0 comments/ 180019 views/ 103 favorites Beth & Michael By: LSanders 1. Beth had been the girl of Michael's dreams for about as long as he had been interested in girls. She broke into his consciousness in middle school. Beth was coming out of the AP math classroom talking and laughing with a friend, and she plowed right into him. His books scattered. He was scrambling to grab his belongings when he saw them ... her legs. Beth Anderson had the best legs in the whole school -- in the whole world, as far as Michael was concerned. He was so entranced that he momentarily froze just staring at them. He was snapped back into reality by Kim Carson's, "Nice move, Emo!" Red-faced, he stood up and found himself eyeball-to-eyeball with the owner of those legs. Beth wrinkled her nose in embarrassment and said, "Sorry! Maybe I should try actually looking where I'm walking. Do you need some help?" "Uhm ... no ... I'm ... it's okay. It was just an accident." She gave him a cockeyed smile. "Yeah. I'm good at that." Michael just grinned. He was having a hard enough time keeping his breathing going. "Well ..." she said to break the awkward silence, "Guess I'll be off to wreck someone else's day." "Yeah. That'd be good," he blurted, so captivated by her beauty that he was paying no attention to her words. Her gaze turned quizzical, and she just answered with a slow, "Okay. Well ... off to English." Madison King, with whom she had been talking, was on the verge of rupturing an internal organ as she looked at Beth and took in this whole debacle. They continued down the hall, and Michael stared after them. He slowly came out of his fog long enough to recall the conversation. "That's be good!?" he said to himself in horror. "Jesus, what an asshole!," he remarked as he banged his forehead with his notebook. His classmates were walking past him, laughing and making numerous rude comments. It was certainly no surprise to him to discover at the opening football game that Beth was a cheerleader. One look at her leaping on the sidelines, and Michael knew he was never going to miss a game. He always planted himself in a prime Beth viewing area as he cheered on the mighty Hurricanes. He may not have been able to tell anyone the final score, but he could tell intimately describe every freckle, curve, and muscle on those incredible legs. For the next couple of years, Michael could only watch her from afar. The only class they managed to have together was biology. When Mr. Patterson, the teacher, began calling out lab partners, Michael actually started a silent prayer. It didn't work. He got Mason Speck with his chronic sniffling and world's largest braces. The summer between Michael's freshman and sophomore year in high school was the summer he discovered that God heard his prayers after all. Beth's family was suddenly in need of a bigger house because her grandmother was moving in with them following the death of her grandfather. Of all places, they picked the vacant house right across the street from Michael's family. Since Beth liked to run and Michael was on the track team, they started going on runs together. They'd talk and laugh. Michael gradually loosened up around her, and they became friends. In fact, their families also got to know each other, and they would frequently get together for barbecues or pizza. Michael's dad was an ex-Marine, and Bill Anderson followed him around like a little kid asking him questions and listening to his stories. Beth's grandmother reminded Michael a lot of his own grandmother, who lived so far away that he rarely got to see her. Michael bonded quickly to Grandma Carrie and vice versa. Beth adored her grandmother and would often just sit in the background and watch Michael talk to Carrie. He was so kind and caring toward her, that Beth was deeply touched. Over that summer, they became best friends. Once school started, Beth certainly didn't suffer from a lack of companions. Such was the life of a cheerleader, but none of her girl friends really held a candle to Michael. She learned to trust him, to admire him, and he became the one person with whom she could share any thought or feeling and know he wouldn't judge her. They shared friend stories and school stories. They also shared dating stories, but Beth had a lot more stories than Michael. Beth at one time or another had dated Scott, the starting quarterback; Ben, the starting point guard; Kelly, the star pitcher on the baseball team; and a host of other assorted jocks. The top athletes in the major sports were high school male royalty, and the cheerleaders were the female equivalent. Michael was on the tennis team and ran track, but since he wasn't one of the studs in one of the major sports, he always figured Beth was just way out of his league when it came to dating. Michael's longest-term girlfriend was Katie French. She was cute and funny and a talented actress and musician. She had dreams of working on Broadway some day, and Michael thought she might just have a chance. They dated for about a year but just seemed to drift apart over the summer. Michael was a little sad, but, frankly, every girl came up short when compared to Beth anyway. So, he really wasn't all that heartbroken. Still, Beth invited him over for a night of chocolate chip cookies and movies as soon as she heard about it. She was always there when he needed her. The best and worst time for Michael came during summer pool time. His family put in a pool in the spring of Michael's sophomore year. So, his house basically became Beth's house in the summer. They even gave her a key of her own to the gate around the pool. She never used it though. She didn't feel right going swimming without Michael there, but she appreciated the gesture. Beth had three bikinis and all of them were killers. She would usually come over around noon. The routine was basically the same. They'd lube themselves up with sunscreen, decide on their music for the day, put together some snacks and drinks, and spend the rest of the day sunning and splashing. Michael was truly in heaven, but it wasn't uncommon for him to find the need to dream up some excuse to go inside and secretly "relieve himself," before his package delivered an embarrassing surprise. "Great. I've become Judge Reinhold," he said to himself, in reference to the famous Phoebe Cates scene in "Fast Times at Ridgemont High." Though Beth's legs would always be Michael's favorite feature, every inch of her was now vividly burned into his memory. She had silky, straight chestnut hair that cascaded down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. It was peppered with highlights of both coffee and honey. She usually kept in a pony tail that often stuck out of the back of a Cardinals baseball cap, which had been her dad's passion since he was a kid. Her skin was naturally a light peach color, but she always tanned easily. So, in the summer, it turned a deep, golden brown. She had long, dark eyelashes; almond-shaped, milk chocolate eyes; topped with thin, slightly arched eyebrows. When she embarked onto one of her stories, he would get so lost in them she would sometimes have to snap her fingers and announce, "Earth to Michael," which was always followed by a smirk and an eye roll. She had an angular face with high cheekbones and a buttery complexion. He couldn't ever remember seeing a single blemish on her. Her nose was pert ... straight and narrow and fit her face perfectly. Her lips were lush and full, carnation-colored, and virtually always in some stage of a smile. Beth was not only funny; she was one of the happiest people he knew. Michael never tired of watching her face explode into a sunrise whenever she laughed. Beth had a long, feminine neck and a sleek, toned body. In addition to cheering, she had spent a few years studying gymnastics and ran five miles every day. Trim broad shoulders; toned, muscular arms; and a strong back led down to chiseled abs. Her hips sloped into a classic hourglass shape. Her ass was firm and smooth and rounded either a bikini or jeans to equal perfection. The hours she spent running, jumping and tumbling were most noticeable in those Beth legs. Her legs weren't just slim; they were the legs of an athlete. She had a prominent delta at the top of her thighs. Her muscles were taut and well-defined. He loved the way arc of her calves led down to sleek ankles and long, slender feet. Even her willowy toes were sexy. Since Michael's parents both worked, he and Beth always had the house to themselves on weekdays. Beth hated seeing tan lines underneath her clothes, so one day she sprang the idea of topless sunbathing on him. She explained that she felt so completely comfortable around him that she had no fear of him seeing her body ... but ... she would never ever do anything that would make him uncomfortable or would in any way harm their friendship. Michael considered the request while he struggled to keep his head from exploding. He gave an Academy-Award-winning performance in the calm manner way in which he said it would really be no different than seeing his sister without her top. Beth beamed, thanked him, and even gave him a kiss on the cheek for being so understanding. He made sure he was sitting when she untied the straps of her top, tossed it on a table and began to apply a liberal coating of sunscreen over her pert mounds. Michael did his best to appear nonchalant, but Beth did notice that he casually draped a towel over his lap and smiled knowingly. Beth's breasts were as firm as the rest of her. They had a slight cone-shape and rose high off her chest. She had small, round, coral areolas that sat on the upper third of her b-cup and had few bumps. Dimpled carnation buds emerged from the center and jutted out for nearly and inch. He had admired those nipples for a long time, because they always seemed to be at attention. Michael had spent many a masturbatory hour fantasizing about how they would feel in his fingers and taste on his tongue. Michael had also caught glimpses of her lower stairway to heaven. One of her bikini bottom poofed out in the front, and he had been able to get a bird's eye view of the area above her vagina on a few occasions. He learned that she kept her pubic hair pretty much shaved and left just a thin patch of trimmed curls leading down to her sexual port. Though he didn't have a complete view of her loveliness, he had seen enough of the outline of vaginal lips through her wet bikini bottoms to know she was as perfect there as everywhere else. Michael sometimes speculated that it might be just as well that he hadn't sampled her treasure because in doing so it was possible he'd expire on the spot from sheer delight. On this particular July day, the sun was an absolute oven. It was 98 degrees and sultry. The pool was their only refuge. Michael made a giant pitcher of iced tea, brought out some fruit, and they quickly assumed their usual positions on the lounges after applying thick coatings of sunscreen. Beth had been quiet today, like she was lost in thought. She had only recently gone through a messy breakup with her latest boyfriend, who had practically leapt into the open arms (and legs) of Carol Strum. Carol was no saint. She had big boobs, a big mouth, and a reputation for giving it away freely. Beth had been hurt by Steve's abrupt exit the moment Carol's stable became empty. She hadn't realized he was so shallow, or hadn't wanted to admit it. Michael was half asleep when she blurted out, "Michael, do you think I'm sexy?" He had to shake his head to make sure this wasn't one of his fantasy dreams. "Excuse me?" "You heard me. Am I sexy?" she asked, sitting up and looking straight at him. "Beth, half the guys in school dream about being with you, and the other half are gay." "Come on, Michael. I'm serious. Am I sexy? You can't get out of this by being glib. I want to know what you really think" Michael now sat up and looked into her penetrating eyes. She wasn't joking. "Why are you asking me this?" "Why are you avoiding a simple answer to a direct question?" "Beth, you are ... beautiful. You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen." "Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm cute. What about sexy? What about the drooling and losing sleep kind of sexy that guys are always looking for?" "Okay, I'm lost here, Beth. What is this about ... that bimbo, Carol?" She threw the sunscreen at him. "You're a lot of help!" "Wait! Wait!" He reached out and took her hands in his and turned her toward him. "Okay, I'm sorry. I've just been caught a little off guard here." "Yeah, well -," she sat back in a huff with her arms folded. He reached for one of her hands and pulled her chair toward him. "Beth, you're the best friend I've ever had and probably ever will have." She rolled her eyes and tried to break free, but he tightened his grip. "Listen to me. Stop and just let me finish. You're an amazing person. You're breath-taking and talented. You're smart and funny. You're sensitive and caring. You make GREAT chocolate chip cookies!" She smirked but kept herself from laughing. "You are absolutely everything any normal, decent guy could ever hope to have in his wildest dreams. Are you sexy? Are you kidding? God, you are without any doubt the sexiest girl I've ever seen, known, heard of, or dreamt about. You are perfect." She pulled hard and did break free. Then, she stood and paced as she talked. "Well, if I'm so damn irresistible, how come guys like Steve toss me aside and grab the first big-boobed, hooker tramp ... like Carol ... they can find?!" "'Cause they're so thick, scientists are gonna have to invent a whole new category of stupid just for them ... and they're way too much in love with themselves to ever love anyone else. You know, every time something good happens to me, you're there to share it and to make it even better. When shitty things happen, you're there to pick me up and to let me know I don't have to deal with it on my own. I don't have to wonder; I know you've got my back. "Beth, I know you don't have a clue how gorgeous and amazing you are or we wouldn't even be having this conversation. But, let me tell you, when you look in the mirror and see that perfect body and that dazzling face, you are only seeing about one-millionth of one percent of your total beauty. And, and if guys like stupid Steve Masterson are such dickheads that they can't see that, they don't even deserve to talk to you, much less date you!" Michael had now gotten himself so worked up he was now marching up and down, waving his arms and shouting. "You know, I'm not sure if the people over on Canyon Circle heard you. Maybe you stop being so constrained," she said as a way of breaking the tension. "Yeah ... well. It just ... I mean, dammit, Beth, I get really pissed off when I see you get hurt by another low-life loser like Steve or Scott or whatever ass-wipe is responsible this week. And, if I wasn't so worried about embarrassing you, I'd happily kick the living shit out of every single one of those douche bags!" he shouted, still pacing rapidly. Beth walked over to him and snatched his hands. "Hey, Rocky Balboa, thanks for offering to beat up all the losers in my life," she said with a grin, "but I think I'd rather have you here than in jail, if that's okay." He did smile but he was still furious. Then, she threw his hands down, put her hands on her hips and said in mock irritation, "And what about me? I've been having a pretty terrific pity party for myself for the past couple of days, and you, mister, have just ruined the whole thing! I mean, how's a girl supposed to feel crappy about herself with YOU storming around making her me feel like hot stuff!'" "You ARE hot stuff -- and-" "Shhhhhhh. I know. To you, I am hot stuff." He started to argue again, and she put her finger to his lips to stop him. "And, that's good enough for me. Really. I mean that." She hugged him tightly. "Thanks, Rocky." "For what?" "For listening to me be crazy. For threatening to beat up all the dickheads in my life. For actually making me feel special. For just loving me." "Well ... you are pretty hard to love." "I know," she said with her cheek still pasted to his chest. Uhh ... I was kidding." She hugged him tighter. "I know." They stayed like that for a long time. Michael always had a way of making her feel safe and exceptional. She hung onto him with all her strength. He rested his cheek on top of her head and held her tightly too. She never ceased to be amazed at what an incredible guy he was. He was certainly going to make some girl very happy. 2. It was late in the 4th quarter, and Michael's Hurricanes were down by 10. It didn't look good for the home team this time. At 4th and 13, Scott Larsen found Benny Chamberlain all alone on a fly pattern. He sailed a perfect pass over the defenders and watched Benny stroll into the end zone untouched. There were only 32 seconds left, and everyone knew an onside kick was coming. The kick was perfect. It hit the ground and bounced high into the air about 12 yards downfield -- unfortunately, right into the tall, outstretched hands of 6'10" Carl Laramie, the part-time football receiver and All-County forward on the Mustangs basketball team. The Hurricane defenders looked like little kids trying to swat something from a grown-up. Game over. The crowd was crushed. The loss meant they wouldn't be in the playoffs this year. Beth was also disappointed, but she was more concerned about the pissy mood Scott would be in later. They had started dating again, against her better judgment. Michael watched from afar, as usual. He could never understand why Beth continued to date shit-for-brains morons. Oh, well ... nothing he seemed to be able to do about it. Beth was supposed to meet Scott at a party that night at Larry Kovacs' house. Most of the team would be going, which meant plenty of beer and plenty of testosterone. She wasn't sure she could handle too much of either tonight. She didn't usually fix people up, but tonight, she arranged for Michael to take Annie Peters to the same party. She figured she could always bum a ride home if things got too weird. Annie was also a cheerleader. She was blonde and cute and one of the few girls on the squad who actually had a working brain. Part of her hoped the two of them would hit it off; part hoped they wouldn't. Michael only agreed to go out with Annie because Beth pleaded with him with those irresistible umber eyes. He consented but knew he was going out with the wrong cheerleader. Michael and Annie drove Beth to the party. They arrived before most of the team got there, but the drinking had definitely commenced. Mason Jennings was peeing off the front porch and letting out a war cry as they walked up to the house. "Classy," Annie said as she rolled her eyes. "You know, they say the burning will go away with penicillin," she yelled at Mason as she walked past. "Huh?" he stammered in dumb response, as he turned and peed on his own shoes. Michael and Beth both cackled. Maybe Annie wouldn't be so bad after all, Michael thought. Upon entering the house, they surveyed the chaos, and Annie said, "Didn't I see this party in 'Animal House?'" "Yeah ... in the deleted scenes," Michael answered. Just then a drunk, topless girl ran jiggling past them and was being chased by an even drunker guy with a pirate eye patch, Valentine boxers, and cowboy boots. "Was that Aaron Miles?" Beth shouted to be heard above the din. "Yeah. That explains a lot," Annie replied. "If he can't manage to catch a slow-witted naked girl, how's he going to catch passes next week against Brainard? Listen, I'm gonna find a quiet place to vomit, so save me a seat, okay?" Then, she sauntered off in search of an unoccupied bathroom. "So, what do you think?" Beth eagerly asked Michael. Beth and Michael Michael was away on a business trip, and Beth hadn't seen his face in a week. It would be another week before he would be home, but she was going to finally be able to have a one-on-one webcam chat with him. They had been planning it for a few days, and unbeknownst to him, she had been making a few extra arrangements. That morning, Beth all but jumped out of bed when her alarm went off at 9:00 a.m., and although she had about twelve hours before her webcam call with Michael, she started getting ready. She took a long, hot shower, taking care to wash her body and shave the important places below her neck. She washed and scrubbed and caressed every inch of her skin and her long raven hair. By the time she had finished in the shower, an hour had passed, and she was suddenly grateful that she was one of the most highly demanded and most well-paid designers in the country (even though she was only 25). Therefore, she really didn't have to worry about her bills. She grinned to herself as she reflected on this and was jolted out of her reverie as her phone started ringing, and she saw that it was the owner of the lingerie shop she frequented quite often. "Hey Celia!" She smiled as she answered. "Is my special order ready?" "Hi Beth!" came the cheery voice on the other end, "Yeah it's ready, come by whenever you want to pick it up. See ya soon?" "Okay thanks! See ya soon, bye!" Beth chirped her reply before hanging up. She ate a quick breakfast and brushed her teeth before throwing on a casual t-shirt and jeans, then she grabbed her purse, phone, and keys and walked out to her ruby red Convertible. She sped off into town with the top down and the music loud, partly to calm her nerves and partly because she had it on her favorite Pandora station. She stopped for her favorite coffee drink from Starbucks and to pick up a package from the post office, a package that contained something she knew Michael would love seeing her use, then to use it on her when he got home. She grinned impishly to herself as she tucked it between her two front seats before heading to the lingerie shop. She parked and walked in and quickly found Celia, exchanging a few pleasantries with her before asking for her order. Celia recommended she try it on to make sure it fit, and Beth agreed and went back to a dressing room. She put everything on and admired her reflection in the mirror. The lingerie consisted of an intricately detailed rosy pink bra with a matching see-through lace teddy, garter belt with stockings, and panties, all except the stockings made of a rich, expensive silk. The cut of everything accentuated her curvy 5'3" frame, and the bra comfortably nestled her 44C breasts, giving her pleny of cleavage she knew Michael wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of. She loved the way the color contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and seemed to make her hazel eyes a shade or two lighter. After modeling her look for Celia and the few other employees (mostly male) there, who all voiced their approval with wolf whistles and applause, which made Beth blush, she carefully put everything back in the box, got dressed, paid for everything, and headed home, picking up lunch along the way. Upon arriving home, she put her lunch in the oven and set herself to tidying up the bedroom. Neither eating lunch nor cleaning up took her very long, and she was frustrated when the clock showed that not as much time had passed as she would have liked. She did a few mundane things she'd been meaning to catch up on and hashed out a few sketches for a client, and she started getting dolled up at around 6:30 p.m., giving her about two and a half hours. She fixed her long, wavy hair into a loose bun that she could let loose by pulling out a few pins - which was incidentally Michael's favorite style on her - and did simple makeup which consisted of smoky eyeshadow and liner, mascara, a touch of blush, and a rosy pink lipstick that matched her lingerie, which she put on next and decided to go without shoes. "Damn, I look good!" She grinned at her reflection before putting on a robe and positioning her laptop at the perfect angle on the bed. She glanced at the clock again - 8:33 p.m. - and decided to eat a quick dinner and brush her teeth again, then she remembered the package she still had in her car. She retrieved it and a few other things and looked at the clock. It read in bold green numbers that looked almost beautiful to Beth '9:00 p.m.' It was finally time! Sure enough, right on time, her laptop screen lit up with the popup that Michael was requesting a video call with her. Beth did one last mirror check and sank down onto her knees on the bed before accepting his call. "Hey beautiful." Michael's smiling face flled the screen and Beth swooned at the sight of his piercing blue eyes, his lightly tanned skin, his ruggedly handsome features framed by his touchably soft light brown hair that reached the tops of his cheekbones. "Hi handsome." Beth couldn't help but grin like a middle school gil with a crush as she wiggled her fingers in a wave and bit her lip. She longed to throw herself into his arms and kiss him. "I've missed you so much" she murmured as she shook her head slightly and sighed. "I've missed you too, babygirl." Then he raised an eyebrow and added "Why don't you show me what you have on under that robe?" Without uttering another word, Beth stood up and turned the laptop so that he had a clear view of her. She undid the sash on her robe and slowly, teasingly shrugged out of it, wiggling her hips as she went. Then she let it drop to the floor, forming a little pool around her stockinged feet. She grinned as she saw the look of desire and longing and lust-filled astonishment on his face, and she blushed as his eyes grazed over her every curve while she turned in a slow circle, purposely arching her back a bit. "Do you like what you see?" she asked with a look of teasing playfulness on her face. "Yes, yes I do, very much." he breathed. Beth wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a hint of a growl in his voice. The look on her face changed to deliberate teasing as she untied the teddy and let it fall to the floor next, watching his non-blinking eyes drinking her in. She smirked as she continued slowly stripping, caressing her skin and arching her back as she moaned softly at the thought of his hands in place of hers on her exposed body. When she was completely naked save for her garter belt and stockings, she turned the laptop back to its original angle and slowly sank back down onto the bed, sitting with her legs slightly spread. "Damn baby, you still affect me so much even after three years of being married. Do you want to see what you've done to me, you little minx?" Beth nodded eagerly, making Michael grin almost ferally as he tilted his webcam down and took his thick, hard cock out of his pants and boxers. Beth's jaw dropped as she ached to have him inside of her. "I wish you could be inside me now, Michael, I need you..." Beth's voice trailed off and her plea ended in a gasp as she gently pinched her nipples and pulled them slightly. She didn't wait before taking her new toy - a dildo shaped and sized exactly to look like Michael's cock - and sucking almost all of it into her mouth. She paused long enough to murmur in a lust-filled voice "I wish this were you instead, I long to feel your body pressing against mine, your hands roaming over my skin, your cock stretching and filling me, your breath on my neck as you tell me you love me and need me." "God Beth, I want that too. I can't stand being away from you." This time Beth knew she heard a growl in his voice. Michael groaned as he slowly rubbed his cock, his mouth agape as he watched Beth suck on her new toy. "I can't either, I ache for you." she bit her lip and moaned as she inserted the toy into her warm, wet pussy. She panted and moaned and breathed Michael's name as she fucked herself, growing wetter as she watched Michael stroke his cock seemingly in rhythm with her own thrusts. She stopped long enough to grab their favorite ball gag and let her hair loose before putting the gag in her mouth and fastening it snugly around her head. She then reached for a small vibrator the size of a tube of lipstick and lay back on the bed, scooting up until she felt her ass pressing lightly against the edge of her laptop. She had a fleeting thought of being glad she hadn't used her 'good' laptop. She grinned to herself as she heard Michael gasp at seeing her wet pussy up close. She let out a muffled moan into the gag as she pressed the small vibrator to her clit and turned it on, and a few seconds later, she resumed fucking herself with the toy. Before long, she couldn't stand the feeling of the toy filling her combined with the vibrator pressed against her clit and still combined with the thought of Michael watching her and getting off to what she was doing. Her body arched and shook as she screamed into her gag when an intense orgasm ripped through her. Another orgasm was automatically triggered before the first one had finished as she heard Michael warning her that he was about to cum. The couple came in unison, then Beth collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. She slowly, gingerly moved so that she could see Michael's face, pleased to see his look of satisfaction and his wide grin with an undertone of longing. "That was pretty damn incredible, babygirl. I hope you know that when I get home, I am going to tie you down to that bed and ravage you and fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week." "Mmmmm" Beth purred contentedly as she removed the gag and a shiver ran through her body. "I know, and that means I did my job right." Her expression changed from one of impish playfulness to one of primal need as she spoke again, her voice giving away how aroused she was already getting again "Is there any way you can shorten your business trip and come home to me?" "I wish there was, baby. I'll have to see. For now, I have to go. My co-worker has been nagging me to finish up this presentation we've been working on, and we've been on for an hour already, and you are very distracting. Not that that's a bad thing!" he quickly added as Beth looked briefly hurt, "But the sooner I get things finished here, the sooner I'll be home. I definitely don't like being away from you like this." "Okay" beth pouted slightly "I just miss you. I'll text you in the morning?" "Sounds good, love. I hope you have sweet dreams. Goodnight." He smiled as he blew her a kiss. "Goodnight Michael, I love you so much." Beth caught his kiss and returned the favor with one of her own. "I love you too, my beautiful, sexy Elizabeth." Michael murmured with a loving smile before ending their call. Beth sighed longingly as she shut off the laptop, set it back on her desk, and readied herself for bed. It was going to be a long week. She grinned to herself and nestled comfortably under the covers as she thought and dreamed of what she would send and say to him throughout the week until he came home. Beth & Michael: Challenges Saturday morning was Michael's favorite time. Beth was usually a light sleeper, but she had been up until 2:30 working to finish a paper due Monday in her world history class. Because of the late night, Michael was able to silently slip out of bed. He drove to Beth's favorite bakery and picked up fresh croissants. Then, he went to the farmer's market and picked out an assortment of berries and fresh squeezed orange juice. Michael also picked out a bouquet of flowers. His final stop was the Java Hut. Beth liked their coffee best. Back at home, Michael fixed breakfast for the two of them and laid it our on a tray. He spread the remainder out on the table for Keith and Kelly. Michael peeked into the bedroom, and Beth was still asleep. "Perfect," he thought. Michael set the tray on a portable table next to Beth, took off all of his clothes and climbed into bed next to her. He just sat there for the longest time watching her sleep; watching her breathe; studying every delicate detail of her beautiful face. Finally, he scooted down under the blankets and gently wrapped his arms around her. "Mmmm ... that feels good," she sighed, still half asleep. "You're supposed to be asleep," he whispered as he brushed her soft brown hair from her face. "I can't sleep when you're gone. Where did you go so early?" "Open your eyes," he said. Beth was lying on her side with her back to Michael, so when she opened her eyes, she was staring directly at the morning surprise he collected for her. She smiled. "You're way too good to me, you know." "That's not possible," he said as he kissed the back of her head. She turned her head toward him and kissed his cheek. "Morning breath," she said in explanation. Michael just chuckled. He knew all about her paranoia concerning morning death breath. She sat up and propped pillows behind her back. Michael stretched over her to get the tray and place it on the bed. When he did, his package dangled in front of her face. Beth arched her eyebrow, grabbed a handful and kissed his penis. "You're going to wake him up, and then there will be hell to pay, young lady," he said with mock seriousness "Promise?" she said in her little girl voice. "Everything's going to get cold, you know," he said grinning. "Not everything," she remarked, giggling. Michael set the tray back on the table and started kissing Beth's neck and her ears. She rubbed his cock until he was massively hard. Michael skipped a few of the normal preliminaries and dove head-first into her sex. He was very ready to plunge into her, and he knew the quickest way to get her dripping wet was to attack her sex with his tongue. After a few urgent passes of his tongue up and down her slit, he went straight for her clit. Beth gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling him in tighter. He felt the tempo of her breathing grow more frantic. His mouth was soon rewarded with a flood of her nectar. By now, they knew each other's rhythms so well that he knew when she was ready for him. Michael moved between her welcoming thighs, which eagerly wrapped around his torso. He aimed his tumescence at her tunnel and ventured inside. As he entered her pussy with his dick, he simultaneously attacked her mouth with his tongue. He knew all concerns about morning breath would now have evaporated. He smiled to himself as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Michael's plunges were deep and deliberate. He knew that she loved being probed deeply during these early morning fucks, so he concentrated on maneuvering his manhood so he could maximize the reach of his cock. Beth was in heaven. She stopped kissing him so she could concentrate on feeling his entire length slide in and out of her. She loved feeling the hair from his ball sack tickle the area between her pussy and her anus. She loved the feeling of being so full of Michael that they felt like they were one person. She ... she loved Michael. When Beth felt the head of Michael's dick grow inside her, she used her muscular legs to pull him in and tightly as possible. As soon as Michael began draining his balls inside her, her orgasm ignited. There was nothing like cumming together to begin the day and the weekend. She was looking forward to a nice breakfast, to more cuddling under the blankets, and to several more lovemaking sessions. Yes, this is going to be a perfect Saturday, she thought. Once their initial lovemaking had ended, Michael, propped up the pillows behind him, pulled her up to his chest and maneuvered the tray on his lap as his happy penis deflated. "Mmmm ... my favorite coffee, fresh croissants, berries ... and fresh-squeezed orange juice. I can't wait to polish this off and spend the rest of the day with your beautiful penis inside me," she said as she hugged him. "That may be a little difficult," Michael replied. Beth stopped putting jam on her croissant and looked at him quizzically. Michael reached over to his nightstand and placed two plane tickets to New York on her lap. Beth raised her eyebrows and stared open-mouthed from him to the tickets. "What's this all about?" she asked. Michael's smile broke all over his face. "I've got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?" Obviously, the bad news wasn't that bad, so she asked for that first. "We will not be able to make love all day. However, we will be able to make love tonight in New York City ... if you don't mind missing a couple of days of classes." "If that's the bad news, what on earth is the good news?" "I have a meeting on Monday with a publisher," he said as he tried to look nonchalant, chomping on his croissant. "A publisher? For what?" "I have been working off and on, writing a science fiction novel for a couple years. It was just a hobby, really. I never in a million years thought about publishing it. In fact, I never told anyone about it ... even you, because it was just something I did for fun ... for me. Then, one day, I read about this guy who went from being a law student one day to being a published author the next. He quite school and has been a writer ever since. And, I don't know, I bought a couple of books on getting your work in front of agents, and, well, I found one who likes my stuff. He got a publisher interested, and ... We're going to New York -- TODAY!!" Beth was dumbfounded. "Michael ... That's ... That's amazing!" "So, can you go? It'll make it SOOOOOO much better if you're with me? Please?" "Yeah ... sure. I'll give Katrina notes to give my professors explaining what's happening and asking them to give me assignments for the two days," she said almost to herself. Then, she turned and grabbed Michael in a huge hug. "I'm so proud of you!" In their commotion, the tray tipped and fell to the floor with a huge crash. In a moment, they heard heavy feet hit the floor and coming barreling toward their bedroom. Keith burst through the door. "Hey, I heard a loud crash. Is everyone alright?" Beth and Michael were giddy and hugging. Keith saw the tray and all its contents splayed across the floor. They looked at him and saw his massive cock still at mostly full mast and shiny with Kelly's pussy juice. They looked at each other started howling. Keith looked down at himself and realized what caught their attention. He rolled his eyes. "I thought someone was hurt," he explained. It made no difference. They were laid out on the bed in convulsions. Kelly came in to see what was happening. She looked at Keith for an explanation. "It seems our coitus interruptus is a source of humor for our dear friends," he explained with a mildly disgusted look on his face. Kelly looked down at his softening, but still impressive, shiny tree trunk and began trying to stifle a laugh herself. "Yes, you're right. There's nothing funny about any of this." Then, she broke down laughing too. "I'm glad I could bring all of you so much humor," he said shaking his head. Everything he said only made them laugh harder. Kelly walked over and collapsed on their bed. Keith rolled his eyes and took his jack hammer back to his bedroom. When the trio regained their composure, they explained the news to Kelly. She shrieked and hugged them both. Keith came back into the room and asked what the fuss was about now. "Are you serious?" he shouted once they filled him in and a big grin spread across his face. He walked over and gave Michael a beefy paw to shake. "Dude, that's fantastic! When do you go?" "Today. The plane leaves at 3:00," Michael replied. Keith looked at the clock and did some quick calculations. "We'll take you to the airport, which means we have just enough time to finish our business, get something to eat, and rush off." "Relax. Look at the kitchen table," Michael said. Keith and Kelly walked over and saw the spread Michael had prepared for them. They both smiled at each other and then at Michael, who had his hands behind his head with a big grin on his face. Keith picked up Kelly in his massive arms. "Thanks, man," he said to Michael. "Maybe now we can get two in before we have to leave," he said to Kelly. As they were leaving Beth's and Michael's bedroom, she said to them, "I would complain about him always thinking with his dick, but it is the biggest part of his body!" Beth and Michael looked at each other and nodded. ---------- "Holy crap!" Beth exclaimed as they entered the lobby of the Hotel Regent off Central Park West. "I think it was a good decision to come along!" "No kidding," Michael answered as he was taking it all in. "Checking in, sir?" asked the chipper man behind the lobby desk. "Yes. You should have a reservation for Barrett," Michael answered. He checked the computer. "Yes, sir. Pendant Publishing notified us they will be covering all expenses, including meals, hotel amenities and room service." He completed the check-in and handed Michael a set of computer cards. "Ward, will you escort Mr. Barrett and his guest to their room? They're in 2107." "Overlooking the Park. Excellent! Please follow me, sir ... ma'am." "Oh, Mr. Barrett, Pendant also included all gratuities, so Ward's services are already paid." Michael calmly thanked the desk clerk. As they were walking toward the elevators, he looked at Beth and mouthed, "Can you believe this?" The desk clerk just smiled. They were blown away by their room. It was a couple of floors from the top, and was a small suite. The view from the huge window was like something from a storybook. Ward gave them a lay of the land, arranged their luggage for them, asked if they need anything else, welcomed them to the Big Apple and left. "You know what makes me the happiest?" she asked him after a long kiss. "What?" "They wouldn't be doing all of this if they weren't really psyched about your book. I'm so happy and proud of you," she said, looking up into his eyes. "I'm pretty psyched too, but none of this even comes close to the time when you said you loved me for the first time. THAT, Ms. Anderson, still tops my list of all-time great moments," he said staring at the molasses pools of her eyes. "Are you trying to seduce me ... just a small-town girl here for her first night in the big city?" "I'm damn sure trying," he said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. "We've got 57 minutes until our dinner reservations. Up for a quickie?" he asked as he laid her on the bed. She reached down and grabbed his growing package. "It looks like you're UP for it." "Always," he said as he kissed her. They began tearing each other's clothes off and happily humped until they had to jump into the shower. Pendant arranged for them to have dinner at the rooftop restaurant overlooking the Manhattan skyline and the park. They ordered steaks, salads, and Italian sparkling water. Afterward, they went to the bar for dessert and danced to the soft jazz of an amazing trio of musicians. Later, in their room, they fell asleep in each other arms. The next morning, they put on their running gear and headed for the Park. The concierge told them that as long as they stayed in the populated areas, they would be safe. They ran for 45 minutes, stopped in City Café for coffee and hurried back to the hotel to shower and get ready for a brunch meeting with Michael's agent. Upon entering the Regent's main dining room, they told the host they were meeting Peter Laugherty. "Ah, yes. Right this way, sir." "Michael, it's good to finally meet you in person," said a trim, smiling man in his late 40s as they approached his table. "Hi, Peter," Michael replied, shaking his hand. "This is Beth Anderson. Beth, this is Peter." Peter shook her hand and remarked, "If you don't mind my saying so, Beth, Michael mentioned that he was bringing his girlfriend, but he neglected to tell me how stunning you are." "Thank you," she said shyly. "Are you a writer too?" "No. Just a struggling pre-med student," she answered as the host helped Beth into her chair. "Thank you, Parker," Peter said to the host. "Constance will be taking care of you today, Mr. Laugherty. Will there be anything else, sir?" "No, thank you, Parker. I know we are in good hands." The host smiled and left. "So, Michael, what do you think of all of this?" Peter asked. "I'm too stunned to answer," Michael replied. When the waitress arrived, Peter asked if it would be okay if he ordered, and he arranged for them to get an assortment of small brunch items to sample. "I'll tell you that Pendant doesn't do this for many new authors. Sam believes we'll be able to get Hollywood interested in your story. Did you bring the outline for the other pieces of the series?" "Yes. They're in my bag." "Great! I guess I don't need to tell you that your life is about to change in a substantial way. I certainly applaud your desire for an education, but you might have some decisions to make in the short-term." "Like what?" Beth asked. "Like arranging for a leave of absence from school while he works on the series. Then, depending on how involved you want to be in the movie development, you may be quite busy for the next few years." Beth's head was spinning. She turned to Michael, "You didn't mention any of this." "He didn't know about it, Beth," Peter explained. "Once Sam took over the project, things started happening quickly." "Who's Sam?" Michael asked. "Oh, I'm sorry. Sam Carrington. That's your new editor at Pendant. Sam is one of the brightest and most successful editors in the publishing world. When Sam got interested in your book, it launched you into a whole new category." Peter raised his iced tea and said, "Michael, welcome to the big leagues!" Beth and Michael raised their glasses in a toast. During brunch, Peter explained the purpose of the meeting tomorrow and what Michael could expect as the next steps in this process. He also explained that on the strength of the first draft, Pendant was ready to offer him a million dollar advance if they liked what they saw in his outline. Their mouths fell open, and they looked at each other speechless. "A million dollars?" he asked running his hands through his hair. "That's just for starters. That's what they're offering to make sure they get you to sign a contract. After that, the paperback rights, screen rights, etc. will be worth many times more than that." "Michael, what did you write?" Beth asked in amazement. Peter looked puzzled. "You mean, you haven't read it?" "No," Michael interjected. "This all seemed like such a ridiculous dream that I never told her." "What about your family?" Peter asked. "What do they think?" Michael burst out laughing. "When they find out, they'll be pretty surprised!" "Well," Peter remarked, "To each his own, I guess. Who will review the contracts?" "My uncle is an attorney. I'll run everything through him." "Alright. That sounds fine. Well, I guess I'd better let you kids go. It sounds like you have some interesting phone calls to make this afternoon." "Wait, what about the story?" Beth asked. "I'll tell you what, Beth. I'll have my office courier over a copy this afternoon. Rather than have either Michael or me tell you the story, I'd like you to read it. You have a very talented young man here. I want you to experience the book the way his readers will experience it." Beth beamed. "I can't wait!" The two lovers went back to his room and called Michael's house. They figured both families would probably be gathered around the pool and were right. "Hello? Are you guys still there?" Michael asked since there was total silence on the other end of the phone after he explained where he was and what he was doing. "A million dollars?" Michael's father eventually asked. "Yep ..." "And, Peter said that's just for starters," Beth interjected. "Mom? Are you guys passed out or something?" Michael asked. "Darling, I am never at a loss for words. But, frankly, I'm at a loss for words." "That's how I feel," Beth retorted. "What happens next?" Beth's dad asked. "We meet with Pendant tomorrow. Peter will go over the contract with me, and I told him to send a copy to Uncle Steve before I sign anything," Michael answered. "Damn, son, congratulations!" Michael's dad said. "Keep us posted ... for a change!" "I'm sorry, Dad ... everybody. This whole thing happened so fast, and none of it seemed real until we got here," Michael replied. "If it makes you feel any better, Mr. Barrett, I didn't even find out until yesterday. I didn't even know he was interested in writing," Beth said. "Join the club," Michael's parents said in unison. "Okay ... I get the message. I will DEFINITELY keep all of you informed on everything from this point on," Michael said. "Son, we're very proud of you, and if this is what you want, we want it for you," Dan, Michael's father replied. Bill, Beth's dad, then added, "Dan, it looks like dinner's on you!" Everyone laughed. "Hold on. Michael's the millionaire. I'm just a poor working guy," Dan replied. "Yeah, but, you should be able to get a hell of a loan at great rates!" Everyone laughed again. ---------- The next morning, Beth and Michael grabbed a cab to Pendant's offices. "We're here to meet Sam Carrington," Michael told the receptionist. "Please have a seat. I'll notify you when they are ready. Would you like anything to drink?" "No, thank you. We're fine." After 15 minutes of staring numbly at magazines, they heard, "Michael! I'm Sam. Thank you for arriving early." Beth and Michael turned at the sound of the voice and were stunned when their eyes met a dazzling blond female Sam who would have been a dead ringer for Heidi Klum, accept Sam was hotter. "Uh ... Sam?" Michael asked, rising to shake her hand. "Yes ... Samantha. Didn't Peter tell you?" she asked. "No, he ... uh ..." She rolled her big blue eyes and chuckled. "Well, come on to my office. We've got a lot to talk about." "Uhmm ..." Michael mumbled as he reached for Beth. "Excuse me, Sam, this is Beth. She came with me." "Yes, I apologize. Peter said she was coming with you. What can I say? It's Monday morning. It's a pleasure to meet you, Beth. Please, join us." "Thanks," Beth said, getting swept up in the hurricane that was Sam Carrington. While they walked to her office, she mentioned, "Peter is caught in traffic. What a shock in New York, right? He will be along soon. Beth, can I get you anything?" "No," Beth answered as she struggled to keep pace with the long legs and stride of Sam. When they reached an impressive corner office with huge glass windows overlooking the Hudson, Sam stopped to ask her assistant, Günter, for a cappuccino. "Come in. Make yourself at home," she said as she swept behind the glass table that was her desk. She flipped quickly through a stack of messages. Moving back to the sitting area where Michael and Beth were sitting, she added, "After all, Michael, I hope Pendant is your home for a long time to come." Beth & Michael: Challenges "Yes. Me too." For the next 30 minutes, she explained her ideas for the marketing and global positioning of Michael's "Scion" series. Scion is an old word of French or Gallic derivation. It refers to a child or progeny. In Michael's story, the main character, Alain, is the French Foreign Minister. He is the progeny of the leader of an ancient race of warriors who were the ancestors of humans. Alain had been secretly whisked to Earth to hide him from the Commune, a league of insect-like creatures manically focused on destruction and domination. When Alain's true identity is revealed to him, he also learns that he holds the key to the survival of his entire race. But, in order to save his people, he may have to destroy Earth. Peter rushed in, full of apologies, and they laid out the plan for the next six months. It seemed as if Michael would be spending a great deal of time in New York. Beth listened to the scheduling with a blank smile on her face. Sam explained that the firm kept a string of furnished apartments within a couple of blocks of the office for the use of writers and others working on long-term projects for the publishing house. Michael could use one of those since he would be new to the city. Their heads were spinning when they returned to the hotel after lunch. "So," he finally said to her. "What do you think?" "I don't know if I can think," Beth answered. "48 hours ago, we were making love in the lake house, and today you are on the cusp of a new career as a published writer and are about to become a millionaire. Getting run over be a truck would be child's play in comparison." "Yeah. I think Sam is driving that truck." "She certainly has lots of energy," Beth added. "Peter seemed to do a good job of handling her, though. I think you lucked into a good agent." "I think so. Beth, does it bother you that we may have to be apart quite a bit for the next few months?" She sighed deeply. "I can't say I'm crazy about that part. Michael, you have no idea how much I look forward to seeing you every day. It's always the high point of my day." "What about me? Remember, I'm the one who's been in love with you since 7th grade. I don't know how crazy I am about all of this. I mean, I know the money's great, and the opportunity's ridiculous, but God ... Do you have any idea how happy I was just driving around and gathering all your favorite things for breakfast Saturday morning? It was more a present for me than for you. I don't know what to do," he said, anxious and confused. Beth smiled at him and rubbed his hair. She saw how much anguish he was in and decided she could put up with anything if it was good for Michael. "You know what, mister? You just won the lottery. Michael, you HAVE to do this. If you gave up this opportunity, you'd never be able to live with yourself. After all, it's not like you'll never be home, and it's not like you're moving to New York. You'll just be going there to make your dream come true." He looked at her very seriously and said, "My dream already HAS come true," he said putting her hand over his heart. "Okay, you're other dream. By the way, since when did becoming a writer mean you have to give me up, goofy? I can be married to a writer as easily as I can to an engineer. I don't plan on letting you go either, Mr. Barrett." He smiled. "Okay, but I'll only do this as long as you know that no matter WHAT happens, you are the most important thing I will ever have in my life. All this fancy stuff and the money, without you, it's just shit." She arched an eyebrow. "Yeah, but it's very rich shit." "That it is." "Okay. Now that we know you're going to become the next Michael Crichton, and we're in New York. Let's go celebrate!" Michael punched in Sam's office number and asked Günter what kind of things they could do on a Monday night to celebrate. He informed them that Broadway was off on Monday, but Pendant could arrange for tickets to "The Late Show" and could probably arrange green room passes. Michael was put on hold. In ten minutes, Günter came back on and laid out an itinerary for dinner at Sam's favorite Little Italy restaurant following the Letterman taping. Günter also arranged for a car service for the evening for them. Letterman had Tom Hanks and the Plain White Ts on that night, and the Beth and Michael got to meet all of them, as well as Letterman himself. They went home on Tuesday in a fog. ---------- Keith and Kelly wanted to know all about the trip. They were as blown away as everyone else by the whirlwind. Michael was to leave on Thursday to go back to flesh out the outline for books two and three and to work on the revisions Sam wanted to make in the first book. She said he should plan on staying a month. Michael spent most of Wednesday arranging for a leave of absence from the University and talking on the phone with Peter and his uncle. Beth went to class and tried to concentrate, but it was very, very difficult. She thought in some ways it was good Michael would be working in the City so she could get some school work accomplished. Pendant sent one of their private jets for Michael this time because they would also be picking up his uncle to finalize the contract. The next couple of weeks were like a blur. Beth and Michael decided to call each other at 9:00 pm each night so they could catch up on the news. "Then, Sam suggested setting what was supposed to be a harmless virus loose, and that opened up a whole new realm of possibilities. It turned the town into an instant desert. She's got an amazing imagination. I don't know why she isn't a writer," Michael gushed. "Yeah, sounds it," Beth replied in a less than enthusiastic tone. "So, how are you doing?" "I'm great. Sam's taking us to a Save-the-Rainforest party at the Met on Saturday that's going to be hosted by Sting. My head's exploding. I'm really starting to understand the allure of New York. The energy of the city is like a 24/7 adrenaline rush," he said. "It certainly sounds stimulating," she said, trying to sound happy for him. Michael had been talking non-stop for thirty minutes, and he finally realized she was not as pumped as he was. "Hey, beautiful, are you okay?" "Me? Sure. Why wouldn't I be?" "Maybe because I'm not there, and you're not here?" "It's just hard, you know? Until this happened, we hadn't spent an entire day apart since that afternoon at your house by the pool. I miss your gorgeous face staring at me with those dark eyes. I miss your hands stroking me. I miss feeling safe and warm because you're holding me so close to you in bed I can feel your heart beat. I miss making love to you so many times in a row we're both too sore to touch each other. There's just this big giant aching hole in my chest right now," she said as a tear rolled silently down her cheek. Michael got choked up listening to her voice. "Why don't you come up this weekend? I got my first check in the bank, so money's not a problem anymore. It'd be great! You could go to the party with us! What'd you say?" "I can't, Michael. I promised Cindy and Elise that I'd help coordinate the Make-A-Wish carnival this weekend. I can't bail on them, and it runs through Sunday afternoon. Why don't you come here?" she asked in a voice tinged in faint hope. He sighed. "I can't. Some bigwigs from Hollywood are going to be at the party, and Sam has set up a meeting with them to pitch the movie idea." "Yeah, well, that's our Sam, huh?" she said, unable to hide the disappointment. "Yeah, that's our Sam," Michael replied, equally distressed. "I-I better let you go. I know how busy you are," she said, suddenly eager to get off the phone. "Beth, I love you with ALL my heart. ALL my heart," he said. "I know you do, sweetheart. That's what makes this so hard. I love you too. We'll talk tomorrow," she said, hanging up the phone before she broke into tears. The next day, Beth had lunch with Kelly, who had become her closest friend, next to Michael. Kelly seemed wise beyond her years, and Beth needed to talk. "How's Wonderboy handling the City?" Kelly asked as she dug into her salad. "He's having an amazing time. You wouldn't even believe the people he's meeting. Actors, directors, writers ... it's like living in a comic book." Kelly laid down her fork and turned her chair so she was facing Beth. "Okay, kiddo, what's up with you?" Beth looked up from stabbing aimlessly around in her plate. "Me?" "Yeah, you." "I just miss Michael, you know?" "Yeah, I know. I miss him too. But that's not what this is about. Talk to me." "I'm scared, Kel. He's taken off on a rocket ship to a completely different planet, and he spends 90% of every conversation talking about Sam. I feel like I'm losing him." Kelly studied Beth's face before answering. She took Beth's hands and said, "Beth, this is a little like Michael Jordan being worried about the appearance of Kobe Bryant. You are one of the most amazing women on this planet, and Michael knows that more than anyone. You don't have anything to worry about." "Kel, you haven't seen Sam. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in person. She's like some sort of Greek goddess. She's tall, got a perfect body -- perfect. She honestly looks a lot like Heidi Klum. Plus, she's brilliant and this force of nature. And, they're spending all this time together. And ..." "Look at me -- right here," Kelly said pointing to her eyes. "I have never seen any man look at any woman the way Michael looks at you, and believe me, there's a lot to look at with you. You know how much I love Keith and vice versa, right?" Beth nodded. "Do you know why he hardly ever walks around naked in our house any more?" "Because of that whole deal with Scott and almost getting raped?" Kelly smiled. "Nope. It's you. He can't hardly walk into a room where you're at without getting hard as granite. I know he loves me, and I'm not even slightly worried or jealous, so you don't have to be concerned about any of this. It's just that he's a guy and you're you. He finds you unbelievably attractive." "Me?" "Yeah, Miss Perfect. You. It's not just because you're drop-dead gorgeous, although that doesn't hurt. It's because you are smart and funny and kind and caring and sensitive AND drop-dead gorgeous. You've become one of my dearest friends, Beth. You are an extraordinary woman. And, if there's one thing I'm sure about it's Michael's love for you. Hell, if I was into chicks, I'd be in love with you too, Babe!" Beth laughed. "Thanks, Kel. Aside from Michael, you are my best friend too. But ..." "But, what?" "I still have a gut instinct that Sam is trouble." Kelly thought for a moment. "Tell you what. I'll take over for you with the carnival this weekend. You go to New York. Surprise Michael. Meet Sting. Make love all weekend long. Learn why I'm so brilliant!" "You mean it?" Beth said, her voice full of excitement. "But, wait, how can I get there. Last minute airfare will kill me." "My aunt works at American Airlines. Let me handle the airfare. You just worry about how you're going to walk after spending the entire weekend in bed!" Beth hugged Kelly and started making plans for the weekend. ---------- "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Günter asked Sam. "Have I ever been wrong?" she countered. "No, but Michael is different. He's really in love with Beth. Capital L love, not Hollywood or New York love." "She's a sweet girl, but she's holding him back. If he was free to just work, who knows where his talent could take him ... or us," she added with a smirk. "It doesn't feel right," Günter replied. "This body has never let me down, Günter, and it's not going to let me down now. Once I lure him into my trap, he'll forget all about his hometown honey." "I hope those aren't famous last words." "Günter, your trouble is you need to come over to the dark side," Sam said as she draped a long perfect leg over his lap. "Unless you plan on growing a dick, my princess, I'm afraid I'm not interested." "You're missing the point, Günter. I've already got a bigger dick than anyone you know!!" ---------- Michael was working away at his laptop when there was a knock at the door. "Oh, hi, Sam. Come on in. I'm just going over the summaries for the 4,000th time before the party tonight." "Good, boy," she said with a smile entering the apartment. She walked over and set a couple of bottles down on the bar. "Care for a real drink?" "No, thanks. I'll stick with sparkling water for now." Sam poured herself a brandy. "Michael, I was wondering if you would help me with something. I need a man's opinion." "Sure. Anything. I need a break anyway," he said stretching his arms and shoulders. Sam walked over to the middle of the room with her back to Michael and removed her trench coat. Underneath, she was only wearing stockings, garters and shoes. "I know this may seem a little strange, but I've been thinking about plastic surgery, and I wanted your opinion on whether I need it," she said turning around to face Michael. "Uhh ..." "I know my stomach is tight, but what do you think of my breasts?" Michael was speechless as he stared at feminine perfection. "Uhm ... Sam, what on earth would a doctor do to improve on those?" Michael asked, growing red but also feeling his dick start to swell. "I was thinking of making them bigger. What do you think, Michael?" she asked as she walked toward him. "Do they need to be bigger?" Michael guessed she was either a C or D cup with perfect gumdrop shapes. Her nipples were milk chocolate brown and jutted out from almost the dead center in erotic perfection. "Sam, in my opinion, there isn't a surgeon on the planet that could ever improve your breasts." "You're sweet." She placed a leg on the arm of the sofa and asked, "What about my thighs, Michael? Do you think I could use liposuction?" Michael felt beads of sweat form on his forehead as he stared at her sleek upper leg and at her wet, open, hairless pussy. "Uhhh ... No. Nothing there to suck." "Really, Michael? There's nothing worth sucking?" she asked as she moved her close enough to his face so he could breathe in her aroma. "Oh, God, no, Sam. That's not what I meant. There's a lot worth sucking." "Where, Michael? Show me the best places to suck," she said as she pushed her dripping pussy into his lips. Michael threw his arms out so he wouldn't accidentally touch her. He also tried to move his head back away from her succulent sex. "Surprise!!" Beth shouted as she burst through the door. Her mouth dropped as she stared at the naked Sam pushing her pussy lips onto Michael's lips. "Beth?!" Michael shouted in alarm. "Michael, how could you?!" she shouted as she ran into the hallway in tears. "What the fuck are you doing?" he screamed at Sam, pushing her out of the way and scrambling to his feet. "Michael, wait! You're making a big mistake!" "I already made one trusting you!" he shouted as he ran for the door. "Spielberg, Michael! That's the surprise for tonight!" she shouted is desperation. "Then, maybe you can fuck him! If not, Sam, you can always go fuck yourself!" he yelled as he raced out the door. "Michael!" Sam shouted in vain. "Come on! Come on!" he shouted at the elevators. Finally, he ran for the stairs and ran all the way down to the lobby. He burst out onto the street searching for Beth but couldn't find her. He ran back to the desk clerk and asked if he had seen a beautiful brown-haired woman run out the door, probably in tears. "Uh, no, sir. We just changed shifts, though, so I may have missed her." "FUCK!!" he screamed. Beth remembered that Michael said there was a terrace on the 25th floor, and she stopped there to try and regain her composure. She called her mom in hysterics and explained where she was and what she saw. Her mom got the details of her return flight and called American to find the next flight out of New York. She paid the difference to change the ticket and told Beth where to go to catch the flight. Beth never saw Michael, hailed a cab, and went to the airport. Michael raced back to his apartment. When he walked in, Sam was on the phone with Günter explaining what happened. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Michael screamed when he saw Sam. "Get -- the -- fuck -- OUT!!" "Michael ..." "NOW!!" he screamed at the top of his voice. She saw the intense anger in his eyes and actually feared for her safety. She grabbed her purse and coat and raced for the door. She stopped to say something, but Michael cut her off. "OUT!!" Michael sat down on the sofa running his hands through his hair trying to figure out what to do. He called his parents house to get some guidance. Therese, his mom, answered the phone. Michael exploded with details of what just happened. Therese tried to keep pace with what he was saying. "Michael, tell me the absolute truth. Are you having an affair with Sam?" "Mom, are you crazy? Have we met? This is Beth I'm talking about! How can you even ask such stupid fucking question?" Therese ignored the profanity. "Michael, I believe you ... 100%. I just wanted to hear it in your voice." "I don't know where she is, Mom. I can't get her to answer her cell. I know she's hysterical. Mom, I've never been this scared of anything before. I don't know what to do," he said breaking down into tears. "I've got an idea. Just stay by the phone," she said as she hung up and raced across the street to the Anderson house. As she walked up the front steps, Karen was on the phone and waved for her to come in. "Okay, honey. Are you sure you have all that? Flight 1277. It leaves in 90 minutes from LaGuardia. Call me when you're on the plane so I know you made it. I'll be at the airport waiting to pick you up. Okay, honey. I love you too. Be safe." "So, you know," Therese said. "Yes, my Lord, what a mess. Have you heard from Michael?" Karen asked. "That boy is going to have a stroke. He's beyond hysterical." Therese filled Karen in on the events of the afternoon. Karen did likewise. "Beth will be arriving at the airport at 9:15, so we will be here by 10:00." "Alright. I've got a couple of ideas, and with a little bit of luck and a little bit of Dan, Michael should be here before then!" Therese explained her plan. About 30 minutes later Michael was in a cab on his way to the private air terminal at LaGuardia. Dan had been filled in and was dialing Günter's cell number. "Listen, young man, this is Colonel Daniel Barrett. I'm Michael's father, and I need you to do something for me. I need you to arrange to have one of Pendant's private jets meet Michael at LaGuardia." "Sir, I don't have the authority to ..." "You listen to me, you Candyass, and you listen real good. Michael will be at the private air terminal in LaGuardia in 45 minutes. I know that's where Pendant houses it fleet. Either you or your slut of a boss better arrange for a plane to be fueled and ready with a top notch crew when he arrives or my next call will be to RJ Stone (Pendant CEO). Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir," Günter said swallowing. "Do you have any questions?" "No, sir." "Good! That's what I like to hear! You've got 10 minutes to make the arrangements and call me back. Otherwise, Mr. Stone and I will be discussing your's and Sam's severance packages. Understand?" "Yes, sir." Since Beth's plane had a layover in Philadelphia, Michael would be able to beat her home by a more than an hour. By the time he arrived at home with the two Dads, both Moms were gone to pick up Beth. Michael filled both Dads in on all the missing details. Beth practically collapsed into her mother's arms at the airport. Karen held her tight and kept her walking to the car with Therese driving. Karen spent most of the ride in the back seat just holding Beth and letting her cry it out. Beth & Michael: Challenges When they arrived, Therese pulled into her garage. Karen started leading Beth toward the Barrett patio and pool. "Mom, I don't want to see anyone or talk, okay. I just want to go to my bedroom," Beth said with her red swollen eyes staring at Karen. "Honey, the Dads and your grandmother have taken your sister and Callie to the movies. You won't have to say a word if you don't want to." "Daddy? He never goes to the movies. What are they seeing?" Beth asked. "That new Hannah Montana movie," Karen replied. Beth started giggling as she wiped her nose. "He threatened to leave me if I made him go, but I told him if he did that he'd have to do his own laundry, so he decided it would be easier to put up with Hannah." Beth laughed. "I can't see Daddy or Mr. Barrett at Hannah Montana." "I think Dan took his iPod," Therese added, and Beth burst out laughing. They led her to the door to the pool and let her go through first. She walked out onto the patio and didn't notice that the mothers stayed behind and went through the other door into the kitchen. She was still wiping her nose when she turned and saw Michael, who looked, possibly, more miserable than she did. She started to turn, but Michael grabbed her arm and said in the voice of a scared little boy, "Beth, please don't go." Even in her current state, his voice melted her heart. She turned and stared at him. "Beth, I swear -- I swear nothing happened! If you had walked in two seconds later you would have seen me throw Sam across the room. I didn't plan that. I didn't know anything about it. I was as shocked as you were." "I doubt it," she replied. "You're probably right, but Beth, you're the only thing I care about in this whole world. I will never love anyone like I love you ... I" and Michael slumped on the chair sobbing. For the first time since the incident, Beth felt worse for someone else than she did for herself. She sat next to Michael, and he buried his head on her shoulder and continued wailing. They sat there for a long time saying nothing. As Michael's tears flowed down his cheeks, Beth's anger and hurt seemed to flow out of her body. "Michael, what was that all about? What happened?" Michael explained everything that took place as he struggled to regain enough composure to talk. Beth sighed and brushed his sweaty hair away from his eyes. She now felt bad that she reacted so rashly and put him through all of this. "Just one of life's peculiar lessons, huh?" "I guess." She kissed his salty puffy eyes. Both mothers, who had been watching the whole thing through the window in the dark kitchen, smiled at each other and hugged. "Beth, I ..." "Michael," she said as she put her fingers to his lips. "I know. You don't have to prove you love me. I actually feel stupid now for doubting you. It's just that you were doing these amazing things and meeting these amazing people, and Sam is so beautiful, I was afraid you were falling for her," she said. He looked at her with his puppy-dog eyes and said, "Not me." "I know. I know that now. I'm sorry, Michael. I should have let you explain, but my heart was breaking, and I just reacted." Beth gave him a sweet, gentle kiss. Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue Tiffany box. He opened it, and as their lips parted, he held it up to Beth. "I don't ever want to lose you. I was planning on doing this on some tropical island, but maybe this is actually the best place after all. Elizabeth Rachel Anderson, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Beth's hands covered her mouth and her eyes were flooded with tears. After all they had been through over the last ten hours, she never expected this. "Yes," she tried to say but her throat was too tight. She cleared her throat and said, "Yes, Michael Daniel Barrett. I can't think of anything in this world I want more than becoming your wife." Michael slipped the white gold solitaire diamond ring on her finger. They hugged and cried; and kissed and cried. When they were finished crying, they walked into the house. Both Mothers were sitting in the den with glasses of white wine talking when they entered with their arms around each other. "I guess this means we can take the suicide hotline off speed dial?" Therese asked, smiling. "I think so," Beth said, smiling from ear-to-ear. As they got closer, Karen saw the glinty object on her daughter's hand. "Sweetie, do you have some news for us?" Beth held up her hand so they could see the ring. "Does this mean that if you have enough money you can even buy brains?" shouted Dan as he, Bill, Amy and Grandma Carrie entered the house from the movie theatre. "Did we miss something?" asked Bill with a deadpan expression. "Daddy, I love you, but you're such a loser!" remarked Amy, which brought down the house. Grandma Carrie had to sit down she was laughing so hard. Amy turned to Michael and asked, "So, I guess this means I now have a brother, right?" He held out his arms for her and said, "Yes, and I have a sister!" Amy ran up and hugged him. "Well, hell, it IS Saturday night. I say we get this party started!" shouted Bill. Champagne was poured, dessert was cut, and Beth and Michael never left each others arms all night long. The party went well past midnight, when Bill and Karen finally said their last congratulations. Bill carried Amy, who was sound asleep, and coaxed a tired but happy Grandma Carrie back across the street to their house. As Karen was leaving, Beth grabbed her and said, "Mom, I have a huge favor to ask." "What dear?" Karen asked innocently, even though she was pretty sure what was about to be asked. "I want to respect you and Daddy, but I don't want to be apart from Michael, not tonight. If it's okay with Mr. and Mrs. Barrett, can I sleep here?" Therese heard the question and interrupted. "Absolutely not, young lady," she said with a straight face, "Unless you do one very important thing." "What's that?" Beth asked with wide eyes. "Call me Therese and call him Dan. The next time I hear Mr. and Mrs. I want it to be when they introduce Mr. and Mrs. Michael and Beth Barrett or Anderson-Barrett or whatever you kids decide to do." Then, she broke into a wide smile and hugged Beth. "Of course, I think we need to respect the wishes of your Mom." "Sweetie, every mother and father wishes we lived in an Ozzie-and-Harriet kind of world, but we don't. I understand, and you have my blessing. You may have doubted Michael briefly today, but I can tell you, I never, ever did. Not once. I know that young man would run through a brick wall for you." "What about Daddy and Grandma?" "You leave them to me. I can be pretty persuasive," she said with a wink. "Will Mr. Bar—Dan be okay?" Beth asked Therese. "Honey, a Marine soldier has nothing on a Marine wife!" Beth and Karen laughed. "I believe you," Beth said. Karen hugged her daughter and gave her a big kiss. "We'll see you in the morning for brunch. This party hasn't even come close to stopping." "I love you, Mom." "Darling girl, I happen to love you too," Karen replied as she left. "Dan, we are going to have a boarder for the evening," Karen announced. "Well, Bill's gonna have to sleep in the garage. I can only imagine what his snoring is like!" "Beth, that's his attempt at being funny. I'll try to let you know when such outbursts happen because otherwise you'd never know." Michael burst out laughing at the insult. "Beth will be staying with us for the evening, Mr. Comedian." Dan looked at her with his meanest Marine face and said, "Only on one condition. You have got to start calling me Dan or Dad. Either one will do." "That's such old news. We've already taken care of that. You need to get your keester up to bed and give these kids some privacy. They've had an ... unusual day." "The party is gonna pick up ..." "That's old news too," Therese interjected. "You're so behind the times, it's not funny. Now get upstairs before I have to kick your rear end!" "Okay," he said with a little pout. "You two ... don't do anything I wouldn't ..." Therese put her hand over his mouth and said, "Goodnight, you two. I love you both. And, Beth, with the possible exception of when this one here (indicating Michael) came into this world, this is the happiest day of my life. I am so glad you are officially part of our family," Therese said. Dan pried her hand off his mouth and asked, "What about our wedding day?" "We all have our crosses to bear," she said, putting one hand back on Dan's mouth and pushing his butt toward their bedroom. "Goodnight, Therese and Dan! I love you too!" Beth called after them. "This has been a hell of a day!" Michael exclaimed. "At least we're not boring," Beth said, staring up into his eyes. "I was thinking about something." "What?" "The first time you told me you loved me and I told you I loved you was on that patio. The first time we made love was in your bedroom in this house. You just asked me to marry you on that same patio, and we're about to spend our first official night together in that same bedroom. When we get married, it has to be on your patio." Michael broke into a giant smile. "I can't think of anything I'd like more." They walked arm in arm into Michael's bedroom. They closed the door and began silently undressing each other. When they were naked, Beth climbed under the covers. Michael raised them and stared at her perfect breasts. Needless to say, he was standing at full attention. "I hope THAT isn't because of Stephen Spielberg," she said. "Who?" Michael asked as he climbed into bed. This was going to be a long, slow lovemaking session. They kissed and rubbed each other for an eternity. Beth massaged his balls and ran her hand up and down his warm, hard, pulsing length. Michael attacked her tongue with his and wrapped his hand around her soft, firm breast. He alternated rubbing her nipple between his fingers and bending down to suck and nip her. Every time he returned to her mouth, they devoured each other with a hunger neither had felt before. The thought of losing each other made their passion even more intense, and committing to each other magnified those feelings. Michael felt his heart pounding as he worked to ignite all of Beth's erogenous zones. He licked her belly button while he stroked her inner thighs with his fingertips. He took her whole sex into his mouth and tongued her sweet, slippery parts. He burrowed as far as he could into her sweet channel with his tongue and continued stroking her inner thighs. He attacked her clit with his mouth and rubbed her G-spot with his fingers. Beth was on sensory overload and put the pillow over her mouth because she didn't know if she could contain her squeals. When Beth began to writhe, Michael curled his tongue around her clit and sucked while he ravished her vaginal ridges. He was rewarded with a small tidal wave of carnal juices washing over his face. Beth kept the pillow over her face for a few minutes after her orgasm, unable to move. At last, she sat up and grinned devilishly at Michael and covered his cock with saliva. She plunged his hard, slightly curved dick into her mouth and sucked with wild abandon. She had gotten very good at taking Michael's entire length into her mouth, and she assaulted the sensitive underside of his beautiful penis with her hot tongue. She kept one hand on his balls to gauge when he was getting ready to burst. Michael now had the pillow over his face. Beth pumped his cock in and out of her wet mouth and tickled the hair on his sack. Michael began involuntarily pushing himself further into her mouth. Beth smiled. She felt his balls begin to tighten, so she maneuvered his massive organ into her throat. Beth quickly immersed a finger in her mouth to get it wet and plunged that finger into Michael's anus to massage his prostate. Michael screamed into the pillow and pumped a river of sperm into Beth's belly. Beth kissed him when she felt him begin to soften. She knew that even horny Michael would take a little time to recover after that orgasm. "Fuck me," he said as he lowered the pillow. "I plan on it, Mr. Barrett. Every night in every way until we are too old to bear human contact." "I'll never be that old. As long as I have blood flowing into my pecker, it's going to want contact with you." He finally had the strength to sit up. He looked at her and added, "How could you possibly think I'd ever jeopardize THAT for someone else?!" "I know. I was stupid ..." "Yes!" "And ignorant ..." "Totally!" "And a moron ..." "100%!" "And, how long am I going to have to hear about this?" "For a hell of a long time!" She slumped back on the bed, smirking, and said, "Well, now you're making my libido dry up and shrivel into nothing." "You know, I'm gonna meet tons of gorgeous women ..." "Oh, well, that's helping," she said, arching an eyebrow. "Now I feel better." "They're gonna be smart and pretty and ..." "Stop! You're making me hot!" "And not one of them will ever mean a damned thing to me, Mrs. Barrett!" "How do you know?" "Are you kidding me?!" he said loudly. "Shhhh. You're going to wake your parents." "I don't care! How do I know the sun's going to come up tomorrow?" Beth sat up, pointed a finger at him and said in mock seriousness, "Some day the sun's going to puff up and explode, and it won't come up the next day." "And some day my balls might explode because they can't believe they get to empty themselves into you, but I think I'll take my chances!" he shot back. Beth fell back on the bed laughing. Michael pounced on top of her, and she felt his newly tumescent member slap her in the belly. "Already?" she said giggling. "And the next day and the next day and the next day ..." "What about when the Sun explodes?" "Okay, we'll take that day off," he answered. She howled. "But that's it, so you better make sure your pussy can handle all the attention it's going to be getting." "Do they have Bowflex for pussies?" she asked between giggles. "Yeah, right here," Michael answered, waving his erection at her. She turned her face into the pillow and heaved in laughter. "It is slightly bowed ..." she managed to get out. "And, it most definitely is flexed!" She turned over, spread her legs wide around Michael and said with a terrible British accent, "Then, fuck me you fool!" Michael felt Beth's vagina to see how wet she still was. He decided to heat her up a little by licking her clit. When she was wet enough, he plunged himself into her silky sex. Michael didn't say a word, but he stared into her eyes so she could feel the love flowing into her. Beth kept his eye contact and felt so overwhelmed that tears ran down her cheeks. She had never felt so loved in her entire life. Even the night Michael saved her life, Beth didn't feel so completely awash in another person's love. She knew in her heart she would never doubt Michael again. When Michael felt himself getting close, he gently rubbed Beth's clit with his finger to make sure they climaxed together. Beth managed to maintain eye contact until she felt him begin to spurt inside her. That had always been her favorite part, and she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, relishing the feeling of accepting his seed. Afterwards, Beth rolled over on her side with Michael wrapping his arms around her. She put the hand with the ring over his hand and placed them both over her heart, and they fell deeply and contentedly asleep. Beth & Michael: Games 1. As Michael and Beth approached the door to her dorm room, they smelled scented candles wafting from behind the door. Since Michael was carrying a big box of Beth's belongings to help her move in, she opened the door and entered first. They were greeted by the sight of a naked girl, sitting on top of her bed in lotus position, chanting with her eyes closed. Before they could utter anything, she put up a hand to "shush" them. Beth and Michael grinned and shrugged their shoulders at each other. Michael quietly walked over to the far corner and set the box down on Beth's small dorm desk. "Ahhh ..." The girl let out a huge sigh, stretched her arms high over her head, opened her eyes and said, "Oh!" She reached over, grabbed her robe and began putting it on. "Sorry," Beth began. "We didn't mean to startle you. Michael is helping me move in." "It's okay," she replied, rising from the bed and walking over toward them. "I always meditate in the nude, so it's not the first time people have walked in on me. I'm Carly, by the way," she said as she extended her hand to Beth. "Hi. I'm Beth, and this is Michael." Carly then shook hands with Michael, who had a bemused look on his face. Carly was like a 5'3" force of nature. She had long, dark chestnut hair that shimmered in the sunlight. She was slim with an intelligent face; penetrating milk chocolate eyes that didn't look at you as much as probe inside you; and a serene smile. Since she hadn't bothered to close her robe, Michael also surveyed her petite, half-moon breasts with their perfectly centered dark pink buds. Her skin was a light rose with very little tan. She had a smattering of moles scattered along her chest and belly. Her hips were womanly slim and rounded. Her brown bush had been trimmed and shaved into a heart above the rosy area of her sex, which led to soft, shapely legs. She seemed remarkably unselfconscious about her body, which Michael found enticing. "So, are you my new roommate?" Carly asked Michael. "Afraid that would be me," Beth answered. "Pity," Carly replied as she looked Michael up and down. Then, she turned to Beth and said, "I'm just playin'. It's nice to meet you, Beth." "Same here," she answered. "Obviously, you're a freshman too. Are you also new to the area?" "Yeah. I live in Lansing. My Dad went here, so I'm a legacy, I guess," Carly explained. "We were just going to finish unloading the car and then going to grab some lunch. I'm not a native, but we have been here about a week. If you'd like to join us, we can show you what we've learned about the campus," Beth offered. "Thanks. That sounds great," Carly said with a smile. "I suppose I should actually put on some clothes and get ready while you two unload. If you need any help. Let me know," she said as she disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom. Beth looked down at a swollen Mr. Johnson and remarked, "You know, she was meditating. Maybe he should try doing a little of that." "Oh, believe me; he's very much lost in thought," Michael replied. "If I had known you were such a horn-dog, I might have had to think twice about your father's offer to go out with him instead of you," she teased. "Madam, I was born under the sign of the libido, and I have tried to strictly adhere to its tenets!" With a smirk, Beth said, "Okay, Mr. Libido. Why don't you haul your cute butt back out to the car and finish unloading before I have any more naked roommates show up." In his best Homer Simpson impression, Michael said, "Ahhhhh .... Naked roommates." "Give me a break," Beth said as she rolled her eyes and headed back down the stairs for another load. Michael smiled and watched her walk away. "Hey! Speaking of cute butts ..." The three strangers slowly became three amigos as they talked over pizza and soda all afternoon. They discussed high school, their impressions of college, hopes, dreams, and other such worldly concerns. Beth told Carly about Michael's housemate, Keith, and about his nudist and horny girlfriend, Kelly. They also described the rental house on the lake that Michael lucked into finding, thanks to his father. "Man, that sounds amazing! Why do you even have a dorm room? I'd be there all the time." "I am there a lot," Beth answered, "But, I want a place on campus too. That way Michael can kick me out when he gets tired of me." "Yeah, she is really hard to be around," Michael said with feigned seriousness. "I like to study people's auras, and you two may be the most in love couple I have ever met. Your auras improve and strengthen when you are in each other's company. I mean, dude, you are a total babe," she said to Michael, "And, as much as I'd love to play hotel maid with you, I adore seeing the effect you two have on each other." Beth and Michael looked at each other with knowing smiles. "Thanks, Carly. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me." Michael hugged her. "I discovered this amazing thing last year called sex, and my ex, Taylor, and I must have set some kind of record for humping. That was intense, but now, I want what you two've got," Carly said. "While you were setting the horizontal mamba record, I was setting dating-the-high-school-douche-bag record until I finally pulled my head out of my ass and found this guy," Beth replied. "But, you do have an awfully cute ass," Michael interjected. "If I was going to insert my head in some kind of ass-like, YOURS would be my first choice." "You're such a bonehead," Beth said. He made a hurt face. "Anyway," she said as she turned back to Carly, "You're incredibly sexy, Carly. You've definitely got someone out there." "Finding bedmates isn't hard ... finding a soul mate ... that's a challenge," Carly replied. "Maybe you could come to one of Keith and Kelly's 'Game Nights,'" Beth offered, half-jokingly. "Game nights?" Beth then told Carly about the conversation she and Michael had with Keith and Kelly over brunch last weekend. Kelly told them that they often invited friends over to play games. She went on to describe various situations in which people got naked, touched, rubbed, licked, and sucked other willing people. Kelly added that everyone operated under a strict non-penetration rule. "She said that she is madly in love with Keith," Beth said, "And if you saw his cock you would know why. He's got the biggest dick I've ever seen!" Michael cleared his throat and pointed at his flagging manhood with his eyes. Beth just shook her head. "Kelly said that the two of them love to feel good. They love to touch and be touched by other people, but she never, ever lets any man inside her except Keith. He said he felt exactly the same." "Did they go into detail about any of the games?" Carly asked. "No. They said that was part of the fun. People get invited knowing only that some or all of them will get naked with each other and that everyone will be made to feel very, very good. When the game's over, they're all so horny that they go fuck their brains out with their lovers." "Damn, girlfriend! You've got to get me invited to some of those!" "I don't think it'll be a problem," Beth said. "They are really cool." Michael nodded his agreement. "When do the games begin?" Carly asked, feeling herself moisten. "Don't know," Beth answered. "Kelly said we'll know when we know." Beth was feeling a bit excited herself and reached under the table to caress Michael's crotch. He was big and bulging, and she discretely began rubbing him. Michael wasn't sure how he was going to stand and walk out without embarrassing himself, but he motioned for the check so that he and Beth could go somewhere and finish what she started. Carly knew she was going to go back and spend a little bonding time with Sparky, her electric boyfriend. All of them were looking forward to the first game. 2. Michael came out of the shower with just a towel around his waist, getting ready for work. He saw a rose with a red ribbon laying on his pillow and a pink envelope beside it. He opened it, and it was an invitation: "Aloha! You are cordially invited to spend an evening in the islands with Keith and Kelly and an assortment of their uninhibited friends this Friday from 9:00 pm until?? Food and drinks from the islands will be provided and contributions are welcome, as long as they fit the theme of Carribbean sand, surf, sun, and sex! Wear your sexiest swimsuit (though you won't need it for long) and bring plenty of your favorite tanning oil (You WILL need that). BYOB (Bring Your Own Babe) RSVP (We hope you can make it)" Michael looked at the time. Beth would probably be out running before chem lab. So, he texted her to get back to him ASAP. She called him late morning, and he filled her in. She relayed the info to Carly later that day and got an enthusiastic response. After work, Michael picked up Chinese take-out, swung by to get Beth, and went home for dinner with Keith and Kelly. "So, what do you think?" Kelly asked them as she scooped some Kung Pao chicken onto her plate. "It sounds intriguing," Beth answered, "But, what is the game?" "Touch," Kelly responded. "Touch?" "The power of touch," Kelly replied. "There's almost nothing more powerful than touch," Keith explained. "You've probably heard about those experiments in which babies given identical nutrition, warmth, clothing, etc. failed to thrive when they were denied touch. Participants will be matched to random partners and encouraged to touch each other. Sensuously, creatively, lovingly. The experience should make you feel sexy and vital and adored." Beth let out a deep breath. "That sounds amazing. What do you think, Michael?" "It ... sounds ... intense." "What does that mean? Do you want to join them?" "Yes. It sounds great," Michael replied a bit unconvincingly. "I've got one question, though," Beth said to Kelly. "Would it be okay if Carly came?" Kelly remembered the naked yoga story and assumed Carly would fit in with this crowd. "Sure. The more the merrier." "She's concerned about the BYOB part. She broke up with her boyfriend when she left for college and hasn't met anyone here yet," Beth explained. "What's she like?" Keith asked. Beth started to answer, but Kelly cut her off and asked Michael to describe her. "She great. She's smart and funny, and ..." "Describe her ... in detail," Kelly ordered. "Okay," Michael answered. "She's got long brown hair that she usually wears up or in a ponytail. She's very pretty with big brown eyes and has a smart look about her, like she's very aware of things." Keith listened as he continued eating. Kelly watched Michael talk and watched Beth's reactions to the things he was saying. Beth was amused by Michael's awkwardness. "She's got a great body," Michael continued. "Some guy is going to be very happy with that." "Details," Kelly prodded. "Okay. She has really sexy, round tits and nice pink nipples that are usually erect." He was starting to get self-conscious at the three sets of eyes focused on him. "Uhm ... a nice figure ... nice ass ... uhm ... trimmed bush that is shaped like a heart ..." "What's her pussy look like?" Kelly asked. Beth was trying to hold in a laugh as Michael struggled with this assignment. "Well, I haven't seen everything, but, you know, it's ... I mean ... she's got a really nice pussy from what I could tell ..." "Was she aroused when you saw her?" Kelly asked matter-of-factly. "You mean, was she, like, open and stuff?" he asked in discomfort. "Yes," Kelly responded, "Were her labia inviting you to explore their moist private secrets? Was she getting wet standing there vulnerable and naked before you? Did you notice her breathing grow more feverish as your smoldering eyes soaked up every detail of her beauty?" "Uhm," he stammered with a small crack in his voice. Kelly rose from her seat and walked toward Michael. "What was she thinking as she watched your eyes ravish her firm, young breasts and sweep down with widened pupils as you hungrily sought the details of her sex? Was she imagining how your body looks? How you feel? What you smell like in the throes of passion?" Then, without warning, Kelly reached into Michael's gym shorts and wrapped her hand around his turgid cock. Beth froze and stared at them. Michael's body stiffened at the surprise invasion of Kelly's warm hand wrapped around his loaded weapon. Suddenly, Keith burst out laughing. Kelly released Michael and went back to her dinner. Keith was laughing so hard he almost fell off his chair watching Michael's and Beth's reactions. "Sorry about that, kids," Keith said when he stopped laughing long enough to be able to speak. "This is Kelly's way of testing to see if you are ready for the games," Keith said as he took a napkin and wiped away tears from his eyes. "In our games, people other than yourselves will be intimately looking, rubbing, and touching the two of you. If that makes you uncomfortable, it's better to find that out now." "Michael, I've wanted to play with that cock of yours since the day we met," Kelly said, "But, I would never do anything to hurt you or Beth. We already think of the two of you as part of our family. I just wanted to see if both of you could handle having another person touch you intimately. So, what do you think, Beth?" "I was definitely caught off-guard," she said, "But, it's really no different than when I held Keith in my hand that afternoon. I think I understand, and I'm cool with it. What about you?" she asked as she turned to Michael. "That was intense," he said. "But, I have to admit that I froze partly because I was stunned and partly because I was afraid I was going to shoot all over Kelly's hand!" "Charming," Beth teased. "So, does that mean you two are UP ... for the games?" Kelly asked as she peaked over at Michael's bulge on the word "up." Michael looked at Beth and answered, "Yeah ... we're in." "Cool," Keith said. "I've got a buddy, Evan," he said as he looked over at Kelly for her approval. She nodded her agreement. "Sounds like he'd be perfect for Carly. He's a mechanical engineering major, but he's very much into holistic stuff. I think they might just hit it off." "Great!" Beth exclaimed. "She'll be psyched." They finished their dinner, and Beth and Michael cleaned up. Kelly and Keith went to the library to work on projects. Beth and Michael went to his bedroom, lit some candles and gave each other massages and hand-jobs. They kissed and rubbed each other until she said she had to go back to her dorm to get ready for bed and for her 7:00 am math class in the morning. Michael dropped her off and was welcomed back home to the sounds of primal grunting and some kind of hip-hop music coming from Keith and Kelly's room. He stripped and got a little more oil for himself, closed his eyes and tried to recall the feel of Kelly's warm hand around his swollen member. He brought himself off to that memory and went to sleep. He was looking forward to Friday. 3. As soon as he got off from work on Friday, he drove by the pick up Beth and Carly. They went to a Cuban restaurant for a quick dinner and headed to the lake house. When they arrived, a small group was moving furniture, putting down mats and getting ready for the evening. They offered to help, but Kelly told them everything was under control and to go relax. They changed into their swimwear and walked down to the dock. Michael smiled when looked at Beth. He'd had many a masturbatory fantasy thanks to Beth in her bikini around his family pool back home when they were growing up, and he always got happy when she was wearing her suit. "Carly, I love your swimsuit. The color looks perfect on you," Beth remarked. It was a light aqua and blue two piece that left little to the imagination. "Thanks, but what I wouldn't do to have a body like yours. You ought to be a model. Seriously." "I've told her the same thing about two thousand times," Michael chimed in. "Thank you both, but I'll stick with school and a future in medicine," she replied. Their conversation was interrupted by the sounds of Rasta music suddenly cascading down to them from the house above. They looked up and saw the lights had been brought down low, the fire pit on the deck had been lit, candlelight was scattered throughout the house, and a few people were already on the deck drinking tropical drinks and mingling. The trio walked up the hill to join the crowd. "There you are," Kelly said when she saw them. She was dragging a gangly guy with mounds of curly brown hair towards them. "Evan, this is Carly. Carly ... Evan." They shook each other hands and smiled as they surveyed their blind dates. "Okay, kids. Here are the rules for drinking. You are all underage, so if you drink the rum drinks, you have to promise that you will not go crazy and that you will spend the night. The games are much more fun if no one gets killed or picked up for DUI," Kelly explained. All four of them nodded in agreement. "Excellent. Go grab some food, a drink, and relax. We're waiting on a few more people, and then we'll get started," Kelly said as she went off to greet guests and keep the festivities lively. The two couples went out on the deck with four rum punches, found some cushions in the corner and sat facing each other. It turned out that Evan looked a little nerdy, but he was actually very funny and had Carly laughing and holding onto his arm in no time. Beth was crossing her fingers for Carly. "Aloha, everyone, can I have your attention," Keith bellowed into a microphone hooked into the sound system. "Will everyone please move into the love ring in front of the fireplace?" He waited as they all assembled and got comfortable. "First, let me welcome you to my and Michael's humble abode." Michael gave a small wave of acknowledgement with his hands. "Some of you are new. Some I won't recognize until you take your clothes off," he said to general laughter. "So, let me explain tonight's game. Scattered around the house you will find lotions, oils and scented lubricants. You'll also find scarves, silk, satin, and feathers. We have music from the islands playing along with ocean sounds. You'll also find cushions, pillows and mats strewn inside and out on the deck. "Everything will be done in public for a couple of reasons. First, we want this to be an evening of exploration. We want you to immerse yourselves in the event and into the pleasure provided by your partners. We also want to make sure that no one is tempted to violate the non-penetration rule. Touching is cool. Exploring and embracing orgasmic bliss are cool. Crossing the line and violating couples' bonds with each other is very uncool. "My lovely and shy assistant, Kelly, has two coconuts ..." "Does she ever!" yelled out a bearded guy from the back of the room. Keith laughed and then continued. "One coconut is for boys and one is for girls. Inside are strips of paper with parts of love quotes or poems. You are to find the person who has the completing portion of your quote or poem, and that is your partner for the evening. If lovers are matched to each other, you have the choice of keeping your partner or asking if anyone would like to swap. Once you and your partner have found each other, you just find a spot, get any tools you wish from the baskets spread around, strip, and start touching. By the way, we encourage watching. Feel free to walk around to pick up ideas and let your imaginations soar!" With that, Keith put down the microphone, turned up the music, and Kelly walked around the circle passing around the coconuts. Game players then began mingling to find their partners. Beth's quote began: "Love is composed of a single soul ..." She searched around until she found an older dark-haired man with the phrase: "... inhabiting two bodies. Aristotle" Beth & Michael: Games "I think we're a match," he said. He extended his hand and said, "I'm Matt." "Hi. I'm Beth." "I don't mean to embarrass you, but you are a stunningly beautiful woman. If these pieces of paper were lottery tickets, I would definitely be the powerball winner. Who's the lucky guy in your life?" Beth smiled and pointed to Michael. "His name is Michael, and he's my best friend." Matt took her hand, kissed it, and added, "Then, for Michael, I will cherish his treasure for the evening. Do you feel like inside or outside?" Beth was a bit flushed from Matt's gallantry and answered, "Outside. I could use a breeze." Matt looked through one of the baskets, picked out a couple of items and escorted Beth to a spot on the deck. Michael's paper read: "... love brings bewitching grace into the heart. Euripides." He found his match in a raven-haired woman with the quote: "Love distills desire upon the eyes, ..." He smiled shyly at her. "Hi. I'm Lauren," she offered. "I'm Michael," he responded. "That's such a beautiful quote," Lauren remarked. "Who's your partner?" Michael looked toward the couple heading toward the sliding doors to the deck. "That's her. That's Beth." "She's with Matt. You may be in trouble. He's a real charmer," Lauren said with a smile. She turned back to Michael and saw his eyes widen with concern. She chuckled, "I was kidding ... about the trouble part, that is. Matt is a charmer, but he is also the consummate gentleman. I should know. I'm his wife." "Really?" Michael asked. "Really. He will take very good care of her, Michael," she answered comfortingly. "Why don't you and I get to know each other?" She hooked her arm into his, picked up some oil and a scarf, and led them to a cushioned area near the fireplace. Carly's paper read: "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; ..." She found her partner with the phrase: "... what is essential is invisible to the eye. Antoine de Saint-Exupery" Much to her surprise, her partner was Evan. "Do you think they arranged this?" she asked him. "I don't know, but I can't say that I'm disappointed," he said with an excited smile. "I was a little nervous about all of this when Keith talked me into coming. Now that I've met you, I'm damn glad I'm here." Carly tilted her head down and looked up at him with a smile. He seemed so innocent and genuine that she liked him already. She found some lotion, a feather, and a piece of satin, took his hand and led him into the den. The music switched to a softer variety, and the house was alive with electricity as the couples all got to know each other and began their explorations. "May I?" Matt asked Beth, as he indicated that he would like to remove her swimsuit. She shyly nodded her consent. Matt was slow and deliberate, a little like Michael, and his manner was putting her at ease. After removing her top, he folded it, kissed it and laid it aside. Then, he helped her lay on the pillows on her back. She shivered with a combination of cool air and adrenaline. Before Matt removed her bottoms, he moved a heat lamp closer to them. Beth was moved by his thoughtfulness. He stuck his fingers into the side of her bottoms and slowly slid them down her sleek legs. Again, he folded them, kissed them and laid them on top of the other bikini piece. He turned back and gently stroked her hair and surveyed her beauty. "Ready?" he asked as he picked up some oil. Beth nodded. Matt warmed the oil in his hands and began rubbing it into the skin of her shoulders. He took his time with everything. He worked down each of her arms and hands. Then, he moved to her sides and belly before finally reaching her breasts. He didn't say a word as he touched her and kept looking directly into her eyes. Matt used his hands to encircle her breasts. He moved slowly around her erect nipples. He alternated rubbing them gently and pinching them. Each pinch got a little harder, and he watched her face as a guide. Matt picked up the satin and draped it over her nipples. He then used his fingertips to rub the silky material over her sensitized buds. She closed her eyes for the first time so she could concentrate on the sensations. That made Matt smile. He continued working on her breasts for some time. Then, he laid the cloth aside. He gently spread her legs apart, turned his hands over and began tenderly stroking her inner thighs with his fingernails. Beth gulped in air at his touch. Matt took more oil and began giving Beth a lengthy foot massage. He had had studied the pressure points of the feet and applied pressure to the areas connected to her most sensitive areas. Beth bit her lower lip and reveled in the feelings. Matt looked at her perfect body and at her blossoming pussy and felt his manhood grow long and hard. Eventually, Matt began working his way up her ankles, calves, and thighs to his final destination. Bringing your partner to orgasm was not a requirement, but he knew he had to witness the sensuality of watching this amazing woman reach the throes of passion. Matt entered Beth's treasure area by blowing cool air over her blood-engorged region. He, again, used his fingernails to gently scrape her vulva. It was killing him not to be able to taste this exquisite beauty. He gently stretched one of her labia lips and used a small feather to slide up and down the channel alongside it. He repeated with the other side. His penis was like granite as he touched her and smelled her arousal. Next, Matt parted her pussy lips and ran the feather up and down her sodden slit. She gasped at the feeling. He asked if she was comfortable with him inserting his fingers into her vagina, and she nodded yes with closed eyes. She desperately needed relief. Matt inserted an index finger and began fucking her with it. Then, he added a second and a third finger. He worked on the ridge along the top of her canal as he moved. Matt picked up the wispy feather and began rubbing her distended clit with it. She let out an "ahh" at the first direct touch on her button. Matt squirted a little KY on his thumb and forefinger and began rubbing her aching clit more earnestly. That pushed Beth over the edge. Her body stiffened, and she thrust her sex toward Matt's hands. He watched her involuntarily assault his fingers and flood them with fluid. Her cooing sounds practically pushed him over the edge as he pressed his steel penis against the cloth of his trunks. Finally Beth's body relaxed. Matt removed his fingers from her pleasure palace and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Thank you, Matt," Beth panted. "That was an amazing orgasm for just fingers and hands." He, again, picked up one of her hands and kissed it. "It was an extreme honor to be able to bring you pleasure, Beth." She opened her eyes and saw the loving look in his eyes. Then, she sat up and asked him to take her place. His dick was so swollen that she had trouble working his trunks past his pubic area. She had learned enough from being with Michael to recognize that Matt was in extreme need of relief. His cock was about six inches in length but it was very thick and red. The veins wrapping around it were bulging. Matt's crotch was covered with dense, dark, curly hair. The cap on the end of his cock was dark red and bulging. Beth wasted no time in putting oil on her hands and grabbing his rigid member. She didn't ask permission; she just began pumping him with both hands. It took only about 30 seconds for him to thrust his hips and to launch a strong series of white ropes high into the air. He grunted and moaned as the blasts of pleasure surged through him. When his cum eventually slowed to a drizzle on her hands, she stopped her jacking motion. She got some tissues to clean herself and Matt. "You looked like you needed that bad," she said when he opened his eyes. "Oh my God, you have no idea," he said between pants. "Thank you. I thought I was going to blow a hole in my trunks. I have to tell you, Beth, Michael may be the luckiest man on the planet." She smiled. "Do you still want to go through the whole body massage?" "Actually, I'd just like to lie here and recover. That was a monster orgasm. I hope I didn't hit you in the face or anything." "No. I'm fine. I'll go get us some fresh drinks," she said. "That sounds great," he said as she got up to go to the bar. In the other room, Lauren had to lead Michael. She asked him to remove her swimsuit and to stand up to remove his. She told him she wanted to be able to admire his magic wand while he touched her. Michael was definitely excited by Lauren's naked body. She had more mature breasts that Beth. They were rounder and hung lower on her chest. Her crimson nipples were large and distended in anticipation of his touch. Her skin was darker and was spotted with freckles. Her normally dark pubic hair was completely removed. In fact, Michael marveled at the fact that he couldn't even see stubble. Lauren wasn't an athlete, but she did swim, take aerobic classes, and bike, so her body was firm. Because of the swimming, she also had deep tan lines around the outline of skimpy bikinis. Knowing that she felt comfortable parading her body around in such small swimwear also had a stimulating effect on Michael. She watched his young eyes as he scanned her. "Do you like what you see?" Lauren asked. "Very much," Michael managed to blurt out. His cock was definitely at full mast and, like a sexual metronome, kept time to his heartbeat. Lauren could see the lust in his eyes, and it made her wet knowing that she could get such a young, handsome man so aroused. "Why don't you get some of that oil and work it into my tits?" she suggested as she took a drink of her Mai Tai. "I'm a sucker for a good boob rub." While Michael poured some oil into his trembling hands and warmed it, she admired his long, hard penis. She liked the way his balls were hugging him in their excitement and the sparse hair on his ball sack. She liked being able to see more of him. She watched his pulsing manhood almost reach out for her as he moved into position. She was definitely going to enjoy playing with him. Michael filled his hands with Lauren's breasts and began kneading them. He loved their softness compared to Beth's firmer mounds. Her nipples were very long and were begging to be sucked. She snickered to herself as she watched him struggle to resist putting them in his mouth. There was something especially sensual about his trembling innocence and exploration. Every new surface was an adventure to him. Lauren dearly loved Matt, but this was turning out to be even more stimulating that she had anticipated. After what seemed like an eternity, Michael began moving down Lauren's belly toward her cherry vulva. He was sweating as he got closer. Lauren pretended to keep her eyes closed for awhile, but she was enjoying his reactions to her body too much to bother now. She watched his face and hands and penis intently as he moved. She wondered if he would touch her and perhaps rub her with it or if he would be too worried about exploding. "Is .. it okay is ..." "Michael, you are so gentle and kind, I am comfortable with you doing anything you want. You don't have to ask. Just follow your instincts," she said. Michael smiled. He applied more oil to his hands and started rubbing the entirety of her sex. She moaned to show her appreciation. He took two fingers and rubbed the length of her silky slit. She was highly aroused, and her pussy opened for him as soon as he began playing with her. Michael loved touching her, but he was starting to feel some aching in his balls and wondered how much more of this he could take. Michael next inserted his fingers into her love canal. He closed his eyes and imagined driving his penis into this silken chamber. She was so wet that her juice was dripping out of her. He wasn't going to bother with any more oil. She would provide a better and more erotic lubricant. He gently scratched her G-spot with one hand and began circling her engorged clit with the pads of the fingers on his other hand. Her clit was smooth and taut because of her state of high arousal, and he paid close attention to which movements caused the most moaning. Lauren had been in conscious control for most of the session, but now her body began to take over. She breathed in a more fervent way. She was beginning to undulate to his manipulations. Her thigh moved up and brushed his cock, which was like a bolt of lightening hitting him. He was now responding to primal urges himself and moved so he could continue rubbing her clit with his wooden penis. Lauren felt the different texture of skin and the heat and looked down to see him press her clit with his dick, and it sent her tumbling into an intense orgasm. She began thrashing and pushing her sex at him. Michael lost all control and began spewing stream after stream of spunk into the air. At last, Lauren slowed her movements as her spasms subsided. Michael, too, began to relax. As soon as he regained his composure, he looked at Lauren's sperm-covered body and started turning red. "Hey, hey, Kiddo. It's okay. Feeling that big dick of your rubbing me is what sent me over the edge," she said in a soothing tone. "Michael, that was one of the most erotic things I've done in awhile. And, seeing your excitement at this old married body made me feel incredible. So, relax. I'm quite flattered and quite content." Michael began relaxing as she spoke. He grabbed a box of tissues and began cleaning her. She was sitting up, leaning back on her elbows, and he watched her boobs bounce as rubbed her body with the tissues. He couldn't believe it, but he was already starting to grow again. Lauren chuckled and marveled at the sexual energy coursing through his young veins. Since he was rising to the occasion, Lauren changed positions with him. She used her long nails to gently scratch the underside of his ball sack. Michael was at full mast in no time. Then she oiled both hands and began grabbing him at the base of his stiff rod and running her hand all the way up his length. Then she quickly replaced the other hand and repeated the motion. She liked doing this to Matt, but the usually followed up by taking him in her mouth. Michael would have to do with a quick hand job. The more rapidly she stroked him, the more she continued tickling his tight ball sack. She could feel the hair moving, which indicated his babymakers were loading up for another blast. She used her nails on the sensitive skin on the underside of his penis, and his breathing became more rapid. "Oh, fuck," he muttered. "Don't I wish," Lauren said to herself. Michael erupted with a quick series of shots straight up in the air. His white seed landed on his chest and belly, and Lauren milked him until his cum was just a trickle. She looked down to see that her tits and her pussy were gleaming with the oil from Michael's earlier manipulations and her own sweat. Of course, his softening prick had a pretty good shine on it as well. "Wow, Lauren, thanks," he spat out. "Honey, you don't have to thank me. This was a genuine pleasure," she said. Then, even though she wasn't supposed to do it, she bent over and kissed the end of dick. She liked the salty musk of his semen on her lips and hoped Michael would be available for oral games in the future. Lauren cleaned him and washed down his seminal residue with a watered-down drink. "I think I better go refresh these," she said, rising and taking both their glasses to the bar. Michael just breathed "okay" to no one in particular. In the den, Carly and Evan were enjoying the best first date either of them had ever imagined having. Carly massaged Evan first, partly because she liked touching dicks and partly because she figured she would get a better massage if she got him hot and bothered. She really liked his dick. It was only average in length, but it was as straight as an arrow and had a cute little cap on the end. It really did look like a missile. Evan didn't have much body hair, but he had a thick mat of fur around his wiener. If this relationship lasted, she was going to have to do something about trimming the weeds, she thought. She loved his smooth skin. "Oh, baby, that is a dick just begging to be sucked," she said to herself. Maybe because of their youth ... maybe because they were both eager to explore each other's bodies ... neither of them spent much time on body parts that did not lead directly to orgasm. Once Carly and Evan were naked, she tied a scarf around his eyes and began rubbing his thighs and lower abdomen. She worked her way quickly to his rod. She and Taylor had used their mouths a lot on each other, so limiting herself to only hands more of a challenge. "Don't move," Carly instructed. She went into the kitchen and got a small bowl of ice cubes. She looked around the house and saw all manner of naked people rubbing each other to climax. She got wet from the magnitude of it. She sat next to Evan and watched his penis bounce off his chest in anticipation. She took an ice cube and ran it slowly up and down his shaft. He jumped from the icy sensation. Then, she cupped the cube in her hand and rubbed it around his balls. Next, she put another cube on his nipples and watched the tiny buds harden. Carly ran back into the kitchen and soaked a cloth in hot water. She squeezed it to get out most of the water and to keep it warm. She ran back to Evan and wrapped his cock with the hot cloth. Then, she took another cube and rubbed his balls again. She held the cube in her fingers and let cold droplets land on the very tip of his penis, which was the only bit not covered by the warm cloth. Evan closed his eyes and marveled at the different sensations she was giving him. Then, Carly unwrapped the hot cloth, put a small cube in it and re-wrapped Evan's swollen prick with the fabric. She began rapidly jacking him with it. His heat quickly melted the ice, and he was swiftly approaching blast-off. Next, Carly did something she had only read about. She dipped her finger in an oil pool and inserted it into Evan's anus. She massaged what she assumed was his prostate. Evan shot for the moon on that one. Carly was able to pump what looked like a pint of spunk out of him before he finally stopped gushing. She used the cloth to wipe up the spray. "Oh my God! If you can do stuff like that by just using your hands, I may have to marry you so you don't get away," he said in his post-orgasmic bliss. "One step at a time, Cowboy. I've got a flaming hot pussy here that needs some attention badly." Evan took off the scarf, opened his eyes, sat up, and smiled as he looked down at the magnificent soaked love blossom Carly was spreading for him. "Lie down. I'll be right back." Evan hurried off to find Keith. He saw the big man focused on the lovely vagina of his partner in the next room. He bent down to ask him a question. Keith nodded and said that lovers that get matched by chance can pretty much do whatever they want. That made Evan very happy. He sprinted back to Carly and used the same scarf she had used to hide her eyes. He was so excited he was already hard. He was crazy about her tits. They weren't too big, but they had a great shape and puffy, stiff nipples. He quickly sent to work squeezing and rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples. He was eager to get to the grand prize but didn't want to short-change her on a good hooter rub, so he patiently tweaked, pulled, and rubbed her little cones. Finally, he greased his hands and reached down for the promise land. He tickled her pussy with the feather, ran his fingers up and down her silken slit and plunged his fingers into her hot carnal cavern. He avoided any contact with her clit and watched as it grew and stretched to find him ... to find relief. He probed her inner sanctum and stroked her special spot. When he felt the beginnings of tremors and sensed rhythmic spasms around his fingers, he went in for the kill with his mouth and tongue on her scorching clitoris. Beth & Michael: Games Carly didn't expect to feel his tongue on her, and she arched her back and let out a loud primal cry as her orgasm hit like a runaway train. Even considered himself to be a pretty good cuntsman, and he used all his skill to stretch Carly's orgasm as long as possible. It seemed like ages that she thrashed and bucked against his mouth. Finally, with his face drenched in erotic liqueur, he released her clit, pulled out his fingers, and lay alongside her body, resting on his elbow. He ogled at her gorgeous body while she recovered. When Carly removed the scarf, it was practically dripping with sweat. "Fuck! I thought we could only use hands. What was that?" "I went and asked Keith. He said that lovers who get paired up can do whatever they want. I wanted to taste you so badly I thought I was going to scream louder than you just did. So, I did what comes naturally. I'm just guessing, but I don't think you'll be lodging any complaints." "Only if you plan on leaving me." "I can't leave you ... ever. Can you imagine how boring it would be to go on a normal first date with anyone else after this?!" Carly burst out laughing, reached up and pulled Evan down to her. They lay there laughing, talking and cuddling for a long time. Then, they went into the kitchen to fill a plate with food. They walked out on the deck. Most people seemed to have reconfigured themselves into couples. They saw Beth sitting on Michael's lap talking to an older couple who was doing the same thing. Evan walked over to get Michael's attention. "Hey, I don't want to interrupt, but can I ask you a favor?" "Don't worry about it," Beth said. "I need to take a bathroom break anyway and refresh this." She held up her drink glass. "I'll come with you," Lauren said, and she and Beth went off. Matt just looked out over the lake while Michael walked over with Evan to find out what he needed. "This has been the most amazing night I've had, well, ever!" Michael smiled. "Do you think Carly and I could spend the night together here somewhere?" "Sure. No problem," Michael replied. "We can haul some pillows and blankets into our room and make a big soft pallet on the floor next to our bed." "Do you think Beth will mind? She may want some privacy after all of this." "No. She'll be totally cool with it. She really likes Carly, and if you and Carly are starting to click, she'll be glad to do anything to help." Evan's whole face broke into a huge smile. He looked back at Carly, who was wrapped in a blanket staring out at the water. "She is so great and sooooo beautiful. I don't even know how to begin thanking you and Keith for ... everything!" "Just love each other. That's all the thanks we need." "That's the easiest thing in the world." He ran over and told Carly. She broke into a huge smile and mouthed "thank you" to Michael. Beth walked up beside him and asked, "So what was the favor?" "Carly and Evan don't want this night to end, so they asked if they could spend the night here at Chez Orgasm. I told them we'd build a soft pallet for them in our room. They seem pretty psyched." "Are you kidding? That's great! I'm sooooo happy for them. Hey, maybe that's a cool new business we could start." Michael looked at her confused and asked, "What do you mean?" "A dating service ... a very SPECIAL dating service, where on your first date, you are required to get naked and rub yourselves into orgasmic oblivion while dozens of other naked people do the exact same thing." "What would you call it?" Michael asked. "Uhm ... 'The Sure Thing Dating Company'." "Sure thing, huh?" He moved her around so they were facing each other and had their bodies in contact with each other. "You mean like what I feel whenever I look at you?" Beth reached up and kissed him, slowly and passionately. "Uh huh," she uttered between kisses. "You mean like the way I get tingly and my stomach feels like butterflies whenever I've been away from you for a huge amount of time like five minutes and you enter into the room?" he managed to blurt out while she continued kissing him. "Uh huh." "You mean like ..." "Will you shut up and kiss me?" she interrupted. Michael laughed, picked her up, carried her inside to the big leather chair beside the fire, sat down with Beth on his lap and made out with her until the fire was just a collection of embers. Most of the couples had gathered their clothes and somehow managed to find their way home. Michael told Keith and Kelly about Evan and Carly. Kelly was resting her cheek on Keith's broad shoulder. She smiled. "That's cool, man," Keith answered. "Besides, it'll give us two more sets of hands for clean-up tomorrow." "I think they are so happy about the evening and being set up together that they'd gladly clean up everything themselves." Keith smiled a wide smile. "Works for me." He looked at Kelly and said, "Ready to retire?" She reached down and grabbed his big dick, which, for once, was just hanging. "Yes ... and thank God, this monster is all tuckered out as well." "So far, but if you keep bothering him, he's going to get swollen and angry again!" Kelly let Keith's pecker slap against his thigh, took his hand, and led him into the bedroom. Beth, Michael, Evan, and Carly looked around at the empty house, and Evan suggested building the floor bed out here next to the fireplace. That would give all of them privacy. Once it was completed, they blew out all the candles except for one they took with them into their bedroom. Evan and Carly softly kissed and held each other for a long time. The strains of Van Morrison's "Moondance" began filling the lake house. Evan moved between Carly's legs. He kissed her ankles and began making sweet love to her. After they finished, she held him close, and they fell asleep in each other's arms. Beth mounted Michael and rocked on his cock until they came together. Then, with him still lodged inside her, she lay on his chest and fell fast asleep. Michael was as happy as he had ever been. He moved her up a little so their hearts were on top of each other. He still thanked the Gods every day for allowing him to share life with this amazing creature. He wondered if anyone had ever loved anyone else as much as he loved Beth. He sincerely doubted it. He wondered how any other game would ever top this one. As sleep began to wash over him, he wondered whether Carly had found her soul mate. He wondered .................. Beth & Michael: Haunted by the Past 1. The next morning after the Islands party, Beth and Michael were the first to awaken. They took a hot shower together and walked out of the bathroom completely naked. Carly and Evan had begun to stir. Beth handed them a single set of towels, and they headed off for a hot shower together. Beth and Michael had made a pretty good dent in the mess from the party when Carly and Evan emerged ... also stark naked. They joined in and helped clean. By the time Keith and Kelly staggered out of their bedroom, the house was immaculate, coffee, bagels and fruit had been laid out on the kitchen counter, and the four new friends were sitting out on the deck laughing and talking. Kelly spread cream cheese on a couple of bagels for she and Keith while he poured coffee and cream for each of them. They walked out and saw the four friends in their birthday suits. "Excuse me! Does this look like a nudist day care center to you? What are you kids doing with your schlongs and pussies hanging out for the world to see?" "Looks like you've created a monster," Keith said with a laugh. "After last night, clothes now seem superfluous," Beth answered as she took a sip of her coffee. Kelly turned to Keith and said, "It looks like they've all crossed over to the dark side." "Looks like the pink and horny side to me," Keith replied. "Now your transformation to our family is complete." He walked over and gave Beth and Carly bear hugs. He looked down at them and said, "Damn. You two are fine looking women. I may never be soft again with you two running around like this." "I'm pretty happy with my cockfest as well," Kelly said, as she gave both Michael and Evan a quick dick squeeze. "Hey, thanks for cleaning up the place," Keith said. "I didn't mean for you to do all the work." "Are you kidding? After introducing me to Carly and letting us come to the party last night? I'll wash your car and do your laundry too, if you want," Evan said to general laughter. He walked over and hugged Carly and gave her a kiss. "Kids, kids, kids. If you start all that mushy stuff, everybody's gonna start fucking, and I just got out of bed ten minutes ago!" Keith said as he popped the last off his bagel into his mouth. "How about a swim?" He grabbed a towel out of the cabinet on the deck and headed for the dock. "Wait for me," Kelly shouted after him. The other four looked at each other, shrugged, and headed for the lake as well. The six friends spent most of the afternoon swimming, splashing, and sunning. They delighted in rubbing suntan lotion onto whatever member of the opposite sex happened to be near them at the time. Dicks were hard and pussies were wet, as they played in the sun. Later, they cooked burgers on the grill, iced some beer and made a day of it. In their reverie, none of them paid any attention to the lights on the opposite shore as the sun sank behind the hills. A couple of bubbas in camping attire watched them with binoculars. "Goddamn, those girls are hot!" the taller one exclaimed. "I can't believe Beth Anderson is still dating that shithead," the shorter one replied. "What do you think Scott will say when we tell him?" "That Miss Perfectbody is shacking up with the dweeb and a bunch of losers? He'll be very interested. Goddamn, I can't believe how fuckin' good she looks naked. Imagine ramming your rod in that all night." "Yeah. I've been giving that some serious thought," said the taller one. "Come on. Let's go tell Scott." 2. College dorm life changed pretty dramatically for Beth and Carly. Now that they had become such good friends and had boyfriends with off-campus housing, they had to arrange to stay in the dorm on certain nights just to see each other. Otherwise, they stayed with their men. The lake house was home sweet home on weekends. Keith and Kelly would usually hang out with them, but sometimes did their own thing. Beth, Michael, Carly, and Evan became inseparable. Since they all joined the ranks of weekend nudists, they never wore clothes inside. As fall wore on, it was getting too cold to go outside naked, but they would sometimes wrap themselves in thick blankets and cuddle on the deck. They still didn't know they were often being watched. "When are we gonna do this?" a big tubby guy asked. "Soon," answered Scott. The voice was that of Scott Larsen, the former quarterback at Beth's and Michael's high school. He also had been a boyfriend of Beth's in the past. She broke up with him the night he got drunk and practically ripped her clothes off at a party. Michael had to step in and break Scott's nose to get Beth out of harm's way. "Too bad they aren't running around naked outside anymore. Man, I tell you, those are some seriously hot pussies," the fat guy remarked. "They're gonna get a lot hotter," Scott replied as he watched through his binoculars. "Friction does that, you know." Saturday morning, everyone but Michael had school projects to work on. So, after breakfast, they headed to the library. The group planned to meet later for pizza and a movie. Michael decided to explore and drove to a mall on the other side of town. He stopped at a convenience to get a bottle of water and was casually looking at a couple of magazines, when a familiar truck pulled in for gas. He did a double take. "Scott?" he said to himself. He hid behind a tall rack of maps and watched as Scott Larsen got out to fill up his truck with gas. As usual, he had a few ex-members of the Hurricanes football team with him. They turned to come into the store, so Michael ducked into the men's room. They bought some Red Bulls and some junk food and headed out. Michael could hear them leave and crept out of the bathroom. That is so weird, he thought. What are those gorillas doing here? He thought about it and decided not to bother telling Beth. It would upset her for no reason. This was just a coincidence, right? Michael had to work the following Saturday helping the firm get ready for a convention they would be attending the following week. Keith and Kelly had gone to spend the day at his brother's house about an hour south. Evan was busy with his school project team, so Beth and Carly decided to hang out at the lake house together. They had their school books and a couple of movies from Blockbuster, so they were set. "This is too perfect," Scott said to the three idiots that comprised his brain trust. "The only two people who are in the house are Beth and that hot chick she hangs out with." "They're about to get the fucking of their lives," shouted the tall one. He and tubby slapped hands. "Will you two shut up!" Scott demanded. "Christ! Try using your brain for a change." They giggled to each other. "How are we gonna get in the house?" the short one asked. "I'm working on that," Scott answered. "Carly, are you hungry?" Beth yelled to Carly, who was on the deck. "Yeah!" she shouted. "Let's make it easy. Call Dominos!" "Sounds good!" Scott smiled. 3. "Hello," Beth said as she answered the phone. "So, what're you two up to?" Michael asked. "Just hanging. We ordered a pizza, and we may put on that Meryl Streep movie we rented. How are things going at the office?" "Fine. We'll probably have the presentation completed in an hour or two. I don't know if Dan will need me after that or not." "How does it look?" "Good. Both Dan and Phil really like what we've done." "What can I say? Handsome and smart!" "Yeah, well, it's not all me, you know." "Can't you just ever accept a compliment?" she asked half-teasingly. "This coming from Miss Do-you-think-I'm-sexy?" "That's so old." "And, Miss I'll-never-get-into-college, with my 3.96 GPA and my killer SATs? You can't give ANYONE a hard time about compliments!" "You're just crabby because you're at work on a gorgeous Saturday, and I'm here by the lake." "You got me on that one." "I win!" Michael laughed. "Okay ... you win. Hey, I think break's over. I'll call you on your cell, so keep it handy." "Yes, sir. I miss you, so hurry up!" "Do your legs miss me?" Beth smirked and rolled her eyes. "Yes, my legs miss you." "Do your arms miss me?" "Yes ... yes ... my arms miss you." "Do your lips miss me?" "You are such a retard!" Michael cackled. He loved driving her crazy. "Okay, this is Mr. Retard signing off." "Goodbye, Mr. Retard." "Goodbye, Ms. Hotness. I love you." "I love you too. Call me when you're done." "Will do." Michael hung up, and Beth smiled as she hung up the phone. Outside, Scott drove his truck quietly down the long gravel drive to the lake house and stopped behind a big tree that hid the truck from the house. He and his posse sat and waited. Before long, a Toyota roared up, and a kid in a Domino's outfit jumped out. Scott got out and tried to make it look like he just arrived himself. "Yo! Pizza Guy! Perfect timing. How much do I owe you?" The kid looked a little confused, but he walked over to Scott. "That's $15.05." "Cool. Here's a $20. Keep the change." "Thanks," the delivery guy said with a grin. He hoped back in his car and drove away. "Boone, you carry it up to the door." The fat guy took the pie, walked up the front stoop, and rang the door bell. "I got it," Carly called inside. She opened the door and saw what looked like a fat pizza delivery guy on the other side. "What's the damage?" "$15.05, ma'am." Carly turned to get some money out of her purse, and the delivery guy walked right into the house. "Uh, excuse me. Please wait outside," Carly ordered. "I'd rather wait inside." "Boone? What're you doing here?" Beth asked as she entered the room. "Hello, Beth. Just happened to be in the neighborhood ... thought I'd drop in." The front door opened and the rest of the gang walked in. "Scott?" she said with a mixture of surprise and alarm. "You know these assholes?" Carly asked. "Such language," Scott mocked. "Aren't you glad to see me, Babycakes?" he asked Beth. "You need to leave ... NOW!" Beth demanded. She ran over and picked up the phone. "I'm calling the cops, Scott. Just get out of here!" The tall guy, Baker, ran over, pulled the phone out of her hands and smashed it against the fireplace. "Oops! It slipped." The posse laughed. "Darn it, Baker. You need to be more careful!" "Sorry," he said as he stuck out hi lower lip. "Bethy don't mind, do you, Babycakes? After all, you're a forgive-and-forget kind girl, aren't you? You wouldn't hold an accident or a little drunken fun against a guy, now, would you?" "Beth, what's this about?" Carly asked. "Scott and I dated in high school. We broke up a couple of times. The last time we tried dating, he got very drunk and practically ripped my clothes off at a party of Neanderthals. Being a little slow, he couldn't understand why I would dump him -- permanently -- after that. "God, Scott! That's such ancient history. I've moved on. You need to move on!" Beth shouted. "Oh, I moved on, Babycakes. Me and Mindy Skylar have been doing the deed for quite awhile." "There's a meeting of the minds," Beth said sarcastically. The posse let out a collective "Ohhhh." "You know, Babycakes, she may not have scored 14 kazillion on her SATs, but she's hot, and she loves me." "Swell. I'm thrilled for you; so why don't you leave?" "Because Bethy, you and I have some unfinished business," he said menacingly. "We don't have ANY business," Beth responded. "Oh, I see. You can walk around naked all day with a bunch of geeks and screw that loser all night, and I'm just supposed to walk away, right?" "What are you talking about? Have you been spying on us?" "Hey, I love nature. We all love nature. We were just going for a little walk in the woods and we stumbled on a nudist colony starring Ms. Beth Anderson and her band of fruits!" The posse laughed at his stupid attempt at humor. "God, what's wrong with you? Have you become such a loser that you have to sit in the woods spying on innocent people just to get your rocks off?" "Innocent? That's an interesting choice of words. You dumped me and started dating Steve ... got dumped and started dating Mr. Karate Man -- Oooooo -- I'm scared!" On cue, the posse guffawed. Beth was now getting really angry. She rushed at Scott, hit him in the chest with her fists and tried to push him toward the door. "Get the fuck out!!" Scott was much too strong for her. He caught her arms, wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her into him. "Still a fighter, huh, Babycakes? That's good. That'll make this all the more fun!" "Let me go, shithead!" she screamed as she struggled. "I'll let you go after I've finally gotten what I deserve ... a little taste of that amazing body wrapped around my cock." He forced one of her hands to the front of his bulging jeans. "Feel that, Bethy? You still get me harder than anybody. It's about time you got to enjoy getting fucked by a real man!" Carly had been watching the scene in speechless horror, trying to figure out what to do. "And what about you, Kitten?" Boone asked Carly. "You up for a little fun too? I've got an 8-inch jackhammer in here that I'd love to plant in your pussy garden," he said as he moved toward her. Carly started to run, but Baker grabbed her by the arm. In the commotion, no one heard Beth's cell phone go off in the bedroom. ----------- "C'mon, Beth. Where are you?" Michael said to himself. He got no answer on the home phone either. He wondered if she and Carly had fallen asleep. He hung up in a huff and decided to call again in a few minutes. ---------- "Let's get this party started!" Scott yelled. "Boone, see if they have some cold beer in the fridge. Baker, you stay by the front door, and Henry, you go over by the deck door." Boone came back with four cold Buds and passed them out. "The king of beers! Now, ladies, we know that you are nature lovers, so you won't mind getting au natural for us, now, will you? You -- brown-haired girl -- what's your name?" "Carly," she said on the verge of tears. "Carly. I like that. Okay, Carly, the stage will be the front of the fireplace. Hop over there and strip. We want to see that hot bod of yours up close and personal. Whooo!!" There were catcalls all around. Carly looked at Beth. Neither of them knew what to do. "Oh, wait. I remember a stereo. Where is it?" Beth pointed to Keith's bedroom. "Boone, go put on some tunes for us!" Boone went in and found a classic Lynard Skynard CD, put it on, and cranked it up. "Oh, yeah! Excellent! Now, where were we, ladies? I believe you're up first, Sweetcheeks." Carly started crying and walked slowly to the fireplace. Beth grabbed her. "Fuck you, Scott. You and your band of retards can go to hell!" Beth knew she couldn't fight them off, but her defiance bought them a little extra time. "Bethy, Bethy, Bethy. We can do this the hard way if that's what you want." Then, Scott turned to his mates and said, "Of course, it is gonna get REAL hard very soon, right boys?" Again, hoots and hollers all around. "If raping me is the only way you can get it up, go for it. But, leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with us!" "Bethy, sweetie, getting it UP ain't a problem. Getting it IN ... that's the problem. You'd never let me near that precious honeypot of yours. Well, today's your lucky day," he said as he shoved his bulge toward her. "Today, I finally get my reward for being humiliated by you, and you get to feel what you've been missing!" She huffed. "So, that's what this is about? You're so pathetic. Poor wittle Scooter never got to bang me. Am I the only trophy you never got? Is that what this is about? Bragging rights? You're such a weak wretched excuse for a human being." "I loved you, Beth!" he said jumping up off the sofa and grabbing her arm. "I told you that a thousand times. I wanted a life with you! You used me to get popular and dumped me as soon as you knew how much I cared about you!" "Cared? Cared?! Is THIS your idea of caring? You terrorize two girls and bring these slobbering goons to gang rape us? What the fuck kind of love is that?" "The only kind I can get from you! That's what! We're finished talking. Either you two strip or we'll take care of the clothing ourselves, won't we boys?" "Let her go, and I'll do whatever you want," Beth offered. "How nice and sweet, Bethy, but the boys here need a toy too. You are all mine," he said, pulling her onto the sofa and pinning her next to him. "So, what's it gonna be?" Carly was terrified, but Beth's strength somehow gave her strength. She figured that the longer the strip took the more time they had before being raped. "It's okay, Beth. I can do this," Carly said to her. Beth looked in her eyes and saw something other than terror. She wasn't sure if Carly had a plan, but she could tell Carly was acting from strength, not fear. "Okay, Carly. If you're sure." "Of course, she's sure, Babycakes! She loves the thought of getting fucked by some real men for a change! Come on, Kitten. Show us your thang!" ---------- "Damn it!" Michael said. He hung up the phone for the fifth time with no answer. "Something isn't right. Beth doesn't do this," he said to himself. Michael suddenly remembered seeing Scott and his merry band of retards and got a sick anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Hey, Bill. Beth may be in trouble. I gotta go." "Sure, Michael. Can I help?" Bill asked, but Michael never heard him. "Gotta go!" Michael replied as he grabbed his jacket and raced for the door. ---------- Carly was very unsure of herself. She had certainly never done anything like this before. She started dancing slowly, pulled her hair up, and let it fall like she had seen some actresses do in movies. She started moving to the beat of the music. She kicked off her shoes, one at a time and moved as sensuously as she could in front of the fireplace. Beth watched her, trying to pick up on any clues about her plan. She was also wracking her own brain for ideas. "C'mon, baby! Get to the good stuff!" Baked cried out. Carly figured her best strategy was to tease them, show them a little, and drag this out as long as possible. She started sliding her jeans up and down her ass and shaking her booty at them. Finally, she worked her jeans all the way off. That brought a wild round of applause. All three of the posse started rubbing their erections as they stared at her legs and her cute little butt. She danced slowly around the room, interacting with each of them, touching the faces of the three cretins as she moved. When she returned to the "stage," she slowly pulled off her sweater vest. Carly began using it as a prop. She twirled it. She snapped it. She threw it up in the air. She rubbed it against her crotch. The boys hollered big-time at that. "Skin! Skin! Skin!" became the chant all around. They were starting to get restless. Carly was starting to run low on clothing. She unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt and pushed is down and up her shoulders. She twirled around and bent over so they could see her panty-clad ass. She slowly continued unbuttoning the rest of the buttons. When the shirt was undone, she shook her bra-covered breasts at them. "C'mon, Sweetcheeks, let those babies loose!" Scott called out to more whoops. "Darlin', we need some serious skin ... now!" Boone yelled. Carly looked at Beth and figured she had pushed the act as far as it could go without revealing some of her private areas. Bit by bit, she began removing her bra. Carly unhooked the clasp and slowly slid her arms out of the straps, while still keeping her breasts covered by the cups. She gyrated and danced around the room. Finally, she slid the cups off her breasts and tossed the bra aside. A tear slid down Beth's cheek as she watched her friend debase herself in front of these jackals. Beth & Michael: Haunted by the Past "Pus-sy! Pus-sy! Pus-sy!" was being shouted by all the guys as they toasted each other and watched her hungrily. Carly's bravado was evaporating as she watched the animal eyes stare at her, ready to pounce. Boone got up and went to dance with her. He grabbed her tits roughly and started sticking his hand in her panties, to grab her crotch. He pulled his fingers out, sniffed them and grotesquely licked them with his fat, pink tongue. "Fat Man! Fat Man! Fat Man!" became the chant from all three of the others. Boone liked the attention from his cohorts. He ripped off his shirt and let his big gut hang out and started dancing with Carly. She was repulsed by the spectacle. As the chanting grew louder, he seized her panties from behind and ripped them off of Carly with such force that she spun in a circle and fell against the wall. When she did, her leg came up, and she flashed to raucous crew. "Yeah! That's a show!" Scott screamed. "Look at that pussy, boys! Sweetcheeks, you're about to get fucked raw!!" Michael flew up the driveway. Before he even opened his door, he heard very loud music coming from inside. Then, he heard loud whooping male voices. Just as he feared, Scott's pick-up truck was parked off to the side. He bounded up the front stoop in one leap and burst through the front door with such force that Baker was thrown several feet into the air and landed face first on the hardwood. The explosion through the door took everyone by surprise. Michael quickly surveyed the room. Scott was on the sofa, Baker was on the floor in front of Scott, Henry was sitting on the kitchen table behind the sofa, and Boone had his pants around his ankles with his hard cock sticking out, carrying a naked and crying Carly over his shoulder into Keith's bedroom. Beth was pinned beside Scott, but at least, she was clothed and seemed to be physically unharmed. Boone dropped Carly on the floor and pulled up his pants. Baker got off the floor wiping blood from his mouth. All four of them started moving toward Michael menacingly. Carly ran into Keith's bedroom, slammed the door and bolted it. "And, the hits just keep on comin'," Scott said in a psychotic manner. "Hmm ... Four douche bags against two frightened girls. Those odds sound about right for you and your chicken shit friends, Scott." "Make that THREE frightened girls now, Shithead!" The posse laughed and balled their fists. "I let you off pretty easy last time, Scott, because you were drunk and Beth had already been through enough. This time I'm only giving you one chance to walk out that door right; otherwise, you may never walk again." Beth saw a look in Michael's eyes she had never seen before. It was so cold and terrifying that she was momentarily frightened for the four assailants. Michael wasn't moving. He simply burned holes in Scott with his stare. Beth crept to the fireplace and picked up a poker. "Put that down, Babycakes. This is between me and Shithead, here," Scott warned her. "Beth, go in the bedroom with Carly," Michael said in an even, deep voice, never taking his eyes off of Scott. He knew enough about this group to know Scott was the leader. He would make the first move. Beth knocked on the door and told Carly, "It's okay. It's just me." Carly let her in, and they bolted the door behind them. Scott smiled. "Now, it's us against one girl. I like those odds." "Your odds are getting worse, Scott. Do yourself a favor and walk away," Michael said with an unblinking stare. Scott started laughing. "Ooooh, Jackie Chan! I'm scared!" The idiots howled. "Maybe you need a math tutor, son. It's four against one. I'm feeling pretty good about my odds, right now." "Boo!" Boone said to Michael, which elicited more laughter. Scott lunged at Michael. He faked with his left and brought a hard right cross toward Michael's jaw. Michael easily blocked the punch and sent a crushing side kick directly into Scott's left knee. The sound of the splintering bones and ripping tendons was sickening. "AHHHHH!" Scott shrieked and dropped on the floor holding his ruined leg. Without even looking, Michael sent a vicious blow to Baker's nose with his left elbow. Before Baker could even react, Michael grabbed the hair on the back of his head and smashed Baker's face into Michael's knee. Michael threw the unconscious Baker to the ground and moved toward the others. Boone charged at him with his head down like a battering ram. Michael stepped to the side and used Boone's momentum to throw him through the plate glass window on the front of the house. Boone's weight caused him to hit the ground with such force that his head bounced off the gravel driveway. He never moved after that. Henry was now panicked. He ran around the other side of the sofa to get away from Michael and to head for the front door. About the time he got to the door, Keith walked in, grabbed his shirt and slammed him hard against the door pinning Henry in mid-air with his massive arm. Keith looked around the room surveying the situations. Then, he asked Michael, "Is there any reason why I shouldn't break this piece of shit in half?" "None that I can think of," Michael answered. Keith released Henry so his feet were back on the ground. Then, Keith hit the little turd in the face so hard that Henry did a complete backward somersault off the stoop. Henry hit the ground in front of the steps and laid there like a human welcome mat. "Where are the girls?" Keith asked. "In there," Michael said pointing to Keith's bedroom. "Are they alright?" "Just barely, but yeah. They're okay," Michael answered. Keith walked over and knocked on the door. "It's okay, Ladies. It's over." Beth opened the door, saw Michael, ran, and jumped up into his outstretched arms. He held her so tight it took her a moment just to catch her breath. Scott's continued screaming was now the only sound in the room, and it was becoming a source of increasing irritation for Keith. He kicked Scott in the ribs to get his attention and ordered, "Shut the fuck up!" Scott looked at the huge African American man with the cocked fist ready to pound him, closed his mouth, and whimpered in near silence. Carly had put on one of Keith's giant shirts. He saw her standing in the bedroom doorway and asked in a gentle voice, "Darlin', are you okay?" She nodded yes trying to be strong and fight back tears. "Did they touch you?" She nodded yes, and then the dam broke as tears came pouring out of her eyes. Keith pulled her into his massive chest and tried to comfort her by repeating, "Shhhh. It's okay. It's okay. You're safe now. I've got you." He held her close, tenderly rubbed her hair, kissed the top of her head and rocked her back and forth. Kelly walked in with two grocery bags in her hands, stunned, with her mouth hanging wide open. She saw Beth in Michael's arms and Carly in Keith's. She surveyed the damage with the four out-of-commission assailants strewn about. "Jesus Christ, what happened? Did you do this?" she asked Keith. He kept on holding Carly and stroking her hair, but a small grin spread across his face, like that of a proud father. He tilted his head toward Michael to let Kelly know that Michael was the hero. "Maybe you should call 911," Keith said softly to Kelly. She pulled out her cell phone, still in shock and dialed the emergency number. She requested the police and suggested sending two ambulances. Beth was still sobbing into Michael's chest in a combination of relief and guilt. She still had her legs wrapped around his waist. He maneuvered to the leather chair by the fireplace and sat down with her. "It's okay, Sweetie. It's okay," he said in a soothing voice, but her sobs continued. Michael gently lifted her face toward his so he could look into her red eyes. "Hey, beautiful. Everybody's okay." "No they're not," she choked out through her sobs. "We almost got raped. Carly was forced to strip in front of them and was groped by that fat disgusting pig. And, it's all my fault!" Her wails continued. Michael frowned. "Angel, how could any of this be your fault?" "Because I was stupid enough to get involved with that asshole! Carly could have been hurt. If she'd been hurt I would never have forgiven myself." Michael let her cry it out for awhile before picking up her face again. He brushed back strands of sweaty hair from her face and kissed her forehead and her cheek. "Listen. Hey, I need you to listen to me, okay? You had nothing to do with this. Nothing! Scott's been a piece of shit since the day he was born, and he'll be one until the day the earth finally spits him back under whatever rock he crawled out from. This little stunt will land him and his buddies in jail for a long time ... if they ever get out of the hospital. This had nothing to do with you, okay? This was about them and their sick, warped desire for control. You and Carly were victims. That's all." Beth listened with her face against Michael's chest. Her crying subsided a little, but she still held onto him with all of her might. After awhile, she calmed down enough to look around for Carly, who was now wedged between Keith and Kelly on the sofa with both of their arms wrapped around her. Beth got up from Michael's lap and started to take a step toward Carly. She stopped and reached back for Michael's hand to take him with her. She bent down so she was at eye level with Carly. "Thanks," Beth said to Carly. Carly looked confused. "Thanks? Me? For what?" "For being so brave. I can't believe what you did to buy us the time we needed for the Calvary to arrive." She squeezed Michael hand and pulled him closer to her as she talked. "Me? You were the one who stood right up to those animals. You were the one who gave me the strength to try to do something. Beth, you were amazing! If you hadn't been here, I'm afraid to even think about what would've happened." "I was angry and embarrassed ... and terrified that you would get hurt. You didn't deserve any of this," Beth answered. "What, and you did?" Carly asked. "Beth, those weren't people. Those were sick, twisted freaks. You were the strongest person in the room today. God, I'm so lucky to have a friend like you." She turned to Michael and continued, "You should have seen her. She was ferocious. She even offered to let Scott and those animals do anything they wanted to her if they'd leave me alone." Michael hugged Beth to him so she wouldn't see the look of alarm on his face at the mere thought of her being attacked by that scum. Carly got up and hugged Beth between herself and Michael. "I think I'm the one that needs to say thanks." About that time the sirens came roaring up the driveway. Keith showed the ambulances where to find the assailants and began telling the police the story. Evan finally checked his messages and came screeching up the driveway. He sprinted out of his car toward the house but was stopped by a cop with a cocked gun pointed at him who ordered him to freeze. "It's okay, officer," Keith said. "He's one of the good guys." The cop lowered his weapon, and Evan sprinted into the house to find Carly. He scooped her up and kissed her a hundred times and asked if she was okay. She told him the basics and told him that Michael saved her life. He put her down and ran over to Michael. Evan grabbed Michael's hand and said, "Thank you so much! I don't know what ..." Michael reached out with his other hand and placed it on Evan's shoulder. "Hey ... we're family, right?" Michael smiled at Evan. Evan got a little choked up and said, "Yeah. We're family." He hugged Michael and then returned to Carly. "Michael," Keith said, "The police need to talk to you and Beth. You up for that?" "Sure." He walked over to the officer in charge with Beth still clinging to him. They both told their versions of what happened. The officer was even more distressed to learn that this was a planned attack. After he had asked all his questions and completed his paperwork, he turned to Michael with a serious face. "So, you did all this yourself?" Michael wasn't sure from the look on the policeman's face if he was in trouble, so he swallowed hard and answered, "Yes." If he was going to get into trouble, he might as well not mention Keith's involvement. Then, the officer broke into a smile. "Son, I've got two daughters. My older one's just starting high school. I'm gonna tell her what happened here today to remind her about the importance of aligning herself with good people. And, when she starts dating, well, I only hope she can find someone like you." He tipped his hat to Beth and said, "Ma'am." Then, he got up to give orders to his crew and to wrap things up. "What a fucked up day this turned out to be," Beth said, still holding onto Michael tightly. "Yeah ... yeah ... it was," he replied. Then, he pulled her face up to his and added, "Think I qualify now to get my own action figure?" "I don't know, but you're definitely my hero." She gave him a deep soulful kiss, and they sat holding each other till all the other sounds of the earth melted away. 4. The next day, Keith, Michael, and Evan used a piece of plywood to cover the empty space where the front window used to be. The glass repairman would be there on Wednesday. Michael and Beth decided to get their parents together so they could make one big call on the speakerphone. Beth's dad was ready to go to the hospital to finish the job Michael started. Michael's dad calmed him down by assuring him that Scott would be reminded of this stunt for the rest of his life ... every time he tried to take a step on what was left of his shattered leg. Both mothers were worried sick about Beth's and Carly's states of mind. Beth assured them that she and Carly were fine. "Between Michael, Evan and Keith hovering over us," Beth reported, "Carly and I are now safer than Ft. Knox." The next topic of discussion revolved around the repairs to the front window. The fathers began arguing over who was going to pay. Dan, Michael's father, said it was his responsibility since Michael is the one who broke the window. Beth's father, Bill, said, "Yeah, but he broke it with butt-end of one of the yahoos who threatened to rape my daughter. The hell you're gonna pay. Dan, your son saved my daughter's life! If I hear anything more about this, you and I are gonna have to fight it out!" "Oh, Lord. Will someone please turn off the testosterone faucet in this place," Therese, Michael's mom, chimed in. That got everyone to laugh and chill. "I'm not joking, Dan," Bill said, as his voice caught in his throat, "This is such a small gesture it's almost stupid. This is now the second time Michael stepped up to protect Beth, and this one could have gotten really ugly. If that boy was here right now, Beth wouldn't even be able to get near him because Karen and I would be all over him. Please, let me do this." Karen patted her husband's hand. Dan looked at the emotion in his friend's eyes, softened, and said, "OK. I understand. I'll tell you one thing, I'm glad it was Michael who confronted those boys and not me. If I saw any of them try to lay a pinkie on Beth, I wouldn't have stopped at a busted leg or a broken nose." His throat got a little tight as well. "Oh my God, will you listen to yourselves?" Beth exclaimed. "Are you going to go around beating everybody up for me now?" Keith, who had been listening to the call via the speaker phone, said, "And me." That brought a much needed laugh. Evan added, "Don't forget me!" That brought a bigger laugh. "Great! I'm surrounded by Batman, The Green Hornet, Chuck Norris, and Rocky!" More laughter. "You all seem to be forgetting that I already have Superman right here." She hugged Michael. "Amen!" both fathers said together and gave each other a high-five. Suddenly, Therese let out a loud fake sneeze. "What was that?" Dan asked. "I'm sorry, honey," she said wiping away fake sniffles. "I seem to be developing a terrible allergy to badass. ACHOOO! See, there it goes again." Laughter all around. "Mom, you always did have a way of keeping us humble," Michael said with a chuckle. "Around here, THAT is a full-time job!" Again, more laughs. "Seriously, though, Michael, before we let you kids go," said Karen, "We just want to say thank you. Thank you, my darling boy, for keeping our daughter safe. Of course, you know that when we become yours ..." She was interrupted by raucous laughter. "Oh, brother. Not that again!" Michael responded with a wink to Beth. "When we become yours," Karen continued undeterred, "We're going to owe you big time for this. That's a pretty good position to be in with your in-laws!" "Honey, seriously, we are so proud of you," Therese added. "Michael, can I have your autograph, please?" Keith hollered. That brought the house down. "Thanks, Keith," Michael yelled over the laughter. Beth howled, punched Michael in the ribs and gave Keith a thumbs up. The group said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. All three couples decided they needed to get away from the events of the weekend. Michael was off on Monday anyway because of having to work on Saturday. Everyone else either had late classes or decided just to bag school altogether. They went into the city and got a hotel room -- a suite, naturally -- that overlooked the river. They went to dinner, went to a bar and went dancing. Once they were out on the dance floor, Carly shook her head. Watching Evan on the dance floor was a little like watching chickens fornicate, only without the grace and the style. She was going to have a lot of work to do. Afterwards, they went back to the hotel. The suite had two bedrooms and a foldout couch in the living room. Michael suggested rock-paper-scissors to decide who sleeps where, but Carly immediately jumped in and said the hero got the big bedroom. Michael started to protest, but Beth just put her fingers to his lips to quiet him. Before anyone could offer any other suggestions, Kelly said that Carly deserved the other bedroom. "Besides," she said, "Everyone knows Keith and I need to be in the room with the stereo." They bought some champagne, decided to get naked, and ordered a porn on the hotel TV. The friends quickly got bored with the movie. It seemed so tame compared to their real lives. Soon, the boredom dissolved into a colossal make-out session. After awhile, Beth got up, said goodnight to everyone, and led Michael and his boner into their bedroom. Carly then excused herself and pulled Evan, by his erection, into the other bedroom. Keith turned off the movie and turned on the stereo ... Reggae music, of course. After the events of the day, Michael needed a long, slow lovemaking session. He crawled into bed with Beth, kissed her, and stared at her with love literally pouring out of his eyes. He was so grateful that she had not been hurt. He remembered what his father had said. He knew that if any of those slime balls had actually harmed her, he would have killed them all. Beth, felt her stomach tingle as Michael's eyes bore into her. Not that she ever had even the slightest doubt about his love for her, but looking into those eyes, she suddenly felt completely encased by his feelings for her. His emotions were so thick she could have reached out and touched them. Michael made her safe. He made her whole. He was her life. Michael reached down to make sure Beth was wet and ready. He didn't want to spend any time on foreplay. Not this time. He desperately needed to be inside her. Beth felt the same. She ached not having him complete her. He moved between her legs, and she guided him firm penis into her. He moved gently in and out of his treasured lady. He kept repeating over and over how much he loved her, how in love we was with her, and that she was everything to him. She threw her arms around his neck and held him close. She closed her eyes so she could feel every movement, every moment as he rhythmically entered and withdrew from her sex. She used her vaginal muscles to cling to him as he made passionate love to her. Beth & Michael: Haunted by the Past As they approached climax, without making a sound, they simultaneously lifted their heads and stared deeply into each other eyes. They both had to struggle to keep their eyes open as their passion overwhelmed them, but somehow they managed. As usual, Beth's favorite moment was the feeling of Michael flooding her with his seed. A tear rolled down Michael's cheek as he looked at his precious, precious woman. He often felt like his heart was going to swell up and burst whenever he was with her, and the events of the previous day magnified those emotions. Beth sensed what he was feeling, smiled at him lovingly, and kissed away his tears. They hadn't spoken a single word, but their gazes spoke volumes. Michael laid his head on her warm chest, happy she was here with him and safe. Their tender reflections were interrupted by Kelly suddenly shrieking, "Oh fuck me! That's it, Baby! Stuff me! Stuff me, Baby! Fill me up! Oh, fuck, your cock is gigantic!" Michael and Beth looked at each other, and the absurdity of the moment caused them to break out in a huge laughter that lasted for several minutes. When they finally caught their breath, Beth yelled out, "Hey! Could you hold it down! Some of us are trying to do some serious fucking in here!" Kelly couldn't even manage to give a smart-ass retort. She just moaned and screamed, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Son-of-bitch that feels good!" "I guess there's some serious fucking going on out there too," said a giggling Michael. He rolled over on his back and brought Beth with him so that she was now lying on his chest. He picked up her head so they were looking at each other. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Beth made a hurt face. "Why, no. I haven't heard that in ages." "You are such a liar!" he said as he grabbed her and started tickling her. "I beg your pardon! That's a very rude thing to s ..." Her words were interrupted by the sudden sensation of Michael's index finger assaulting her expanding clit. "Oh, fuck that feels good." "That was my intention," he said nibbling her ear and her neck. She reached down and found his rapidly growing member and said, "Nothing against your magic fingers, but I'd rather have your magic wand in my twat ... as soon as possible." Michael moved between her legs again and entered her drenched passage. "Michael, please don't leave me," she said as she kissed him. Michael furrowed his brow and asked, "Why would I ever, ever, ever leave you?" "No, I mean don't ever take you dick out of me again. Let's just stay like this until we shrivel up and die. The hotel maid will find our entangled bones matted and stuck together." Michael smiled as he kissed her. "I certainly can't think of a better way to go." "Oh, Jesus, fucking Christ!" Kelly screamed from the other room. "Of course, even when we're dead, we'll still be able to hear that!" Michael remarked. Beth started laughing, and Michael started "blowing bubbles" on her neck. He also started humping her like a madman. Beth took the cue and started screaming, through her laughter, "Oh! Oh! That's it! Ride me big stallion! Blow me apart with your big canon! That's it! Right there! Oh, fuck, Michael! Your giant cock is gonna rip me in two! Pound me, Baby! Pound me! Fuck me harder! Harder!" In the other bedroom, Evan was in the midst of inserting his extended tongue into Carly's juicy snatch when the escalating commotion from the other two rooms made them stop and look at each other quizzically. They stared for a moment, shrugged, and then Evan got back down to business. It was going to be a long night. Beth & Michael: The Next Step 1. Beth came down from her shower and found her mom alone in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. "Mom, I've got some news," Beth said. "Oh? What kind of news, honey?" Karen asked as she continued rinsing off dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. "Good news. The best news!!" Karen stopped what she was doing, turned off the water, and turned to face her daughter. "Best news, huh? Well ... don't just stand there ... spit it out!" "Michael and I have started dating!" Karen tilted her head, smiled and asked, "So, when did this relationship begin?" "Today! It was the most amazing thing. Grandma asked me a few days ago whether I had ever thought about dating Michael. I asked her why, and she said, 'Because Michael looks at you the way your granddad always looked at me. None of those other boys you go out with do that.' So, that got me thinking. Mom," she paused. "Uhmm hmm," Karen responded, watching her daughter's face. "I think I'm in love with him." "I think you probably are too." "Really? You do? Why didn't you say anything?" "Why?" Karen smiled in a curious way. "Because, Sweetie, this had to be your discovery, not mine." They sat at the kitchen table. "I think the world of Michael. We all do," she said, indicating the rest of Beth's family, "And, I can't think of many things that would make me happier than seeing the two of you together. But, my happiness isn't the issue. Yours is. If you and Michael were meant to be, you had to come to that conclusion on your own. There are a lot of things to admire about Michael, but, as a mother, what I love most about him is that as beautiful as you are on the outside, he loves the you 'inside.' How many mothers get to say that about the guys their daughters date and really mean it?" "Why didn't I see that, Mom?" "Probably because you're normal high school girl who finds it exciting to be asked out by the star quarterback or the class president," Karen answered. "You know how we eat out every night when we go on vacation, and that's fun for awhile?" "Yeah ..." Beth answered, not knowing what her mom meant. "Once we get home, what's the first thing we usually do?" "Make a batch of Grandma's famous spaghetti sauce," Beth answered with a knowing smile. "Exactly," Karen replied. "Michael is a little like that sauce. Scott and those other guys were exciting for awhile, but Michael is the kind of guy you come home to and build a life with ... a guy you can depend on ... maybe the kind of guy you fall in love with, hmm?" Beth broke into a huge grin. "Yeah. Yeah, Mom, that's it." Then, she continued, "But, Mom, he's also gorgeous. I love his dark brown, wavy hair and those eyes ... Mom, I can get lost in his dark eyes. He's got a great body, and Mom, his ..." She suddenly stopped and blushed. "He's got a nice package?" Karen asked with raised eyebrows. "It's okay to talk about that too, you know. In fact, I'm a pretty big fan of men's packages myself." Beth smiled a relieved smile. "You're right. He's hot. But, you know what I notice?" Beth shook her head no. "When you walk into any room, he locks onto you like a laser. He can't take his eyes off of you. He focuses on your words. He pays attention to your needs. Darling, you clearly rock his world," Karen said. "What'll Dad think?" Karen smiled. "You remember the Spring Valley game when Scott had too much to drink and got too forceful with you?" she asked. "Oh, yeah," Beth answered with a huff and rolling eyes. "When I told your father what happened, he was ready to go kick some teenage ass himself," Karen recalled, shaking her head. "Once I finally got him to calm down, I told him how Michael handled the situation. What impressed your Dad the most was that he knows enough about Michael's martial arts training to know that he could have easily hurt that boy badly. Instead, Michael did what was necessary to get him to back off, and he stopped so he could concentrate on making sure you were okay. I'll tell you, in your father's eyes, Michael grew about ten feet tall that day." "So, Daddy will be happy about this?" "Honey, when you tell him, I bet anything he pops champagne!" Karen said with a chuckle. "In fact, why don't you go get Michael and tell everyone right now?" "Okay!" Beth said, as she excitedly ran out the kitchen door. While Beth ran to get Michael, Karen brought Amy, Bill and Grandma Carrie together in the den. Then, she called Therese on her cell phone, told her the good news and asked if she could drag Dan away from the dance floor at the wedding long enough to get on a speaker phone. Beth and Michael walked in to find the entire family staring at them in anticipation. They were so taken aback that they just looked at each other and started laughing nervously. Karen broke the awkward silence, "Well, you two, I understand you have some news?" Finally, Michael cleared his throat and said, "Uhm, yeah. We didn't expect all this. We ... Beth and I are going together." "Oh. Where are you two going?" Bill asked in mock innocence. Beth rolled her eyes. "Dating, Daddy. Michael and I are dating -- each other," she quickly added before her father could ask another annoying question about who they were going to date. "Hot damn, son! It's about time!" came the voice of Michael's father, Dan, over the speakerphone. "Dad?" Michael asked. "I'm here too," Therese added. "Son, if you didn't do something soon, I told you're mom I was going to have to ask Beth out myself!" Everyone started laughing. "Dad! Competition from my own father?" Michael replied. "Well, Michael, I figured there ought to be at least one male in the Barrett family smart enough not to let a prize catch like Beth get away!" "Wow, Mr. Barrett, I had no idea. Now, I'm not sure who I should go out with," Beth teased. Again, everyone laughed. Michael looked at her with mock tears. "Listen, honey, this one's just an old lech. Believe me, you picked the right Barrett," Therese answered. "I think this calls for a toast!" Bill shouted above the laughter. Karen and Beth exchanged knowing looks. "Dan and Therese, I assume you have something to use since you are at a wedding?" "Absolutely," Dan replied. Karen had already gone into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of champagne, while Bill got five glasses. Amy, Beth's 12-year-old sister, raised her eyebrows. "So, I get a glass?" "A very small glass," Bill answered. "This is a celebration!" "A toast," Bill began, "to my darling Beth and to Michael, who is close to being a son to me as I can imagine." "Here! Here!" was shouted all around. Then, Dan said, "Beth, you are definitely like a daughter to us. In fact, Michael was a royal pain in the ass as a baby, so we're a whole lot better off handling things this way!" Clinks and laughing was heard on both ends of the phone. "Wait, you guys, this sounds like wedding toasts. We're not engaged; we're just dating," Michael said. There was a general rumbling of "Rights ... sures ... Oh, yeahs ... etc." Then, everyone broke out in huge belly laughs. "What's so funny?" Michael asked. "Beth, I've had to watch Michael follow you around like a lost puppy for five or six years," Therese said. Everyone looked at Michael and laughed. "Thanks, Mom," Michael said, turning red. Beth laughed the hardest and punched him in the ribs. "Honey, sometimes the truth hurts," which brought more guffaws, "But, I know that now that you have finally generated enough brain activity to talk that gorgeous creature into going out with you, you will NEVER let her go! So, Beth, honey, I hope you're happy, 'cause you're stuck with him!" Beth beamed and answered, "I can't think of anyone I'd rather be stuck to." That brought more clinking and cheers. "Dan and Therese, we better let you get back to your wedding, but we will celebrate this the right way as soon as you return," Bill said. "Absolutely!" Dan replied. "Oh, and Beth, don't let Michael do anything I wouldn't do." "Oh, Lord!" Therese exclaimed, "That pretty much means anything goes. I hope you kids have better sense than he does!" Michael and Beth squeezed each other hands while laughter filled the room. Though there were more jests and laughs, Michael and Beth got lost in each other's eyes and never heard anything else. 2. College was the next big challenge. Beth was slated to start at Tech in the fall, and Michael was supposed to be heading to State. A few dozen phone calls and faxes later, and he had secured admission to Tech for the spring. He got a job at en engineering firm where Bill had contacts for the fall, which enabled him to enroll in a class, get a rental house with a roommate and save a little money. Beth got a room in a freshman dorm, so the house actually made them excited to have a place to go for some privacy. Michael did have a roommate, Keith, who he'd never met. Freshmen started a week early, so they had the house to themselves for a few days before Keith arrived. "Wow! This place is amazing! How did you find this?" Beth asked when they arrived. Michael was just as impressed. "I didn't. Dad did. He arranged the whole thing. Look!" he exclaimed looking out the doors onto a back deck that overlooked a lake. "How can you afford this?" Beth asked. "I've got a roommate, Keith, and believe it or not, the rent's cheaper than your dorm room." "You can have the dorm room. I'm moving in here," she said as they stood on the deck. "Come on," Michael said as he took Beth by the hand into the house. --------------- "Oh, fuck, that feels good!" Beth panted as Michael vigorously slid in and out of her. Beth was sitting on the kitchen counter, and Michael had his pants around his ankles, and his cock was buried in her sweet pussy. "Right there! Right there!" she whispered as Michael adjusted his angle of penetration to plow into her engorged clit. "Oh, fuuuuuck!" Beth screamed. "Oh ... God!" Michael grunted as his semen began gushing into her. Beth adored the feeling of hot spunk pounding her cervix, and that usually set her off as well. She flooded his cock with her juices and screamed as her pussy exploded into orgasmic spasms. When they came down from their high, Michael buried his head on her shoulder and said, "Oh, fuck, that was amazing!" "No fucking kidding," Beth replied. "That makes every room except the bedroom, and we haven't even been here 24 hours!" Michael smiled and looked at her. "I know. I'm saving that for after dinner ... dessert, if you will." "Ooooh ... fancy talk, there, college boy." "Just wait, college girl. It's going to get a whole lot fancier tonight!" he said with raised eyebrows. "Mmmm ... what do you have in mind?" "Ravishing your body until you beg for mercy," he said as he began nibbling at her neck. Ahhh ... you definitely know how to do that," she said as her eyes closed, enjoying his kisses and nips to her neck. "That's nothing," Michael said. He gave her one more nibble, followed by a big, wet kiss. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back lovingly. "I am SO glad the pill was invented," she said. "I just love the feeling of you cumming inside me." Michael smiled at her and kissed her head. "This guy at work told me about this Italian restaurant off of 56 that sounds very romantic. How about it? It'll be a good way to officially break in the house." "Sounds great," she answered, looking into his deep brown eyes, "But I think we've done a pretty good job of breaking in the place already." "So, true. Do you think we'd get a better table if I went like this," Michael said as he tossed his hips and made his dick wave in the air. "If we get a waitress who's as horny as me," she said as she gave his crank a yank. "Then again, we could get a horny waiter." Michael raised his eyebrows and hurriedly pulled up his pants. Beth rolled her eyes, hopped off the counter and headed for the shower. "Joining me?" she asked as she disappeared into the bathroom. "Every chance I get," answered Michael as he followed her. --------------- The place was called, Antonio's. Michael ordered veal marsala and Beth ordered pesto ravioli. They got a bottle of red wine and enjoyed a terrific evening. When the waiter asked if they would like dessert, Michael looked at Beth and said, "I've already got dessert, thanks." The waiter smiled at Beth, looked at Michael, and said, "Yes you do, sir, and if I might add, you have most excellent taste." Michael never stopped looking at Beth and replied, "Yes I do." Michael left him a hefty tip, and they went back home. He opened a bottle of asti spumonte, lit several candles, put on some soft music, and walked over to Beth. He didn't say a word. He just looked into her eyes and started unbuttoning her blouse. She knew he loved undressing her, so she let him take control. Next, he unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. Michael put his flat hands behind her back and pressed her nipple into his mouth. Beth was a runner and had the sleek body of an athlete. Her breasts weren't huge but they were firm and ripe. Michael gently nipped and sucked on her dark, rigid bud. Beth moaned her approval. Then, he picked her up and laid her on the bed. He took off her shoes and kissed her toes. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her exquisite legs. Beth's lean, sinewy legs were Michael's favorite feature. No matter what he was doing, when he got to the part where her legs came into view, he always stopped and admired them. Beth knew how he felt and always got a tingle inside watching him look at her. Next, he reached down and tugged her white, lacy panties down those perfect legs. He kissed each leg in various places as her panties made their journey. When they were completely off, he sniffed them and tossed them on the chair with her other clothes. Michael then removed all of his clothes, while Beth watched the show. Michael picked up a bottle of coconut oil off the nightstand, poured a small amount into his hand and gave her a long, slow foot massage. Beth was in heaven. She loved having her feet rubbed. Michael loved giving her pleasure, but he also loved looking at her naked body laid out before him. He continued the massage up each leg, draping her legs over his shoulders and he worked and kissing them. When he reached her pussy, he switched his focus to her chest and spent some time rubbing her abdomen and breasts. He used the pads of his fingers to rub her breasts in circles. He cupped them and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Beth had her eyes closed most of the time so she could concentrate on his touch. At one point, she reached down to stroke his penis, but he took her hand away, kissed it and said that was for later. She didn't argue. Then, Michael did something unexpected. He pulled three silk scarves out of the nightstand. He tied each hand to a different bedpost. He used the third scarf to blindfold her. She started to ask what he was doing, and he just kissed her and said, "Shhhhhhh." Next, Michael used his oily fingertips to lightly stroke her sensitive areas: her breasts, the sides of her abdomen, her inner thighs, under her arms, and all around her vaginal area. He saved that for last. Michael put some more oil on his hands and used his palm and fingers to rub her vulva. He was careful not to touch her clit and didn't spend much time on her entrance. He lifted her legs on his shoulders and rubbed her cheeks and anus, reaching down to kiss her opening. Next, Michael went to fill a bowl with very warm water and a cloth. He also got some ice from the kitchen. Michael took the hot cloth and placed it against her pussy lips. He held it there to allow the warmth to draw her blood to the area. Next, he placed an ice cube between his teeth and began touching her sensitive pussy with it. She gasped and stiffened at the harsh difference in the sensation. He rubbed the cube up and down her slit and moved it around her bud. Then, he placed his warm tongue on her clit and used the tip of his tongue to open her chamber wider. He flattened his tongue and bobbed his head up and down her gash, then replaced it with the ice cube and did the same thing. Again, she gasped. He climbed onto the bed and rubbed the tip of his swollen cock against her private canal. He stuck the head in, but quickly withdrew it. Then, he planted it against her sex, while he bent down to alternately suck her nipples into his mouth. As he sucked, he put an index finger in her love channel and fucked her slowly with it. Then, he rubbed her G-spot and began sucking more passionately on her nipples. Since Beth had no way of knowing what sensation would be next or where it would be centered, she found herself in a state of constant arousal. She gasped and moaned and held her breath as he worked his magic. Michael then inserted a second finger into her slick channel and moved his mouth down to her throbbing clit. He knew her signs very well by now and brought her just to the edge of orgasm three times before backing off. She pushed her sex at him, feverishly searching for relief. After the third time, he used his free hand to press down on her abdomen over her G-spot as he rubbed her from the inside with the pads of his fingers. He sucked her aching clit onto his tongue and swirled it until it ignited a shattering orgasm. Michael knew he had to hold onto her thrashing body tightly to remain in control. "Ah Ah Ah Ah!" was all she could vocalize as her orgasm fell over her like a waterfall. Beth was always very wet, but she was in such rapture that she ejaculated sexual liquid at him in the throes of her passion. The walls of her cunt rippled along his fingers. Her orgasm seem to go one for hours, but, at last, her body relaxed, and her writhing subsided. Michael released her tender clit and pulled his sodden fingers from her drenched vagina. While she recovered, he untied her hands and took the scarf from her eyes. Then, he laid his body along side her and waited for her to react. "Oh, my God, Michael! Every time I think you've reached your limit, you take me to a higher plane. That was astounding! I think I actually peed from that orgasm." "You didn't pee. You had a female ejaculation. You shot pussy juice all over me!" "Jesus! I've never done that before." "Remember ... I am an honors graduate of Sodomy U," he said as he grinned. "You must be the valedictorian. I don't know how you'll top that." She opened her eyes for the first time and looked at him. "Thank you." He beamed. "As much as I am addicted to making love with you, I sometimes feel like I enjoy giving you pleasure like this even more." She called for him with her arms. They kissed for a long time. Finally, she reached down and took his stiff dick in her hand and started guiding him toward her happy, happy pussy. Michael took the cue and moved into position. He lubed himself again with her liquid and plunged in with one giant thrust. Usually, Michael was a slow gentle lover. Tonight, he was an animal. That was his plan. He knew how wet and ready she was, so he rammed in and started fucking her in a wild, uninhibited way. "I love your pussy ... your wet, tight pussy holding me like a fucking glove ... Jesus, you feel so fucking good." All the time, he was feverishly humping. Beth was overwhelmed by this burst of passion, and she wrapped her long legs around his body. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard with that big canon of yours. God, I love your giant cock filling me. Michael, it feels so good. Go deeper. Yes, oh, yes. That's so fucking good!" The dirty talk was affecting him and made him drive his steel piston rapidly in and out of her. He gyrated his hips so he could stroke her clit with every plunge. Beth & Michael: The Next Step "Oh, fuuuuuck," she panted. Her pussy stared to spasm around his thick penis and her hips moved in concert with his. She could feel him grow inside her, and he picked up speed. She was now just hanging on. "I love you, Beth," he grunted as his cock sprayed her sodden womb with semen. "Love you too," was all she could muster before her orgasm cascaded over her. Her body convulsed against him, and her chamber held him tightly. Together they rocked in carnal bliss until they finally collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. "Fuck, Tarzan, you're full of surprises tonight," Beth gushed. "We should probably take a shower, but I'm too fucking tired," he panted. Michael fell on his back and pulled Beth tightly onto his chest. She nestled in and fell deep asleep in his arms. 3. "Damn! It smells like pussy in here!" shouted the strange voice. Michael and Beth woke up with a start, still in each others arms. They looked around and realized they were in Michael's bed, naked, and it was day time. Michael looked over at the clock and saw that it was 9:15 in the morning. The heard the sound of windows opening, and Michael got out of bed, pulled on some gym shorts, covered Beth, ran his fingers through his hair, and went out to investigate. "Can I help you," Michael shouted to the stranger, who jumped at the unexpected sound of another voice. "Shit! Oh, sorry! You scared the bejesus outa me. You must be Michael. I'm Keith," the stranger said as he walked over and extended his hand. Michael relaxed his posture and shook his hand. "Oh .. hi! Yes, I'm Michael. Nice to meet you." "Sorry to bother you. I didn't think about you being here already. Sorry about the comment about the place smelling like pus-," he stopped when he saw Beth come out of the bedroom. She heard the conversation, put on one of Michael's t-shirts and came to introduce herself. Keith froze looking at her. She decided to make the first move and walked over to him extending her hand. "Hi. I'm Beth." That broke Keith's trance. "Hi. Keith. I'm sorry. I don't usually stare like that. I hope I didn't embarrass you, but you are an incredibly beautiful woman." Beth blushed and looked at Michael, who had a tell-me-something-I-don't-know smile on his face. "No ... it's ... it's okay," she replied as she grabbed Michael's arm and hugged it. "So ... now that I've made a complete fool of myself, how about breakfast?" Keith asked. "Kelly, my girlfriend," he said with a small shrug toward Beth, "Will be back any minute. She went to get some bagels, fruit, cream cheese and orange juice. "That sounds great, Keith. We'll jump in the shower and be right out." Keith nodded. When they came out of the bedroom, the table was set with toasted bagels, grapes, cantaloupe, cream cheese, orange juice and coffee. "Hi, I'm Kelly," said with a bright smile as soon as she saw them emerge. "My big, dumb boyfriend told about your introduction to him. No matter how hard I try to train him, it never works!" She came over and hugged Beth, then Michael. Keith was setting cups on the table and looked at them with a "gooberish" expression on his face until Kelly turned to look at him. Then, he broke into a sicky, sweet smile. "You two are going to be trouble," Michael said with a chuckle. The four of them sat around the table eating and getting to know each other. They talked about school, the campus, and the big spots around town to hit. "Why don't we take our coffee outside on the deck?" Kelly said. Michael and Beth picked up their mugs and walked outside. Kelly turned to Keith and asked, "What do you think? Think there will be a problem?" "I don't think so," he answered. "Like I said, they had obviously been fucking so much the whole house smelled like sex and pussy. I think they'll be cool." "They're awfully young," she remarked. "Well, let's just toss it out there and see how they feel," he said. Once they were all situated outside, Kelly looked at Keith and took the lead. "Listen, you guys seem pretty cool. I want to run something by you to see if you're okay with it." Beth and Michael looked at each other and then at Kelly. "Keith and I are pretty much nudists around the house. Having all this privacy makes it a shame to wear clothes. You guy shouldn't feel any pressure to do anything. I was just wondering if you had a problem with a couple of naked people running around." Michael and Beth looked at each other again. This was certainly an unexpected turn of events. Neither of them knew what to say or who should start. Finally, Michael said, "Well ... I'm cool with it. Beth, are you okay?" "Yeah. Sure. It doesn't bother me. In fact, Michael's family has a pool, and I used to sunbathe topless when we were alone." "Excellent!" Kelly exclaimed. "See? I told you they looked cool," she said turning to Keith. He looked at Beth and Michael and said, "She's so full of crap. I didn't anything bad about you guys." Kelly hit him on the arm. Then, she stood and pulled her shirt over her head, followed quickly by her bra, shorts, and thong. "Oh, God, that feels better!" Both of them tried not to stare, but Kelly was pretty impressive. She had short, straight dark brown hair, a light complexion and freckles. Her breasts were C or D cup in size and had huge dark nipples that were on high alert. Her slender waist led to full hips and a completely bare pussy that was already opening a little due to the stimulation of the moment. Slender legs capped off the vision. Michael found himself swelling as he took in her body. Keith followed suit. He was a tall, African-American, about 6'4". He had been a linebacker in high school and still retained a powerful build. When he got to his boxers and stripped them off, Beth's eyes widened and her mouth fell open when she saw the big, dark brown log flop down his muscular thigh. "God, I never get tired of looking at that big pipe," Kelly said softly to Beth, as she followed Beth's eyes. She could tell Beth was entranced. "I tell him that if he isn't careful when he sticks that thing in my cooch that it'll come out my nose." "Anyone up for a swim?" Keith asked as he headed down to the lake and dove in. Kelly followed close behind. Michael turned to Beth. They were both dumbfounded "And, a happy good morning to you!" She started laughing "Oh my, God!" she said. "Did you see the size of that thing?" "I started getting hard when Kelly whipped off her clothes, but one look at that bazooka, and Mr. Happy wasn't so happy anymore." Beth reached into his shorts and started fondling his prick. "Hey, Mr. Happy makes me VERRRRY happy. So, he has no reason to be upset." Michael pulled Beth onto his lap, and they started making out. Suddenly, Beth stopped and looked at him. "By the way, what's this fellow doing standing at attention for another girl?" "When a hot girl suddenly strips off all her clothes, Mr. Johnson is always going to stand up to pay tribute to her efforts. He encourages that sort of activity, you see," Michael said. Then, he planted a sensuous kiss on Beth and added, "But, he's only interested in exploring your carnal cavern for the rest of his life ... and beyond." Beth smiled in the middle of a kiss, looked at him, and said, "Good answer. You just earned yourself a fuck with that answer." "Mmmmm ... now it really is a good morning." They proceeded to make out again. "Hey! Hey! We'll have none of that here," Keith said as he and Kelly walked back up on the deck drying themselves. Michael had his hand in Beth shirt, and she had her hand in his shorts rubbing his stiff cock. They jumped at the sound of his voice. "Don't pay any attention to him. You two looked like you were having fun. Enjoy yourself." She reached over and grabbed Keith's dick and started rubbing it. "I'll tell you, I can't get enough of this thing. We fuck ALL the time." As she spoke, Keith's dick rose to an impressive erection. Beth guessed he must have been nine inches at least and his shaft looked thicker than her wrist with an intimidating mushroom head on it. Kelly bent down and kissed the top of his pole, turned to them and added, "See what I mean?" Then, Kelly asked a question that caught Beth off-guard. "You want to touch it?" "Ahhh ..." Beth was speechless. "Michael, would it bother you?" Kelly asked. Michael snickered. "No. If Beth is interested, I'm okay with it." Then, he looked at Beth. "It's your call." Beth laughed nervously, got up and walked over to Kelly and Keith. She reached down with her small, delicate hand and wrapped her fingers around the broad shaft. "Don't you just love the way the skin feels?" Kelly asked her. "I can't believe he is this big and gets this hard. Damn, he feels good inside." Keith just grinned at the entire event. Since he thought Beth was one of the hottest girls he had ever seen, he thoroughly enjoyed having her hand wrapped around him and moving slightly up and down. So, his redwood was throbbing even more. "I think we're going to retire to the bedroom for awhile," Kelly said as she looked up to see the horny look on Keith's face. "We'll turn on the stereo since I tend to be something of a screamer." Then, she led Keith by his dick inside. Soon, the Red Hot Chili Peppers rang through the house. "Maybe it's just me, but college seems different than high school," Michael said with a ponderous look on his face. Beth began laughing. It wasn't long before they heard animalistic sounds emanating from the back bedroom window. Beth knew she and Michael would be alone for awhile, so she pulled off her shirt and shorts, pushed down Michael's shorts and settled herself onto his very erect penis. The morning surprises had made her extremely wet, so Michael slid in easily. He took off his shirt so he could feel Beth's tits against his skin. Then, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride. Beth pumped him until they both got off and she felt semen squirt out the sides of her slick canal. Then, she settled down with Michael's slowly softening rod still inside her, laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart. "That was excellent, Ms. Anderson. Were you imaging getting impaled by that monster cock?" he teased. Beth pulled him even tighter and answered, "Please don't joke about that. I know you don't mean anything by that, but I can't even joke about stuff like that. I only want to be with you ... forever." Michael was a little embarrassed. He picked up her face and looked into her moist eyes. "Angel, I'm really sorry. I really did mean it as a joke, but it was a stupid, insensitive joke. I know you love me. And, you know that I am so deeply in love with you that my heart aches from the passion of being with you. I will never joke about anything like that again." She smiled, laid her head again against his chest, hugged him tightly, and said softly, "Okay." Michael held her very, very close, smelled her hair and enjoyed the feeling of being inside her on this deck with the warm sun beating down on them. They stayed like that until Michael's spent penis slid from her. Then, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom so they could kiss and hug. Eventually, the humping and screaming subsided, and Michael and Beth drifted off to sleep to the strains of the Peppers serenading them in the background. Beth & Michael - The Road Ahead The morning sun just began piercing the east-facing blinds in Michael's bedroom, and a bright ray splashed across Beth's face. She opened her eyes and put her hand up to block the harsh light. When she did, the flawless diamond, nestled in the setting on her left hand, sparkled. She smiled and moved her hand for a few minutes watching the dazzling array the sun created for her. She looked over at Michael, still sound asleep. She brushed his hair lightly and kissed his forehead. He stirred slightly and began mumbling. Most of it was unintelligible, but she made out the words "love you" and "yes ... don't stop." Beth chuckled and looked down at his crotch. Sure enough, the "covers were raised." She peaked under the blanket and saw that he was sporting some serious morning wood. Beth gingerly pulled back the covers and began to carefully run the tip of her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his boner. She couldn't tell what stumbled out of his mouth, but she did hear a moan. She stifled a laugh and became more adventurous, rubbing his length with all of her tongue. His stiff cock grew and throbbed. She switched positions slightly, tucked her hair behind her ear and took the soft head of his dick in her mouth. He moaned, "Uh huh." Beth lightly began tickling his ball sack and sucked more earnestly. Michael's body pushed into the source of his unidentified pleasure. In a remarkably short period of time, Michael's balls tightened, and Beth prepared for the onslaught. His body suddenly began involuntarily humping her mouth and released a gusher of warm, white, sticky liquid. Beth managed to keep up with the spray and to swallow his special delivery. When he finished, his body collapsed into the mattress, and all the tension left his face. He was sawing timber in no time. Beth chuckled quietly and covered his newly spent member with the blanket. Then, she reached for his robe and tied the large garment around her. Before she left, he moaned and rolled toward her. "You're so easy," she thought. Beth walked downstairs and was surprised to find Therese, Michael's mom, sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and drinking coffee. "Oh! I didn't think anyone else was up," Beth said. "Oh, honey, I don't usually sleep worth beans," Therese explained. "What about you? I thought you'd be worn out after yesterday's events." "I think that's why I woke up actually. I opened my eyes, saw the engagement ring and couldn't go back to sleep," Beth replied. Therese looked at her over the coffee cup. "You do look like a woman in love," she said as she took another sip. "I am, Mom. I love your son more than I'm capable of explaining with words. He's such a treasure," Beth said. Therese smiled. "I like hearing the word, 'Mom,' come out of a feminine mouth for the first time. It makes me feel warm all over." "I was thinking about that too. When my own Mom is around, I'll call you Therese. When she's not, I really like calling you Mom. You and Dan are like second parents anyway." Therese got up and walked over to Beth to give her a hug ... a long, tight, warm hug. "I can tell you from the bottom of our hearts that both Dan and I love you as much as if I had given birth to you, so those words make me very happy and proud. Can I get you some coffee?" "Yes, please! That would be great." As Therese set down the mug, Beth had a giant yawn. "I guess I need this," she said, smiling. "I think you're tired from last night," Therese remarked. "What do you mean?" Beth asked, feigning innocence. "Honey, you don't have to pretend. It's okay. In fact, I bore witness to some very concrete evidence of the escalation in your relationship one morning when Michael was taking out the trash," Therese said cryptically. Beth looked bewildered. "I'm not sure I know what that means." "He was emptying the garbage, and I saw him pour a huge box of papers and magazines into the container out back. I was curious, so I walked outside afterward to see what he'd thrown away. Beth, that trash can was full to the top with Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I picked one up and brought it in to ask him what this was all about. He smiled as innocently as if I'd just asked him whether we needed laundry detergent and informed me that he didn't need them anymore because you are at least 10,000 times more beautiful than any woman who ever appeared in either one of those magazines so they were now very boring." Beth burst out laughing. "Then, he kissed me on the cheek and went out to wash the car." Beth laughed harder. "So, I know you didn't ask to spend the night so you two could get an early start on choir practice." Beth turned a little red and shrugged shyly as she finished laughing. "Listen, Sweetie, if Dan and I had to pay a nickel for every time we made love before we got married, we'd still be paying off the debt!" Beth had to scramble for a napkin as she spit coffee out of her mouth from laughing. "Michael's very lucky, Mom. You are one of the coolest adults I've ever met." "I'm just not a big fan of hypocrisy. If two young people have been together for a long time and genuinely love each other, they're going to fool around. I mean, if God didn't want us to do it, He wouldn't have made it feel so good, right?" "Right," Beth said still giggling. Therese leaned toward Beth. "And, if the son is anything like his Dad, honey, you better make sure you get a durable mattress!" she whispered. "On that score, I can report that the acorn didn't fall far from the tree." They both turned when they heard a noise, and Michael was sleepily trudging downstairs in a t-shirt and boxers, yawning incessantly. "What are you two doing up so early? What are you talking about?" he asked as he walked over and kissed the top of Beth's head as he hugged her. "Forestry," she answered. Therese winked at her, and Beth smiled. "Huh?" Michael asked as he yawned again. "What are you doing up so early? You always sleep in on the weekend," Therese remarked. "It was awfully cold and lonely in there," he replied. He yawned again. "You need to go back to bed before you fall asleep standing up," Beth said. He made a puppy-dog face and said, "But, I'll get scared if I have to go back by myself." "Oh, go on, you two," Therese said. "We have a big day planned, so get your rest while you can." "But, what about you, Mom? I was enjoying just sitting here and talking," Beth said. "Me too, Darling, but we'll have time later. It is awfully early." She punched Michael in the shoulder and said, "Okay, Mr. Lonely, you win." He picked Beth up in his arms and carried her toward the stairs. "See you later, Mom," he called over his shoulder. "Okay," Therese replied. "I may need you to take out the trash later!" Beth burst out laughing again. "Why is that funny?" he asked as they went up the stairs. In the bedroom, Michael let Beth down so she could stand, and he untied the big terrycloth robe. He smiled when he saw her delightfully naked body. He picked her up again and gently laid her on the bed. He ripped off his t-shirt and dropped his boxers, revealing a very erect penis. "You're lucky Mr. Happy didn't come out and say 'good morning' to your Mom," she said with raised eyebrows. "Why do you think I had to pick you up and carry you up the stairs?" he asked as he scooted next to her and started nibbling at her neck. "When I was standing above you, I could look down the front of the robe and see one of your cute tits." Michael moved to her left breast and started kissing her nipple. He flattened his tongue against the tip and sucked it into his mouth. Beth moaned. "Then, this one came into view," he said as he moved to her right nipple, which was always more sensitive. He took her whole nipple into his mouth and sucked more urgently, rubbing it with tongue. Beth moaned more. She loved having her nipples sucked first thing in the morning. They seemed extra sensitive since they hadn't been rubbing against clothes all day. Michael was now an expert at nipping and licking her. After spending some concentrated time on her delectable nipples, she would always be sopping wet. He had even managed to make her cum on a few occasions without ever touching her pussy. This morning, however, she needed more. With her eyes still closed, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his iron dick. "Mmmm ... you're so hard." He pressed himself into her hand. She started pulling him toward her sex. Michael moved between her luscious legs without ever losing contact with her nipples. She lined him up, and Michael pushed deep within her. "Oh, God," she said as she sighed. Michael kissed Beth hungrily as he moved in and out of her silken channel. Beth wrapped her legs around his body so he would penetrate her deeper. "You feel so good, Michael," she said between pants. "I love you so much, Angel," he replied. He stopped kissing her and closed his eyes so he could concentrate on the fire raging in their loins. He savored the way her pussy wrapped around his dick and squeezed him. Her pussy was so wet and tight and perfect. It always took a lot of concentration not to cum in the first five seconds he was inside his Goddess. He focused on the slick friction her pussy walls created on his throbbing penis. She pushed her clit onto him with every movement. Her breathing became frantic as she raced toward orgasm. Michael knew he could finally let go, and his cock quickly swelled, and his thrusting became more frenzied. "Ah ... ah ..." he whispered, trying not to make their activities too public. Beth clamped down on him and pulled him violently inside her. As she did, the first blast of molten cream exploded in her pussy's innermost chamber. Michael grunted as he lost control of his body, which was now responding only to the ancient urgings of his cock. Beth put a pillow over her mouth as she stifled a scream and writhed. Her body convulsed as the intense waves of pleasure blocked out every other sensation. They moved in unison until his dick had nothing more to spurt into her and her clit became too sensitive for contact. Michael collapsed on top of her in a sweaty and satisfied heap. Beth kept holding him tightly with her legs as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. Finally, he rolled off of her and pulled her closely to his chest. They lay there for several minutes feeling each other's warmth as their breathing gradually slowed. He took in a deep breath of her hair and kissed her head. As they finally calmed down, both of them heard a noise that they weren't expecting. They listened more closely and heard Dan pant and urgent, "Sweet fucking mother of God!" Therese shushed him. Beth and Michael looked at each other and started howling. "Looks like we're not the only ones getting lucky this morning," Beth giggled. "Do you think we inspired them?" Michael asked. "From what your Mom said, your Dad doesn't need much outside inspiration. I think they have a very active sex life." "Is that what you were talking about downstairs?" Michael asked incredulously. "That and other things." "Like what?" "Like your porn collection," she said with raised eyebrows. "I don't have a porn collection," he replied. "But, I understand you used to have quite an impressive one," she said, staring at him with her milk chocolate eyes. He lay back and put his hands behind his head. "You have no idea what it's like living with these things," he said, indicating his Johnson. She stared at him, arching one eyebrow. "They can get stuck in your shorts or worse -- your zipper. They swell up for no reason at all." "No reason?" "Okay ... maybe some reason. And, when they swell, you have only a tiny window of time before they explode if you don't do something about it. The way I figure it, that porn saved many, many innocent lives." "You are so completely full of shit," she said, rolling her eyes and laying back down. After a few minutes of silence, he said, "I got rid of it, you know." "Rid of what?" "The porn." "Yes, I know. Your Mom told me." "Did she tell you why?" Beth rolled her eyes again and smirked. "Yes ... she told me why." "So, that oughta be good for a blow job or something, don't you think?" She rose up on one elbow and looked at him. "Are you horny again?" "It's not my fault. I'm the victim here." "Victim?" "You're the one parading around with those perfect legs and that tight ass and those amazing breasts. It's all I can do just to make it through the day without staining every pair of shorts I own!" She pinched his cheeks. "Oh, you poor baby! You live such a tortured life." All of a sudden, they heard Therese exclaim, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck that feels good!" "You see? Now, we're behind in the count!" Michael lamented. Beth giggled. "Is sex all you Barrett men ever think about?" "Of course not!" he said indignantly. " There's ......... then there's ......" Beth covered his face with a pillow. After a hearty morning of fucking and showering, the current and future Barretts were finally able to leave their home. The plan was to follow the Andersons to the marina. "But, Dad, it'll be too crowded," complained Beth. "We'll be stepping all over each other." "You need to have a little faith in your ol' Dad, young lady," Bill said. "I have faith. I just don't want to spend the afternoon saying, 'Excuse me,'" she said exasperated with her arms folded. Bill pretended to stumble over her on his way to the car. "Oh, excuse me," he said. "That's not funny. You're not funny, Dad. He's not funny," Beth said, turning to Michael, who just smiled and shook his head. At the marina, Beth offered to help carry the baskets and coolers to the boat. "Don't worry about it," Bill said. Karen, her mom, just smiled a knowing smile. "OK. Something's up. What's going on?" "You know, you are about the nosiest person I've ever met," Bill said. "We've got it covered. That's all you need to know." Beth looked at both her parents for clues but got none. Michael just shrugged. He had no idea what was going on either. "Hey, Bill, need a hand carrying coolers?" Dan asked with feigned innocence, which made all the adults crack up. Beth and Michael followed the crowd onto the dock and toward the Anderson's slip. They kept walking. "Uhm, Dad, we might have an easier time floating on the water if we used our boat," Beth said as they walked past the walkway to their slip. Bill didn't say a thing. They approached an impressive yacht up ahead. Beth turned to Michael and said, "Keep writing those best-sellers and maybe we can have one of those some day." "That would be nice," Michael replied. As they got closer, the steward called to Bill and said, "Right on time, sir! We have everything fueled and ready to go. Please come aboard." Bill stopped and allowed Karen and Therese to go first. "Thank you, James. It looks like a great day for the water!" "Yes, sir. I think you'll have a good time," James, the steward said. Beth and Michael looked at each other with their mouths open. "What's ..." "I told you to have a little faith," Bill said grinning. "Do you remember a few years ago when I joined the firm? Do you remember why I got the job as Vice President?" "Not really," Beth answered. "Edward Burns, the CEO, was about to lose the Keller Industries account. It was the biggest account the company ever had. I was a consultant working for Ed, and I told him that I knew Tom Keller from college. I arranged for the three of us to have dinner, away from boards and executives. Just us. I explained to Tom how our company's manufacturing technology was superior and was about to get a whole lot better because of the next generation system we were getting ready to launch after two years of extensive testing. The whole thing made sense to Keller, so he and Ed shook hands on a long-term extension, and the contract became final a couple of months later. Ed offered me a VP position and said that if I ever needed anything at all, I just had to pick up the phone. When you two told us about the engagement last night, I called Ed to cash in one of my chits. He's lending us his yacht for the day. He even threw in all the food and drink as an engagement present to the two of you!" Beth's and Michael's eyes grew wide as they looked at each other. "And, I think that the loan papers for our second mortgage will be ready in the morning so we can pay for the gas," Dan said to general laughter. "Dad, I can pay ..." "I'm joking, son. Bill took care of that too." "Daddy, the only thing I know how to say is 'Excuse me!'" Beth said as she hugged her Dad and got a hearty round of laughter and applause from everyone. The two families plus Amy's best friend, Sarah spent the day riding around on the bay. The galley crew prepared a crab dinner with Ceaser salad, fresh corn, tons of different fruits and a dessert buffet that kept everyone happy. When they were far enough out to be away from all boat traffic, all four of the kids took off their outer wear and dove into the chilly bay water and swam for a couple of hours. The adults joked and laughed and relished in the fact that they were going to be permanently linked in a formal way. Later that evening, everyone congregated at the Barrett's pool for coffee and light snacks. Amy and Sarah jumped into the pool. Beth and Michael went upstairs to shower and change. They even managed to get in a quickie in the shower before rejoining the group. No one wanted to leave, so the party lasted until the wee hours of the morning. The next day was a school holiday, so everyone slept in and met later for brunch at the Anderson's. Bill, as usual, led the toasts. "Kids, all parents can ever hope is that their sons and daughters find genuine happiness. Life is too short and too precious to accept anything less. We have been lucky enough to watch the two of you grow up together, become best friends and fall into the kind of love that most people only dream about. We love you dearly, all four of us, and we are so happy you finally discovered how special you both are. Here's to peace, love, happiness, and the future for you and for Michael." "Here! Here!" was heard all around as they all partook of their champagne. Beth went up to hug Bill. "Thank you, Daddy. You usually say something corny and weird," which made everyone laugh. "So, thank you for that," Beth said as she kissed her father on the cheek. Karen winked at Bill. "So, what are your plans?" Therese asked. "Well ... after last week's excitement, it wasn't too difficult to get Sam to agree to a week off. We're heading to State this afternoon. Beth, obviously, will go to class, and I'll chill during the day. It'll also give us some time with Keith and Kelly," Michael explained. "Good. A week of normalcy will do you both some good," Karen said. Beth placed her head on Michael's shoulder. "That's the truth." ************************************* After unpacking the car at the lake house, Michael collapsed onto the sofa, stretching out his long frame and laying his head in Beth's lap. She brushed his hair with her hand and was just about to kiss him when the front door burst open, and they were startled by a high-pitched squeal. "I can't believe you're both here!" screamed Kelly as she rushed over to hug them both. Keith walked in right after her with an ear-to-ear grin and gave them both hugs as well. Something caught Kelly's eye as Beth had her arms wrapped around Keith's muscular back. "Oh ... my ... God! Girlfriend ... what is that on your finger?" Kelly asked, practically bouncing. Everyone turned to look at Beth's hand. Beth and Michael looked at each other, smiled, turned back to Keith and Kelly and shrugged. That brought on another round of squeals and hugs. Beth & Michael - The Road Ahead "That's SOOO great, you two! Details ... details!" Kelly cried. Beth and Michael looked at each other and rolled their eyes wondering where to start. "Actually, we're both starving and were waiting on you two to grab dinner. How 'bout we go to Mexicali Rose?" asked Michael. "We have a LOT to tell you." At the restaurant, Michael and Beth filled them in on the whole New York -- Sam fiasco, which, of course, ended with the engagement. "So, we're here for a week with nothing to do but go to class and spend some time with you guys," Michael said. Kelly leaned over and whispered something to Keith. He smiled and nodded in agreement. She turned to them and said, "We have to do something special while we have you here. So, on Friday, we are having ... Carnalvale!" "What's Carnivale?" asked Beth. "Carnalvale," Kelly corrected. "It's a night of sexual games and competition." She squeezed Keith's arm. "We think you'll like it." Beth and Michael looked at each other. "Have you sent out invitations?" Michael asked. "No ... why?" asked Kelly. "We love your games and all, but all either of us really want to do this week is to chill. We just want to be normal students and just want to be with you, if that's okay," Beth answered. Keith smiled broadly. "No problem, man. That's cool." Michael played "wife" to Beth that week. He made her breakfast and met her for lunch every day. He took his laptop to the library when she had to study and worked in an adjacent carrel. He met with his advisor, and they mapped out a plan for him to slowly continuing to work on his degree, which included the possibility of taking classes from New York or L.A. On Friday, Michael told everyone to get home by 3:30. Then, he instructed them to pack small overnight bags. Keith drove them all to a big field on the outer edge of town, where a giant hot air balloon awaited them. The four climbed in the basket and were giddy wondering what he'd done. They sailed high above the valley for about an hour before landing in a field that was just a short walk from a country inn where Michael had rented a two-bedroom suite. Keith couldn't stop laughing the whole time. "This is the coolest thing I've ever done. Dude, being friends with you is like being friends with Willie Wonka!" The Inn was a 45-minute bike ride from a nearby historic town, so on Saturday, they biked over for lunch and to follow along while the ladies shopped. They went back to the inn that night for dinner and to listen to the jazz quartet that played on the weekend. The four of them later convened in the hot tub with a couple of bottles of champagne. Keith and Kelly were the first to turn in. Michael and Beth sat in the tub for awhile longer looking up at the stars and holding each other. Michael arranged for a car to pick them up and drop them off at the lake house on Sunday. He had a 3:30 flight to catch back to New York. Beth was very, very quiet as she watched him pack. "You're not saying much," he remarked. "That's because it's hard to talk when you're heart is breaking," she answered. He stopped and sat beside her, and she laid her head in his lap. He brushed her silky hair with his hand and said, "You do know this is only temporary and that NOTHING will happen with Sam or any other woman, right?" "I've learned my lesson in that regard. I trust you completely, but I'm going to miss you terribly. I told Carly I'm going back to the dorm because it's way too sad to be in this bed without you." He kissed her head. "It won't be for long, Angel. I'm nearly finished with all the revisions for the first book, and your semester will end in about six weeks. We'll figure out the rest after that." She clutched his legs harder. Keith came in and somberly announced it was time to head to the airport. It felt like they were heading for a funeral. They loaded Michael's bag into the trunk. Beth sat next to him in the back seat and held his arm so tightly it was tingling. She decided she was going to be strong when he got out of the car. When Keith pulled up at the departure curb, Michael removed his arm from Beth's shoulders. She didn't move. "I don't think I can let you go," she said. Michael began patting his jacket pockets looking for something. "Maybe it won't matter. Where's my ticket?" She rose up and said, "I don't remember seeing a ticket on the nightstand. Can't you just get a reprint from the airline?" "But, my ticket ... I need my ticket." All three of them stared at Michael puzzled by this whole thing. "Dude, it doesn't matter. I usually don't even have a ticket. They'll print your boarding pass when you check-in," Keith said. Michael threw up his hands and exclaimed, "That's it! I'm not going!" Beth said, "Michael, what's wrong with you? Who cares about ..." She stopped because of the look on his face. He was clearly struggling to hold in a smile. "Okay, Monkey Boy, what's going on?" Michael finally could hold it in no more. He looked at all three confused faces and fell over in the seat on top of Beth laughing hysterically. "Are you having a breakdown?" Kelly asked. When he finally regained some composure, he looked up at Beth and said, "I'm not going to New York." "What do you mean? You're quitting?" He sat up, wiping tears from his eyes and answered, "No, of course I'm not quitting. But, I told Sam I started the book here, and I can finish it here. I'll only be going to New York or wherever when there's some kind of meeting I have to attend." Beth took a moment for this to sink in, and she stared at the huge grin on Michael's face. "You little shit!" she said as she started hitting him and tickling him. "You knew this all along, didn't you?" Michael howled as he fended off her hands. "You let my heart crack in two giant pieces all day long and didn't say a word!" "You are such an ass!" Kelly said as she reached back from the front seat and attacked Michael as well. Then, she got out of her seat and joined Beth in the back seat tickling Michael everywhere he left an opening. "Dude, I was going to come back there and pound you myself, but it appears things are well in hand," Keith said smiling. About that time, the airport security person signaled for him to keep moving, so he pulled out with both women attacking Michael. They finally stopped just before they entered the highway and put on their seatbelts. "You are in such trouble! I can't even begin to describe what trouble you're in!" Beth said as she hugged his chest. Michael was still breathing hard from his assault. He put both arms around the shoulders of the two women. Keith looked at him in the rearview mirror and smiled. "Sorry guys ... I just couldn't resist." "You better figure out a way in the future, mister, or you'll be sleeping in the car!" Beth retorted. "No ... no ... I won't do it again. It was way too hard. I just wanted to see your face when you realized we weren't going to be apart ... at least not much," Michael said. "What did Sam have to say?" "What could she say? After what she did, she was grateful she still had her job. I explained that the three of you are busy in school all day anyway, so I'd have no distractions during the day to write. Besides, remember Bill my old boss at the engineering firm?" "Yeah," Beth answered. "I called and asked if I could rent an office from him to have a place to work. Since they moved into their new digs, I hoped they might have some extra room. He said they did, so I even have a quiet place to work." Beth smiled and hugged him. All the details helped make this more real to her. She couldn't remember being so happy. On the way home, they stopped at the store and bought steaks and wine. Then, they went back to the lake house on that warm, sunny afternoon and went skinny-dipping in the lake -- something they had not done since the Scott incident. The four of them sunbathed nude, cooked dinner on the grill, and built a big fire in the fireplace when the sun went down and the coolness drove them inside. That night, Beth and Michael lay in each other's arms. "Thank you," Beth said as she ran her fingers over Michael's belly. "Nope ... I will accept no thanks. I certainly did this for you and for us, but I did it just as much for me as anyone. If I had to be apart from you again, I knew I'd be too sad to care about anything. That's also a big part of what I told Sam, by the way. She thinks New York is so wonderful that I would be more productive there. I think I finally got through to her that my life is with you and that home is wherever you are." Beth hugged him tighter. "Being in New York would make things much worse. I can be a whole lot more productive and creative here when I know I'll be coming home to you every night." "Do you think she understands?" "I think so. I don't really care though because I was ready to give up the whole thing and go back to school if she pushed too hard. That much, she did believe." She looked up at him and asked, "You would have really given all this up for me?" He looked at her like she was crazy and answered, "Have you been paying attention lately?" She laid her head back down on his chest and answered, "How'd I get so lucky?" He hugged her back and answered, "I always thought I was the lucky one." Beth moved on top of Michael, took his face in her hands and kissed him softly. She gently probed his mouth with her tongue and bit his lower lip. He made a move as if he was going to move on top, but she stopped him. "Huh uh ... I want this one." Michael lay back down. She slowly rubbed her pussy lips up and down his rigid cock as she continued to kiss his lips and his neck. She tenderly scraped his chest with her fingernails and smiled down at Michael as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Beth moved down so she could feast on the hot, purple member that had given her so much pleasure. She licked his length and took his spongy tip into her mouth so she could press her tongue into the sensitive flesh on the underside. She sucked each of his balls into her mouth and massaged them with her mouth. Beth reached for some coconut oil and began stroking him, one hand after the other. Michael's breathing grew irregular as she worked. Beth then took him into her mouth and sucked him with more fire, bobbing her head up and down his pole. She kept one hand under his scrotum to feel when his balls began constricting. Each time he got near, she stopped and licked his nipples. Michael's body pushed his cock toward her seeking relief, but she resisted. When she felt Michael's urgency had reached critical mass, she enveloped him with her drenched vagina. Michael gasped at the feel of his slow descent into her most private chamber. Beth now closed her eyes too so she could concentrate on the way he felt inside her. Twice more, she left him grow only to halt her movements and to kiss his neck. The third time, she kicked it into high gear and ravaged his aching cock. Michael's orgasm hit him like a runaway train. He squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed her slender hips as his whole body curled and tensed. The waves of pleasure were so strong and came so rapidly that Michael was completely lost in its grip. Beth had intended for this to be a lovemaking session all about him, but the force of his ejaculations ignited a shattering orgasm in her as well. When she was spent, she clinched his cock with her vaginal muscles and collapsed on top of him. It was several minutes before either of them could utter a sound. Gravity eventually won the battle with Beth's vagina, and Michael's penis slipped from her. That's when she looked up and saw tears leaking from his closed eyes. He sometimes was so overwhelmed from a lovemaking session with Beth that he cried afterwards. Usually, she teased him. Tonight, she just laid her head back down on his strong chest. "I'm not sure if you can ever top that one," he said. She smirked. "That's what you said the last fifty times, and look what happened." "Yeah, but this was one a whole new level. I've never cum this hard in my life!" "That only means it's the best so far ... not that it's the best ever," she said with a smile. "I can't believe human beings can come harder than this and survive. If you do better than this, I may get whisked straight to heaven!" "But, what a way to go, huh?" "No shit!" She hugged him tighter. "That's your reward for staying with me." "In the car, I thought you said I was going to get punished." "Okay, so I made one teensy little error." He laughed as he hugged her. "How are we going to do this?" Michael asked. "I won't need to do any serious traveling for awhile. I should be able to wrap up all the editing over the next couple of weeks. The next phase will be the Hollywood stuff, but that will happen during the summer, so you can go with me. Sam said they would probably schedule the book launch for a big push sometime in the fall. Apparently, I'll be booked on all kinds of talk shows, since they want the book to hit big with the movie connection." "This is just the wildest things. It's like some kind of dream. Imagine you signing books and on Letterman or whatever. I can't believe all this is happening to my little buddy from the backyard pool." "Yeah, I keep wondering when I'm gonna wake up as well." "To answer your question, I guess we'll see what your schedule looks like. You should know something before the end of summer, right?" "Yep ... should." Beth smiled and said, "I guess with all your bonus checks, I won't have to worry about getting a summer job at Quickie Mart ..." "The only quickie's you'll have to worry about are in this bed," he interjected. "So, I'll sign up for classes in the fall and drop them if I need to. We'll just go with the flow." He hugged her in his strong arms and asked, "I guess that means that my next big problem will be when they start filming, and I take you on the set and Brad Pitt decides to dump Angelina and tries to steal you away from me." Beth snorted. "Yeah ... poor Angelina's so homely ... I see what you mean." "So, how am I supposed to compete?" he asked as he rubbed her breasts and kissed the top of her head. "I don't know. That's a tough one." "You think I'm kidding, but you're the hottest woman I've ever seen. Keith's developed terminal boneritis around you. I may have to hire a body guard just to keep people like George Clooney away from you." "Don't forget, I'm the one who walked in on you with another woman's pussy in your face -- a very hot woman at that." "So, what do two sexual superheroes do when unleashed upon the world?" "I think punishment is the only answer. If I catch you flirting with any hot babes, you have to make me cum ten times before you get your wiener touched." "Ten? Ouch! And, what about me with the whole George and Brad thing?" "You have to name your own punishment." He smiled. "Let me see ... Okay, if I catch you flirting with any hit dudes, you have to fuck me ten times without cumming." "That's impossible." "Well ... that's the punishment. If you cum, we have to start all over again." "Holy shit! That's like a life sentence." "Listen ... you do the crime, you gotta do the time." "Damn! And, I was really looking forward to being ravished by the boys. I guess I'm stuck with you." "Yeah ... same here. If I spent enough time head-first in your sweet garden to make you cum 10 times without any relief, my balls would swell up and explode. So, I guess I'm stuck with you too," he said as he kissed her head again. "You know, all this George and Brad talk has made me horny," Beth said. "Me too." "Which one?" "It doesn't matter. They're both so dreamy," Michael replied. He reached down and rubbed her pussy to see if she was really wet and was delighted to discover she was soaked. He jumped off the bed and pulled her to the end so her legs dangled off of it. Then he lined up his dick with her succulent treasure and plunged into her. Beth wrapped her legs around his thighs as he plowed into her. She had to hold on tightly to the mattress as Michael pounded deep inside her. She screamed, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh, God!" Michael was like a machine plummeting inside her. Beth dug her nails into the mattress and gritted her teeth as the first orgasm hit. Michael's first orgasm was so huge that he kept going. Beth came two more times, screaming into a pillow before Michael unloaded inside her. He staggered back to bed and flopped on the mattress when he was finished. "Holy fuck, where did that come from?" she asked as she lay beside him sweating. "I don't know. It just seemed like a good idea at the time." "I LOVED having you so deep inside me. That's definitely going in the playbook. You have such a big dick I didn't think we could do that without it hurting. But, baby, that definitely did not hurt. That was fantastic! What'd you think, Michael? Michael?" She looked at him, and he was blissfully asleep. She snuggled against him. The last thought she had before joining him was, "Brad Pitt? I don't think so." Beth & Michael Michael put his chin in his hand, arched an eyebrow in an academic pose and reported, "Hmmm ... Cynical, acerbic, excellent orthodontia ... she has some potential, Ms. Anderson." Beth chuckled. "Thank, God! It's about time you got laid." "Keeping score, are you?" "Yes," she laughed, "and you're in the bottom of the 8th with no one on base and the pitcher is coming up to bat!" "Thank you. Thanks for that vote of confidence!" Beth snorted and punched Michael in the arm. The trio had been there for almost two hours before the rest of the team started arriving. It was easy to see they had gotten a head start on the drinking. The offensive line was currently running inebriated formations on the front lawn against the Kovacs' maple trees. Barry Peoples was playing air guitar with one of Mrs. Kovacs' favorite vases on the coffee table. Trey Kelly was offering to whip off his jock for any girl who would flash him her tits. Beth watched all of this with great disdain and was about to ask Michael and Annie for a ride home when Scott scooped her up from behind. "Hot damn, Bethy. You look good enough to eat!" He tried to plant a big sloppy kiss on her, but she turned quickly away from his rancid beer breath. "Gross, Scott! You smell like an Annheiser-Busch outhouse." She struggled to get away from him and, at least, got her feet back on the floor. "Ah, come one, Sweetcakes. Don't be like that. It was not such a good night on the field tonight, so I could use some lovin'." "You could also use an introduction to hygiene and a cold shower," she shot back. He pulled her to him again, put his hand in her shirt, and forced a kiss on her. She stomped on his foot so he would loosen his grip, and she pushed him away. However, Scott still had her shirt in his hand, and when she pushed away, it ripped down the middle. She was now furious and embarrassed to be standing there in half a shirt and a disheveled bra. "You asshole! If you want some good lovin', go fuck yourself!" She turned to Michael and asked, "Can we please go?" "Well, we will miss the chamber music recital, but there's always next time." She was too irritated to smile and kept heading for the door with Michael and Annie close behind. Once they were outside, they heard some commotion behind them and turned to see Scott and a couple of his pals running after her. "Hey, baby, don't go! The fun's just beginning!" "let's just keep walking," she instructed Michael and Annie. Scott caught up with them, grabbed Beth's arm and spun her around hard. "Ow! You're hurting me!" she cried. "Fuck this," Michael said to himself, seething. He grabbed the wrist of the hand Scott was using to hold Beth and pinched his pressure points. Scott screamed in pain and immediately let her go. Then, Michael stepped behind Scott, slammed his forearm into Scott's chest, pushed him backwards and swept his left leg out from under him. Scott hit the ground with a heavy thud. Scott hopped up, ready for a fight. "You fucking faggot. Who the fuck do you think you are?" "I appear to be the faggot who's kicking your ass," Michael calmly replied. Scott swung a wild right cross at Michael, but Michael just stepped coolly out of the way. Scott's momentum carried him back to the ground. About that time, one of Scott's teammates tried to grab Michael from behind so that Scott could finally hit him. Michael reached around and grabbed the guy's jacket, rotated his hips, and threw the attacker over his shoulder to the ground. Two more teammates started running from the house to join the fray. Michael turned to face them and got into fighting stance. As Scott tried to sneak up on him from behind, Michael planted a back kick to his groin and used a back fist to whack the bridge of his nose -- all without ever even bothering to turn around. "Listen, shitheads. Fun is fun, but I'm starting to get annoyed. No one's gotten hurt so far." "You son of a bitch! You broke my fucking nose!" Scott screamed as blood poured onto his hands and shirt. "Mostly anyway. But, the next butthead that tries to touch me is gonna limp away with a broken knee, capiche?" The two drunken bruisers stopped and turned to look at each other. "I'll get you for this, asshole!" Scott yelled at Michael, as Michael walked past him. "Yeah, well ... chicks dig scars," Michael replied in passing. He led Beth and Annie by the hand to his car. "Michael, what the fuck just happened?" Annie asked as soon as they were driving away. "Hey, I'm not just a pretty face, you know." "Where'd you learn to fight like that?" "My dad was in the Marines." "Yeah," answered slowly. "So, what's that got to do with what I just saw?" "He was a self-defense instructor in the Marines. He's been teaching me for years." Beth was very familiar with Michael's training and his dad's skills. In fact, they had taught her some moves too. Actually, she now wished she had used them on Scott herself. "Wow, Mr. Barrett, you are just full of surprises," she remarked bemusedly. He looked in his rearview mirror at Beth. "How are you doing back there, Lois?" Beth was looking a little shell-shocked but glanced up at his reflection and answered, "I'm doing okay, considering I just had to be rescued by Superman." He kept switching his view from the road to Beth for most of the ride. Annie kept going on and on about the evening, and he gave occasional, "Uh, huhs," so she would just keep babbling. He watched Beth turn her head and cry, and he unconsciously started clenching his fists. It was a very good thing that fuck-face Scott wasn't there at the moment. Finally, Beth regained her composure. "Looks like I'm single, again, guys. Either of you know of anyone who's in the market for a half-naked cheerleader?" she asked as she sniffled. "Yeah, I think I do," Michael said to himself. 3. It was Saturday afternoon, a month before graduation, but the heat was already unbearable. Michael and Beth baked by the pool as long as they could stand it. Then, they dove in. "Is this global warming?" Beth asked as she stood in the pool with her head resting on her arms on the pool's side. "This is worse than August." "No kidding." "Where did your parents go again?" "Ohio. I have a cousin getting married, and it had been awhile since they had been back to see family." "Why didn't you go?" "What? And leave all this?" he said, referring to the heat. "Well, at least you've got me," she said as she sucked in her cheeks and struck a fake supermodel pose. "Yeah, Cindy Crawford, at least I've got you." He inched over to her and draped his arm around his shoulders. After a few minutes, she looked up at Michael and asked, "Michael, I've been wondering about something. How come you never tried to bang me, or date me, or feel me up, or any of that stuff?" He grabbed the hair at his temples and gave her one of those 1950s horror movie looks and said, "Oh, no, it's the return of 'why-am-I-not-sexy'?! Run for your lives!!" She gave him a disgusted look and said, "You can be such a jackass sometimes." "Seriously, if we have to have another one of those conversations, I'm going to drown myself." She splashed him in the face. "No. That's not what I asked or meant. Maybe it's because of graduation, I don't know, but I've been thinking about that a lot lately. How come you never tried anything with me? Have you ever had sexual thoughts about me?" "Have you ever had sexual thoughts about me?" "Huh uh ... you're not pulling that bullshit. I'm serious. I want to know." Holy shit ... In all the years they had known each other, he had managed to avoid discussing the topic that terrified him the most. He was dumbly staring at her while she stared at him with her arms folded across her chest, and eyes drilling into his brain. He started perspiring trying to figure out how to answer that her question without seeming like a total stalker geek. "Well, when you flash your boobs at me, a stray thought may have crossed my mind," he answered flippantly. "No. I'm not letting you worm your way out of this by cracking lame jokes. It's a simple question. All I'm asking for is a simple answer. Have you ever had sexual thoughts about me?" She wasn't budging. So, here it was. His moment of truth. Fuck! What was he going to say? How was he going to tell his best friend that he was madly, hopelessly, desperately in love with her? He stood there, gazing into those unblinking chestnut eyes, sighed very deeply (for, like the tenth time), and just decided it was now or never. "You really want to know this?" he asked solemnly. She answered him by raising her eyebrows and continuing to bore holes into him with her eyes. "Okay. Wow! I'm like really uncomfortable talking about this." He paused looking to see if there was for a crack in her demeanor. No such luck. So, he searched for a way to begin. "Do you remember 7th grade math?" She furrowed her brow and nodded, wondering where this was leading. "You ran out of the classroom on the first day of school one day and smashed right into me, knocking my books all over the hallway." "I ..." he started laughing nervously at what he was about to say. "I ... was squatting on the ground, of course, and I came face-to-face with your ... legs." He laughed again -- anxiously. "I froze for moment, just staring at your legs ... Your tan, perfect, amazing legs with your gorgeous calves, and that tiny little birthmark on the back of your left knee, and your ... your ... your flawless thighs, and ... I ... I just melted." She relaxed her posture somewhat, tilted her head slightly to the side, and focused intensely on his face and his words. "I stood up, and you smiled at me. And, you apologized. And, I thought, wow. She's drop-dead gorgeous and nice. I thought, 'Wow!' What're the odds of that?" Beth was now enthralled by all of this. When she asked him the sexual-thought question, she honestly thought he'd make a series of jokes until she told him to piss off. At the most, she thought he might give her a compliment. But, this was different. This was unexpected. This was words and feelings pouring straight out of his heart, and she was fascinated to find out where this was going to lead. "That's the moment I fell in love with you. Okay ... I know what you're gonna say, that that's crazy. I mean, how could I fall in love you? I didn't even know you, right? All I can tell you, Beth, is that loving you is the only real, true thing I have ever known. And, getting to know you better? All it did was just make me fall deeper and harder in total and complete love with you. "Since that day in 7th grade, there hasn't been a single day that you haven't been the primary focus of my thoughts. I watched you date all those other guys and felt so jealous sometimes I thought my heart was going to explode. I dated all those girls and they were never more than pale, empty reflections of you. I -," he paused and looked up to try and find the right words to express what he was feeling. "You are ..." Then, he looked down at her face for inspiration. He cupped her chin in his trembling hand and started speaking very slowly and deliberately to emphasize each word. "You are the most beautiful girl on earth as far as I am concerned. Nobody else is even close. You are so kind and generous that I sometimes find myself crying just because I have you as my best friend. You are so smart and funny that you can make laugh even when my world seems to be falling apart. "I've thought about you in every imaginable way. I've thought about what it would be like to hold you ... to really hold you, like a boyfriend holds his girlfriend. I've thought about what it would be like to brush your soft hair away from those soulful eyes and to kiss you with long, deep, kisses that last all night. I've thought about what it would be like to say, 'Oh, Beth? She's me girlfriend or my fiancé or ... my wife.' I've thought about what it would feel like to touch you and to taste you and to smell you and to see you completely and to hear your sounds when you make love and to know that I was responsible for producing those feelings in you. I ..." he sighed heavily. "I have probably just scared the hell out of you and made you want to run back your house screaming, and ... Oh, God ..." He dropped his head into his hands, not know what to do or say next. She saw a tear fall from beneath his hands and land in the pool. Beth was speechless. She blinked back her own tears and swallowed, trying to think what to say or do. Then, she hugged him hard and said, "Michael, I'm still searching for right words to begin, but I want you to know that I will never let anything come between us. You throw that concern right out the window." He hugged her so tightly; she was momentarily unable to breathe. As his emotions radiated off of him, Beth, too, was so overcome that tears ran down her cheeks. When she finally regained her composure, she sniffed and asked, "Michael, why haven't you ever told me how you felt or given me any hints?" He had to struggle just to manage to blurt out, "Survival." Then, he added, "My feelings for you are so strong that I was afraid that if I let even a little of it out, I would totally lose control ... like now." "Sometimes it's good to get out of control." He put his hands on her upper arms and looked at her with his swollen, red eyes. "Then, this must be my lucky day," he sniffed. She gave him a small, sympathetic smile. "Come here." She took his hand and led him out of the pool to one of the chaise lounges. She sat directly opposite him, with their knees touching and his hands in hers. "The thing is, you big knucklehead, I'm in love with you too, and I have been for a long, long time. I can't pinpoint the exact moment like you can with your creepy 'perfect legs' story," she teased. "Tell me, what brand of raincoat do you wear when you stalk innocent women?" Michael burst out laughing and said, "Thanks for completing the image." "Anytime." Then, she added seriously, "My sweet, darling Michael, I've never met anyone who makes me feel like you do." He gaped at her with the innocent, bewildered look of a little boy. "It's true ... believe it," she said in response to the expression on his face. "But ..." She interrupted him. "There are no buts. I ... am ... helplessly and magically in love with you, too." She got up and sat beside him. Then, she pulled his mouth to her and kissed him softly. Michael eagerly reciprocated and rotated his body so they would be facing each other. They stayed like that for a long time, never saying a word, just hungrily kissing as if they had to make up for lost time. Beth finally broke their embrace and stood, taking Michael's hand in hers. She led him through the house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. She pushed him gingerly onto the bed and peered into his eyes while she began slowly removing her bathing suit. She followed his eyes as they drank in her body and felt her breath quicken as she found herself responding vicariously to the passion she witnessed in him. She walked to the bed and grasped the top of his swim trunks and slid them off his body. Then, she sensuously crawled up beside him and grabbed his massively erect penis with both hands. She had seen enough of Michael over the years in wet swimwear to know he had a very nice package, but she was even more aroused at finally seeing him in the flesh. Beth spent some time just gently stroking him and getting to know this important part of his body. He was about seven inches or so, she guessed and had a thick, even shaft that curved a little toward his belly. His crown was only slightly bigger than his shaft with a brownish pink brim. His meaty balls rested in a sack covered in dark curly hairs. She might have to do something about that later, she told herself. She experimented with different ways of rubbing him and licking him. She got the best response from either licking or lightly scratching the upper underside of his cock. Beth then bent down and took him into her warm, wet mouth. Michael closed his eyes tightly and panted in response. She started sucking and kissing his glans initially and gradually started working more and more of his wide shaft into her throat. She bobbed her head up and down and used her tongue to tease the sensitive part of his penis. She increased the pressure and the speed of her sucking and kept adding saliva to keep him moist. Michael's crest came so quickly that he didn't have time to warn her. Beth was hit with a cannonball of cum in the back of her throat and had to move quickly off of his gyrating piston to keep from being bombarded. She continued to jack him with both hands and watched his seed shoot out until he only trickled onto her hands. While Michael recovered, Beth retrieved a warm washcloth to clean his belly and chest. "Wow, I didn't expect that," he managed to blurt out between breaths. She didn't say a word. She just kissed the top of his dick and then moved to kiss him. He encircled her with his arms, and she lay across him so that his semi-rigid penis was laying against her own sex. They, again, kissed for quite awhile before Michael turned over, with Beth still in his arms, and laid her on her back. She looked up at him with a sweet, trusting expression. He surveyed her exquisite body and turned back to her face to kiss her again. In his fantasies, he played this scene out 10,000 times in vivid detail. He was going to take as much time as he needed to pay homage to her body and to bring her as much pleasure as he was capable of providing. Beth sensed what was in store for her because she relaxed, got herself comfortable, took in a series of long, slow breaths, and closed her eye in anticipation. Michael started by kissing her eyelids and her nose and her cheeks and her chin. He nibbled on her ear lobes and worked his way down her neck. Beth let out low moans as he caressed her neck with his lips. Michael moved down to her shoulders and to her chest. He repositioned himself so his body did not obstruct any part of her and so his turgid dick stayed in constant contact with her velvety skin. He arrived at her breasts and shook his head, muttering, "Wow," to himself. He began spread his fingers and used the soft pads to gently knead her in small circles. The light touch ignited a second set of moans. He moved to her right breast and nimbly kissed her in slow circles edging ever closer to her nipple. Just before he reached her peak, he switched to repeat his actions on her left side. Michael then returned to her right, placed his flattened tongue against her nipple, and slurped in an upward motion. Then, he used just the hardened tip of his tongue to move in circles around her areola. He tenderly clasped her nipple between his teeth and tugged. Next, he pulled her nipple into his mouth and mimicked nursing movements with his tongue. Beth's body started to writhe and her breathing began growing more desperate. Michael repeated his movement on her left side while massaging her right breast with his hand. From what he could tell, her right breast was more sensitive, and he tucked that information aside for later. When he knew he had her motor running, he moved between her legs and rubbed his rigid shaft along her the top of her heavenly pussy. Beth was definitely moving down the tracks toward orgasm, so Michael shifted his focus to her lower treasures. He slipped his hands under her ass cheeks. Then, he lifted her sex to his face. He spent some time just blowing air on her so he could commit every surface of her vaginal region to memory. He breathed in her aroma to it, so that, too, was committed to memory. She was more stunning in person than in any of the images from his imagination. Since this was the one area that had not seen sun, her skin retained its natural pinkish hue. Only her vulva was flushed a deeper shade of rose. She had yawning channels on either side of her labia, which had blushed to a rich rouge in the heat of her passion. The crimson ridgeline of her clitoral hood was distended and the bud of her sex reached out to find a source of relief for her passion. Her lips had parted, and her satin canal was dripping with her nectar. Beth & Michael As he pondered whether to continue his slow pace, Beth beseeched him to please hurry. He obeyed and began licking the channels along her labia before turned his head to the side suck her lips into his mouth. He was careful to avoid contact with her smoldering clit just yet. Michael then gently spread her lips with his thumbs and began assaulting her inner chamber with the curved tip of his rigid tongue. Beth breathing was labored how, and her body began pushing her sex into him. Michael knew she was approaching the edge of amour, so he inserted one, then a second of his fingers into her passageway. After a couple of minutes of stroking her and licking her, he finally descended on her carnal knob. He used rapid strokes with his tongue all around her bud. He reached in further with his fingers and was momentarily taken aback to discover that her virginal barrier was still in place. He quickly resumed his assault on her clit and sucked her deeper into his mouth. He reached up to roll and pinch her right nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand. The combination of his oral massage of her clit, his rubbing of her nipple and his scraping of the top wall of her inner sanctum, sent Beth toppling over the edge. Her body began writhing violently and the rippling of her vaginal walls set free a deluge of liquid, which Michael happily drank. All she could managed to say was a breathy, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" repeated over and over until her orgasm finally began to wane. At the first sign of her relaxation, Michael released the pressure on her clit. He waited until the tension in her body evaporated before he removed his finger from her vagina and freeing her nipple. He lay on his side with his head propped in his hand and supported by his elbow, just watching her. She may not have seen it, since her eyes were still closed, but she sensed the love that washed over her from his eyes. In fact, he was so completely focused on giving her pleasure that he even lost his erection. But, now, watching her, smelling the air, and appraising her body, his member eagerly returned to full mast. "That ... was ... I don't even have words for what that was," she said. Michael just smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I can guarantee you I enjoyed it more." "Like fucking hell you did!" she retorted. "Madam," he said with mock disdain, "your language. This is a family establishment." "Screw that. I don't want to hear any more shit about you having more pleasure than me, and if I have to, I'll just go ahead and let me head explode next time to prove my point." "Well, I don't want to have to clean up that mess, so, okay ... you win," he said laughing. "Good. Glad we don't have to debate that." "I do have a question for you, however." After one more deep sigh, she opened her eyes and looked at him and asked, "What?" "Are you a virgin, my angel?" She shrugged. "Yep. Surprised, huh?" "You know, I just assumed with all those poon hunters you were dating that that rampart had been breached." She rose up on one arm and looked at him. "That was a BIG source of friction. I could never convince myself to allow my first time to be with Scooter Scotty or any of those other jerks. I think that's why I was so hurt when good ol' Steve abandoned ship, like all the others, and headed for Port Carol. I did try ... a little. But, honestly the only person I could ever imagine giving myself to was you." He snorted and shook his head. "What?" she asked. "We are some pair. I kept going through an endless string of goofy affairs with girls I usually didn't even like, much less love because they weren't you. Now, I find out, that you were doing the same thing only with dipshit guys." She tilted her head. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? Are you a virgin too?" "Guilty." "But what about Stacy Moeller? She told everybody in the girls' locker room that you and her were knocking holes in the walls with the headboard. She also bragged about your monster tool, which I'm happy to report is accurate." "Urban legend. If I couldn't have you, I couldn't bring myself to have anyone else, even for the sake of just a good screw." "But, what about what you just did to me? You can't possibly be a beginning pussy eater." "I have done some of that ... with Kim Farmington, by the way, not Stacy. I was afraid Stacy would give me lockjaw." Beth burst out laughing. "You have the mighty internet to thank, madam, and a LOT of inspiration this afternoon," he said. "I took an online course: Pussy Eating 101 ... from every porn sight I could find that didn't require a credit card number." "I am quite impressed." "Thank you. Here at Sodomy U, we pride ourselves on our dedication to our craft." She laughed again. "You're a nut." Beth reached over and took Mr. Johnson in her hands. "So, what's the next course on this menu?" In a loopy British accent, he said, "I'd recommend the beef Wellington tonight, Madam. It's served hot with a salty cream sauce." "Mmmm. Sounds perfect. What's for dessert?" she asked as he moved over her and put her on her back. "You. Just you," he said in his normal voice. "The kitchen staff threatened to quit if we made them try to invent something sweeter than you." "Wow ... it looks like you charmed the pants right off of me." "That was the plan, Madam," he mumbled as he dove in for another session of kissing. While they kissed, he rubbed his hands over different parts of her body. When he reached her pussy, he used his finger tips to gauge her wetness. Once she felt saturated, he moved between her legs and planted his erection against her slit. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked in a serious voice. "It seems like I've been waiting for this moment my whole life." He spent a few moments looking into her eyes to make sure she wasn't just trying to be brave for his sake. Once he was convinced her feelings were genuine, he said, "I love you, Beth Anderson." She ran her hand along his cheek and said, "I love you, too, Michael Barrett." Then she smiled slightly. "You don't have to worry. I want this as much as you do." "Obviously, I've never done this before, but I know that slow is better the first time. I'll be watching your face for signs that this is too much, but please tell me how you're feeling and what to do, okay?" Her voice caught in her throat a little as she found herself getting choked up because she could tell how much he was worrying about her. "I will. I promise." Only then, did he actually begin maneuvering himself. Michael rubbed the head of his penis up and down her shaft to coat himself with her juices. Then, he shifted his weight so he wouldn't crush her and began gradually pushing himself into her. His eyes never blinked and never left her face as he watched for any sign of discomfort. He quickly discovered that by moving in and out he could penetrate her easier than with a single thrust. She felt her vagina progressively adjust to his size and to its first visitor. Michael was feeling electricity in his loins but he was not going to let anything harm Beth, so he controlled his own natural urges to pump harder and faster. When Michael reached her hymen, he stopped to let her catch her breath and get comfortable with his manhood lodged halfway up her canal. Beth reached up and kissed him and said, "Okay. I'm ready." "According to what I read, the best thing to do is to just blow through and get it over in one thrust," he stated. "Yeah, that's what the girl friends I can trust told me. It'll be okay, Michael. One pop, a little stinging for a few seconds, and then we never have to worry about this again. I am SO glad I waited for you." "Me too." He bent down and gave her a ravenous kiss, grabbed her right nipple between his fingers, pulled his stiff penis out and plunged in. After he had broken through the barrier, he froze his hips. Beth sucked in a big gulp of air and squeezed her eyes for a few seconds. A tear rolled down one of her cheeks, and Michael let go of her mouth to kiss her eye and to lick off the tear. It didn't take long before she relaxed. "Whew ... glad that's outa the way," she said. "How are you doing?" he asked. "Okay. Darian told me it would sting for about 30 seconds and to have the guy do what you did ... just freeze. I already knew that's what you would do. Then, she said to take it slow for a minute or two to allow my pussy to release more juice. That's the point where it all starts to feel pretty fucking good." "I love you," he said. "I know," she replied. Michael followed the Darian plan and moved slowly in and out of her, now pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. By the time he had made it all the way in, Beth was indeed relaxing and her sweet pussy was flooding his cock with moisture. "Mmmmmm ... this feels amazing. I can't believe it feels this good to be full of cock," she said. She wrapped her legs around Michael so his thrusts would go as deep as possible. For the next several minutes, Michael immersed all five of his senses in this moment. He watched her face and her body get caught in the rapture of their lovemaking. He turned to watch his dick slide in and out of her heavenly canal. He observed the muscles of her thighs flex around his body as she held him. He knew he would remember her aroma until the day he died. He even grazed a finger along his shaft to scoop up some of her syrup to taste. He luxuriated in her moans and her pants as she began the climb to what he hoped would be a shattering orgasm. He felt the heat coming off of her and the sweat building on her skin as they moved in perfect harmony with each other. Beth's discomfort was now a distant memory, and her carnal encoding was taking over. She moved her hips and ground her clit into Michael's cock and public bone as often as she could. Michael helped by moving his body up slightly every time he withdrew to meet her clit. His cock and his balls were now on fire, and he knew this magical session would reach its peak soon. He started seeing the signs from Beth that he saw earlier with more feral thrashing and a complete abandonment of restraint. She felt his cockhead begin to swell even more inside her, ravishing her vaginal walls with its pounding. Michael felt his balls pull up and knew he was seconds away. At that moment, coated his index finger with saliva and reached down to find her flaming clitoris. She immediately started more intense panting, and he bent down to suck her right nipple into his mouth. That sent Beth sailing over the edge, and she began flailing and screaming. Beth's vaginal walls went into spasm around Michael, and he let loose a guttural, "Oh, God!!" His seed careened off her cervix with explosive force. Michael clamped his eyes shut as the waves of pleasure enveloped him. Beth's orgasm was heightened by the blasts of cum igniting inside her, and her orgasm stormed on for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the assault began to subside as Michael's thrusts grew less feverish, and Beth's taut body began to relax. When Michael finally stopped thrusting, he lay his head down on Beth's shoulder and tears started flooding his eyes. Beth was still trying to recover, and it took her a few minutes to realize that Michael was crying. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" "Wrong? Nothing! Nothing in the whole damn world is wrong! This has just been a very emotional day, and some of that is leaking out of my eyes at the moment." Beth picked up his head. Now it was her turn to kiss away his eyes. "You sure have been crying a lot today. I don't know what I'm going to do with you." He snickered. "I'm out of -- Oh shit!" He suddenly screamed. "What?" she asked in alarm, searching for the source of his concern. Michael had realized he was still inside Beth, and he suddenly panicked about dumping a record-setting load of sperm into her. "With everything that was going on, I completely zoned out on using a condom. God, I'm so fucking stupid!" "That's what this is all about? Jesus, I thought something bad happened," she replied calmly. Michael was confused at her nonchalant attitude. "I don't know if you realize it, but you are hosting about ten gallons of baby batter at the moment. Doesn't that concern you?" "Calm down. My period just ended day before yesterday, so I'm perfectly safe. Besides, I really don't think I could have had you wear a condom today no matter where I was in my cycle. I really needed to feel everything! I will never forget this day -- ever -- and neither will you. I wanted to feel the sensation of your skin against mine, and I wanted to feel you cum inside me. I wanted to feel all of that, my darling, and I am as happy as a girl can be about the whole affair." Michael calmed down and smiled. "That was pretty fucking great. Just think; we only have our whole lives to top it." Beth smiled. Then, she got a quizzical look on her face and asked, "What did you mean by that?" "Just what you thought I meant. I will never be able to love anyone as much as you, and I am never, never, never going to let you go. Did I say never?" "So, what, you just deflower me and then expect me to up and marry you or something," she said with a look of mock disbelief. "Yep. That's pretty much the plan." "You seem awfully confident for someone who's a bit of a ... crybaby," she teased. "Okay ... a guy gets a little emotional when the girl who causes him to masturbate 900 times a day finally ends up in his bed, and she's never going to let him forget it!" "Only 900? What are you a pussy or something?" He cackled and fell over on his back laughing. Beth hopped on top of him and pinned his arms to the mattress. "So, do you honestly think you can be happy for a lifetime with a crazy broad who constantly asks you if she's sexy?" "If you can spend your life with a supersexy stud who leaps tall buildings with a single bound ... (he starts fake sobbing) ... 'cause that's where the hankies are kept ..." At that, Beth fell onto the mattress laughing. He rose up beside her and asked, "So, how's your pussy holding up? Ready for another go round?" "If Mr. Johnson is ready, the good ship poon is ready too." "What do you think your mom and dad will say about all of this?" she asked. "Mom will start crying and Dad will say, 'Jesus, what took you so long.' What about yours?" "Amy will be thrilled. She thinks of you as her big brother anyway. Mom will smile knowingly, like she already knew this would happen. Dad will go crazy! I sometime worry he's going to leave my mom and try to elope with your dad!" "What about Grandma Carrie?" Beth got suddenly serious. "You know what she said to me the other day?" Michael nodded no. "She asked me when I was going to stop wasting time on nincompoops, like Steve, and start dating you." "Really?" "Yeah," she paused as she was remembering the conversation. "I asked her why, and I'll never forget her answer ... 'Because, darling, he looks at you the same way your granddad always looked at me, and your granddad gave me the best 56 years of my life. How could I want anything less for you?'" Beth's throat started to tighten at the prescience of the memory. "She's a smart lady." "Yes ... she is," Beth said as she used a corner of the sheet to wipe her eyes. "That's what got me started today and caused me to ask you that question." Michael pulled her into his embrace and kissed the top of her head. "Okay, so let me just reacp. I woke up this morning a single, a loser, and I proceeeded to pour milk over my cereal without looking at the date ... it was nice and chunky! Then, my favorite sandals broke. I stepped outside into this blast furnace of heat and humidity. Finally, something good happened ... my best friend came over to cool off in the pool. However, she then started harassing me about why I hadn't tried to jump her gorgeous bones. I broke down sobbing like 4-year-old whose ice cream cone fell in the dirt, lost my virginity to the woman of my dreams, and we just decided to spend the rest of our lives together. Did I miss anything?" "Just one thing," she answered seriously. "Michael ... do you think I'm sexy?" "That's it," he said. He threw the covers over them and started tickling Beth until she begged for mercy. Once she had surrendered, Michael let it be known that Mr. Johnson was again ready and reporting for duty. "Is that all you're going to think about now?" Michael put his hand to his face and looked up thoughtfully. "Hmmm. Yeah, that's pretty much it." "Oh, brother! What am I going to do with you?" He was leaning over her with his hands underneath her back, looking down into her eyes. "Love me. Just love me until the universe is nothing but a faint memory in God's mind." She looked up at him and ran her hand through his wavy brown hair. "I'm not sure that's long enough, but okay." "Oh, and by the way," Michael added, "Mr. Johnson said that if you ever bug either one of us again about whether or not you're sexy, he's going to swell up and never go down. THEN ... you'll have to deal with that!!" "As long as I can look at myself through your eyes, I don't think I'll ever have to worry about that again." "Good," he said in a low, satisfied voice. Then, he kissed her deeply and passionately and joyfully. When they broke apart, he said, "Now ... getting back to the condition of Mr. Johnson!" as he threw the covers back over their heads. "You have GOT to stop thinking about sex 24/7 ... Oh! ... Oooo! ... That's nice," she said as he attacked her pussy with his tongue. "Okay, maybe just this once .........." The End