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Ordinary

By: wildpink



Ordinary. Own thought the hotel room looked too ordinary. Everything was pretty much ordinary. He paced the length of the room, back again. It was Ken's eyes. Own sighed and plopped down on the bed, his feet swinging over the floor. Ken's hair. Ken's laugh. It was the way his muscles moved under a sweaty shirt. It was the way he concentrated so hard when he cleaned his claws. Thinking about those things, about Ken, it made everything else just too ordinary. Own let himself fall over backwards. 

He closed his eyes, and let his mouth fall open, his little tongue darting out, as if he were kissing someone. He whimpered into the fantasy and reached his arms up to hug empty air, but in his mind, it was Ken's hair he was running his hands through, Ken's hips pressing against his, Ken's knee pushing his legs apart. It was Ken's voice telling him to relax, that it might hurt, but that he loved him. Loved him, Own sighed and opened his eyes, sitting up abruptly. His nose just about ran into a white tee-shirt, and the hard muscle underneath. 

Eyes followed up to find Ken looking down at him, a rather... angry look on his face. "Dreaming of a girl, Own? We are on a mission."

"Uh," Own began, then bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Ken-kun. I was just daydreaming, ne?"

"Daydreaming," Ken said, his eyes falling shut. "Well, don't. Not where I can see it."

"Why?" Own gave him a shove as he jumped up off the bed. "You know I don't day dream of girls. Is it so icky to you that I might be thinking of boys? Ken-kun, does that bother you?" 

There was a quiet desperation in the question that Ken didn't understand. Then his tired mind thought the question through again. Likes. Boys. Ken swallowed, looking at his teammate. Skinny, sometimes lost boy, but it made a tightness in his chest. His hand almost raised to reach out to brush soft brown hair away from Own's face. Instead, both hands turned to fists and he turned away. "Yeah. That bother's me. Don't day dream about some boy in front of me either."

"Yeah? Well! You weren't here! I was alone, just me and my dream lover. So like, I wouldn't do it again, okay? What do you care anyway? Uh?" Own's chin dropped to his chest. He'd trade a lot for ordinary back, not that the whole world had turned to ashes. "I'm sorry, Ken-kun"

The sound of Own stepping backwards away from him made his chest hurt more now. He spun around on the boy, fists really clenched now. "Do you want to know? Do you want to know why I care about you day dreaming about some boy?"

Own's eyes went even larger. Ken was really angry. "Yeah, why?"

It took Ken one stride to get to Own, and he didn't even let himself think about it. One arm went around Own's back, the other hand went into his hair, combing it away from his face. "Because I don't want anyone else to do this."

"Wha," Own started, but Ken's lips cut him off, sealing their worlds. Ken's tongue slipped into his mouth, chasing his, touching him every where. Own's knees went weak as he gave himself to the kiss. 

When the kiss broke, Ken thought about letting him go, pushing him away, because, Own would surely think he'd made a fool of himself, but then his smaller teammate was untucking his shirt, smaller fingers gliding over his skin. "No," Own whispered, looking up at him bold. "Take me. You were the one in my dream. Be with me now."

Ken blinked, grabbing Own's hand and kissing the palm. "You were daydreaming about kissing me?" He grinned a little crooked. 

Own nodded. "Every time we go out, I'm afraid that I wouldn't get to do this. That one of us will get killed. Ken-kun, do you want me?"

Ken's cock ached an answer to that question, but he caught Own's chin, holding the smaller boy's face so he could look in his eyes. Death. Such thoughts should never cloud Own's beautiful eyes. It was a fact though. In a couple hours, Arin and David would have found their target, and they'd be 'working'. "You want me to make love you? Are you a virgin?"

Nodding, Own unfastened his shorts, then quickly the suspenders, and let them drop. Distress clouded up Ken's face and he clutched his smaller friend to him. "Own, it shouldn't be like this. I should take you to dinner and tell you how beautiful you are. Take you dancing."

Own wiggled a little and looked up. "Ken-kun? Do you think I'm beautiful?"

A smile came back to Ken's dark chocolate eyes. His voice low and husky, "Yes." He ran his hand down Own's back, pressing the shirt to his skin, then jumped to the cotton knit of his briefs. It felt like sacred ground, stolen time. 

Stepping forward, Own pressed a bare leg to Ken's pants, forward more to the leg under the cloth, rocked his hips, rubbing his erection against the bigger man's leg. "Make love to me, Ken-kun. I want you to, please." 

The bed was only a step away and Ken guided Own to it, laying him back. Own was surprisingly lighter than he'd expected him to be, and it took no effort to lift the boy with one arm under his back, scoot him onto the bed. "I'll stop, if you want me too. It can hurt a little. Did you know that?"

"It's not gonna hurt like when I got shot or like some other things and I think it'll feel real good too. I'm tough," Own said, lifting up on his elbows to look in Ken's eyes. A silly smile crept up on his face and he leaned close to kiss Ken again. As their lips meet, Own guiding the kiss this time, his small tongue slipping past Ken's lips, he guided Ken's hand to the front of his underwear, the hard request for his attention there. 

At first Ken's fingers slid over the fabric, then clutched Own through the fabric. Stroking Own's cock, he moaned into the kiss, pressing Own back onto the bed. Smaller fingers pulled at the cloth of Ken's shirt, and he shrugged it off, only breaking the kiss when he had to take the shirt over his head.  Own hooked a leg over Ken's leg, pulling it between his legs, up to rub against his underwear. Ken's hand followed his knee, and soon, his fingers were under the elastic of Own's underwear, feeling the soft wrinkly sac of his balls. "Oh, god, Own, I want you so bad." 

An urgency colored Own's words, "In my bag, with the arrows, there's some oil." 

Ken rolled on top of him, pinning him with his forearms over his shoulders and kissed him again, rocking his hips against him. "And Own, just why are you carrying oil?"

Own blushed, right up to his wild hair. "I, uh, well, so I can think about you!"

The door opened without so much as a knock as Ken was just sliding to reach over the edge of the bed, one of Own's bare legs wrapped around his. The first sign Ken had was when Own wrapped an arm over his bare back and pulled himself into a sitting position. "Hi Arin-kun!"

Ken looked up and swallowed. The red head slowly arched an eyebrow, his face impassive beyond words. "I just came to tell you that we found the target. It will be several hours. Hidaka," Arin said, paused to take a slow breath, then slammed the door shut without another word. 

Own burst into laughter! He reached for Ken's hair, for his shoulder, pulling him closer. "We have hours! Did you hear that?"

"You still wanna do this?" Ken asked, bottle of oil in his hand, a mix of desire, respect, and maybe a little fear in his eyes. 

Nodding, Own scooted closer. "Ken-kun, everything is so ordinary next to you. Do you like me just a little bit? Just cuz it's now, or do you like me a lot?"

Ken knelt between the smaller man's legs and pulled his underwear down. Own kicked them the rest of the way off and while he was doing that, Ken took off his own pants, boxers. "Own. I like you." Ken paused, his face growing tender. "I like you , like if we're both alive tomorrow, you could move into my room, and we could be a couple. Would want that?"

"Oh yes! I'd like that very much!" Own wiggled, one hand sliding to his cock, encircling it. "How do we uh, start?"

"Give me a pillow," Ken said, then gently moved Own's hand and kissed the tip of his cock, slowly taking him into his mouth. Own wiggled even more and Ken laid an arm over his belly to hold him still as he took him all the way into his mouth suckling him. With one hand, he opened the oil and slicked his fingers. He swirled his tongue over Own's head, as he slide one finger into the boy. He hadn't warned him with more than just fingers sliding over the puckery little anus. Own though only moaned, his fingers tangling into Ken's hair. 

He had the second finger into him, when the pillow hit the back of his head, lightly. Own was panting, head tilted back, and Ken gave him no respite, continuing to suckle him, hold his shaft tight in his mouth, rotate those fingers in the boy's sheath. In and out, slowly turning, Own was very relaxed, full of trust and desire. After he had the pillow under him, he withdrew his fingers and coated his own cock with cool oil. 

"Now," Own said, curling up reaching out to him. "Hours don't last so long with David and Arin around."

"I don't want to rush," Ken said, kissing Own's belly. "I want to take my time."

"We don't have any time, Ken-kun. Later," Own said, sitting up and kissing Ken's hair, "I just want you to take me, cuz then I'll know you want me!"

Tears filled Ken's eyes and he kissed Own with all the time they didn't have, a very extraordinary kiss. They kept their eyes locked as Ken positioned himself at Own's opening. "Relax," Ken begged, breathed, soft and warm. 

The ring of muscle though gave easily as Ken entered him, the head opening slowly. Own's fingers touched Ken's cheeks, tracking down the tears. "Joined. We're joined. You wouldn't leave me, Ken-kun?"

Agonizingly slow, Ken sank himself into Own, realizing once he was there, that it was as if he'd slide himself into Own's heart as well, or perhaps encased his heart in Own. "Joined. I wouldn't leave you, ever."

And nothing was ordinary anymore. 

Ordinary Camera Clerk



Have you ever woken up feeling like it would be an unusual day? Me neither, until that Friday morning...

My name is Sam and I'm just your ordinary guy. By ordinary, I mean that I have an ordinary life. I have enough money to live on but want more money to be comfortable with. I have a nice girlfriend but want a sexy woman. I guess you could say I'm the type of guy that always thinks the grass is greener in someone else's pasture.

That Friday I woke up and rolled over to look at Lisa, my girlfriend. She was lying on her back, one hand by her face, the other on top of the sheet. When I saw her flat nipples through the thin white cotton, my cock woke up right along with me. I didn't want to wake her up right away though. I wanted to see how excited I could get her while she slept. 

I moved my finger against the sheet, lightly tracing the outline of her left breast. My cock started talking to me when her nipple started to get hard. I loved watching her smooth breast grow stiff in the center. I grew a little bolder with my finger as I occasionally scratched her nipple through the sheet. I smiled when I saw her expression go from deep sleep to surface dreaming. Her legs started moving a little as her fingers on top of the sheet tightened their grip on the material. My cock was slowly growing as firm as her dark bud against my finger. "Time to wake her up, son!" my cock yelled. I have to admit I agreed. 

I moved my hand to the top of the sheet and carefully lowered it past her beautiful breast. I caught my breath as soon as I saw what I had done to her. The soft smooth skin around her nipple was puckered on the edges. Her nipple was a deep rose color, hard and tight. I closed my lips around it as my hand took hers and moved it to my cock. Her fingers curled around my hardness as she turned on her side. My mouth covered her breast as my tongue slowly moved back and forth against the firm nub. Moving my hand away from her hand on my cock, I slid the back of it against the underside of her breast, down across her stomach and to her wet channel. Spreading my fingers wide to open her lower lips, my middle finger found her clit. Her moans excited me as my finger moved in gentle but firm little circles on her small rigid little shaft. Her free hand pulled my head closer to her breast as her upper leg wrapped around my hip. We stayed like that, her hand stroking my cock as my finger stroked her clit. Her body was tensing and relaxing, a sign I had seen a million times. I knew she was close to an explosion so I placed my thumb on her clit and turned my hand so that I could insert two fingers deep inside. I wanted to feel her come on my fingers ...she didn't disappoint me. 

As her inner muscles started squeezing my fingers, I quickly turned my body so that I could muffle her moans with my cock. She always sucked me the deepest when she was in the throes of passion - her words, not mine. With her head resting on my thigh, her mouth opened and I buried my cock in the warmth of her mouth. Her lips pulled it deeper down her throat as I continued to spread my two fingers open and shut, trying to get to her g-spot while still rubbing her clit with my thumb. I knew I found it when her body tightened. My cock was buried as deep as it could get in her mouth and still she tried to suck me deeper. She was making wonderful groaning sounds against my cock as her pussy gripped my fingers. My free hand gripped her soft ass cheeks and pulled her closer as I came along with her. I couldn't hold her tight enough against me...

When I had the strength, I moved so that I could hold her head against my chest. 

"Sam, that was incredible," Lisa murmured, sounding as if she was going to go back to sleep.

"It sure was, Lisa. A good way to start the day," I smiled, stroking her hair absentmindedly. She curled tighter against me and fell asleep. For a few minutes, I held her, thinking of our life and how sometimes an ordinary day just doesn't have a chance of staying that way...

I walked into the camera shop about 8:30 in the morning. Since I was the first one there, I made the coffee. I moved all those flavored beans out of the way and found the plain but good regular coffee. While it was brewing, I wiped the glass counters clean and thought about my morning with Lisa. I poured myself some java then opened the store for business. 

As I unlocked the front door I looked outside. I watched a car pull into the lot. A man got out and opened the passenger door for a woman and it suddenly hit me. This was not going to be an ordinary day in any way! The woman was gorgeous. The sun shining on her red curly hair took my breath away. The fact that her dress was short enough to show long sexy legs didn't help my breathing any. I waited and watched, hoping that they were coming into the camera shop. I looked up to the heavens and smiled when they moved away from the car and headed in my direction.

Whistling softly, I walked back behind the counter. I was really grateful that I was the only one working this morning. I didn't want to share this woman with anyone. Well, except for the man with her. But hey, I could do a threesome with no problem... I chuckled, wondering where that thought came from. 

I could tell the man knew exactly what he was doing as he led her to my counter. "Excuse me, Sir. My girlfriend and I would like to purchase a Polaroid camera. Unfortunately, we don't exactly know what model we want. Tell him what kind of camera you want to see, Annie."

Annie. Well, if you asked me the name sure fit this woman. She had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She smiled at me as the man moved close behind her. 

"Perhaps the One Step is..."

Her voice made me forget the words ... sexy and sultry. Could a guy ask for anything more? All I could think of to say was "That's a good choice, Miss. Let me just get one for you to see." I turned away, thinking that what I really wanted to say was "Come in the back with me and I'll find one for you." Yeah, I can be a pig sometimes, but this woman was talking to my cock. 

When I turned back around, her friend was standing really close to her. Something told me that his mind was not really on buying a camera. 

"Can you show me how it works?" she asked.

Oh could I, I thought. What I said was "Sure, Miss, let me take a picture of you." 

The flash went off. When the picture developed, I showed it to Annie. She was as surprised as I was to see the excitement in her eyes the photo had captured. At least I could tell she was surprised because she was breathing a little fast. And you know what I wondered? I wondered if I was exciting her as much as she was exciting me. Yeah, I'm a pig and a dreamer. 

The man looked at the photo and said, "Nice photo, Annie." Then he turned to me. "Is there any other model similar to this one that we can see?"

I looked at Annie while I answered him. All I can remember are my last words when I described this other model. "The camera is green with yellow accents and even comes with a tote bag." Boy, did I sound like a geek! But the amazing thing was his comment to her.

"Comes, Annie, did you hear that?"

I couldn't believe it. I mean, it made me wonder what he was doing, standing so close to her. Then it dawned on me. Heck, I don't need a ton of bricks to fall on my head. 

The man turned to me and asked if I could take another picture of Annie with the second camera. I told him I could but that I had to find some film. I turned away from them and looked on the back wall. I figured they were busy and wouldn't notice if I slipped to the back room. I had to. Once there, I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. It was so damn hard! I needed some relief but I wasn't sure I had the time. I could have made myself come real quick. I know that just by thinking of this woman, wondering what her mouth would look like wrapped around my hard shaft ...well, the next thing I knew, my hand was stroking my cock but it was Annie's tongue I was feeling...wait Sam, you can't do this here, I thought. All I'd need is someone to walk back here for coffee and find me with my cock exploding all over the place.

Reluctantly, I put my cock back where it didn't want to go and zipped my jeans back up. I went out and found the film. When I went back to the counter, I was breathing just as quickly as Annie was. I tried to act calm as I loaded the film, all the while wondering what kind of glue this guy used to get himself so attached to Annie. But I'm a professional sales clerk after all. It wasn't my business to know what he was doing to her. Too bad my cock didn't agree.

"Ready, Miss?" I asked as I held the camera up. Even through the camera, she was beautiful. I know I keep saying that but if you could have seen her, I know you'd agree. I took the picture and as I did, something really funny happened. She gave a loud sigh, leaned against the counter on both arms and closed her eyes. "Are you okay, Miss? Would you like some water?" I didn't know what was going on.

The man reached around Annie and took one of her hands in his. Then he told me some cock and bull story about her having the flu. When she opened her eyes, I saw what happened. The flu? Hell, I knew what happened. I could see it in her eyes. Lisa had that same look this morning. He made her come! Right in front of me and I had missed it! Talk about a disappointment. Remember Kevin Kline in a Fish Called Wanda? Remember how he kept yelling "Disappointed!" when things went wrong? Well, that was me...DIS-A-PPOINT-ED!

They decided to buy the first camera I showed them. I leaned down to get a new box from the bottom shelf, and boy, did I wish I had done that earlier. Through the glass, I saw his hand on her pussy. He had lifted her dress and I could see his hand just holding her there. Her thighs were spread and I could tell she wore no panties. His middle finger was lying between her shaved pussy lips. I stood up quickly and handed them the box. I was flustered. I mean, I love sex, as much as anybody, but in a public place like this? How'd he get the nerve? Better question was how did she feel about not wearing panties in public? My inquiring mind just wanted to know...

I rang up the sale. As I handed Annie back her change, the man she was with looked at me and winked. It made me feel like I was in on it with him. They left the store, his arm around her. I would have gone in back again to finish that conversation with my cock if another customer hadn't walked in the door ... I am a professional sales clerk after all. A professional sales clerk who was just not having an ordinary day.

All day, Annie was all I could think about. The way she came and then leaned on my counter. The way his finger looked between those bare lower lips of hers. The way her eyes looked. 

I got home and saw Lisa standing in the kitchen, making dinner. I watched her, smiling at the way her ass looked as she bent down to get a lid for a pan. My cock and me got real excited as I thought about how I just might hide her panties for the whole weekend. Maybe we'd have to go grocery shopping and . . .

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Copyright by Megan Murphy, February 1999. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission from the author. All comments are welcome



Ordinary Couples



Here we were. Two thirty-something couples about to venture into something so totally new and out of character for us. None of us had extensive sexual histories or experiences…more the typical one or two others before meeting our respective spouses. We'd been married for 12 years, Tom and Kristen for 8. We had four kids between us, ranging from 3 to 9, good jobs, community activities, responsibilities, and real lives.

Yet, here we sat, on the verge of something completely out of the ordinary for four exceedingly ordinary people. The conversations we'd had with each other over the past few weeks led us this room, this night, this moment. It was a typical businessman's suite at a downtown hotel. Two non-descript rooms. One with a king-sized bed with the standard polyester floral bedspread, extra pillows and view overlooking what counted for skyline in our small city; the other with a soft, blue padded sofa that I assumed folded out. The rose-colored carpet appeared to be new. The seal on the wet bar had been cracked long ago, supplemented by the two bottles of Domain Chandon, the first of which was nearly empty. 

We were good friends, the four of us. We met 3 years ago when Kristen and Tom moved to town to work at the same company as Karen and I. We instantly clicked with them…similar interests, similar dreams, similar pasts, but different enough to find each other captivating and more than enjoyable to be around. We'd spent many evenings double dating, or having dinner or cookouts with the kids. There was even one semi-disastrous weekend camping in the mountains with all the kids last year…don't ever try to take a couple of 2-year olds on a two-day camping trip without packing in the right toys!

Our journey to this room had started innocently enough. We are a reasonably attractive pair of couples, in decent shape, though not a supermodel among us. Through the last couple of years there were, of course, the standard suggestive conversations, flirtatious innuendos, and gentle teasing that goes along with any close friendship. We'd never seen each other naked, though I know there were a few sneaked peaks when opportunities presented themselves. No one had gone much beyond the New Year's Eve kiss, which seemed to linger just a little longer each year, as we grew closer. 

Karen and I often joked about taking on new partners, and Kristen and Tom were often the unspoken focus behind those conversations. Not that we ever intended to do anything about it…it just helped us tease each other a little before making love. But whenever our talk of sharing each other took on a more serious tone, we both quickly backed away, assuring ourselves that it would never happen. Tom and Kristen, we found out later, had discussed the same things in almost the same way, but had on occasion actually fantasized about us while they made love to each other. 

Behind the scenes, though, there had been some private conversations moving us down the path to this suite tonight. Tom and Karen shared an office. During slow moments they often talked about more personal things. They'd talked about the routines of married life, things that happened during young love that don't happen as often anymore, even some things they wished might happen sometime down the road. They even confessed to a generic desire to experience someone else, though never wanting to cheat on their spouses. 

Meanwhile, Kristen and I spent a week at a conference not long before tonight. Being good friends already, and not knowing many other folks in attendance, we spent a lot of time together. As the week went on, after having three meals a day together, drinks at night, and long soulful conversations, we grew more and more comfortable together, almost feeling like we were an old married couple. As a matter of fact, several of the other conference participants commented on how great it was that a married couple like us could work and travel together. By the end of the week, we weren't even trying to correct those folks. 

During one of our late night bar conversations, I asked Kristen if she'd ever been really tempted to fool around, assuring her that this was not a proposition. She didn't take it as such, but said that of course she'd been attracted to others during the 8 years of her relationship with Tom, but she'd never acted on the impulse or the opportunities. She said that there's no way she could ever cheat, but that if Tom knew and approved, or better yet participated, then that would be entirely different. She smiled at me then, her silvery blue eyes sparkling in the dim bar lights, leaving the possibilities wide open. 

Do you think you and Tom and Karen and I could ever get up the courage to try something like that, I asked. Tom really liked Karen, she said, and he often compared Karen's taller small-breasted figure to her own. It might have been the beer, but I told Kristen that I found her very attractive as well, probably for the very same reasons…the contrast of her larger breasts and smaller, shorter frame with the woman I'd grown so comfortable with. 

We left our conversation in the bar at that, but from time to time after the conference we'd quietly ask each other if we thought it might ever happen, if we'd actually talked about it with Tom or Karen. And indeed, the conversations had begun in earnest in both our homes. I shared the idea with Karen and forced the conversation a bit, letting her know that this was a real possibility. Kristen, one night, told Tom that I would be willing to share Karen if we were all together. Tom and Karen, in turn, began talking among themselves about the possibilities. 

Without the four of us ever talking as a group, we ended up here on the sixth floor with a view of the city and two bottles of California champagne. Tom had jumped at the chance when Kristen brought it up, almost too quickly Kristen later laughed. Karen, at first thinking it was more joking on my part, agreed only after steeling up the nerve to talk it over with Tom in the office. Kristen and I had talked and emailed each other for several days, gauging our own interests and comfort levels, our spouses growing excitement, and then finally, how to make it all happen. In the end, she reserved the room, I arranged for my sister to add our four kids to her three for the night, and we brought the champagne.

And here we sat, softly, nervously talking with our best friends. It was comfortable as it always was when we were together, but the usual small talk thinly shadowed what we knew would or could happen tonight. Karen sat close to me on the sofa, closer than usual. She'd kicked off her sandals, her heels resting on the coffee table. Kristen sat cross-legged at the foot of Tom's chair, her arm resting softly on his thigh. We were all nervous…that much was clear. We needed a push…someone to say the one thing we needed to take us to the next step. 

And that little push came from Karen, my shy and quietly sexy wife. After a long silence spent smiling into our plastic champagne flutes, she quietly said, Are we going to do this or what, guys? Simple words, but just enough to break the tension. 

I suppose you're wondering why I've called all of you here, Tom joked. We all laughed nervously, and Kristen asked how we were supposed to do this. We could just all get naked, Karen suggested, or should we get naked one at a time? How about if we start by Tom and I switching places, I said. And almost instantly, Tom stood up and moved to the couch. I gave Karen's hand a squeeze, exchanged brief soft smiles, and moved to join Kristen on the floor. Tom was clearly stretching his khakis at this point, and I could feel my jeans beginning to tighten as I turned off the overhead light, leaving only the light next to the sofa on.

Tom slipped on to the couch next to Karen, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Karen naturally leaned into him as if she'd been doing this all her life. She took his hand in hers and draped it across her chest. She slowly began sliding her hands up and down his forearm. He leaned in and gently kissed her on the cheek. She closed her eyes. His fingers spread apart and he began softly massaging her belly, gradually sliding his hand up to her small breasts, running his palms over her soft mound, exploring, not yet squeezing. 

I sat down cross-legged across from Kristen, and took her hands in mine. We watched our spouses share a first kiss for a few moments, then looked at each other and smiled. I leaned in and kissed her. Soft, tentative kisses at first. Her tongue curled softly out of her lips, meeting mine. Our tongues danced together for a brief second before she leaned in, opening her mouth completely for me. I let go of one of her hands and my fingers caressed the smooth pale skin of her thigh, squeezing softly, slowly working higher we kissed.

Karen had turned towards Tom who now had his hand under her shirt. I could see him squeezing first one breast, then the other. Karen's eyes were still closed…she always preferred kissing with her eyes closed…her tongue dancing circles around Tom's lips. From where Kristen and I sat, we could see her legs spread apart, her white cotton panties peaking through the short skirt she wore. Karen's hand reached out to feel the hard bulge in Tom's pants, caressing him first with her finger tips, then squeezing his shaft between her long fingers, gauging his size and shape beneath his trousers. 

Kristen and I broke our kiss long enough to watch our partners play. They appeared to be oblivious to our curious eyes. My fingers continued to caress Kristen's thighs while we watched. Her hands, following Karen's lead perhaps, slowly covered my cock, silently comparing something new with what she had always known. She unbuttoned my shirt with her other hand and her fingers explored my chest. I love a hairy chest, she said as her fingers brushed across my nipples. She peeled off my shirt as I leaned back on the floor, bringing her with me as I reclined. She crawled on top of me, her belly pressing into my cock, and took one nipple then the other into her mouth, sucking and licking them each in turn. 

Is it time to get naked, I asked aloud to no one in particular. Oh, yeah, said Tom. He stood and pulled Karen up with him. He lifted Karen's white tee top up as she raised her arms above her head. She shook her dark blonde hair back into place as her shirt came off. She made no attempt to conceal herself from Tom or Kristen. Her small breasts, soft and round with pale pink nipples caught the chill of the air, or maybe the electricity in the room, and instantly hardened. Her nipples, tight and taut, poked straight out towards Tom. He reached out, cupped her breasts with his hands, giving each nipple a little squeeze. He slipped the elastic waistband of her skirt over her hips, leaving her panties in place for now. Her simple white cotton panties were bunched up between her round cheeks and she did nothing to straighten them. Around the corners, we could see the soft blonde curls of her pussy peaking out. Her thighs parted as Tom's fingers slipped inside her panties, exploring what I knew was a warm and wet mound.

Kristen stood and moved behind Tom, tugging his shirt out of his trousers as Karen unbuttoned him. I moved behind her, slipping up the bottom of her blue Peruvian dress up over her hips. Kristen unhooked Tom's belt and unzipped his fly from behind as I slipped my hands inside her panties. My hands explored the firm mounds of her ass, slid inside her waistband over her hips and caressed the tops of her thighs. My fingers found her smooth, hairless mound and one finger slipped easily and silently into her. Kristen moaned, pushing her ass back into my crotch. I pulled her panties down over her ass and hips and she quickly wriggled out of them, letting them fall to the floor. 

Karen reached inside Tom's pants and pulled out his cock. She stroked him firmly as Kristen pushed his pants to the floor, briefs and all. Tom pressed closer to Karen and kissed her deeply. She stroked and fondled his cock and balls while he squeezed her ass cheeks both in and out of her panties. Their kiss was passionate and hungry. Their free hands roamed everywhere and anywhere they could.

I unzipped the back of Kristen's dress as she watched her husband and my wife make out. Tom's fingers were deep in Karen's pussy, her hand pulling and tugging on his thick shaft. Reaching down and grabbing the hem of the dress, I slowly pulled it higher, over her naked hips and ass. As I raised her dress, I studied the soft skin being revealed to me. Her ass was small and firm, two soft pale cheeks with almost no fat to them at all. Her back, covered in tight brown freckles was almost perfect. She lifted her arms, helping her dress pass over her breasts as the dress cleared her shoulders. Her long brown hair fell back as her dress dropped on the sofa. 

Kristen turned to face me. Her breasts were the largest I think I'd ever seen. Round, full globes that I'd never really imagined in all the time we'd known each other. Freckles cascaded down between them leading to her milky white belly below. Her aerioles were dark pink, large, surrounding full and very hard nipples. I leaned in, whispering a quiet Wow as I pulled her nipple into my mouth. She held my head to her chest as I kissed and sucked and squeezed her amazing tits. 

Kristen tugged at my jeans, unbuttoning the 501's one button at a time. My cock strained at the top of my boxers as she tugged the pants down to my knees. She quickly pulled down my shorts and I stepped out of them just as quickly. My cock stood out and up, long and straight, pointing right at Kristen. Mmm, nice, she cooed. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and pulled me closer to her, squeezing my cock as we kissed again. Two couples now, groping and making out like school kids at a Friday night party with their parents out of town. But naked, with new partners, and their old partners standing just a few feet away.

Our kiss broke momentarily and Kristen whispered, Do you want to watch for a while? I looked over at Karen and Tom. His cock rubbed against the blonde mound between her thighs. Karen held on to Tom's shoulders, legs spread wide, feeling this new man between her legs. Karen looked over at us, grinning as I caressed Kristen's full breasts. Kristen says we're going to watch for a while, I told her. She grinned back at us and said, As long as we get to watch soon too. Anything you like tonight, sweetheart, I promised. Anything.

With that, she dropped down on her knees, taking his cock in her hand. He leaned back on the arm of the couch letting Karen move between his legs. She held his cock straight up, licking and sucking his balls. Tom stretched back and moaned. His cock appeared a bit shorter than mine, but thicker, which was one thing that Karen said she always wondered about. She knew I was just a bit above average lengthwise but she was fascinated about what a thicker cock would feel like. Her tongue slithered up the length of his shaft, up and over the top, then back down to his balls again. Then, quickly, her mouth slipped up and over the top, swallowing the head of his cock. Damn, Tom moaned as his eyes rolled back.

He won't last long like that, Kristen whispered to me as she watched intently. He never does. We lay down on the floor to watch the show, Kristen on her back, her breasts falling gently to the side. With my eyes on Karen and Tom, I explored Kristen's body, hands feeling the firmness and fullness of her breasts, her flat stomach, her soft thighs, and finally her warm, hairless pussy. Karen bobbed up and down on Tom's hard cock. We could see the shine from her saliva glistening on his shaft. I hadn't seen her this hungry for a cock since we'd started dating. I have to admit I was surprised at her enthusiasm for his cock, but surprisingly not jealous. Her fingers tickled his balls. She even tried to deep throat him a couple times, getting a bit more than halfway down his shaft before sliding back to the tip. 

Oh God, Tom moaned. Not yet. But Karen didn't let up on him for a moment. He grabbed her head and held her close as he tensed, toes pointed straight out. A smile crept across Kristen's lips as Tom stiffened. My fingers slipped inside her tight hairless slit as Tom released. My sweet wife, who almost never swallows, never let go of his cock. Tom's body shook and stretched and arched as he pumped his come into her. Kristen moaned and spread her legs wider when my finger found her clit as her husband drained himself into my wife's mouth. Tom jerked with each lick and suck Karen gave him, until his dick popped out of her mouth. She smiled up at him, then over at us, a bit red-faced from what she had just done. With the tip of her finger she slipped a little bit of come off her cheek and licked it off. 

My cock had never been as hard as it was right now, but our show wasn't quite finished yet. Tom slid off the couch, and stretched out next to us on the floor. He beckoned Karen over to him. They weren't 3 feet from us as he guided her hips to his head. She moved her ass over his face, as I've seen her do for me many times…one of her favorite activities…and lowered herself on to his mouth. She was facing us, her little tits hanging down over Tom's softening cock, and directly in front of Kristen and me. We could see Tom's chin sliding back and forth as he tongued her wet puss. My fingers were buried in Kristen's slit, fucking her slowly, teasing her clit as we watched. 

Karen was a picture of sexual concentration now. Eyes closed, rocking back and forth over Tom's tongue, her moans gradually growing more insistent. She fingered her clit while Tom tongued her insides. I pulled my fingers out of Kristen, and reached over to play with Karen's nipples. As my fingers, sticky and wet from Kristen's juices, passed over her firm nipples, she opened her eyes wide and looked at us. Biting her lower lip, she pressed back on to Tom's mouth. Her fingers swirled furiously over her clit as she started coming. Oh god, yes, God yes, she repeated over and over. They were words I'd heard many times through our 15 years, but this time I was watching, not participating, and loving the chance to see her lose herself so totally in orgasm. She came harder and longer than I'd seen her come in years, before finally lifting herself up off of Tom and kneeling down beside him. 

She turned around to kiss him, flashing us her wet, flushed pussy, her own slick juices coating her thick blonde curls. She and Tom kissed, his come and her come mixing on each other's tongues and lips. Thank you, I heard her whisper. No, thank you, he replied. They smiled at each other and she leaned down next to him. Are you two going to do anything, or just watch, Karen asked with a grin. 

Kristen stood and said, Come with me. I followed her to the king-sized bed in the next room. Karen and Tom quickly followed. Kristen lay on her back with her head near the foot of the bed. Karen reached over and patted my ass as she walked by, telling Kristen to be gentle with me. Kristen motioned for me to stand by her head, my cock dangling over her face. Tom sat up against the headboard, spreading his legs to where Karen could sit with him. She crossed her ankles and his arms draped around her chest holding her close as they watched the unfolding scene. 

Kristen leaned her head back and wrapped her hands around my ass. She leaned up and sucked my balls into her mouth. Her soft tongue swirled about my scrotum, forcing my cock to jerk and bob above her. She grabbed my shaft and slowly pulled it down to her lips. Her soft, warm lips surrounded my shaft on either side. Her tongue traced a line down the underside of my cock, all the way to the tip, then back down. She arched back and tongued my balls again, going almost all the way back to the crack of my ass. With her hand gently squeezing my shaft and her tongue tickling my balls, I wanted to come right then and there. 




Ordinary Couples



She raised her knees and spread her legs, giving the other two a clear view of her shiny and slippery slit. I crawled up on to the bed on my knees, and leaned in towards her pussy. She pulled the tip of my cock into her mouth as my fingers parted her lips. I kissed circles around her perfectly smooth mound. Finding her clit, I teased it a bit more with a finger before lowering my face to her. My tongue slipped inside Kristen, finding her hot and soaked. She tasted different than Karen…I'm not sure what I expected…and so very sweet. Her legs spread wider as I enclosed her slit completely between my lips.

We both moaned aloud during our brief sixty-nine. She moved my hips up and down for me, letting me slowly fuck her mouth. Like Karen, she took about half of my cock into her throat before coming back to the tip. Her smaller, tighter mouth created entirely new sensations for my cock. My beard rubbed the insides and outsides of her puss just right, judging from the sounds she made. My tongue swirled around her clit, licking and lapping at her furiously, wanting her to come for me. God, I want you inside me, she moaned. 

She suddenly released my cock from her mouth, and turned over on to all fours. Moving behind her, I slipped two fingers inside her, sliding them back and forth. I reached around to squeeze her hanging tits, pinching the nipple, not too roughly, not too gently. I want to fuck him, she said to Tom. Not sure what to do, I looked at Karen, who only smiled. Her hand was wrapped around Tom's fat cock, which was about halfway back to stiff again. That's what tonight's for, he told her, and turned his attention back to my wife. 

I moved behind her and she raised her ass higher. My rock hard cock was ready, poised at the entrance of her slick hole. The tip of my cock slipped silently between her damp folds stretching the lips as I moved into her. Kristen let out a low moan, a first-time fuck kind of moan that comes with feeling different sensations than you've known. I slid in all the way to my balls, pressing as deep into her as I could. Oh yes, she moaned. You're so deep. I looked to Tom and grinned, and he grinned right back. Slowly, I stroked. In and out, the full length of my shaft burying itself with each thrust. I began rotating my hips on each stroke as well, feeling the full depths and wonders of her insides. She laid her head on the bed, and reached a hand underneath her, two fingers circling and gripping my cock as I fucked her. 

Tom was hard again from watching us. Karen lay down on her back next to Kristen. She looked up at me, thrusting ever faster inside Kristen, while Tom positioned himself between her legs. She reached for him, grasping his cock and pulling it to her. He lifted her legs up off the bed and pushed himself inside her. I watched his thick cock disappear between her fuzzy folds. She moaned aloud, raising her legs even higher. He began quickly slamming his cock into her with long hard strokes. I am generally much more gentle with her than that, but she reveled in the hard and fast treatment he was giving her. 

As Tom sped up, so did I, matching him stroke for stroke. Soon we were both banging each other's wife, side by side. I slipped a finger down the crack of Kristen's ass, drawing forth a deeper moan as it slipped across her asshole. Taking this as a positive sign, my finger pressed into her tight little hole. This was all it took and Kristen yelled out, I'm coming. She stiffened and squeezed my cock with her pussy, making the sensations for me even tighter. I shot my first load into her moments later, as she bucked and squirmed around on the bed, while I tried to simply stay inside her. I pumped and shot load after load inside her until we both slowed down together. 

Karen, who had grasped Kristen's hand as Kristen peaked with orgasm, was now coming again herself. Letting myself soften inside Kristen, I watched Tom knead my wife's little nipples as she tossed her head from side to side, again crying Oh god, yes, yes, yes. Tom came a minute later, spurting his second load of the evening into Karen's pussy. As he pulled out, I could see his white milky juices dripping off the tip of his cock into her blonde curls. 

Tom and I reclaimed our wives and we all lay together on the bed in spooning positions. I lay behind Karen, cupping her little tits in my palm. I explored her freshly fucked body, even venturing between her legs to feel her wet snatch full of Tom's come. Tom was exploring Kristen from behind with just as much curiosity. We lay there together for a long time, without saying much. Finally, Kristen said, What took us so long to do this? We all smiled, and Tom said, Well, I hope this isn't the last time. Oh, it's not, Karen insisted. Believe me, it's not. 



Ordinary Guy



"Your love scenes just aren't up to much," said the director. It hit her in her stomach like a red hot burning arrow. 

"Maybe you just need a break, Katie," he said gently, knowing that an actress' confidence is integral to her performance, and if he ruined her confidence, his film would be in tatters. 

"We have had a fairly strenuous filming schedule. Take a week off - relax, don't do anything stressful. Then come back and we'll try again." 

On the way home in the limousine, she was on the verge of tears. The year before she had been hot property in Hollywood, on the cover of every magazine in sight for months, dating the hottest guy in the world and even nominated for an Oscar. But then her world had slowly fallen apart. She had millions in the bank thanks to her skilful agent, a beautiful Malibu house overlooking the ocean - happiness was all around her.

But that bastard Donnie had dumped her the week before his upcoming action flick - purely, it would seem, to boost his box office. 

She had loved him - or thought she had - but after a two year romance, apparently his personal profile, and the publicity for his film, were more important to him than she was. God she hated dating actors. Sure, they looked good, but their souls were as deep as saucers and they loved themselves like no other group on earth. Donnie had spent two hours getting ready before they went out anywhere - longer than she ever had. 

And here it was: she was so desperately lonely. There were hundreds of people around her - makeup, costume, actors, extras, techies, agents, assistants, public relations, reporters, photographers - but she was so very alone. And it seemed that it was chilling her love scenes. Callie Dalbrathe, the celebrated director, could see there was something wrong with her. And now she had been all but thrown off set. It wasn't as though she was unattractive. She was a frequent cover girl, after all. Back home, in her bedroom with its massive bed and glorious sea view through the wall of windows that opened out onto a sun drenched balcony, she looked at herself in the mirrored wall. She hadn't lost her looks - she was still only twenty five.

She popped the button on her tight blue jeans and slid them down her long, smooth legs, tossing them onto the nearby chair. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, standing there in just her underwear. She stroked her hands over her curves - there wasn't anything out of place: her well formed breasts were tucked softly into her white lacy bra, her flat stomach led down to her perfectly formed abdomen with the gentle rise of her mound covered by yet more expensive French lace. How could any man not want her? She reached behind herself and unhooked and tossed aside her bra. 

Her nipples hardened slightly when exposed to the marine breeze that came through the open windows and she brushed her fingers against them, feeling them harden even more. Men liked her breasts - she knew that much: there were sites on the internet devoted to her breasts. But apparently men preferred them in two dimensions. As she touched herself, she felt a real longing for a strong man to touch her instead. That would cure her love scenes. If she didn't have such an empty space in her heart, she would sizzle on screen. 

But where was she going to get a man? Actors were no good - she'd proved that countless times, hundreds of tabloid stories formed the evidence. What she needed was someone without an ego, someone who would love her, not just lust over her. Someone who would cry out her name Katie, Katie... Rather than any of her sultry characters of the silver screen. 

Her the panties were the next to go. She didn't even bother to pick them up. She was too busy thinking of her perfect man, sliding her fingers between her legs and imagining they were his, feeling the slight wetness between her warm, soft labia. She pulled the covers back from the bed and lay down on the cool silk. Her hands stroked herself softly, not urgently, just softly, as she fell asleep, dreaming of her lost love. 

-

In the morning, she woke up and showered, hearing the phone ringing as she soaped the previous night's dried moisture from her skin. It was bound to be her agent - asking her what was going on, why the shooting schedule had been altered so as not to include her for another week. For once, she didn't want to talk to him. She was tired of the whole thing - as Callie had said, she needed a complete break, away from everything. She needed to get away from Tinsel town, that was certain. But where to go?

She didn't want to go anywhere renowned as playgrounds for the rich and famous - not Aspen or Monaco or St Tropez or Martha's Vineyard. She needed to be normal, ordinary. She needed to go to somewhere that they wouldn't believe it was her, to relax where the mantle of Hollywood was forgotten. And more than anything, she needed to get away without anyone knowing about it - especially her agent. If she told her agent she was going on holiday, she was pretty sure there'd be a quiet phone call to the paparazzi. Her agent considered any publicity good publicity. She knew where she wanted to go - to a very ordinary place - but where it was she had no idea whatsoever. 

Where was her ideal man? Was there someone in the world currently just going about his ordinary everyday business without the stress of fame or fortune? Was he there, wondering when he would meet his ideal woman? Or was she too late, and he had been picked up by someone who clearly wasn't right for him? 

How would she find him? It would be a chance in a billion for her to just run into her perfect man. She went into her study - a glorious room full of books, which she hardly ever had time for nowadays. There was on one wall, a huge map of the States, a multi-cultured celebration of her country. She picked up a drawing pin, closed her eyes and walked to the map, placing the pin in the first random place she touched. If she was relying on chance here, then she'd better start using it. 

The pin was stuck in Montana, in a small place called Wellingford. Without telling anyone at all, Katie Jennings, movie star, put on jeans and a faded T-shirt, got in her open top Mercedes and drove. She parked it three blocks from a used car dealership and walked the rest of the way to buy a fairly ordinary looking red Honda. The dealer had been shocked when he saw her, but when she told him she was just a look-a-like, he bought it first time. Why would Katie Jennings be buying a Honda, anyway?

And she was free. Free to just drive away from her troubles - and who knew who she'd meet? She drove through the day and the night, up into the mountains and beyond. She had to stop every now and then, but she managed to keep a fairly low profile, going with the whole look-alike vibe. It worked a treat - if she didn't hide herself behind sunglasses, it was more likely to be a look-alike than her. People accepted it with a smile.

It was getting on into late afternoon that she drew into Montana, and she had to admit that she was extremely tired from the long drive. Her concentration wasn't great, so she didn't see the red light at the crossroads seemingly miles from anywhere. Smash. Thankfully she wasn't going too quickly when she hit the red Ford pickup - she had been wandering along singing Elvis songs, and admiring the glorious world, such a beautifully isolated place, where no one from Hollywood would ever come. What splendour they were all missing!

She noticed at the last moment and jammed on her brakes, the tires screeching but unable to hold onto the road. Her little Honda crunched into the back of the pickup. Damn. And she was still at least a hundred miles away from her destination, Wellingford. 

"You all right, Miss?" 

The driver of the red pickup was first out of the carnage. His tank of a vehicle hadn't received nearly so much damage as her little Honda, though. 

"Uh...yeah," she said, looking up into his benevolent face. "Oh my God," she stammered, "I'm so sorry..." 

She managed to get the door open and climb outside.

"It's all right," he replied with a smile, "no harm done. Number of people round here - had to be a chance in a billion you hitting me like that." 

She looked at him, puzzled. "A chance in a billion?"

"Well...I don't much go in for math. Odds have gotta be up there, though." 

He had an enchanting smile and dreamy blue eyes that just oozed sensitivity. 

"How far's the nearest town?" she asked him. 

He frowned, "some thirty miles back the way you came, I'm afraid." 

"Oh," it didn't look as though she was going to get to Wellingford. 

"You won't get any repair van out here before Monday, either," he said regretfully. 

She nodded, it was a Friday evening. Folks up here wouldn't move at the weekend. She heaved a huge sigh - here was her going on a grand adventure, but it was all over far too soon. 

"I only live a couple a miles away," said the stranger, "be glad to put you up for the night." 

I'm sure you would, she thought, but then rebuked her cynical LA attitude. This guy was nice - his face was the picture of honesty - and more than anything, she was quite surprised he hadn't recognized her. 

"Well..." She sounded uncertain, but inside, she was certain she'd like to know a little more about this stranger. 

"It wouldn't be any trouble," he assured her, "we can tie your automobile up to my truck and tow it off the road here." 

She smiled and held out her hand. "Thanks," she smiled. "My name's Katie, by the way." She was kind of surprised she didn't give him an alias. "Katie Jennings." 

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," he shook her hand - his grip was strong but gentle. "I'm Harry, Harry Webb." 

She watched him move his truck and hook her Honda up to the back of it with a sturdy rope. Wow. He had never heard of her. What he do with himself? He had to be pretty cut off from civilization up here. 

"Hop in," he called, breaking her daze. 

The cab smelled slightly of old leather, a reassuring smell if ever there was one. Harry made sure she was belted up before they moved away, driving slowly with her car following closely behind, towards the picturesque mountains a few miles away. 

"So you're on vacation?" Harry asked as they settled into the journey. 

"Kind of," she said. 

"Funny time of year for a vacation. You're not in a desk job, I take it?" 

"I'm an actress," she said, surprised to her roots that she had to tell him. 

She hadn't told anyone what she did for a living since she was nineteen. 

"Hmm," he nodded, "I've never met an actress before. Must be pretty difficult trying to be someone else all the time." 

She nodded, "sometimes you lose yourself - that's what I'm doing here, I suppose. Looking for me." 

"Well," he smiled, "if you don't find you here, you probably won't find you anywhere. There's precious little else out here but you and me." 

"What do you do?" she asked, now completely enchanted by his gentle voice and benevolent manner. 

He shrugged, "I'm a painter. Don't get much money, but it's none too stressful." 

"What do you paint?" 

"Mountains, rivers, trees, birds, animals - people when I can, but that means a fair long drive." 

"You can paint me if you like." 

"Watch it," he chuckled, "I might hold you to that."

The drive was on very twisty roads around soaring mountains. Emerald green pine trees flooded every valley, but now and again they crossed a narrow bridge over beautiful thundering waterfalls or swirling torrents crashing through rocky canyons. The evening mist has settled between some of the distant peaks, filling her heart and soul with serenity.

Harry was interested in her LA lifestyle, and asked her questions all the way while she wondered openly at the beauty of the landscape. Not since she'd arrived in Los Angeles with her parents fifteen years ago had she met someone as interested in her and what she thought about the world. She couldn't remember talking to someone in LA who wasn't just interested in talking about themselves.

And she found she wanted to know about him, what drove him to live where he did, what he thought about the world he lived in, what he liked, what he believed, what his ambitions were for the future. People in LA all had the same ambitions and beliefs - so much so that you just didn't bother to ask any more.

Harry's house was small - only four or five rooms on one level - but couldn't have been better placed, over looking a conjunction of three narrow, steep-sided valleys. A number of peaks were visible in two directions, and the forest was all around. They parked up in a small driveway and the sound of falling water was nearby - Katie turned to find that a healthy waterfall plunged down the mountain side next to the house, which was little more than a log cabin.

"It's gorgeous," she said, marvelling at the scene.

"It's all I've got," he smiled. "Come on - you'll be wanting a hot shower after your long journey."

"Don't tell me you have to boil a kettle for a shower."

"No, no," he chuckled, "I may live miles from the nearest town, but it is civilized here. I have all the modern conveniences, I'll have you know."

She took her case through to the bathroom and took a long, gloriously hot shower, washing all the strains and stresses of the journey from her body. She returned, dressed in a white terrycloth bathrobe, and found him sitting out on the deck that over looked the most wonderful view she'd ever seen.

"Nice shower?" He had a glass of chilled white wine in his hand - there was a bottle and another glass on the table.

"Wonderful," she smiled and sat in the chair next to him.

"There's some food on the way," he said. "You're not a vegetarian, are you?"

"No," she said, and could smell the tantalizing aroma of charcoal grilled meat.

-

"Paint me," she said. The evening had been her most enjoyable ever - the food, the company, the twilight fading in the misty valleys and a fair amount of crisp chilled white wine. She felt that comforting warmth of alcohol induced relaxation flowing through her veins. They were both getting more than a little light-headed. She had noticed that she had been getting seriously flirty with Harry, and he didn't seem to object to it, either.

"I couldn't possibly," he said with that delightful smile of his. "I could never do you justice."

"Oh go on," she got to her slightly shaky feet and stood in front of him.

"You'd be asleep before I got even halfway."

"I wouldn't," she assured him, then quite suddenly, she dropped her robe.

She saw him gasp at the sudden spectacle. She stood there, a perfect Hollywood blonde, dressed in nothing but a black silk g-string and matching bra. 

"How could I say no?" his voice was slightly husky all of a sudden.

"Then don't," she said, and approached him, standing directly in front of him, her immaculate body squeezing between his thighs.

Any Hollywood type would have probably asked her to go down on him, but Harry was clearly different. He stood up and put his strong hands on her shoulders gently, the warmth of the contact between them stirring incredible vibrations in her, exciting her in a way no man had for a very long time. He didn't give in to her obvious drunken attempts to seduce him: his initial thought was concern for her. 

"You're going to catch cold if you're not careful," he whispered in her ear, and ushered her back indoors. With the evening light now completely faded, it was getting very cold outside, she was quite relieved to get back in.

Harry lit a fire and asked her to sit by it so that he could paint her. She smiled, pleasantly surprised that he still wanted to go through with it, rather than tearing off her clothes and treating her like a piece of meat. She lay down on the hearth rug, in front of the gloriously hot flames that flickered like dancing imps to warm her deep down. Harry positioned his easel and pallet, with a small light focussed on the canvas. Then he extinguished all other lights, and the scene was dominated by the passionate fire crackling slightly as it burned, bestowing a dreamlike orange glow all around, and turning Katie's skin a blissful golden colour.

"You're so beautiful," Harry said softly, "I've never painted anyone like you before."

"Thank you," she smiled. "How do you want me?" He approached her and knelt down, and she found she really wanted him to touch her. 

"The best thing would be for you to lie, I think, in a comfortable position. You might have to stay fairly still a while."

"Okay," she said, and lay so that her shoulders and her head were flat against the soft rug while her legs and hips were curled facing the flames.

"This good?"

"Perfect," he said. "Any time you want a break, just say so - we can always resume later." 

"Okay," she smiled, and he departed, back behind the barrier of his easel.

As he painted her, they talked - as much to keep Katie from falling asleep, which she found she would have no trouble doing in the position she was in. They talked about her life, about his life, about their hopes and dreams, their creativity and how best to explore it, and a whole host of seemingly trivial things that made her bond with this stranger more than she had ever bonded with anyone before. And as he painted her, this strange feeling came over her: she knew he was looking at her, really looking at her, taking in every part of her body so that he could record it visually, and it sent little shivers of excitement through her skin to know he was really studying her, and as he painted her, he would make little appreciative comments that just made her whole body buzz with arousal.

After a while, she found herself becoming very wet. "I need a break," she whispered.

"Go ahead," he said, and smiled. She got up, stretching the aches from her body, and went over to him. He was perched on a high stool, and was now wearing a pair of thin tortoiseshell rimmed spectacles that made him look sexily mature and intelligent. She came round to look at the painting and was astonished at his skill. He had painted some of the background, the fire and her head down to the shoulders. The likeness of her was brilliant, and the colours were sensational.

"Back in a tick," she said, and padded away towards the bathroom.

Harry took five and went to the kitchen to fix up a drink. It wasn't long before Katie was back, lying in front of the fire. "All set?" he asked her,and then realised there was something different about her.

"All set," she beamed, "you can finish me off, now."

She had taken off her bra and g-string and was now lying naked in front of the fire. Her pert breasts were peaked by stiff nipples that produced the most wonderful shadows on her golden skin. She lay in the exact same position she had been, so he had a wonderful view of her firm behind, shaded from the firelight but still visible.

"Like what you see?" she asked cheekily.

"Absolutely incredible," he said. "I'm going to have real trouble finishing this painting."

"So finish it tomorrow," she purred, like a cat that knows it's getting cream.

He put down his brush and there was a click as he turned off the light on his easel. She turned over and lay in a foetal position, gazing off into the flames but all the while anticipating his touch. In a moment, he was by her side on the hearth rug, lying spooned against her, not a stitch on his hot body. She felt his hot, hard penis erect between her buttocks, with one hand sweeping around to smother her breasts while the other brushed her hair out of the way to permit his face to nuzzle in just below her ear, kissing the sensitive skin she had around that area. 

She was, for the first time since she couldn't remember when, in complete heaven. He nibbled gently on her ear lobe, while caressing her breast, flicking his fingers across her firm nipple and occasionally gripping it between thumb and fingers, pinching to draw out her sensations. She moaned and wriggled back to try and press his hot cock against her body. She was so hot for him, so wet between her legs. His hand departed her breast and slowly traced over her curves, to sweep down her waist and up over her hip, to languish between her inner thighs. She moaned as he brought his hand suddenly up to brush over her moistened folds, to come to rest on the small immaculately trimmed patch of down upon her mound. 




Ordinary Guy



She pressed her behind harder into his erection, making her need for contact clear, and as he began to softy kiss the side of her neck, his fingers meandered their way down through her pubic hair to skirt her clitoris and sample the wetness on her labia. She sucked in her breath and flinched as a lone finger dipped into her honey pot and squeezed up, coating itself in her hot juices before flicking against her clit, forming tiny figure-of-eight movements around the swollen bud, gliding over a sensual sheen of her own moisture.

He kissed his way down her neck and shifted so that his body broke contact, his cock parting from her warm behind.

"No," she sighed, wanting him to stay close to her, but he did not relent, and instead, gently kissed over her breast, inviting her to roll over so that she lay flat on her back and his velvet lips could access both of her tingling nipples, sending shivers and sparks up and down her body mixing with that irresistible wonder growing between her legs as his digits continued their sensual dance over her clitoris. He switched to her other breast and slowly, the friction of his tongue over her firm nipple strengthened, and the vacuum inside his hot mouth intensified, and she found the feelings as strong from her breast as he gently buried his head in her flesh as those surrounding her clit. She'd always had strong feelings from her nipples during love making, but now they seemed stronger than ever.

That was, until Harry's fingers found their way to her labia again, where they deftly part those hot outer lips to delve inside her tightness. She flinched again as they eased their way deep inside her and grazed her g-spot, brushing up against it, seeming to seek out every space within her to home in on that most sensitive spot. Her breathing accelerated and her moans were seemingly amplified as his fingers began to work up an overwhelming rhythm, building up the tempo as the feelings pulsing from her vagina surged to previously unsurpassed levels. 

So all encompassing were these sensations that she didn't notice Harry moving slowly away from her breasts and down her soft stomach. She just closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head, maximising the pleasure that dominated her. But suddenly, as she knew she was beginning to mount that first tidal wave, his wonderful fingers withdrew. This made her suddenly realise that Harry was no longer at her nipple, and had moved somewhere else. A split second of wondering, anticipating what was going to replace his fingers at her pussy, and suddenly her clit was engulfed in the most intense heat, and Harry's firm, rough tongue darted down to push between her tender lips, lapping at her wetness, caressing her most sensitive areas in a heavenly way.

And it was all too much for her. As her fingers brushed through his hair, tenderly urging him on in his oral pursuit, her thighs pressed his ears, drawing him in as much as possible and the wave crashed against her shore. She wailed like a banshee as this quiet, ordinary man who was absolutely nobody in Hollywood made her cum like a woman possessed, her juices pouring out of her pussy like the Angel Falls as his irresistible mouth absorbed every drop.

She rolled over onto her front, and whispered, "take me, Harry, take me."

He mounted her, straddling the backs of her thighs. She felt a thrilled shiver fly down her spine as his searing tiffness glided between her legs towards their ultimately mind-blowing spirations. She felt his hands softly land on her behind, his fingers gently squeezing her cheeks to part them, and as she lay there, her thighs locked together by his, she knew that in this position, she would be incredibly tight for him. And suddenly, there it was.

So nearly it was, that she came again, soaring out into the cosmos of her own senses, but she drew back, trying to calm herself as the incredible sensation of his most personal organ against hers tore through her nervous system. There is was, so hot and so hard, what her vagina had been created for. She felt him slowly - oh, so slowly - penetrate her, stopping when just the first inch or two was within her firm interior. He leaned forward and his body smothered hers, his face coming to rest so that his cheek was pressed against hers.

"You feel absolutely incredible," he whispered into her ear, and she was forced to smile. But that smile soon turned into a long moan as Harry kissed her cheek then glided his cock deep inside her. No one had ever made her feel like this before: so full of red-hot desire, yet so wanted at the same time, so loved, so emotionally at ease.

"Oh God," she said as he began to squeeze in and out of her wet vagina, his hands creeping around her body to support and then caress her breasts, his face moving to nestle against the back of her neck, kissing her, inhaling her sweet aroma, glorying in the texture of her silky hair.

It was all just too much, and she was suddenly on that lip where a decision had to be made. To give in to sensation and ride that wild wave, or tense up and try to hold it in. But Harry's fingers forced her hand. Suddenly mounting a duel offensive against her stiff nipples, squeezing them in tandem, she was forced into her final descent, and she began moaning again, louder and louder as the power swept over her and those feelings guided her to that seemingly insurmountable place.

As her moans began to become urgent near-screams, she realised that Harry was moaning similarly, and the pleasant realisation came that her man felt exactly as she did, and was timing himself to perfection. This sudden insight made her relax fully, so that as this new orgasm tore into her, she could ease into its full effects, and Katie Jennings, movie star, had the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced at the same time as an ordinary guy, her ordinary guy, Harry Webb, fired his seed inside her.

-

The week had passed, and it had been one of the best weeks of Katie Jennings' life. She arrived back on set and said a quick hello to the crew, and felt born again in her trade.

"Hi Katie," it was Callie, who seemed to have a mournful tone to his voice, as though he thought her career might be over because of this film.

"Hi Callie," she smiled confidently, "we ready to start?"

"We ready when you are."

After make-up and costume had done with her, she was screen-perfect in appearance, and ready to hit the bedroom, a room with only three walls, the fourth open for the cameras. Her co-star sat on the bed already. He waved a quick greeting to her, but there wasn't time for anything before the cameras were rolling and they were into their first love scene.

Katie Jennings closed her eyes and thought of Harry, an ordinary guy with the sweetest smile, a man who couldn't be further away from the glitzy Hollywood ideal, but a man who had swept her off her feet from the moment she'd crashed into him. 

"Jesus, Katie!" Callie exclaimed as she kissed her co-star, "what the hell you been doing this week? Keep rolling, dammit!" he yelled to the cameras. Her co-star was carried by her enthralling passion. She opened her eyes seductively, but still in her mind, Harry Webb was in her arms.

After the shoot, Callie came over to her trailer. She was changing back into her faded jeans as the director knocked and entered. 

"Where've you been having lessons, Katie?" he asked, earnestly. "I've never seen such a change in all my years..."

She shrugged, "I just met this guy, that's all." 

"Some guy. Jesus. You know you'll get the Oscar nod for this one..." 

"Who knows," she said. 

"Tell me who this guy is," Callie pleaded. "I know a few other actresses who would kill to - " 

"He's just an ordinary guy, Cal," she smiled, "my ordinary guy. He's not from Hollywood, he's not a millionaire and he's not an actor. He's not ever on the cover of a magazine, he has no image to push, he isn't infatuated with himself, he doesn't spend hours in front of a mirror every time he goes out. He's perfect. And he's mine."



Ordinary Hero



John rubbed his chin and felt the small spot of stubble the electric razor missed. Looking in the mirror at his ruddy skin, the spot wasn't noticeable so he brushed his teeth and pulled the brush through his medium brown hair. Wandering out of the bathroom, he slid on his jeans and carefully buttoned up his shirt. He leaned over and kissed his wife then slowly walked up the hall. He peeked in on his daughter and son as he headed into the kitchen. Today's lunch was neatly arranged in the refrigerator. He grabbed the sack and headed out the door to his car.

Outside the cool, dry air felt refreshing, a nice change from yesterday. The car started normally and he carefully backed out of his driveway. As he pulled onto the roadway, he noticed a thin slice of the moon floating in a cloudless sky. He heard no strange sounds from his car so he turned on the radio.

"Be there! The only live performance from..." he, "...home run in the bottom of the tenth..." pressed, "..Irene is headed toward Cuba packing winds..." the buttons, "...Eastex Freeway is backing down around Quittman due to a stalled..." The traffic report continued, but his mind wandered.

"Albert said they closed down another department," Buddy had told him yesterday. "Nobody knows what is going on." 

All he could do was shake his head. Through the years at work he evolved from whiz kid, to up and coming, to valued employee. The changes were subtle, but he knew that eventually it led to mediocrity and perhaps an early retirement. Just like all those former whiz kids that hang around just to make a pension.

"...us in another ten minutes for a traffic update. And now the weather..." "Damn, missed the traffic report," John thought to himself.

Suddenly, he noticed something extraordinary. A strange cloud hovered in front of him with two strange beams of light shining upward. The reddish cloud swirled slowly, like a giant lava lamp. Realizing a car had run off the road, he stopped and carefully climbed down the embankment. 

"I have a phone, I'll call for help," someone shouted. Another car had stopped.

"Yes, call an ambulance," John shouted as he reached the wreckage. The engine was racing and the front wheels spun wildly in the air. Kneeling down, he saw the driver crumpled on the roof of the upside down car. He quickly turned off the ignition, but left the lights on.

The driver's eyes were closed, but he heard her moan softly. Blood ran out of one of her ears and he saw a large knot on the right side of her head. The windshield was badly cracked. "No seatbelt, so stupid," he thought, as he looked her over. He saw no blood or other signs of injury.

Without moving her head, John straightened out her legs into a more comfortable position. She trembled so he grabbed a jacket that lay nearby and pulled it over her. Not sure if she was conscious, he held her hand softly and whispered, "Don't worry, help is on the way." Her eyes remained shut and she didn't say anything, but he felt her grip tighten slightly.

Not sure what else to do, he simply knelt beside her and held her hand. He could see her chest move up and down at each breath, so he knew she was still alive. He began talking to her, in soft pleasant tones, hoping to soothe her some: "Your headlights, they are shining up towards the sky," he whispered, "like fingers reaching to touch the moon. Inside the beams I see dust swirling in a cloud. It looks just like a Lava Lamp, yes it does. You know the Lava Lamps that float and swirl slowly, yeah, it looks like that."

John continued whispering as he heard the sirens and saw the flashing red lights. All the while, he held her hand, squeezing it softly from time to time. "Help is here now, I'm gonna move and get out of their way," he said as the paramedic slid down beside him. She grabbed the victim's wrist, and carefully unfolded her fingers from John's hand. Quickly she checked her pulse and shined a light over her face. "I'm sorry sir, she's dead. Did you know her?" 

John shook his head, "No, I just found her here." He sat back leaning against the wreckage. She was dead! She had died! Sometime while he held her hand, while he whispered to her, she quietly died. John felt confused; there was no great gasp of breath, no last minute revelation and nothing extraordinary marked her passing.

The police officers asked a few questions and jotted a few notes. Soon the paramedics loaded her body and drove off. John walked to his car as a wrecker was backed up towards the wreckage. Everything went smoothly, they took a few measurements, jotted a few more notes and turned the car upright.

John noticed he still held her jacket. As he handed it to one of the police officers he asked, "What was her name?"

"I can't release her whole name, but her first name was Jane," the officer said heading back to his car.

John climbed into his car, and headed on to work. Traffic was pretty normal the rest of the way in. He found a parking place not far from the door and gathered his stuff. Just before he climbed out of the car he whispered to himself, "Jane . . . such an ordinary name." He wiped a tear from his eye.

The sun peeked over the horizon as he reached for the door to the building. The skies were painted in watercolor pastels: pinks, oranges, purples, and blues, beautiful blues. He stood a moment, soaking in the extraordinary sunrise. He opened the door and stepped inside.



Ordinary Heroes



For those who suffered through the bad editing of the first submission I apologize. I owe a great deal of thanks to xtchr for agreeing to edit the story.

All the characters and scenario's are fictitious. The dangers and emotional harm are very real for those in the professions of the story. Seeing the harm done to critical care providers, and one in particular, prompted me to write the story so I am pleased that with xtchr's help the tale reads as it should. 

Copyright 2014 

*

Ian Cameron was only half-listening to the words the Minister was saying as the two caskets were lowered into the ground. He and Maureen, his wife of 13 years, stood in somber reflection in the cemetery, alone amid dozens of people. Ian had known Bert Sharpe for many years and Anne Sharpe, nee Svenson, even longer. Now watching their caskets disappear into the earth the end of their friendship hit home.

It was a hot, arid, summer day, the type of weather that dried the underbrush creating perfect conditions for forest fires. It was another such day that brought them to this cemetery as husband and wife, to bury their best friends. Feeling Maureen squeeze his hand, his thoughts travelled back to the chain of events that led to him and Maureen meeting, leading to their being at the cemetery this day.

***

"Damn, Damn, Damn. Now what the hell am I supposed to do?" he thought.

Ian was flying a Canadair CL-215 water bomber fighting a major wild fire in northern California when the call came in about a group of college students, volunteers, trapped by encircling flames at the base of a particularly remote and dangerous ridge. 

He grabbed the intercom calling, "Bert, get your butt up here." Bert was the flight engineer on his plane having responsibility in this situation to look after scooping the water from the lake, and then ensuring Ian could drop the water when directed to do so.

When Bert arrived Ian told Bert and Anne, the co-pilot, "I just heard on the radio that there's a group of college kids trapped beneath Widow Maker Ridge, and they need someone to make them a path to safety." 

"What's wrong with the helicopters?" Anne asked. "That's their sort of job. In that terrain it would be near suicide for us to try and make the path."

"I know." Ian answered, "But one of the choppers is refueling and the other just dumped its load and it'll take twenty minutes for it to get there. From the sounds of things those kids don't have twenty minutes. I intend to try but I don't have the right to risk your lives as well, so if you say 'No Go,' we'll just have to pray that the chopper can reload and get there in time." 

To Ian's surprise it was Anne, the one he considered the cautious, sensible member of his crew and at 43 years old the youngest, who answered first.

"We're old farts and those kids still have a lot of life ahead of them, if I didn't do anything to try and save them.... Well... I don't want it on my conscience if those kids die. But, I would rather not die a hero. So you'd better be able to get us out of it alive. I'd really rather die of natural causes, in my eighties, with my thirty year old lover screwing my brains out."

"I agree with Anne on all three points, particularly how I want to die." Bert opined, then added, "What the hell are you waiting for?" 

Ian had expected responses somewhat similar to those. He arched his eyebrow in a quizzical expression at Anne's preferred method of expiring finding it surprising. Her comment did, however, break the tension. 

When he first decided to take flying lessons Anne was his flight instructor. He started the lessons when his marriage was in its final throes before separation, and she provided a sympathetic ear. She hadn't told him everything about her background, although, he did know she had been married before as it came up several times during their talks about his failing marriage. She had encouraged him to change careers, to flying full time. After he had landed the job with the water bomber outfit he now worked with Gawain Air Services, she decided to give up flight instruction, and become a bush pilot in Alaska. 

Five years ago, when he became the pilot in command of the CL 215, he tracked her down and invited her to change her career and sign on as his co-pilot. He guessed it was because she had been both his instructor and confidant, that when she took the right-hand seat she was able to anticipate his every move. They had a synchronicity that was amazing. He didn't want, nor could he imagine, anyone else as his co-pilot for what they were about to try.

Bert, on the other hand, had been with the company long before Ian joined. Ian learned that possibly, short of the people who designed them, no one knew the onboard systems better than Bert did. After an initial wariness, Ian and Bert soon grew to have respect for each other's skills, which quickly grew into a strong friendship as they got to know each other. The three of them had a reputation as being the best team

Anyone who has flown knows the havoc that air currents have on aircraft, even as large as a 747. Turbulence can shake a plane fiercely. Updrafts and downdrafts can change a planes altitude drastically in a matter of seconds. Flying in turbulence can be like riding a roller coaster with square wheels. One thing that always accompanies fires is turbulence. 

The CL 215 was designed specifically to fight fires. It was squat and rugged with oversized control surfaces. Its twin radial engines were mounted on top of the wings keeping them as far as possible from any debris that might rise from below. All in all not an elegant aircraft to look at, but then again it was built for a purpose not for looks. Nor was it built for comfort as it was incredibly noisy inside. It was an amphibian which increased its utility as it could land on both land and water. 

The crews who flew the plane could forgive its short comings for one big reason. It was designed to handle extreme turbulence, a trait that Ian and his crew would be relying on heavily for what they were about to attempt.

The decision having been made, Ian radioed, "Drencher", the call sign they used, "to Firebase. Loaded and proceeding to Widow Maker Ridge, wish us luck." 

"Firebase to Drencher, Good luck and God speed. over." 

As they set off to try and save the youngsters Ian heard Bert softly said, "Amen to that". 

They did a slow circuit of the ridge to determine what sort of approach would be most effective. After their quick survey of the scene they decided in order to save the volunteers they could not just do an area drop but would have to create a corridor for people on the ground to scramble back to the fire perimeter. In order to ensure complete coverage the path they needed to make, unfortunately, required that the CL-215 fly low and slow, directly at and beneath the crest of the ridge. As a general rule, water bombers do not drop near personnel on the ground as the hot spots the planes attack are normally well back from the edges of a fire. This allows them to drop from a safe altitude as precision is not critical. In this case the fire fighters on the ground were surrounded and the best route had their plane flying directly over them.

The bonus part to this flight plan was the students would get doused by the tail end of the water drop. It would help protect them from flying sparks and embers kicked up by the turbulence caused by the water drop while they were running for their lives. The big question on the crews mind was would the bomber pull up in time to clear the ridge? 

To say it was a bumpy ride would be a major understatement. The CL-215 yawed and rolled from side to side as they approached, at times seeming like it was fighting to stay away from the flames below. 

Bert yelled out, "Bombs away," and shortly thereafter, "Perfect! We've soaked the kids and they have a clear run. Look at 'em go!" 

After the corridor was made, Ian looked up. The view from the cockpit was the ridge looming in front of the flight path they were on. The next order of business for Ian and Anne was to save their skins. The good news was the influx of cooler air, caused by the water, made the fire on the ridge flair causing a tremendous updraft. The bad news was as low as they were flying the updraft was filled with smoke and flames. Drencher was flung upwards and barely cleared the ridge, although Ian swore he heard the sound of tree-tops scraping and banging the bottom of the fuselage, followed by sharp cracks. 

Smoke filled the cockpit making breathing difficult. The smoke made seeing where they were going hard as well until the venting fans cleared the cockpit air. Just as it looked as though they had made it out safely, clearing the fire zone, the engines started to misfire as they needed clear air to run properly. The engine problems cleared quickly as the designers had anticipated pilots having to deal with bad air in similar situations, though doubtless not one as seemingly suicidal as the one Ian and Anne had just flown.

Ian's next concern was about a safe landing. After what they had just been through he didn't trust that the landing gear would work properly but reasoned the watertight integrity of the hull should be okay. 

Ian got on the radio, "Drencher to Firebase," he paused, taking his finger off the mike button when a fit of coughing from the smoke overtook him, "Drencher to Firebase, Houston we have a problem. We believe we may have some fire damage and will be landing on the lake, repeat Drencher," he took another break to cough, "landing on the lake. Acknowledge please?"

"Base to Drencher, roger, Drencher landing on lake acknowledged." 

As they had a ways to go, Ian thought he would investigate Anne's earlier statement a bit.

"So Anne, how do you intend to find a thirty something lover when you're in your Eighties?"

"I have a plan." she enigmatically stated.

"Pray, do tell?"

"I'm going do whatever it takes to keep this body looking hot into my fifties. Then when the time is right I'll search the neighborhood for the horniest fifteen or sixteen year old teenage boy I can find. I'll hire him to do my yard work, teasing and flashing him until he's eighteen, then seduce him with fantastic sex so he'll remain my lover until I expire."

Bert chimed in, "Me too."

Ian looked at him with a bit of a smirk. "You're going to go looking for a fifteen or sixteen year old boy? I didn't know you swung that way, not that there's anything wrong with that."

Bert scowled at Ian and simply stated, "I don't Asshole." Landing on the lake did not require them to use any of the systems other than those they were already using to fly. As they started their landing approach, Ian started having doubts about just how watertight the hull would be. He called on the intercom, "Bert, keep a sharp eye open for any water leakage."

"Copy that, I'll let you know if we start acting like the Titanic."

Anne and Ian set down the CL-215 as gently as possible on the choppy surface of the water and slowed to taxi speed. Bert came up to the pilot's area and said, "It's leaking, but not too bad at the moment, but if we stay out here too long we might want to break out the bailing buckets." 

There was a sand beach with a road leading to it on the lake, so Ian decided the safest thing to do was to taxi the CL-215 to the beach then ground the plane on the sand. 

To speed up refueling the plane would normally taxi towards the beach, when in the shallows they would lower the landing gear to roll up on the beach to meet a waiting fuel truck. It saved about 20 minutes of down time doing it this way which allowed them to use the extra 20 minutes fighting the fires. 

The approach to the beach was a well-practiced maneuver as they had been using it for the last two days, so Ian did not anticipate any problems coming to a gentle stop on the sand. The only difference would be this time they did not lower the gear, afraid that trying to lower the wheels would cause the leaks to accelerate and they would sink before reaching dry ground. Drencher, as planned, coasted to a gentle stop with its nose firmly stuck to the beach.

After shutting down the flight systems they all climbed out the front hatch. The hatch was on the nose to enable a crewman, Bert, to attach a tow line to a boat if it ever needed to be pulled to shore. In this case, it gave them a perfect exit to shore without getting their feet wet. 

Ian was the last one out and as Ian jumped to shore Bert said, "You know if we started jogging right away we may be able to make the highway and hitch a ride out of here before the A and E's (airframe and engine technicians) arrive and try to lay a beating on us." 

Ian turned around to look at the plane. At first glance he wondered if Bert may have had a good idea. The tires, which are not covered in flight, were ruined as he had suspected. The rubber had blistered from the flames and both had essentially popped from the heat and were now completely useless. The acrid smell he had noticed in the cockpit was from the burnt rubber and the stench if it outside surrounding the aircraft nearly made his eyes water.

Added to that, the scraping sound Ian thought he heard did turn out to be tree tops grating the bottom of the plane, as evidenced by the branches jammed in the landing gear retraction system. It was unlikely that they would have been able to lower the gear even if the tires were okay. 

The bright yellow and Day-Glo orange high visibility paint was burnt off in places and the entire underside of the wings were black with soot. It looked as though... well, it looked as though it had flown through a forest fire. 

As tempting as Bert's suggestion was, there really was nothing left to do but wait for the shit to hit the fan, and did it ever.

While the airfield they were using as a base of operations was only 5 minutes away by air, it took about 30 minutes for the ground crew to arrive, with the tow boat on a trailer behind the maintenance truck.

As he stepped out of the truck, Terry, the head of the ground crew said disgustedly, "I see we won't need the boat. You dumb asses could have saved us ten minutes if you told us you were grounding it on the beach."

In mock fear Bert asked, "You aren't going to beat us up for this are you?" 

Terry answered, "No, though really I ought to for what you did to this plane. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind putting shackles on Anne chaining her up naked in the hanger as punishment for the whole crew."

Anne snorted, "In your dreams Terry, in your dreams."

Terry responded, "Hey, a guy's allowed to have fantasies isn't he?"

Anne had long since gotten use to Terry's juvenile behavior and no longer took offense. She tolerated it because she knew he was a damn good mechanic. She replied in a bored tone, "True enough but keep your bondage fantasies to yourself."

As she walked toward the old Chevy suburban the maintenance people had brought for them, all eyes turned to watch her. She was tall at five foot ten and built like the proverbial brick outhouse. She had long legs, a firm butt, nice sized breasts and blonde hair showing her Nordic ancestry and was indeed the type of woman who fueled men's fantasies. 

Terry continued, "The fire-fighting crew you saved reported what happened, so I'll cut you guys some slack this time. People are already starting to say you're heroes."

Terry then muttered, "Heroes my ass, look what you've done to this plane. Real heroes would have done the job, and brought the plane back in perfect condition."

***

You might think that being hailed as 'heroes' would be a good thing, but you would be wrong! The FAA, Federal Air Administration, hit like a ton of bricks, citing Ian with several violations the most serious which was the catchall 'dangerous flying'. To add insult to injury, or maybe it should be injury to insult, his license was suspended for medical reasons. They deemed the smoke inhalation was dangerous, and even if he did pay off the fines, he would need to be cleared by a doctor before he could be reinstated.

While the company was lauded for their work, the only thing the executives of Gawain Air Services could see was they had damaged their airplane. When the A and E's had finished their inspection they had declared the plane to be 'not airworthy', meaning they did not think it was feasible to fix it where it sat on the beach, and they could not fly it back to the airport maintenance shop.

In the end, it was flown back, slung underneath a Sikorsky S64 Skycrane heavy-lift helicopter.

When the A and E's finished their inspection at the base, they determined the plane was to be disassembled and shipped back to the manufacturer, Canadair, for a complete overhaul.

Gawain Air Services decided that although the publicity of saving lives was great, the bottom line was greater. They couldn't have their Captains going around pulling that sort of stunt for, in their words, "Their own personal glory." The company executives were not impressed and definitely not amused, so the crew got fired. Ian tried to convince them that he, and he alone as the plane's Captain was responsible, but their view was the others should have talked him out of the attempt to save those kids. 

Ian suspected that having to pay a crew which would not have a plane to fly for an unknown period might have had something to do with losing them their jobs. 

Being a bit of a fatalist he considered this to be all part of fate's practical joke department. They were getting dragged over the coals for flying too close to the flames, and at the same time being trotted out for various press conferences as heroes. 

During what turned out to be his last talk show, Ian finally had his fill of being lauded as a hero. The host had brought in several of the kids who been on the ground to create the, 'Ever so grateful hero worship" scenario. As Ian was now an unemployed hero, his response was one only those present got to hear the first word. 

"Bullshit. These kids, and all those who fight the fires on the ground are the real heroes. They willingly go into the dangerous areas on the ground knowing full well the danger they face. Our job day-in day-out is safe as can be, in a plane. That we, and I do mean it was a joint decision of the crew, chose to take the risk once, is no big deal. "These (pointing at the volunteers) are the true heroes not me." 

With that he stood up, shook the boys' hands, got hugs from the girls and left. 

Later, Ian did what any sane man would do. He retreated to his cabin in the woods about an hour drive north of Walla Walla, Washington and sulked. 

*** A little after a week of being back, Ian got so tired of the hucksters leaving messages on his phone trying to capitalize on his moment of fame, or infamy, he disconnected the land-line telephone. What really annoyed him was the damn thing was supposed to have an unlisted number. 

Disconnecting the phone did not turn out to be the best of ideas, as Ian nearly missed out on the little known, and rarely experienced, Fairy Godmother department of fate, as the disconnected phone hampered her work with him for close to three months.

Ian did have a cell phone but the reception where he lived was almost non-existent and required an hour drive to Walla Walla, before it would work. Ian gave out the number sparingly to those he knew. The only messages on that number were of the, 'Give me a shout when you get into town, so I know you're alive' variety.

After he arrived, and got settled in at the cabin, the second order of business was to make an appointment to see a doctor about getting the medical suspension lifted. The FAA wants to make sure all pilots especially commercial pilots are in fit shape. After this sort of incident they err on the side of caution and require the pilot involved to be recertified medically fit. In his case, as it turned out, they actually knew what they were doing with that suspension. Ian mused on the anomaly quietly, "Go figure, a bureaucracy that knows what it is doing." 




Ordinary Heroes



After going through the financial arrangements at the doctor's office, Ian was ushered into an examination room by a rather attractive young red-haired nurse. Young is a relative term, and in this case it meant she looked as though she was mid-to-late thirties, which in his way of thinking, was young. She was about 5'4 and had a rather careworn look to her. He was mildly curious as to why, but not curious enough to ask, so he simply looked at her name tag and asked, "Maureen, where do you want me?"

"Just sit on the examination table so I can take your blood pressure Mr. Cameron". 

"Please just call me Ian." 

A slight smile appeared briefly on her face with the invitation, though it slowly disappeared as she continued with her duties.

The Doctor arrived and they went through the usual deep breath, hold it, and again routine. 

"Well Mr. Cameron I don't like the sound of your lungs, and your blood pressure and pulse are both higher than I'd like. I am going to requisition a chest x-ray so you'll need to make an appointment with radiology to have that done. After you've had that done, check in at the office."

The x-ray was set for Friday of that week so Ian dutifully went, got the x-ray taken, and then went to the Doctors office for the appointment later that day. Once again Maureen took him back to the examination room to take his blood pressure. She was not all business this time. She stuck around and chatted a bit before heading out to parts unknown. Ian took the opportunity to take a closer look at her figure. It was nice but not spectacular. Light on the top and a little heavy on the bottom but all-in-all a pleasing package, and as everyone has their own idea of sexy, she fit his tastes perfectly.

When the Doctor arrived, Maureen was with him. Doctor Jones started asking Ian questions, "Did you recently have any sharp blows to your right side? Have you felt any discomfort on your right side?" 

"No and yes a little but not anything to write home about." 

"Have you had pneumonia recently?" 

"No."

"Any severe coughing fits?"

"Well yeah, when the cockpit filled with smoke, I coughed pretty long and hard, until shortly after we landed." 

Ian noticed Maureen suddenly looked up at him before continuing what she was doing.

"Well Mr. Cameron it seems you may have managed to do what most people consider an urban myth. You may have broken a rib by coughing, although it's more likely you banged it on something in the cockpit. Not only are your lungs still congested from the smoke but there has been internal bleeding and your right lung is partially collapsed. I am going to insert a large bore needle between the ribs in your back and suck the fluid out to re-inflate the lung. You might feel a little discomfort. Please take your shirt off and sit on the examination table."

Ian asked, "How could I have broken ribs and not know about it? I thought that was supposed to be very painful."

"The break is in your eleventh rib on the right hand side. Since it is not connected at both ends there is nothing that forces movement of the break so the general feeling of tenderness in that area is quite possible the only pain you would feel." 

At first Maureen was surprised that he was the 'famous' pilot. It aroused her interest, and she took the opportunity to take a good look at him while his shirt was off. She decided while he may not be ripped, his arms and torso showed he was not a stranger to physical exertion. His shoulders and chest were broad, at 6 feet and 190 lbs, she knew from his chart he was the right weight for his height, but almost looked skinny with his clothes on. She decided his face was ruggedly handsome, almost but not quite lantern jawed with marvelous hazel eyes. 

When he sat on the examination table Nurse Maureen, as Ian thought of her, stood in front of him and gave a little smile of encouragement. Ian took the opportunity to take a close look at her face. It was a very nice oval shape none of her features being pronounced or understated. When she smiled the skin beside her eyes crinkled a bit but it was the eyes themselves that really struck him. They were a gorgeous shade of green. If the eyes are indeed the windows to the soul, what Ian saw in those eyes was caring and kindness.

Dr. Jones definitely had a gift for understatement. Holy Moses, Ian had never been in that much pain in his life! He was now convinced Nurse Maureen was standing in front of him to play on his male ego to inhibit him from screaming bloody murder. He sat there and tried to carry on a conversation through clenched teeth. When the doctor finished, Ian breathed a sigh of relief. 

The Doctor then told him to get another x-ray the following Thursday and to make an appointment to see him on Friday.

"Wait a minute aren't you supposed to wrap the ribs or something?" Ian asked.

"No point, the rib has set itself. Fortunately your muscles held it in the proper place so we won't need to re-break it."

As Ian was leaving the office he ran into Maureen on her way out. As it was near 6 o'clock, he asked her if she knew a good place to eat nearby. She said there was a nice little mom and pop type restaurant about two blocks from where we are. It sounded good so he asked her if she would care to join him. She agreed, so off they went.

The place was exactly how Ian pictured a mom and pop restaurant should be, but seldom is. It had wooden tables with gingham tablecloths, fresh flowers in a vase on the table and the delicious aroma of food being cooked. They sat down at an empty table and ordered. 

After their waitress had left Maureen started off the conversation with, "I thought I recognized you earlier but it wasn't until you mentioned smoke in the cockpit that it clicked in that you were the flying forest-fire hero." 

He thought, 'Oh well, there goes all possibility of pleasant dinner conversation.'

His thoughts must have registered on his face as she laughed and said, "Don't worry you'll get no hero worship from me, though you and your crew definitely are heroes. I saw you on the show where you spoke out about the volunteers being the real heroes and I couldn't agree with you more. My twenty year old son, Colin, is a volunteer, and I have felt that way about the volunteers for years. I will, however, thank you for what you did on their behalf and on behalf of all the mothers whose children fight those fires. Even though he wasn't at that fire, he could have been and I pray that if he is in that situation, someone like you will care enough to risk it to save him."

The food arrived, and was as good as Ian had hoped it would be.

"I see," he said between mouthfuls, "That explains the somewhat careworn look on you face when we met." 

There was a pause then she replied, "No that's not it. I've only been working for the doctor for two weeks, before that I was a critical care nurse at the hospital."

"Okay, how does that explain the weary look?" Ian asked.

"Think about it," Maureen paused for a moment, "a nurse's job is to care for his or her patients. When you are in critical care you know that there is a good chance that any given patient is going to die on you. After a while it becomes harder and harder to give your patients the comfort they need. Over the months the stress accumulates until it starts affecting you. You start to burn out and lose your humanity."

I am thankful I realized what was happening in time and changed jobs. That is one of the things that impressed me about you, your ability to stay cool under stress, that and your ability to love."

"What the hell?" Ian thought, "How did she come up with that?" 

"How could you possibly reach that conclusion?" he asked with a bit of skepticism in the tone of his voice. "I am forty five years old and as far as I know, I have never truly been in love. My marriage failed, and although, I cared about her to some degree, and still do, I never really loved her. As far as I can tell she never really loved me. Of course the sex was great in the beginning, but when the crunch came she decided she was better off without me."

"Let me guess at first she fawned all over you then gradually she became bossier until finally she declared she didn't love you anymore and left. Am I right?" 

That was eerie. "How did you figure that out?" 

"Oh, I'm old." 

At this, Ian snorted. 

She gave him a dirty look then smiled and continued, "As I was saying, I'm old and have known women like her. At first they are attracted to the much hyped, Right Stuff, the cool, in control demeanor that pilots like you have. They don't seem to realize that it isn't an act, it's who you are. Sooner or later, they decide that they need more excitement and, vows or not, they leave. This kind of woman is the type who becomes infatuated with the strong silent model but does not bother to get to know the man behind the facade, so there is never really love in the true sense of the word." 

"Okay, so what makes you think I have the ability and capacity to love? And just how old are you if you don't mind his asking?"

"To answer your second question let's just say I won't see 40 again but I'm younger than you." "As for you first question: John 15:13"

"What?"

"John 15:13 and I quote: 'Greater love hath no man than this; that a man lay down his life for his friends.' And the greatest love of all, in my opinion, is a person prepared to lay down his life for those he doesn't even know."

"Bullshit, we just did what we needed to do to save those kids."

"Bullshit, right back at you. I heard the commentaries from the experts. They say there was no way you could have expected to come out of it alive."

"When we started the run it never crossed my mind that we might crash."

Maureen thought about that for a bit. From what she knew about him she decided that he would have concentrated on getting the job done and wouldn't have thought about crashing.

She continued on her original theme, "It's what's here," she said touching his forehead, "and here," touching the left side of his chest near his heart, "that matters. That you would think if you could possibly save them, and then, have your heart push you to proceed, shows that you can love. Don't even try to tell me that the thought of grieving parents didn't cross your mind."

"Cripes, that was just depression and a desire to end it all as a Hero!"

With that she burst out laughing at how completely illogical that statement was to what he had been saying about not being a hero.

After a few seconds, when her laughter subsided, she said in a mildly facetious tone, "I can tell by the way you are building up your heroism. Not to mention the 'We chose to take a risk. It's no big deal,' that being a hero is high on your list of priorities."

"Hey, I said I wanted to be a dead hero not a live one!"

"Uh-huh," she said with a grin on her face, stifling another giggle, smiling at how far he had wandered from what he had being saying just to avoid admitting he could love.

She then told him, "I promised some friends at the nursing home I would visit with them this evening. Thanks for dinner and I'll see you next Thursday when you bring the x-rays to the office." She kissed him on the cheek and strode out the door.

Ian had no sooner left the restaurant, when his cell phone started vibrating. He looked at the call display to see the caller was Bert, the flight engineer on his, or what once was his CL-215.

When he answered it the first words out of Bert's mouth were, "Don't you ever answer your phone asshole? Canadair has been trying to get a hold of you for weeks now. They finally asked if I could get ahold of you. They want to fly us up to Quebec to take publicity photos in front of the airplane you toasted like a marshmallow." 

"Oh, so now it's all my fault!" Ian responded with mock indignation.

"Can it! I am just as unemployed as you, and I need the money! They are going to pay us. Damn it, I was just about to jump in my car and drag you out if you hadn't answered your cell phone. Just be at the Walla Walla airport tomorrow at 9:00 a.m., you'll be picked up by one of their Challenger business jets."

He hung up giving Ian no chance to protest. 

Ian certainly had a lot to think about on the drive back to the cabin. 

First there was Canadair. Did he really want to go another round of hero worship? In the end, he decided it wouldn't be fair to the others, and while he wasn't hurting for money, besides there were those fines to pay and who knew when he would be able to fly again, and if he would even be able to get a job. Besides if the Fairy Godmother of Fate was looking his way this one time, who was he to stand up the old girl.

Then there was Maureen. What if anything should he do about her? Since his wife left him, he had few relationships, if you call them that, with women. The few he did have, he bailed out as soon as it was apparent there was no future, usually by the end of the second date, although one did last to the end of the third. Was the problem his? Was he just too gun-shy to get involved in another relationship for fear of being hurt? Her little speech about the head and the heart really got him thinking. Long ago he had read a quote that really resonated, 'Finding someone worth waking up to is better than finding someone to sleep with.' 

Could she be the one worth waking up to? Ian spent the final 40 minutes of the trip mulling it over. In the end he figured that he had better go through at least two dates to see if, as usual, he would find a reason to bolt.

***

Ian arrived early the next morning at Walla Walla airport. He had forgotten to ask what they were going to be paid and was a bit concerned he was just wasting his time. On the other hand he certainly had time to waste these days. Arriving early was not a good idea. Ian sat around watching the aircraft come and go. With every take-off and landing he yearned to be behind the controls, while wondering if he would ever get that opportunity again.

He watched an unfamiliar type of business jet approach and figured this was probably his ride. It looked similar to most of its kin, with twin jet engines in the rear under a T-tail configuration. The major difference was the size of the body. Most of this class of aircraft has slim sexy bodies and were like the fashion models of aircraft. This one was still definitely sexy but had more of the full bodied Marilyn Monroe figure. It pulled up to the ramp shut and down its engines, a safety precaution for both plane and passengers so nothing, especially passengers, got sucked into the engine. 

Ian had just gotten through the terminal door when the plane's door flipped down, and Bert appeared at the opening yelling, "How the hell are you boy? Get your ass up here." 

Ian boarded the plane and sat down in a very luxurious seat. It was soft leather that embraced him with plenty of leg and shoulder room. He had just sat down when the pilot came out of the cockpit and introduced himself as Chuck. After the introductions, the pilot explained that as they weren't paying passengers and it was a private plane rather than a charter, he was alone. He told Ian he was welcome to join him in the cockpit in the second seat. 

When Ian told him of the suspension, Chuck replied, "What they don't know won't hurt them." 

It was a couple of minutes later when Anne boarded the plane, saying sorry but she had been caught in traffic. She was introduced to the pilot as the co-pilot of the CL-215. Chuck looked at the statuesque blond and quipped to Ian, "I guess you know who will be flying second seat on the return trip." 

Suddenly, what Ian had feared to be a long boring trip across the continent proved very interesting with Chuck explaining all the innovations on the Challenger. Although he was a Bombardier staff pilot, he had never flow a CL-215 and was very interested in Ian's thoughts on its abilities.

Sadly in Ian opinion, he didn't get to fly the plane as it was on autopilot for most of the trip, and when it needed to be hand flown, he was not competent enough with the aircraft to fly it.

They arrived at Cartierville Airport, just outside St.Laurent which is a suburb of Montreal, at about 5 p.m. local time to be greeted by the executives of Bombardier Aerospace, who had bought out Canadair several years earlier. Interestingly, they did not receive a hero's welcome. In the company's eyes, it was their plane that was the hero and they, the crew, were just fortunate to be there because of the plane's heroics. Be that as it may, they were quickly taken to the hanger were Drencher was stored awaiting a major overhaul. The photographers did their work quickly and efficiently, and in no time, they were done.

They were then whisked off to the Ritz Carlton Hotel for dinner, and told they had a three bedroom suite for the night and would be departing early the next morning by the same means they had arrived. 

The dinner ended about 9:00 p.m. local time they went up to the suite and staked out our rooms. One thing about Bombardier, they certainly knew how to treat their guests. Ian being the Captain of the crew immediately took dibs on the master bedroom which turned out to have an en suite bathroom. The tub was huge with water jets. It was big enough that it could fit two people easily, three if they were close, close 'friends'. 

As it was only 6: 00 p.m., west coast time, Anne and Bert decided to go out for a night on the town. Ian decided to stay in and go to bed early as the lung problems really wore down his stamina. Knowing those two, it would be a frenetic evening with way too much alcohol, and little or no chance to hook up with someone even if he wanted to. Not, that he was a one night stand guy in any event. With Maureen on his mind, he wouldn't be good company, so all in all staying in seemed like the best plan for all concerned.

He had a hot shower having decided he wasn't interested in a bath without company, or at least a life guard, watched some TV then went to bed about 9:00 p.m. Washington State time. 

Sleep eluded him. Ian lay in bed wondering why after one date, hell it hadn't even been a date, had Maureen affected him so much. He had learned from his failed marriage that caring for someone lead to being hurt and had trained himself not to care too much about people. Caring about doing a good job was one thing, but caring for people led to heartache. He had, long ago, essentially become a loner on the theory that if you don't let people get too close, you don't end up getting burned caring too much for the wrong person. While he wouldn't admit it to himself, whenever he dated his subconscious looked for reasons not to care about the woman. 

Ian woke up the next morning at 9:00 local, 6:00 Pacific time, which worked nicely, as he normally, got up at 7:00 anyway. He had no idea when Anne and Bert got in, but they were dead to the world. He banged on their respective bedroom doors giving him the pleasure of rousing both of their, what he suspected were, hung over asses to make sure they were ready when their pick up came at 10:00 to take them to the airport. 

Not wanting to wait around to see if they got up, he went down to the dining room for the complimentary breakfast. 

They finally arrived just as Ian finished, but they did not look as hung over as he thought they would. Asked about their evening, they told him they had gone to a couple of Montreal jazz clubs. After they left the second club, they decided to just walk around enjoying the beautiful night and taking in the sites of the old city, Montreal being one of the oldest European settlements in Canada.

They were met at the airport by one of the Bombardier Aerospace executives. After being thanked again, they were all handed envelopes got on the plane and took off for Walla Walla. After Ian sat down, it occurred to him that he never asked how much they were being paid for this assignment. 




Ordinary Heroes



Opening the envelope, he saw a check made out to him in the amount of $10,000.00 U.S. He was pleased at their thoughtfulness in making it out in the currency the crew used at home. It wasn't until later that Ian checked the exchange rate and found out they had saved about $1000.00 by using U.S. Dollars. He smiled thinking, "I should have known that corporations don't do acts of kindness, unless there was something in it for them." None the less, the amount of the check was a pleasant surprise as it would help considerably to fill his financial needs until he was able to get back to work and find a job. 

When they disembarked, Anne asked if anyone needed a ride. Ian said he didn't, but Bert said, "I flew in from Seattle on the plane so I could use a lift. Besides I never pass up the chance to be alone with a lovely lady." 

Anne grinned and said, "Stop the B.S. you old coot and get in." 

Ian briefly wondered what that was all about, but quickly returned to his own thoughts. Mulling over the events of the last few days, he had to admit his little old lady Fairy Godmother of Fate had been looking after him. ***

After kicking around the cabin for a couple of days Ian called the Doctors office to speak to Maureen. Normally, he wouldn't have called her at work but he didn't have her number and couldn't look her up in the phone book as he didn't known her last name.

After a small bit of chit chat, Ian asked if he could take her to dinner Thursday when he was in town. After he hung up the phone he figuratively kicked himself, thinking he was already too close to caring for this woman, and seeing her again socially was a recipe for potential disaster. 

Ian arrived at the Doctor's office at five with the x-rays and was met by Maureen. She told him she would be another 45 minutes and that she had brought a change of clothes so she didn't have to go home to change for their date. 

He went for a walk to kill the time, too nervous to just sit still. As he walked he thought out loud, "For heaven's sake here I am 45 years old, and I'm as nervous as a teenager getting ready for his first date." 

Forty-five minutes to the dot, Ian arrived back at the doctor's office to find her waiting. He apologized for being late. She said she a just now finished up so he wasn't late at all. She was dressed in a nice caramel colored silk blouse, a nice pair of knee length black shorts with tan colored sandals. It was a bit freaky but her outfit matched what he was wearing, a black oxford shirt with tan pants and black casual shoes. 

They went back to Ralph and Edna's, the mom and pop restaurant where they had eaten before. They chatted about this and that and discovered a lot of the same interests, like golf in summer and downhill skiing in winter. 

After dinner was finished she said, "Ian, I have a spare bedroom so why don't you spend the night at my house to save travelling back and forth for your appointment tomorrow. We can watch a video movie this evening and just relax." She lived close enough that she walked to work, so they walked to where he had parked his Jeep Wrangler and drove the short distance to her house. 

After a bit of discussion, they settled on Casablanca as the movie for the evening. When it was over they talked for a bit and learned more about each other. She stood and started to stretch then winced. A little concerned Ian asked, "What's wrong?" 

"Oh nothing really, my back's just a bit stiff and sore." She answered.

"Lie back down on the couch and I'll give you a massage, these fingers are magic," he said a bit tongue-in-cheek. When he started to rub her back through the material of her blouse, she said ""Hmmm that's nice." She said in a breathy almost whispery voice, "There's lotion on the counter by the sink in the bathroom." 

Taking this as a request he went in search of the bathroom.

When he returned with the lotion, she had un-tucked the shirt from her shorts. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up a bit then put the lotion on her back. He started to rub in gentle circles on the small of her back then worked his way up her back. He marveled at the satiny smooth texture and the near perfect alabaster tone of her skin. The shirt road higher and higher until her bra strap was exposed. Maureen rose a little, undid the clasp, lay back down and with a soft moan whispered, "Keep going".

Ian continued on until he reached her shoulder blades and could go no further because of the bunched up material of her blouse. She again rose and slipped her blouse and bra off and lay back down, naked up top. Ian carried on with her shoulders moving into the nape of her neck. When he started massaging that area her moans of pleasure grew in volume and she purred, "Oh lord. Ian that feels so good, you have such strong fingers yet such a gentle touch."

Ian started to move back down expanding the rub to include her sides. When he slid his fingers over the sides of her breasts he felt a little shiver from her with the moans of pleasure changing, having a deeper almost aroused tone to them. He continued downwards until he reached the waistband of her shorts and could go no further. 

She said, "I know what you want," then lifted her butt and reached underneath and undid the button on the shorts pushing them down a bit. The short break came as a relief to Ian, allowing him to readjust his hardening penis from the somewhat painful position in which it had gotten stuck. 

He continued the caressing massage of her sides downward, pushing her shorts and panties as he went until the entire splendor of her rear was exposed to his view. With a mischievous smile he continued to slide his hand down her sides with just his thumbs grazing the sides of her cheeks. Her moans of relief changed to moans of arousal when his thumbs slid across her ass. When he bypassed her cheeks and continued down the backs and sides of her legs he could now perceive a note of frustration to her aria of sounds.

He continued downwards until he reached her knee then took a short break to slide the rest of her garments past her feet and off altogether. While he was doing this he leaned forward and gave her cheeks gentle butterfly kisses. He resumed the kneading of her flesh at her calves and once again the predominant tone of her sounds where those of relief. When he moved to her feet the moans relief once again took over completely. From her feet he went directly to her upper thighs. As he massaged them, he gently ran his index finger over her vaginal area. After gently teasing her lower lips he returned his attention to her butt. This time he applied lotion to the little finger of his right hand, teased her anus for a bit then slowly inserted the finger. He was rewarded with a moan of pure animal arousal followed by, "Oh God IAN YES."

When he removed his pinkie finger she rolled over. He was very happy to see not only was she a natural redhead but that she had a nicely trimmed pubic bush. When she spread her legs he was almost stunned by the pure sweet scent of her arousal. Now she was lying on her back he started gently kissing his way up, all pretext of physical therapy forgotten until he reached her breasts. 

Maureen apologized, "I know they're not much." Ian pointedly interrupted her with, "Shhh, I think they're gorgeous." Her breasts were small in size, still perky and shapely for a woman of her age. Based on the moans coming from her, they were very sensitive and responded to his every touch. After kissing and sucking on them for a couple of minutes he worked his way back down, spread her thighs and started to lick her pussy lips. The nectar she produced was every bit as sweet as her aroma had promised. As he started to work his tongue upwards towards her clit she moaned loudly and arched her back pushing her clit to his mouth. She was ready. Primed by his touch, it took only two licks and she gasped, "I'm cumming!"

Ian gently carried her spent body cradled in his arms- her head nestled on his shoulder, to bed. After he set her down he quickly stripped, and joined her on the bed. She looked at him with an expression that was a combination of lust and infatuation and said, "Fuck me, Oh god fuck me now." Aroused, he had no other thought than to get his cock into her pussy as quickly as possible. It would be nice to say that there then ensued a long session of love making, but the reality was that she was so aroused that she had an orgasm after about a minute. The incredible rippling and squeezing of her vaginal muscles was so overwhelming after the long tease, that it triggered his release. He lifted himself off her and she rolled over so she was lying on her side. 

Ian snuggled up behind and started to gently kiss the back of her neck. He got no response from her so stopped and listened. What he heard was the light breathing of someone who had fallen into a deep sleep! 

Ian got up, found the bathroom and relieved himself. When he returned to the bedroom he slowly worked the blanket and sheet out from under her, slipped into bed and snuggled up behind her again. 

Sleep did not come as easily for Ian. He lay there thinking, 'What have I done? This was supposed to be the second date where I decided if there might be a future with her and here I am in her bed having accidentally seduced her.' Eventually he decided that from his perspective there was every reason to continue their relationship, but was worried how she would feel about it in the morning, afraid she would regret having sex with him on the second date. He chided himself for thinking way too much and decided he would just have to wait and see. With that Ian drifted off to sleep. Ian woke up the next morning spooned with Maureen, his morning wood poking her in the ass. She was already awake and must have sensed he woke up as she said, "Good morning, Hmmm, I could get used to this." 

After a couple of minutes, she tensed up and said, "Look at the time I'm going to be late for work." She jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. After a couple of minutes Ian got up and had just started dressing when she came back into the bedroom. 

"You don't need to rush sweetie, just lock up when you leave and I'll see you at the office this afternoon." 

She paused, "Do you want to go out again this evening?"

"Of course, what makes you think I wouldn't?" he asked with a smile.

"Well I was afraid you would think I was a slut by having sex with you on the second date."

"Okay," Ian started, "first of all I don't like the term slut, and the demeaning connotations it has. If a woman likes sex it is nobody's business but hers.

Secondly, for some strange reason every woman I have had sex with, it happened on the first, or second date, and that includes my ex-wife. I gave up fucking any women who would have me on a first date while I was still in university. I decided it wasn't worth the stress and hurt feelings. Since then, I only have sex with a woman if I want to have some sort of a long term relationship with her. Because of that, outside of a 'friends with benefits situation,' it has been a long dry spell since my divorce."

Reassured by 'I only have sex with a woman if I want to have some sort of a long term relationship with her', she gave him a big smile followed by a kiss on the lips and headed out the door. Ian had his shower, got dressed with clean clothes from his overnight bag. Changed, he locked the door and headed for Ralph and Edna's Restaurant for a coffee. He sat there drinking his coffee mulling over the events of the previous day trying to decide just what he wanted. Getting nowhere, he paid his bill got up and starting walking, his thoughts coming clearer when he walked. 

After walking for an hour, it was time for his appointment. He stuck around after, and asked Maureen if she would like to go out to dinner again that evening. She responded, "Not really, how about I make you dinner instead?" 

That sounded good to him, so they stopped at the grocery store on the way back to her place. There is an old saying that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach which Ian never believed until after that meal. The Veal Scaloppini was incredible. 

As it was a warm summer's eve, after dinner they went for a stroll, walking hand in hand without consciously thinking about it through a nearby park. When they arrived back at her place it was it was around 9 p.m. When they reached the front door, Maureen yawned and said, "I'm really tired and think I'll go to bed early," then leaned over to give Ian a kiss. A little smile then appeared on her face and she asked, "Coming?" 

That night there was no lust driven fucking. It was a slow and gentle voyage of exploration.

They walked slowly, hand in hand, to Maureen's bedroom just enjoying the knowledge that they were together. When they stopped at the foot of the bed they kissed slowly and gently Ian savoring the feeling of her soft lips tenderly pressed on his. Their mouths opened slightly and their tongues met in a slow sensuous dance of affection. They broke the kiss and then lips moved to necks with gently kisses tasting the others essence, her femininity and his masculinity, smelling the scents of man and woman. 

Hands slowly moved to buttons, and buttons slowly undone, hands moving on flesh. Removing garments and exploring the sensuous feel of skin beneath fingertips. When all coverings were removed, they parted briefly, Ian moved to open the windows to let the warm summer breeze caress their bodies and Maureen moving to light candles to allow a low flickering light for them to see each other. They met in a tender embrace at the side of bed and Ian gently lowered Maureen to its surface. Though neither spoke a word, both knew this was to be a night of discovery, a night of exploration, of unlocking the mysteries of each other's body. 

Ian slid into bed next to her, his mouth moving to the delectable perky mounds on her chest. His tongue slowly traced around the edge of her nipples, which looked like chocolate confections that topped her breasts, before gently sucking one, then the other of the firm protuberances into his mouth and tickling one with his tongue while his hand gently kneaded the other.

Maureen was running her hands over his body feeling the firmness of his musculature and gently teasing his nipples with her fingers. When Ian released her breasts from his ministrations, she slipped slowly down his body kissing his now erect nipples then the bottom of his rib cage, and his navel until reaching her goal of his erect member. At the direction of Ian's hand, she turned and swung one leg over his chest so that she was laying on his torso with her womanly charms available for his oral attention.

Ian once again was close to the source of her heavenly sweet fragrance and was determined to explore all the intricacies of her womanhood he had not the previous evening. He used his tongue to trace around her vaginal opening, moving on to nibbling her outer lips then running his tongue up the groove of her opening and once again tasting the sweet nectar she produced.

Maureen for her part wanted to explore the instrument that so quickly took her to the heights of ecstasy the night before. She kissed the head of his penis, and used her tongue to explore its contours and texture. Her fingers slid lightly over his shaft and she marveled at the soft texture of the skin covering the hard inner core. She opened her mouth engulfing the head teasing it with her tongue enjoying the earthy taste combined with the musky aroma of his groin. She would have smiled if she could, when she heard the low moan from Ian when she applied suction to her prize. 

Having completed her oral exploration of his manhood, she swung her body around and kissed Ian savoring the mixed tastes of her juices on his lips combined with Ian's masculine essence. She slowly lowered herself onto his manhood intent on feeling every fraction of an inch of his passage up her vagina until he was fully embedded in her. She then lifted herself at the same speed delighting in the feeling of his flesh dragging down her inner walls. 

Ian laid back and let Maureen take control when she switched positions. As they kissed he felt sweet agony of the slow progress as she impaled herself on him. He reveled in her low, almost inaudible, moans mixed in with the sounds of the night drifting through the windows. 

Maureen then began to quicken her pace relishing the growing feelings of arousal until they built to the point where she could no longer hang on, feeling her orgasm sweep over her body.

The sounds of her ecstasy and the feeling of her contractions on his manhood triggered Ian into releasing his pollen to start their swim towards her seed.

They kissed again and just laid there on the bed holding each other enjoying the feel of the gentle breeze caressing their bodies and the sounds of the night relaxing their minds until they drifted off to sleep. 

***

The next morning, Ian awoke to the pleasing aroma of fresh coffee wafting into the bedroom. Reflecting on the night's events he could no longer deny he was hooked. He wanted, no, needed to see more of this beautiful woman. 

As he lay in bed, eyes closed, contemplating his desire and how to fulfill it, he felt a soft kiss on his forehead and heard Maureen's melodious voice say, "Good morning sweetie, I brought you a cup of coffee, although how you can drink it black is beyond me." He opened his eyes to see her standing beside the bed, disappointingly wearing a dressing gown, holding two cups of coffee.

"Good morning," he replied, sitting up and shifting so his back was supported by the headboard, "Well I can't understand how anyone can choke down a double cream, double sugar." 

Maureen laughed saying, "To each their own." then continued, "Last night was absolutely fantastic. Thank you so much for letting me control the pace. That was easily the most erotic experience of my life." 

Ian chuckled then replied, "I aim to please. Seriously though, thank you as it was the most erotic experience of my life as well, a gift that I doubt I would ever have received if not for meeting you."

He then asked, "If you got nothing on for this weekend how would you like to spend it with me at my cabin?"

"I've nothing I need to do and I'd love to see your cabin and spend the weekend there with you, just let me take a quick shower and pack some clothes."

She hopped off the bed and into the bathroom, dropping her robe as she went giving Ian a view of her magnificent posterior.

Maureen had only been in the shower for mere seconds when the shower door opened and Ian stepped in explaining, "I need a shower as well so I thought we could save time and water if we showered together and this way we get to have our backs washed." Running their hands over each other in the washing process had the almost inevitable result of arousing them.

Maureen locked her arms around Ian's neck, pulled herself up until she could wrap her legs around his waist and lowered herself onto his erection. Ian leaned her against the shower wall to obtain some leverage and began the ages old rhythms of man and woman. With the lingering erotic effects of the previous night still with them, it did not take long before they reached a mutually satisfactory conclusion.

When they had come down from their apex Maureen teasingly said, "Geez now I'm going to have to wash down there again!" 

The weather was warm and sunny in the morning, so Ian put the top down on his Jeep Wrangler to enjoy the nice weather. It turned out to be a mistake as the noise from the wind was so bad they had to shout at each other to be heard. Most of the trip was made in companionable, if windy, silence, holding hands when his right hand was free. 

The cabin was approximately a quarter mile drive through a conifer forest so couldn't be seen from the highway. He slowed when they made the last turn in the driveway to get her first impressions. 




Ordinary Love



Authors Note: This is not a quick porn story. It is a "romance" of sorts, so if you are interested in a quick read, this probably isn't the right story for you. Sorry. All of the characters are fictional, so if they bear any resemblance to someone IRL, they weren't intended to. Also, this is my first story that I have ever written – ever! Feedback would be wonderful. Thanks a bunch, and I hope you enjoy this!

S.H.D.

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I had never been unique or special, in any sense of the word. Growing up with siblings who are basically geniuses in one way or another tends to do that to a person. My family had been known for their exceptional talents and skills for many generations. Rarely was it to the point where we became famous, but in school and other smaller things in life, my family was well known. 

My parents worked ordinary jobs – both were professors at the local college. Although they didn't do anything "extraordinary" in that way of life, they had been top students in high school, as well as exceptional athletes. My father had been a figure skater, and had made it to the world championships when he was seventeen. Due to an injury he got directly before competitions, caused by a collision with another skater, he was unable to compete. My mother was requited to many top colleges on a basketball scholarship, but had to turn them down because she had gotten pregnant with my brother and sister.

My brother is the next Einstein. At least, that is what I said about him. Patrick was taking many college courses in high school, and was able to graduate from college only one year after leaving high school. Currently he's working on getting his Ph.D. at Stanford. To most that wouldn't seem like such a big deal. But considering he is only 23 years old, and is almost done with his schooling, it's a pretty big thing. His twin, Elizabeth, is just as smart but in a different way. She's not the brightest person when it comes to mathematics, like Patrick, but she's brilliant when it comes to art and writing. She has had plenty of short stories published in magazines, and dozens of her paintings have been sold for hundreds and thousands of dollars.

Not only are Patrick and Liz brilliant, they are also two of the most attractive people anyone would ever meet. Both are of average height for their respective genders, with tan skin, chestnut brown hair, and eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. To most it may sound average, but for some reason there is something about their looks that just stands out.

Compared to the rest of my family, I'm a dunce. I know I am smarter than many people, but compared to my siblings especially, I'm rather stupid. I got A's in high school and was 12th in my class – not bad in a class of 340. Aside from this, though, there was nothing special about me. I had tried almost every sport you could think of, and ended up quitting because I was never exceptionally good. Sure, I made varsity most of the time, but on the teams I was often on the bench, or playing for only a few minutes at a time. I tried acting, and failed miserably at it. I tried painting but the only thing that I could do was abstract – throwing paint onto a canvas. I did have an ear for music, and most of the time any instrument I picked up I could play well within a few days. But I never had the motivation to continue. The only thing that really set me apart was something that not many people wanted to admit. Marching band.

I was in the colorgaurd, as a rifle. You know.. tossing and catching a white wooden rifle in the air, doing silly moves that were supposedly graceful and beautiful but really just made you look like a dweeb. That was me. It was embarrassing because people were made fun of if they were involved in it, so I kept quiet. Most people realized I was in it, however, considering I was the captain of the rifles and I stuck out like nobody's business. Unfortunately, it wasn't the good way, like my siblings would have.

I was 6'3'', and towered over most of the people in the marching band, as well as anywhere else. Instead of having brown hair like my siblings, I had auburn which tended to look more red during the summers when I was in the marching band, outside for most of each day. Luckily I wasn't covered in freckles, but I had a fair amount over my body, especially on my shoulders and across my nose and cheekbones. My eyes were a "chocolate brown", as my mother said, but often thought they looked like shit. My body had always been rather lanky until I joined the marching band. Then, very slowly, I began to build more muscle. First it was my biceps and arms that naturally became more toned. Then I started working out on my own to enhance it. I was running every morning and lifting weights every other day. Eventually I started gaining more and more muscle and definition to my body, until the end of my senior year in high school I finally looked the way I wanted. Not overly muscled, but with plenty of definition and meat on my body. I no longer looked like a twig, but a healthy, strong man. Thanks to the marching band, I was also well tanned – although it only made my freckles stand out more across my body.

The only thing that I really craved in my life, now that I looked better than I had ever before, was someone to actually notice me. I had never dated in high school, as I was too shy to ask anyone out. The fact that I had also realized that I was gay didn't really help the matter. While being gay wasn't considered horrible, and no one was teased for it – unless they were extremely effeminate – it was still hard nonetheless. I wasn't "out" in high school, though I figured many people realized I wasn't straight considering I wasn't trying to bed any of the girls while most of the other guys were. I was too involved in trying to keep my grades up and finding something I was good at. So instead of worrying about finding romance in my life, I concentrated on my schooling and the marching band. Pretty dull, huh?

My last summer before heading off to college was boring, aside from the band. I had packed early for college, as I was excited to go out on my own and hopefully find someone to experience things with that I hadn't known for my entire life. It wasn't the best reason to want to go to college but hey.. could you blame me? I wanted a bit of romance in my life, since I hadn't experienced any thus far. The way I saw it, college was the perfect way to finally achieve that dream. 

I moved in to a top Private College at the end of August. My father wasn't able to help me move, but my siblings and mother had. Mom had cried a lot, since I was her "baby", and a few of the guys on my floor in the dormitories snickered as they passed by my room. Pat and Liz had tried to calm Mom down as they helped me get situated. Luckily they were able to stop crying – at least not openly – before they left. Although as soon as they left she began crying again. I reminded her I would be back at Thanksgiving and I would keep in touch, so she shouldn't have worried. After a too-long good-bye, they left and I was alone in the small room. My roommate hadn't come yet, though I was expecting him soon. We had conversed a few times through e-mail and MSN Messenger, and I knew his name was Brad but aside from that I didn't know much else.

About thirty minutes after my family left, I heard a key enter the lock of the door and my head automatically snapped up. Only a few seconds later the door opened and I think my eyes must have popped out of my head from sheer shock.

"Evan Cook..?" Brad looked shocked for a moment and then broke into a dazzling smile, "Wow! I didn't think you were my roomy. How weird is that?"

Weird didn't even begin to cover it. Out of probably 500 or so new college students, how the hell did I get paired up with the star football player from my high school? I had hoped to not know my roommate, seeing as that was typically what happened. Hell, some part of me was hoping that my roommate would have been gay too. That was utterly impossible now, considering Brad Parker was probably the straightest guy on the planet. He had had plenty of girlfriends in high school, and it was no secret that he was sexual with them. He was gorgeous, so I'm sure he never had any trouble bedding one of his girlfriends. He was an inch taller than me, with dirty blonde hair and brilliant green eyes. He was bigger than I was in both height and weight, due to the sheer muscle on his body. His skin was tanned had a few scars but aside from that he looked like a God. A God that I did not want to room with.

"Uhm.. hey, Brad," I mumbled before looking back at my laptop. I couldn't believe this.. the unlikelihood of rooming with someone from your high school was of such little probability that I hadn't thought this "Brad P." I was rooming with was the Brad from my high school. It wasn't such an uncommon name, so it never had crossed my mind. Furrowing my brows in frustration, I closed my laptop and jumped off of my bed.

"Where're you going?" Brad questioned me as he started to unpack his things. I raised an eyebrow at him before tilting my head towards the door.

"I'm going to go get something to eat.. why?" His asking where I was going was strange to me. We had never really talked in high school and although we were now rooming together, I didn't think he need to know where I was going. It wasn't as if we were best friends or anything.

"Well, I'm kind of hungry, too. You want to wait a few minutes? This won't take me long and then we can go grab something to eat and look around campus," Brad said it so casually that it almost sounded as if he thought we were friends or something. Although I didn't really want to get to know this superstar football player, eating with someone that I knew would be a bit comforting in a school where you knew no one else.

"Sure," I mumbled and sat back down on my bed to wait for him to finish unpacking. True to his word, it only took a few more minutes before we were off.

As I got to know Brad, he wasn't as stuck-up as I thought he would be. Surprisingly, we had a lot in common and became pretty close friends. When we weren't in classes, Brad and I hung out often together, but still went our separate ways. He had his "jock" friends and I had various friends as well. 

After awhile, I tried not to hang around him quite as much and often hung out with Emily, a girl I met in my Psychology class, rather than with Brad. She was quite possibly the sweetest girl I had ever met and had I not been gay, I'm sure I would have asked her out. The first time we hang out outside of class was at a local café – we were both avid mocha addicts. After we had finished our scones and were sipping at our drinks, she point-blank asked me if I were gay.

I coughed and looked up with wide eyes. Although I wasn't shouting out my sexuality from the roof top, I had promised myself that if asked I would tell the truth. However, considering I wasn't flamboyant and probably seemed more masculine than anything else, her question shocked me because I didn't think that I seemed gay.

"Uh.. how did you know?" I asked sheepishly as a flush started to appear on my cheeks.

Emily merely smiled at me, "Honey.. you've been eyeing Brad like he's the best looking chunk of steak you have ever seen."

"What?" My eyes widened at her comment. I had noticed that Brad was attractive – who wouldn't? – and had admitted to myself that I may have started to develop feeling for him, but I thought I was hiding them well.

"Don't worry about it, hun. I don't think he has noticed, but if I were you I would try not to drool when you see him," She smirked, raising one eyebrow as she looked at me.

I groaned loudly, rubbing at my temples, "I thought I was hiding it well.. Em, I can't fall for a straight guy!" Emily looked at me and frowned, seeming as if I were stupid and at that I frowned as well.

"What..?"

"Nothing, darling," She waved her hand before taking a sip of her mocha, "Just be yourself, okay?"

Be myself? When was I not? I frowned at her. Her words were confusing me and I'm sure she meant something by them. However, I over analyzed things a lot and I'm sure I was doing it now. 

Now that one of my best friends knew I was gay, things got both easier and harder. Emily and I often sat in our favorite café while talking about the guys who walked by the window, comparing who we thought was cute or not. It was nice to have someone to converse with, but at the same time, things were harder because now that I had someone to talk to, I realized that my feelings for Brad were slowly growing.

As the first semester passed and we began the second, spring started coming early. One day in early March, we had a sudden hot flash. Brad came into our room holding a football under her arm while I was reading a book.

"Hey, Evan! C'mon, a bunch of the guys are playing football," He said, grabbing my bookmark and book, saving my page and pulling me from my bed. I squeaked embarrassingly as I stumbled on the floor.

"Dude, I was reading that!" I said, frowning and trying to hide the blush that was starting to appear on my face from squeaking as I had.

"You can do that later. Let's go," Brad insisted as he threw my tennis shoes at me. Luckily I caught them before they hit me and grumbled as I put them on, while Brad just smirked and waited for me.

Once I had my shoes on we both headed out to an open clearing not far from the dorm rooms. People had already assembled into teams, with Brad and I on opposite ones. My team was determined to be skins and as I took my shirt off, I noticed Brad staring in my direction with a strange look on his face. We made eye contact and held it for a few moments before he looked away as someone on his team called his name. Frowning in confusement I shrugged as I turned back to my own team. The game began and after only 10 minutes many people were soaked with sweat. My team had the ball and as I ran towards the row of bushes that we decided we had to pass to make a touch-down, the ball was thrown my way. I caught it and turned to continue running when all of a sudden someone tackled me to the ground.

I grunted as I hit the ground and the body over me landed on top of mine. As I opened my eyes, I saw Brad grinning down at me. He stayed there for a few moments as his grin slowly began to fade as we looked at each other. For a moment he looked down at my lips and I almost thought he may kiss me when he suddenly rolled off of my body and left me laying on the ground.

I lay there for a second longer before getting up. Brad was heading back towards the dorms and people were calling after him. I heard him say that he remembered he had to do something quickly, and I frowned after him. The whole situation confused me, but I shrugged it off as just one of those things before joining the game once again.

After we decided to finish the game, I was walking back to the dorms when Matt Kasey ran up to me, "Hey, Evan. Listen.. I was wondering if you wanted to do something tomorrow night."

I looked at him curiously, "Uhm.. sure. What do you want to do?"

"Want to go see a movie or something?" He questioned, looking kind of shy and nervous. After looking at him for a minute I suddenly realized what he was asking.

"Do you mean.. as a date?" I asked, shocked at what was suddenly happening. He grinned sheepishly and nodded, waiting for my reaction. Although I didn't really know Matt very much, he was handsome. A bit shorter than I was, Matt had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I didn't feel for him what I felt for Brad but.. Brad wasn't gay, or even bisexual, while Matt obviously was. I nodded my head, "Sure. That'd be great."

"Awesome. I'll come to your room at about 6:00 tomorrow. Sound good?" 

"Yeah," I grinned at him, and said good-bye before watching him walk towards his own dorm building. I was shocked that I was asked out. It was my first date. When I got back to my own room, Brad wasn't there so I called Emily.

"Hello?" She asked as soon as she picked up her phone.

"You will never guess what just happened!" I said, my excitement showing in my voice.

"Oh, I know! Brad finally came around and you two just had hot monkey sex!"

".. Are you on crack?" I laughed, "Seriously, hot monkey sex? Honey, I'm gay.. I'm not a monkey. And no, it didn't happen. Brad's straight, you know that. But I did get asked out. By Matt Kasey."

"Wow," Emily didn't sound very surprised, which confused me. Shrugging it off, I thought maybe she already knew that he liked me or something, "Listen, honey, I have to go, okay? Someone is at my door. I'll talk to you later, alright? Love ya!" Before I could say bye, she hung up. Frowning I looked at my phone for a second before putting it down.

The next night I was finishing getting ready, putting on jeans and a nice button up shirt, when Brad walked in the door. He looked at me and smiled, teasing, "Got a hot date?"

"Actually, yeah," I replied and I ran my fingers through my hair. It was always rather messy at the shorter length I had it cut at, but Emily said that it made me look sexy so I trusted her. Obviously Matt liked it, so I assumed it looked good.

"Oh.." Brad frowned and watched me as straightened out my shirt. He sounded disappointed and surprised at the same time, but I ignored it, assuming he had just wanted to hang out tonight, "Who's the lucky lady?"

"Uhm.." Biting my lower lip I turned to face him. I hadn't told him that I was gay, because he had never asked. Before I could tell him there was a knock at the door. I went to open it and there was Matt, dressed in jeans and a polo.

"Damn, you look good.." He said appreciatively as his eyes ran up and down my body. I blushed, and must have looked like a tomato, "You ready?"

"Yeah," I said, turning to grab my wallet off of my desk when I saw Brad staring at me. He looked shocked and.. something else that I couldn't recognize.

"You're going out with Matt?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah.. listen, Brad, I was going to tell you but.." I hesitated, not knowing what to say.

Matt looked between the two of us with something shining in his eyes, a small smirk on his lips, "As much as I hate interrupting.. we've got to go or else we'll miss the movie. See you later, Brad."

I stared at Brad apologetically before Matt took hold of my hand and pulled me from my room. The movie was rather boring, and as Matt and I sat in my favorite café afterwards we both laughed over how stupid it was. We talked about many things. What we enjoyed, classes, our family, etc. As we were walking around the campus after that, discussing nothing of importance, I was surprised when Matt suddenly pushed me against a large willow tree. I looked up at him with wide eyes as he placed his lips against mine. I hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, but when his tongue slowly ran over my bottom lip I whimpered and started returning the kiss.

As I opened my mouth and our tongues entwined, exploring each other's taste, his hands began to roam my body, and mine began to roam his. I was so caught up in the kiss that I was surprised when his hand pushed against my erection. I moaned into his mouth and felt him smirk against mine. He continued to rub my erection for a few minutes as the kiss continued to heat up before he pulled his hand away and I groaned in frustration. Soon, however, I gasped he ground his own denim-clad erection against mine. I tilted my head back and let out a low moan as I thrust back against him. His mouth attached itself to my throat, suckling at the tender skin between my neck and collarbone, and I knew that this would be over soon. The sensations were too much and as Matt's fingers tweaked one I my nipples I gasped as I suddenly exploded, and image of Brad in front of me, rather than Matt. I felt guilty for it and didn't realize when Matt came soon after I did. He slowly kissed his way back up my throat and gently kissed my lips before pulling away and smiling at me. He looked almost sympathetic.




Ordinary Love



After attempting to clean ourselves up, we quietly walked back to my dormitory. Just outside of my room, Matt leaned in and kissed me chastely before pulling away and whispering to me.

"I had a great time tonight, Evan.." Smiling at me he looked at me for a moment, as if considering what to say next, "You should tell him."

Frowning at him, I tilted my head, "Tell what to who?"

"Tell Brad how you feel."

"Wh-what?" I stuttered, my eyes wide and shocked at what he was saying.

"Evan, I knew before I asked you out that you liked Brad. It's rather obvious to.. pretty much everyone. You needed tonight," He said with a shrug of his shoulders, "To get out and let loose. Next time, though.. maybe you shouldn't moan Brad's name as you come," Matt suggested with a sympathetic smile.

I stared at him, wide eyed and shocked, "I.. I did what?"

Matt merely chuckled, "Evan, it's fine. I'll see you later, okay?" With that, Matt kissed my cheek and turned to walk away. I stared after him for what seemed like at least five minutes before turning and entering my room. Brad was sitting on his bed, typing away on his laptop before he looked up at me. He stared at me for a few minutes, and it wasn't until later that I realized my hair was messier than ever, my shirt wrinkled from being grasped and moved around, and I had a noticeable hickey at the base of my throat.

"Have fun?" He asked, an almost angry tone to his voice as he glared at my neck.

I frowned before walking towards my bed, "Uhm.. yeah."

"Sure looks like it," Brad spat before moving his glare to my eyes from my neck.

"What's your problem?" I asked, crossing my arms as I stared at him in disbelief. He had no reason to be so upset. I couldn't understand why he was so upset in the first place. Perhaps because he wanted to play a game tonight or something.. I don't know.

"I don't have one," He growled before closing his laptop and standing up, "I need to go somewhere," Brad mumbled before leaving our room. I stared after him in shock and disbelief. Looking back at his bed I sighed before looking in the mirror and seeing what I looked like. I grinned slightly as I saw the hickey but then frowned as I remembered that I had moaned Brad's name when I came, and had been caught. Taking off everything but my briefs, I got into bed and stared at the ceiling, considering what Matt had told me before he left.

The next day, I still hadn't seen Brad and met up with Emily at our café to tell her what happened the night before. She smiled and listened intently, sipping at her mint mocha with a smirk. Tilting my head curiously, I asked her what she was smiling about.

"Nothing," Emily shrugged. Whatever she was hiding, I knew I would find out eventually, but for the moment it was her secret and she was not willing to tell me.

When we finished, Emily was looking at me strangely before looking down at her empty mug, "Don't you wonder why Brad was so upset when you got back?"

"Well, kind of. I think he just wanted to hang out last night and was upset that I had other plans," I shrugged. Emily looked up at me then and frowned before rolling her eyes.

"You know, sometimes I think that gay men are even stupider than straight ones."

"What?" I asked.

"Couldn't it be that Brad was.. oh.. jealous?" She suggested, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Why in the world would he be jealous?" I couldn't understand where she was going with this.

"Evan!" Emily suddenly exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air, "Because he likes you, you dimwit!"

I stared at her with a shocked look on my face, "Emily.. Brad is straight. Trust me, he doesn't like me."

Emily narrowed her eyes at me, and for a moment I was actually rather afraid of her. When she got frustrated or mad, Emily was really a scary girl, "Evan, every time he looks at you, it looks as though he is trying to fuck you with his eyes alone."

"No.. no, he's not," I stuttered, not able to believe that this guy from my high school, whom I had never really gotten to know before college, and whom I was falling for, could return my feelings. It was impossible to me. 

"Why else would he be so upset that you went on a date last night, and came back looking as though you had been thoroughly laid?"

I couldn't respond, just stared at Emily with wide eyes. I replayed everything that had happened since Brad entered our room that first day of college. All of the little looks, the light pushes, etc. were starting to add up. I thought of the day we played football and I took off my shirt. The look he gave me, now that I thought about it, was full of desire. And last night? Jealousy and want. My head snapped back up to Emily, dawning falling across my features.

Emily let out a sigh of relief, "You finally realize it."

"But.. how?"

"How should I know? Go ask him yourself," She insisted, then smirked devilishly, "And if you two have hot monkey sex, I want all of the details, you hear me?"

I chuckled nervously before leaning over and kissing her forehead. Slowly I got up and looked towards the campus. Taking Emily's advice, I left and headed back to my dorm. Brad wasn't there, but I figured he would be soon.

Sure enough, Brad came in ten minutes later, wearing the same clothes he had yesterday and looking miserable. I frowned slightly and stood up, "Hey.."

Brad looked at me for a moment before walking over to his dresser, "Hi."

"Listen, Brad.. about last night," I started, only to be interrupted.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, I do!" I suddenly said, narrowing my eyes. If what Emily said was right, then I wanted to hear it from Brad, and there was no way he was going to deny me the truth. "What in the hell made you so mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong and yet you acted as if I had just killed your dog."

Brad spun around, "What part of 'I don't want to talk about it' do you not understand?" He suddenly spat.

"What part of 'Well, I do' do you not understand?" I spat back, stepping towards him.

"Too damn bad, Cook. If you want to talk about this shit, then go ahead, but I'm not going to be here for it," He stated, grabbing a towel and making for the door. I growled and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him against the wall.

"We're talking about this, whether you want to or not," I hissed, dangerously close to him. Brad stared at me in shock. He was taller and stronger than I was and probably could have pushed me away without much effort. Instead, he just stared at me. His features began to relax and mine started to as well. Slowly, I saw his eyes look down at my lips, which were only a few inches from his. 

In the silence, time seemed to move all too slowly as we both stared at each other. Deciding to take a chance, and damn it all to hell, I moved my head forward and pressed my lips against Brad's, demanding a response but gentle in my actions. For a moment, Brad grew tense, and I thought I had made the biggest mistake of my life, but after a few more seconds he suddenly pressed his lips back against mine. One of his hands tangled itself in my hair, bringing my face closer to his own as the other ran down my back and the up and under my shirt. I shivered at the touch as I placed either hand on the sides of his face.

Brad's tongue and my own danced, and we fought for dominance as Brad began to push me backwards. My legs hit the edge of his bed and I fell down, Brad following me as he lay atop me. We parted, gasping for air as Brad sat up and pulled my shirt off of me, then did the same to himself. Our lips crashed together again as our hands started roaming each other's body. As our hands found the other's pants, we eagerly unbuttoned them and wriggled out, pulling our briefs off as well. As Brad lowered his nude body against my own, our erections rubbed against each other and we both groaned loudly. 

Brad started kissing his way down my neck and body, paying attention to both of my hardened nipples when he got to my chest. I moaned loudly, running my fingers through his short hair and urging him down. I could feel him smirk against my left nipple before he gently bit it and I screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he started laving it with his tongue once more. After assuring that I no longer felt any lingering pain on my nipple, Brad licked his way down further. Within another moment I felt a slick warmth lave at the head of my cock, and I groaned out loudly, his name being emitted from my lips in a deep growl. As he licked his way up and down my erection, my fingers dug into his sheets and I let out a choked moan as he wrapped his head around my dick and slowly started to bob up and down, getting as much of my erection in as he could. It wasn't that large, about six or seven inches, but it was rather thick. After a few minutes, and as I was getting closer and closer to erupting, Brad let my hard cock fall from his mouth with a soft "pop". He kissed his way back up my body to my mouth and kissed me feverishly. I heard him digging around in the night table next to his bed before he pulled away from me.

Brad's hair was clinging to his face and his cheeks were flushed. There was a small smile on his face as he looked down at me, "Have you ever done this..?"

"No," I said truthfully. My date with Matt had been the first sexual encounter I had had, "Have.. have you?"

"Yeah, actually," He admitted. My eyes widened in shock and he laughed lowly, his voice rough and husky from arousal, "Only a few times in high school. I'll tell you later if you want to know."

I was shocked. I thought Brad had been straight. Granted, right now it was obvious he wasn't, and I was utterly wrong.

"Are you okay.. with doing this?" He asked, looking down with concern, completely serious.

I smiled and pulled his head down, kissing him passionately. Figuring that it was answer enough, I heard Brad open what I assumed was a bottle of lube. Within a few moments, I felt a finger probing me and soon it was pressing into my body. I gasped at the first intrusion. I had played with myself before, so a few fingers weren't shocking. Brad continued to move his finger around before adding a second and scissoring inside of me. Suddenly, his fingers hit my prostrate and my body shuddered from the sheer pleasure. I groaned loudly, moving back against his fingers. After what seemed like decades, Brad added a third finger and continued his ministrations.

"Brad.." I gasped, arching my back as my prostrate was brushed against again.

"Yeah?" He smiled, suckling on my ear.

"Stop with the damned fingers and fuck me," I panted, looking up at him as he lifted his face from the side of my head. Both of our pupils were blown wide with lust and he smiled down at me. Brad tore a packet and took out a condom, rolling it down his length. I looked down at it for the first time and my eyes widened at the sight of it. Like mine, it was rather thick. It wasn't quite as thick, but it was also longer. It must have been about nine inches. Brad slathered it with lube before positioning it at my hole and looking down at me.

"Ready..?" He questioned. Brad looked down at me with so much concern and I smiled up at him. I nodded, biting at my lip as he pushed his cock against me. A moment later he breached my ring and a gasped at the pain. I knew it would hurt, but the sudden intrusion was more than I expected. I shut my eyes, trying to relax around him. Brad only had the head of his cock in me and it already hurt badly. I felt Brad lean down and kiss me, distracting me from the intrusion into my body. His hand grasped my cock and began to pump it as he slowly pushed himself further and further into my body. Once he was fully in my body, Brad waited, pulling back and watching me for a sign.

I panted, adjusting to Brad's length as I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was so attentive to me, waiting patiently for me to be ready even though I could tell he wanted to move. The tightness of my body must have been a lot for him. Letting out a long breath as I finally adjust to him, I wriggling my bottom and smirked as Brad shivered and let out a low moan at the feeling. Slowly he started he pull out, only to come push all the way back in. I wrapped my legs around Brad's waist and as he pushed back into me the third time, he hit my prostrate. I let out a long, low moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy and Brad immediately attached his lips to my neck. He continued to slam into me and as time continued and I moved with him, he got faster and harder.

Brad's hand once again started pumping at my own erection as he started to get closer to release. His pumping become more erratic and he began bumping my prostrate more and more frequently. We were both panting loudly now, moaning out, when Brad hit my prostrate again and came, thrusting as he spurt into the condom. A second later I followed him, calling out his name before he collapsed on top of my body.

We lay there like that for a few minutes before he pulled out of me, carefully taking the condom off and tying it before throwing it across the room and into the garbage. I must have fallen asleep soon after because later on I woke up to see Brad staring intently at me, I look of almost fear on his face. I smiled at him and then he smiled back, the look disappearing as I pulled him down and kissed him gently.

"Hey.." I mumbled once we pulled apart.

"Hi.." He replied, looking at me once again, "Uhm.. how're you feeling?"

I sighed, wiggling around a bit and enjoying the dull ache of my body, "Well fucked." I laughed and he joined me.

We lay together in bed awhile later before getting up and heading to the showers we shared with the dorm next door. Luckily the other two weren't using it so we locked both doors and showered together, soaping each other down and simply enjoying each other's company. 

Later on, Brad told me that he had liked me since our junior year in high school. He thought that I was far from ordinary, with my looks and talents. I couldn't believe it but nevertheless, he did. We began dating after that day. Of course we had our bumps, as any couple does. Our families were both rather shocked at finding that we were a couple, but after the initial shock they accepted us. I found out that Emily and Matt had planned my date with him, in an effort to get Brad jealous. I yelled at her for about ten minutes then forgave her because.. hey, it had worked. 

Most couples formed in high school or college don't last. Brad and I are now 38 years old. We've been together for twenty years. As I now watch him sleeping, the dawn light reflecting off of his golden skin, I can't help but thank whatever brought us together. Who would have thought that two people who all but ignored each other in high school would be destined to fall in love in college?

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Author's Note: Thanks again for reading this. Constructive criticism and comments are much appreciated. I hope this wasn't too bad for my first fic!

S.H.D.



Ordinary Married Sex



I thought I might share how we "normally" have sex with each other. Most erotic writing is about the "special occasion" stuff, but here's the kind of thing we do on the other days…

I was sleeping on my left side, facing away from him, hugging a pillow to my chest as I usually do. It began with the familiar touch on my right hip followed by a hand sliding down to the crease under my bottom. It was the middle of the night. Hubby was awake and was getting frisky. 

He was on his back and slid over beside me. He started groping with his left hand, doing who-knows-what with his right. 

Through the fog of half-sleep, I relaxed and enjoyed it. There wasn't anything I needed to do except lay here and get molested. His fingers explored around the crack and ventured between. Sometimes he held the cheeks open and slid a finger around; sometimes he just squeezed various parts of my anatomy.

His hand slid up to the side of my hip and the fingers slid around to the front. He had to reach a little, but he found the northeast corner of my triangle, fluffing the first few hairs and inciting a ticking/twitching sensation that spread quickly downward. 

He was still on his back. As I slowly reached consciousness, I could feel his hips thrusting, fucking some invisible woman straddled over him. I heard the soft humming of a vibrator throbbing as he pressed it into his member in rhythmic pulses. 

Next, his hand slid up my side and down my back, pausing at my tailbone to press me into the bed a little. These are the feelings I would have if he were hugging me from the front or had his arms wrapped around me. 

It's part of the deal. My body is his to play with 24 hours a day. The same goes for me, of course, but he does it a lot more often than I do. He gropes, feels, squeezes, explores and otherwise plays with me. It's soothing. It's a comforting, protective part of my life. I know I'm home and safe when I wake up to my husband’s hands gently groping me.

Soon, I was awake. I turned on my other side to face him and slid down under his arm, tucking my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug. We were both naked so he got to feel my boobies and I got some nice access to his hairy chest. 

My leg looped over his and I pressed my hips toward him. He likes to feel my inner parts and I like having them pressed into the muscles of his hip and thigh. He turned his head to kiss me and savor a few seconds of tasty tongue exchange. 

All the while, the soft hum of the vibrator pulsed as he pressed it into the base and rolled it up and down the topside of his shaft. I didn’t need to help much. His right hand and the vibrator would make him come. I could, however, add some extra flavor and texture.

Completing my embrace, I slid my right arm under him and ran my fingers across his chest to his right nipple. For whatever reason, he likes it when I play with that one more than the other. I used my nails to flick and scratch. His hips thrust even more. I kissed his ear and explored the forest of his chest, combing my finger through the hair. 

He was getting close. He moved his left arm from my shoulders down to the middle of my back, pulling me tighter. I hugged him closer too. I slid my fingertips down to his thigh and played with the little valley beside his balls, then went lower and pressed gently between them and slightly below them. 

He moaned... I tickled with my other fingers while my middle two kept kneaded the bump at the internal base of his dick. It was effortless but effective. He moaned again and squeezed me even tighter, crushing me with his powerful arm and hand. I closed my eyes. 

Here we go... 

He cried out just a little. I kissed his ear several times around the outer rim. 

His spasms were nice and strong, each driving his dick upward into the invisible pussy. I felt some of the come land on my forearm. The rest scattered, some on his belly, some on the top sheet. I slid my hand up the shaft and milked it. The vibrator moved away slightly and I gave him a finishing hand job. He had already had most of his orgasm and this was the polish. He could relax now and just enjoy it. 

All the muscles in his legs and hips and arms were taut. I put my index and middle finger back down at the base, at the bulge, and pressed, milking my way up the underside of the shaft. A big glob of come came out and oozed onto my thumb... I did it again... more came out. 

Switching to a lighter touch, I caressed the underside of the shaft with all four fingers and stroked the topside with my thumb. He was done throbbing but still had a few body-shivering after-shocks to go. 

I whispered, very softly, directly into his ear, "I love you." They were the first words we had actually spoken. He turned his head to me and slid his too-strong arm up my back, pulling my head to him with gusto. A rough, firm, invasive kiss was my reply. Then came a gentle peck on the lips and a lick of my lips with his tongue. 

He turned the rest of his body toward me, wrapped his arms around me and held me. I gasped and sank into the bed, letting him possess me. "I love you too," He whispered. His right hand slid down my back and cupped my bottom. He pressed his body into me and kissed me again. I giggled in the pleasure of uncertainty. Did he want more? Would he climb on top of me and fuck me? I didn’t care either way. I didn’t need it just then but I certainly wasn’t going to resist him.

He was still leaning, looming over me, and he was still hard. The tip was poking between my legs, poised and ready. It was wet and sticky. My arm was still sticky. His tummy was still sticky and there was a wet spot on the top sheet. I brought my left thumb to my mouth and licked the remnants of his come. The strong, dark, salty taste could be either an appetizer or a desert. The rest of my body ached to know its fate.

He pulled the blankets up, relaxed and hugged me tighter to him as we went back to sleep.

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Ordinary Women - Teresa



Teresa was an ordinary woman. She had married Nick 7 years ago. Things had been pretty good with them. She was happy with her life. Teresa had a job three days a week at the local bookstore. It didn't pay real well but it got her out of the house. It also let her do her second favorite thing, read.

Today she felt a little risqué; she wore a one-piece dress that zipped up the front from bottom to top. She wore nothing underneath it.

Since this was the middle of the week, there weren't any people in the store when she arrived. She took over from Jack and settled in to read one of the books. She was so into her book that she jumped when the door opened.

"Hi, welcome to Ron's Books," she said to the beautiful woman coming in the door. "My name's Teresa. Is there something I can help you with?"

"No thank you. I'm just browsing."

Well, okay, if you need anything just let me know."

"I will thanks."

The woman disappeared into the racks. Teresa went back to reading her book and more or less forgot about the woman.

Teresa began to wonder about the woman after she had been gone for a while. She put down her book and went looking around the store. She didn't see the woman in any of the racks up front and that only left the small room in back where the adult books were kept. She moved slowly into the small room. As she came around one corner, she saw the woman reading one of the books. Her skirt was up above her waist and Teresa noticed she didn't have any underwear on either. She must be doing something to herself because Teresa could see her rear end moving forward in time to the movement of her hand. While Teresa watched, she heard the woman breathe harder and noticed the movement of her hand and ass speed up. Suddenly the woman gasped and her whole body shuddered. She continued moving against her hand for a bit and then almost collapsed to the floor as her legs gave way.

Teresa couldn't believe her eyes. The woman had just hand-fucked herself to an orgasm right in the store. Watching the woman had turned her on. She moved back out of view of the woman and unzipped her dress. She moved her hand inside and started to move it up and down her pussy lips. It felt so good! A gleam came into her eye as she thought of a deliciously wicked thing to do. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She walked naked around the corner toward the woman.

"Need some help?"

The woman dropped her skirt and jerked around toward Teresa. "I uh!" was about all she could get out before she noticed Teresa's nudity.

Teresa continued to walk toward the woman until she was standing next to her. She reached out and rubbed the woman's tits through her blouse. Her nipples were still standing out from her breasts. Teresa tweaked them and rolled them between her fingers. She took the woman's hand and moved it to her breast. She seemed to recover from her shock and started to tweak Teresa's nipples.

Teresa moved her hand to the woman's head and pulled her forward. She licked her lips and tried to force her tongue past the woman's lips. Her lips parted and Teresa moved her tongue as far in as she could. The woman began to move her tongue past Teresa's and tried to get it down her throat.

Teresa moved her hands down to the skirt and pushed it down over the woman's hips. Once it was past the hips, she let it drop to the floor and moved her hand to the crouch. She was still wet from the last orgasm and Teresa's fingers slid in easily. She moved her finger in and out of the pussy while bringing her thumb up to the clit. The woman began to move against her hand.

Teresa pulled her head away from the woman's mouth and moved down and up under the blouse. She licked up the flat stomach to the tits and around the luscious mounds of flesh. When she reached the peaks, she took each nipple into her mouth and sucked it as hard as she could.

The woman responded by moving her hand down to Teresa's bush and began running it up and down the pussy lips. Each time she reached the clit, she would tweak it before she started back down. Teresa's breathing started to speed up as she moved toward orgasm.

"There's a recliner back here, let's go there."

They moved to the recliner and Teresa pushed the woman onto it and laid the chair back as far as it would go. She turned and worked her legs up past the woman's head and moved down to where she could lick the woman's pussy. The smell of sex was too much for Teresa and she started licking as fast as she could. She used her hands under the woman's ass to pull it toward her and tried to stick her tongue in as far as she could. She felt a tongue start licking her pussy and ground it into the woman's face.

Teresa could feel her orgasm approaching and tried to lick the woman harder. Teresa was so hot that it didn't take her long to go over the edge. She pulled her mouth away from the woman's pussy and screamed loudly as her orgasm pulsed through her body. As her orgasm passed, she went back to licking pussy until the woman started bucking beneath her.

After their orgasms passed, they lay in that position until Teresa heard the door open. She jumped up and ran to her dress, jerked it on, and hurriedly zipped it up. She went to the front of the store and left the woman to cover herself.

"Hi, welcome to Ron's. Can I help you?"

"No thanks," he said. "Are you okay? You looked flushed."

"I'm fine. I was in the back of the store and its a little warm back there sometimes. If you need anything, just let me know."

The woman came to the counter. "I would like these books please." She laid several books on lesbian sex on the counter.

"Oh, good choice," she said as she rang them up. "These are very good books. Thank you very much"

"No thank you," she said as she leaned across and kissed Teresa on the lips.

Teresa smiled as the woman left. She was no longer an ordinary woman especially to the woman bookworm.



Ordinary Women - Vanessa



-Dale

Vanessa was an ordinary woman. She was just in her mid thirties. She had married Ron just over 10 years ago. She was 5'6" and had a pretty good body. Not overly large in any area but nice. She and her husband had no children as they were still working on their careers. Her job gave her just about all the adventure she needed or, at least, it had. Her company had downsized and she had been laid off. Ron had not had the same problem, in fact, his job had expanded. He was on the road a lot and, even when he was home, he worked long hours.

Vanessa hadn't had any luck finding a new job so far. She scoured the papers but not much was going on. Money wise she didn't have to work. Ron made good money, especially now, but she was restless and wanted to get out and do something.

When she woke that morning, Ron had already left. He was going out of town and wouldn't be back for a couple of weeks. Vanessa felt useless. She had the whole day and nothing to do. She was at loose ends and didn't know what to do. She got up, took a shower, put on a robe, and went downstairs. It was odd to think that she could run around all day in a robe if she wanted. She use to look forward to dressing in nice clothes for work and now she wore an old robe.

She passed the morning watching TV. Even with cable, there didn't seem to be much on but what else did she have to do. She started to go upstairs to put on some clothes and go out to the mailbox. Maybe there would be something exciting in the mail, although she doubted it. At the last minute, she decided the hell with changing; she went to the mailbox in her robe. It was a nice warm day anyway.

As she went out, she saw several of her neighbors out tending to yards and such. Maybe later she would come out and mow her lawn. There didn't seem to be much in the mail. Oh, wait, what's this? A naughty clothes catalog! This might be interesting. She'd have to wait till she was inside though. As she went back in, she noticed several of her male neighbors had stopped and were looking in her direction. Guess they hadn't seen her much before and were wondering who she was. Oh, well.

When she was back inside, she started looking through the catalog. There were a lot of things in it that should only be worn in private. In public they would get arrested or be covered up and not seen. There were some interesting things that could be worn in public like one piece shorts and tops and very short shorts. A plan for some excitement began forming in Vanessa's head.

She went upstairs to look through her closet to see if she had something she could use. Looking through her clothes, she found an old pair of jeans she could make into shorts and a lacy scarf that was big enough for a top. She cut the jeans and tried them on. Nope, not short enough. She cut off more until it seemed as if her ass cheeks were barely covered and, if she bent over, they were hardly covered at all. The scarf required some special tying to keep it from falling down but she finally got it right. Now did she have the guts to go outside? What the hell, what else did she have to do but sit around all day?

She went into the garage to get the lawn mower. As she pushed it outside, she looked around to see if any of her neighbors were out. There still were several. When she had the mower out, she made a big scene bending over at the waist to look at the mower. The thought that anyone who looked could see a lot of her ass caused her to blush. 'In for a penny, in for a pound', she thought. Let them look as much as they wanted. She moved around to start the mower. The jerking of the starter cord caused one her tits to fall out of the top she was wearing. She quickly moved the scarf to cover it back up.

Now that the mower was running, she looked around to see if she was being watched. Her quick look showed that at least two of her neighbors were watching. She pushed the mower to the grass and started mowing. The mower didn't move through the grass well so, she pushed the handle against her stomach to help. The vibration of the mower moved into her pussy as she mowed. It felt wonderful.

At the end of each pass, she looked around to see how her neighbors were doing. There were several more now and most of them were not even pretending to do yard work. They were just watching her. The vibration and the lookie-loos were turning her on. At the end of the next pass, she stopped and pushed the mower handle down to make the turn. The vibrating handle hit right on her pussy. She stopped and held the handle against her pussy. The vibration pushed her over the edge into an orgasm. She was humping against the handle as hard as she could.

When her orgasm had washed over her and started to fade, she moved the handle out of her crotch. Her shorts were soaking wet. In the throes of her orgasm, the scarf had slipped off her breasts completely. She looked around at the audience she had gathered. Suddenly she was embarrassed beyond belief. She let go of the mower and ran for the house.

Once she was inside, the embarrassment she had felt outside began to leave her. Vanessa had found a relief to her boredom.

Vanessa was no longer an ordinary woman, she was extraordinary; especially for her neighbors.