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The Mask

By: DWSimon



Pain. Hot. Blinding. Horrid pain. There was heat and wetness. But all I knew was pain. Over and over the waves of agony swelled inside me. I opened my eyes but could barely see the twisted mound of metal that was once my car. Panic rose inside me. I looked as far as my head would pivot, but I saw little but blurriness. Sharp needles screamed inside my head when I moved. I knew to try and stay awake. But I lost the battle. I looked up at the moon, wondering if I would ever see it again as the world faded to black.

**

I work in a hospital. More to the point, I volunteer at a hospital. I found that volunteering in the neo-natal ICU allows me to help without causing any harm. Premature babies need so much attention. Sometimes just being held, rocked gently in the warm, caring arms of someone is all that they need to help get them through the days. So I volunteer my time with those babies that were born without parents who cared, addicted to some substance from the mother, or so sick, that they just needed that extra help. I come to the hospital at night where only the hospital staff could see me. I stay from shortly after visiting hours end until the wee hours of the morning when those who do have families, are allowed to come into the ICU.

It is better this way, that I do this at night. I walk along the corridors of the hospital, ever weary of coming across some grieving family or some innocent who may be lost. On those times, I hide myself from view quickly, not wanting to add to the stress of their days. When the night is over, I return to my home, to read, listen to music, teach myself to cook, or any of the other activities I have taught myself in the past few years. And when I am exhausted, tired beyond my strength, I collapse against my bed and pray that sleep will visit without being riddled with images from the past.

It had been a long day at the hospital. I was exhausted. More so from lack of sleep than anything I had done in the previous twelve hours. I spent the night holding a little girl, born so early and so addicted to whatever drug its mother had been using. All I could do was hold the baby close, absorbing its cries into my flesh, rubbing gently the aches and screaming pain of withdrawal. When 5:00AM arrived, before the next shift came on, I bid goodnight to Ruth, the night charge nurse, and started making my journey through the corridors, heading out into the night sky. But as I was heading towards the East entrance, there was a grieving family huddled around a room that looked as if there had been a code blue, the universal words signaling heart attack or cardiac arrest. I backed away from that hall, turning down a deserted corridor, silently adding my prayers to those of the grieving family's. As I moved down my new path, just before I turned a corner that would lead me to the parking lot, I passed a room in which the occupant made me pause. I knew roughly what types of patient's were kept in each area of the hospital. The area I had just passed was for trauma patients. This area was for patients in comas. I stepped inside the room, drawn by some force I still cannot recognize. I stood by the bed in the cold, sterile room. I looked down at its occupant and felt my heart quicken.

He was a big man. His head reached the edge of the slightly inclined bed. His feet brushed just past the far end of the bed. Which would make him roughly my height. He was strong, built sturdy and muscular, also not unlike myself. He hadn't been there too long. His beard stubble, which was thick and dark, was maybe two days old. For some reason they had shaved his chest and it also was stubbly. His face was wrapped in bandages, from the bridge of his nose to the crown of his head. His ears were free, but his eyes covered with thick pads. His chin, lips, and jaw were badly bruised, disfigured and discolored. His chest had a large bandage covering most of his left pectoral muscle and the sheets covered him from about mid stomach down, but I could still see the bandages. His leg was in a pressure cast. His hands and forearms were covered in bandages as well.

A respirator was breathing for him and there were tubes coming out of almost everywhere. Just looking at him made me tear up. It was probably best that he was unconscious; unable to feel the agony his body must be in. His thick chest moved rhythmically with the respirator and a heart monitor kept up its steady vigilance. My breathing quickened as I crept forward. I didn't know who this man was or what had happened to him, but I was drawn to him. I stood by his side, looking down at his chest, powerful and strong. I placed my hand on his arm, unable to do otherwise. I was assailed by his heat, the man was an inferno, but not feverish. He was alive, bristling with it, defying death. 

My hand gripped his arm more firmly, molding my fingers and palm to the thick muscles and warm, smooth skin of his bicep. I heard the heart monitor slow, not beep as erratically as it had been. The respirator became smooth, less jerky. I looked at the monitor; his pulse had slowed from 60 to 50 beats per minute. My anxiety rose a bit and I made a motion to leave, but then I saw his body relax. For that could be the only word for it. It was as if he was resting easier. 

Sometime later, a nurse came into the room and flipped on the lights and I jumped. I dropped my hand from his arm and bolted. I rushed out of the hospital, amazed that the sun had already raised. When I looked at my dash clock, almost three hours had passed from when I normally leave the hospital. I drove home, my hands shaking from adrenaline and some unnamed factor that I didn't want to examine too closely. I got home and rushed inside, cursing myself for deviating from my schedule, upset that I had to cross the street so late when there were so many people about. I walked into my apartment and collapsed on my easy chair. I sat immobile for hours, just staring off into space, unable to get that man out of my mind. Somehow I fell asleep. I awoke to find my house dark. Tonight is a night I normally don't go to the hospital. I didn't plan on going at all. But I just couldn't get him out of my head. An hour later I was walking through the corridors of the hospital, finding his room. I walked into the darkness, hearing the machines make their noises. I walked right up to him and placed my hand on his arm. Warm, just like this morning. And then it happened again. His pulse slowed, his breathing evened, his body relaxed.

I stood by his side for hours. I never took my eyes away from his lips, his mouth, his rhythmically rising and falling chest. I just stood in place, watching him breathe, feeling the warmth of his arm. I was entranced. I was dazed. I felt my own body calm in a way it hadn't in many years. It was only the flickering change of his heart monitor, barely seen through my peripheral vision that had me look up. On the machine was the time, almost four in the morning. I had come to the hospital at a little after eight. I noticed that my feet hurt and my back was stiff and my arm trembled from staying in one place so long. But the most amazing thing was that his pulse had risen. I looked back down into his face, seeing if there was a change in the breathing in his chest. Then his arm flexed under my fingers and his body shook. He raised his hand to his mouth and I felt more than heard him scream.

**

I swam in blackness. My mind wanted concentration. But each time I came close, the pain was there, waiting, swatting at me like a caged animal. And each time it did, I retreated back, behind the wall of darkness where it couldn't get to me. All that existed was the endless night. And then I felt a presence. Someone was there, as if calling to me. I moved towards the presence, fighting my way through layers of black, being beaten by the pain. I worked so hard to get to the presence; that touch. There was compassion waiting for me; warmth and kindness. I tried so hard. But the pain won and I sank back into the dark night. I drifted back a couple of times; wanting to see if the warmth was there. But the pain beat me each time.

And then, some unknowable time later, it was back. I kept pushing forward, delving through the layers that were my prison. The pain was intense, almost more than I could deal with. But the presence never left. It was waiting for me, that warmth and compassion. I rose up; searching for the real world, where whoever it was was waiting for me. And then I was there. The presence was a hand, on my arm. It was a large hand, strong and warm. And then I became aware of the pain, which hit me full force. I tried to open my eyes, and when I did, there was only darkness. I tried to speak, but there was something in my mouth, down my throat. Panic hit me in waves. I started to move, but it hurt too much. I raised my hand to my mouth, needing to get whatever it was that was choking me out. I raised my hand and I felt gauze on my lips. My hands hurt. The pain was so much, so intense. Then I heard someone speak. The voice was male and deep and husky, either from disuse or emotion, I wasn't sure which. I was too panicked to understand the words; but the tone and the inclination were there. It was compassion that I heard and caring and kindness. It took much effort, but I nodded my head, letting him know I understood. His grip got tighter on my arm, and I started to calm. The man told me he was going to call for a nurse. But the pain was too much and I was tired from my journey out of the dark. I fell asleep.

**

My heart started to slow once I realized he was asleep. I had already called for the nurse. When she arrived, I explained what had happened, how he had come awake and panicked. She called the on call doctor. I never left his side, holding on to his arm. A few minutes later, the doctor arrived. I recognized him from some of my wanderings in the halls. He nodded at me when he arrived and started to look his patient over. During the exam, he woke up and thrashed until I spoke to him. I told him everything was going to be fine and he calmed. The doctor looked up at me and I could tell he wanted to ask questions. After a couple more minutes, the doctor asked that I leave while they removed the respirator and changed some bandages. I stepped outside the room, with my back against the wall next to the door. The nurse came and went a couple of times, bringing supplies, some gauze and other medical supplies. Then I heard a loud grumbling moan. I knew then that they had removed the respirator tube. The doctor came out shortly and spoke with me. He told me about his injuries, how they were progressing and what his recovery would be like from there. He had been in a car accident. The respirator was due to his lung collapsing. He had some nasty abdominal internal injuries as well. But the worst was the fragments of glass and metal in his eyes. They had gotten all of it, but it would be a few weeks before the bandages came off and they could be sure he would be able to see. His jaw had been dislocated, explaining the bruising. His hands and forearms had minor second-degree burns on them. I nodded through his long explanation; inwardly cringing at the pain he must be going through. Then the doctor asked me how I knew the man. I told him the truth that I had simply seen him while walking out to my car after a night of volunteering. He told me that it was my presence that was helping keep him calm. The doctor smiled at me then left. I took a couple of deep breaths then went back inside the room.

They had increased the incline on the bed; he was sitting up now. His head swiveled towards me as I entered. His voice was deep and gravelly, probably raw due to the respirator tube.

"What is your name?"

"Cory. Yours?"

"Will. Thank you. For being here." It was said with a shrug of his shoulders, almost an embarrassed gesture. I smiled at him, though he couldn't see it. I walked over to his side. I hesitated for a few seconds, but I ended up putting my hand on his arm again. He was still just as warm as before. His muscles tensed under my fingers for a second. I cleared my throat. "Is there someone I can call for you?"

He shook his head. "No. No family."

"Orphan?"

"Yes, many years ago."

"I'm sorry."

"It happens."

We talked a bit more, mostly just inane questions about his injuries. He got tired quickly and fell asleep. I stayed though. I stayed until early morning. My hand never left his arm. He woke up before I left that morning. I promised him I would return later that evening. When I got home, I found myself smiling at odd times. We hardly spoke; he slept for so much of the evening. But it was camaraderie. For the first time in over seven years, I felt connected. I don't really know what it is we share exactly, but I like the feeling. I don't think I have ever felt this way. I found myself standing in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and simmering broth. Chicken soup. I was making the old-fashioned cure all for Will. Normally, I would have felt foolish, but instead, I just grinned and whistled a tune as I continued to cook.

**

Over the next couple of days, I found that the fog I was living in lessened each day. Both the pain and the painkillers became less of a focus. I found myself sleeping and deeply, but I was able to concentrate and be wakeful when I needed to be. Or when I wanted to be. Cory came to my room each night. If I were asleep, he would just stand by my side, silently, with his hand upon my arm. It was a reassuring gesture. It was a warm and friendly, caring act of kindness. I found myself anticipating his arrival and missing his presence when I was alone. Each night he would bring me some different tidbit that he cooked. First it was a rich and hearty chicken soup. Then another day he brought chocolate chip cookies. When I told him that I was dying for something spicy, he brought in an enchilada that brought tears to my eyes. 

While I ate, Cory would talk to me, telling me sweet stories from his childhood. There was such love in his tales. His parents were obviously very close, warm, loving people who had adored their child. Even when he told me that his dad had died in a car accident, there was love and joy in his tale, simply because the man had loved his son so much, that the pain must have been great, but the sweet memories lived on. He even spoke with affection about his mother's second marriage and his stepbrother and sister. It took a few days, but I realized that his stories didn't seem to go beyond when Cory was seventeen. And when I pressed, he would change the subject, or try and take care of me. So I usually changed the subject, really just thrilled to have a companion to talk with.

My leg wasn't broken in the crash, but the tendons were swollen because I hyper-extended my knee. The pressure cast was just to give them a chance to heal. As soon as I got the last tubes taken from me, I was given a walker. And with Cory's unflagging help, I took my first few steps along the hall. Even though I lived in blackness, my eyes still not healed, when I was with Cory, I wasn't afraid. It didn't scare me to walk, because I knew that he would catch me if I fell or at the very least, keep me from walking into the walls. I couldn't see him, but I knew so much about him. He is tall. Although when I stood, he was surprised because I was taller than his six-five. He has a very solid, sturdy, hulking build. I felt it when he wrapped his arm around me, helping me back into bed. His voice is deep and melodic, with a smooth timbre to it. His laugh isn't often, but it is true and joyous when it does occur. I find myself wondering what color his hair is or his eyes. I'm curious if his smile is as great as I think it is. I wonder if he is gay, like me. His touch is so gentle, so kind. It is unlike what a straight man would bestow upon another man. I feel like I get mixed signals from him. Then I pass it off as being unable to see his face and facial expressions. In another week or so, the bandages come off. And I can't wait to see Cory's smiling, kind, and compassionate face.

**

The past few weeks have been so different for me. I've never felt this way before. Or more to the point, I have never allowed myself to feel this way before. I think about Will constantly. And I smile. More so than I think I ever have. It is getting more difficult to hide how I feel. When I stand by his bedside, I find myself listening with half my mind. The other half is feasting on his body. I look down at his chest, the dark golden hair has grown back, and thick down the middle, fanning out to nothing by the time it reaches his collarbones. I find myself almost reaching out to touch it, wanting to run my fingers through the dense pelt. I wonder if it is soft or crinkly crisp or both. Regular hospital gowns don't exactly fit him. But he is so warm, that he mostly wears a kind of knit pants, but summer weight, like pajamas. They cling so well to his muscular legs. And when he sits, it cups him so temptingly. I find myself growing hard whenever he casually scratches or adjusts himself. Since he can't see, I shave him. When I am all done, and am wiping away the last of the shaving cream, I find myself wondering how his lips taste. My heart beats so fast in anticipation before I even see him. My blood flows slow and heavy in my veins. I feel achy and tingly all the time whenever I am near him.

I now know that he stands taller than I do. At 6' 7", Will towers over me. His body is strong, built heavily with cords and cords of muscle. His hair is a deep, deep gold, in such a contrast to my own dark brown. His voice is soft and gentle, deep and a little gravelly sometimes from the respirator. The truth is, over the past few weeks, I have fallen hopelessly in love with him. I never thought I would feel this way. It is like a curse. To be granted this wonderful feeling, when I know it is a future that is denied to me. I should spare myself the agony of being near him when I know that my feelings won't be returned. For a few days, I thought that perhaps, maybe, it could work. That perhaps it would be okay. But as I grew to know Will, it just wasn't meant to be.

And I did learn so much about Will. He is a firefighter, part of that noble, heroic group of men and women who save lives and prevent a tragedy from becoming catastrophic. He saves people's lives everyday. He is worried that his knee won't allow him to get back in shape soon enough. But he shouldn't. Even with the accident, he is still in amazing physical condition. When I found out what he did, it hurt so badly. When you lose someone close to you, the pain is crippling. But when hope dies, fragile, newborn hope, it is devastating. But I refuse to feel the pain just yet. There will be time later for that. So I still volunteer with the newborns. But now, I just spend more time away from home. And it is good. This is different.

I came to see Will one day, after I spent the night in the ICU. He was practically jumping up and down. I smiled real big, wondering what it was. I knew how scared he was about making it back on the force, I wondered if perhaps some of his crew had come by with good news. That is the best part about my schedule, Will's friends get him for the day, and I get him at night. But seeing him so giddy, I walked in and grinned and asked what was going on.

"Cory! The bandages come off tomorrow!"

My throat closed up. I breathed out really shaky. "That is wonderful Will." Each word was bitter coming out of my mouth. I felt the tears sting. It was over. Too soon was all I could think. There wasn't enough time. But I stomped it down and suggested that he get some sleep, to prepare for the big day.

"Oh Cory, I don't think I would have made it this far without you."

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. "I didn't do much Will. I was just your friend."


The Mask



Will stood on his own and walked up to me. He only limped slightly. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. "That is pure bullshit Cory and you know it. But thank you for saying it."

I watched as Will walked to the bed and lay down, pulling the blankets up his bare chest. I drank in every last bit of him I could. I stood by him, with my hand on his arm until he fell asleep. There I stood for several hours, apologizing silently for abandoning him. I walked away from him and stood for a moment at the door. The tears flowed freely at this point. I silently whispered the words of my heart to him and then left. I drove home and walked straight into the bathroom. I peeled off my shirt and stared straight at my reflection, letting painful memories and harsh words from the past wash over me. I looked my fill until my own reflection blurred, condemning myself because I knew I wasn't going to be there tomorrow when Will got the bandages removed. His first vision didn't need to be that of a monster.

**

I walked through the halls of the hospital. I got rid of that damn walker and was using a cane. It had been two days since they removed my bandages. It was still a little too bright, but I could see. I was so happy at first. I hadn't realized how terrified I was, thinking that my sight loss might be permanent. But my vision is clear, perhaps only requiring some reading glasses. I looked past the doctor when he peeled away the gauze and I could see. But there was no Cory. I had finally gotten him to tell me what color his hair and eyes were: both a dark brown. I was surprised when he wasn't there. By the end of the day, I was furious. I was worried about him. I know he volunteers at the hospital, but whenever I asked, no one seemed to know who Cory was. I didn't even know his last name. It is so damn hard to have people help you find the man you have fallen in love with when you have never laid eyes on him before. But I didn't find him that day, or the next. They're releasing me from the hospital in the morning, but I can't sleep. So I am wandering the halls.

I must have gotten turned around. I was walking along a corridor that was faced on one side with a huge window, like a nursery. But this was unlike any nursery I had ever seen before. There were machines by each of the tiny beds, so many machines. After a moment of staring in shocked pity, I realized that this is where the preemies and sick babies come. I walked a bit further until I noticed someone sitting in the room. He was big. Huge. He sat in this tiny rocking chair with his back to me. He was holding this little, little baby. The baby probably could have fit in the palm of my hand. And this man was stroking its chest, resting the baby in the crook of his elbow. He had dark brown hair that was shaggy, like it had been too long since he had seen a barber, or else cut it himself. I watched in fascination as he switched the baby from one arm to the other with the utmost gentle care. 'Its Cory' was all I thought. He is here, on the other side of the glass. I couldn't see his face, but I knew it was he.

When the baby was resting again in the crook of his other arm, he raised his now free hand and wiped at his face. As the hand left, I noticed the sheen of moisture that clung to his fingers. He wiped them quickly on his pants then raised the hand to the baby. It was then that I noticed the mark on the back of it. I had seen marks like that before. Every firefighter has them, big or small. It is a badge, a talisman. They are the marks of someone who has been burned in a fire. Is that why he wasn't there? Is that why he hasn't been by? My anger grew even hotter. How dare he think that I would shun him because he had been burned in a fucking fire! And then I watched as Cory stood. He walked the baby to her crib; her little arms had stopped waving around, obviously asleep. I watched as Cory stretched his arms up, almost hitting the ceiling. His black shirt rode up on his back. There were other scars there, and from the looks of them, bad ones. My anger faded a bit. Cory had been through some horrific fire and even harder healing process from it. He put his arms down and then rolled his neck. And then I watched as he lowered his head to his chest, almost in utter defeat. My rage faded even more, he wasn't doing so hot either. Hope rose a little in my chest, perhaps he did feel for me, and was just afraid. I moved closer to the glass, wanting him to see me when he turned. I put the best smile I could on, wanting to show him that it didn't matter. Then I watched as Cory turned. The rest of my anger floated away, unable to be sustained with what I saw.

I watched as Cory blanched at the sight of me. His pale face got even whiter. His eye became round and huge in fear, in the need for flight. And I said eye, because Cory only had one. The other was covered by a patch of leather, smooth and supple, conforming to the contours of this face. Under the patch, extending in both directions up and down was the remains of a jagged, deep, angry scar. It bisected his brow and cut deeply into his cheek, curling slightly towards his mouth. Cory's shock quickly faded and he spun from me, putting his face in profile, the masked side away from the glass. I stood on the other side of that same glass, filled with love. His fight with the fire had been brutal. But he had won. I placed my hand against the glass, fingers outstretched, pleading with him to join me. I watched as he swallowed hard, closed his eye and took a deep breath. He slowly turned and walked out the door, joining me in the hall. I noticed he was trembling, but he stared directly into my eyes.

I smiled real big at him. "Cory." My voice was mellowed and husky, thick with emotion.

Cory looked at me, looking resigned and a bit sad. He nodded at me. "Will."

"I've missed you Cory. I looked all over the hospital for you."

His breath hitched in his chest and he swallowed hard. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. But it was for the best."

With that he went to move past me. I spun to follow him, shock stealing my voice from me. He was walking away. I took a couple of steps after him, ignoring my cane. My knee gave way and I started to stumble. I cried out as I fell. But I never hit the ground. Cory had caught me, gripping me to him, holding me in his arms. He lifted me so I could stand. He kept his arm around me as he escorted me to my room. As I walked by his side, my nostrils filled with his scent, soap and a slight aftershave, both spicy and subtle. My hand filled itself with the strength of his back, feeling his heat, his warmth. I smiled at the simple contact as we walked the corridors.

When we got back to my room, Cory helped me to bed. I lay down, with my back propped up high, so I was sitting. I slipped out of my robe, hating how hot the hospital feels. I saw Cory flinch and then stare at my chest. The look was hungry. I started getting hard, feeling his desire feed my own. I looked at him, taking my fill of his body, what I hadn't been able to see before. His legs were long and corded with muscle. His ass was a high, firm, strong confection covered in tight, black denim. His legs strained the fabric. His clothes cupped his sex invitingly. His bulge was mouthwatering. I caught myself, my eyes snapped back to his face. He had controlled his desire. His cheeks were flushed, but he looked straight at me. I knew he was going to leave.

"Cory. Don't go. Please?"

He shook his head. "Will. Please don't. Just, go home tomorrow. Start living your life again." His voice trailed down to almost nothing, so I had to strain to hear it. "Forget about me."

"I can never forget about you. Never!"

"You must." The look on his face was so utterly hopeless, incredibly sad.

"But I love you, Cory." 

**

I honestly never thought I would hear the words. They seemed so foreign to me. I was still reeling from seeing him at the ICU. I had thought that he would have been released the moment he could see. But I was wrong. I never wanted him to see me. I wanted to remain a sweet memory, positive and good. But now here I am, in his room. I just wanted to slip away, go home and shut out the world.

The bandages had hidden beauty. Will's hair is a golden, curly mass that he had cut short. His eyebrows were thick and dark and expressive. But his eyes. Oh his eyes! They were a deep, deep dark blue. It hurt to look at him. But I did. I forced myself to stare in his eyes. I didn't know what to say to him. His words made my heart sing. But when he knew the truth....

"Will. It just won't work. There are things you don't know. And when you do know. This feeling you have for me will be gone."

"I don't believe you Cory. I am sure of my feelings for you. If you don't love me; if you can look in my eyes and tell me you don't care for me that is one thing. But just because you got burned in a fire doesn't mean I don't know my feelings."

I looked down at my hand. That scar was minimal. Nothing compared to the others. "It is more than the fire. I killed my mother that night."

I watched as shock flooded his face. I knew it would be easier to just go. But I couldn't. I couldn't leave him like this. So I started telling him. I felt myself go back, reliving each horrid moment. But I told him everything. 

"I was seventeen. Our house was divided into two areas. My three-year-old brother slept in the same area as I did. Our bedrooms were above the garage. It was late and I was asleep. I woke to the smell of smoke. I called the fire department from my room. There was a smoke detector, but it didn't go off. I got up and ran for my brother. I grabbed him and ran down the stairs and out the front door. I knelt by him at the mailbox. I hugged him up tight and told him to stay. I ran back inside the house, heading for my mother's room. My baby sister slept in the room next to my parent's. But the fire was in the hallway, nearest to the bedrooms in the back. I ran as far as I could. I got to my sister's door. It was never closed, so my mother could hear her. I ran in and grabbed her and crawled out the window. I ran with her to the front of the house, where my brother was. I left my sister with him and ran back. I made it into the house, but the fire had spread to the living room. I knew I couldn't reach her that way. I turned to go outside, to try and reach her through her window. But something fell on me from above, a rafter or something. It knocked me to the ground. I didn't feel anything but heaviness against me. I rolled away from it and ran outside. I made it to the bedroom window when the house exploded. The window shattered in front of my face.

"I awoke in the hospital. I floated in and out for what could have been months. I was lying on my stomach. The drugs they pumped into me kept me from focusing on anything. I can't tell you how much time I was only slightly aware. I only know I was in the hospital for seven weeks before I was released." I pointed to the patch on my eye. "A part of the window hit me in the face. It took my eye, shredded it. They performed three separate skin grafts on my back. My face was badly damaged. The bones were cut and took a long time to heal. The scar on my face was the best they could do to repair the damage.

"A few days before I was released, I turned eighteen. On that day, I realized that I hadn't seen my family at all. That day I became aware. I pulled myself out of the haze that the drugs had left me living in. I asked about my family. Two days later, my step-father came to see me." My breath started hitching and the words became choked. "He had always been happy to see me before. He told me my mother was dead. She had died, long before the explosion, of smoke inhalation. But she was gone." I turned away from Will, not willing to see him look at me with revulsion. "He told me I had killed her. He yelled at me and told me it was my fault. He kept telling me how I knew how tired my mother was, from taking care of the baby. How she was so tired she couldn't hear the smoke detectors. He kept telling me if I hadn't been so lazy, if I had been a better son, if I had been good....

I wiped my face angrily, furious that I was crying. "I hadn't seen the damage to my face yet. I knew there were bandages, but not what was underneath. The doctor had removed them just before my stepfather came into the room. He looked at me and told me that a monster who would let his mother die would always show his true nature. He left shortly after, moving away from the area and taking my brother and sister with him. I haven't seen any of them since." 

Now that my story was wound down, I saw things again. I saw the room we were sitting in. I could see the window and the rising sun outside it. I was going to look at Will, just to see his horror, his revulsion. But a doctor and nurse came in first. I stepped away, but didn't leave the room. I stepped into the connecting bath, to wash my face as they talked to Will.

**

I sat and listened to every word that Cory said, pain and anger swelling inside me. Pain for what he had gone through and losing a parent so tragically, the pain of recovery, the pain of discovery. But anger was almost a greater emotion. I was furious with Cory's stepfather. I understood the man's grief. I had seen it so many times in my profession. But it wasn't Cory's fault. It sounded so much like guilt talking. I have a strong suspicion that the batteries in that upstairs smoke detector were dead. It happens so often. But it wasn't his fault. And those cruel, spiteful words were said at that one moment when Cory needed love and support instead. It explained so much. Why he only visited me at night. Why he volunteered at the hospital. It just made so much sense. I wanted to kiss him, hold him. But the doctors arrived before I could reach out to him. I watched as he moved into the bathroom, thankful that he hadn't bolted.

Within minutes the paperwork was done and I was released from the hospital. Cory came out of the bathroom just as the wheelchair arrived to take me to the door. I hadn't known what time I would be leaving, so I didn't have a ride arranged. I looked up at Cory, and told him we needed to talk and privately. He agreed and walked with me to the door and then I walked to his car. He drove and asked me where I lived. I told him his place was probably closer and suggested we go there to talk. He got kind of uncomfortable, but I insisted. After a couple of minutes, he agreed. He drove downtown, parking across the street from a two-story building, which had a business on the first floor. He led me to a staircase and we climbed up to his apartment. When he opened the door and let me inside, I truly didn't know what to expect. But what I saw nearly broke my heart. On every wall of his living room, every square inch that wasn't a window or door was covered in floor to ceiling bookcases. Every shelf was stuffed full of books. Curiosity had me walk further into his home, snooping where I normally would never have. Each room I entered had more and more books. The hall to the kitchen, the dining room, a bedroom and even the hall to the bedrooms all covered with shelves and books. I stepped into his kitchen and saw evidence of a good cook. Fine knives and good cookware, and sitting by the sink was a dish rack. There was one plate. One glass. One fork. All spotlessly clean, but so stark in its solitary place. As I looked around, I saw all the evidence of a man who had no one in his life. There was no one for Cory to love and care for, and no one to care for and love Cory until now.

I took Cory's hand in mine and led him to the bedroom. The one across the hall was stuffed with books and workout equipment. In Cory's main bedroom was a queen-sized bed. We'll have to get a king, but that's okay. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him to sit by me. I looked in his face, so sad to see fear and apprehension crowd his features. He may have been scarred from the fire, but he was still beautiful. I smiled at him. It trembled a bit, but mostly because my emotions were so strong. I lifted my hand and felt horrible because he flinched. But I lay my hand gently against his face, the unscarred side. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and watched as his eye closed and he pressed his face into my hand. I lowered my mouth to his and brushed his lips with mine. I felt his body tremble at the contact of our lips. I slowly deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth, coaxing him to touch and taste me. I felt his breathing quicken and his pulse jump. I put one hand behind his head, keeping his lips against mine as I continued to kiss him. My other hand roamed his body, sliding up and down his side, feeling the wealth of muscle and warmth. I moved my hand to his shirt and started unbuttoning it. I slipped each button out of its hole, moving down his chest. As I unclasped each one, I felt the warm, soft skin underneath. His chest was devoid of hair. His muscles clenched and released quickly each time I brushed against his bare skin. I lowered his shirt off of his shoulders, skimming it down his body. I kept kissing Cory, feeling his tongue brush my own as I slowly worked him out of his clothing. I watched him as I kissed him. His eyes were shut, the lashes fanned over his cheek. He was so beautiful to see as his skin flushed from excitement, from arousal.

I unsnapped his pants, pulling the zipper down. As I moved, I felt his erection against my hand, pressed into the soft cotton of his underwear. I was so hard myself. I pushed Cory back onto the bed, following him down, still kissing him. But I wanted to feel him naked against me, so I slowly broke the kiss. I looked down into his face as he slowly opened his eye. I grinned down into his face and he tremulously responded in kind. I touched his muscular chest, feeling his body break out in goose bumps. I rose up and pulled my shirt over my head. Cory reached out, as if to touch my body, but he pulled back. I reached out and took his hand and placed it against my chest. Slowly he started to move his hand over me, feeling the swells of my muscles. He ran his fingers through the hair on my chest. I felt my own body tremble at his touch. I sat still as Cory explored my body. At that moment I realized that he had been alone since the fire and he hadn't been with anyone before. This would be his first time. Emotion swamped me and I kissed him again. I moved my lips against his over and over, tasting him, becoming lost in the sensual haze that seems to always swamp me when I kiss someone I love. Eventually, I broke the kiss with a loud moan, resting my forehead against Cory's.

I sat up and finished pulling his pants from him. His erection stood thick and long, straining inside his underwear. I pulled the briefs off him, amazed at what I saw. Cory is probably the biggest man I had ever seen. He was hung and huge. I leaned down and flicked my tongue against the flared underside, just below his head, trailing the tip up to his slit, taking a few drops of his pearly excitement to savor in my mouth. I looked up at his gasp. Cory's body was trembling hard. I slipped off the rest of my clothes and lay down beside him, half facing him. I placed my hand over his heart and could feel it beating hard. He turned his face towards me, his throat working hard, trying to swallow. I kissed his forehead and placed my hand over his erection. I squeezed him once and then moved my hand forward until the tip was resting in my palm. I watched Cory's breath hitch in his chest. Then I pulled my hand down his length until my fist reached his balls. I kept up the motion, moving slowly from base to tip, over and over. I watched as his body curled inwards and his head fell back. I could feel his body tensing beneath my hands. Then his shaft thickened and got even harder just before it twitched hard, jerking in my palm. He cried out, hoarse and low, over and over as I watched his semen erupt from him. It went everywhere. I watched as it splattered his chest, pooled on his stomach and coated my hand. Cory's body slowly calmed. I took my sticky hand and brought it to my mouth, gently tasting its shiny, slick coating. I looked into Cory's face; he had seen me taste his semen. It was as if some switch was turned on inside him. He grabbed me and started kissing me, deeply, pushing his tongue inside me. I met him in everything he did.




The Mask



We rolled back and forth on the bed, kissing and stroking the other's body with our hands. I was so turned on, feeling his cum squish between our chests, being the recipient of so much heat. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his nose gently, looking in his eye, asking him to fuck me. Cory stopped and told me that he had never done anything like it before. I smiled and nodded that I knew. I moved my legs to either side of his hips, letting him slide between them, pressing his thick, impressive erection to my crack. I reached onto Cory's chest, seeing a thick glob of semen and took it and lowered my hand, smearing it around my hole. I took his thick shaft in my hands and pointed him to my opening, urging him forward with my other hand on his ass. He pushed against me, slowly, tentatively. I rocked against him, feeling myself part for him. And then he slipped inside me, moving deep, then deeper still. Instinct guided Cory from that point on. He pushed hard into me, and I arched my back in response. That seemed to push Cory over the edge and he started driving into me, hard. He moved in long strokes, pushing as deep as he could go and then pulling almost all the way out. Over and over he drove his big body against mine. It was the most intense experience I have ever had. I kept moving my hips against his, bringing my cock into contact with his belly. I felt his balls slap against my ass. I used my feet, hooked over his thighs, to pull him further into me. I was so horny, it had been a few weeks before my accident since the last time I had been with anyone. I was so hard. I wanted to get off so badly. But I waited, trying to stave off the end as long as possible. I watched Cory's face. I saw each nuance of his pleasure cross his expressive face. There was so much pleasure and joy in his face, more than I had seen ever before. There was also a huge dose of wonder. This was all new to him. I could tell he was enjoying it, he was moaning and gasping and he kept pulling against my back, just behind my ribs, pulling me closer to him, making our bodies come into sharper contact. He pumped and pushed into me for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes. I felt him get harder and thicker again. I felt his hips get jerky, signaling he was close to release. I pulled harder against his legs, impaling Cory deeply inside me and I let go. I felt my body clasping his to mine and I came. I flooded his belly with my release as wave after wave of exquisite spasms took over my body.

It was many long minutes later that reality began to return. I was aware of a heavy feeling on my chest. I looked down to see Cory's head nestled on my shoulder, his breathing slowing. He had collapsed against me. I slowly raised my arm, it feeling drugged and sluggish, and placed it against his cheek. But instead of warm stubble, I felt supple leather. I went to pull the patch off, but Cory tensed and grabbed my arm. He rose up onto his arms and I realized he was still buried inside me. I watched as Cory looked down at me and I raised my hand and cupped his face.

"Its okay Cory."

"But it isn't." He lowered his head and I saw some of the same panic flood his features again, felt his body tense. He slowly slipped out of me and I felt lost. But Cory just moved to lie by my side. He brushed his hand on my face, exploring it, smiling slightly. He then moved his hand down and rested it over my heart.

"I love you Will."

I smiled at him, saying the words back. And with that, Cory reached behind his head and undid the mask.

**

Will's hand came up to my face and he followed the jagged scar with his fingers. His touch was so incredibly gentle. I felt my pulse race with each of his motions. He then leaned up to my face and kissed where my eye had once been. My throat was clogged with unshed tears. Emotion thickened my voice as I mumbled his name. I had a hard time breathing as I cupped his face in my hands and brushed my lips against him. 

Instantly I got hard again. My mind flashed to the wonder of being inside Will; feeling him grasp me, cling to me, move with me. My cock rubbed against his hairy hip. I rolled on top of his body, just as Will started to pull me. I slipped between his legs, as if this was common practice. I moved against him, feeling him slick with the ejaculate from last time. I slipped inside quickly and easily, pushing hard. Will's body rose in a great arch and a moan. His hairy front rubbed against my chest as I slipped out of him slightly, only to push back, deeper than before. I kept pulling out then pushing deeper. My hips became automatic in their pumping, grinding pattern. 

I felt each bit of Will beneath me. I watched his eyes for his pleasure. I felt his breath hitch beneath my chest. I felt his pulse against many parts of my body. His slick, warm, wet channel sheathed me, clasped me. I ground my big body into his. I looked in his eyes and saw only love. Never revulsion at my unmasked state. My heart soared and my body quickened. I felt the first stirrings of orgasm tighten my belly. My hips convulsed once, twice, three times in hard thrusts. My back arched upwards and my voice became guttural in its deep moans of immense pleasure as i erupted inside Will. I felt more than heard Will release as well. The hot, sticky cum jetted against my belly, coating our bodies in evidence of pleasure. His own ecstasy squeezed my cock, still quaking in aftershocks of pleasure. I found myself still thrusting lightly against Will, long after my own release had stopped. Each little movement of either of us sent churls of pleasure coursing through the both of us, causing us to moan or stretch or arch our bodies. I had been missing this. Now I knew. Now I understood what I had been reading about. This really can start wars, stop armies, create harmony or discord wherever it exists. It really is the most powerful force on Earth. I looked down at Will's tired but euphoric face and kissed him, sharing with him my newfound knowledge. He met me and we continued to kiss. We drew out the pleasure until our bodies quickened yet again, only to be appeased by another round of lovemaking. 

We spent the day and most of the night in an embrace of some form of rapture. And after we had slept, we continued. Day and night; Night and day. Weeks turned into months, months turned into years. Will is still a firefighter and I still volunteer at the hospital, but now, I no longer hide from the eyes of strangers. Let them look. For now I know the look is pity and not revulsion. For I am not a monster, never was. Love proved it to me. 



The Mask



The Bruckner Memorial Library was an imposing edifice. It stood proudly at the peak of the largest hill in Everdale, flanked by the beautiful Lake Winoski. For generations, the library was owned and operated by the May family, who lived on the second and third floors of the 22 room structure. 

There were Ma and Pa May of course, better known by their given names of Peg and Leroy. Peg was a youthful 48, with long flowing brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her slightly younger husband, a fit man of 46, sported salt and pepper hair and a feisty disposition. Besides running the library, the Mays collected rare birds, predominantly parrots. In a specially lighted and ventilated room attached to the library proper the spectacularly colored creatures were lovingly attended to by the entire May family. Most of them could talk quite well, and Molly, a particularly bright amazon, had an active vocabulary of some 100 words.

The Mays had four children ranging in age from 21 to 28. Trish, the oldest had frosty blond hair and movie star looks. Doug, at 24 was as handsome as Trish was beautiful, looking a bit like Brad Pitt. His younger sister Brittany had just turned 22 and was a blond bombshell. Finally, Ken rounded out the group at 6' 2". He was a year younger than Brittany and had dark brown hair, a moustache, and a great sense of humor. 

Peg had a younger sister, Jane Farrell who unfortunately was always getting into trouble of some sort. She had been in and out of drug rehabilitation for years, staying clean for a short time before the vicious cycle began again. A few years back, she divorced her husband of 20 years and moved in with the Mays, along with her 4 children. Chloe was the first born at 23. She had short blond hair and was very tall and willowy. Matt and Bill were 21 year old identical twins. They enjoyed trying to fool people by pretending they were each other, to riotous effect. Lastly, there was the 18 year old Ian. Unlike the rough and tumble twins, he was the epitome of the geeky nerdy type, wearing wire framed glasses and playing piano. 

As the warm summer days waned into the cool crisp nights of autumn, the Bruckner Memorial Library was abuzz with activity. A collection of rare masks from Mexico had just arrived, and were going to be on display through Thanksgiving in a special lighted glass case. It was the night before Halloween, and Chloe and Ian had decided they would unpack the masks before anyone else had a chance to see what they looked like.

* * * * *

"Oh, my GOD! Look at this one!!" Chloe tossed Ian a black mask with a brilliant red smile. The eyes had been poked out and there were chalky white marks on the cheeks and forehead. It looked like something a 4th grader would make as part of a makeshift Halloween costume.

"How did that get in there?" Ian grinned. "Looks like Chuckles The Clown wore it!"

"I have to try this one on." Chloe took the simple rubber band attached to the mask and stretched it over her head. In the fading light of dusk, she looked commanding in a strange kind of way. 

Chloe walked over slowly to Ian then suddenly jumped unexpectedly toward him. "BOOOOO!!!" she shreiked so loudly that her youngest brother practically hit the ceiling. Chloe was laughing so hard, Ian took the opportunity to pry the mask off her head and quickly put it on his own. He looked rather comical with his wire framed glasses pressing against the eye slits. Chloe continued to giggle as Ian pretended he was Chuckles the Clown. Suddenly she felt very hot. Her nipples were on fire and there was a growing wetness in her loins. She looked over at Ian, who had discarded the mask suddenly, and was hiding his crotch with his hands.

"Ian, what's the matter?" Chloe tried to get a glimpse of her brother's cock through his tan khakis. 

"N-n-othing," I just feel a little hot, that's all."

"You mean....horny hot?" Chloe flashed Ian a wicked smile.

"N-n-n-ooooo!" Ian turned beet red. "Just hot."

"I'm hot too," Chloe grinned. "Think that mask got me all worked up."

"W-w-orked up?" Ian looked at her quizzically.

"Yeah, I'm taking my blouse off, it's way too hot in here."

"YOU'RE WHAT??" Ian's cock hardened in his pants at the image of Chloe in a bra.

"Oh, come on Ian, I'm sure you've seen a girl in a bra before."

Actually Ian was a virgin, but he didn't want Chloe to know that. "Of course I have...many times!"

"Good, then it is no big deal!" Chloe quickly unbuttoned her blouse, tossing the flimsy garment to the floor. She wore a powder blue bra that barely contained her more than ample breasts.

"JJJEESSSUSSS!" Ian's tongue practically stuck out he was panting so hard with lust!

"Why don't you take off your shirt and get more comfortable?" Chloe smiled sweetly at Ian while she fiddled with her belt buckle.

"Suppose someone comes in?" Ian looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Ian, are you chicken??" Chloe chortled at her nerdy younger brother.

"I'M NOT CHICKEN!!" Ian hoisted his jersey over his head, revealing a snow white wife beater. He had a moderately hairy chest, and the black curly hair contrasted nicely with his white undershirt.

"Not bad," Chloe couldn't take her eyes off of her handsome brother. "I'm still hot though, guess these pants are going to have to come off too." With that, Chloe stepped out of her jeans, revealing matching powder blue crotchless panties. Ian thought he was going to faint.

"Oh my friggin God!" Ian's cock was so hard he could feel it spreading the fly slit of his boxer shorts under his pants. 

"What's the matter, Ian, haven't you ever seen a girl in panties before?"

"Of COURSE I have...it's just that..."

"I'm your sister?" Chloe looked at him lovingly.

"Well, yeah..." Ian looked at the ground, wanting to die. 

"Ian, brothers and sisters need to share EVERYTHING about each other....now take off your pants so I can see your hairy legs."

"My PANTS?" Ian turned white. "I couldn't....I never....."

Chloe tried to look sympathetic. "Ian do you have a boner under your pants?"

Ian just nodded, wanting to die.

"I've seen Matt and Bill with erections before, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. What kind of underwear do you have on, briefs or boxers?"

"B-b-b-oxers." Ian managed to stutter. He was so nervous he could barely get any words out.

"Is your boner poking out of your boxers"?

"I t-t-hink so." Ian wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground, never to be seen again.

"That sounds like it would turn me on, now take off your pants!"

With infinite slowness, Ian stepped out of his dress shoes and undid his belt. He turned away from Chloe as he slowly lowered his khakis. When his pants were completely off, he turned around once more to face his sister, who let out a loud gasp. Ian was wearing white full cut boxer shorts and his nine inch fat cock and hefty balls stuck out of the fly slit obscenely.

"OH MY! Ian, you're hung like a stallion!"

Chloe couldn't take her eyes off his bobbing prick.

"T-thanks." Ian was still stammering but was starting to relax a little. 

"I really like your big dick, Ian, mind if I taste it a little?"

"T-taste i--t???" Ian was totally shell shocked. He had never been blown and jacked off every morning thinking about a hot chick giving him a tube job.

"Yeah, just a little." Chloe had to act fast, she didn't want Ian to chicken out. "Lay back in that chair."

Ian obeyed his sister like a trained poodle, sinking back into a large recliner. He looked very appealing in his cute wife beater, boxer shorts, and black dress socks. Chloe could feel her panties moisten, she was that turned on!

Ian almost fainted as Chloe got her knees and stuck her tongue out. She made contact with her brother's massive prickhead, and quickly ringed the head, a nice neat circle. Ian let out a loud moan of pure ecstasy. Spurred on, Chloe opened her mouth and swallowed the head and part of the shaft of Ian's cock in one gulp. He let out a scream of intense pleasure as Chloe forced more and more of his fuckstick into her bloated jowls, sucking like a madwoman. Then she turned her attention to Ian's balls, exploring every nook and cranny of his testicles with her talented long tongue. Ian moaned and groaned into oblivion and almost lost consciousness at one point. After 2 minutes of intense ecstasy, Chloe suddenly let Ian's tubesteak escape from her pouty lips.

"W-w-h-hatt?" Ian didn't understand what was happening. 

"I want you inside me." With that, Chloe took off her bra and stepped out of her panties. Ian had time to remove his socks and a-shirt, but before he could get to his boxers, Chloe got on top of him. She guided his cement hard tool to her willing gash. It slipped in easily, as both siblings let out moans of ecstasy.

"G-G-A-W-D!!" Ian croaked. "It feels so hot!"

Chloe bounced up and down on top of him like a fucking bronco. "Yes, YES, YES!!" Her voice got higher and higher pitched. Although Ian tried to hold back, Chloe's blow job had really gotten his juices flowing. In a matter of 60 seconds he was over the edge.

"I'M CUMMMMINNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Ian shot off so fiercly inside Chloe the chair shook.

"AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Chloe let out a shrill scream as her body in turn was wreaked with a powerful orgasm. Ian spurted eight times inside her, before he finally was drained of 18 years worth of seed. Brother and sister collapsed from the chair to the floor, completely spent. Finally, Ian managed to get a few words out.

"T-t-that was incredible!"

Chloe just smiled. "And we can thank the mask!"

Just then they heard some voices in the hallway. "Oh my God! We better get dressed and put the masks back." Ian looked petrified. 

Brother and sister scrambled into their clothes and tried to repack the masks as carefully as possible. Ironically, in their great haste, they overlooked the plain black mask that was responsible for their extreme horniness. It lay face up on the floor, looking a little more demonic than earlier that evening!

* * * * *

The next day was Halloween and the four May children were trying on costumes for the gala ball that evening. Ken had found the funny black mask with the peculiar red smile and was attempting to hypnotize Brittany with it. 

"You will do whatever I say...when I snap my fingers."

Brittany just laughed. Ken looked so dumb with the mask on, although his goofy skeleton costume didn't help much either.

"Give me that!" Brittany yanked the mask over Ken's head and decided to try it on herself. Ken roared at the sight of his 22 year old gorgeous sister with the silly black mask contrasting with a silky white princess costume. 

"You look like Cinderella in drag!" 

"Shut up Ken, you didn't exactly look like Prince Charming with it on either!" 

"What's going on here?" Trish entered the room, along with her brother Doug. 

Ken found this geeky mask from the collection and we were just trying it on!" Brittany faced her two older siblings with her eyes fluttering behind the eye slits. 

Trish and Doug were doubled over with laughter. "Let me try!" Trish quickly grabbed the mask from Brittany and put it over her head. With her witch costume, the black and red statement didn't look half bad. 

"Sexy, very sexy." Doug whistled.

"I feel sexy....and hot!" Trish felt flush all of a sudden and figured it was just the costume. But Brittany and Ken appeared sweaty too.

"Are you guys OK?" Trish peeled the mask away from her and tossed it to Doug, the only person left to try it on.

"Yeah," Brittany and Ken answered in unison. "These costumes are a little hot!" 

"I'm starting to feel hot...and bothered" Trish seemed a little embarrassed. "You know what I mean?" 

"Me, too," Ken nodded. His prick was pounding in his skeleton suit and pressed against his tight boxer shorts insistently.

"Yeah, I'm really hot, if no one minds, I'm geting out of this princess costume."

With that Brittany undid her gown and kicked off her pink slippers. Doug had been wearing the mask for some time now, and watching Brittany disrobe had really gotten him hot and horny. He took the mask off for a better view of her stunning body and threw it behind the sofa. Brittany stripped provocatively to a pair of pink panties and tiny purple bra. Her huge jugs threaten to burst out of their prison any minute. 

"You look nice Brittany, I think I'll join you!" With that, Trish shedded her witch costume. She wore a matching black bra and panties and her tits were if anything, even larger than Brittany's. Ken and Doug ogled their sisters like horny schoolboys. Their jaws dropped as Brittany's breasts suddenly cleared her tight bra.

"Oops.....oh well!" Brittany made no move to cover her exposed tits up. 

"Aren't you guys a little overdressed?" Trish stared at Ken and Doug expectantly.

The men took her cue and tossed their costumes aside. Neither wore a t-shirt and their smooth muscular chests were a real turn on for the girls. In a matter of seconds Ken was naked save for a tapered pair of blue boxers with adorable little side slits. Doug sported nothing but white boxer briefs which bulged obscenely with his eight inch erection. 

"Woooooo" Trish whistled. I think you guys have a little problem there."

"Must be awfully uncomfortable with your dicks trapped in your shorts like that. Why don't you take them off?" Brittany smiled at her brothers pleadingly.

The effect of the mask was so potent, the four siblings were becoming completely uninhibited.

"You go first." Ken turned to Brittany.

"OK, no problem." With that, Brittany unclasped her bra and stepped out of her panties. 

Her bush was completely shaved and her tits sagged like small watermelons. Ken and Doug gasped as their steel prongs spread the fly slits of their shorts. Doug was the monster in the penis department, being at least 8 inches long and very thick. However, Ken was only slightly smaller at 7 and one half inches. Trish quickly got out of her bra and panties, revealing a cute hairy bush and very large breasts that even dwarfed Brittany's. 

"Those cocks look good enough to eat. What do you think, Brittany?" 

"Let's have a cocksucking contest. Whoever makes their man come last will be the Queen of the Ball tonight!"

"Deal!" Trish kneeled before Doug and Brittany got into a similar position in front of Ken. Before either men could take in what was happening, their cock hungry sisters had taken their pricks in their mouths and were sucking in a frenzy.

"Jesus!!!" Ken couldn't believe how Brittany's tongue felt against his rock hard flesh. 

"Damn!! Doug growled. The tight fabric and small fly slit of his boxer briefs was keeping his cock rock hard and the sensations of being blown in them were driving him towards the brink. After about two minutes of extreme ecstasy for both men, Doug's cock suddenly began to spurt. 

"I'm GOING TO PPPPPPOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"

He began to squirt buckets of cum in Trish's mouth, who swallowed it greedily.

Doug's massive orgasm was enough to get Ken off. "BBBBBBIIIITTTTTTTCCCCCHHHHHH!"

He spurted a full 8 loads of cum into Brittany's oral cavern, who unlike Trish spat it out.

"Looks like I'm the winner.....Ken got a little bit more pleasure than Doug." Brittany was radiant.

"Just by a few seconds!" Trish was disappointed, as she really wanted to be queen. 

"Don't worry sis," Brittany reassured her, you can be my first attendant."

All of a sudden the doorbell rang. The quartet of siblings scrambled into their clothes, completly forgetting about the mask, which still lay behind the sofa. The red smile curled a bit more, as it contemplated its next victims. 

* * * * *

A few hours after the May children had fun in their Halloween Costumes, Matt and Bill Farrell, Aunt Jane's twin sons were fooling around in the Bird Room. Matt had found the black mask behind the sofa, and had immediately showed it to Bill, who suggested they scare the birds with it. As it turned out, the birds were rather indifferent to the black and red newcomer, but the twins found themselves getting increasingly hot and horny.

"All of sudden I'm really hot...are you?" 

Matt looked at Bill in a mixture of fright and confusion.

"Yeah, really hot....in a lot of ways." Bill scratched his crotch lazily.

"My cock is going to burst a hole in my jeans any minute!" Matt ran his fingers over the bulge in his trousers.

"So is mine, I feel like a steel bar is pressing against my pants." Bill continued to massage his crotch.

"I'll take my jeans off if you do at the same time!" Matt dared his brother.

"You're on!" The identical twins faced each other and quickly dropped their pants. Their underwear was identical as well, blue plaid boxer shorts. 

All of a sudden Matt heard footsteps in the hallway. "Hide!" He motioned to Bill, who quickly picked up his jeans and got behind a tall bookcase. Matt quickly followed suit, but forgot about the mask, which was still on the floor. The door opened just as the two brothers ducked behind the bookcase. Peg and Leroy May entered the room in great haste. They were a little behind in feeding the birds, what with Halloween night only an hour away and hadn't even tried on their costumes yet. 

"You do the water, I'll get the seed." Peg was about to open a small cabinet when she eyed the black mask on the floor, staring at her unrelentingly.

"Why, what's this?" Peg picked up the mask and showed it to Leroy, who was trying to clean out Molly's cage. 

"That must be from the collection...how did it get in here?" Leroy stared at Peg quizzically.

"Beats me." Peg put the mask over her head and pretended she was a phantom. "I'm Casper, the friendly ghost!"

"Hey, I can do better than that." Leroy whipped the mask off Peg's head and quickly put it on. He climbed on top of a small table, then gestured frantically. "I am the Great OZ! Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!!!"

Peg almost doubled over in laughter, Leroy was quite convincing as the Man from Emerald City. All of the sudden she had a hot flash. Her nipples hardened and moisture started to form on her teal panties. 

Leroy noticed her beet red skin as he became aware of his own arousal. His prick hardened in his pants, pressing insistently against his striped boxers. 

"I don't know what's come over me...all of a sudden I feel like....doing it!" Peg was so aroused her hands went under her dress and up her legs to her itching crotch.

"Me, too, I feel like there is a fucking flagpole in my pants." Leroy nodded.

"I have to get out of these clothes." Peg quickly dropped her dress to the ground and got out of her bra and panties in record time. The sight of his naked wife so aroused Leroy, that he practically ripped his shirt and pants off, sliding his boxers down triumphantly. His seven incher was rock hard, and he scrambled to the large couch near Molly's cage, anxious to sink his hard bone into his wife's willing pussy. 

"H-hurry!" Peg was so horny she couldn't wait one more minute. As she lay back on the sofa, Leroy penetrated her in one perfectly coordinated thrust.

"Oh, yes! That's it!" Peg started to moan loudly.

"Oh, yes! That's it!" Molly the parrot imitated Peg's phrase perfectly. 

"Oh, no! I forgot about the birds. They always talk more when they're hungry!" Peg said alarmingly.

"Fuck, dammit." Leroy felt Peg stiffen up.

"Polly want a vagina, they'll just have to wait." 

Peg let out a small scream as Leroy found a sensitive spot. "I'm almost there, I'm almost there."

Suddenly there was a cacaphony of birds all talking at once.

"SQUAWK"

"I'M ALMOST THERE!"

"POLLY WANT A VAGINA?"

"FUCK, DAMMIT!"

"SQUAWK"

"I can't concentrate with the birds talking like that...they're watching us!!" Peg was mortified.




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"Let em watch!" Leroy was adamant. "Now fuck, woman!!" The hungry birds became more insistent in their cries.

"SQUAWK"

"LET EM WATCH!"

"POLLY WANT A VAGINA?"

"FUCK, DAMMIT!"

"I'M ALMOST THERE!"

"NOW FUCK, WOMAN!"

"POLLY WANT A VAGINA?"

"SQUAWK, SQUAWK!"

While the birds were making a racket, Matt and Bill had taken their hard dicks out of their boxers and were jacking off furiously at the erotic scene unfolding before them. As their Aunt Peg and Uncle Leroy fucked more and more intensely, the young men had to get a better look. They winked at each other and suddenly came from behind the bookcase, standing on either side of the copulating couple.

"MATT! BILL! Peg screamed...What are you...?"

At that precise second Leroy had the Orgasm of Orgasms. "HERE IT COMMMEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

He started to explode in his wife's gash, setting off her own orgasm.

"THIS IS ITTT!!! AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Peg's entire body shook from the force of her intense release. Watching their Aunt and Uncle cum easily brought Matt and Bill over the edge. "FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!"

Matt squirted cum all over Peg's face and breasts. Bill quickly followed suit. "GAAAAWWWD!"

Between them , the twins emptied 15 loads of cum onto the spent couple. Peg's face and tits were covered with white goo, as was Leroy's back and legs. And the parrots were going completely beserk.

"SQUAWK"

"POLLY WANT A VAGINA!"

"THIS IS IT!"

"FUCK, DAMMIT!"

"I'M ALMOST THERE!"

"HERE IT COMES!"

"POLLY WANT A VAGINA?"

"SQUAWK! SQUAWK!! SQUAWK!!!!

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The day after Halloween was sunny and mild. Bruckner Memorial Library was the proud sponsor of a new display "Masks From Mexico". All the bigwigs from Everdale were there, including the pesky Mrs. Downer. She was an aging socialite, always trying to be something she would never be, and in general just caused a lot of trouble. The 25 masks were arranged neatly in a shiny display cabinet for all to see. Now that the holiday was over, the black and red one looked a little more lackluster and shriveled, as it hung dejectedly in the last row. In the audience, Mrs. Downer happened to stare at it for a brief instant. Without warning, the brilliant red lips parted, revealing stark white teeth!!

"ITTTTTT'SSSSS ALLLLLLLLIIIIVVVEEEEEEEEEE!"

Mrs. Downer let out such a loud scream it could be heard across the building in the bird room. She scrambled to her feet, and was out of the library in a flash!!

In the display case, the black mask closed its mouth and hung dejectedly once more. Yet it was thinking all the time. One phrase, over and over....

"Just wait until next year!" 



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So I listen to a lot of techno. It might be dorky, and it might give you a headache, but for me its like really good Sunday sex. Unexpected and fabulous. If it was the nineties, you'd call me a candy kid, but its not the nineties, so you'd just call me Skye. I'm here to tell you my story of how I fell in love with a mask.

I got my invitation in the mail on Wednesday. The party was on Friday, so I didn't have a lot of time, but I wanted to look amazing. I wanted to look like a big walking freeze pop -- cool, colorful, and satisfying. This is what the invitation read:

Friday night

Admission: 5$

Costume Contest

400$ Prize

At The Layzer

I had to be there. It was a must. So when Friday night came I had the perfect outfit. I wore and electric blue micro mini, with yellow fishnet stockings, and a yellow halter top with blue plastic beads. I brushed my long black hair and applied bright red lipstick to my lips. I pulled on a white pair of boots, stacked high because my Korean mother doesn't have a tall gene in her body. 

I ran out the door to catch the subway. New York is literally a jungle, and I felt like the top lioness tonight. I strode proudly swinging my hips in a demanding manner, you had no choice but to look, whether you liked what you saw or not, and people usually did. when I arrived at the club I greeted the doorman and walk in. 

I scanned the room, but not for my friends, they would come to me. What I was looking for was competition. When your at the top of your game, and your run a scene, there is always one person right behind you, or even beside you, that will knock you off your throne. tonight wasn't going to be my night. 

The lasers in the room were in a frenzy tonight, whipping around at impressive speeds, making everyone it touched look as though they stepped out of a intergalactic mission ship straight into a grungy, run down electro-pop club. It was the people who made this place glow though, not the condition. 

I looked around and saw the regulars, along with a couple newcomers in tight groups, afraid to venture out. Then I saw her. The most beautiful creature on the floor, preening like a neon peacock. Radiance swarmed around her like bees to honey. 

I automatically new this bitch was going to bring me down. I had worked so hard to keep my top position, and I can see it all crashing down. I slowly walked over to the subject, approaching it from the side. She turned and looked at me and our eyes locked. and that's all I could see was there eyes. They were a crazy emerald green and they intense enough to make any face beautiful, but on her they just look washed out and glassy. 

This was because they were surrounded by the most beautiful mask I ever saw in my life. She looked like a full sized porcelain doll with the lips of the ceramic mask stained blood red, and long luscious eyelashes framing the green in her eyes. The mask dripped sex appeal. I wanted it. Or maybe I wanted her?

After staring at her for five seconds or so she responded. "Your Skye aren't you?" I looked at her mask and pulled my gaze don only to find a voluptuous body wrapped in a colorful muumuu that outlined curves I was just itching to knead. 

"Yes, that's me," I said calmly. 

"And who are you?" I said with more courage then I had at the time.

"See your asking all the wrong questions" she said in a thick low voice. She pressed her body closer to mine and whispered in my ear 

"What you really want to ask is will you ditch this place and go home with me." She said in a matter-of-fact tone. Now I was quite sure she was wrong, but hearing I come out her lips and into my ear like wax down a candle made me feel it was just what I wanted to do. Thoughts of dominance, winning the money, and become a legend slipped out of my mind. All I wanted was this masked wonder's naked body against mine. 

I nodded pathetically. "Your right." I said.

We walked to my apartment, the subway seemed to fit her less then the street. I clung to her like a cub to her lioness. Her beautiful swayed gently, hypnotizing me to follow it willingly, even though I knew the way. 

When we reached my apartment, she turned to look at me. She grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved me down on the ground. Wordlessly, I lifted up her muumuu to drink her dripping sex juices. She moaned musically. I never tasted anything like it before. 

The first pussy I ever tasted was so amazing I never wanted to stop. I flicked her swollen clit lightly with my tongue, before taking into my mouth and sucking it greedily. She grabbed my ears and shoved my face in tighter, and I darted my tongue in and out of her sweet hole. 

"Oh god Skye!" She sang loudly. Her hips started to buck and I felt a small trickle of juice land in my mouth. It tasted so good I sucked her wet cunt hard to get more, and the promised flow came soon after, along with her shouts of ecstasy vibrating my whirling mind. Fuck, she could get me drunk off that cunt.

After she was spent she bent me over my kitchen table. The table felt cool on my hot skin. She lifted up my skirt and ripped a hole in my stockings, leaving my now drenched pussy open for her to devoir. She stuck her long slender fingers deep inside me, pumping my pussy slowly. It felt so amazing that I felt the heat in my body turn to pure bliss and my whole body tingled with anticipation. 

She pulled her fingers out and licked them slyly. Then she reached for her bag, and pulled out a neon green strap on. It had to be at least 10 inches, nothing I can handle. She strapped it to her sexy ass and pushed it inside me with one long fast stroke. 

I screamed out in agony, I could feel my pussy stretching past its limit, the green dildo filing my creamy pussy completely. she slowly pushed it in and out in slow sensual strokes, and it felt like heaven. I loved being this woman's little kitten. I felt my cum dripping down my legs and onto my calves. "faster please!" I begged her. She sweetly complied, and began driving the monstrous pole in and out of my cunt, hard and fast. I couldn't hold myself up, the pleasure was so thick my head was spinning and my knees were going numb. Finally I came and she pulled out and lapped up the juices on my pulsating pussy. Her expert tongue brought me down, moaning on the ground as she lay orgasm after orgasm into my body. I was bucking on the floor and I fainted. 

When I woke up the house was dark. I gathered together my wobbling legs and pulled myself up to the table. on the table was a burning stick of incense. The smell wafted into my nose and I noticed the mask on the table. I picked it up gingerly and stroked it, feeling slightly aroused. Next to the mask was a note. it read:

"I see you have some talent, use it wisely."

Damn I wish I knew her name...



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Two friends make love at a party while in disguise.

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A big Thank You to WanderingScot for his editing of this story. 

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Chapter 1

Life is fickle if I may call it that. When we're young we have all these hopes and dreams and are told we can be anything as long as we try hard. I guess sometimes it's true but at other times we just don't have control over how things turn out.

My best friend while growing up was Kerry. We were both from families with higher incomes. In grade school we considered ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend. We loved being together and even talked about how when we got older we would get married and how many kids we would have.

Our parents would always laugh when Kerry said she wanted two kids and I said I wanted three. So I told her she could go ahead and have two and I would have three. I think we were about six years old at the time.

Time went on and we even spent our junior high school years together. Then my life as well as Kerry's was turned upside down. One day when Kerry was thirteen she was on her bike and was hit by a truck.

She was life-flighted to the hospital in critical condition. I couldn't help crying when I heard about it. I wanted to go see her but my parents said it wouldn't be a good idea, besides she was having major surgery and would more than likely be in a coma. 

It turned out she broke both legs and had major head injuries. I felt so bad knowing that there was nothing I could do. It was summer time and I spent my whole vacation worrying about Kerry.

As she was getting better I was later told that after the accident she had only a seventy-thirty chance of surviving the accident but now they thought her chances were very good. It was over a month later before they told me I could go see her but they still advised against it.

"Why, Mom? Why don't you want me to see her?" I asked.

"John, Kerry has undergone a number of surgeries. Her head and face are completely wrapped except for her eyes and mouth. I know it's going to be hard on you as well as Kerry."

"I have to go see her Mom, she's my friend" I responded.

When I walked into her room she was conscious. The moment I saw her I had tears running down my face. I couldn't believe what I saw. Her head and face was wrapped in a mask like a mummy. There was no way anyone would even know who she was.

"Hi Kerry," I said under tearful eyes.

"John, I guess I blew it this time. The plans for our future will have to be put on hold. I'm being transferred to the Mayo clinic and won't be home for some time. You'll have to learn to study by yourself." She was trying to be funny but I knew she was scared.

It was Kerry that kept me on the straight and narrow. She helped me study which helped improve my grades. I couldn't picture my day to day life without her. God I was going to miss her.

I honestly didn't know what to say. I just blurted out whatever I could think of. "Let me know how things are going from time to time. You're still my best friend." I squeezed her hand and quickly walked out of her room. I didn't want her to see me crying.

In the hallway my parents told me that she would have to go through a number of surgeries and skin grafts. It would take a few years before she would be done with all the medical work and they still weren't sure how she would look.

I knew I still had to go back in and say goodbye. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I walked back in the room to say goodbye to my best friend. I know she could see that I had been crying. She was always such a smart girl. She had both the looks and the brains. I had to ask "Why God? Why Kerry?"

I could tell she was looking at me. "John, don't worry about me and I want you to go out there and be the best football player ever. If you don't want to do it for yourself, then do it for me. I don't know how I will look after all the operations, but just remember that beauty is only skin deep and I will still be the same person on the inside."

I had always talked with Kerry telling her how I wanted to play pro football and make lots of money and she could spend it on herself and our kids. I was basing all my future plans on us being together. Now the only plan I had was to be the best football player I could be. I was going to do it for Kerry.

****

All that took place seventeen years ago. I never heard from Kerry again but I can't say that I never thought about her. I guess it's called 'alone time' when you sit there all by yourself and think about your past and the good and the bad times. My best times were when I was a kid and being with Kerry. My worst time was seeing Kerry in the hospital. I often wondered what happened to her.

I will explain more about my life throughout this story. I was now a thirty-one year old man who owned a car dealership. I've had a number of ups and downs throughout my life.

Tonight I was to go to a Halloween party with everyone in my dealership. I had over twenty-five employees and we decided to go to a party at the Hilton Inn.

I had my secretary pick me up a costume, and I ended up with a cowboy outfit. She told me I was Roy Rogers. Actually I kind of liked the outfit except for the guns. I told her I could do without them.

The party was a lot of fun; I had a lot of good people who worked for me and I supplied the drinks for them during the evening. There were a lot of other people there also and we mingled with them. I was intrigued with a woman who was dressed as Cat Woman from the Batman series.

Her outfit was all black and very tight. It showed all her curves; she was lean and the suit fit her like a glove. The only thing that bothered me was she wore a full head mask. I could only see her eyes and the opening for her mouth. It brought back thoughts of Kerry.

The first time she walked by me she said, "Hi John, good to see you again," and walked away.

I have to admit this grabbed my attention. I walked over to her and asked her if she would like to dance and maybe have a drink.

"The drink would be nice but I'm not in the mood for dancing," she replied.

She had me intrigued. "How about a little conversation instead?" I asked.

"That would be nice. My name is Kat, as in Cat Woman," she said as she laughed. "My husband is meeting me here, so I have a few minutes."

I sat down and waited for our drinks to come. "So Kat, how is it we know each other."

"I've know you most of my life John. We even went to the same High school."

At first when she said we've know each other I thought about Kerry again. I didn't want to blurt out her name so I just asked questions. "Did we ever date?"

"Not hardly! When I was a freshman, you were a senior. All the girls had a crush on you."

"So what else do you know about me?" I asked.

"I know everything about you John. Don't forget you're a celebrity. Everyone knows about you. You were 'All State' in high school. Then you went to State college where you were a tight end. After that you were picked in the second round of the Pro Draft and played for two years before that horrible knee injury that ended your career."

"I can't believe you know so much about me. Why don't you take off your mask to I can see who you are?"

"I don't think so John. I prefer to keep it on. Don't want to scare you or anything," she replied.

At that moment a chill ran up my spine. I thought about Kerry's covered face and of course I had to wonder what it must have looked like under the bandages. I tried to recover but I know Kat noticed my reaction.

"What's the matter John? Did I say something to upset you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I know she said we were in the same school and that she said she was younger but I had to wonder if it just might be Kerry. "Are you sure that we never dated?" I asked.

"John, not to be disrespectful but you dated a lot of bimbo's and groupies. Also a few celebrities; you were also married and divorced twice. I'm sorry but I don't exactly fall into any of those categories."

"I'm sorry. I know I screwed up my life pretty good. I really am trying to change it now. It's just that you remind me so much of a childhood friend; even though it's been quite a few years, I think about her often."

"Not to pry but I'm a good listener, a shoulder to lean on, what's your friends' name?"

"You wouldn't know her, it was a long time ago. Her name was Kerry Underwood." I know I had tears in my eyes when I said her name.

"John, I know a Kerry Underwood. She was hurt in a car accident when she was just a teenager."

"What? You know Kerry? What can you tell me about her?"

"Oh, here comes my husband," said Kat. "Jim this is John Taylor, the pro football player from our town."

"Good to meet you John. I followed your career, too bad about the knee injury," replied Jim.

"Nice to meet you too Jim. Kat, I'm sorry, you are with your friends at a party and I'm taking up your time, but I would like to talk to you more about Kerry later." I replied.

"That would be nice. Maybe we can set up a lunch date if Jim doesn't mind," said Kat.

"Honey, you know I trust you," replied Jim.

"So, John, I'll see you later," said Kat as she walked away.

I sure wish I could have talked to her longer. Now she has me thinking about Kerry again.

I had ignored my friends and had to get back with them for the evening. I knew I had to get back to Kat eventually and learn more about Kerry. I just hoped she would get back to me. Hell, I didn't even get her last name.

****

A couple of weeks had gone by and I didn't hear from Kat. Then one day while I was at the dealership my secretary came in and told me a woman wanted to speak with me in private.

"Who is it?" I asked Thelma.

"She said to tell you she's Cat Woman," said Thelma with a smile. "She's a good looking woman John but she has a wedding ring on her finger."

I've know Thelma all of my life. She was my dad's sister and of course my aunt. She was married with three grown kids. She has always been my closest relative outside of my parents. When I bought this dealership she came in for her job interview. I had to laugh because I couldn't run the dealership without her. My mom even said I needed her to keep me straight. She was one of the few women that I knew I could trust.

"Send her in Thelma. I've been wanting to see her. She knows about an old friend of mine. Please hold all my calls and I might even be going to lunch."

When Kat walked in I stood up to meet her. She was a beautiful woman but I did not remember ever seeing her. The only downside was I thought there was a chance that she might have been Kerry, but she wasn't.

"Please come in, I was so wanting to talk to you. Please sit down," I asked.

"Thank you, I know you are wondering who I am. I know that you had a slight hope that I was Kerry, but I'm not.

"No...I was just..."

"It's ok John, I could see it on your face. To be honest with you I'm Kathy, Kerry's little sister. The little girl you use to chase away so you and Kerry could be alone. Remember me now? My mom always sent me along with you and Kerry so you two wouldn't get in trouble." She was smiling, and it put a smile on my face too.

"My God, you have grown up to be a very pretty woman. I'm not hitting on you, I know you're married. I'm just speaking the truth."

"So, are you taking me to lunch?" asked Kathy.

"Of course, anywhere in particular you would like to go?" I asked.

"Kerry told me to tell you to take me to the Red Lobster," she said with a smile.

"You talked to Kerry? How is she? Where is she?" I asked.

"We'll get to all that over lunch," said Kathy with a smile.

We went to the Red Lobster and ordered lunch. Kathy looked up at me and asked, "So, what do you want to know about her?"

"Everything, how is she? Did she recover from the accident? What did she do with her life? She was always so... so beautiful, smart and happy before... I might have only been a teenager but I loved her and miss her so much." I knew I had tears in my eyes.

"John, I know how you feel. I felt bad when she got hurt but I remember her telling me that beauty is only skin deep and that she would recover."

"My God, she told me the same thing. I wanted to keep in touch with her but I was so afraid and then I had no idea where she moved to. I just didn't have the nerve to see her again. Please tell me she's alright!"

"She spent six months in the hospital following all her surgeries. She had so many operations and skin grafts that I lost count. She lived with our aunt so she could be close to the hospital. She was still a happy girl growing up and kept a positive attitude, and told everyone she met that she would someday be a plastic surgeon so she could help people like she was being helped.

"We would go up to see her about every weekend. Mom couldn't stand being away from her and moved in with my aunt so she could be with Kerry. It was a real strain on my parents' marriage and they eventually divorced. I stayed here and lived with dad and went to the local schools. We still visited Kerry at least once a month.

"She was home schooled and then went to a medical college until she got her medical degrees and finished her internship. She now works in a hospital in Pittsburg. It's only a three hour drive from here.

"I talked to mom and she said that Kerry mentioned moving back here for her residency. I should tell you that she never dated a lot due to her facial surgeries and spending all her time studying for her degrees."

"Thank you Kat, I feel so much better. I wasted most of my life feeling sorry for myself. I tried hard at football because I promised Kerry I would. If she had been by my side I know I would have been on the straight and narrow instead of going to bed with anyone who was willing."

My sexual history has been in all the gossip papers for years. Only recently since I got the dealership have they left me alone. I'm no longer the playboy of the day. Just a hard working business man going on with his life.

"You should stop by her office or the hospital and see her. I'm sure she would like to see you again," mentioned Kathy.

"No, I don't think I can do that. I was a coward not to keep in touch with her and I was supposed to be her best friend. I missed her so much."

"John, after I ran into you at the Halloween party I called Kerry and talked to her. I told her I had seen and talked to you and asked if it was ok to answer your questions. She was happy to hear that you still remember her."

"Remember her! I can't tell you how much I have thought about her over the years. You might not believe this but she was the only girl I ever loved. I know it now."

"I will say that she has talked about you and was sad to read where you had a career ending injury," replied Kathy

"That's what I mean. She went to hell and back and she worries about others. Thank you for telling me about her. Not to change the subject, but how is your dad doing?"

"He died two years ago. He never remarried after he and mom got divorced. I guess it was hard on him. One day shortly after Jim and I got married, we got a call that dad had a heart attack."

After she told me about her father she told me it was time for her to leave.

"It really was nice talking with you, John. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. You really ought to think about going to see Kerry. I know she'd love to see you," said Kathy.

I was happy to hear about Kerry but yet sad that I was such a coward. Besides, after two failed marriages I was trying to get my act together. Luckily I saved enough money while I played pro ball to buy my car dealership.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about Kerry. Just maybe I could get up the nerve to go see her.

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It was nearing Thanksgiving and as usual, I'd be eating at mom's along with other relatives. It's was mom's big thing to have Thanksgiving dinner at her place every year. I couldn't complain, the food was always great. I really missed it the years I was away playing ball.

The day before Thanksgiving I always closed the dealership early. My employees had time to be with their families. We always closed for Thanksgiving but opened up on Black Friday. Believe it or not business was usually pretty good. Some people did buy the big ticket items, like vehicles for Christmas presents.

As we closed the door for the day and I wished everyone a Happy Thanksgiving I got the crazy idea to drive to Pittsburg to see Kerry. I had to do it. I just had to go see her as hard as it was for me. I rushed home and packed a light suitcase and headed off to Pennsylvania. I figured it would be about a three hour drive according to Kathy.

I had her office address and the name of the hospital she worked at. When I got to her office there was a sign in the door that said, "Closed till Monday. For emergencies please go to the hospital."

Damn, I hope she would be there at the hospital after getting up the courage and driving this far. I walked up to the reception desk and asked for Dr. Kerry Underwood. It sounded strange calling her doctor.

The receptionist replied that Dr. Underwood would not be available till Monday. If I had an emergency I could see Dr. Morehouse.

Needless to say I wasn't the happiest person. "Can you give me a number that I might reach her? I'm an old friend."

"I'm sorry sir, we can't give out personal information on our doctors. I'm sure you understand."

I know I shouldn't have but I was now agitated. "Look, Kerry is an old friend of mine and I haven't seen her for years. I just drove over three hours to see here. All I need is a number to contact her." I said in a rather loud voice.

The receptionist must have called security because a man in uniform appeared behind me.

"Is there a problem Mrs. Cully?" asked the man from security.

"This gentleman wants personal information on Dr. Underwood and won't accept that I'm not permitted to give it to him."

"Look, I apologize, I didn't mean to raise my voice or cause trouble. I was just hoping to see Kerry, Dr. Underwood," I replied.

The security guard stared at me for a moment. "You're John Taylor, the running back aren't you?"

"Yes, former running back - career ending knee surgery. Listen, I'm sorry for any trouble I caused. If you would, could you leave a message for Dr. Underwood and tell her I was here?

"Sure, no problem," said the security guard. I thanked them both and left.

I could hear them talking about me as I was leaving. One thing about your past, once you've been a celebrity, it always comes back to bite you in the ass.

Well, I guess my trip was for naught. I was wondering if Kerry would call me back after she received my message? I sure wanted to talk to her in person and apologize for my past.

It was late when I got home so I took a shower and hit the hay. I was tired from all the driving but had to be at mom's for Thanksgiving dinner the next day.

When I arrived, even though I wasn't in the mood, I promised my mom I would attend. Not seeing Kerry really bugged me.

As I entered the hall my mom came up to me and told me she had a surprise for me; she had someone she wanted me to meet. Ever since my last divorce, (my wife left me when I could no longer play ball), my mom tries to fix me up with dates she approves of. Usually it makes me laugh but today my thoughts were elsewhere.

"Mom, I know you mean well but I'm not looking for a woman to date right now. I'm actually trying to get my act together." I was an only child and I guess I had hurt my family enough with two failed marriages and no grandchildren.

"This isn't a date, it's an old friend I invited to dinner. She said she talked to you last week."

I immediately thought of Kathy. My mom pointed toward a man and woman. Kathy and her husband Jim came over and we greeted each other. She said she remembered where my parents lived and stopped by to find out where my dealership was and to say hi to them again. While they were talking, mom had invited them over for Thanksgiving dinner.




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"We didn't want to impose on your parents but your mom insisted. It saved me from having to cook for everyone. We did bring some pies," said Kathy as she laughed.

"Who is everyone?" I asked Kathy.

From the doorway in the kitchen I saw a woman walk in. "That would be mom and I," said the woman. "Hi John, it's so good to see you again."

"Kerry, is it really you?" I asked with joyful tears in my eyes.

We met and I gave her the biggest hug possible. I held her and didn't want to let her go. But I knew I had to.

"Kerry, I'm so sorry. I should have been there for you and I wasn't. God, can you ever forgive me?"

She leaned over and took me in her arms again. "It's ok John, you're still my best friend outside of my little sister."

"How did you know about Thanksgiving at mom's house?" I asked.

"I didn't until I arrived with mom at Kathy's house yesterday. She mentioned that your mom invited all of us over and we talked it over and decided to come," replied Kerry.

About that time Claire, Kerry and Kathy's mom came in the room. Kerry and I separated and I said hello to Claire and gave her a hug.

"It's so nice to see you again Mrs. Underwood. It's been a long time since I've seen you and Kerry."

"My, you are one handsome guy," said Claire. "No wonder the women chased after you." She smiled and even though a bit embarrassed I did feel good about the complement."

"So, John, I called the hospital and they said a man was there causing trouble and asking for me." Kerry was smiling. "By any chance you didn't come to see me yesterday, did you?"

"You did go after all," said Kathy with a smile on her face.

"Yeah, I finally got up the courage to go see you but they said you wouldn't be back until Monday and wouldn't even give me your number."

"Thank you for at least trying John. I can't tell you how good it made me feel when I heard you had come to see me," said Kerry.

"God, I can't believe it's you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. I'm so proud of you I could kiss you."

"What's stopping you?" asked Kerry.

I took her in my arms and kissed her very gently. Tears were rolling down my face as well as hers as I hugged the first love of my life.

We all talked for awhile and then sat down to Thanksgiving dinner. Of course mom made sure that Kerry and I sat next to each other. For some reason the food tasted better than ever this year.

Kerry told us about her studying to become a plastic surgeon. She said she was so impressed with her doctors that she wanted to be able to help other people.

Mom asked her if she had a man in her life and I held my breath waiting for the answer.

Claire spoke up and said, "Kerry has dated a number of doctors and other professional people but for some reason never got serious about them."

"Mom," said Kerry. "I'm just waiting for the right man to come along. I just haven't run across him yet." She looked over at me when she said it. It made me wonder if I might still have a chance.

Kathy asked Kerry and I if we would like to take in a movie that evening with her and Jim. I happily accepted and was happy to see that Kerry thought it might be fun also.

Jim drove and Kerry and I sat in the back seat and talked. Kathy would smile at us. I think she was hoping things might just work out between us.

I held her hand during the movie. I don't even remember what we saw. All the time we were there I thought about Kerry and wondered what she might be thinking. After all I had a reputation as a playboy and have spent the last couple of years trying to get my act together.

It just felt so right being with her. I didn't want to lose her again and was trying to figure out what to do next. I felt like a kid on his first date. I didn't want to push it but I wanted Kerry to know I wanted to be more than just friends.

Kerry and I talked on the way back to my mom's. I had left my car there and they had to pick up Claire. We all got out of the car and went into the house. We talked about the movie for a little bit and Claire said it was about time to leave. Claire gave me a hug and said it was nice to see me again.

Jim shook my hand and we said we hoped to see each other again. It was then Kathy pulled me aside. She gave me a hug and said she was glad that her sister and I were back together. 

I was a bit surprised when she told me a secret. Kathy did whisper in my ear

"By the way John, I did have a crush on you back in school but Kerry told me to keep my hands off you. She said someday she would be back. I guess this is that someday," said Kathy as she smiled at me.

It was then I hugged Kerry and asked her. "I want to see you again tomorrow. Would you like to go somewhere? Anywhere, I don't care, I just want to be with you."

"John, I promised mom and Kathy that the three of us would go shopping tomorrow."

"Can I go along?" I asked. I really hated shopping but I wanted to be with Kerry.

"No, I would never put you through that on Black Friday. Besides you told me earlier that you expected to have a good day at the dealership. I'll tell you what. After we get through shopping you and I can go out to dinner. I'll call you when we get done shopping."

"I'd love that." I hugged her again and gave her a light kiss. Damn, I felt good.

Chapter 2

I should tell you a little about my life after Kerry's accident. I was only a kid but seeing how quick life can change I decided to live life to the fullest. In my school years I was somewhat of a daredevil. Anything to do with sports I put my all into. 

When I first went out for football my coach told me I needed to build myself up. I was fast but I needed more upper body strength. I started lifting weights and exercising regularly. I ran three to five miles a day. I wanted to be in top notch shape when playing ball.

I was somewhat tall but not real big. I tried out for quarterback, that's what all the girls seemed to like but my coach said I was more fitted for tight end. That's when I found out the girls didn't care what position you played as long as you were good. 

I played on both offence and defense for our high school. I took chances and played hard. I know it's not right to brag about yourself , but I was good. I made all state and got a number of college offers.

It was then that I really got into the playboy life. I chose a college in California because of the girls there. Besides the college was top notch and I wanted to make it to the pros.

I was chosen for my offensive abilities. I was able to catch the ball in a crowd and I wasn't afraid to use by body to block when necessary. I gave it a hundred and ten percent if there is such a thing.

I became very popular with the ladies. After every game there was a party and I had my share of women. I couldn't believe how easy it was to get laid at these parties. I couldn't keep track of how many women I had bedded down and even shared. To me sex was sex, nothing more.

In my junior year the newspapers and gossip magazines were keeping an eye on me. They were saying that I would probably make it to the pros, which was my goal. Of course that brought more women out of the woodwork.

Practicing, exercise and having sex was pretty much my life. I was lucky I was smart enough to pass my classes. I didn't study anywhere near as hard as I should have.

In my senior year I kind of hooked up with a good looking cheerleader. My hormones took over most of my brain cells and I was half believing that I was almost untouchable when it came to getting in trouble. After all I was a star player on the football team and I knew I had an athletic body.

Sally and I became a regular thing. Everyone was saying we made a great couple. All I knew was if I wanted sex, Sally was always willing and waiting. In fact she told me she was on the pill so I didn't need a condom with her.

We had been going together for a few months and just before the football draft, she told me she was pregnant. She even showed me the test stick that said it was positive. I did like her as a sex partner but I really didn't love her.

I wanted to do what was right and we eloped and went to Las Vegas and got married. I moved out of the dorm and we shared a small apartment. I only had a few months of school left and then hopefully I would be picked in the draft and become a professional football player.

I called my parents and I have to say they were none too happy. I explained about the pregnancy and that I wanted to do right by Sally. I knew it hurt my parents but I told them I did what I felt was morally right.

For the next two months Sally and I lived together. I told her I would take her to meet my parents after graduation. She mentioned I could go with her to meet her parents after the draft. It would be easier to explain the baby and marriage if they knew she would be taken care of.

One evening after coming back from exercising I walked into the apartment. Sally must have been in the bedroom and I heard the phone ring. I reached over to pick it up when Sally must have picked it up at the same time. I heard Sally say hello before I spoke and then heard a man's voice on the other end.

"Are you alone Sally?" he asked.

"Paul, I told you not to call here. Being with you last night was a mistake. I'm a married woman now."

"Are you alone? Can we talk for a few minutes?" Paul asked. I just held onto the phone and listened.

"Yes, I'm alone, John isn't back yet. I just got out of the shower when I heard the phone ring."

"So, I take it you're naked right now?"

"Paul, please, I can't see you anymore. I married John."

"Do you love him?" asked Paul. "You told me yesterday that you still love me while we were doing it."

"John has a future Paul. He'll be making a lot of money and I can have all the things I want. He's good to me. I can learn to love him."

I was surprise at what I was listening to. In the next few minutes I was even more surprised.

"What about you lying to him and telling him you're pregnant? Isn't he going to be a bit surprised that you aren't even showing. How are you going to get around that?"

"I'm going to tell him I had a miscarriage, probably this weekend. Paul I do love you but it just isn't in the cards for us. With John I'll have all the luxuries life has to offer. I'm sorry it didn't work out between us. I have to go now, please don't call me again."

Sally hung up the phone and walked into the living room in her bathrobe. When she saw me holding the phone she became very nervous.

"John, how long have you been home?"

"Long enough to answer the phone and listen to your conversation with Paul."

"John it was a mistake, I don't love Paul. It's you I love." She started to come to me.

"Forget it Sally! I married you to do right by you and you're not even pregnant. You played me for a fool. I'm going tomorrow and get an annulment. You can't tell me that you didn't coerce me to marry you under false pretenses, saying you were pregnant with my child."

"I'm sorry John, can't we at least try?"

"Try what? You lie to me then you turn around and sleep with your old boyfriend and try lying to me again. Sally, you have some real problems and ought to seek some professional help. As for me, I want nothing to do with you. I would like to know who the pregnancy test did belong to. You owe me that much."

"It was Mary Lucas. She went and had an abortion after she found out. I just took her test strip after she left the ladies room. I really didn't mean to hurt you John."

"Well you did. I'm moving back to my old dorm. You can have the apartment. The rent is paid till the end of the month."

"What am I supposed to tell my friends?"

"Try telling the truth if you have it in you. You're a conniving bitch and all you want is to use people. Maybe you should call your boyfriend Paul and tell him your ass is back on the market. By the way; tell him if I ever see him I going to kick his ass. He fucked with the wrong guy."

I walked out of the apartment a very bitter person. I didn't like being used. I was able to get the annulment and moved back in with my buddies. I only had a couple of months of college remaining.

Sally just told her friends that it didn't work out between us. Rumor has it she went back with Paul. What a wimp fucker. I did see him one time on campus but he ran as soon as he saw me. If he stayed with a bitch like Sally, he would have more problems than me to worry about.

I called home and told my mom the whole story. She was happy that it was over. I remember her telling me that the right woman was out there and I would meet her someday. I really loved my mom but she had no idea the kind of life I lead.

I'll tell you a little about my second marriage and then tell you more about Kerry and me. Maybe someday I'll write a story about my sexual encounters, even those that didn't make the gossip magazines.

****

I did get drafted as a tight end on a west coast team. It was kind of my dream come true to make the pros. I was to be a back up offensive end until the starting end at my position got hurt in the first game. I was thrust into my first game. I was all jitters and ran into the huddle.

We've practiced these plays a thousand times but being in the game was a whole lot different. I looked at the defensive end and he had a mean grin on his face as to say, "Boy, I'm going to take you out."

I stared back and sidestepped him on the first play and the quarterback threw me the ball. I caught it and held on to it as I got tackled after a huge gain. I was now a pro ball player who made his first play. Two downs later I ran into the end zone as a decoy. The play got messed up and the quarterback threw me the ball. "Touchdown!" was all I could hear.

When I went to the sidelines I had to go behind the bench and throw-up. The other players laughed at me but my nerves got the better part of me.

I was now running with a whole new crowd. Models, movie starlets and other entertainers. The gossip magazines called me the playboy and eligible bachelor. There was something that I began to notice. Movie and television stars loved to be with athletes. 

I dated a number of women in the entertainment field. I can say the sex was easier to get then it was in college. They say a sailor has a woman in every port. I can assure you that an athlete can have a woman in every state and city he visits.

I have to say that I had all the sex I could want. I was actually at a point where I wished I could find someone I could love. Sex is always good but I always felt like something was missing. The cuddling and aftermath of sex wasn't there. I hate to say it but after the sex, I wanted to leave.

I was becoming more and more of a known athlete. The sports magazines talked about me as well as the newspapers. My mom was always calling me and telling me how happy she was for me and kept a scrapbook of my athletic achievements. I will say she never kept articles on my sexual escapades. I was really happy about that.

I went to a Hollywood party and met Laura. She was an up and coming star. She was doing a lot of bit parts at the time. We hit it off pretty good and became somewhat of a couple. I liked the idea of being with just one woman. I really didn't trust women anymore and I figured they all wanted something. I guess guys are pretty much the same. Everyone seems to have an ulterior motive for their actions.

Our relationship was really working out well. Whenever both of us were in town we hooked up. One day she asked me if I wanted to get married. I was a bit surprised and did wonder why. We both were making decent bucks and of course if we got married there would be a pre nuptial agreement.

"You're not pregnant are you?" I asked thinking about the trick Sally pulled on me years before.

"No, it's just that we're good together and I like being with you. I feel I love you and believe you love me too, but the word 'love' is so overused. Besides, I'm not getting any younger," she smiled at me.

She was twenty five at the time so I thought that was quite funny. "Ok, let's do it. You go ahead and set it up and I'll help with the expenses."

I called my parents and told them about the wedding. They said they would fly out to California to attend. My parents were the only family members to attend. The wedding was huge. We had hundreds of people attend and most were either athletes or in the entertainment field. It was way more than I wanted but I told Laura to do her thing. Her parents ended up paying for most of it.

We did get married in the off season so we had time for a honeymoon. Of course the gossip magazines and the paparazzi were having a field day.

As I mentioned most everyone had an ulterior motive for their actions. I did find out that Laura did care for me but her agent said that marrying me would be great for her image. Every time I did something good on the playing field it would make the papers and she got more screen time.

She never said much about it but she loved the parties and being in the magazines. As for me I was at a point where I would prefer a much more private life.

Our life didn't change much after being married. One of us was usually gone - me having a game or her on location for an acting part. We got together as often as we could but it wasn't much of a family life.

Another problem I was having was trust issues. Probably because the gossip papers were always writing about Laura and her parts in shows with different leading men. I was true to her since the day we got married and she told me she was also true to me.

It's just hard being away from her and watching her supposedly making love on the TV or big screen to other men. She always told me it was acting and she would never cheat on me.

Then one day my world fell apart. I had just caught a pass and was running down field when I was hit by two defenders coming from different directions. They both hit my leg and down I went. I was in total pain. I saw my leg was bent in a direction it shouldn't have been.

I was carried off the field and taken to the hospital. I was given drugs for the pain and was out for two days. The last thing I remember hearing was that my leg and kneecap were shattered.

When I did awaken the doctor told me that I had three sets of pins holding my leg together. He also replaced my kneecap.

"John, I won't pull any punches. Your leg was shattered and we were lucky to even save it. The good news is we were able to save your leg and with a lot of therapy, you should walk fairly normally again. The bad news is your football career is at an end. I'm very sorry. You were one of the best ends I have ever seen."

Laura had come in to see me. She cried when I told her my football career was over. She seemed almost lost and didn't know what to say. The doctors told me I would be in the hospital for about a month and would be starting physical therapy as soon as the swelling went down.

It would just start with me trying to bend my legs. It would be a few months before I could even walk with crutches. I wasn't to put any weight on my leg.

Laura came by each week to see me. She was in a TV show that was being filmed out of town. After about three weeks she gave me the sad news. She thought it would be best if we each went our own ways.

It really wasn't a surprise - I could see the handwriting on the wall. There wasn't much more I could do for her acting career and she sure didn't want to be taking care of me.

I was both mad and hurt but I just let her go. Yelling and screaming at this point wouldn't solve anything. I needed a plan on what I was going to do with my life outside of football.

Something I would like to mention here. I cried night after night while I was in the hospital. The odd part was I think I was crying for Kerry. I kept picturing the image of her in the wrapped face mask and realizing that she had broken both legs. I wasn't there for her and I wondered how she might have felt.




The Mask



I received thousands of cards from fans and well wishers. Reading many of those help me get through the surgeries and healing process. It's good to know there are people thinking and praying for you.

****

To cut a long story short, we did get a dissolution of our marriage. We divided what few assets we had. It was just comprised of our furniture. We both had our own savings and credit cards. With our pre nuptial agreement we both left with what we brought into the marriage.

My mom and dad flew out west and we rented a truck and drove my belongings back to Ohio. I lived with them for the next six months till I was able to walk on crutches.

I leased a town house that was handicap accessible. I wanted to be able to take care of myself as much as possible.

The team owners bought out my contract. I had a sizeable amount of money besides what I had saved. I did wonder what I was going to do. All I ever knew was football.

My dad told me about a car dealership where the owner had passed away and the wife wanted to get out from underneath the business. It was a reputable business that had always made money. My Aunt, who was my dad's sister, ran the office of the business.

"Dad, I don't know anything about running a dealership. I did get a business degree but this is a pretty big step."

"Your Aunt Thelma knows this business backwards. I know she'll help you out all she can. She and the other employees are worried about losing their jobs. Mrs. Thomas is talking about closing the doors at the end of the month if she's unable to sell it."

"So, you think I can do this Dad?"

"I know you can. I had my lawyers look at the paper work and it's a good deal. It will also be good for you to get back to working and making a future for yourself."

I bought the business and talked to my Aunt Thelma. She was so happy and said she would help me with everything she could. I asked her to call a meeting of the employees so I could talk to them. There were eighteen at the time.

At the meeting, before I could even speak I was getting questions. "Are we all getting pink slips?"

"Please, listen to me and then we will answer your concerns. My name is John Taylor and I bought this dealership. At the present time, no one is being let go. I played football so I will use sports terminology.

"It takes everyone on a team to make it work. Every position is important. A quarterback can't throw a ball if he doesn't have a receiver. A running back can't gain any yards if he doesn't have someone blocking for him. We had managers, coaches and statisticians to keep track of the records. It's the same with this dealership.

"I don't care if you are a salesperson, a secretary, the mechanic or the janitor. To make this dealership work we all have to do our part. No one person is any more important than another. If you don't want to be part of the team then you are welcome to leave."

"Most of you know that Thelma is my aunt. She will also be my right hand woman!" That made them laugh.

"As far as your continuity of service which your vacation and seniority is based on, it will not change. For the time being all salaries will stay the same till we see exactly how things are going. I am hoping to add a few more people to the sales staff and also the garage.

"I want this dealership to be built on 'Honesty' and 'Integrity'. We will price our vehicles fairly and our customer service will be our top priority. I want your ideas and input. I'm not interested in gossip but I do like good ideas. So for those who intend on staying. Welcome to 'John Taylor's New and Pre-owned vehicle dealership.'"

"If you intend on leaving please let Thelma know at the end of the meeting."

After my little speech the employees seemed pretty happy. Thelma did say two salesmen were leaving. They had already applied for jobs at other dealerships. We let them go that day.

In the last three years we built up our dealership. We now have twenty-five employees and thinking of adding more. Thelma's son Ben is an expert on the computer and he put us on line. We can now buy and sell cars anywhere in the continental United States. If our customer wants a specific vehicle, we can find it for them. 

I'm also able to walk fairly normally now. I joined an exercise club to keep in shape and to keep my leg built up.

I've had a lot of my old friends and teammates come and see me. Many have bought vehicles and have even signed autographs for our customers. 

Because of my parents and my positive attitude, life is good.

I was somewhat out of the dating game except for my mom trying to fix me up. I know she means well and just try and go along. What I really want is someone I can trust and love. Someone I can start a family with.

Chapter 3

I was working on Friday after Thanksgiving and our dealership was really busy. It had been a good day for us. Thelma came into my office and told me I had a visitor. She was smiling at me as I went to see who it was. There stood Kerry as pretty as ever.

"Hi John, hope I'm not intruding. Mom wanted to see your dealership so she and Kathy are looking around at vehicles. Kathy and Jim are looking for something more reliable for her. The vehicle she has now doesn't start half the time."

"I should have my garage look at it for her. I wouldn't want her breaking down somewhere."

"I'll mention it to her. We are using my car right now. Mom and Kathy are thinking of going home from here and we figured you might take me home later. We are still going to dinner aren't we?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

We went and talked to Clair and Kathy for a few minutes and then they left. Thelma suggested I go ahead and leave and she would close up shop for me. Her son Ben was there with her.

We went out to dinner and talked about our past. I mentioned to her how beautiful she was and she reminded me that beauty was only skin deep but she appreciated the complement.

"Believe me when I say your beauty is much more then skin deep, Kerry. You're the nicest and most beautiful woman I know and it's all the way down to your soul. You've overcome so many obstacles and now you are helping others."

"Thank you John, I can't tell you how good that makes me feel."

We went to a lounge and danced a little. I told her I could only do the slow ones. It was so nice just holding her close with my arms around her. I kissed her lightly and then she looked at me. She didn't say anything but I could tell she sure was thinking about something.

After a couple of more dances she said she had better get back to Kathy's before someone thought that that I had kidnapped her. She had no idea how I wished I could. She affected me like no other woman has in such a short time. Of course knowing her from so long ago had a lot to do with it.

I walked her to the door and kissed her again, only this time with more passion. I still didn't want to push it and possibly scare her away.

"Kerry, please go out with me tomorrow. Sunday you will be going home and I want to spend as much time with you as I can."

"What do you want to do? Where do you want to go?" asked Kerry.

"I'll leave it totally up to you. I'll be by to pick you up at noon. I need to stop in at the office for a couple of hours in the morning."

I didn't give her time to answer as I kissed her again and she kissed me back before going into the house.

I stopped by to pick her up at noon and Kathy invited me in. She said Kerry would be ready in a minute. She told me that Kerry mentioned to her not to expect her back early, that we had a full day planned.

"John, she really cares for you, I've never seen her so happy to be with someone. Please don't hurt her," said Kathy.

"I truly care for her too. She is the last person I would ever hurt. She means too much to me. I let her go once and because of you I have a second chance. The last thing I want to do is mess it up."

About that time Kerry came out of the bedroom dressed in a nice blouse and skirt. Her hair was down around her shoulders. Before this her hair was always up higher. She looked good either way but more sexy with her hair down.

"So, are you ready to make a day of it?" asked Kerry.

Claire came into the room with a smile on her face. "You two have a nice day. Too bad we have to leave tomorrow."

"Mom," said Kerry. "I told you I would think about moving back here. Right now I just want to enjoy the day with an old friend," replied Kerry.

She kissed her mother and sister and told them not to wait up. Of course it put a smile on their face. I just hoped what it was because of what I was thinking.

As we got into my car I asked Kerry what she had planned. She mentioned she wanted to ride through our old neighborhood where we grew up, which we did. There were a lot of changes but some of the old businesses were still there, including the park we used to play in.

We stopped and I pushed Kerry on the swings. It was a bit cold but we were having fun reminiscing. We even went into a couple of stores and looked around. She asked me if I had bought my parents something for Christmas and when I said no, she told me to head over to the mall.

"We're not going to shop all day. I just want to help you pick up something nice for your parents, and of course for your Aunt Thelma."

As we walked by the jewelry store I saw her looking at the rings. It gave me ideas. We did buy my mom a nice necklace as well as one for my aunt. Kerry suggested a nice watch for my father which I bought. As I had them gift wrapped and was paying for them I watched as Kerry went back over and looked at the earrings and rings.

After we finished with our little bit of shopping Kerry said she wanted to see where I lived and then we could go out for lunch. She was so much fun to be with.

"You want to see my apartment?" I asked.

"Yes, it's clean isn't it?" she said with a smile.

"I guess so. I don't spend a lot of time there. Just sleep and watch a little TV."

When we got there Kerry looked at me but it looked like she was thinking about something. I wish I knew what it was. We walked in and the place didn't look to bad. I only had the living room, kitchen, two bedrooms and a bath. Mom helped me decorate the place when I first moved in.

I showed Kerry the apartment and when we got to the bedroom she looked at me. I actually thought she was going to say something about me not making my bed.

Instead she said, "John, I want you to make love to me. If you don't want to that's ok..." I stopped her right there.

"Kerry, there is nothing I want more in this world," I said as I kissed her gently.

"So I guess it's all up to you now. Just remember I'm not a bimbo or a groupie but I really do care for my first love. I've wanted to be with you ever since I saw you at your mother's."

"After two messed up marriages and a career ending injury, you still want to be with me?" I asked Kerry.

"I figure we could give it a shot. You just need a woman who really knows you, doesn't take your shit, and won't let you get away with everything," she smiled at me. "Most of all you need a woman who understands and loves you. But, you need to love said woman in return."

"Kerry, I know you don't believe me but I really do love you and always have. It's just that I hurt inside ever since I saw you in the hospital so many years ago. I've always had trouble dealing with it," I replied.

"Well we can forget about the past for now and enjoy being together. No commitments from either of us right now. Let's take this one step at a time," replied Kerry.

I began to slowly undress Kerry beginning with her blouse and laying it on the chair. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall. All she had on was her bra and panties.

I began to unbutton my shirt and she slapped my hands and smiled, then continued to finish undoing my shirt and helping me take it off. I unbuckled my belt and she undid the clasp on my trousers and I let them fall to the floor next to her skirt.

She undid her bra and threw it over to the chair and then got on the bed. I picked up our clothes and set them on the chair before joining her. We started by kissing and me gently rubbing her breasts. I kissed her neck and worked my way down to her breasts, sucking on one and then the other getting her nipples hard.

While kissing further down her body I put my hand over her mound and squeezed gently. I could feel the moisture forming on her panties. I worked my way down to her tummy and lightly licked below her belly button.

"God, John, that feels so good."

I lowered myself on the bed and got between her legs and removed her damp panties. I saw her close her eyes as I lowered my mouth to her mound. It was covered with light brown hair and trimmed very neatly. I rubbed my face all over it. It felt so good, and I could feel her getting wet as I lowered my mouth to her pussy.

She lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders as I began to tongue fuck her pussy. I sucked and kissed her nub over and over again. She was pushing her pussy up wanting even more as I heard her making the noises of love.

I wanted to take my time with Kerry but it wasn't easy. I wanted her so bad. I managed to finally tongue fuck her to a small orgasm as I sucked and sucked on her pussy.

I got up and slipped off my briefs. I didn't want to kill the moment but I needed to know if she wanted me to wear a condom. I hadn't been with a woman for over six months.

I think she saw my dilemma and said, "John, I'm on the pill so I'll leave it up to you. I can guarantee you that I'm clean. Just take it easy at first, I'm not that experienced." I knew she knew a lot of my past, the whole world knew.

I slowly rubbed my cockhead up and down her wet slit. It was making both of us hotter and hotter. She actually brought her hand down and separated her vaginal lips for me to push my cock into her. I started with just the head of my cock and it felt so warm inside of her.

I pushed deeper and deeper till my whole cock was buried in here. We began a slow rhythm and before long we were fucking like bunnies.

"John, John, John," she kept repeating my name. "So good, oh it feels so good. Please fuck me John. Please never stop."

I couldn't hold out any longer as I pushed in hard and came for what seemed like hours but I knew it was only about a half minute. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she began a large climax.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck me, I'm coming, I'm coming."

She put her legs down but I still felt her pussy pulsate around my cock. I lay across her but held my weight up with my arms. When the pulsating stopped, I kissed her long and hard. She had pulled me down to her and had her arms around my neck kissing me back.

I rolled off of her and lay on my side and looked at her. She was the woman I had always loved and now I was sure of it. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

We talked and I rubbed her breasts and tummy. She told me she liked it. I asked her what was next on the agenda and she said she was hungry but didn't want to go out. She wanted to just be there with me.

I got up and took a quick shower and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I took one of my long shirts and gave it to Kerry. She took a shower and slipped it on. While she showered I ordered some Chinese food to be delivered.

When the food arrived Kerry and I set up TV trays, ate dinner and watched some football on TV. After we rested and ate we had pretty much a repeat performance of what we did earlier.

I wanted her to spend the night but she said she needed to get back to Kathy's since she was leaving in the morning. I felt sad when I had to take her home. I honestly didn't want her to leave.

"Kerry, I'm going to come and see you every weekend. I'll be there late every Friday night or Saturday morning. I'm not going to lose you again."

I was true to my word and for the next two weekends I went to see Kerry. It was a long drive but was worth it. It was funny how her mother always seemed to have plans on Saturday and saying she wouldn't be home till Sunday. She went to see her sister.

I believe she wanted to see Kerry and me together also. She told me she has never seen Kerry happier than she has been since Thanksgiving.

The following week I got a call from Kerry. She told me not to come because she had to leave town on business. It bothered me a bit till she told me that she and her mom would be coming to see Kathy for Christmas.

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Mom had talked to Claire and invited her whole family over for Christmas dinner. That would be Kathy and Jim, Claire and of course Kerry.

Since Christmas was on a Saturday this year I let all my employees off for Christmas Eve. On Thursday we had a luncheon for all the employees. I gave them Christmas bonuses and of course Aunt Thelma received her necklace.

I was feeling good and made a trip over to the mall to get something special for Kerry. I bought her the earrings and then decided to by the rings she was looking at. I just hoped it wouldn't be too soon.

Mom and dad loved their gifts. For some reason they figured that Kerry had something to do with me buying the gifts. I went back home and told mom that I would be back later for dinner.

When I arrived back at mom's in the afternoon Kerry had just pulled up. Claire, Kathy and Jim were with them. I had driven over a great looking used car that was recently traded in. I had my mechanics look it over. I was going to give it to Kathy and Jim if they wanted it.

"Nice wheels," said Kathy when she got out of Kerry's car. "Ours didn't start again. We need to bring it to your shop. We weren't going to let it ruin Christmas. We have a surprise for everyone."

"Mom and I have a surprise too," said Kerry as she openly came over and kissed me.

"Well I might have a surprise or two myself," I replied.

We all laughed as we went into mom and dad's house. Everyone was talking about their different gifts and mom showed Kerry the necklace I had bought her. Kerry smiled at mom.

Dinner was ready and we all sat down to eat. It was a great meal. No one cooks as good as my mom. We had both ham and turkey with all the extras. Kerry, Kathy, Claire and even I helped clean up the dishes. We put the food aside knowing everyone would want to munch on it later.

We were all sitting in the living room when I said, "Ok, what are all these surprises everyone has?"

"You go first," said Kerry, " Since you brought it up."

"Ok, but I'll only do one right now," I said as I handed Kerry a small wrapped package. "Merry Christmas Kerry."

Everyone looked wondering if it might be an engagement ring. Kerry opened it and saw the diamond earrings she looked at while we were shopping. I wasn't sure if she was happy or disappointed.

She had tears in her eyes when she thanked me. She leaned over and gave me a kiss. Everyone else said the earrings were beautiful but I do believe they expected a ring.

"Ok, whose surprise is next?" I asked.

"I'll go next," replied Kathy. "Mom and Kerry already know but Jim and I are going to have a baby in about six months. We're so happy."

Of course everyone was happy for them and my mom gave Kathy a hug.

"Your turn Kerry, what's your surprise?" I asked.

"Last week I told you I had a business meeting. I came to Ohio last week on a job interview. Mom and I are moving back here and I accepted a position at the hospital."

Claire said, "I wanted to be close to Kathy and my new grandbaby when it's born. Kerry said she would find a hospital to work in here. She wanted to move back also."

"My turn again," I said. "Kathy, Jim, that car I drove here in, is a gift from me to you. It's a used or 'pre-owned' vehicle, but I had the mechanics look it over. It's a good vehicle." I laughed.

"What? You're giving us a car?" said Kathy.




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"It's for what you did for me bringing Kerry and me back together. Besides I can't have my new sister and her baby riding around in a clunker."

"Sister!" said Kerry. She had caught on to what I said.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the ring. "This is the rest of your Christmas present if you want it. It matches the earrings. Kerry, I love you and don't want to lose you. They say the third time is a charm. Will you marry me?" I know I had tears in my eyes.

Kerry stared at me for what seemed like a very long time but was only seconds. "Of course I will marry you. You're the deciding factor on why I'm moving back here. I love you John and I don't care who knows it." She kissed me and everyone was smiling and clapping.

Kerry and Claire moved back to Ohio in January. I rented a truck to help them haul all their furnishings. I did go to Pennsylvania to bring in the New Year with Kerry. What a way to start off a new year!

Kerry started her new position and we found an apartment for her mom near where Kathy and Jim lived. For now Kerry moved in with me.

We planned a small wedding and got married in February. I didn't want to wait any longer. We told everyone at the wedding that we have been friends forever and that we planned on getting married when we were just kids. Now we are back trying to decide on whether we are going to have two or three kids. We both agreed we would leave it up to God. Kerry is now off the pill.

Life is good! Especially when you have found your true love again!

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Thank you for reading my story

Your comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



The Mask



She couldn't believe she had let her sister talk her into this. She was the older one, the one who was suppose to know better, but did she take that into consideration as Carrie-Anne dared her? Nope.

"This way," a harsh whisper said as a window was slowly opened. "It's not even locked, come on Randy." the whisper giggled.

"Don't call me Randy," she whispered back as she followed her sister into the window. 

The room was dark, except for a light glow coming from what she assumed was a fire place. She heard a noise and backed into the velvet curtains that protected the window the girls had just sneaked through. 

She blinked her eyes to become accustomed to the low light, then looked around for her sister. Nothing moved in the room. She stood there for a couple minutes, her hands hanging on to the curtain, as if that material would protect her, or make her invisible.

"Carrie-Anne?" she whispered. "Where are you?" she slowly moved into the room, glancing right from left. Slowly she gasped when she realized she was in a massive library. The ceiling was at least 20 feet high, and the room was lined with books. She loved to read, although her mother and sisters deemed it unladylike. 

She momentarily forgot about her sister and ran her hand along a wall of books. She wanted to find a light and start reading. Slowly she turned around, as if coming to her senses. She still saw no sign of her sister.

"Carrie-Anne.. where are you?" she whispered, as she started to move in the other direction, closer to the fireplace. It was then she realized that the glow of the room came from the fireplace. Carrie-Anne had said this house was abandoned. That no one had lived here for years. If no one lived here, why was there a fire burning. Why was there no dust on the book cases? 

"Carrie-Anne," she moaned. They had just broken into someone's house. She turned sharply back towards the window. She screamed as a loud crash came behind her. She turned sharply, and saw a broken vase which must have been on the table beside her.

She held her hands over her mouth, and looked around franticly. She had broken into a house, broke what could have been a price-less vase, and screamed. She turned again to run towards the window, but fell back when she hit something or someone.

She whimpered as she landed on her ass. Slow she looked up, hoping she had just run into a wall. It wasn't a wall, but a man. A very dark man staring down at her. She moved to back up, but gasped as she cut her hand on a piece of the vase. 

She slowly brought her hand up to her breast, protecting it, while never taking her eyes off the man. She had never been so scared in her life. Why did she let Carrie-Anne talk her into this, and where was Carrie-Anne? Had this man already found her. Maybe killed her.

Slowly the man tilted his head, then knelled down. She let out a gasp as she realized he didn't' have a face. She blinked, then realized he had a face, but was wearing a dark mask. She once again tried to move back, but stopped when she felt more piece of the vase dig into her.

"Well, well, well," the deep voice of the man said, as he continued to stare at her. "What have we here?" He reached out and touched the girls face. It had been so long since he had touched a female. He let his fingers linger on her face, then run them down over her lips, which were open in a little gasp. He felt the girl tremble at his touch, it made him mad. Once women had thrown themselves at his feet, and now they trembled in fear.

He slowly stood up, then reached down and grabbed her arm and yanked her up, right against him. She let out a little cry as his arm came around her and held her against his body. He wanted her. He didn't give a shit who she was, why she was here, he just wanted to feel himself between her legs. 

He would have loved to have just thrown her down and pushed himself in her, but he was a gentleman, or was at one point in his life. He took a deep breath, and looked down at her. She glanced up at him, and blinked a couple time, then put her hand on his chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when she gasped and tried to pull away.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered. He blinked and looked at her, wondering what she was sorry for? Breaking into his house? Breaking his things? Or making him want her so bad. "I got blood on you...." the girl looked back up at him with tears in here eyes. 
Blood? he thought, then looked down. Her hand was bleeding. There was blood on his shirt. He took a deep breath. Now this little chit did owe him something. And he was planning on collecting his payment.

Slowly the man started to push her towards the middle of the room. She didn't know what to do. When he grabbed her and pulled her up, she thought for sure he was going to kill her. Then she went and smeared blood all over his fine linen shirt. She knew nice material when she felt it. Which meant this masked man wasn't a servant. But the most likely the master of this manor. She was in deep trouble.

Slowly he continued to back her up, until she fell on to something soft. She felt around, soft velvet, then she realized she had just rubbed her bloody hand over his sofa. She whimpered and looked up at him. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered again. "I got blood...." she held up her hand. The man sighed. He reached down and grabbed her skirt, ripping it. She cried out, her mother was going to kill her. The man took the piece of material that he has ripped off, grabbed her hand and made a make shift bandage to stop the bleeding.

"There," the man said. "Now you will stop bleeding on my things." he spat out the last word. Then turned, and disappeared in to the darkness.

Slowly she sat up, and adjusted her self to sit on the sofa. She then saw his shadow over by the fireplace, with a flash, the fire grew bigger, shining more light in the room. She gasped again, looking around the elegant library. It was bigger then she had first thought. She looked back over at the fire place, above it was a painting of man. He looked to be in his early 20's, and was very good looking. Black hair, a bit on the long side, falling just over his left eye.

She looked away from the painting, then back at the man who stood at the fireplace. She could see that he also had black hair, the same style as the man in the picture. But he was wearing a mask over his face. She could only see his eyes and lips. She slowly licked her lips as she watched him.

He groaned silently as he watched her lick her lips. She still looked scare, but he really couldn't' blame her. After all he was a monster. Every woman who saw him screamed and ran the other way. But this girl had no where to run. He would bet his fortune that no one knew where she was. 

He chuckled as he walked over to the one open window in the room. This is how she must have gotten in, he thought to himself, as he shut it, and locked it. He then looked over to his right, and noticed that door leading to the dining room was open a crack. He looked back at the girl and frowned. 
"Are you here alone?" He asked. The girl sniffed and shook her head. "Who are you with?" He demanded.

"My sister..." she whispered.

"And where is your sister?" He asked.

"I don't know," She said as she started to cry. He frowned, he hated see women cry, and this little slip of a girl was having an odd effect on him. Her eyes seemed to glow as they filled up with tears, her sensuous bottom lip trembled. He silently groaned again as he felt himself harden.

He walked over the the open door and looked into the dark dining room. A room he never used. He didn't see any movement. Slowly he closed the door and locked it. If this sister was around, Henry would find her, and give her the scare of her life. 

"Why are you here?" The man asked as he started to walk back towards her. The girl didn't answer just stared at him. He stopped in front of her, looking down, and frowned. "Answer me." He commanded.

"We..." she sniffed and took a deep breath. She had never been so scared in her life. This man seemed very dangerous, dark and dangerous. He nodded to her to continue. 

"We thought this house was empty..." she said as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. Very lady like, she thought afterwards. She blinked a couple times, then looked back up at the man. Who was just staring at her, waiting for her to continue her story. "Carrie-Anne, my sister, she likes investigating. We thought this house was empty, so we were going to look around. Not steal anything." She added as an after thought.

"How old is your sister?" he asked.

"Twelve."

"And you?"

"Eighteen."

The man almost laughed. "You let a 12-year-old talk you into breaking into a house? That you only thought was empty?" He almost couldn't believe his ears. 

"She's very persuasive." she muttered. 

"You should be old enough to know better," he stated. He almost felt like he should scald her for acting like a child. She wasn't a child. She was old enough to know better. Old enough to be married. He didn't like that thought. He didn't want her to be married. He wanted her to be his. But if she was married, why would her husband let her wander around in the middle of the night.

She was just a young girl, following her little sister out in the middle of the night, while their parents slept down the hall. She was old enough. That's all he needed to know. Slowly he moved and sat down beside her. He breathed in her scent, vanilla. Slowly he lifted up some of her hair and smelt it.

She froze as he sat down beside her. When he lifted up her hair and smelt it, she felt a weird feeling in her stomach. The same feeling she had when he had touched her face. Slowly his hand came up and took her chin, turning her face to face him. She finally looked into his eyes. They were grey and stormy looking. 

He leaned in to kiss her. She had only been kissed once before, a couple months ago at a ball her mother had dragged her too. She had danced with a man, and he had tried to kiss her. It was horrible experience. One she didn't want to repeat, but she might with this unknown man. He watched the reaction in her eyes, he knew she was scared, but curious. He wondered if she had ever been kissed. He hoped not. Slowly he moved in and captured her lips. Only to pull back when she cried out. 

"Ow.." she said as she brought her hand up to her lips. He narrowed his eyes. "The mask.... it's rough..." she said as if trying to explain herself. 

The mask. The only thing stopping this girl from screaming and fainting in his presence. He frowned, he wasn't about to take it off, and he wasn't about to stop kissing her. She would just have to live with it.

He shrugged then grabbed her head, bringing it back to his, as his mouth captured her lips again, forcing them open with his tongue. He ignored her struggled to get away from him. He slowly pushed her down, then brought his hand up to her dress, just over her breast. He lifted his head and looked down at her. 
She was crying again, he could see the indents that the mask had left in her skin. He frowned. He truly had never tried kissing a woman with the mask on before. but there was nothing he could do about it. He moved his hand to rip off her dress, then thought better of it.

"Stand up," he commanded. 

Slowly she turned and got off the sofa. Her hand went to her sore cheeks. She had enjoyed the kiss, even with the pain of the mask cutting into her. Now she wondered what he was going to do. 

"Turn around," he ordered.

She turned, facing the fireplace. Looking back at the painting of the handsome man. She wondered if there were the same. If so, why was he wearing that mask, when he looked like that. 

She gasped as she felt his fingers at the back of her dress, slowly undoing the buttons. She got that feeling in her stomach again. She knew that he was going to take off her dress. Maybe take off her undergarments too. Then what would he do? She had heard stories from married women about sex, but never figured she would experience it until she was married. She wasn't married. And she knew enough that if this man had sex with her, she would never be married.

"Turn around." he said in a husky voice. She turned around, and his hands came up, his fingers running over her breasts. She gasped as her nipples hardened. He smiled, and slowly pulled her dress down over her breast, to rest at her waist.

His fingers ran over her chemise, then lowered that as well. He then frowned at the corset. He hated these things. He reached over and grabbed a letter opener from the table behind him. He ordered her to turn around again, which she did. then he cut the lacings, and ripped the corset off her.

He muttered something to him self, then turned her back to face him. Her breast were directly in his face. Those perfect globes just waiting for him. His hand came up to cup her right breast. She gasped. He looked up at her. 

She wasn't moving, but she wasn't pulling away. Just standing there with her mouth open a bit, her eyes wide, watching him. Not taking his eyes off her, he leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth. 
She gasped, her hand coming to rest on his head. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt sick and dizzy. A warm feeling was developing between her legs. It was rather frightening, but she didn't want it to stop. 

He moved his mouth to the other breast. Loving the sweet taste of her skin, the feeling of the soft and hardness in his mouth. He moved his arm to her back and pulled her closer to him. He groaned as she started to run her hands through her hair. It had been so long since he has tasted a woman's breasts. Way to long.

Slowly he left the nipple pop out of his mouth, then looked up at her, she looked dazed. Aroused, scared and dazed. He smiled as he stood up. He moved her so her legs were at against the sofa. He gave her a little push, and she fell back.

He leaned down, kissing her gently on the lips, then moved back to her breast, while his hand found their way under her skirt. He ripped her pantaloons off, then felt what he was looking for. 
The soft womanly folds. Slowly he ran his fingers along her outer lips, while his teeth toyed with her nipple. She cried out as he touched her special spot. The one place her mother had told her never to let any man except her husband touch. He was not her husband. She started to panic.

He raised his head slowly as he felt her start to squirm. He first thought she was trying to get closer to his hand, to his touches, but then he realized she was trying to get away. He was close to losing himself, and he was not going to let her get away. 

"Stop it." He ordered.

"Don't..." she whispered. Fear replacing the arousal in her eyes.

He frowned. She stopped moving. His hand cupped her womanly parts and he just stared at her. 

She whimpered. The feeling was so wonderful, so different, she didn't want him to stop. But he wasn't her husband. She was an Earl's daughter. She had to be pure on her wedding night.

"Please... you can't..." she whimpered again.

"Why can't I?" he asked as he licked at her ear, smiling as her felt her shudder with arousal.

"You aren't my husband."

"So?" he said as he looked down at her. 

"I need to be pure for him.. Mama...."

"You get to be pure for me." He said with an evil smile. "I don't care what your future husband thinks. Tonight, you are going to be mine." He moved his hand from her wet pussy, to the bulge between his legs. Slowly he started to unlace his pants.

"Please, Mama told me not to let any man touch me there except my husband.." she pleaded.

"And did she also tell you not to break into houses?" 

She moaned and closed her eyes. He had a point. She did break into his house. She broke his vase, stained his clothes and sofa, and now he was going to have sex with her. And there was nothing she could do. 

She laid there, as she felt his hands on her legs,pushing them apart. She gasped as she felt something warm and wet against her. It took her a moment to realized it was his tongue. And it felt wonderful. 
She ignored the pain of the plaster mask digging into her inner thighs, and just concentrated on the feeling of his tongue, running up and down her slit, playing with her clit. She started to shake. She didn't know what was happening to her. A warm feeling in her stomach, then she arched and let out a cry.

He sat back with a smile as he watched her cum, he could just imagine how that pussy would feel clamping down on his penis. He was ready to find out.

Before she had a chance to come down off her organismic high, he plunged himself in to her. She let out a screams as she felt like someone just stabbed her. The sharp pain insider her felt like nothing she had ever felt before. 

She knew he was over her, not moving. But he was in her. She panted then opened her eyes took into his. He waited until the pain left her eyes. He smiled, kissed her again then slowly started to move in her. 
She gasped at first, the feelings were so odd. She couldn't believe he was in her. That he was moving in her. She closed her eyes, her hand moved to rest on his shoulders. She ran her fingers over his back as she moved in her. 

She then opened her eyes her left hand stopping on his shoulder. He watched her closely, knowing she could feel the scars that covered most of the left side of his body under his shirt. She gasped as he pushed deeper, then continued to touch him gently.

He started to move faster, fucking her deeply with every stroke. The past decade of not having a woman was more then he could take. He didn't ever want to let her go. He pushed deep and grunted, spilling his seed in her. 

She gasped as she felt a warm liquid release in her. She was shocked. 

"Did you pee in me?" she asked.

He grunted and closed his eyes to stop from laughing. It such an innocent comment, that he had to chuckle. He leaned down and kissed her

"No, my little one. That was just my seed."

"Seed?" she frowned. 

"Yes, my man's seed. Sperm, is the correct term. It's how babies are made." He said as he pulled out of her with a moan. He moved to lay beside her on the sofa. She felt her move, a small moan escaped her mouth.

"You will probably be sore for a day or two," he commented. She slowly looked at him. He eyes were closed, and he looked relaxed. She wondered what her looked like under the mask, She had felt his shoulders, well his right shoulder, it felt hard and bumpy, some sort of scar covered it. She wonder if it covered his face took. 
 She leaned over and run her fingers through his hair, he sighed with contentment. She moved her hands close to the back of his head, then back to the top, not wanting him to realize she was going to try to take off the mask.

It has been so long since a woman had touched him, that he was just loving every moment of her hand in his hair. He was so relaxed, and almost happy. He smiled to himself, then his eye opened as he felt air against his face.

He turned and looked at her, her face was white and her eyes open. Her mouth in that little gasp that seemed so attractive only moments ago. She held his mask in her hand was just staring.

He moved and sat up, continuing to look at her, his hair fell in his face, half covering the scars. He blinked and looked at her, waiting for the scream, for the faint. For the cursing and hatred.

She just started. She had managed to catch him off guard, and got the mask off. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it wasn't what she saw. The right side of his face looked like a bad patched work quilt. A scar ran from the tip of his hair line, down to his chin, with a bunch of other little scars over it.. another one ran from his hear to the tip of his eye, then in a V went down to the tip of his lips.




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She could see worse scaring at his neck line, skin all red and bumpy. He must have burned, she thought as she stared. But his face, did someone try to fix it? Did they make it look better or worse. Slowly she closed her mouth and licked her lips. He was still staring at her. 

He sighed, and held out his hand. Slowly she put the mask in it. He then back handed her. She went flying off the sofa, hitting the ground. He threw the mask away, grabbed her arm and dragged her to face him.

She started to cry. She was more afraid of him now, then before.

"Is this what you wanted to see, little one?" He hissed at her. She just looked at him. He raised his hand as if to hit her again. The only thing she could think of doing was wrapping her arms around him and hugging him.

He was caught off guard as she threw herself around him. Her arms came around his neck, her face in his chest. He just stood there, he was so enraged. So used to women screaming when they saw him, that the fact she was hugging him, confused the hell out of him.

She continued to hold on to him. It seemed to be working, so he wouldn't hit her again. Her cheek felt like it was on fire, but she knew she deserved it. He was wearing the mask for a reason, and she once again acted like a child and did what ever she wanted. When her parents found out, then were going to beat her. The thought of it made her start to cry.

The man looked down at the girl, who was now crying. He didn't understand her tears. Was it because he hit her? That he had raped her, taken her virginity? Or that he was so hideously looking.

"Stop," he said as he moved to take her chin in his hand and lifted it up. She looked at him with tear filled eyes. "Why are you crying?"

"My parents are going to kill me..." she whimpered. She was looking at him. His scars didn't seem so shocking at first. She could see the man he was in that painting. He was older now, but still very handsome.

"You are worried about your parents?" He repeated as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had just taken this girls innocents, he was ready to kill her only moments ago, and she wasn't worried about him. She wasn't scared of him. Disgusted by him. He leaned down and kissed her.

She moaned as his lips touch hers. Her hands linked behind his head and she pushed herself against him as he deepened the kiss. Kissing was so much better with out that mask. 

He pulled away as a knock was heard. He slowly turned the left side of his body towards the double doors on the opposite end of the library. 

"My lord," the door opened and a heavy set man with a grizzly beard stuck his head in. "I found a child wandering around the manor..." He man stopped as he saw the girl.

"Thank you, Henry," the man said. "Take her to the kitchen, give her a glass of milk, and let her know her sister will be with her soon."

"Yes, my lord," the servant closed the door.

"Carrie-Anne..." she whispered.

"Yes, it seems your sister has made a bit of nuisance of herself to my servant." He looked down at her.

"I'm sorry." 

The man nodded. He stepped back, reached down and picked up his mask.

"Get dressed. Leave. Never return." He turned and walked over to the fireplace. He paused, put back on the mask, then looked over his shoulder at her. 

He wanted memorized her. Her golden red hair, those big green eyes, perfect breast, tight pussy that his cock fit in so well, it was if god had made her for him. And she wasn't scared or disgusted by him.

He signed as he watched her try to get herself dressed. He would keep if he could, but someone would come looking for her. Her sister or parents. Ten years ago any parents would have allowed him to have their daughter, but not now.

He tore his eyes away from her, pressed a hidden button on the mantel, and a secret panel opened. He looked once more at her, then disappeared in to darkness.

"Can you please do my dress back up?" she asked as she turned to where he was standing. But he was gone. She looked around, both doors were closed. She would have heard them open. 

Slowly she held together her dress behind her, and moved towards the double doors. She looked around, looking for him, but found no one. She left the library, and walked down the hall, hoping to find the kitchen.

She heard her sister laughing and moved towards the sounds. She walked into the kitchen, and found Carrie-Anne sitting with a glass of milk and some cookies. The servant, Henry as the Master of the house had called him, was telling her a story.

"My lady," he said as she saw her. 

"Carrie-Anne, it's time to go." She said. "Help me with my dress."

"Why did you take your dress off?" the young girl asked as she moved around her sister to do up the buttons. She just stared at the servant, not even paying attention to what her sister was say. 

"Let's go home." She said once Carrie-Anne had done up the dress.

"Okay, Miranda. Bye Henry."

"Good bye, child. My lady." Henry bowed as the two young girls left through the back door.