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Worth It

By: CND



At 5 AM in the morning the pain finally ate at my conscious, nagging just below my ribs and whipping dizziness inside my head. It was time to go, no question about it, and so I found my way to the ER. Kind faces met me, kind smiles asked me questions and I was asked to provide a urine sample, which was no problem. Then all service vanished, and I was left sitting in the waiting room with an aching stomach for an hour. Finally a kind nurse came to the rescue and lead me into a room where she asked me to lay down. The kind blonde looked at me over her shoulder before she left, her warm smile remaining on my iris when she had parted. 

Moments later a doctor arrived, started the line of questions and while I was answering his fingers started to poke my stomach in various ways, asking if it hurt or if it hurt more when he pushed harder or withdrew his fingers quickly. The pain was enhanced several times from his actions, but I answered every question with Yes or No if possible. Once I thought he was done with his examination he slid a rubber-glove on his right hand and added some lubricant. 

"Please spread." was all he said, and I did. 

He let a finger slid in and poked. He asked me. 

"Does this hurt?" 

My response was as precise as before, yet more verbose. 

"What do you think? I'm not used to having a finger up my ass." 

The doctor removed his finger and himself from the room, and that was the last I saw of him. It might have been my response that lead to the nurse showing up just moments later with that tender smile on her face. She remained silent as she came in and closed the door, yet I could see that her smile came from some kind of amusement which remained untold. 

"Let's give you something for the pain." 

She worked in silence, trying to find a vein that she could inject the analgesic into, trying twice in my right arm, she turned to me and said that she would need to change arm and I asked her who she would change it with. She laughed showing her bright white teeth before commenting that I was probably the funniest patient she'd met. 

She tried once more, this time in my left arm, but without any success, so she found a vein on the back of my right hand and injected the pain-reliever. For the first time since I had arrived to the hospital, I actually began to feel good again. The pain was subsiding, and the smile of the kind blonde nurse was also helping. Her bright white teeth and pale pink lips kept smiling the entire time she was present in the room, which was comforting in itself. Her soft mellow voice was like a warm blanket surrounding me as I began to doze off. Not really from the pain-reliever but more truthfully from the simple fact that I hadn't been getting much sleep during the night. 

The room was bigger when I woke up, and I was feeling refreshed yet very drugged and sleepy. I laid there trying to remain awake when the nurse appeared again. She looked at me with her big blue eyes, correcting her blonde hair with a graceful movement of her hand, before she sat down next to the bed. 

"How are you feeling?" she asked with her soft voice. 

"It's better, don't feel any pain in my stomach, but I'm a bit dizzy." I replied. 

"It's from the drugs you've been given. It's not unusual that they make people dizzy." 

Her calm tone of voice made it easy to accept that little side-effect of the pain-reliever, and I smiled back without coming up with something intelligent to say. Instead I simply watched her as she took out a few small tools on a tray. She looked into my eyes and said as if it was the most natural thing. 

"I'm here to shave you, so let's lift that shirt." 

Before I had any time to react to her words, she already lifted the long shirt that I was wearing, and revealed my naked body underneath, leaving the shirt to cover only my chest and arms. She began to work up some foam in her hands, and then gently began to apply it on the area where the operation would take place. 

"Oh my, aren't we a big one." 

Her words surprised me and made me look down to see her hands, but it wasn't her hands that caught my eye. My cock was standing straight up like an ivory tower, while her hands were spreading out the foam in circles. I felt embarrassed about the situation, and felt how my cheeks became warm from a nice blush. 

"Don't blush, it's okay. It's actually quite warming to see." 

Her words didn't make the situation any better, but in a moment of boldness I explained that she probably was used to it all, considering her natural beauty. She smiled even wider, but remained silent as if she was concentrating on something else. Then a long period of time passed without a word being spoken, before her warm voice actually surprised me. 

"If you let me shave it all off, I'll make it worth it." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was she actually talking about shaving off my pubic-hair? My silence must have been to long because without waiting any further, she continued. 

"It'll look better on you, cause who needs an unsymmetrical shaved area?" 

Her comment made sense, at least to some extent, but did she really mean it? I tried to come up with something that would allow us both to slip out of the situation with our honors intact, but she was way ahead of me as I felt her foamy right hand gently grabbing my erect member. With her soothing voice she started to explain that a handsome man like me would look good shaved, and that she would make it all worth while if I let her go through with the request. Her slowly stroking hand was enhancing what she was saying, and in my leaned back position I finally let out a single word. 

"Okay." 

Her hands worked with careful movements as all of the hair was removed from my abdomen and sex. The shaving knife removed all of the rough hair that had been there, leaving only a smooth naked area with just a smooth, hairless genitalia. When she was done with her scheduled duties, she picked out a bottle of oil and rubbed it into the newly shaved skin, to prevent irritation and also to make me smell good for later. Her eyes became darker as she commented on that, without explaining anything about her thoughts. I was beginning to feel incredibly sleepy and dozed off while feeling her hand rubbing my balls with oil. 

The next thing I was aware of was a nurse asking for my name to make certain she had the right patient. That followed by another nurse asking me the same question, followed by another nurse and an anesthetist again asking me the same question. After repeating my name eight times to different persons, I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to be operated, and also wondering how come no one had clearly said to me that I was to have an appendix operation. Did the doctors know? Then someone tells me that they would move me to the operations table, and my mule instincts telling me that I could move myself which I did, and the last thing hearing the anesthetist saying that it's time to sleep. 

The awakening is not much of a memory. Some nurse saying that I have to get up and visit the toilet, and I get up with her clinging to my left arm. I try to explain to her that I have balance, and she replies that she certainly hopes so, because she has no way of lifting me up if I fall. 

The next thing was another nurse asking if I have been to the toilet, and I replied yes. The room was different, or rather the same as before the operation. Just to make certain she lifted up the blanket and smiled as she explained to me that she would use ultrasound to see how things really were. She took her time, and found that I had 0.8 deciliters (about 1.7 pints) left, so I let out without thought. 

"So make me go again." 

She smiled and told me that there were other ways to take care of that, and I felt her warm hand around my soft penis, but nothing else. Moments later she was draining my bladder while I dozed of again. 

When I opened my eyes again, the room laid empty in pale moonlight. No one else was in the room, all the other beds laid empty in the four bed room, and I tried to move but was instantly reminded of the recent surgical operation. I reached out to find the button so that I could have something for my aching side, but couldn't find it. Trying to see where it was in the moonlight, my eyes adjusting to the pale blue light, I noticed that it was hanging about three feet over me, tied to a bar. It would have appeared that someone had forgotten to untie it so that I could reach it when I needed to. 

Laying there wondering how I would be able to reach the call-button without getting up or hurting myself was something I could have spent time doing if it wasn't for the string of light that lit up the room for a few moments. I noticed a silhouette swiftly moving through the light before it faded away. I knew that I wasn't alone anymore, and I was pleased to see the blonde nurse walking towards the bed. She appeared different in the pale light, but her smile was still as soothing and warm even though the bluish light made the room cold. Perhaps the contrast made her even more appealing? 

"How are you?" she asked with a low voice, as if she didn't want to wake up other patients. 

"I've been better." I answered with a whisper, pointing to the call-button and the tied wire. 

"Oh, you poor thing." 

She took a few quick steps to the side of the bed and untied the knot. I could feel the warmth from her body with her so close, and when she lowered the button slowly to appropriate level, our eyes met. Her white uniform parted revealing more of her soft golden skin and a white lace bra. My heart stopped beating while wild thoughts escaped into my consciousness and into my speech center, and before I new it I gazed within her uniform and uttered silently. 

"Oh my God." 

Still with her eyes in mine she could see where I was looking, and when I returned my eyes to hers again, she smiled and leaned forward until I could feel her breath against my face. 

"I told you I would make it worth it, and I keep my promises. Can't you feel your heart racing inside your chest already?" 

She placed her left hand on my naked chest, and it was obvious to both of us that my heart was doing the jitterbug. Her hand was still while she kept reading my eyes, and I couldn't help looking away. This only caused her to move her hand to my face, turning it so that she could look into my eyes again and smile. She kept looking into my eyes as her left hand slowly caressed my cheek, chin and down my neck. Suddenly with the grace of a cat, she moved up into the bed, to sit over my chest yet without touching me. She lifted up her short skirt slowly while licking her lips until she revealed her naked venus. The sight of her erotic innocence and her fingers sliding down through the soft hair to part her wet lips was incredible. It was a show like no one I had seen before, and it just kept on getting better as her long mid-finger into the crack and dipped in the clear sauce that was served in the pink bowl of her womanhood. She moved her finger to my dry lips, offering me a taste and I opened my mouth greedy for all her juices. 

"Such a wonderful taste of life." she whispered to me while she let her finger be withdrawn from my lips. 

With that she turned on the bedside light, which only glowed slightly in an mixture of colors from red to yellow, almost pulsating as if the light was about to go. This only caused her white uniform to change color from the pale blue to warm red, enhancing the intensity of the moment. She returned her fingers to her wet slit and showed of the temptation between her legs. 

"Don't you want to taste more?" 

I did, no doubt about it. I wanted to put my face into her wet pussy, and do battle with her clit, poke her tight hole with my tongue and make my face wet from her juices, so I raised my head for a brief moment only to feel shoots of pain through my abdomen, and I turned my head to back heavily into the pillow and bit my lip to avoid screaming. 

"You poor thing, so close but yet so far." 

I could hear her fingers working in her soaking wet cunt without shame, and as I opened up my eyes again I watched her pink pussy and the circling of her index finger on the small sensitive clit above the entrance to her lusty heaven. She was leaning her head back so I couldn't see the expressions in her face, but her moaning made it clear that she was really enjoying the moment, and once again I tried to raise my head up, only slower. It felt the same, I really couldn't move my face any closer, but I could move my hands to her firm ass, keeping my elbows to the bed, and I held her above me. Her body was starting to shake, and she moved herself into my face. 

"Oh oh oh oh" she panted without being the least articulate, and her entire body moved in waves rubbing her pussy against my face. My tongue reached out to stimulate her smooth walls, and feeling my tongue in her pussy she changed her chanting to "yes yes yes yessssss..." 

She sat down hard on my face, pushing her hips forward in absolute silence and in motionless she just sat there. I wiggled my tongue and I noticed her fingers trying to catch my tongue before she screamed out. 

"Noooooooooo...ooooooooohhhhhh YES!!!!" 

She was shaking and panting like a fish out of water, and each of her shockwaves shook the entire bed causing me to grunt straight out with her pussy as gag. My hands pushed her higher and I inhale deeply while I felt her juices dropping down on my face and chest. Her slender body feeling heavier and heavier in my hands, and I watched her pussy contract and release as if it was milking a large cock dry. She stepped out of bed, sat down in the chair that stood closest to the bed and held her head in her hands as if she was embarrassed, and in the silence that had spread in the room once more she spoke. 

"Unbelievable. I couldn't help myself." 

She raised her head and revealed her face in the soft light, her mascara running from the tears in her eyes. I smiled from my horizontal position, reaching out to her with my left hand. She took my hand in hers, leaning her forehead to the back of my hand as if she was praying or resting, and I watched her while she gathered herself. 

"I agree" I whispered with a dry voice "you are unbelievable." 

She looked at me with a wide smile, and replied. 

"Only because you make me." 

She placed my hand next to my left leg, and stood up. It seemed as if she was contemplating how she would proceed, and she stood up in bed, with her feet on each side of my legs. She started to slowly dance for me, moving her slender body to an unheard beat. Her hands was in her hair, holding it up while she lowered herself a bit, and then raised herself in a similar fashion. The uniform slid off one of her shoulders, revealing the on of the shoulder straps of the white lace bra she was wearing, and moments later the uniform slid off her other shoulder, landing on my feet. Her hands caressed her body all over, tracing her breasts and down her hips. Her stomach moved in waves from side to side as she lowered herself once more in the same moment she regained eye contact. She was sucking on her index finger, letting her red moist lips surround it tenderly, then withdrawing it slowly. Her fingernails had the exact same color as her lips, a bright red that I suddenly realized she had put on sometime when I was recovering from the surgery. She stood up again, only wearing her bra which held her small breasts with ease and a pair of white heels with ankle straps. 

"I promised you that I would make it worth while, and I'm going to do that. I always keep my promises." 

She lowered herself until she sat down on my legs, and her hands gently landed on my thighs. I watched down with some difficulty and saw her face in shadows coming closer to my erect cock. It was standing there in all it's pride, and she licked her lips as if she was about to eat a large juicy strawberry. Her hands slid up my thighs to the power center between them and she gripped me softly with both hands. Her bright red nails looked so nasty around me stiffness, and she began to lightly move her fingers to touch it all. 

"You're cock seems to tasty, so mouthwatering, I just need to have a lick." 

She leaned forward and gave my head a quick lick before she leaned further forward, and let her breasts slide closer to it instead. She carefully guided my cock inside her bra and began to rock back and forth while looking deeply in my eyes. Her voice was delicately soothing yet at the same time extremely erotic and dangerously vulgar. 

"You're so strong, and your smooth skin feels so good between my tits." 

She kept rocking back and forth, stimulating my cock in a way that I had never experienced before. Her pink tongue sliding over her bright white teeth, and I could feel her pressing herself against my legs, spreading her heat through my skin. Her hand reaching down beneath her chest and founding the tight skin of my sack, and her fingernails scraps gently on the hairless skin. 

"That's a full load you have there. Your balls must be aching for a release. Don't worry baby, I'm gonna give it to you. Just relax and let me lead you. No rush, let it take the time it needs." 

Her eyes flashing in the darkness with excitement as her slow rocking kept stimulating my hard cock between her smooth breasts. She leaned forward and licked my stomach and bellybutton, moving up until she reached my right nipple, at the same time releasing the bra's grip around my shaft. Her mouth covered my nipple and I felt her warmth spreading into my chest as she began to hum. I could feel her tongue working inside her mouth, poking my nipple which only made me more excited. She hair fell in my face, tickling me as she began to move down. Her tongue making a wet trail over my stomach and her hair softly caressing my relaxed body, until I felt her hands guiding me back inside her bra. 

"It feels so good to have you between my tits." 

She resumed her rocking motion and it felt so good. She produced a bottle of lotion from somewhere and coated her hands with it. She used so much that her palms were covered in a thin layer of white as she let out my cock again only to trap it in the lotion paradise of her hands. She stroked slowly, almost without touching, from the base to the top and down again, while she continued her low whispering. 

"Do you feel how good it feels? It's only gonna get better. Your balls are so large and heavy, with so much of your white juices. Let go in my hands and show me all you have. Let it pump out, I'll be here to catch it all in my delicious mouth. Oh please let me have all of your cum on my tongue and tickle my lips with your spasming cock." 

Her hands began to stroke firmer yet still with the slow pace that she had begun with, but I could see how her eyes became hungrier by the second, and she licked her lips repeatedly while her hands stroked me with determination. 

"Do I dare to stroke your cock faster?" she asked looking at me. 

I was unable to answer through my panting breath, so I nodded eagerly. 

"Yes I do, because I only make you feel so so good. Your cock and balls really need my talented hands, so bad. Come on, don't hold back, just let it cum and I'll drink all your cum. I can feel your cock getting harder, you must be so close by now, after eating my nasty pussy, you really need it, and I'm giving it to you." 

She was drying me crazy with her seductive voice, and her oily hands that were stroking my cock with a generous pace. I had difficulties keeping my eyes open, so I closed them which she noticed immediately. 

"Good boy, let yourself go in my hands, just relax and let me take you there. Surrender your cum to me and shoot it all into my mouth, and I'll drink all of your cum. Give it all, give me. Your cock looks so delicious right now. Your head is so large and dark, you must really be close now. Would you like me to stop now?" 


Worth It



Connor Franks arrived at tiny Municipal Airport in Owens Mill a day ahead of Thanksgiving. His trip from Syracuse University in New York had led him on a series of connecting flights and long bus rides. Fortunately he had found a little charter airline that would fly him over the mess of a snowstorm that had crippled the great plains and cancelled his scheduled landing in Wichita.

His parents had braved the weather to greet him. Margaret and Wilson 'Frank' Franks were not exactly the prototypical Kansas farmers. They looked nothing like their American Gothic counterparts and had in fact sold much of the farm to developers a few years ago to put Connor and his sister through school. Not that they could compete with the corporate farms much longer anyway.

"My little boy!" his mom shrieked as he scanned the tarmac. Connor couldn't see her, but she had seen him. She practically tackled him, it was a miracle he hadn't lost his footing on the slick pavement. "My baby." She covered his cold cheeks with kisses.

"Mother!" Connor pushed her away. The airport may have been small, but with the holiday it was brimming with activity.

"Welcome home buddy," his dad said. Connor embraced both parents in a hug. "We've really missed you."

"So I noticed." He hadn't made it home the past summer, opting for a study program in exotic Buffalo. He hadn't seen his family since Easter, that was the longest he'd ever been away. Something was still missing.

"Where's Beck?"

"Oh, new boyfriend," his mom said. "She's been spending all of her time with him."

"They're getting a little too serious if you ask me," his dad piped in. "She really should have been here."

"Oh don't worry about it," Connor gave a dismissive gesture, "you're only eighteen once."

On the ride home his folks gave Connor all of the latest family news, while he relayed all of what he had learned from the exciting world of structural engineering. It was a good thing he was driving, because after a few sentences he had put them both to sleep. 

Home was a sight for sore eyes. Shortly after his parents sold all of their farmland Connor had earned a scholarship to Syracuse of all places. It was some kind of charity deal where neurotic New Yawkers donate their money to send some poor hick to a decent school. His tiny county high school was a long way from central New York but was somehow chosen and since he had the best grades he wound up the lucky winner. Anyway, it saved his parents enough money to pay off some old debts and refurbish the homestead. They had put much needed insulation in the old barn and remodeled the kitchen and bathrooms. Nothing fancy, they were still anything but rich. 

Connor took advantage of one of those remodeled bathrooms. It was nice to use a shower stall that he could move around in without fear of grazing a wall that festered with God-knows-what. He toweled off in his room and dressed in a pair of jeans and an undershirt. His skin was still moist and tingling with that freshly scrubbed feeling when he heard a rumble outside.

A motor revved. Peeking from his upstairs window he saw an old Harley pull into the drive. What kind of schmuck drives a motorcycle in the snow? The kind of schmuck who lets a girl ride behind him sans helmet. Not just any girl, but Connor's baby sister Rebecca. 

The guy pulled off his own helmet, revealing greasy black hair that stopped just above his shoulders. The couple hopped off the bike, then the guy pulled Rebecca to him. The couple tongue-kissed. The guy's hands fell to Rebecca's butt. This is too gross, Connor thought. Half of him wanted to throw up, the other half wanted to go outside and beat the hell out of the creep who was putting the moves on his little sis. He settled for closing his curtains. After a couple of minutes the Harley rumbled again growing fainter as it drove away.

Connor lay on his bed to recover from his trip. He must have dozed off. He awoke covered in an afghan and someone had turned the lamp off, his mother had been at work here. The clock radio's red digital face read 10:30. He had been awakened by something. He heard it again: a soft knock on his door.

"Connor?" a hushed voice asked through the barrier. He told Rebecca to come in. "God, I'm sorry. I totally forgot that you were coming home." She brushed a strand of ginger hair out of her eyes. 

He was sure that dad had shamed her into the apology. "That's alright. Are we still on for tomorrow morning?"

"Same as always." She said no more just closed his door as quietly as possible.

The next morning Connor had fired up the console television, his folks had just bought a satellite. The reception was finally clear enough to use that video cassette recorder they bought a few years back, now if they could only find a place that still sold betas. 

He sat on the couch stretching a long leg all the way to the other end. 

"Move it or lose it," Rebecca said. She had a plate full of rolls and stuffing and a little of just about everything else that their mother had prepared for dinner. He pulled his leg off her side, resting it on the coffee table. "Did I miss anything?"

"No, it hasn't even started." Then as if on cue the ribbon was cut on screen and the annual Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade had begun. Sure it was for kids and sure it could get mind-numbingly boring after three straight hours, but hey, it was tradition. The siblings had sat on the same couch and watched the same parade every Thanksgiving all of their lives.

Rebecca took a hot roll and put it to her mouth. It must have been too warm as she immediately pursed her pink lips and blew. She took a bite, a few white flakes drifted to her thick blaze orange sweater. She brushed at her chest clearing the crumbs.

"Would you like a bib?" Connor asked. She stuck out her tongue in reply. 

"I'm surprised you've never went in person, you go to school right in New York," Rebecca said as Kermit the Frog's balloon was dragged across 34th Street.

"New York City and New York State are just a little different. A farm boy from Kansas, who lacked the ability to duck in a phone booth and change into Superman, wouldn't last two minutes in that city."

"Still, it would probably be less stressful than coming back here every year."

"Yeah, but then I couldn't sit here with you." She smiled despite having a mouthful of mashed potatoes and batted her eyes teasingly. "You'd better slow down on the food or they'll be floating you through the streets of Manhattan." Her face soured and she flung a roll at him.

"Who would you suggest I take anyway?" Connor asked after they had both stopped laughing. "I'm not about to go to a parade by myself." 

"Well, you could always go with one of your little girlfriends," she answered.

"I see, would that be the ones who won't give me the time of day or the ones I make up just to keep mom from meddling in my love life."

"I was thinking more along the lines of Courtney."

Courtney had been his sweetheart in high school. They had actually kept a relationship up through the first year of college, but then she wanted something more tangible.

"Only one problem sis, Courtney's married and it's not to me."

"Was married," Rebecca said. "She just got divorced. You must have some really convincing fake girlfriends for mom not to have relayed that piece of information."

The doorbell rang, it was their grandmother. She was their father's mother, but you'd never know it by the way she adored her daughter. True to character Grandma Jo went straight to the kitchen to offer what assistance she could. 

The parade was almost over and the big appearance of Santa Claus was advertised as next. "I find it hard to believe," Rebecca said after a while.

"Well good, because quite frankly you're a little old for Santa."

"You dummy." She hit him with a throw pillow. "I mean about what you said." He had no idea what he had said, as far as he knew he hadn't said anything in more than an hour. "About the girls not giving you the time of day." 

"Oh, they'll talk to me, but that's about it. They just love my 'Kansas accent.' Which is weird because if there is one race of people that speak bland accent-less English it's the Kansans. You should see it when I tell them I grew up halfway between Wichita and Dodge. They think we have card games in saloons and gunfights in the streets."

Rebecca had to cover her mouth she was giggling so badly. "Oh come on no one is that stupid."

So maybe he exaggerated a little, but he'd heard some pretty dumb stuff. "What about that boyfriend of yours?"

She averted her eyes. "What about him?"

"He's got to be pretty stupid." 

She looked at him like he'd just told her the world was made of Jell-o. "Letting his girlfriend ride on his motorcycle without a helmet. All he needs to do is lose control once and that pretty little head of yours cracks open like--- you, remember that time you dropped Grandma's tray of deviled eggs?"

"Your such a dork," she said wielding that pillow again.

"I am not a dork," he said catching the pillow and tearing it from her grip.

She cocked an eyebrow. "You're a twenty-two year old engineering student with nothing better to do than spy on your little sister."

"Alright so I'm a dork," he conceded handing her back the pillow. "Whack away."

She smacked his face once again.

"Rebecca Julia Franks, leave your poor brother alone." Mom to the rescue. She had peeked in just long enough to catch the girl in the act.

"Well at least we know where you get it from," she said tossing the pillow to the floor.

"It's not spying when the person you're spying on is making out in the middle of the driveway. Next time he tries to make hot tongue love to you, I might just come out and kick his ass."

"I wouldn't advise it." She tried to look serious. "Russ is a black belt in jujitsu he could really mess you up."

"Hey I'm no pushover. I haven't lost a fight yet."

"You've never been in a fight in your life," Rebecca said.

She was right. He had played offensive lineman throughout high school, tall and big-boned. He never went out looking for trouble and at that size trouble just usually come looking for you. He'd lost a lot of weight since then, but still he figured he could take care of himself.

"Yeah, but I can get pretty nasty. Remember that time my football accidentally landed in Neal's flower garden and he stole it?" She nodded. "I taught him a lesson."

"Neal was like seventy. Besides, all you did was soap his windows."

"Yeah. And he had to buy new windows--- eventually."

"You're such a retard Connor. And I'm the one who got held back?"

Their older sister and her husband arrived next. Jan had gotten married a couple of years ago to Todd. Jan was actually closer in age, only two years older than Connor, but they were never very close, not like with Rebecca. Todd was a decent fellow, he used to help out around the farm. Connor didn't really know him but Rebecca seemed to like him and that was endorsement enough.

Their Dad had claimed his easy chair and their Grandma was in the recliner. Jan was pregnant, very much so, and squeezed into the loveseat.

Santa and his entourage of plaster reindeer were gliding across the screen. "You guys still watch this stuff?" Todd said plopping on the couch. Rebecca scooted close to Connor, because family rules state: when on a crowded sofa you crush the person more closely related.

The gathering was going to be rather intimate this year. Connor's maternal grandparents were visiting his Uncle Sandy in Denver. The oven timer went off, the nutmeg and cinnamon scent of pumpkin pies wafted into the living room. Dinner time at last.

Connor took a seat at the head of the table. Actually his father was at the head, carving the turkey, so maybe Connor was at the ass of the table. Either way it was better than being trapped at the ubiquitous kids' table. This was the first year he and Rebecca had avoided the folding card table that a few times a year donned a paper tablecloth and masqueraded as a dining table. He had lost more than one glass of soda to that rickety nightmare. Then there was the Christmas that Uncle Sandy decided to humor the kids by sitting with them while he drank a coffee. Connor was fairly certain he hadn't asked Santa for a second degree burn that year. 

A half an hour and about ten-thousand calories later it was all over except the dishes. 

Rebecca and Jan were washing and drying respectively. Connor came into the kitchen at the behest of their mom in a vain attempt to pack the refrigerator with leftovers.

"When is mom going to figure out she's feeding a family and not an army platoon?" Connor said to no one in particular.

"Hopefully before I stop trying to stuff my fat ass into these jeans." The two younger siblings tried to reassure their big sister that she was not that fat. "Oh God don't even try to cheer me up. Not that I ever had a perfect butt like Rebecca or anything." She spun the damp towel and snapped her little sister.

Connor chanced a glance at Rebecca's posterior. He had to admit it looked better than a butt in dark slacks had a right to. Especially when the slacks and butt belonged to his little sister. He looked up from the view, Jan had seen him.

"See, even Connor likes staring at your ass," his big sister said in that patronizing voice that big sister's have perfected through the years.

"Jan!" Rebecca shouted indignantly.

"I was not staring at it, I was just looking."

"Connor!" Rebecca shouted at him now.

Jan laughed so hard that Connor almost expected her water to break. "Wait till I tell Todd," she was in hysterics.

Connor took his big sister's place drying. "Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything." She didn't answer for a minute, she just kept dipping and scrubbing. "Rebecca?" He leaned in close, thinking he'd really weirded her out or something. She took a handful of soap bubbles and smeared them on his face. "Oh that's real mature."

She stretched on her toes to give him a kiss on the lips. He was expecting a quick peck, but her lips seemed to linger just a second too long. What was that? he wondered. It was a little more than a peck, a lot less than what she'd given her boyfriend. He grabbed a plate and started drying again.

She hadn't looked away like he had. The chocolate brown of her eyes fixed on him, burning. He thought leaving might be a good idea, getting the hell away from her. That might hurt her though, maybe he should give her a little kiss in return. He tentatively turned to face her again as he looked into those chocolate eyes he felt a sudden urge to bend that little butt over the counter and... He wondered where that had come from. He settled for a fourth, more big brotherly option. He stuck his hand in the sink and splashed soap and warm water in her direction.

She wrestled the towel from his grip, not that he would fight her very hard, and whipped it at him wildly.

"My eye," he said covering his face, baiting his trap.

"God, I'm sorry," Rebecca grabbed his wrists and tried to check on the injury she thought she had inflicted.

"You fool," he picked her up emitting a fake maniacal laugh. He found an empty space on the counter and sat her squirming, giggling body down. He tickled her in the usual spots like on her stomach and under her arms, but the thick sweater made a good shield. He reached under the damp, wool-blend and felt soft, bare skin. He tickled her midsection unmercifully starting at the ribs then working his hands inwards to meet at her navel. 

She begged him to have mercy. "Never," he answered, slowing the tickles so that they were more like caresses.

"Never?" she asked able to breath again.

"Under one condition. Tell me you're sorry and that you love me."

"That's two conditions." she pointed out. He increased his tickling. "I'm sorry, and I do love you. Forgive me?" He nodded. "Good, now get your hands out of my shirt."

The phone rang.

He removed his hands, brushing that fascinating skin of hers on the way out. She hopped off the counter and grabbed the kitchen phone. "Hey Russ," she squeaked into it. 

Every inch of her face and hands were flushed. Connor felt an odd sense of satisfaction over the fact that he had been responsible. "Of course I can come over, I'll just see if Connor will lend---" Connor shook his head no, "I guess you'll have to come and get me... Okay... see you."

"He'd better have a helmet for you," Connor said finishing the dishes.

"He just lives down the road. Don't be such a Hitler."

"Fine, let that little weasel crash and crack your skull open. I'll alert the Goodyear Blimp people so they can collect the hot air as it escapes from your head."

"I'm going to go change." She had completely ignored him.

She had barely emerged from her bedroom in a dry sweater when he heard the motorbike rumble outside. She stopped in the kitchen. "I hope I'll see you again before you leave tomorrow. What time is your flight?"

"Early."

"Oh." Her bottom lip extended in a pout. "I'll be out kind of late, so I guess I'll see you Christmas break."

"Wait a sec. Out late? It's Thanksgiving, what on Earth would you be doing out late tonight?"

"Use your imagination Adolph," she said with a wink. He just had, he couldn't look at her. "Relax, we're driving to see the Plaza Lights. We're taking his step-dad's car so don't go all nuts."

"Can I at least have a hug goodbye?" Connor asked opening his arms wide.

She rolled her eyes just as a horn sounded in the drive. She bounced over, wrapping her arms around him. Just as she was about to release and step away he grabbed her again and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"See you in a month. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said watching her rush out the door. Her butt moved hypnotically beneath the tight fabric of her trousers. Damn that Jan, he thought. 

***

"I don't know why you have to wait until the last minute to do your Christmas shopping," Connor said as he and Rebecca navigated through the packed mall. "You're a girl, girls are genetically engineered to shop. By all rights you should have had all your gifts bought by September."

"Oh quit whining, you didn't have to come you know." Rebecca rolled her brown eyes. "So it's a little crowded."

"No Beck, the Wal-Mart Supercenter back in Owens Mill is a little crowded, this place is sardine central."

"Yeah, well there are some people too special for Wal-Mart gifts." Rebecca was small enough to traverse the crowd more easily than Connor. She was creating distance between them, he followed the bounce of her ginger hair to the window of a boutique.

It was a lingerie store. He was sure his face was barnyard red as he followed his little sister in. She went straight to a rack that had a lacy red babydoll and matching silk panties.

"Umm, I'm not sure who on your list would fit into that, but I'd like to meet her," Connor said.

"This is the wrapping not the present," she winked at Connor as she held it up in front of her. She placed it back on the rack.

His blush didn't leave until he was a safe distance from the lingerie store and his sister. He found his way to the Radio Hut and had made his way to the laptop computers. He was fiddling with one, thinking for the millionth time of how handy one of these would come in at school. The university had provided a PC in his dorm room, but it wasn't like he could stuff that into his backpack and haul it to class. 

"So why don't you buy one already?" Rebecca's voice startled him. "You've only been asking mom and dad for one of those things forever. I doubt you'll find another that cheap."

He didn't have five-hundred, let alone the more than eight-hundred dollars it would take before rebates. "Maybe mom and dad finally got the hint this year," he said. 




Worth It



"Don't hold your breath," she said handing him her bags.

"I can't believe you peeked, again."

"What can I say, I don't like surprises."

No matter how well their father concealed the presents she always managed to sniff them out. She was like a surprise-spoiling bloodhound. Connor couldn't believe her and he couldn't believe how heavy the bags were as he carried them for her. He had just left her for a few minutes. "Do you have a bricklayer on your shopping list?"

"Shut up, it's a bowling ball."

"Speaking of round and heavy things, do you think our sister will make it through another holiday without splitting open like a grape?" He asked while they got in line at a snack bar. "How many years has she been pregnant?" 

"Only eight months, dummy," she playfully smacked him on the arm. "I hope I don't get that big when I get pregnant. It's funny how some girls do, some don't.

"It's like a pregnancy sweepstakes." She looked at him kind of funny. "You're all skinny and then one day you get a letter in the mail with Ed McMahon's likeness saying you may already be a whale."

"Oh God, shut up," she said, trying hard to suppress her rising giggles. "Are you going to be that mean to me when I have a baby."

"Oh you don't have to worry about that." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "It's my big brotherly duty to ensure that by then you will have been shipped off to a Bolivian convent, where your chastity can be protected."

"Great plan, except I think you have to be Catholic to become a nun. Besides, you're a little late in your big brotherly duties." She blushed as she said it.

He was glad that their turn in line was next. "What do you want?" Connor asked.

"Just a Diet Coke and nachos," she said, "but I'll pay." She dug through her purse. "Christ! I can't find my bank card. I must have left it in Jones. Look, order for me and I'll meet you in the car."

Connor nodded and watched her slip away to the department store. She turned heads in the crowded mall, all of them male. Whoever it was, that had gotten her first, was one lucky bastard.

He was sitting in the car sipping her Diet Coke when she hollered at him to open the trunk. It was safe to assume she had found her bank card as she was lugging a big black bag. Women. "Just couldn't resist?" he asked as she stuffed the bag in the trunk with the rest of the stuff.

"No, not any more."

They got home late in the afternoon, still a few more hours until the big family party at their grandparents. Their mom had left to help with dinner and their dad was out in the barn. Rebecca was just finishing wrapping when Connor walked in her bedroom.  

"So which one is mine?" he asked looking over the presents. She pointed to a fairly decent sized rectangle near the bottom of the pile. "Looks promising," he said weighing it in his arms.

"You deserve it," she said sitting on her bed. "Why are you the only man who really cares about me?"

He wondered what had got her so down. She had seemed so happy all day. "I'm your big brother, it's my job to care about you."

"Some of my friends would kill their brothers if they thought they could get away with it."

"I know you want to kill me every time I talk bad about Russ." She started crying. "Beck, what's the matter with you?" He tried to hug her for comfort but she turned away.

"I'm so messed up right now."

He realized that in the over twenty-four hours since he had come home that he had not seen or heard any signs of her creepy boyfriend. "What's wrong, Beck? You know you can tell me anything." He tried to put his arm around her again but she pushed him away.

"Not this time, I can't tell." He was getting kind of scared for her. "I want to be alone for a little while, okay?" she asked never looking at him.

"Alright Beck," he said leaving to find his dad. 

The old barn had not been used for animals in years. Now, it was temperature controlled and home to his parents' exercise equipment as well as storage in the massive loft. His dad was up in the loft moving around some boxes and crates. "Hey son," his father said huffing from the exertion. "You're sister isn't around is she?"

Connor shook his head. "Good, I hid the presents where she couldn't find them in a million years."

Connor didn't have the heart to tell him. 

"Uh, dad?"

"What is it son?"

"When did Beck break up with her boyfriend?"

"Weeks ago, right after Thanksgiving. She was so depressed up until you got back." His father opened a crate full of gifts. He fumbled through it's contents and frowned. "I could have sworn that I bought two of these."

"She really does love you Connor, I think she misses you more than she lets on. That's why it was awful sweet of you to spend your day with her. Not a lot of boys your age would do that for their little sister." His father's watch started to beep. "Five already? I'm going to have to get going. Are you kids riding with me?"

"No we'll take my car. You know how I like to leave before the older relatives get too much eggnog in them." 

His dad climbed down the ladder and hopped into his truck.

Connor dressed in a pair of new jeans with a button-up shirt and maroon sweater vest. He donned a corduroy blazer, to dress up a bit, then went to his sister's room.

Rebecca was already dressed, a miracle in and of itself. She was wearing a powder blue sweater and jeans, she looked so unintentionally stunning. Her ginger hair was casually styled, her makeup was barely-there and perfect. 

"I take it you're ready?" he asked. She nodded. "Feel better?" Again she nodded.

Their grandparents lived in town, only a fifteen minute drive. Connor and Rebecca had been the last to arrive, ensuring them a place at the kiddie table, as well as the wrath of said kiddies for delaying the present opening. 

Uncle Sandy was waiting to let them in. 

Good old Grandma, she always decorated every room of the house for the holidays. Tinsel had been strung from every corner and lights were wrapped around everything. She also had a small forest of artificial trees placed throughout the house. 

They trudged down the hall to throw their coats on their grandparent's bed. "Looks like Grandma went overboard again," Rebecca said unzipping her down coat. 

"I wonder if she put out the Santa toilet seat we got her last year?" Rebecca didn't answer. She was looking at the ceiling where a piece of green dangled over the bed. "Mistletoe?" Connor asked. "Just what kind of Christmas party are Grandma and Grandpa planning tonight?"

"Don't be so gross. I think it's a romantic."

"Yep, because nothing says romance like a parasitic, poisonous plant."

He reached up to bat the weed that dangled just above their heads. He felt her hands wrap around the back of his head, pulling. She was kissing him hard and soft at the same time. He stumbled back and they were lying on the bed, upon a pile of discarded coats. The fall had separated their lips, but he still held on to her. She was so warm and alive in his arms. He had to kiss her, just one more time. He pushed his tongue into her accepting mouth.

This was so crazy, making out with his little sister on a pile of coats. If anyone walked in his life was over. A horrifying thought, but one that didn't stop him as he put his hand under the powder blue softness of her sweater. Beads of moisture gathered on her smooth stomach. She was sweating and he was the cause. He knew it was so wrong but his hand creeped northward until it grazed the bottom of her silky bra.

The floor squeaked in the hallway, someone was coming. Connor yanked his hand free and sprung from the bed. Their lips smacked as they separated.

"Hey Con, Beck, you kids get lost or something?" Uncle Sandy stood in the doorway. Had he seen them, no he couldn't have. But God that was close. "Everyone's ready to eat."

They sat next to each other at the kiddie table, but that is the closest he would dare get to her the rest of the evening. As they gathered around the tree Connor picked a spot as far away from Rebecca as he could manage. Fortunately he could no longer feel her or smell her. 

He could still see her though. The way she sat between Jan and Todd on the couch, with her shapely legs demurely crossed, was driving him insane. To the shock of everyone, Connor had been quiet all evening. He even smiled as he pretended to like the box full of underwear his grandparents had given him for the tenth straight year. How many pairs did they think he needed? He only had one ass to cover.

He put his gift down and looked at Rebecca, she was watching him. She had been watching him all evening. She knew he was thinking about her, she was probably thinking about him. A sly smile spread over her mouth. God, somebody would see. They would see the way she was looking at him and know what they had done. 

What was she thinking? He thought as he sat on the Santa toilet seat trying to regain his composure. Why had she kissed him? He had to stop blaming her alone, he was just as guilty. He didn't try to stop her, far from it, he had tried to get to second base with her. He returned to the living room, back to her presence. He told his mom that he wasn't feeling well and was going home early. Lucky for him, he had been flushed ever since the kiss, add his unusually quiet demeanor and he had sufficiently convinced his mother. 

He gathered his coat and cursed the little piece of mistletoe that had ruined his Christmas and, quite possibly, his life. He was out on the porch enjoying the fresh air when he heard the front door swing open. "Wait for me." Hair tingled on the back of his neck.

"Beck, I don't think---"

"Look, I'm sorry. My life has been so messed up lately, I just got carried away." She apologized. "I don't want you to hate me."

He sat on the hood of his sedan. She looked so sad standing there in the driveway, begging him not to leave her. "Come on, lets go home."

They drove in silence for a while.

"So do you want me to kick his ass?"

"What?" Rebecca asked tearing her gaze from the window to fix on him.

"Russ. Do you want me to kick his ass?"

"Don't even think about it Connor," she said sternly. "It's not his fault I'm this way."

"Not his fault? The guy dumps you right before Christmas. Granted your response wasn't the healthiest---"

"He didn't." Her voice was so small and scared that he almost missed it. 

"What?"

"He didn't dump me. I dumped him."

"You were crazy about him, why would you just dump him?"

"I think I'm in love with somebody else." His fingers tightened on the wheel. He tried to slow his breathing and stay focused on the road. 

"I know I shouldn't be but I am. I always have been."

He kept the car running for a few extra moments after he pulled into the driveway. "Beck." He couldn't finish his thought on how she was just confused. Why had he let things go this far? She was so beautiful, her warm chocolate eyes looked into his soul as he tried to think of something to say. His mind was still wrapped around the fact that she had told him she loved him, indirect as she had been in doing it. She had meant it too. That was more than he could say for any woman he had ever been with.

He inched forward. Unseen forces were at work directing him to her. This was supposed to happen, he allowed himself to admit. She was the one he loved, she was the one he'd always loved. They kissed again. Nothing rushed this time, no family to barge in. She assaulted his mouth, chewing and nibbling on his tongue and lips. When had his little sister learned to do this? The windshield fogged from the heat they were generating.

The farm was cold and deserted, but inside his little car was perfect. He had done this a few times, usually in the back seat, but it was always as a fumbling teenager who knew no more about pleasing a woman than he did about tax laws. He was still no expert on either subject but Rebecca's moans and mewls told him what she liked.

Rebecca pulled her sweater off, revealing bra capped breasts. They weren't humongous, but gorgeous nonetheless. Her skin seemed to glow as she struggled out of her tight jeans, lifting just enough to give him a fleeting glimpse of that perfect ass clad only in a pair of panties.

Connor stripped as well. The jacket was a struggle to remove, but once it was, the rest came easily. In a flash he was down to his jockeys. 

He sat staring at her for a moment. His little sister, he realized, was sitting before him in nothing but her underwear. In a few more moments his world would be inalterably thrown off it's axis. His life had been perfectly plotted since high school. College degree, great job, wife and kids. How could Rebecca fit into that equation? Would she even want a life that meant juggling so many secrets?

There were so many obstacles. But in the end none of them mattered. What mattered was Rebecca, in that car with him, at that moment. He kissed her, mashing their mouths together. Her arms snaked around his strong back to hold him tight. He worked her bra clasp loose, freeing two perfect boobs. Her nipples were brown and stiff from arousal. He thought it was supremely hot that he could garner such a reaction from her.

He suckled one of the stiff nubs. She was salty and sweet at the same time. Her skin felt so warm against his lips. His left hand drifted to her stomach, caressing the soft skin as he had that first time on the kitchen counter. 

Their lives had changed so much since then. They had changed just in the last few hours. They would change even more now that her panties were a crumpled ball around her left ankle. She kicked, causing the soft white cotton to drift to his lap. 

He brought them to his nose and slowly inhaled her delicate aroma, burning into his memory the way she smelled before their first time. She reached down by the door and pulled the latch to recline the seat. She leaned backwards, slowly, until she was horizontal. Rebecca spread her legs slightly for him. 

Connor tore off his jockeys and climbed over to her side of the car. "You know," he said, the back of his head bumping the ceiling, "this would be a little easier in the house."

"I wanna do it here," she said. Her mouth drooped in a little sisterly pout.

"You're the boss," he said kissing those pert lips. Connor positioned his cockhead at the warm zenith of her femaleness. He pushed in. Those nuns had not been needed after all, but she was still tight. She looked at him with apologizing eyes. Someone had planted their flag before Connor, but after tonight no one else ever would. 

The snug walls of her vagina clung to his shaft, pinching and milking as the siblings brought each other obscene pleasure. No one had ever made him feel this way. He felt his sister's walls pulsate, he hadn't even started moving yet. She was orgasming simply from him being inside her.

He allowed her to recapture her breath before he started thrusting his hips. She grunted and her breasts bobbled with each thrust. Her skin glowed with sweat and endorphins, her hair was wet and mussed. She looked like a woman in love. He was going to be finished soon, he hoped that he could bring her another orgasm before he shot. 

Her grunts raised in pitch until they became little whines. The demure odor he had first smelled in the fabric of her panties was everywhere in the interior of the car. He wondered if it would soak into the upholstery, the more he inhaled it the less he cared if it did.

Her pussy was so wet it squished as his dick bottomed out, that sound mingled with the slaps from his balls as they collided with her perfect butt. She was going to cum and so was he.

"Rebecca, oh God! Are you on the pill?" She bit her lip and shook her head no.

He was afraid of that. He pulled out, hopefully before the first release of semen, but it was too close to call. He rubbed the sensitive bottom of his dick head along her furrow as he shot volleys of white cum into her trimmed gingery curls. He brushed past her pink little clit hard enough to send her over the edge.

"Oh Connor," she grabbed his butt and with a strength he didn't know she possessed, pulled her against him. His dick unloaded a final lethargic squirt between their compressed bodies.

They kissed again as a headlight lit the interior. They scrambled to separate afraid it was their parents. A roaring engine flew past, it was a motorcycle. Thankfully, it never stopped.

"Wow," Rebecca breathed, looking every bit like his sweet little sister once again, in spite of her nakedness. "That was intense."

"Intense doesn't begin to explain what that was, Beck."

"I guess we'd better go in before we freeze to death." She gathered her powder blue sweater and jeans. He handed her the panties after one last sniff. "Looks like I won't need to spend money on perfume anymore."

"Find a way to bottle that stuff and you'd make a fortune."

They managed to find time to dress in between kissing and exploring.

"Want to take a shower together?" Rebecca asked as they slipped in through the front door.

"You know I do," he pinned her against the door and kissed her, "but what if mom and dad came home? That would be some present to find your son and daughter having hot, wet shower sex."

"I guess you're right," she said. "But remember you owe me one more before you leave home." She tickled his stomach this time.

"Hey you already had two, I'm the one who got shortchanged."

"Alright you big baby, are you free on Monday?"

"Well there is this girl in town, who I've been meaning to spend more time with."

She gazed at Connor curiously for a second. "Oh, me," she looked embarrassed and relieved.

"Yes you," he poked his finger in her belly producing a giggle. "By New Year's Day you're going to be walking with a limp."

"I'm looking forward to it," she said wiggling free and running up the stairs. "Want to have our exchange tonight?"

"Didn't we already do that?" he asked with a sly grin. 

"Just bring your present to my room when you're done washing up." 

***

Rebecca met him in the hallway wearing a lavender satin robe. He really wanted to find out what was underneath it, but their parents could pull in at any minute.

They sat on her bed and nervously exchanged boxes. "Ladies first," he said. 

Her eyes lit up behind damp curls of ginger hair as she tore into the red foil. Beneath was a white shirt box with the word Macy's emblazoned on it.

"This looks promising," she echoed his sentiment from earlier. He hoped she wouldn't be too disappointed in her gift. She pulled open the box and removed a minty green sweatshirt with the logo for the past year's Thanksgiving parade.

"Oh Connor," she seemed to like it.

"I know it's kind of dumb, but I had to spend a weekend in Manhattan with my obnoxious roommate to get that shirt."

"It's perfect," she said wiping a few tears away. "Open yours."

He tore through the paper, revealing a brown cardboard box with HP stamped all over it. "Rebecca?" he said wondering what she had done. He pulled open the brown box and found his laptop. "Rebecca! You can't afford this, it's too much."

"You're worth it," she said. He just stuttered, trying to convince her to return it. "You don't like it?"

"I love it, I love you, but you need the money---" she put her finger to his lips to hush him.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered.

"I love you," he said placing the laptop on her bed and kissing her.

"I have something else for you." This was getting out of hand, he had to stop her before he got the mother of all inferiority complexes. She rose from her bed and tugged the sash of her robe loose. Beneath she was wearing the lacy red babydoll she had showed him in the lingerie store. "You can't unwrap this one quite yet," she said pulling his hands to her chest, "but you can sure have fun trying to guess what's under the wrapping."




Worth It



He pulled her into his lap. He no longer cared if his parents came home or that his perfectly plotted life was crumbling into dust. He held the woman his little sister had become and decided that no matter what happened, she was worth it.

"Connor, I love you," she breathed in his ear.



Worth It



The sun shone brightly in the sky with the backdrop of the mountains and a few birds could be seen flying about. The view could make anyone looking at it take a deep sigh of contentment but not for the woman standing in front of her office window. In fact, the sigh that she gave was one of sadness. Not the deep heart wrenching kind she used to have six months before but sad just the same. Toni asked herself when she would start not to have that twinge whenever she would think about her. At least now she could say her name in her mind without having the waterworks start. 

'Has it really been six months?' Toni thought. Well time flies when you are busy especially when you are trying to forget and she has been at that. In the past six months she has up and left Los Angeles to set herself up in Denver with a new job, new house, and a new small business on the side. She even has a new look her raven hair used to have a bob hairstyle but it was now past her shoulders bringing out their natural waves with her hazel eyes making her appearance more alluring. She worried about her chest size going down from C cup when she loss weight from a size 14 to a size 10 but that remained the same. On the light side it kind of felt like being in the witness protection program except for her name being changed. She was still Toni Stevens, daughter, sister, aunt, and ex-lover. Another twinge at that last role. The only bright spot of her transferring to Denver was being close to her sister and her family.

Lost in her thoughts, her intercom buzzed loudly in the room. "Toni, your sister Liz is on line two. Do I tell her to call you back?" Ems, her secretary asked. 

"Thanks Ems. I'll take the call." Toni punched the line. "Hey Liz! Is there something I can do for you that you can't do for yourself?"

"Oh Goody! I see some of your humor is coming back!" Liz threw back. "For a while there I was worried you were getting too old and join the land of the fun loving and living, sister."

"Hey! May I remind you that I am 31 years old and you are 35 which makes you the older one." Toni quipped. "Besides, don't I join the land of the living whenever I am with you at the bar every weekend?"

"Honey! Helping out bartending every Friday and Saturday nights at a bar that you partly own with me is not what I would call having fun. Especially since you totally ignore all the flirting going your way by our customers both from the men and women species." Liz sighed. "It's been six months, Sis. You have to move on. Anyway, the reason I called is to remind you that you are having dinner at my house tonight. No excuses! Gotta go I have to pick up Ward from preschool . Love ya Sis!" then hung up.

Putting the phone down Toni thought back to six months ago when her world was torn apart by Laurel, the woman she fell in love with. Well, she was the first woman she fell for since she has always dated guys. There was just something about Laurel that Toni could not explain when she first saw Laurel. They met accidentally in a lesbian bar that she and her friends went to as a dare. And when I say accidentally it meant just that. When she and her friends entered the bar the place was so packed that they were separated from each other. In trying to locate her friends Toni backed up on Laurel when a tall & dark butch was trying to the put moves on her. 





10 months before....

"Come on guys! Hurry up and let's get in there already." Deidre hissed at Toni and Jen as they dawdled outside of the bar.

"Do we really have to do this? Couldn't we just lie to Jeff and the others at the office and tell them that we did enter?" Jen pleaded while holding on to Toni's arm with a death grip as she saw some butch type coming in the place with one of them giving her the once over. 

"No way! I am not going to lose out on the $100 cash that we will each be getting once we get this over and done with. Besides, we have to show them pictures from our cellphones and receipt that we were inside that was the deal. So get in there and let's party!" Deidre ordered pushing the two girls ahead of her. As soon as they entered they were literally separated from each other since the place was packed.

The next thing Toni knows she is already by the dance floor. She tries in vain to look around the crowded place looking for either one of her friends. That is when she notices a tall and dark butch come up to her really close. "Hey baby cakes! I haven't seen you here before. How about you and me getting to know each other better?" the butch flirtingly says as she touches Toni's hair. 

Toni was so shocked with what has happening that she backed up on somebody. She turns around to apologize. It is upon seeing the person she hit that she feels for the very first time in her adult life a sense of rightness as she gazes at the face of the blonde that looked to be in her early to mid thirties. The deep azure of her eyes pulling her in like a magnet. 

"Are you alright?" asked the beautiful stranger as it took Toni a few seconds to get her bearing especially when two arms were holding her waist to steady her.

"Umm..yeah...I'm so sorry to bump in on you like that." Toni replied. The blonde looked over Toni's shoulder and saw her predicament. She gave Toni a wink and whispered, "Follow my lead ok." And before she could even respond the blonde kissed her on the lips and said rather loudly for the butch to hear, "Honey! Where have you been? You said you would be here early." 

Upon hearing this the butch grumbles and walks away. "Okay, she's gone now." I'm Laurel by the way. What is your name?" Laurel asked. "Toni. Thanks for helping me out." She thanked the blonde. 

And from that time on the two started going out. After a month of Toni hesitating since it was her first time going out with another girl they were exclusively dating each other. The first time they made love was so special and romantic since Laurel wanted Toni's first to be a memorable one. She understood where Toni was coming from especially knowing the very conservative background of her girlfriend. 

But after three months of being together and trying to persuade Toni to move in with her things started to crumble. The were factors involved in contributing to their demise. The first one was the fact that Toni still has not told her family about them. While Laurel, on the other hand, introduced her to her family and even had Toni join her family for Thanksgiving. The second one was Toni's officemate Chad who Laurel felt was forever flirting with her even with Laurel around. Laurel once said angrily while having one of their lover's quarrel that Toni was just experimenting and given the chance would jump on the bones of Chad.

It was on that horrible day six months ago that Toni remembers vividly Laurel's stoic face looking up at her from the bed that they shared so many nights and was now sharing with another woman and saying in a cold voice when she cried out asking why, " You are not worth it."

Present time....

The words still reverberates in her mind after all this time and her eyes glistens as she remembers the pain on that faithful day.

"Toni, it's Doug on line one and he says it's very important that he speak with you." Ems buzzed bringing Toni back to the present.

"Yes Doug. What is important for you to call me while you are supposed to be vacationing on sunny Florida?" Toni asked.

"I am so sorry to bother you but remember the Forrester deal I was working on before I left? Well the buyers are insisting on signing the loan today instead of next week when I get back. It's either they sign now or they cancel buying the house. Please! Please! Could you just handle the transaction for me and I swear I will make it up to you." He pleaded.

"Where are the documents and what time are the clients arriving?" she asked without preamble.

"Umm... They are actually in the conference room and Lori has already given them the paperwork. All you have to do is sign off on the transaction." He stated.

"Wow! They must really want the house. Okay I will handle it from here. Just do me a favor and enjoy your vacation." She ordered.

"Thanks Boss! You are the best!" He shouted as he ended the call.

As Toni walked towards the conference room she saw Lori waiting for her just outside the door . She winks at her and says, "You're one lucky devil. The client is a hunk!" Toni raises her eyebrows and just shakes her head at Lori as she pushes open the door. Mr. Forrester was sitting while his female companion was looking outside one of the windows. Lori introduces her to the client, "Mr. Forrester, this is Doug's boss that will handle your transaction Ms. Toni Stevens." After Lori's introduction two things happened at the same time. Mr. Forrester stood up from the chair and his female companion whirled around from her perusal on the window with a loud gasp. It was latter that made Toni turn towards the sound and her whole world started to spin. "Oh my God! Laurel!"

To be continued.......



Worth It



"You wanted to see me?" I asked, peeking into your office and smiling at you, seated behind your desk, dressed up from an earlier meeting. 

"Shut the door, if you would". Your voice is low and it catches me off guard. "I haven't seen you in a bit," you say, gesturing towards the armchair. I usually visit at the end of the day but I hadn't been by in a while due to my insane workflow. I blush immediately, apologizing and you shake your head before taking a second look at me, as if you didn't see me when I first walked in. "Is that a new dress?" you inquire, looking me up and down. The black 40's inspired dress hugs every curve of my body, the curls of my hair tumbling over my shoulders to an open back that shows just enough skin and my legs are creamy and smooth, shapely due to my matching black heels. 

"Yes, a little Wednesday Adams, but I love a good skirt" I say, pivoting and twirling around in a circle, the skirt rising up like Marilyn Monroe and you can see the white lace edges of my panties hugging my ass. You lick your lips and try not to think about how good it would look bent over your desk as you've wanted so many times before. 

You swallow hard, "It looks lovely". 

I beam at you and sit down, crossing my ankles and leaning in. "Well thanks Hum" I joke, loving the way you call me Lo and grin at me like a hungry wolf at the same time. Without fail, the smile appears on your face and I can see you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Gotcha. 

"Are you okay?" I ask sweetly, pursing my perfectly red lips at you and blinking my dark eyes slowly. You swallow again and try to regain a grip on the conversation, rerouting it to something normal and boring about the office and movies and episodes of Sherlock. I steal a look at the clock at it's getting late, you've surely missed your train by now. I ask you, "Don't you have to go?" and you look me up and down, from my heels to my lips and back down. 

"Uhm ... I was working late anyway, it's no big deal. You're not keeping me here." 

I grin that Big Bad Wolf smile right back at you and say, only half jokingly, "I could keep you here" and you blushed, squirming again in your seat. 

"How would you do that?" you ask, licking your lips and looking over my body again. 

My smile grows even bigger and I stand up to face you, "You tell me." You're losing control, I can see it. You want me, you always have. You put you hands on your desk, clasping them tightly and looking down. "Or I could go," I say, shrugging, acting as if you have no effect on me when I can feel my clit tingling with the tension in the room. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, hair brushing against your face in the hallway. After that, it was all little things - touches, secret meetings, then talking more candidly and going out for drinks. You've never seen my whole body but I've given you glimpses that left your mouth watering and dick so hard you thought you might die. I turn towards the door and pick up my bag, preparing to leave you there with your filthy mind and sweating palms. 

Seeing the skin of my back was enough to set you off apparently because suddenly your voice filled the silence in the small office. "No." Firm. Authoritative. Aggressive. Desperate. I fuckin loved it. 

I spun around, letting my bag fall from my shoulder and took a step towards your desk. "What should I do if I stay?" I ask, prompting you to make the first move. I want you to ravage me, and you know it, but I'll never give up my game face until you've broken me down completely. You know what I like, I've told you over a few late night chats. You know how I like to be touched, treated, talked to. What words set me off, keep me going and send me over the edge. 

Your mouth is so dry that you can barely get the words out "As much as I love that dress, take it off. Now." I unfasten the dress and let it fall off my body, exposing my black bra, heaving tits, exquisite body and black panties with white lace hugging my hips. You exhale so loudly that I'm not sure how long you were holding your breath. "Fuckkk," you whisper, looking me up and down, "You are amazing". 

I smile and toss my hair back. 'Why thank you," I say smiling and taking a step forward, out of my dress and laying my palms on your desk. You stand up and I can see your cock straining through your pants. My turn to lick my lips. You walk around to my side and run your hands along my body, from top to bottom, feeling every inch of my soft, warm skin, whimpering every so often as you explore the places you've only dreamed about. "How bad do you want me?" I whisper softly, leaning in so you can feel my tits against your chest and my breath in your ear. 

You groan just from that and suddenly, without any warning, you push me up so I'm seated on the desk and spread my legs. "SO. FUCKING. BAD." you growl, taking your shirt off and throwing it back behind your desk. I smile and pull you in. Your nails rake down my back as you kiss my neck wildly, biting and sucking the skin of my collarbone. You can barely contain yourself and suddenly, my legs are wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, grinding against you. My whimpers and moans fill your office as you push back against me, pulling my hair. I need you; your hands, your body, your cock. All of it. You unhook my bra and let my tits fall out, heavy and hot against my skin. You unlock my legs from your body and step back to look at me, shaking your head. "Breathtaking. Literally breathtaking." you whisper before leaning back in to play with them. 

They spill out of your hands as you play with my nipples, hard from all your kisses. I moan loudly when you tighten your grip on them and your growl comes back, "You like that?" I nod and arch my back so my tits press into your hands harder and you dig your nails in, causing me to moan out loud again. 

I un-do your belt and let your pants drop to the floor but you swat my hand away before I can touch your underwear. "Bad girl," you scold. "You don't get to have your fun until I have mine or until I let you, understand?" Your voice is harsh and I am melting in your hands. 

I nod again, whimpering slightly. "What do you want me to do, sir?" I ask, looking up at you with doe eyes. You hook your thumbs on the sides of my panties and motion for me to lift my ass up so you can take them off. I obediently do as I am asked and you slide them down my legs, revealing my soaking wet pussy to the cold air of your office. I shiver and position myself on the edge of the desk, ready for whatever you'll give me. 

You don't break eye contact as you get on your knees, "I have wanted to taste this pussy for so goddamned long" you say, running your finger along my slit. I'm shivering and so fucking turned on that I may cum the moment your tongue touches my clit. You tease me for two unbelievably long minutes before hooking your middle finger inside me. I let out a gasp, involuntarily pushing my hips forward for more but you scold me and push me back. You part my pussy lips with your other hand and dive your tongue directly into my clit. I can't even control myself and cum directly into your mouth, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, moaning and whimpering. I can actually feel your lips curl into a smile as you suck on it, causing me so much pleasure before you slide another finger into me, fingering me relentlessly and sucking on my clit in tandem, causing another orgasm to wash over me quickly and I grab the back of your head to grind it into me harder. 

More. 

More. 

More. 

You finally pull away, your chin covered in dripping cum, your tongue licking it up like candy. Your smile is indescribable, "Totally worth it," you say, panting. I smile back before sliding off the desk. 

I look at you and motion for you to sit in the chair, "I want you to watch me." I say softly. You look confused but sit down anyway. "Take those off too" I say, pointing at your underwear. You grin and slide them off, your amazing cock popping out and standing at attention just for me. That right there could have set me off again but no, I know what you want. And I'm going to let you have it. Because I'll be a good girl for you. I have to be. I nod and get on my knees, turning around so you can see my ass and drop down onto my elbow. 

I can hear you gasp "No fucking way, no fucking way, don't you dare" but I'll be bad just this once. I know you love it. I start out slow, teasing my clit before slamming two fingers into my tight, juicy pussy. You moan so heavily I'm tempted to turn around and jump on you but no, you want to see me cum like this. I know you do. I keep going, harder and harder, slamming my hips back against my own hand until I'm screaming out your name and cumming all over my hand and the floor. 

Our mixed panting is the only sound in the room until I hear your knees hit the carpet and you are suddenly behind me. "Don't move slut" you command, placing your hand on my back and pulling me close. You tease me repeatedly with the head of your cock before slamming the entire thing into me. I scream and you pull my hair back like reigns, telling me to be quiet. You stay like that, your hand in my hair, your cock all the way inside me, my pussy pulsating around it. 

I can barely stand it but I stay still and stay quiet. "Anything you want," I gasp, "I'll be good". You finally start rocking back and forth, fucking me slowly but with enough force that I rocked by every little movement of your body. 

"I've wanted this for so long" you moan, touching me all over while you rail me from behind. "Fucking stand up NOW bitch" you command, dragging me over to the desk and bending me over it, never taking your dick out. I groan as you start pounding into me, another orgasm coming over my body like a fucking mac truck. You smack my ass as I scream your name, cumming so hard, I can barely stay standing. 

You flip me around and fast, edging me back onto the desk, still making me take it. "You want me to cum for you, slut?" you ask, right in my face, my tits bouncing. I nod fervently, needing to feel it so bad. 

"All over me" I stutter, barely able to breathe. You pull out of me and put your hand on my shoulder, slamming me down onto my knees. Your cock is covered in my pussy juice but you shove it straight down my throat without another word. You close your eyes and start fucking my face, over and over until I can hear you moaning my name and your grip on my head tightens. Suddenly, you whip your cock out of my mouth and spray what seems like gallons of hot, white, sticky cum all over my face and tits. I moan and slip my hand into my pussy, cumming one last time, gushing all over your office floor. You fall back into the chair, exhausted and messy as I crumple up on the floor.

"Definitely worth it," I hear you say, "Definitely"



Worth It



She broke my heart at the start of the year.

She told me she loved me, she told me we could be together, just the way we'd wanted to for all those years. 

And then she left me for him.

It almost killed me, the pain. I almost didn't come out the other side of the depression that ensued.

And yet here I am, eleven months later, meeting up with her for coffee and a chat, to hear about each other's lives.

I dress for the weather, more than anything. It's freezing here, and winter is in full swing, so I struggle into thick, wooly tights and a long-sleeved dress, topping it all off with a beret and a cape, scarf and gloves keeping out some of the cold. My makeup is flawless, having taken extra time to get my eyeliner even (well, almost) and my favourite lipstick at just the right shade. My hair is loosely curled, my perfume is evident without being overpowering, and my low-heeled brogues are polished. 

I wait for her outside the coffee shop, chain-smoking in the hope that it will take the edge off my nerves. It doesn't. Christmas decorations line the walls as far as the eye can see, and I can hear a muted version of Stop the Cavalry through the window.

I see her turn the corner and notice me. Fuck, she looks more nervous than I am. Her cropped hair frames the face I still can't get over, and her casual ensemble of jeans and riding boots with a long coat reminds me so much of how she was when we first met. Despite all the willpower I can muster, my body betrays me and my pulse goes through the roof. 

She draws closer to me, and I can see she's unsure of the protocol. Do we hug? Kiss cheeks? What? Deciding on friendly hand-on-arm contact, she greets me, and I can hear her voice tremble. The feeling of her hand on me, after all this time, still releases a rush in my brain. We go in, order our coffees, and try to pretend that we are functioning adults who can get along just fine.

Finding a settee in the crowded Costa, we sip our drinks and talk. Mostly menial stuff, to be honest – our degrees, our jobs, our families... then we run out of things to say and it all goes quiet. I look into my cup, racking my brain for something to say, anything. Everything that comes to mind is ridiculous – she doesn't want to know about the pun you saw on tumblr last night and she definitely doesn't want to know how you prepped for today by listening to Canopies and Grapes on repeat. My thoughts are interrupted by a hand on my arm, and as I look up, her eyes fill up a little. 

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I made the wrong choice" she mumbles. I must admit, I'm a little shocked. Admitting anything so big was never easy for her. I feel my eyes pricking with tears and I try and force them back with sheer willpower. She covers my hand with hers, like she always did when I needed support, then continued. 

"I know I'll never be able to apologise enough for what I did to you, I promised you so many things and then took them away. But I suppose I got what I deserved - I wasn't enough for him, just as he wasn't for me. The problem was that he wasn't you. I just... I hurt you for no reason. I don't even know what you went through, and I haven't been ready to hear it up until now. But I realised, seeing how guarded you are now, that I need to, ready or not. I need to find out what I did to you, because I know I'll never be able to make it up to you, but I need to try. If you'll let me, that is. I mean, if you just want to walk away now, I completely understand, but if you want me to, I will do anything and everything to try and compensate you. But I want to know what you went through – what I did to you."

I shrink back a little. I was not prepared for this. Looking back into the froth of my drink, I clear my throat and begin.

"I don't really know where to start, to be honest. Right after you left, I started having all the problems with my mental health, the problems I thought I'd recovered from. I felt so worthless – I just kept thinking that if I wasn't good enough for you, what was the point?"

From the corner of my eye, I could see her shock. She reached for my hand again, urging me to go on, so I did. 

"I started cutting myself again, thinking that maybe exterior pain would numb interior pain, but it never worked for long enough. So I turned to substance abuse. I was smoking about an ounce a week, minimum. I failed some assignments, nearly my whole degree. Did anything I could just to feel wanted, or numb, or anything that wasn't depressed, for a little while. I ended up trying to kill myself, just because I couldn't stand to feel so awful any more."

I could see the hurt on her face, she was never very good at hiding her emotions, so I rushed to try and do some damage control. 

"I mean, if I'd been neurotypical, it probably would have been entirely different, you can't blame yourself for all of that, mental illness isn't exactly predictable."

"That doesn't really work, though" she replied, trying her hardest to look me in the eye. "I knew about your illness before I did that. I knew your history with suicide attempts, I knew there was every chance that I was sending you to your death doing what I did. And still I did it. I mean, there's no excuse for what I did. I'm just... I'm so sorry. I can't begin to describe how awful I feel about what I put you through, and I can't imagine how you must feel."

I was lost for words, I really was. I tried to formulate a reply, but words weren't really coming to me. She gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, and now that we'd both warmed up enough to take our gloves off, I realised that I was relishing in the skin contact. I looked up and gave her a watery smile, or as close to one as I could muster, and I could see her crumple behind her eyes. In unspoken agreement, we finished our drinks in a gulp and wrapped up again, ready to leave. This conversation would be better in private. 

We caught the bus back to mine, almost missing it, and the twenty minute ride felt like an eternity, with our hands entwined, it really did feel like old times. I unlocked the door to my studio apartment and we both greeted my over-excited dog before making tea and heading to the beanbags – having just moved in, I still don't have real furniture. We drank our tea and talked, this time with deep conversation. We talked about our feelings, as openly as we used to, and it felt good. Her hand found mine again and that same rush came back.

"I still love you, you know" she murmured, avoiding eye contact. "And I know there's no way you're ever going to feel that way about me again, not after what I did. I don't even know why I'm telling you, I mean, it's not okay of me to say that. I should go, I... I don't know what I'm doing , I..."

"Wait" I interrupted. She looked surprised, like she couldn't understand why I wouldn't want her gone.

"I still love you too. I mean, it would have made things a lot easier if I didn't, but I couldn't change it. That's not the issue. I don't know if I can trust you to not do that to me again, is the issue."

The hope in her eyes lit up her whole face. 

"Let me show you that I won't. I let you go once, and it was the worst mistake I've ever made" she replied. "I promise you, I will never put you through that again. I just need a chance to show you"

She advanced towards me, stretching out her arms, holding me close. Holy shit, she smelt good. I relaxed into the hug, bursting into tears. I couldn't deal with all these conflicting emotions, and once I started to cry, I couldn't stop. Tears shook her whole body too, and we held each other tightly as we sobbed into one another's shoulders.

Lifting my face up with both her hands, she kissed me gently on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, but so much emotion went into it, it threw me. We kissed again, and again, and again, growing bolder with each press of the lips. Her hands returned to my waist, pulling me closer to kiss me harder, for longer, deepening each kiss. My arms wound around her, holding her, as hers explored my back, as if she was getting to know how I felt again. 

There was passion in both our eyes as they met, and we knew exactly where this was going. We kissed again, but this time with more desperation, as her hands found my ass and I moaned into her mouth. Parting a little, I slid my hands between us as began to knead her tits through her blouse, earning one of those adorable gasps she does. Seeking my eyes, she gave me a questioning look whilst tugging at my dress. After my consent, she tugs it above my head and off, admiring the black bra underneath. Her lips find that one spot on my neck that makes me weak at the knees, and I drag her in closer, closing my eyes in bliss. I realised that this moment, right here, where she was pouring her adoration into everything she did, this was what I'd been waiting for. I pulled her up to kiss me again before removing her shirt and feasting my eyes on her. Neither of us were supermodels; we both have our wobbly bits and stretch marks and scars, but none of that mattered to us. We were beautiful together. 

Unclasping her bra, I pulled it off her shoulders and bent to suckle on an already erect nipple. I flicked my tongue over it, eliciting a moan, before swapping to the other side, giving a gentle nip. That did it. We were in a frenzy from that moment on, pulling off clothes until we were standing in the middle of my flat, stark naked. Thank the stars for central heating. 

We moved to the bed, and led down, kissing each other fast and hard, our hands exploring each other, getting to know the changes our bodies had gone through since we last did this. Her hands found my cunt, stroking my pubic hair before sliding her hands all over my vulva, circling my clitoris with a finger. She always knew just how to please me, and I gasped in pleasure, arching my back. Taking advantage of my position, she latched on to a nipple and sucked hard, nibbling a little as the circling sped up. I felt my orgasm begin to build as she increased the pressure and tempo, bringing me to orgasm in next to no time. As I began to come down from the high, she dipped her fingers inside me to taste my juices. 

"Gorgeous" she whispered, before kissing me again. I tried to reach her cunt, to pleasure her, but she swatted my hand away.

"This is all about you" she said, in the most sultry tone possible. Kissing me again, she moved on top of me, and began kissing down my body. Inch by inch, she tracked past my neck, my tits, and down my stomach. Reaching my cunt, she took a tentative lick, maintaining eye contact. When she was sure I was okay, she began to use her tongue with more pressure. I barely noticed her slide her own hand down to touch herself, relieving her own desire. Nibbling my labia gently before soothing the bites with her tongue, she took painfully long to reach my clitoris. When she did, I could have died and gone to heaven, and I don't think I would have known any different. Tentative, gentle licks gave way to flicking the bud with her tongue before she sucked, using her teeth to gently scrape the sensitive skin. In no time, I was reaching the point of no return, the arc of pleasure, and she rode through it with me before collapsing on top of me. We were both panting uncontrollably, trying to catch our breath and failing dismally. 

Once she could move again, she crawled up next to me and put her arm around me, pulling the covers that had somehow ended up on the floor over us both. 

It may have taken five years of fighting our feelings, and nearly a year of the worst pain I've ever known, but for this moment of bliss? Worth it.



Worth It



Jordan wasn't awkward, nor was she unattractive. She was a ripe 25 with pink lips and a dimpled smile. She had voluptuous breasts that tapered into a thin waste and full hips thus perfectly detailing the image of an hourglass figure. So why couldn't she just get a guy to ask her out on a date? She asked herself this over and over again. She and her friend Mandee worked together as bartenders at a restaurant. Her friend Mandee wasn't nearly as cute. I mean she was tiny and fit with a tight ass and a teasing allure to the swing in her hips when she walked. But Jordan's breasts were at least three times as big and she had a unique beauty rather than a typical all-American beauty. 

Mandee was only 21 and practically had guys throwing themselves at her. She joked with Jordan about how she hated it and how much those guys were "a bunch of fuckboys". But Jordan knew better. Mandee loved the attention. She would never turn down a sleazy pick up line or refuse a free drink. Hell she might even tease you with a hot make out session. In fact Jordan recalled just last week when she and Mandee had gone out with their two friends from work, Luke and Rory. Luke was practically drooling all over himself on the dance floor while Mandee straddled his leg and grinded her ass on him. He couldn't help but run his hands all over her hips and legs. Luke was cute but it's true he was a little bit of a fuckboy. His blonde hair and polo shirts just made him look like a Ken Doll, Jordan thought. He would have done anything to get his hands down Mandee's pants. Jordan recalled that when Mandee turned around to face him on the dance floor, he put one hand on her ass and one hand on her face while he leaned in to kiss her. Did Mandee stop him? Oh no. Jordan shook her head while she thought of how Mandee let him stick his tongue into her mouth, drunk as they were, and how she let him run his hands down the front of her shirt and casually brush her tits. 

UGH! Jordan couldn't help but be disgusted when Mandee later confided in her at work. "I went home with him!" Jordan feigned interest. 

"You've got to be kidding? What happened?!" She asked while sitting at the edge of the bar enjoying her BLT for lunch while Mandee worked behind the bar. 

Mandee ran her fingers through her silky brown highlighted hair and sighed with a naughty smile. "His fucking body is—mm—!" She bit her lip and rolled her eyes upward. "We didn't have sex!" She said urgently when seeing Jordan's shocked expression. "But hell. He's hot." She trailed off and Jordan reminded her for details once again. "Right right! Ok. So, we get back to his place right? And we're both swashbuckling drunk. I don't really remember how we made it to the bedroom but I do remember him tossing me on the bed and climbing on top like an animal!" She laughed and Jordan couldn't help but smirk. 

"Ok...aaand?" Jordan prompted She knew things were about to get explicit. Mandee was just the type to kiss and tell. And she WOULD tell everything. 

"OK ok. Hold your horses ya little horn dog." She put down her rag and stepped closer so she could whisper. "He was on top of me and let me tell you he must have had a lot of practice undressing girls, cause my clothes were gone in the blink of an eye!" She giggled. "We were making out pretty hard and I was get hot and wet, when he stuck his hand down my— 

"Jesus! Mandee!" Jordan interrupted. 

"What?! Don't be such a prude! Anyway, so I thought I'd return the favor. So I unzipped his pants and pulled out his...you know, junk...and, well..."She trailed off. 

"Well what? What happened?" Jordan hated that a part of her was sucked into the story and she wanted to know the ending now. 

"He wasn't hard. I mean how stupid is that? Here I am, dripping wet sticking my tongue down your throat with my hand down your pants and you're not even hard? So I left." 

Jordan regretted full heartedly wanting to know the end of the story. That sick disgusted feeling was back in her stomach and she wondered why she was friends with Mandee. "You're horrible you know that? Poor guy. I feel bad for him." Mandee just laughed as Jordan finished her BLT and said, "Me too." 

Later that day, after Mandee was off and Jordan was left with the Bar and her thoughts to herself, she couldn't help but think of Luke. She didn't think he was that cute, but she did feel bad for him. Jordan thought Rory was much cuter, and besides, Rory was always so genuine. He always asked her if she was ok when she was upset, always gave her advice on the douchey guys that she'd been dating and always joked with her about how if he was single, she would be his in an instant. She wondered what it would have been like if the tables had been turned and it had been Jordan going home with Rory. She imagined him throwing her on the bed and climbing on top like and animal. She imagined his chiseled dark stomach pressed against her naked skin. She thought of his hands gliding up her inner thighs the way the Luke's had Mandee's, softly tickling her upper thigh and she felt herself getting wet thinking of his breathing moving from her stomach to her bikini line and just waiting there— 

"You doin' ok, Jordan? You seem angsty today." Rory had snuck up on Jordan while she relentlessly cleaned the same glass in the sink. She shook the glass up and down on the bristles that cleaned so well, and she knew that her boobs jiggled whenever she did but she couldn't help it. She jumped, and squeaked a little. "I think that glass might be clean now." He laughed at her squeal. He was tall and tan with dark brown hair and a five o'clock shadow. Jordan had previously wondered if it was soft or prickly when he kissed. 

"What? Oh. Ya. Clean. It's clean now." She pulled the glass out and set it aside with a shaky hand. 

"What's really bothering you?" He paused a moment but before she could answer he guessed, "Its Mandee isn't it. It bugs you how guys throw themselves at her." 

"No!" At first Jordan was defensive, but when she looked at Rory's big warm brown eyes and his broad inviting shoulders, she couldn't help but soften up. "Ok, maybe a little. I just don't understand what dudes see in her. She is such a tease." 

"Hey. She is a hard shell of a girl. And yes she might be beautiful to some. But real guys, see what really matters." He put his hand on her shoulder as she stood up from the sink to dry her hands. 

"Oh yeah? And what is it that really matters, Rory?" She said dismissively. 

"This." He put his hand on her heart and instinctively she wanted to jerk away but she was frozen with his touch on her breast. It wasn't sexual, it was genuine. "Your personality and how you treat others. Your inner beauty." He cut himself off and started laughing. "Jesus, how fucking cliché am I?" Jordan gave a short burst of laughter too, and the two of them giggled. 

"Hey. Thanks, Rory." Jordan said as the two of them closed up the bar. 

"Hey no problem, Jordan," he chuckled. "What're doin' now? Drinks at Bill's Place?" Bills place was a locally famous pub open late that they all often went to after work for burgers and drinks. Jordan was tired but she couldn't say no to an invite from Rory. 

"Sure. Meet ya there?" 

"Absolutely." 

Jordan couldn't figure out why she was nervous waiting for Rory. Maybe it was her fantasy that she let get out of hand at work. She always thought Rory was cute, but she knew he was taken and off limits. While she sat at the bar and ordered some fries, Rory came in and took a seat beside her. He was even more gorgeous in the dim warm lighting. 

"You got some catching up to do, boy. I already finished one drink!" She joked with him. 

He fidgeted uncomfortably. "Sorry. I had to deal with something." He said off handedly while waving the bartender down. 

"Oooh. Girl troubles?" She joked around, but she saw the reaction in his eyes and she knew she was right. She didn't want to press him so she changed the subject. "So how is Luke taking it? Pretty rough?" 

"That kid? Nah. He's resilient. He's probably calling her right now. For the 6th time." He chuckled. 

"Soooo...that bad, huh?" Jordan laughed but she did really feel bad for the kid. As the bartender brought her the next drink Rory ordered himself two. "Jesus. Ok ok, I wasn't gonna ask, but what the fuck happened between you and Amber?" Rory took one shot and started on his beer more slowly. 

"Shit. I dunno. I'm just done. I'm so done. We're done." While Jordan and Rory finished and ordered their next round, Rory told her about how he and Amber had been broken up for two weeks now, but how Amber kept calling him and driving by his house and work. 

"Dude, no offense but that sounds a little psycho. You don't deserve that. You're—you're— 

"What?" He asked. Jordan flushed and looked away while finished her drink. "No. No. What were you gonna say?" 

"I just don't get it! All these crazy bitches get all these great caring guys that make great boyfriend material and then they just destroy them! They just rip their hearts out and stomp on them 'til there's nothing left! And then the guys just treat every other woman like shit for the rest of their lives because- 

"Whoa whoa whoa." Rory held up both his hands in the sign of a classic surrender. "What makes you think I'd treat you like shit?" Jordan stopped short. She was definitely drunk. Was he drunk? Did he mean to say that? She was staring at him and didn't know what to say but he was already looking away as if nothing had happened, waving the bartender down for yet another round. How many had they had now? 

"What's my problem anyway? Why don't guys like you look at me the way guys look at Mandee?" As the bartender dropped off their drinks, Rory answered. 

"You're wrong you know. First of all, you're not like Mandee. And secondly, I'm not like the sleezeballs that fall for that. And third," He paused while he leaned into her and put his hand on her hand, "I do look at you like that." 

He was so close she could smell the alcohol on his breath and she could feel the heat radiating from his hand as his fingers trailed slowly off her fingers and his hand moved to her cheek. She couldn't breathe. Was this really happening? She couldn't help but lean in closer as if he had some secret to tell her and she desperately needed to know the answer. He tilted his head as if to whisper to her and touched his lips to hers. 

The world melted away and they weren't at the bar anymore. They were at Rory's. In the hallway. His lips were on hers and moving with a silk wave of pleasure. She had dropped her purse somewhere in the kitchen, her jacket was somewhere in the entranceway. Rory stopped and pulled away and Jordan was confused for a second. As she stood there in the hallway he put his hand on her hips and firmly pressed her against the wall as if to say "stay". She obeyed dutifully. He took a step back and looked at her body for a long moment before groaning audibly. Jordan could feel her underwear growing damper and her knees going slightly weak at the sound. Rory put his hand on her chin and looked her directly in the eyes as he stepped closer to her in the hallway. He reached down and unzipped her jeans that she had still been wearing from work and teased her by tickling her just beneath her panty line. She moaned a high pitch sound that made Rory's body close in on her against the wall. She could feel his dick hard inside his pants and she couldn't help but laugh aloud. Rory opened his eyes and looked at her smiling, "And just what the fuck is so funny?" He chuckled. 

"I was just thinking about what you said. You said 'I'm not like those guys that like Mandee'. And I thought about poor Luke's flaccid cock, and I thought you sure as fuck aren't like them." Rory laughed a low rough sound that only turned Jordan on more. She threw her arms around his neck and bit his shoulder playfully. Rory grunted and said "Oh really?" With one swift motion he had her up and over his shoulder and was carrying her down the rest of the hall. She couldn't say anything she was so turned on by being handled so easily. She just wanted him to rip her clothes off and take her. Instead he set her down gently on the edge of the bed and let her watch awestruck as he slowly took his shirt off. He moved between her legs with her feet still touching the ground and reached down to remove her own shirt. 

"God your boobs are beautiful." He didn't grab them or try to massage them. He just touched his fingertips to her bra covered chest and trickled them down her tits until she shivered. Jordan reached up and undid the button and zipper of his own jeans that just happened to be eye level for her. As she went to remove his jeans he grabbed her wrists firmly and shook his head disapprovingly. Jordan thought she might cum right then and there. "I'm gonna show you how a real man treats a woman." He grabbed her easily by the waist and tossed her up on the bed so her head was now on the pillows. His hands were on her jeans and pulling them off without effort. "Cute." He said pointing to her lacey underwear with little J's all over them. He moved up to face her and she looked away. "Are you blushing?" 

"No." She paused. "Maybe." He chuckled and ran a finger down the middle of her stomach until her breasts were just as flush as her face, and her breathing was ragged. "You're enjoying this aren't you? Teasing me?" 

"Oh yes. Very much." She could feel his smile in the dark as he pressed his lips to hers one more time letting his tongue trace the inside of her mouth and trail down to her neck. His mouth tasted of sweet alcohol, which Jordan was sure was a mixture of his own taste and the citrus beer he had been drinking. His designated tickling hand had moved on from her stomach to her thighs and suddenly Rory was readjusting himself to get closer to her lower half. He felt her gasp as he gently opened her legs and slowly worked her panties down her thighs. Rory knew she could feel his breath on her clit as soon as she worked her fingers into his hair. He was basking in the moment, soaking in the heat of her flesh before he sank into her. He wanted to taste her before he had her fully. 

"Rory..." She whispered his name and he let his tongue lightly lap at her juices. Jordan gasped in pleasure and he moaned at the taste as he licked her again and again. She tugged at his hair and he placed his finger just at her opening, massaging and tickling, teasing her again. This was too much. She was writhing now wanting anything to penetrate her. "Please...Rory..." She whispered barely audible. He kissed her bud one last time before he obliged. Slowly he inserted two fingers into her as he watched her arch her back and take a deep tortured breath. Her eyebrows furrowed and she seemed frozen for a moment before she let out a cry of pure pleasure. Rory twisted his wrist while moving his fingers faster inside of her. Jordan's whole body was on fire and her stomach was clenched. Rory kissed and lapped at her lips, drenched in liquid while she twisted and turned in his bed. She didn't know how much longer she could take it until the fire burned so deeply that it took over her and she was crying out for Rory to stop. But Rory knew better than that. He maintained his pace until his face was covered in her juices and she had torn the sheets from the bed. 

Panting, Jordan couldn't open her eyes, but she could feel Rory move up beside her and wrap his arms around her. She was still twitching and humming little moans into his shoulder while he kissed her forehead. "That. Was..." She was at a loss for words, but Rory didn't need her to say more than that. As she found her breath, she reached down to feel that Rory was still hard pressed against her thigh. "Well somebody is horny." She laughed. 

"What? Your pleasure is my pleasure." He joked. She reached a hand down to his boxer briefs, but he gently stopped her again. "You know you don't have to. I wanted to do that. It doesn't mean you have to do it back." 

Jordan moved his hand out of the way and pushed him on his back. "Well, guess what? I want to also." He didn't laugh, he didn't smirk. He just looked at her while she moved over him and smoothly took his pants and underwear off. He was hard; there was no doubt about that. She moved down slowly licked him once to see what his reaction was. He was stiff and his cock jerked in anticipation. She licked her palm and rubbed her hand up and down his dick. He let out a breath as she lowered her mouth onto his member and slowly started working up and down. Her mouth was watering and her lips slid easily up and down his ribbed cock. Rory was getting harder with each pump she gave him and he couldn't help but slightly thrust into her mouth, but Jordan loved it. She wanted to take him as deep as he would go. As each thrust came and went, Jordan could feel the vein in his dick growing bigger and his balls tightening. Rory sat up and lifted her off of him and pressed his mouth to hers before he could finish. He could taste himself on her mouth and it made him want her even more. He moaned into her mouth and he could feel her wetness on him as she sat straddling him. He reached around and unclasped her bra finally freeing her breasts. 

And this time, he didn't hesitate to grab both of them massaging and grasping. He lowered his mouth to her nipple and she tossed her head back and yelped when he lightly bit down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she could feel his rock hard cock rubbing against her clit as she straddled him. Rory lifted her slightly off of him and lowered her gently onto his penis. She gasped as he first entered her not realizing how big he was while she gave him head. And then Rory dropped her down onto him with one sudden motion and she was penetrated completely. Jordan yelled out in pleasure and in pain as she was impaled. Before either of them moved at all, Rory wrapped his arms around her just holding her while their breathing became less ragged. He reached one hand up and gently pinched her nipple. She yelped and he thrust once into her. She bit his neck again and he groaned again. Slowly he started thrusting into her and slowly her breathing became uneven once more. She was beside herself with pleasure. 

Jordan picked up speed and was popping up and down while Rory helped her at the waste and watched her breasts move with her. He whirled her around and tossed her on the bed while climbing on top of her. She gladly opened her legs for him and he made no hesitation entering her this time. He was ruthless with his thrusts and Jordan moved her hips up to meet his thrusts until there was a tingling sensation in each thrust that made her gasp for air. Rory was moaning with each thrust and his cock was so hard that he filled her completely. He was going to cum but not before Jordan. He moved his hips in a circular motion while he was inside of her and Jordan threw her head back on the pillows and arched her back. Rory already knew this was her giveaway. Her thighs tightened around his cock but he kept moving. He could hardly stand it, the sound of her moans and the perfect curve of her arched back...he thrust once, twice, a third time into her and she let out a cry so loud that Rory couldn't hold it in anymore. He pulled out and burst his cum all over her before collapsing beside her. 

Jordan needed to touch him. She reached a hand out and felt in the dark for anything, any piece of him. What she found was his hot chest and a rapid heartbeat. Rory placed his hand over hers and let it rest there until his pulse slowed. There was so much that could have been said...so many more cliché words that might've been spoken, but there was no need for them. Instead Jordan and Rory listened to the sound of heavy breathing turn into rhythmic breathing, and that said it all.



Worth It Completely



The sun shone brightly in the sky against the backdrop of the mountains and a few birds could be seen flying about. The view could make anyone looking at it breathe a deep sigh of contentment, but not the woman standing in front of her office window. In fact, the sigh that she gave was one of sadness - not the deep heart-wrenching kind she had sighed six months before, but sad just the same. Toni asked herself if those twinges she felt whenever she thought about her would ever stop. At least now she could say her name in her mind without having the waterworks start. 

'Has it really been six months?' Toni thought. Well, time flies when you are busy especially when you are trying to forget and she had been at that. In the past six months she had up and left Los Angeles to set herself up in Denver with a new job, new house and a new small business on the side. She even had a new look - her raven hair used to be cut into a bob, but it was now past her shoulders, bringing out her natural waves. With her hazel eyes, it made her appearance more alluring. She had worried about her chest size going down from a C-cup when she lost weight from a size 14 to a size 10, but happily it hadn't changed. On the lighter side it kind of felt like being in the witness protection program, except for the fact that she hadn't had to change her name. She was still Toni Stevens: daughter, sister, aunt and ex-lover. Another twinge at that last role. The only bright spot about her transferring to Denver was being close to her sister and her family.

Lost in her thoughts, her intercom buzzed loudly in the room. "Toni, your sister is on line two. Should I tell her to call you back?" Ems, her secretary asked. 

"Thanks, Ems. I'll take the call." Toni punched the line. "Hey Liz! Is there something I can do for you that you can't do for yourself?"

"Oh Goody! I see some of your humor is coming back!" Liz tossed back at her. "For a while there I was worried you were getting too old to join the land of the fun-loving and living, sister."

"Hey! May I remind you that I am 31 years old and you are 35 which makes you the older one." Toni quipped. "Besides, don't I join the land of the living whenever I am with you at the bar every weekend?"

"Honey! Helping out bartending every Friday and Saturday night at a bar that you part-own with your sister is not what I would call having fun. Especially seeing as how you totally ignore all the flirting coming your way from our customers of both the male and female persuasion." Liz sighed. "It's been six months, Sis. You have to move on. Anyway, the reason I called is to remind you that you are having dinner at my house tonight. No excuses! Gotta go - I have to pick up Ward from preschool. Love ya Sis!" then hung up.

Putting the phone down, Toni thought back to six months ago when her world was torn apart by Laurel, the woman she had fallen in love with. She was the first woman Toni had fallen for since she had always dated guys before. From the first moment she saw her, there was just something about Laurel that Toni could not explain. They met accidentally in a lesbian bar that she and her friends went to on a dare – and by 'accidentally' it meant just that. 

When she and her friends entered the bar, the place was so packed that they were separated from each other. In trying to locate her friends, Toni backed up on Laurel when a tall, dark butch tried to put the moves on her. 

10 months before....

"Come on guys! Hurry up and let's get in there already." Deidre hissed at Toni and Jen as they dawdled outside of the bar.

"Do we really have to do this? Couldn't we just lie to Jeff and the others at the office and tell them we went in?" Jen pleaded while holding on to Toni's arm with a death grip as she saw some butch type coming in the place with one of them giving her the once-over. 

"No way! I am not going to lose out on the $100 cash that we'll each be getting once we get this over and done with. Besides, we have to show them pictures from our cellphones and a receipt showing we were inside. That was the deal. So get in there and let's party!" Deidre ordered, pushing the two girls ahead of her. As soon as they entered they were separated from each other as the place was packed.

The next thing Toni knew she was already alongside the dance floor. She tried in vain to look around the crowded place, searching for either one of her friends. That was when she noticed a tall and dark butch come up to her and lean in really close. "Hey baby cakes! I haven't seen you here before. How about you and me getting to know each other better?" the butch flirtingly said as she touched Toni's hair. 

Toni was so shocked with what was happening that she instinctively moved away and backed up into somebody. She turned around to apologize and stopped dead. As she gazed into the face of the blonde woman she had bumped into, she experienced a sense of rightness she had never experienced in her life before. Deep azure eyes pulled her in like a magnet. The woman she was staring at looked to be in her early to mid thirties.

"Are you alright?" asked the beautiful stranger as it took Toni a few seconds to get her bearings, especially when two arms were holding her waist to steady her.

"Umm..yeah...I'm so sorry to bump into you like that." Toni replied. The blonde looked over Toni's shoulder and saw her predicament. She gave Toni a wink and whispered, "Follow my lead, OK?" And before she could even respond the blonde kissed her on the lips and said rather loudly for the butch to hear, "Honey! Where have you been? You said you would be here early." 

Upon hearing this, the butch grumbled and walked away. "Okay, she's gone now. I'm Laurel by the way. What's your name?" Laurel asked. 

"Toni. Thanks for helping me out." Not wanting to let go of Laurel yet she tentatively asked, "could I buy you a drink as a token of my appreciation?"

"I would love one!" Laurel grabbed her hand and lead her to the bar. After securing their drinks they were able to find a small secluded table and sat there. 

"Is it your first time in a place like this? You don't look comfortable being in here." Laurel asked as she reached out and rubbed her fingers on the brunette's arm. Toni's breath hitched as she felt all tingly from the blonde's simple caress. 

" Am I that transparent?" she asked. "My friends and I were dared to come here but as soon as we entered I lost them. I was looking for them when I bumped into you."

"Well finders keepers losers weepers!" The blonde smiled and took Toni's breath away. 'Damn! Why am I feeling this way about her? I have never felt like this with another woman.' Toni thought.

They talked well into the night about everything and anything. At one point, the music in the bar changed into a slow tune. The song 'Hold me in your arms' by Whitney Houston started to play and Laurel asked her to dance. As Toni looked at her eyes she could not deny her anything so she nodded and went to the dance floor. 

Laurel held her by the waist and slowly pulled her closer. As their bodies touched, Toni closed her eyes and sighed. 'Why does this feel so right? I just want to keep holding her and not let go.' Toni buried her face in the blonde's neck and breathed in her scent. Laurel slightly shuddered feeling the breath of the brunette at her neck. She lifts her right arm and holds the head in place whilst spreading fingers over her hair. 'God! This feels so good!' The blond thought. Even the lyrics of the song begin to feel like it was made for them. 

I'll hold you and touch you and make you my woman 

I'll give you my love with sweet surrender

Tonight our hearts will beat as one

And I will hold you, touch you, and make you my woman tonight

There's something in your eyes I see

A pure and simple honesty

Hold me in your arms tonight 

Fill my life with pleasure

Let's not waste this precious time

This moment's ours to treasure

Hold me in your arms tonight

We'll make it last forever

When the morning sun appears 

We'll find a way together

I believe you when you say that you love me

Know that I won't take you for granted

Tonight the magic has begun

So won't you hold me, touch me, make me your woman tonight

There's something in your eyes I see

I won't betray your trust in me

Hold me in your arms tonight 

Fill my life with pleasure

Let's not waste this precious time

This moment's ours to treasure

Hold me in your arms tonight

We'll make it last forever

When the morning sun appears 

We'll find a way together

As the song ended, they both pulled back and looked at each other. "That is now officially my favorite song." Toni whispered. "Mine as well." The blond softly said as she rubbed the lower back of the brunette.

After the dance they both decided it was time to go. Laurel offered to bring home Toni and since she came in Deidre's car she accepted. When they reached Toni's apartment Laurel turned towards her, "Look I know that you are straight but there is something between us that I just can't explain. I don't know if you feel it as well but I really want to see where it will lead us." Looking at the brunette intently. "Would you....would you have dinner with me on Saturday?" she tentatively asked.

"I feel the same way." Laurel smiled at the response. "I have never felt anything like this with another woman. It's just a little scary for me since I don't know how my friends and especially my family might react." 

"All I'm asking for is the chance for us to get to know each other. Try to see where this will go, Toni." Laurel pleaded as she reached out and held the brunette's hand. "I don't want to just have sex with you. I want something deeper and I feel that I could have that with you."

After a month of Toni hesitating, it being her first time going out with another girl, they were exclusively dating each other. The first time they made love was so special and romantic since Laurel wanted Toni's first time with a woman to be memorable. She understood where Toni was coming from especially knowing the very conservative background of her girlfriend. 

Their first time together was in Laurel's apartment. The bedroom had lit lavender candles and their favorite song playing in the background. They started out slow dancing beside the bed. "You feel so good." Laurel said huskily. "You make me feel so many emotions I can't even think straight." Toni responded as she touched Laurel's face as if memorizing it. "Don't think just feel." The blonde slowly brought her head down to kiss Toni. 

Their lovemaking that night was slow and sensuous. Laurel was an unselfish lover in the way she patiently handled Toni's body. It was as if she was a symphony being played and when the crescendo was reached she was there to lovingly hold her as she wept from the beauty of the experience. 

After three months of being together and Laurel trying to persuade Toni to move in with her, things started to crumble. There were factors involved in contributing to the relationship's demise. The first one was the fact that Toni still had not told her family about them, while Laurel, on the other hand, introduced her to her family and even had Toni join her family for Thanksgiving. The second factor was Toni's officemate Chad who Laurel felt was forever flirting with her even when Laurel was around. During a lover's quarrel, Laurel once said angrily that Toni was just experimenting and given the chance would 'jump Chad's bones.'

Toni could still vividly picture Laurel's impassive face and hear her response on that horrible day six months ago. Laurel looked up at her from the bed they had shared on so many nights which she was now sharing with another woman and said in a cold voice when she cried out asking why: "You aren't worth it."

***

Present time....

The words still reverberated in her mind after all this time and her eyes glistened as she remembered the pain of that fateful day.

"Toni, it's Doug on line one and he says it's very important that he speak with you." Ems buzzed, bringing Toni back to the present.

"Yes Doug. What is so important that you would call me while you're supposed to be vacationing in sunny Florida?" Toni asked.

"I am so sorry to bother you, but remember the Forrester deal I was working on before I left? Well the buyers are insisting on signing the loan today instead of next week when I get back. It's either they sign now or they cancel buying the house. Please! Please! Could you just handle the transaction for me and I swear I will make it up to you." He pleaded.

"Where are the documents and what time are the clients arriving?" she asked without preamble.

"Umm... They are actually in the conference room and Lori has already given them the paperwork. All you have to do is sign off on the transaction." He stated.

"Wow! They must really want the house. Okay I will handle it from here. Just do me a favor and enjoy your vacation." She ordered.

"Thanks Boss! You're the best!" He shouted as he ended the call.

As Toni walked towards the conference room she saw Lori waiting for her just outside the door. Lori winked at her and said, "You're one lucky devil. The client is a hunk!" Toni raised her eyebrows and just shook her head at Lori as she pushed open the door. Mr. Forrester was sitting while his female companion was looking outside one of the windows. Lori introduced her to the client. "Mr. Forrester, this is Doug's boss who will be handling your transaction. Ms. Toni Stevens." After Lori's introduction two things happened at the same time. Mr. Forrester stood up from the chair and his female companion whirled around from her perusal out the window with a loud gasp. It was the latter that made Toni turn towards the sound and her whole world started to spin. "Oh my God! Laurel!"

"Miss Stevens, are you alright?" Mr. Forrester asked as he looked into the ashen face of Toni. 

"I have been feeling under the weather lately. Please call me Toni." She quickly replied and shook his hand. Making sure that she not look where Laurel stood. "Only if you call me Kyle." Then he turns to the window. "This is Laurel Parker , my lawyer."

Hoping that her face does not show anything, she turns and acknowledges Laurel with a slight smile and a nod. "Alright Kyle, If you could just sign on the following documents will have the paperworks processed and Lori here will give you the keys to your new home." Getting down straight to business wanting to make a hasty retreat. She tries to ignore the curious look that Lori is giving her which was easy for her. The hardest was trying to ignore the silent but searing look she was getting from Laurel across the table. 'Damn it! She's wearing the perfume I love on her!" She thought. 

"Well, now that the business side is done. Let's celebrate!" Kyle was exuberant when he finished signing all the documents. "Would you care to join us for dinner and drinks, Toni?"

"Umm... Thank you for the offer but I already have something planned." She tried her best to gracefully exit the room all the while wanting to hightail it out of there. "Congratulations on your new home, Kyle. Lori will be handling you from here." Shaking his hand once again and leaving. This time totally ignoring Laurel.

As soon as the door of her office was closed Toni slumped to her chair and put her head down on top her desk. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she was muttering to herself. Taking deep breaths trying to calm herself but to no avail. She jumps up grabs her purse and leaves the office.

***

"Alright! Alright already! Hold your horses!" Liz shouts as her doorbell kept ringing. She opens her door to a distraught Toni. "Hey Sis, I did say dinner and not tea right?" 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Toni enters the house heading straight for the sofa. Sitting down she hugs her stomach as if in pain and rocks her body back and forth. Liz sits on top of the coffee table across from her and holds her face up. 

"Sweetie! What's wrong? Are you hurt? Talk to me!" she checks Toni for any injury as she frantically asks. Really worried but not getting any response she decides to do something drastic. She slaps her sister.

'SLAP!'

If there was one thing that got Toni out of that mode it was the slap across the face. "OOWW!! God damn it! Why did you hit me, Liz?" she rubs her throbbing cheek.

"Well you were like a broken record and normally giving a little tap would fix the problem." She said sheepishly. 

"A tap?!? That was most definitely not a tap!" Toni argued. "Geesh! Have you thought of being a domme cuz you sure have the makings of being one." Moving her jaws to check if she broke anything.

"Who says I am not one with Ed?" Liz threw back with a smirk. "I'm sorry for the slap but you had me really worried." She apologized.

"Eeewww! Too much information sis! Somehow picturing your hubby with a collar is not a good thing." Toni shuddered. 

"Ok now that you are back to your old self, would you please tell me what is wrong?" Liz asked. 

"Oh God Liz! It's Laurel. She's here in Denver. Toni answered as her eyes glistened. 

"What?!? Why is she here? Where did you see her? Who was she with? Did she say something to hurt you?" Liz fired off. 

"Whoa! Hold on! I handled a transaction this afternoon and Laurel was the lawyer of the client. We were both surprised." Toni leaned back on the sofa suddenly feeling tired. "We didn't talk to each other. Once everything was done I left the office and rushed here."

"So you think she'll be staying or setting up her practice here in Denver?" Liz asked as she looked at her sister's face intently. Toni half smiles at her sister. "Forget about being a domme. You make one helluva good interrogator sis."

"Hey! I'm just worried about you kiddo." Liz tightly grabs Toni's hands. 

"I'm worried about me too." Toni said softly.

"Well all these emotions got me hungry. Let's eat now so we could be at the bar early." Liz jumps up from the coffee table and heads for the kitchen.

****

"Aww! C'mon Toni just this once have a spin around the dance floor with me." Madge, the raven haired butch asked her as Toni served her beer. For the last two months, Madge has been asking Toni to dance with her but she always lets her down easy. The butch was a loud drunk but harmless. "Now Madge be nice or I start serving you coffee." She threatened playfully. 

Toni had just given one of the waitress her order when Liz gave her a dollar to change into coins. "What do you need the change for?"

"Ed texted saying to check out the new album he placed on the jukebox. Calls it the 'mood motivator'. So I'm checking." Liz took the change and headed towards the machine.

Leaning her head around, but with her eyes still watching her sister, Toni asked a customer at the far end of the bar. "What's your order?"

"A midori sour please." Toni's world started to spin again. She closed her eyes for just a second before slowly turning to the origin of the familiar voice. "Hi Toni. Since when have you been a bartender?" Laurel asked trying to capture the brunette's eyes.

"Not long. Couple of months." Toni moves to the center of the bar to prepare the drink. As she was doing this she looks up to see Liz looking at her then at Laurel with a scowl on her face. She slightly shakes her head at her sister silently telling her to not do whatever it is she plans to do. Toni then saunters back to the blonde to give her order and get the payment from her. 

"Aren't you even going to say 'hi' or are you still going to pretend you don't know me, Toni?" Laurel asked as she took a sip from her drink. "I would say we knew each other pretty well in the three months we were together." She taunted.

"I was just following your lead, Laurel." As she looked at Laurel's face for the first time in six months. And before the blonde could respond Liz joins in. 




Worth It Completely



"Who's lead are we following? Do I get to join?" She stands beside Laurel and looks at her. "Hi! I'm Liz. Toni's sister and partner of this place." 

"You own this place?" Laurel looked from Liz then Toni. "Yep! It was Toni who sold me the idea and a pretty good one at that." Liz said with pride. "So what brings you to our side of the world, Laurel? You planning to move here and set up practice?" she asked the blonde.

"Liz! I don't.." Toni started to call off her sister but she was given the 'look' that even her husband and son is afraid of. "Go back to work sis the customers are waiting and that's bad for business." She growled. Toni sighs and turns around to leave them alone.

As Toni left, Laurel realizes something. "Wait! How did you know my name and what I do? We only just met." She asked. Somehow not wanting to know the answer.

"I knew of you six months ago when my baby sister called me to let me know she was in love. She also told me that she and her girlfriend would be coming over from LA to visit me so I could finally meet the woman she was sure she was going to spend the rest of her life with." Liz looked at Laurel straight in the eyes as she rattled off ignoring the 'gasp' that came from the blonde. "Then the next thing I know my sister comes over not to visit but to stay for good without you and here we are." She sees the expression on the blonde's face and the tears in her eyes. "So you want to tell me the missing parts of the story, Laurel?" She softly asked.

"Oh God! Oh God! I didn't know!" Laurel whispered. "I know I have no right to ask especially from you but you have to help me!" She pleaded to the smaller brunette. "Please!" Liz nods at her and gives her a big smile. "I am such a sap when it comes to a really good love story. Ok here is what we'll do.."

***

Toni grumbles as she parks her car in front of what looks like a log cabin. Her sister's car already there parked at the side of the house. Liz called her that morning to tell her to meet her here at 4 p.m. She wanted Toni's opinion on the place she was thinking of buying . It was a good thing she was given specific instructions or she would have ended up getting lost in these woods. As she got out of her car she took a deep sigh looking around at her surroundings. She always wanted to have a log cabin and to have someone to cuddle up to on those cold nights. 

She goes up to the porch and opens the door as she enters the view from the high windows overlooking the mountains takes her breath away . She hears movements in the kitchen but was too enthralled with the beauty of it all that she went straight for the window. "God! It's so beautiful. I could just stay here forever." She whispered.

"Yes beautiful. I would want to stay forever as well." That familiar voice said from behind her. She whirled around with her mouth open in shock. "What are you doing here? Where's Liz?" And before she could even get an answer it comes to her. "I'm going to kill Liz after I find her!" She starts heading out for the door.

"Wait Toni! Stop! Please! Don't be mad at her I asked her to help me." The blonde grabs Toni's arm before she could make it to the door. Fearing that if she did not stop her she would not be able to get another chance like this. Toni halts but her back is to her. She could feel the anger emanating from the brunette as she was taking deep breaths . She rubs her fingers up and down the arm she was holding hoping to calm her. "Please Toni! We need to talk." She pleaded.

Toni turns around and Laurel felt the jolt in her body as she sees the pain reflected on the brunette's face with tears swimming in her eyes. "Why? Why do you want to talk now? You didn't want to the last time we saw each other." Toni demanded. 

"So we could fix things between us. I want you back Toni. I want us to be together again..this time forever." Laurel said with tears in her eyes as well.

"You want me back? I remember you telling me in my face when you had another woman in your arms in our bed that I was not worth it!" Toni hugged herself while having her right hand over her aching chest. Trying to ease the hurt away. "Why would you want me back when I don't mean anything to you?!" She finally shouted at the end. 

"Wait! You have to know that nothing happened between me and the woman you saw in our bed. The moment you left I couldn't..I couldn't go through with it. And I lied when I said 'you are not worth it.' I just said it cuz I was hurt and I wanted to make you feel what I felt." The blonde explained. 

"What?! What did I ever do to you to?!" Toni demanded. 

"That day six months ago, I went to your office to surprise you and take you out for lunch. But when I got near your room I heard you and Chad talking about planning a romantic weekend together . I also heard him tell you to make sure I was to be told when you got home that night. Then I saw you hug each other." 

Toni's jaw just dropped as the tears she was trying to hold rolled down her cheeks. "Thank you! Thank you for trusting me and believing that I will never betray you with anyone let alone a man!" she sobbed. "I only ever loved you! You were my first in almost everything! I gave you everything! And just because you thought you heard my betrayal you threw me out like yesterday's garbage without having to talk to me!" as she angrily wiped the tears away. 

"What you heard was a conversation between two friends helping each other out with their respective partners." She sniffed. "He was bringing his girlfriend to that romantic weekend to propose to her . While I was supposed to finally tell you that I will be moving in with you and that I have spoken with my sister about us. That we were to have our own romantic weekend here at Denver when we visit her to meet you." 

"I'm sorry! Oh God I am so sorry Toni!" Laurel sobbed. She knelt in front of the brunette held on to her waist tightly and pressed her face into her stomach as the tears rolled. "Please! Please forgive me! I love you so much..so much it hurts. I've only been half alive these past months without you." She continued. "I promise to make it up to you. I swear to you just please come back to me and love me again."

There was only silence from Toni. Her body rigid that Laurel was so afraid to let go in case she decides to turn and leave. Suddenly she feels the brunette lift her face up look at her. "Damn you! I never stopped loving you!" Toni hugs her tightly to her body.

Laurel jumps up from her kneeling position and starts to kiss Toni all over her face. "Oh baby! I love you! I love you!" She kept saying as she backs her up the sofa. As she laid her down she kept her eyes on the brunette's face seeing the passion there. "I want to make love to you." She whispers. Without waiting for a response she lowers and kisses her lips. She palms Toni's breast sliding her hand up and down the aroused nipple. She does the same to the other breast. Toni groans as Laurel trails kisses down her neck and throat making her arch her torso into her. They stripped each other off and when their naked bodies aligned they both sighed. "You feel so good." Laurel groaned as she started suckling Toni's breast full into her mouth while licking the nipple. Her hands roams and moves in between their pussies. "Oh please!....please..." Toni begs spreading her legs. Laurel transfers to the other breast as her fingers spread and enters the hot core of the brunette. "You're so wet baby." She croons loving the feel of the wetness of her lover. She puts in two more fingers going a little bit faster as Toni starts to hump on her hand. "Uugghh! Yes! Faster baby please....I'm cumming." Laurel gasped when the brunette inserted her fingers in her cunt. "Cum with me! I want....yes....I want us to cum together." It may have been seconds or minutes but they did cum together. It was the strongest and loudest orgasm they both had since their last time together.

Toni woke up to Laurel gazing at her while stroking her face lovingly. "Hi there." She smiles up at the blonde. 

"Hey you. I love you..so much." Laurel whispers. 

"I love you too.. so much. Why are we whispering?" Toni asks gliding her fingers to the body beside her.

"I'm afraid." 

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid that if I get too loud I will wake up and find that this was all a dream." 

"Oh honey! C'mere!" Toni brings the blonde's body close to her and holds her tight. Burying her face at Laurel's neck. "I'm real and I love you." Rubbing her back as if soothing a child. 

"I want to stay here forever with you." Laurel said huskily.

Remembering where they are, Toni asks. "Umm... baby I would want that as well but this is not our place. I think we should start dressing up and leave should the owner come back." Then she heard Laurel giggle. "What? It isn't going to be funny when they see us like this."

Laurel looks at Toni and holds her face. "Honey, I am the owner."

"What? When? How? Why?" The blonde laughed out loud. "You know you really are sisters the way you fire off questions." She kissed her lover on the lips. "Okay let me see if I can answer all of them. Yes, I am the owner. well the new owner. I gave a check for the earnest money this morning and the rest will be given by the bank when I sign the documents first thing on Monday. Your sister helped me since she knows the previous owner of this place and the bank that will provide the loan. As for the 'why' part it's very simple, you once told me you wanted to have a log cabin in the woods to have someone cuddle with on all those cold nights. I wanted to be the one to give that to you especially the 'cuddling' part." She coyly said. Toni looked at Laurel with so much love and passion that the blonde had a hard time breathing

"Hold me."

"Always."

"Love me."

"Forever."



Worth It - Dos



The next morning, I woke up next to Darla and her hand was inches from my face, but only resting on my chest.

They say fingernails, not eyes, are the windows to the soul. If that was true, then Darla's soul was pink, shaped like rose petals but without variation to the curve, accented here and there with tiny red hearts painted in an arrangement that created the faint image of a larger heart on each nail. 

Think cutesy, soulless prettiness. Emptiness. 

A girl playing woman's games for a girl's reasons, with hearts on her nails that no real woman would suffer wearing.

I yawned. Maybe I stretched a little.

My first thoughts were that my night with Abby had been only a dream, which would have meant that I hadn't cheated on my wife Gabrielle after-all. 

For my still awakening brain, this was an easy thought to accept, but then I realized that Darla getting pounded by Ricky and following him to his bed would have had to have been a dream, too, because she wasn't in his bed now.

Unless she was in his bed, and I was too, having somehow joined them in my sleep.

God-knows-what-might-have-happened-between-that-stout-Latino-man-and-me.

I sat panicky-upright, looked around for him, didn't see him, checking under the covers around Darla's sleeping frame.

No Ricky anywhere. It was my bed, after-all. And Darla was in it too, her teenaged frame sprawled face-down next to me, flimsy baby-blue thong straps tied low around her fair hips, but still tied to her hips.

Effortlessly, her lithe arm stretched high, and then settled back down on my chest. She pulled herself an inch or two closer to me before giving up and drifting off.

So then, I started to think, maybe all I did last night was sleep in the same bed with Darla, without breaking my commitment to Gabrielle, or letting Abby take advantage of my needful erection. 

But then Abby stepped through the curtain, wearing the same black negligee she had worn last night. In the morning light, I realized that she was of Indian descent, though lighter-skinned than most Indians I had seen. She was also tall, long-legged.

Instant, needful arousal. Longing regret.

It seemed as if Abby noticed Darla first, and for a moment I thought I saw something like anger flash across her beautiful Indian face.

I thought she would do something much worse, but Abby only leaned over me, picked up Darla's white arm by the wrist - holding it as if it were a snake - and dropped it on the pillow. 

"I went to go use the phone," she said, "and I guess she came back while I was gone."

Still face-down, Darla made a small mewling noise and stretched her arm out once more, searching for my chest, but I sat upright, heaved my legs over the side of the bed and found that I was slightly wobbly.

"I need to make a call," I said as Abby traced down my torso with a warm finger, finding a thin trail of pubic hairs to follow right to the waistband of my thong. She knew I was going to call Gabrielle. I pulled on a robe and stepped through the curtains. 

Everything was fine until as I was walking away Abby said, "Roberto says hi."

Too weird for me. I kept walking and waved behind me.

But before I was out of earshot, she said, "He and Gabrielle were in the same bed last night. He said she couldn't stop talking about you."

I felt sick.

I needed to find the phone. 

A woman answered on the third ring, went to go get Gabrielle. Apparently the other house was already having breakfast and we hadn't even woken up yet.

I wondered if she had showered alone or with someone else.

Interrupting my rumination, Gabrielle picked up the phone. She sounded happy, aloof, unconcerned as if she had just heard a funny story at the dining room table.

I couldn't match her enthusiasm, but she didn't seem to notice. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Eating." In the background, someone said something and she laughed into the phone.

"So, how was last night?" I asked, my stomach dying like a cold fish in the hot air.

"Oh it was great! I was assigned to a bed with this funny little man who is staying faithful to his fiancée, too. We just talked and it was lots of fun!" My voice was quiet, a whisper. "You didn't do anything with him, did you?"

"No, of course not. I told you, I would never cheat on you."

Right, I thought, she really wouldn't cheat on me.

"Well, ok," she said. "I have to get back to breakfast."

"Wait," I was getting worried. "Don't you want to know what happened to me?"

"I know what happened to you." She said, and my stomach flopped in place. "You spent the night with Roberto's fiancée, Abby, and you were such a gentleman that you lay on top of the covers so there was no chance your bodies would touch. Abby told me. I love you a lot honey, but I have to go."

And she was gone.

When I hung up, Abby was standing right behind me. Her face was blushed and hot, as if she had just been crying. 

I wanted to ask her why, but all I could do was put my arms around her.

After a few moments of that, it made sense.

"You didn't tell Roberto did you?"

She shook her head no.

"You don't have any rules for cheating with Roberto, do you? You're not supposed to do anything with anyone else, are you?"

Again, she shook her head. Her eyelids were pressed tightly shut, but tears still squeezed between them, rolling down her cheeks.

"Then why did you lie to me?"

"Because I love you." She whispered the words. Whispered and shuddered.

"Do you have any idea what's going to happen when my wife finds out?"

She shook her head, more tears fell. Hot, moist breath on my shoulders. Evidently she hadn't thought that far ahead, and neither had I.

"Let's get something to eat." I said, "but I can't take a shower with you."

She nodded, smiling a little bit, but it was only a smile for me. As I led her into the bathroom, Ricky passed us heading towards the kitchen. Abby looked away from him and he looked at me, held a loose fist up to his mouth and pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. I was familiar with the expression; I had seen it used plenty of times in high school and even college by the perpetually adolescent.

He started laughing at his own blow job joke. 

There was a camera watching us. Nothing I could do that wouldn't get Gabrielle and I disqualified. I would have to deal with him later, maybe on one of the outdoor missions when the camera crew was elsewhere.

Of course it was a communal shower. I planned on jerking myself off to dampen the building tension, lessen the likelihood that I would mess up again. Fool me once, as the saying goes, and Gabrielle still takes me back. Fool me twice, and I lose Gabrielle forever.

Respecting my wishes, Abby went to the other end of the shower room, but after I turned the water on and put shampoo in my hair, I felt a hand gliding across my back.

I guess I have one of those builds that women can't get enough of. I was in the Marines for the first two years of marriage to Gabrielle. Not all Marines are big guys, of course, but I had a genetic predisposition towards accumulating muscle, and my body allots it well on my tall frame.

I'm 33, but I haven't gained any noticeable paunch, just gotten a little bit softer here and there.

"Hey, we had a deal," I said as I rinsed my hair under the shower stream.

She must have put soap on her hand, because it slid down my back, over my ass and between my legs, fondling my scrotum from behind. I shivered with pleasure and was rock hard. Her other hand softly followed the contours down my chest, over my abs, feeling my muscle as it flexed, lightly tickling underneath my dick with quick, knowing fingers.

"And what kind of deal was that?" a voice spoke, and I realized that it wasn't Abby, or Darla.

It was Ricky.