10 comments/ 17853 views/ 6 favorites True Love Lost By: luvkitten I woke up and turned over. Francis was already awake. He was watching me. I sat up and moved the blanket away from him, I straddled his legs though I was careful not to put my weight onto him. I reached to the side table and picked up the bottle of massage oil the doctor had given us. It smelled vile, Francis said he couldn't smell it, he couldn't smell anything. I began rubbing it into his skin, keeping my touch gentle enough not to hurt him but firm enough to make a difference to his pain. He turned over when I had finished his stomach so that I could work on his back. "Do you want breakfast or do you want a bath first, to wash this stuff off?" I asked quietly. "I'm not hungry." "You never are. You need to eat though." I left him in bed as I went to run the bath water and then returned to help him up. He steadied himself on my shoulders as I led him into the bathroom. "Do you remember when that massage would make me hard?" He whispered as I helped him out of his shorts and into the bath tub. I nodded then picked up a cloth and began cleaning him. The drugs had stopped working, the doctors had told him he had to give up the recreational drugs in order for the medicinal drugs to work. He'd given up the medicinal drugs on the basis that the recreational drugs at least made he feel better. He'd given up on life. When he was dressed, I helped him into the living room. Josh, his home help support worker, was already making breakfast. Christina had moved out when Francis stopped taking the drugs. Josh was here to help him prepare for death. I left to get ready for work while Josh encouraged Francis to eat before he took anything illegal. Francis was just moving the food around his plate when I got out. I ate my food listening to Josh talk to Francis. I kissed Francis' cheek before I left. He smiled. **** "Undress, come out here and kneel down. Wear your collar." Francis said when as soon as I got through the door. I glanced into the kitchen. "Josh is here." "I know." "I don't want to do this. Are you sure you're asking me to do this?" "Yes." I nodded and went to do as he had asked. When I went back out, Josh was sitting opposite Francis, both of them were watching me. I bit my lip and then walked over and knelt in front of Francis. He patted me on the head. "I'm going to die soon." Francis said, his voice was low. His hand still in my hair. "Even if you would let me, I can't fuck you but I don't want to die knowing that I've prevented you from having sex. You're still a virgin right?" I nodded. He didn't have to ask. "I'm going to give you to Josh. I'm going to watch him fuck you tonight, I'll show him how to please you and then he'll look after you when I'm not able." "I can look after myself." "I know, eventually, you'll be able to look after yourself but in the days, weeks, months after my death, you'll be lost. You'll need someone to treat you like I do but you won't find anyone until you meet a guy who hurts you. Instead, I give you to Josh and he'll treat you right because I will train him. You won't have to explain what you like because I will tell him and then, when you are ready, you'll find someone else." "I don't need anyone to look after me and I don't need you to choose my lovers for me." Francis smiled, then he began to whisper. "You will go into the bedroom, you will get our toys and you will bring them out here." He watched me as my breathe quicken, he'd be smirking. I could sense him smirking at me, even as I walked away from him. I went to the bedroom and got the toys he'd brought for us after I'd left him and returned. I put them down in front of him and then knelt down again. "Kneel in front of Josh." I moved round so that I was facing towards Josh, I kept my eyes down so that I could only see his feet. Josh reached out and stroked my hair as Francis began to instruct him in how to please me. Josh pulled me to stand up by my hair then he took the two nipple clips that Francis had held out to him. Josh rubbed a finger over each of my nipples and then attached the nipple clips. I gasped then squeezed my eyes closed as Francis told me that he'd brought new toys especially for this event. Josh grabbed my cock, I looked down to see him holding two more clips. These ones were longer and didn't have teeth in them, like the nipple clips did. Josh clipped them onto my balls. "Why don't you scream for me? You know thats what I want to hear." Francis said. I looked over at him, frowning. He grinned at me. "Bend over the arm of that chair so that Josh can beat you." I moved round to the chair and then bent over, attempting to keep my cock and nipples from touching the chair in anyway. Josh moved behind me and began rubbing his hand and the paddle across my ass before landing three blows on my right cheek. I jumped, causing my cock to hit the chair arm in front of me. I gasped, Francis had been getting weaker for a long time. His beatings were never this painful anymore; I wasn't use to it. Josh continued beating me until Francis decided that I'd had enough. Josh pushed a single finger into my ass, it was slightly cold and slick. "He's loose for a virgin." Josh commented to Francis, while adding another finger into my ass. Francis explained to him about the anal plug and his games with my ass. Josh began spanking me again, only stopping because Francis told him to. I sighed, thankful that Francis knew my limits. "Kneel." I turned and knelt in front of Francis, close enough that he could touch me. He was smiling at me, he ran his hand across my cheek. "I want to see you fucked. I want to know that you've experienced it in my lifetime. I want to know you'll have someone to look after you even if you don't need anyone. Will you allow me this? Will you let Josh fuck you?" I could say no, he was allowing me a way out. He'd be disappointed but he wouldn't make me do this. It was as if this was his dying request. It didn't mean I loved him if I granted his dying request. I nodded at him. "Just one time, Francis. Just tonight. You want me to do this, I'll do it tonight. Please, don't ask me to do this again." "I won't ask you again but I won't mind if you do it again, if you choose to do it. Go get on your hands and knees, face me. I want to see your face." I moved into the position he'd asked me to and closed my eyes waiting for Josh's touch. Francis insisted that Josh wore a condom even though Josh claimed he was clean. Josh's fingers were cold again when they entered me, stretching me and preparing me for his cock. He ran his hand down my back as he positioned his cock against my entrance, he began tugging on one of my nipple clips and he entered me. I finally screamed for Francis when Josh was fully buried in me and he pulled the nipple clip from my nipple. I looked up at Francis, he was grinning, he was always grinning and he was smoking, nothing legal. Josh gripped my hair, forcing me to keep looking up at Francis. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Josh fucking me. He was moving slowly, pushing all the way in before slowing pulling himself all the way out again. He was dragging it out, maybe Francis had told him I liked things slow, maybe he was waiting for a reaction from me. I pushed my hips back to meet his strokes. That must have been what he was waiting for, he moved his hand from my hair and gripped my hips with both hands, holding me still as he began to thrust into me. I dropped my head and gasped as Josh's hand wrapped around my cock, pulling it roughly and occasionally knocking the clips on my balls. "Come for me, sexy Silas." Josh said, spanking my ass quickly before returning his hand to my cock. His teeth locked onto my shoulder smothering his scream as he came. The feeling of his cock pulsating into my ass and his hand on cock finally sent me over the edge. Josh pulled out of me and gently unclipped the ball clips, I inhaled sharply at the pain. "Clean that." Francis said, reminding us that he was there. I frowned at him then bent down to clean my come off the floor as he enjoyed watching me do. He stood up, patted me on the head and went to his room as Josh picked me up and took me to his room. There seemed to be a pre-arranged agreement that I sleep with Josh. He took me into the shower and began washing both of us. He kissed my shoulders, my neck and my back as he washed me. I didn't resist him when he dried me and then took me to his bed. **** I woke up the next morning with his weight on my back, he was gently stoking my ass. I moved and turned over so that I could face him. He kissed me. "Thank you for last night. I know it was for Francis and we won't do it again but thank you. It was amazing." He said. I felt the blush rising in my cheeks and turned away from him. He kissed me again. "Do you enjoy this lifestyle you have with Francis? He told me you were submissive when he hired me but I didn't think it was like that. Last night was intense. I didn't think he'd just tell you to do it like that. This is your virginity and you just allowed him to give it away for you. If you like this then it will be hard for you to find someone who cares for you so much as to only hurt you as much as you can stand." "I won't look for anyone else. I only do this because Francis tells me too. I don't like it." "You don't like it at all? Why do you do it then? It seems to turn you on." "Francis turns me on. Francis likes this. Without Francis, I won't do it. I hate feeling out of control." "Was last night ok for you, then? With me?" "That was for Francis, you know that. I've only said no to him once, and that was about him fucking me. I left him over it. He promised never to ask me about it again. I could have said no to last night, he wouldn't have made me do it." "But he knew you wouldn't say no. He'd already pushed you so far into it, it would have been harder to stop at the point when he asked you than it would have been to continue." I looked at the clock, realising I had to go to work this morning. Josh didn't understand the relationship I had with Francis and I couldn't blame him; no matter how I tried to explain it, in my head, I didn't fully understand it. I didn't like Francis controlling my life, I didn't like feeling out of control but it did turn me on. The feel of the collar around my neck, the way he spanked me, the way he made me come, the way he made me lick it up; it embarrassed me but I couldn't deny that some part of me enjoyed it. "I have to get ready for work." I got out of the bed and left to go to my room. Francis was laying on the bed, awake. I pulled the blanket down and straddled his hip, grabbing the massage oil. He smiled at me as I began my massage. "I didn't think you'd do this today." He said quietly. "Did you play around some more after he took you to bed?" I shook my head, asking him to turn over. "You did enjoy it didn't you?" "Yes." He sighed, as if relieved that I'd enjoyed it. I went to run his bath and then helped him into the bath and washed him. He took hold of my chin after I'd dried him. "I love you, Silas, you know that don't you?" "I know that, Francis." "And I know that you love me, even if you never tell me." "I'm still here with you. Love is giving your life to someone else. You have everything I am." "And thats how I know you love me." He kissed me. "I would like to hear you say it though." I got him dressed and took him into the living room, Josh was preparing breakfast. The routine was back in play after last night's break of tradition. I went to get myself ready and then ate the food Josh had left for me. Francis watched me eat as he pushed his food around his plate. I kissed him before I left, whispered that I loved him and left. **** "What's going on? Who are these people?" I asked going into the house, Josh's hands were on my shoulders, not allowing me to move away from the door. There were people going in and out of Francis' room, of my room. Francis' doctor was just leaving the room. "Is Francis ill?" "Silas." Josh gripped my chin and pulled me to look at him. "Francis died this morning, while I was out shopping. I came back and found him." "Francis. He was ok this morning." "I know." "I want to see him." "Ok." The people left the room as we went in, Josh's hands still resting on my shoulders. I looked over Francis' body, he was wearing a different top to the one I had chosen for him this morning. I pulled up his sleeve, there were fresh track marks on his arm. I looked up at Josh. "When I came in, I found the drugs around his bed. He was probably in pain, just took too much. He wouldn't have done this on purpose. I clean up and changed his top. There won't have to be an autospy, the doctor had predicted a death in this time frame if he came off the medication and so wasn't surprised by it." I nodded. "He wanted to be cremated. Have you phoned his parents? They'll want to see him before anyone takes him away." "They're on their way. He went through everything with me, he didn't want you to worry, you know he didn't want you to have to do all this." I nodded. "He hands over responsibility of me to you last night and then dies today." "It was accidental." Josh took my arm and led me to his room. "I'll get you some fresh clothes, take a shower." As I sat on the bed, Francis' doctor came in and sat next to me. "If you need to talk to someone, just call me." I nodded. I didn't need to talk, I just felt numb, it didn't even seem real. He'd be in the living room, later, telling me to kneel down. This was just an interlude. Real life would continue soon and real life had Francis in it. "I'd feel better if you had a HIV test. Francis talked about you since the time he met you at school, almost ten years ago now. I kept asking him to bring you to have a test. Maybe you've had one with your own doctor?" I shook my head. "Ok, so come and see me. Anytime, after hours if you want. Come and I'll sort it all out." He patted my knee and then left the room. Josh came back into the room and handed me some clothes and a towel. I stood up to go into the bathroom, Josh put his hand on my shoulder and handed me my collar then he left. **** The room was empty when I got out of the shower. Francis' room was empty as well. Empty of people anyway. Josh was cooking in the kitchen, he smiled at me as he watched me walking from the living room to the bedroom and back again. I couldn't settle, I couldn't sit down, it felt wrong. There was no routine, no orders. I had nothing I had to do. "Silas." I turned to him. "Kneel down and stay down." I stared at him. "Kneel down." He repeated firmly. "I need to be naked first and you shouldn't repeat yourself." "I'm not going to become Francis for you. Just kneel down." I knelt down then dropped my head down and started crying. Josh came over to me and hugged me, holding me until I stopped shaking. "I need Francis." "You'll be ok, Silas. You're a strong guy, you're just used to having Francis around. You'll be ok, with time. I'm here for you. I'm going to take care of you." He stood up and led me to his bedroom, where he picked up the collar and attached it around my neck. True Love Lost Knowledge She looked up into the mirror for the tenth or so time and then down to her glass again. She stirred her drink for a bit sighing as she did so and feeling old. It was her thirty-fifth birthday and she felt all the weight of those years resting on her. The couple of drinks she'd come in for hadn't been enjoyable like she'd hoped for. Then again her past 35 years hadn't been exactly as she hoped for either. A smile broke across her face at this thought yet it wasn't a happy one but a cheerless thing. She stirred her drink some more before drinking it down before she could decide whether it was time to leave or not the elderly bartender was there like magic to refill her. At eighteen when she'd gone to the intensive nursing school she thought she was setting herself on the right path. She'd be helping people and putting herself in a well paying and in demand job field. At eighteen she'd been foolish enough to put her personal life on hold for school. Four years later when she graduated with honors she'd already been lined up for a job. Of course at twenty-two she'd thought there was still plenty of time for a social life and so the decision to work as much as she could to pay of her bills and to set her career on the right path seemed logical. Somehow she'd kept chugging along and when she hit thirty she knew that she should slow down but that goal always seemed a month or two away. Now five years had passed since she'd told herself she would stop taking so many shifts and start taking her friends up on their offers to hook her up. Except of course she really didn't have friends anymore. Somewhere along the way she'd lost touch with most all of them and her only friends now were co-workers. The only co-workers she considered friends were barely married or completely single with just as little of a social life as herself, for the same reasons. To many overtime hours and too little energy to do anything after work was finally over. Her school debts were paid and she owned her own home and she'd paid her car off within eight months. Lots of money in the bank and yet she felt that her sisters who were both pretty much living paycheck to paycheck had more than herself. Her sisters who had married a year apart from each other and gotten pregnant at the same time. Both of them older by three and five years and both with three kids and seemingly happy marriages. She hadn't seen a man naked without a hospital robe on in nearly two decades. The thought strayed up like it always did quick and like a snake strike. The sting of the initial bite and then the dull ache of the poison. She'd been sixteen when she'd lost her virginity and at seventeen and a month away from graduating when she'd gotten the scares of her life. The memory of those long days after the time of the month came and went without her period. She'd been frightened to her core of what her parents would do and if her boyfriend would even stay with her. Then of course came the really bad news going to school with the shadow of pregnancy hanging over her and having her friend come to her. She came bearing the gift of gossip that her boyfriend and possibly father of her child had been cheating on her. Not just cheating but sleeping with the slut of the school who everyone knew had crabs or herpes. When the doctor told her she was clear of diseases and not a mother to be she'd been relieved. That had been the reason why she'd devoted herself to school and then work seeing how much of her future could have been ruined. Not that she thought a child would be the end of the world but certainly would have been a strain on anything and everything that might come after. Plus even though her teenage mind had been sure that she was totally in love with her boyfriend at the time some nagging part of her brain was always whispering that there was no chance it would last forever. "Hey," Her eyes went to the mirror and saw a handsome but much younger man standing behind her with a smile on his face, she felt flushed all of a sudden giddy that he might be trying to put the moves on her, then she forced some realism into her brain. "This is going to sound like such a bad pick up line but do I know you?" "I don't think so," She said turning in her stool to face him and he looked at her face pointing as if he could just not recall where he knew her from. He was young and very attractive she found herself unable to help the quickening of her breath or to stop the instinctual pushing out of her chest. "I honestly don't get out enough. So you must have me mistaken for somebody else." "No, I don't think so." He shook his head closing his eyes for a moment and seemingly trying hard to remember where he knew her from, then finally he shook his head. "You're so familiar though." "Maybe I got one of those faces," The words came out and she was embarrassed by them if he was trying to hit on her she was not doing anything to help him out. Yet when she thought hard of what else to say all she could come up with was slutty responses and she didn't want to be the old lady in the bar trying to pick up all the younger men. "I work at the hospital if you've ever been there you could have seen me." "No, I just moved into town, going to the University." Her breath caught in her chest when his eyes did trail down her body and then back up again. "Maybe I should visit though." "Yeah," Stupid answer a disheartened smile crossed his face and he shrugged and then stepped away from her. "Sorry for bugging you," He said reaching into his pocket and placing a five dollar bill onto the bar, the bartender looked his way at this move. "Get her another drink on me please." A nod from the older man behind the bar and her young admirer stepped back again. "Sorry again enjoy your day." "Uh..." She started but couldn't think of anything and her eyes went to his ass as he walked away, at least she'd gotten a small present on her birthday. Of course she'd botched it up completely. She returned to her drink and stirred it wanting to leave. Yet some part of her hoped that he would come back or maybe she'd get courage enough to go seek him out. The rest of her drink and into his drink and he didn't return and she was more sure it had not been flirting but maybe he'd actually thought he knew her. She ordered one more after finishing the one he'd paid for and then rose from her seat. The small present she thought had been nice, had only soured inside. Leaving her feeling older and more lonely. Thirty-five and her future of being single seemed a guarantee. She thought she'd go to bed tonight and in the morning she might wake up and be sixty living in her same empty house and living her same empty life. As she exited the bar/restaurant she saw HIM standing outside he was on his mobile phone looking as if he didn't have good service. Slowing she took a moment to try and catch her courage. To see if she could somehow muster enough guts to ignore the fact that she could make a fool of herself and go flirt with him a little. It had been so long since she'd flirted she almost had no idea how it was done, so long that she wondered if she'd ever done it before. He was so handsome and so young a large part of her couldn't believe he'd ever been remotely interested in her. He was so attractive that she almost couldn't pass up the opportunity to try. "Hey, can I call you back." He said when he saw her standing there watching him and whoever was on the other end must have answered because he flipped his phone closed. "Not a good night?" "Not a good night and not a good life." It was the most truthful of answers she could give and his brown eyes filled with sadness for her, he stepped closer. "Some idiot stood you up? Well that's his loss. If I was your age I'd be blessed to get a chance to go out on a date with you." He cringed when the last sentence was out and she fought the frown from coming to her face but lost. It was meant to be a compliment but it sounded as if he was talking like she was fifty, he shook his head. "That didn't come out as cool as I hoped it would. I didn't mean that you were old just that you were older than me and so... Oh shit. I just thought you are beautiful and very attractive MILF... or woman... lady. As well as somewhat familiar!" His stammering didn't make him less attractive to her, but more so. Heart beating more rapid in her chest she couldn't help feeling good that she had him flustered. The slight unintended age insult slipping from her mind as he tried to recover. She had heard, certainly years behind everyone else, what a MILF was and a smirk came to her face. Her body somehow felt more sensitive almost instantly and she found herself wishing she was wearing something besides her scrubs. The breeze, the places her clothes touched her body, and even his gaze seemed somehow to be more than it had a moment ago. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked and he nodded his head looking as if he didn't trust himself to speak. "Do you really think I'm at all attractive?" "I do! You do look familiar but you're also probably the sexiest woman I've seen in a long time. Maybe you don't think so maybe other guys don't think so but you've got a great body." He was right she didn't think she had anywhere near a great body to much work meant very little exercise and while she knew she was far from huge, there was no denying the little extra weight. Yet she couldn't believe her clothes did much to accentuate her good areas and hide her bad, scrubs were not made for sexiness. "I'm serious. I've never been into anorexic women. I love a woman with curves." "I'm thirty-five today," He nodded his head at her admission but she was watching his face and no disgust or surprise came across it. "I'm nineteen," Stepping a little closer brought the scent of his cologne to her nose and she felt her breath quicken even more. "You're a gorgeous thirty-five year old and I'd like to wish you a happy birthday." "I've been a work-a-holic for my entire adult life." This brought a frown to his lips and he looked sad for her and yet it brought him another step closer. "Maybe you've never been given a good reason to change your priorities," He reached out and brushed a loose piece of her light red hair from her face tucking it tenderly behind her ear. "I've only had sex with one guy," There was surprise this time but it was quickly replaced by something while completely unfamiliar took only a second to recognize, as arousal. "That's hard to believe," He said instead of something cheezy like how he'd want to be second. "And it's been nearly twenty years." A lot more surprise flashed across his face dropping his jaw a little and she nodded at him. He didn't have an answer this time. "Like I said not a good night or a good life." "I want to change that," The tone of his voice was almost desperate and he took her hand. He smiled at her biting his bottom lip to keep himself from saying something stupid. One hand still holding hers the other raising to tuck the constantly loose piece of hair back behind her ear his fingers tracing across her cheek. "Could I get your number, maybe, and call you sometime?" "If I go to bed with you tonight will you still be this interested in me after?" She asked him and while his brown eyes light up there was no hint of deceit in his eyes and solemnly he nodded his head. The words had barely gotten out of her but his nod and the look on his face made her want to offer herself to him forever. She felt a hole in her heart that for all these years she'd been missing out on somebody looking at her in this manner. "My place is forty-five minutes away." "I'm right over there," He pointed over his shoulder at an apartment building snuggled in a slightly wooded lot tucked behind the string of restaurants, bars, and retail stores. "You've got protection?" She asked feeling her face turn red for asking and he nodded pointing at the apartment building again. "I probably had to much to drink and drive anyway." He took her hand sweetly and started down the alley between the buildings it was darker back here without the lights of the stores but she didn't feel worried with him. A small part of her was insistent that she should not be doing this that something had to be wrong with her head for her to be doing this. Yet the rest of her realized that she'd given up to much of her life to waste already. She didn't think she could give herself to a string of one night stands but this man seemed so different than any guy she'd ever talked to. She'd felt instantly connected to him somehow for no reason she could explain. "I don't even know your name," She said stopping as they stepped into the woods not worried but pressing her back against a tree and looking at him, she must have seen this pose done in a movie once and tried to be as sexy as possible. "You don't even know my name." "Your name is Heidi," He said pointing to her name-tag and she looked at it and smiled opening her mouth to tell him that was the name she used at work but he went on before she could. "My name is Rick Well..." They both looked up as the car of screaming girls circled around the drive-through of one of the fast food places. Maybe the girls could see them and were screaming thinking they were up to something dirty. Maybe they were just being teenage girls and screaming but whatever the rest of Rick's last name was she'd didn't hear it. It wasn't important as she hoped that there would be plenty of time for them to share particulars later. Whatever it was it was long though and he didn't seem to notice that she might not have heard, because he didn't repeat himself. When she looked back at him he slipped in close to her taking her baited body into his arms. He pressed himself into her and her tighter against the tree and then leaned in kissing her softly and experimentally on the lips. The contact of his hands and body drove her nipples to hardness and his lips on hers washed away whatever had been in her head. She hungrily wrapped her arms around his head and started the most passionate kiss of her life. They're tongues met and it seemed their bodies together raised the temperature around them twenty degrees. She was suddenly sweating were a moment ago she was almost too cold. This kiss went on and on warming her spirit and her body more. His right hand hooked her round hip and pulled their crotches together and she could feel his hardness. The idea that kissing and just that could make him hard was the greatest compliment she'd ever been given. Automatically she did her best to grind herself against him and this brought moans from both of their throats. His other hand slid under her flowered scrub blouse probing her sides and running across her belly and then across her back. A spike of worry at her weight flared as he did this but if anything his contact with her made him more aroused. His moan turned to a growl of hormones and he humped back into her. He shifted his body so his cock was now pushing into her upper thigh and hip she let out a small squeak of loss. The contact had been wonderful her vagina felt like it was making up for the years of disuse by soaking her panties with juices. Yet a squeak turned to a near scream of delight. His hand darted across her stomach and then down into her pants. It was right on target hand finding her bush and finger slipping between her lower lips. Her clit was pulsing with her heart beat and the contact of his finger made her spasm in pleasure so hard she nearly hurt her head slamming it back into the tree. It was three circles of her clit and then her crotch started to emit wet sounds that proved how hot she was. "Holy fuck!" He groaned breaking the kiss and pushing his forehead into hers their eyes locking as he continued to rub at her sensitive bump. "Oh holy fuck your so wet! You smell incredible too." She noticed the odor now that he said something the strong heady scent. It wasn't a smell that she herself found completely alluring but the gleam in his eyes and the deep inhales he took in through his nose made it a certainty that he did like it. This just increased her arousal and her fingers ventured out and found the large bulge in his pants and started rubbing at it. The idea that she should have had this feeling years ago resurfaced. It seemed everything about her turned him on. How he had eyed her up inside the bar. How he had said she was beautiful. The way he looked at her red hair. His delighted groan as his finger skimmed across the belly she was ashamed of. And now the strong scent of her incredibly aroused sexual organ. "Your fingers feel so good," She said then he was dipping a finger up and inside and it felt like a hundred times thicker and longer than she knew it was, it felt like heaven. "I want to taste you. You smell so good I know you'll taste fantastic." She blinked even when she had a boyfriend all those years ago he'd never done that act. Of course she'd heard about it before she'd have to be a nun not to have. Whispers from her friends at work on their husbands or boyfriends didn't do it enough. Talk now and then about how nice it was for a guy to do it. At those times she'd always thought it was kind of dirty and gross. All the stuff that happens down there and then to allow somebody you love and care for to lick and taste on all of that seemed mean. Now though she couldn't help but not want him to do it. Her reasons before for thinking it a gross act groundless. She wanted to give him what he wanted. She wanted to be worshiped. The thought of him down on his knees before her would make her feel like a queen with a eager servant. She'd never felt like a queen before and her job pretty much set her as the servant. "Eat it, yes!" She hoped that was the right terminology for the act she kissed him quickly once more and pushed him down in her eagerness. "Fuck you want me licking you that bad? Heidi I love an eager woman. I love to eat pussy too." She nodded to his question her breath catching in her lungs as he tugged down her pants and panties like a magician pulling the tablecloth from a fully set dinner table. "Oh fuck Rick I need it!" She liked her name being said while he was talking dirty and wanted to return the favor. "Your wish is my command my Queen," His finger was still slowly working inside her but his seemingly reading of her thoughts aroused her just as much as that working digit. She looked right to left before she nearly hurt herself again. There was nobody standing around watching them a car sitting and ordering at the fast-food queue but no sign if they could be seen in the shadows of the trees or not. She didn't know if she cared or not that she might be on display. It would be a much larger compliment to be seen with the young and so much out of her league Rick than it would be shameful to be seen naked by others. The idea that they were in public doing a completely obviously sexual act aroused her even more if that was possible. Clunking her head against the tree again hurt but in the most distant of ways. A man's tongue was running through her gash for the first time and all the stories she'd heard about how good it felt had been understatements. Her fingers latched onto his head and she moaned her pleasure way to loudly. Looking down she gasped again as she saw him looking up at her the enjoyment in his sparkling brown eyes was obvious. He loved her taste. Groaning from the flavor he rolled his tongue down and down and then pushed up inside her. She moaned louder pushing his shaggy blond hair back making sure she could see that look in his eyes. He grabbed at her ankles pulling her shoe through the pants and then putting her leg up on his shoulder. This allowed her to sort of hump his face and he seemed to want that as well. He grabbed her ass pulling her into the movement and while she couldn't hold the position when she got to the top of her hump he was able to get his tongue deep deep inside her. Her fingers ran through his hair their eyes locking then looking down at the action, she could barely see this around her breasts by leaning way forward near curling around his head. His hand stopped pulling her into the motion and began running across her ass gripping and growling his enjoyment. It was the most thrilling thing in the world to know that he kept completely accepting her body parts. True Love Lost Knowledge Suddenly her breath started to hitch in her chest. She'd get so much of an inhale then it would lock. The feeling between her legs was almost enough that she thought she could float on the bliss. She was tingling from toes to the tip of her head. Then a sudden wisp of a breeze catching a feather and carrying it away something she'd never experienced before hit her. His one finger became two and it was in that instant that he flicked his tongue across her clit and curled his fingers inside her that she melted. Never did she think that any moment could be as tightly packed with relief and bliss. Vaguely she heard him talking to her, coaxing her to give him more. At the edge of her awareness she could feel a intense rushing feeling from between her legs but had little care to think about it. "Fuck yes more!" His voice suddenly broke through her cloudy mind and her eyes snapped open. His hair and shirt was darker than before blond locks looking brown now. A stray thought of his looking familiar flicked in and then out of her head. His face was glistening as if he'd just got caught in the rain. His fingers curled up inside her making her body spasm with fresh waves of sensitivity and she realized what had happened to him, something from inside her had squirted across his face. "That's so nice of you." He curled his fingers again a dozen quick times and one last spray emerged before the sensation was to much for her. She grabbed his arm and pulled it out of him then slammed her legs together. "That was the single most erotic and kinky thing that's ever happened to me. Please tell me you do that every time you orgasm." "Every time..? orgasm..?" She caught his words her brain come back to her more slowly then her senses had and she shook her head and then shrugged. "That's never happened to me before. I've never had an orgasm before." "I want to give you a million more whether you do that or not. I want to give you a billion more if you do that all the time." He reached out as if to touch her again and she spasmed before he even got close so he reached down and helped her with her pant leg. Once she realized what he was doing she helped him and he pulled her pants up careful to not do it to quickly. "Come on let's finish this at my place." She worried if she could take anymore but already the feeling of oversensitivity was leaving her the panties which had felt itchy as wool when back on quickly became normal. Thinking about having more orgasms made her want to rush ahead and get to getting some as quickly as she could. By the time they broke from the woods she was leaking wetness again. Of course it hadn't been a quick trip out halfway through she'd caught sit of the dopey grin on his face and had to kiss it off of him. She tasted herself but felt to infatuated with him to care if some might consider it gross, even to care if she thought it gross or not. The taste on him wasn't bad either. A small part of her worried it was pee but it smelled more like her pussy had when he was fingering her than when she used the toilet. It was incredible that she'd done it and even more than she'd found a guy that liked, no, loved it. She kissed him and they walked a little more and then the taste had time to settle on her tongue and she stopped him and kissed him again, it was a flavor that quickly grew on ones palate. "I do taste good, no wonder you liked it down there." She said finally after the fifth time she stopped him and he'd given her a curious look. "You keep this up and I'm going to start believing you're the perfect woman for me." This admission caused her to giggled and look away only now he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. He broke it breathing heavy and looking at her the adoration in those brown eyes of his so easy to read and so glorious to feel. "Now I've decided it. You're the perfect woman for me. That giggle couldn't be any cuter." She did it again unable to help it and he swung her around as if in a dance as they exited the woods. They headed straight for the doors of his place oblivious of their mussed up clothes, his rampant erection, his face and hair and shirt slick, and the front of her pants looking like she'd peed herself. There was a couple of people going about there business but only one guy looked oddly at them but then they were inside. He led her to the back and then down a half a flight of stairs and unlocked an unmarked door. Through it was doors to each side the one on the left open the glowing flickering light inside proving somebody was watching TV. There was couches of varying shapes and designs in this room lining the walls except where there was a door. Rick led her to the right door, apartment 21B opposite of 21A. "Rick we were about ready to come join you but Paul wanted to catch the rest of the game, oh." A female came out from 21A and stopped at the doorway as Rick struggled to get the key in the door. She was a short girl with Spanish heritage round but seemingly better proportioned than Heidi thought she herself was. A smile quirked the corner of her mouth as she surveyed the scene and Rick turned to her guiltily. "I guess your not so keen on going out anymore, huh?" "Well, I sort of met somebody. This is Heidi and Heidi this is my friend Elena." The corner of her lips still smiling she nodded her head to Heidi but her eyes went to Rick, looking down at his still rock hard cock pushing visibly at his pants. "What have you two been up to?" She asked and Heidi dropped her face to look at the ground keeping her body turned just enough that his friend couldn't see her wet clothes. To Rick, "What's all over your face?" "Just leave them alone Elena." Another person came out of the apartment a man who was smiling and shaking his head. He looked to Heidi. "You'll have to forgive my girlfriend she thinks Rick is her son half the time and her OTHER boyfriend the rest of the time. She can't help but get inquisitive. She means no harm." "Thanks Paul," Rick said clicking the door open finally and taking Heidi's hand he pulled her inside, calling over his shoulder. "See you two later. Have a goodnight!" "You're a jerk!" Came Elena's voice from the other side of the door as Rick was pulling off his shoes, he was either pretending not to hear or didn't hear at all. She watched him struggle with the laces a smile crossing her face even while she listened to the conversation on the other side of the door. "He doesn't even need that sort of thing. Picking up a girl at the bar and taking her home after just meeting her. That's not like Rick! I mean I'm glad to see he's finally over Diane but really? That woman could be his mother!" "She kind of reminds me of you. If you were Irish instead of Mexican." Paul said his voice cool and calm his girlfriends berating seeming to not effect him a bit. "Same body type and such." "You think?" She asked and Heidi was certain that Paul would have to get angry at her words, she sounded hopeful and happy at the same time. "Wonder what was all over his face?" "She squirts probably," Paul not sounding angry at all but still that cool and calm tone. "Like we saw in that porn on the internet?" He must have nodded his head. "That's hot I'd like to see her do that. She IS pretty cute for a MILF." "Live squirt show would be very interesting. While she is hot I doubt she's a Mom though," Paul was sage-like and Heidi just couldn't believe her ears. Somehow he'd figured out what she did which seemed an almost impossible leap of logic to her. She'd known nothing about the act at all and somehow he'd figured it out. Not only had they figured it out but they hadn't been repulsed by the act. Much the opposite they'd looked it up and been witness of other women doing it on the Internet. Yet it told her the act still must be rare as neither had seen or knew a woman that squirted. Both wanted to see a non-cyber demonstration of her uncommon extra orgasmic act. Even more than that they both admitted she was attractive, she wondered when she missed Rod Sterling and the Twilight Zone music. "Earth to Heidi. Come in Heidi." Rick said and she snapped back to reality loosing the thread of conversation on the other side of the door and coming out of her thoughts. She thought she still might be a little spacey from her explosive climax. "Oh glad to see you back." "Sorry," She said but he closed in on her obviously not caring where she'd been and their lips came together once again. She couldn't help herself now that they were alone she pulled up the back of his shirt and let her hands slip under his belt and waistband. His firm ass filled her hands and she cooed into his mouth as their tongues tentatively swirled each other. Yet he wanted more pulling away from her lips and kissing his way to her earlobe sucking it into his mouth. She'd never thought of them as sensitive but a sudden moan escaped her mouth and she bucked her hips up at him. This invigorated him even more and when she heard a mumble coming from the other side of the door she realized that the other couple was still out there. Some part of her wanted them to hear but she felt that they would obviously be going all the way soon and she didn't want the end of her near on twenty year chastity to be a public affair. It took a moment to pull him off of her neck where he had moved too. A little bit of time before to actually get the will to grab his head and then some more to push him away. He stared at her and she smiled giving him a quick peck before slipping around him. A few steps into the apartment showed it was fairly large but easily set up. The kitchen and the entertainment room were the first area and then a hallway down the middle looking to be a bathroom at the end and maybe a bedroom right and left. Remembering another movie she undid the buttons of her scrubs blouse and then tugged it over her head. She was just safely in the shadows of the hall when she turned around to look at him and dropped it on the floor. So far everything she had or done seemed sexy to him so she hoped this wouldn't disappoint him. "Oh you little minx," He started after her and she giggled and leaped for the few steps to stand at the bedroom doors. The one to the left was nearly closed but the right was wide open. She looked both ways surveying the two rooms as she stepped out of her pants and threw them back at him. He caught them but had to take a couple steps back and this bought her another couple of seconds. The room to the left called to her more just the simple quality of everything and what proved it was the boxes sitting piled up to one side. The room to the right had a more lived in quality to it with no boxes and posters of bikini clad women on the walls. Her Rick was not the type to ogle celebrity skin. Especially if his attraction to her and his words earlier were true, these women were the type she was not. Very skinny and to perfect to be natural. She went left reaching behind herself and unsnapping the bra tossing it out into the hall making sure it hooked enough that it hit the wall and not sailed into the other roommates room. "There is not much you can do now that will stop me from believing you were created just for me," He said as he entered the room and easily caught her panties that she tossed at him that dopey grin she felt she could easily love on his face. "What gave it away? The boxes?" "That but only half as much as the posters." She said smiling as he dropped her clothing down into a pile inside his room, he cast a glance over his shoulder at the posters across the hall in the other room. "Believe it or not Maggie put those up and not Jerad." The door closed and the only light in the room was what was coming through the closed curtain. She had no idea who those people were but that they were his roommates didn't need to be guessed. The light flicked on and he stood staring at her up and down for a solid minute. It was hard to resist the urge to tug his blankets around herself or to try and hide as much of herself as she could some other way. The first thirty seconds were the worst feeling uncomfortable and the suspicion that he might get this first good look at her and then shake his head. Shake his head and she'd see that bulge drop and drop and drop and then he'd toss her clothes at her. After the thirty seconds he smiled and shook his head looking unbelieving that he could be so lucky and she couldn't believe her luck either. Her body tingled again with his gaze and she felt like a worshiped queen once more as he took in the beauty he saw in her. Coming to her only after pulling off his own clothes she was treated to the sight of a naked man in full light for the first time. Back all those years ago things had always been done in the back of a car parked in a dark lot at night. The one time she'd had sex in a bed had been at a party with couples doing the same on the ground around them. There had never been time to really look at her boyfriend back then and she suspected even if she had not much would still be remembered. He didn't give her a strip show but he also didn't race to get his clothes off. Tugged off his shirt and tossed it down looked at her a bit more and pulled off his undershirt. Traced fingers across her open thighs and then pulled off his pants removing his socks before pulling his briefs down. His manhood was revealed as she straightened and her eyes gazed on it. She wasn't intimidated by his size and neither was she sure that it was small or undersized. Somewhere she'd heard the average male penis was 5 inches and she guessed he was near that if not a bit more. Mostly she noticed the hair around his penis was short way shorter than her own. When she was younger she'd seen a porn where the guy's dick had been coming out of long black pubes. It had always remained in her mind as The Image of a penis that would pop to her head when one was discussed. It had looked unwashed and the hair so thick she couldn't see the base of the penis. Rick's though trimmed nicely and certainly shaved it into order, was completely the opposite. Reaching out for it and he aimed that way letting her enfold her fingers around his member. Fingers wrapping around the base she tightened her grip and then relaxed getting the feel of the organ then dragging her hand up till just the head was poking out and aimed it at herself feeling the resistance that it wanted to stand straight up again. Her other hand reached out and knowing they were sensitive gently took hold of his sac dragging her other hand back down his length. She glanced up at his face to see if any of this was hurting him and he smiled down at her reaching down and brushing that loose red hair back behind her ear. She smiled at him and slowly started getting the feel for jerking him off. As hard as he was she could feel him thicken and lengthen a little more under her administration. Finally she felt as if the itch between her own legs would drive her insane she moved herself feet spreading to each of his hips, sitting up so she could continue to play with his cock. His eyes widened and he licked his lips his nostrils flaring a little bit as the odor of her sex had to be filling his nose, it certainly was filling her own. Scooting forward she breathed deeply and brought it to her clitoris rubbed it around watching how sexy it looked between her lips. Feeling how good the thing felt stroking her clitoris a much thicker version of his finger. Pushing it down she held it with one hand and pulled it awkwardly towards herself till it was just an inch inside her. "What... about.. the protection?" The husky quality to his voice was about the same as she felt the stretching she was doing down there around him had the slightest bit of pain to it but the small entering motion had so much potential pleasure to it and felt so right she wanted more. "We're perfect for each other aren't we?" She asked thinking how the gloves she wore all the time made a touch feel distant and inhuman, thinking about how much time she'd waited for sex and how she couldn't wait a second more. Yet she shook her head, "I don't care about it but if you want it, get it on." The look on his face said this was the first time he'd ever heard that before. He blinked several times and then shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Pushing himself deeper and for a long moment all but that sensation filled her world. It felt like he couldn't get deeper and he did and it felt like her pussy had been missing something that it just got as he entered her. Finally she felt the tickle of his pubes then the gentle touch of his balls and the warm flesh of him complete the contact. Forcing her eyes open she looked at him with a smile that she didn't think she would ever be able to get off her face. Staying fully inside her he grabbed her thighs and pulled her a little closer to the edge of the bed, she could feel a bit of her butt cheeks hanging off. The feeling between her legs increased as it seemed a better angle for him. They were both breathing heavily and she felt that same feeling as before the feather waiting for the right wind to come along and take her away, Dorothy off to Oz. His fingers left her legs and traced down her thighs across her body and instead of being ashamed of the small pouch there she saw the look in his eyes and allowed his touch. Hands fully splayed he rubbed further up then jumped to her arms rubbing up to her shoulders before finally finding her breasts. "Holy Sheep, yes!" The words leaped out of her as his palms rubbed across her hard nipples. "How big are they?" He asked judging each with touches, rubs, squeezes, and jiggles. "Double Ds," She answered and he nodded happily and she looked down at them they'd never meant much to her but now she was glad she had them as he stared eagerly. They were large and like the rest of her flesh creamy white with a splash of freckles. The freckles ran down her cleavage faint tan dots that ended before the level of her nipples. The freckles ran down her shoulders and arms as well and with just a bit of make-up on they could be seen across her cheeks as well. There was even a small amount splashed across her pussy that could be seen if one looked close. She saw them when she took a shower. Her long red bush was not anywhere near as maintained as Rick's pubes were. Yet her hair was naturally sparse and the light red color made seeing through them easy. "The more Ds the better," He said tracing a finger around her pink nipple the areola about the same as a soda can the nipple at the center a good half inch long and extremely hard at the moment. "Holy Sheep!" She said again as he tweaked both her nipples between thumb and middle finger with the pointer finger tracing at the tips at the same time he pulled out of her. Before she could complain at the sudden loss of it inside her he thrust back in and she felt fulfilled once more. Absence making the heart grow fonder his movements seemed to prove that. Quickly he left the slow pace and letting go of her breasts he smiled as they started to sway up and down with his ever quickening movements. His hands took hold of her thighs and he really increased his pace. His eyes drifting closed and then snapping open as if the pleasure was to much but the sight of her was something he didn't want to miss. She could feel her orgasm coming and thus her eyes seemed unable to close as if she had to seen some visual sign of it. "Duck, yes, yes!" She cried and this time it wasn't so great that her eyes snapped shut, it was good but not as good as it had been minutes ago. She stiffened up as pleasure filled her seeming to radiate from the ends of her body and surge right between her legs. Locking up as she did shifted things for him and his cock popped out of her, they both cried in dismay. Yet as soon as he was out of her the orgasm rocked up higher like letting the cork out of a champagne bottle. Her bliss increased but she was still able to keep her eyes open and senses focused. Also like a cork out of a bottle her juices burst out of her but this time she was able to see it from the start. Not a stream but a spray emerged from her splashing across his cock and stomach, he groaned again. Another one shot forth as she bucked with him holding her legs as best he could. On purpose or not she angled up when she sprayed again catching across his chest and into his face again. True Love Lost Knowledge "That's a good girl!" He growled grabbing his dick and shoving it back inside her again and she screamed blissfully which cut out when he yanked out of her and she started spraying again, he knew how to keep it going. This time he put his hand down in front of the blast and when it tapered down he shoved himself back inside her. "Here." Her mouth was open before she could even think if she wanted it or not. His fingers pushed between her lips dripping with her squirt and the taste filled her mouth and she groaned around his fingers. As she sucked on it she realized how taboo and against accepted practice all this was. Getting picked up in a bar by a stranger and going back to his place. Getting ate out by him in public, squirting fluids from herself, getting fucked by him without protection, and lustfully sucking her flavor that he offered. Yet she couldn't deny how good it all was as she couldn't deny how much she'd had quickly she'd grown to like her own natural vagina lubricants. He leaned over her after spreading her legs as far as he could get them and she began to lick his chest. A growl escaped his lips as she ran her tongue across his nipple and she sucked it in throwing off his rhythm. Realizing he liked it she licked all the squirt she could making her way over to his other nipple causing him to grab her head and lift it off the mattress so she could suck more at his nips. He still fucked on as she did this but let her go only twenty or thirty seconds later because he knew the position grew uncomfortable for her or it had grown so for him. Straightening up he wrapped his arms around her legs again and fucked her roughly and this seemed to be the way she liked it. Her fingers took hold of his sheets tugging them up as the pleasure in her body spiraled higher and higher. Bending forward made it feel like his cock was drilling wonderfully deep into her body. His face nuzzled into her neck sucking less than gently on her and she knew the first hickey of her life would be there. Climbing up onto the box spring he bent her up even more and was dropping his cock down inside her. She felt this position in her back a little bit but the amount of pleasure she was getting vastly outweighed any sort of discomfort. She could feel his balls slapping against her asshole and the little tweaks felt good. His dick was rubbing the bottom of her gash the skin there super sensitive and it felt very nice at this localized sensation. Breasts sitting on her chin she grabbed them and pulled them down letting out a surprised moan at the sudden pleasure. Her fingers curled over her nipples and she tugged on them crying out louder unable to fathom how she could touch them now as never before. He watched her playing with her own tits with a wide smile and she felt more aroused that he liked what she was doing. She'd touched her breasts thousands of times before and never so much as a hint of anything sexual from them. Now though it was a complete change her administrations felt nearly as good as his and certainly to the level were she didn't want to stop. The feather was caught by the wind again and he sensed it this time hissing out a happy exclamation. Letting go of one leg he dropped her out of the semi-uncomfortable position but she was still aimed at his upper body. The drop let his cock flop out of her snapping up into his body still totally erect. As soon as it was out a flow of liquid gushed forth like a sprinkler head cascading across him and over herself as well. The rain of warm liquid was erotically charged and she gushed again and again screaming out her pleasure. He jammed just the tip of himself into her just for a second then let it go rewarding them both with more wetness. She reached up and stroked her clit the slowing flow shooting back up in pressure. Yet this bought them a moment or two more before the sensation was to much and she had to stop. He let her fall to the bed wrapping his hand around his dick and with just a few short strokes he was squirting as well. The juice covering them made it really easy for his hand to rock up and down on his cock. The stuff from his cock was much different than her own. Thicker and white coming in ropes instead of a spray. It landed and felt hot across her stomach, then breasts, then face. He gushed forth a good supply a lot more than she thought possible from the few samples she'd seen at the hospital. Sperm covered her running quickly loose as it mixed with the sweat and squirt already covering her body. The load that had snaked up across her neck, chin, and across her lips and cheek she let her tongue out to test. He groaned at the sight of this jerked once more on his cock and gave her another load across the other chin and nose. It wasn't that bad even though she found the taste of herself a little more excepting. She licked at what she could grabbing his penis away from him and milking out the last dripping bit onto her wrist. Bringing this to her mouth she hoped his groaned of pleasure meant she made a good show of cleaning up all of his sperm that she could. He dropped to the mattress as she pulled her breast up to her lips fighting the oversensitive feeling to clean up the sperm from here. Lazily she finished scooping up what was on her belly with both hands and then licking clean her digits. Then she sat up and they stared at each other for a long few minutes and he finally leaned over and kissed her on her lips. He was tentative about it at first but either her own flavor overpowered his or his passion made it easier to ignore what he was doing. She wasn't aroused by the idea that he might be sampling himself but was joyful that he was willing to kiss her even under the condition. "We should jump in the shower." He offered as they found themselves panting after the kiss, him on his back and her half draped over him. "Waking up with all this wouldn't be so enjoyable. That's if you will be allowing me to stay and not kick me out after you got what you want from me." He smiled at her half serious joke and kissed her quickly before they both sat up. "Who said I'd gotten everything out of that I want from you?" He asked looking down at her body and licking his lips she thought she fell in love with him in that instant as his limp penis made an attempt to get erect again proving how much he liked her body. He rose after another second of ogling her and then went to the door peering out to see if his other roommates had come out yet before beckoning her to follow him. After they darted from his room to the bathroom and he got the water flowing he asked, "What's up with the Sheep and duck thing?" "You still grinning about it?" She asked hours later as they lay in his bed both of them wearing his clothes, her a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt her clothes still on the ground and him only his underwear. "It's work we can't swear in front of the patients." "Sheep and duck for shit and fuck. What about bitch and ass?" She giggled and shook her head seeing in the dark and from the corner of her eyes the way his smile widened at the sound of her laugh he seemed to love so much. "Finch and Bass of course," He laughed hard and kissed her neck and ear lovingly. "I can't believe your still on about that." "It's cute that's all." How many hours had it been she wasn't sure his clock was out of her range of vision and she was way to comfortable to want to move. They'd been talking for a long time though but as of yet hadn't discussed anything that wasn't who they were and what they liked. No boring stuff like the particulars of work or family just favorite music, movies, moments, and more. She'd never thought carrying on such a long conversation could be so easy. "It's completely and horribly cute really." Then as if he just thought about it. "Bastard?" "Badger," She put a defeated tone to her voice but he laughed all the harder. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" He asked still laughing a little bit but she laid back fully and looked up into his face, the moment going serious. "Maybe not first sight but love after first night," The corners of his mouth quirked a little bit at her rhyme but he leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips and she felt herself melting. "I love you," He said when their lips parted just a hair breadth between them, she raised her head up and kissed the lips she loved as well. "I love you too. I think we are meant for each other. Destiny seems strong enough to bring us together even if we were born over ten years apart." She said and he smiled happy to tuck that piece of hair behind her ear again. He kissed her ear and then her lips and then let her curl up into his arms, drawing the sheets over them both. "My friends are never going to believe this." He mumbled before she wiggled more comfortably against him and slipped off into the most content sleep of her life. "I'm going to go for a jog," Came a voice and her eyes opened glad there was no waking up in her own bed and it had all been a dream, he stood over her brushing more than just the one lock from her face. "I'll be back in an hour or so." "Didn't I give you enough exercise last night?" She asked and he laughed his nose crinkling up maybe at the whiff of her morning breath. "Maggie and Jerod work late and sleep late. So you don't have to worry about them this early." He said and her eyes flicked up to the clock and was glad it was her one day off because otherwise she'd have been late, it was nearly ten o' clock. "My toothbrush and deodorant are in the little bag if using them doesn't gross you out. I'll see you in a bit." "Okay," This time she held a hand over her mouth and he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. He got the the door and stopped, "I love you." "I love you too," She answered with a smile and a feeling as if she might float up to the ceiling, none of it had been a dream. For a few minutes she tried to get back to sleep but it wasn't working. So rising from bed she peeked out into the hall and then darted to the bathroom. Using a toothbrush and deodorant from somebody else had never come up before in her life. She looked at both after opening the small pouch that took up a corner of the medicine cabinet and shrugged. The deodorant was a bit of a manly smell but acceptable and brushing her teeth with is tooth brush was probably more acceptable to more people than sucking down his sperm as she'd done last night. She brushed her hair and borrowed the cheapest of the hair zips from whoever Maggie was and did something with her hair. Going back to his room just as quickly as she left it she felt like a kid against sneaking around like this. Once the door was closed she looked around the room thinking about all his stuff she could look through to see what he was like that he might not admit too. Yet that felt like a violation in some way so instead she thought to check her email. His laptop was sitting on the desk and she hoped he didn't have it password locked or anything like that. It wasn't though and soon she jumped into her email and saw all that had been sent to her was joke mail from her co-workers. Looking at them only wasted five minutes and she closed it out. Her eyes scanning the desktop picture he had of a rolling desert someplace she'd never go to. A folder in the corner grabbed her attention and thinking about how they'd talked about other movies last night she thought about which ones he'd like so much that he'd have put on his laptop. Only once she clicked it there was just another folder that was titled, Adult. Grinning she clicked into this seeing a good list of files inside it, after a short load pictures replaced the file icons. Beyond that his roommate/friend was Spanish she could tell he wasn't racist because there was half a dozen files that showed a black female or something in the name was about black women. A smile quirked her mouth at these and she looked further on seeing stills of women stripping or fucking or sucking. There was a good supply of lesbian movies, of two women and one guy movies, just oral, two squirting videos she thought she'd look at, a dozen or so anal which wasn't that threatening, and happily nothing that scared her. No bestiality, bondage, midgets, or whatever else there was out there that was told that you could get off the internet. She did notice how meticulous he had categorized the videos. The African American female videos were titled with Black and then the name of the actresses and then what they did in the scene and how good each was. One that jumped out at her had the description "Greatest BJ ever" knowing what a BJ was had been a hard earned bit of knowledge asking and having her co-workers laugh at her till they explained. This was both an act that they hadn't done last night and one that had always been a secret sort of fetish to her. The one time she'd done it to her boyfriend all those years ago she'd thoroughly enjoyed it. How she had made him moan and groan so loudly with just her mouth. It made her feel powerful and in control at the same time subservient. Not to mention she remembered more vividly than any other sexual act she'd done at that time how his dick had felt in her hand and in her mouth. She hadn't seen it because it was totally dark but she'd felt it and tasted it and loved it. Of course something had interrupted them and she'd only just begun when it was done, having never come near the end. So this file was the first that she clicked and then jumped nearly out of the chair as the music chimed in super load. Dropping the volume down almost all the way she breathed heavy and listened if she'd woken anybody up. Whether she did or not was pushed away when the video started and she was introduced to what he thought of as the perfect blow-job. She watched it clicking back a few times at something she wanted to see again or thought had to be a mistake. Then she allowed the rest of the video to play out taking notes of a few things she would try with him. Needless to say by the end of the video she was soaking his boxer shorts and waiting for him to get back. She inspected the others as well just the two squirt ones which were full length videos and she clicked back and watched entire minutes of footage once or twice. "Jumping in the shower," He said peeking his head in brow and hair dripping with sweat, she'd heard him come in the door to the apartment and had had plenty of time to exit the porn and be sitting on the bed. "Don't take too long," She told him having not thought of this and was near in pain with her need for him. "It's already been difficult to be away from you for this hour," He said and laughed before disappearing again. He wasn't in the shower for more than three minutes and was in the room now dripping with water and a towel wrapped around him. "Now what is it that you couldn't wait for?" "Well, I was thinking about last night and it got me really horny," She pulled the sheet from herself sitting on the bed naked and pointed to the spot between her legs that had grown dark because of her excessively leaking twat. "You're right that shouldn't have to wait." He stepped forward and dropped his towel and she watched his cock rise up and up, a bit of movement caught her attention for a second seeing his laptop's screen saver had started up. "I see something else that needs a little attention the..." Looking away from the screen and at his dick before a tickle at the back of her mind and she looked to the laptop again. There on the screen was somebody she knew standing in a group of smiling people with Rick huddled just one person away. "You know Laura?" "What? Who?" His eyes went to the screen then his face sort of slackened a little bit. "You mean my mom?" "Laura is my sister," She'd already started and they both finished at the same time, his eyes widened and he shook his head. "You said your name was Heidi!" He cried as realization crashed down on him a second before it did on her. How he had thought she looked familiar in the bar. How he had said he'd just moved here. Rick was no name of a nephew of hers while she hadn't seen any of them in five years she did know there names. Her mind lurched no nephew named Rick but one named Patrick, one named patRICK. The memory of the night before when he'd said his last name. He didn't have a long last name that began Well... he'd been explaining his real name was Patrick and then saying his last name. She saw his lips moving now in her mind's eye. "Rick well..." Screaming girls "...Patrick Gills actually." That compounded with her not removing her name tag. A name tag that didn't say her real name because there was already six other people with her name at work and her supervisor had thought it funny to give her the name tag with Heidi on it the nurse she was replacing, instead of Erin. Jennifer which there was already so much of in the hospital whose name tags read Jenny, Jen, Jennifer, Jenni, Jennifer K., and Jenny B. and of course her last name was Keller so it would have just been to confusing to be Jenny K. "That's what they call me at work because there was to many Jennifer's!" She cried yanking the blanket over herself and breathing heavily shaking her head and now wishing if this was a dream she would wake up from it. "This can't be," He shook his head and then shook it again looking close to hysterical. He took a deep breath and then shook his head again this time in denial. "Wait, wait, wait. We must have this all wrong. You last name isn't Keller my mom's maiden name. You didn't move here from Columbus and pretty much loose touch with our family except through rare emails. You just can't be MY Aunt Jennifer. You can't be MY mom's sister. Not after the stuff we did together last night." "My last name is Keller," She admitted her tone defeated and he dropped to his knees yanking the towel over himself. For a long moment she considered lying to him but she knew if she did eventually the truth would come out. It would come out and she'd look worse because she'd lied and continued in their incest. "My sister is Laura Gills formerly Laura Keller who married John Gills back in 1981 or 82. They had three kids Julia, Evan, and Patrick. Patrick who calls himself Rick now I guess." "Fuck!" He swore and fell forward onto the ground shaking his head over and over again. Her mouth opened to say something more but there was nothing to be said. Her eyes went back to the screen showing Rick and the couple she'd met last night. Then she looked down to her clothes and wondering how to get them on without being seen naked by him again. Something filled her ears like buzzing and the rush of what sounded like a million gallons of water pouring continuously over her. The sound like rushing water grew louder in her ears driving everything away but the urge to get away. She felt herself swoon a little bit the world shifting in slow skipping frames. The noise was constant his look of dread turning to one of concern then she was falling over not moving just holding there for one brief second and the next thing she knew she was laying down on his bed unable to move. A moment more and he came into view looking worried his mouth open as if he was frozen in the act of saying something but the words were lost. Light was lost and suddenly she was gone. "Are you okay?" Her eyes flickered open and she frowned a little looking up at the most handsome face she'd ever see. He'd climbed onto the bed with her and held her face in his lap, "What happened? Did you pass out?" "No I'm not okay," She answered thinking about how cruel it was that she could still feel such desire and love for him despite knowing who he was. Not that he was exactly who she knew him to be. The last remembered picture of her nephew Patrick had been a smiling ten or eleven year old with a missing front tooth posed for a school picture sent to her through the mail. That was her nephew Patrick. This handsome and wonderful guy above her was Rick. The man of her dreams. Those warm brown eyes of his looking down at her with still a little worry in them but mostly with undefinable sadness. Looking at her face mostly but they'd slowly rake over her body. Looking more forlorn as a patient looks at their loved ones and favorite things when they've been told they are terminal. That they only have a short time left. He thought that they only had a short time left to be with each other before they had to part and never be together in the same way again. Maybe never be able to see each other again.