a 25 year old woman's body." Nicole said with a coy, and dare I say, seductive smile. "Oh, did I mention it's sexy as hell as well?"

"Oh honey. You keep talking like that and I might just have to keep you here for the rest of your life. Might even fall in love with you too." I told her.

"You promise?" She asked so innocently that I nearly shed a tear.

"Promise." I said and tapped the tip of her nose with my finger.

"Good." She said.

The next thing I knew, Nicole's lips were pressing against mine and every circuit and sensor in my body went into maximum overdrive. Yet I made no effort to stop her or break away. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I had wanted this since the moment I'd walk in on her in the bathroom. I felt Nicole gather me up in her arms and draw me closer to her and I willingly surrendered to her. I slid my arms around her shoulders, tilted my head slightly to the side and pressed my tongue forward. Pushing it against her incredibly soft and luscious lips, they almost immediately surrendered to me and our kiss soon became an intimate encounter more beautiful than anything I had ever experienced before.

Nicole's mouth was silk and heat and promise. 

Never before had I experienced such a kiss, nor tasted such a sweet mouth. As my heart slammed wildly about within my chest, I slid my hands down her back and they cupped themselves around the firmest and most perfectly shaped ass ever created. Nicole took the cue perfectly, allowing me to lift her off the floor and her legs slid sensually and tightly around my waist. I glided slowly backwards into my bedroom, drifting almost on a cloud to my bed where I gently laid her on the mattress, pressing my body down atop her. Our kiss never broke. I felt her hands bury themselves in my hair and I began to gently grate my body softly against hers. The lustful heat rising from our bodies was becoming astronomical and as I felt my flesh begin to moisten with perspiration, my clothes began to feel cumbersome. Finally we came up for air and gazed deeply at one another.

"We're on your bed." Nicole cooed softly.

"I know." I purred back. 

"Guess this means I won't be sleeping on the sleep number bed tonight?" Nicole asked as she nipped at my chin and jaw.

"I don't think so, honey." I whispered.

"Do you realize that you've been calling me honey all evening long?" Nicole asked.

"Have I?" I said as I nibbled gently on her bottom lip. "Hope it hasn't been a problem for you."

"Actually it's been driving me wild. I've had to fight just to keep my hands off you." Nicole purred.

"Is that a fact? And here I was worried that the attraction might just be one sided." I hissed softly. 

"Not a chance. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you, Amanda. When you came storming up to my car ready to rip my head off." Nicole giggled seductively.

"Certainly glad now that I didn't." I whispered as I nipped her lip.

"Me too." Nicole said biting mine. "But I would really love for you to rip my clothes off. It's getting so hot in here."

"It would be my pleasure." I purred. "But only if you promise to rip off mine too; honey."

"All you had to do was say the magic word." Nicole replied and our mouths seared together in another wanton lover's kiss.

In a state of what I can only describe as salacious desperation, Nicole and I literally did rip each other's clothes off and tossed them carelessly to the floor. As I had "forgotten" to slip on a bra and panties after my shower, so apparently had Nicole. Now face to face on our knees in the center of my bed, my eyes once again feasted on Nicole's flawless nudity, accompanied this time by the tips of my fingers and the palms of my hands as they gently explored the gorgeous young flesh and the immaculate curves of her body. Nicole's eye shut, her head and body swayed ever so slightly at my touch while a chorus of soft and sensual moans trickled from her lips. I now burned with a lust and a passion that I had never known before.




Rear Ended



"God, you are so beautiful Nicole." I whispered.

"Call me Nikki." She moaned.

"Nikki. And you call me Mandy." I replied.

"Mandy." She whispered as her eyes opened and she gazed at me. "My beautiful, beautiful Mandy."

Nicole inched closer to me and began to explore my nudity with her hands and fingers the same way I had been exploring hers. Soon my eyes closed, my head tilted back and was swaying gently from side to side along with my body as moans of illicit pleasure were drifting from my lips as my gorgeous young lover caressed me.

"Never have I touched a more exquisite body. Never have I seen a more beautiful woman than the one before me now." Nicole whispered.

With my eyes still shut and my heart pounding like never before as her words filtered into my mind, I felt Nicole take me in her arms and her mouth again capture mine. As she slowly lowered me to my back on the mattress, the weight of her buxom young body coming to rest gently atop me and the rapture of a lover's kiss completely consuming me, the mysterious quiver that had been invading deep within my belly all evening finally introduced itself. Its name was desire. 

As Nicole's body rested on top of me and her tongue explored the deepest recesses of my mouth, I slid my arms around her shoulders and wrapped my legs around her torso. I wanted so much to literally pull her inside of me. Slowly, Nicole broke out of our kiss and gazed directly into my soul as she softly stroked my hair. My body was trembling with unbridled desire and my heart was rattling like a jackhammer as I stared up into Nicole's beautiful face. The weight and power of her gorgeous young body being all around me was intensely erotic; the feel of her hot and damp flesh against my own filled me with an insatiable lust . The sensation of her rock hard and protruding nipples pressing against my own sent chills of illicit pleasure to every corner of my mortal being. 

"Mandy?" 

"Yes, honey?" 

"Is this your first time to be with a woman?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you scared?"

"A little bit." 

Nicole brushed her lips over mine so softly and with so much love and tenderness that I felt my heart lodge into my throat.

"Please don't be. I'd never hurt you. And I'll be as gentle as a lamb. And I'm gonna love you like you've never been loved before." She told me in her soft, sweet voice with her face lit up by her radiant, saintly smile.

"Oh Nikki.." I managed to utter before the emotion of the moment paralyzed my vocal chords.

And with that, she took my mouth again and I balled myself up around her smaller body in a consuming lover's embrace as we kissed. Nicole then gently rolled me out flat on the mattress, spreading my legs and pushing my arms down to rest beside my head on the pillow. Lifting my right hand and slowly guiding it to her lips, Nicole lovingly kissed each individual digit with such care, patience and affection that I literally felt my heart melt at her overwhelming devotion. Then she tenderly took them one by one deep into her mouth, suckling each of them as if they were the most delectable morsels of a cherished cuisine. Bending my hand about, she lathered the inside of my palm with her tongue. Both of her lissome hands cradled mine, falling into a mystical trance as she molded my entire palm to her face. I had never witnessed such pure eroticism before; and never again would I think that something as plain and ordinary as a hand couldn't be considered a beautiful thing. 

I surrendered completely and wrapped my arms around Nicole's neck as her mouth crushed to mine with resounding moans. Bending my neck for a deeper kiss, I gave Nicole full access to my open mouth. She took full advantage of my submission, plunging her tongue into the deepest recesses of my wanting mouth. I buckled beneath the eagerness of my powerful young lover, giving in to whatever impulse she so craved. My head fell back and Nicole sank lower, eagerly nibbling on my chin and then sealing her mouth to my neck. Purring like a kitten and clutching the sheets of my bed in the tight balls of my fist, Nicole was sinking her teeth in deeper, ravenously suckling my flesh. Nicole exhaled long and deep, closing her eyes as she cradled my head in her palms, combing my long brown locks like sacred threads of the purest fabric. I gazed upward as Nicole lowered her chest, ultimately smothering my face with those bountiful, invigorating breasts. Feeling their silky smoothness and soft suppleness all about me, I soon lost myself amidst the buxom young flesh.

Nicole rose above me slightly and my lips parted as she slowly bridged the gap of emptiness between my mouth and her throbbing, erect nipple. I shivered as I slowly savored the warm and sacred skin as it entered my mouth. Sipping the areola of her left breast, my tongue twined about the plump, swollen nub before lowering my jaw to inhale as much flesh as I could possibly devour. Nicole sighed in release as my cheeks caved in, taking in even more flesh. My hands had found themselves fixed upon Nicole's fertile hips, then to the glossy spheres of her ass. Burying her nipples deep within my sultry mouth in turns, Nicole's eyes fluttered in sheer ecstasy and her soft, tender moans chimed to me her overwhelming ascent. Straddling my body between her powerful legs, Nicole finally rose up, arching her back and thrusting her chest slightly forward; traces of my saliva glistening on her nipples. Grazing her fingertips softly over the moist flesh of my naked torso, she gently kneaded and fondled my supple breasts with all the erotic skill of a professional masseur. 

With the gentle light of the moon filtering through the windows of my bedroom, I gazed up in awe at Nicole's glistening body as my hands slid gently over the powerful muscles and soft skin of her fertile hips and silky thighs. With an indescribable look of desire on her face, Nicole lowered her mouth to my left nipple, seizing it between her succulent lips and sucked it deep into her mouth. My body spasmed and a deep gasp of orgasmic rapture leapt from my shocked mouth as Nicole feasted upon my breast. My body bucked, my head rolled from side to side, my eyes fluttered, my heart raced while my hands and arms flailed erratically about as Nicole's mouth, lips and tongue lathered the nipples and areolas of both my breasts back and forth from right to left, over and over again. 

Nicole shifted suddenly, her body sliding down on the mattress between my wide open legs and l felt the tickle of her own erect nipples grazing down the skin of my belly as she slowly descended me. Her eyes remained locked on mine; an intensely erotic stare of insatiable lust, carnal desire and unadulterated passion, the likes of which no human being had ever cast upon me before. I was completely under her elliptical spell and would do anything to please her. Nicole's lips nipped and suckled the flesh of my abdomen as she teasingly traced her way down to my sexual center. Guiding my legs up to bend at the knees and planting my feet firmly on the mattress, Nicole devoured the creamy flesh of my inner thighs; that intense stare never unlocking itself from me. My heart was on the verge of exploding and I was trembling to the very core with breathless anticipation.

Nicole teasingly circled the very outer edges of my sex with the tip of her tongue, and my soul, for the third time that day, nearly leapt from my body. Combing back the damp locks of honey blond hair from her face with my fingers, Nicole snatched my index finger and gingerly guided it to my labia and slit. 

"Feel how wet you are, Mandy." Nicole hissed softly.

My eyes closed as low and sensual moans drifted out of my mouth as Nicole lathered my finger in the fervent arousal of my labia.

"Oh yeah. You like that don't you, baby?" Nicole continued as I tenderly moaned my wondrous ascent. "Now feel how swollen you are; how excited, how hot. Yeah, that's it. Just feel all that heat pouring out from inside you, baby."

Nicole moved my finger all about my sexual center and I reveled in the intense heat, arousal and humid moisture emanating out of my body. I heard Nicole inhale deeply as she slowly slipped my finger inside me.

"And oh, the smell of you, Mandy. So ripe, so wild and alive." Nicole purred. 

"Oh baby.." I heard myself murmur.

"Now I want you to taste yourself." She hissed. 

Nicole slipped my finger out and pushed my hand up to my face by my elbow and like an unleashed sexual fiend, I hungrily sucked my finger into my mouth, suckling it with all the fervor and passion Nicole had used.

"You have such a beautiful pussy, Mandy." Nicole hissed in a whisper. "So, so beautiful." 

The intensity of the next few seconds will never be erased from my memory. As I sucked wantonly of my own arousal on my finger, Nicole's mouth fastened itself to my seething womanhood and I was nearly launched into orbit. My body jerked violently, every muscle within me seized and the deep gasp of air I sucked into my lungs nearly caused me to swallow my finger. With a skill I did not believe any man, much less a woman could possess, Nicole's mouth feasted ravenously upon my sexual center, sending waves of unprecedented carnal pleasure raging through every nook and cranny of my body and every fiber of my mortal soul like electrical current. Nicole buried her lips and tongue deep inside me, her fingernails digging deep into the flesh of my hips as she fed upon me. As the orgasmic pressure built up inside me with the intensity of a pressure cooker, my body bucked and spasmed as my lungs strained desperately against the pressure of it for air. With the illicit pleasure literally consuming every part of me, my eyes spun erratically in my head while my head itself rolled wildly from side to side as my hands clutched and tugged urgently at the sheets of my bed. The combined heat of two human bodies entangled and entwined in the throes of unbridled passion had me drenched in sweat from head to toe. My tender moans turned to orgasmic howls of erotic release that were reverberating frantically off the walls and ceiling of my bedroom. 

When the climactic orgasm violently tore through my body with the ferocity of a mighty avalanche, Nicole held tight to my hips, keeping her mouth firmly fastened to my center. As I felt the orgasm erupt deep inside me, the look of carnal desire and insatiable lust on Nicole's face became even more intense than before. As my orgasm ravaged body lay spent and exhausted on the sweat laden sheets, I could sense Nicole drinking of my sexual nectar, and as she rose to her knees and crawled seductively up my body, I could see the remains of my orgasm glistening on her lips and chin. With my hand resting on my chest above my jack-hammering heart, I gasped deep and desperately for air as moans of both intense pleasure and intense relief poured out of my mouth. Nicole slid down on the mattress beside me and cradled my twitching body tenderly into her arms. Holding me possessively against her, she gently stroked my sweaty hair and pelted soft, sweet kisses all about my head and face. Nicole held me as if I were her most precious possession while the intensity of the experience slowly passed. The lustful heat emanating from our seething bodies was immense and the musky scent of two very aroused women hung heavily in the air and flooded my nostrils as we lay entwined in each other's gentle embrace. 

Steadily, Nicole's soft and sweet kisses found their way to my mouth and their intensity slowly increased. At last we were locked once more in a wanton kiss of a lover's passion with our sweat slick bodies meshed firmly against one another. I could taste my own intimate flavor in Nicole's mouth and having it immersed in her boiling saliva created the most erotic and forbidden elixir. Coming up at last for air, Nicole stroked my cheek and cupped my chin.

"Merry Christmas, Mandy."

"Merry Christmas, Nikki."

"Now I want you to rollover and lay on your stomach."

"Okay."

I complied immediately with Nicole's request, stretching my long body out on my stomach, folding my arms beneath my chin and resting my head on them. Letting my eyes shut, I waited breathlessly for whatever Nicole might have in store for me next.

It began as a very slow, sensual and intensely erotic massage. Nicole explored every inch of the back side of my body with her hands. Seeming to savor every second of the experience as if it might be the last time she would ever touch another human being, Nicole meticulously rubbed, kneaded and fondled virtually every nook, cranny, curve and muscle of my body from the base of my neck to the arches of my feet with the utmost tenderness and affection. Once she reached the bottom, she took my foot in her hand and suckled each of my toes as she had my fingers. I nearly melted away. When she finished, I felt her crawling slowly and seductively back up my body like a predator stalking her prey, only this time using her lips, tongue and mouth instead of her hands to explore me. Nicole suckled, nibbled, kissed and licked virtually every inch of my flesh as she worked her way up my back side, ultimately straddling my body and slowly lowering hers down on to it. 

The feel of her warm, supple and bountiful breasts meshing down into the skin of my back set me ablaze; her erect and protruding nipples scraping against my flushed and flaming hot skin. Rising up to rest on my elbows, Nicole slid her arms through mine and cupped my breasts in her hands while she erotically grated her body down on mine. Turning my head over my shoulder, Nicole took my mouth in another passionate kiss as our sweat soaked bodies rubbed together. Shifting around, I soon found myself once again on my back, Nicole atop me and the sweetness of her mouth deep in mine. Nicole rose up on her knees, adjusted my legs and then straddled my left leg, pressing her seething sex firmly against the sweaty skin of my thigh. She then pressed her own thigh firmly against my pulsing center. The feel of her swollen, soaking wet folds and her rock hard clit on my skin set me afire. I clamped my right leg around her body and Nicole began to gently grate her sweet honey pot down on my thigh and her thigh up against my aching pussy .

As I lay beneath her, gently caressing her beautiful body, I became totally and utterly mesmerized by this raw and primal sexual dance. With her eyes closed, Nicole's body swayed gently back and forth above me, her head rolling in sensual unison with that motion while the air filled with soft, tender moans of her illicit pleasure. Nicole took her time, slowly increasing her motion to allow both our orgasms to come gradually. The energy of her youth captured me; the depth of her passion overwhelmed me. I loved breathing in her scent, watching the pleasure build inside her and feeling her muscles seize and spasm when the orgasm finally erupted and ravaged her to the very core. Collapsing into my arms, I engulfed her trembling body in my embrace and we kissed a soft, sensual and continuous kiss as we breathed each other's air. Finally she rose above me again and smiled.

"Sit up, baby." 

I happily complied, leaning back slightly, supporting my weight on my arms and hands. Nicole shifted her body, untangled our legs and then straddled my lap again. Sliding her hands around my neck, she took my mouth once more. Nicole's kiss was intoxicating; I could literally taste her life force, and I could feel it spilling into me. She showered me with her living essence, her unbridled passion, her very soul. I had never dreamed that a kiss could be so divine. 

With our eyes locked in an intense and lustful gaze, Nicole slipped two of her fingers into my mouth and I suckled them deeply. Sliding them out again, she immediately replaced them with her tongue and let her hand slide down the front of my body until she found my sex; then she slipped her fingers inside me. Pulling back slightly, Nicole gazed deep into my eyes as she slowly pumped her fingers deep within me. Both our bodies began to gently roll with the motion. As with her erotic dance, she took her time, allowing my orgasm to build gradually. Our gazes remained fixed on each other, Nicole steadily increasing her pumping action deep inside me. My body began to tremble as the orgasm built and my tender moans increased once more to orgasmic howls and wails. When Nicole sensed I was close to climax, she pushed be down on my back and dramatically increased the thrusting of her hand and fingers. My hips bucked, my back arched toward the ceiling and my fists clutched desperately at the sheets as the orgasm ripped through me. 

Ravaged to the core once more by an incredible orgasm, my body relaxed in a spent pile of bliss on the damp sheets as Nicole slid her fingers out of my sex and back into my mouth, where I gladly sucked them clean. I then followed Nicole's earlier example and proceeded to suckle each and every one of her fingers as she had mine. Finally our mouths seared together once more, followed by an immaculately peaceful moment of silence as we stared tenderly at each other.

"This has been the most beautiful night of my life." Nicole whispered.

"Me too." I replied.

And we kissed again. I held Nicole snuggly against me, reveling in the softness of her skin and the sweetness of her mouth.

"Nikki?" 

"Yeah?" 

"I want to taste you now."

"Thought you'd never ask."

"You know I've never done it before."

"Being the incredible lover that you are, I'm sure you'll be a natural. Just follow your heart. And listen to my body."

Nicole rose up on her knees and straddled my head. Bracing herself against the headboard, she slowly lowered her sex to my mouth. Her mound was completely shaven and her fleshy folds were beet red, puffy and dripping with her sweet nectar. As the musky scent of her arousal poured like a thick, humid fog into my nostrils, I wrapped my arms around her hips and blew softly on her folds. Nicole chirped with delight and her body jerked with the sudden sensation. I pulled her to me and once the tang of Nicole's true flavor registered in my mouth, I was completely unhinged. Digging my fingernails deep into her flesh, I rapaciously devoured the core of her divine sexuality. Nicole's body began to thrash about uncontrollably above me as the pleasure shot all through her; her deep, sensual moans and groans only fueled my raw passion and frenzy. I was like a wild beast. With a skill I didn't even know I had, I proceeded to feast upon Nicole's womanhood like a rogue vampire feeding and sucking greedily on the sacred flesh and living essence of a beautiful young woman. 

Every muscle in Nicole's body seized as they were all straining desperately against the building orgasmic pressure; her breathing was heavily labored by the intensity of it and Nicole was gasping frantically for air. With her tender moans quickly becoming shrieking wails and the sweat of her body dripping like a waterfall all over me, I could hear the headboard rattling against the wall and straining to the point of snapping as Nicole held on with all her strength. In an instant, the orgasmic eruption savaged her to the bone and my mouth was flooded with her boiling hot sexual nectar. Releasing my grip on her hips, Nicole's body crumpled as she collapsed on the mattress beside me, gasping for air and her body shaking violently in post-orgasm rapture. I gathered her up gently in my arms, just as she had done me earlier and held her close, pelting her with soft kisses while her intense orgasm passed.

"Oh God. . . Oh God . . . Oh Mandy. . . Oh my God!" Nicole gasped.

"Shush, honey. Don't try and talk. Just relax. Let it pass." I whispered as I snuggled her against me.

"Oh baby. . . Oh baby. . . Nobody has ever given me an orgasm like that . . . Ever! I told you you'd be a natural at it." Nicole wailed. "My God, my heart is beating so fast."




Rear Ended



"Happy Birthday." I replied.

Nicole's breathing eased and she rolled over on her side toward me. I could feel her eyes studying me closely and it made me tingle all over. 

"Happy Birthday." She said.

The next thing I knew, she rolled me over on my back, pinned me down with the weight of her body and ravaged my mouth with hers.

"You're the most incredible person I've ever known." Nicole told me.

"You're pretty amazing yourself, honey." I told her.

"God, I love it when you call me that." She said. "Gets me so hot."

"I know." I smirked and nuzzled her nose. "Why do you think I do it?" 

"But I'm afraid I need a rest." She exhaled and literally collapsed on top of me, her head resting just over my shoulder. "You've worn me out."

As her last statement filtered into my mind, the implication of it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm a 40 year old woman who has just had a night of incredibly hot and passionate sex with a woman 20 years younger than me; and I wore her out? Sliding my arms around Nicole's exhausted little body and holding her snuggly against me, I just couldn't stop the shit-eating grin that filled my face.

"Cool!" I heard myself mumble.

"What?" Nicole murmured in a half state of sleep.

"Nothing baby." I whispered. "Nothing at all. You go on to sleep."

"Mandy?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

The words caught me completely off guard. In an instant, my mind was a whirlwind of scattering, scrambling thoughts, my stomach tied itself in knots and I felt my heart skip several beats. Could she have actually meant that? Was it just in the heat of the moment or did she truly mean it? People often say things they don't really mean in the throes of passion. And let us not forget the simple fact of her age. She's only twenty. She doesn't even know what love truly is. But then again, who does?

"Go to sleep honey." I whispered.

"I love you, Amanda. I love you so much." 

As my eyes flooded with tears, I felt Nicole's heartbeat against my chest. It was thundering wildly. As was mine. I wondered if she could feel it. Holding Nicole protectively in my arms, my thoughts found their way to my ex-husband Daniel, and I suddenly realized that I could no longer stand in judgment against him for taking a twenty year old girl to his bed. God, if he only knew that his ex-wife now had a twenty year old girl in her bed too. What a scandal!

The faint and distant sound of running water finally stirred me out of sleep. As I opened my eyes, my bedroom was flooded with bright sunshine. It was a glorious Christmas morning. Rolling over, I made the unpleasant discovery of Nicole not being there and my heart began to spasm. Had she slipped out in the night? Was she gone for good? Would I ever see her again? Get a hold of yourself, Mandy! Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the sound of running water flooded my ears and my eyes shot to the bathroom door. And there she was! Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, beaming her gorgeous smile and wrapped up in one of my short, silk robes. My beautiful little Nicole. My beautiful Christmas angel.

"Good morning, my love." Nicole chimed.

Oh! There was that quiver in my belly again. What the hell is it with that? I thought we determined it was just carnal desire. But here it is again.

"Good morning." I replied. "What time is it?"

"Just after ten."

"Really? God, I haven't slept this late on Christmas morning in quite a few years."

"Well, when was the last time you had such wild and unbridled lesbian sex on Christmas Eve?"

"Good point."

"So, you ready to open your Christmas present?"

"Christmas present? What Christmas present? There aren't any presents under the tree yet."

"Who said it was under the tree?"

"What are you up to?"

"I'll give you a hint."

And with that, Nicole slowly untied the belt of her robe and let the robe fall open, stopping it just shy of revealing the gorgeous flesh and naked body beneath.

"There! I just took off the bow. Now, you want to come and un-wrap the rest?"

Nicole and I spent nearly three hours together taking a bath. Of course, only about five minutes of that was used for actual bathing. When we finally were able to leave each other alone long enough to get dressed, we went downstairs and reheated the leftovers from the previous night. Both of us were as famished as lionesses in the jungle dry season and between the two of us, we scarfed down almost every morsel of them and then shared a brand new gallon bucket of ice cream; and we ate it all. After we ate, we curled up together on the sofa and watched TNT'S all day marathon of "The Christmas Story." We both fell asleep halfway through our second viewing of it. 

My cell phone ringing woke me up around five that evening and it was Daniel, asking if he could bring the girls home early. He and Karen - that's her name; the twenty year old bimbo who he replaced me with. Sorry! Can't really call her that anymore. Anyway, the two of them were invited to a Christmas party hosted by one of his biggest clients at the last minute and children were absolute taboo at a party such as this. I told him the sooner the better and he proceeded to tell me they'd be dropping the girls off within the hour and then hung up.

As I informed Nicole of the girls coming home, her smile vanished and her face dropped into a sorrowful frown. Though she spoke not a word, I read her thoughts like words on a page. She actually believed that I would want her to leave now that my children were coming home. Letting her suffer for as long as I could stand it, I watched her get up from the sofa and go upstairs to retrieve her duffel bag and jacket from the guest room. I tiptoed up after her, cursing myself for being a cold and cruel bitch to be playing such a terrible joke. Nicole came out of the guest room with bag in hand, her head hung low and wiping tears from her eyes. Startled out of her wits to find me standing directly in front of her with my arms sternly crossed over my chest, a gasp of surprise leapt from her lips and she dropped her duffel bag. I quickly snatched it up off the floor and tossed it directly into my bedroom.

"Now you listen to me!" I stated matter-of-factly. "The only place that you're going tonight is back down those stairs to help me cook Christmas dinner for us and the girls. When the girls get here, the four of us are gonna eat Christmas dinner together. After that, we're gonna get the girls ready for bed and then watch ITS A WONDERFUL LIFE together. And then when the movie is over, you and I are gonna put the girls to bed, then we're gonna come back up here to our room, make love in our bed and then fall asleep in each other's arms. Questions?" 

With my heart pounding wildly and my stomach somersaulting, I watched anxiously as the beautiful smile slowly crept back on to Nicole's lips and tears of absolute joy welled in her eyes. 

"Just one." She said finally.

"I'm listening."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

Nicole's eyes bulged and the tears that had been welling in her eyes were now streaming down her quivering cheeks and she placed her hand over her heart.

"You love me?"

"Yes." I replied, now fighting back my own tears. "There has been this bizarre quiver deep in my belly ever since you crashed into my life. At first I thought it was just nerves. Then I thought it was sexual desire. But now I know that it's love. I love you, Nikki." I took a breath and cleared my throat; not that it did any good. "I told you last night that I might just fall in love with you, and I have. I also said that I might just have to keep you here for the rest of your life, and I'm going to." I took a breath. "Any problems with either of these things?"

"None." She choked.

"Good. Now come on." I stated as I held out my hand to her. "The little monkeys are gonna be here in an hour and they're gonna be hungry in two. So we better get busy." 

Nicole's hand was trembling as she took hold of mine. I kissed her hand softly and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"What are we gonna tell the girls about me? About us?" She asked.

"The truth. That you're Mommy's very special friend and that you're going to be living with us now. We'll worry about the details of that once they get a little older." I answered.

"And what about my eye?" She asked.

"I don't know. Maybe that you got kicked by one of Santa's reindeer?" I replied. 

We both burst into laughter and then Nicole gently cupped my face in her hands and stared tenderly into my eyes. 

"I love you so much."

"Merry Christmas, honey."

We kissed softly and then I led her downstairs and we cooked our first Christmas dinner together. When the girls got home, everything went just as I said it would. In fact, it was better than I even imagined. The girls fell in love with Nicole almost instantly and her with them. The girls accepted Nicole without question and my heart soared to the gates of heaven. And as I drifted off to sleep that wondrous Christmas night with Nicole in my arms, I felt totally complete - heart, mind, body and soul for the first time in my life.

I promised her that I would never let her leave, and I never have! And it has been 30 years since that magical Christmas. And here it is, just after midnight on Christmas morning again. As I sit, pen in hand, scribbling out the closing sentences of this story, the soft and slumberous breaths of my beautiful little Nicole, or Nikki, as I now call her, are drifting like beautiful music into my ears from across the room. Glancing over my shoulder, I see her beautiful form curled up snuggly under the covers of our bed as she sleeps in heavenly peace. The same bed that we first made love in on that long ago Christmas. The bed that we still make love in today. 

Doctor Nicole Foster celebrated her 50th birthday yesterday, whiles her loving spouse and devoted companion of 30 wonderful years, me, celebrated her 70th. Even now at 50 years old, Nikki is still the sexiest, most desirable and beautiful woman on God's good earth to me; and according to her, so am I, even at 70 years old. We still have a very active and passionate sex life; in fact, we just consummated our 30th anniversary together by doing just that. Our life together has of course had its ups and downs, and has by no means been easy, but I would not trade a second of it for anything in heaven or on Earth. I've been retired for nearly ten years now while Nikki has spent the last five years building her private practice as a pediatrician. She is a wonderful doctor and her patients and their parents absolutely adore her. I work three days a week as a part time receptionist in Nikki's office . Not that we need the money or anything; between my pension, a few long term investments and Nikki's thriving practice, we have more money than we can possibly ever spend. I just like to be near her during the day and it gives me something to do in my retirement years; it also has added nearly 40 adopted grandchildren to my life. And on the subject of grandchildren:

Our oldest daughter Stacy is now a beautiful woman of 36 and a divorced, single mother of two daughters and a son, while our baby girl Lucy is about to turn 34, married to her high school sweetheart and the mother of twin sons. And I say "our" daughters, because Nikki is every bit as much the girl's mother as I am. They accepted her as such the day they met her all those years ago and have loved her as such ever since. They both still loved their father, but whenever they spoke of their "parents", they meant Nikki and me. Then there are our sons: Zackary and Richard. About two years into our relationship, Nikki and I decided that we wanted more children, so after careful research and consideration, we asked a mutual friend; a man we respected, loved and adored to do this for us, and he happily agreed. Nikki was artificially inseminated, and nine months later, gave birth to a beautiful baby boy when she was 23. Three years later, we went through the process again with our same dear friend and Nikki gave birth to another beautiful baby boy when she was 26. 

Zack is now 27 years old, engaged to a beautiful girl and working as an architect here in Dallas. Richard, or Ricky, is 24 years old, single and in his second year of medical school at John Hopkins; proudly following in his mother's footsteps. On a sadder note, my ex-husband Daniel passed away last year at the age of 79 after a six year bout with cancer. He is survived by his fifth wife. Just to refresh your memory, I was his second. And then there is Nikki's brother, Luke. Well, he ultimately got himself straightened out and sobered up a couple of years after Nikki and I got together. Luke and Nikki mended their damaged relations and have become very close. And in another bizarre twist of fate, Luke ultimately hooked up with, and married Karen, Daniel's third ex-wife (the 20 year old bimbo). They ended up having four children and are still married today. They live over in Fort Worth, Nikki and I see them often, and Karen has become one of my dearest friends. In truth, she's like the sister I always wanted. God truly does have a remarkable sense of humor. 

Now, you might be asking, how did Nicole Leann Foster go from being a homeless stripper at 20 to a medical doctor at 50; and still find time to have done all the things I've just described so successfully? Well, the answer is simple - my Nikki is an amazing woman, and that's all you really need to know. She's made me the happiest woman alive and I have never once looked back on the last 30 years and asked the question - "What if?" True, it never even occurred to me in my wildest dreams that my Mister Right would turn out to be my Mrs. Right. I also would never have believed that she would be twenty years my junior. And I certainly never would've imagined that we would still be so very much in love, in every sense of the word after thirty years, but we are. I love Nikki more today than I did the first night we were together. I fall more deeply in love with her with each passing day; and she with me. She is more beautiful to me now than she's ever been, and she proclaims everyday that I am to her. And because she says it, I believe it. If you cannot trust the love of your life, who can you trust?

So, I guess the moral of my story is this: The next time you find yourself involved in a minor automobile accident - before you even get out of your car - do whatever it takes to be kind, stay calm and keep an open mind. Because you just never know who the other person involved might be. It just might be your Mister or Mrs. Right.

Love Always,

Amanda Lasden-Foster