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Decisions Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



Chapter 01: Fuck Buddies, Lovers and Other Complications

Q. How do you choose between four beautiful women? 

A. You don't.

*****

I was having my third orgasm of the day; it was coming on slowly and I had almost reached the point of no return. We were in the executive conference room of McKennitt & Company. Everyone had left to go home hours earlier except for my personal assistant and me. She lay naked on the conference room table in front of me, our clothes scattered about the floor around us. Her legs were pulled up and her feet were just grazing my shoulders as I thrust into her warm pussy. We were both panting. I was in seventh heaven and apparently she was too.

I'm David Rogers - a newly promoted senior consultant at McKennitt. I'm thirty-two years old, a sandy-haired bachelor just under six feet tall, and based on what my PA tells me, I am a hunk. Personally, I have more than my share of insecurities to overcome but I seem to knock off one or two from the list every month or two.

My personal assistant is Pam Jennings, a late-twenties something blond beauty. She was assigned to my project about a year ago. We started flirting when we first met; however, it took about three months before we first slept together. Well, we didn't sleep -- instead, Pam pulled me into a large unused closet in the building and fucked my brains out over a lunch hour. Pam is gorgeous. She could be a model albeit for her 'home town girl' look. She's blond, blue eyed, with a trim figure.

Pam has a strong tendency, which I love, towards being a nymphomaniac and exhibitionist. Thus, our presence, at high career risk to the two of us, in the managing partner's conference room as we fucked each other with physical and vocal intensity on the long mahogany table.

The only time I saw Pam was during the week at work. There was no boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. We were co-workers and fuck buddies. We never shared our weekend activities except in the normal idle chatter as we worked together, usually with a few of the other people on the projects I was responsible for.

When I first arrived at work this morning, Pam had announced she was horny and pulled me into the small utility closet off the stationery supply room. She had delivered an absolutely exquisite blowjob to me within ten minutes. She ended with my long cock deep in her mouth as I shot off load after load of my sweet jism into her throat; she didn't lose a drop. When she was through she stood, adjusted her clothing, kissed me lightly on the lips and exited our secret room with a smile on her face, leaving me with a wet and deflating penis to contend with.

My second orgasm of the day came after lunch in a small unisex locker room the joggers use to freshen up after their runs. Pam had checked and found that no one had left any running gear near the room thus the place would be empty for the afternoon. She'd come and dragged me down the hall, locked us in the small room, yanked my pants down, sucked me to requisite hardness, and then pulled her skirt up and sat on my cock facing me. I guess she'd planned this for she wasn't wearing underwear. As we fucked she opened her blouse and unfastened her bra so I could feast on her luscious and generous breasts. Pam is probably a 36C and I love to suck and fondle her breasts until her nipples are screamingly erect. I could often bring her to orgasm just through stimulation of her beautiful mounds.

Our late lunchtime tryst ended when I jacked my semen into her wet tunnel. Pam had cum a couple of times before we came together, so I felt I'd done my manly duties of delivering pleasure to her. We used some paper towels to clean ourselves. Pam made an absorbent pad of toilet paper and put it inside her thong that she produced from a pocket in her dress. She assured me it would catch our drippings as she went back to work.

About five o'clock, Pam had stuck her head in my office and said, "I still want to fuck your brains out full tilt. If we both stay late you can finish the Sands Point Planning Project report and I can clear off a chunk of my workload. I was thinking we could christen the conference table in the MDs office; what do you think?"

I replied, "If we get caught, we're toast." She nodded vigorously in agreement yet with a big smile.

"And even on a Friday night, people come back in here all the time -- even late at night." She nodded in agreement some more.

I thought some more and said, "So this is a big calculated risk that at the time we choose no one will walk by his office on the twenty-forth floor." She kept nodding in agreement.

"And the janitorial people will have to be finished up there by the time we do anything." Pam nodded some more.

"And the guard would have to have finished his rounds up there." She kept nodding.

I wound down and finally grinned and said, "And, yes, I'd love to fuck your brains out up there in a few hours. In the meantime, how about some sandwiches or something for dinner? My treat." I paused, "Well, we can even bill it to the client."

Pam came and ran her finger seductively along my thigh, stopping just short of the rising hard-on I was beginning to nurse. "Be back is a while with food ... Boss," she said in her sexy, husky voice. She kissed my cheek and left my office and strolled out of sight with an extra waggle of her svelte hips. She never asked what I wanted for dinner.

I ploughed ahead with the Sands Point report. It was a financial analysis of a real estate deal on Long Island for a very well known area entrepreneur the firm had had as a client for over a decade. Thirty minutes passed in a flash and I was checking my data entries on a spreadsheet when Pam waltzed into my office with Chinese food from the food court downstairs. I parked some of my papers and we spread out our dinners on one end of my desk.

As we started to eat, Pam stated that something was missing. She got up and returned a few minutes later with two glasses of white wine -- from where I haven't the remotest idea. It did help to wash things down and I could actually feel some of the tension from the day fade as the food and drink bounced into my empty body cavities. After dinner, Pam reminded me that we had an appointment in a few hours and I again watched her leave my office with her sexy waggle.

A few hours later I had just wrapped up my last spreadsheet when Pam appeared at the door to my office. She vamped her way along my doorframe, pulling her skirt up and showing me lots of thigh. "Time to come and find the meaning of life, Lover!" she said to me. She came into my office and pressed her entire body against mine as I stood to meet her. We could both feel the inflating situation in my pants.

"What are things like upstairs?" I asked and gestured overhead many floors to where the twenty-fourth floor was. 

"Janitor's done. Guard went through about an hour ago. We chatted. He's gone back to his desk downstairs."

"No one else around?" I asked.

"Just us horn dogs," Pam said with a lecherous grin.

Ten minutes later we were fucking on the mahogany table in the big boss' conference room. Outside the huge window of the darkened room was a spectacular view of the city. Enough light came in so we could see each other and appreciate the eroticism of what we were doing. The other side of the conference room was also all glass; only it viewed the hallway of the executive suite and some of the nearly priceless paintings the firm had thought to acquire.

After ten minutes of intense fucking, Pam had cum a couple of more times and I hit that point of no return. "Are you ready for me?" I asked.

"Give it all to me," she said and lunged up and kissed me. "Fuck me hard, Lover. Give me your juice."

I did. I blasted the last of my cum into her sweet pussy. Of course as I did, my breathing stopped and I arched back away from her as I sunk my cock deep into her body. I held that position for almost a minute as my orgasm swept through me.

Pam came with me. We'd fucked often enough that we could read each other's signals about orgasms. She was better at it that I was. This time she was spot on and reached her climax with me. She arched off the table as her 'big one' hit. 

I pulled her into a seated position so we could kiss again and I could nuzzle and bite her breasts and nipples. She jerked and twitched as I delivered some post-coital pleasures to her. In the meantime I was deflating at a fairly rapid rate, in part due to nervousness that someone might catch us naked in the executive suite. I kept trying to think of a rational reason we were up there -- naked and fucking, but nothing particular came to mind except improving staff morale.

Finally, Pam squeezed her vaginal muscles and expelled me in a sudden slippery move. She laughed at her great talent. She had also expelled some of my cum and it was now evident in a large dollop of whiteness on the dark table surface. Pam rolled to her side so she didn't smear the glob and got off the table.

"My ass has splinters in it," she said with a grin. "But I still loved the fuck." She was rubbing her backside. I turned her around and massaged her back, shoulders and bubble ass for a minute, restoring some of the circulation. Pam then started to sort out her clothing from the pile on the floor and got dressed again. I was doing likewise.

Just as we finished the hallway lights came on. We both jumped. Pam said, "Quick, get over by the window." She was finishing the last buttons on her blouse and moved to join me.

We turned towards the open doorway just as one of the execs walked by. He paused at the door and looked into the dimly lit room. I greeted him, "Hi. We were working late and decided to admire the view from here rather than downstairs." Pam nodded. I thought about how lame that excuse sounded.

"Oh, OK. No problem. You're Jennings, right?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. Trying to finish up a client report tonight. This is Pam, my PA." I gestured to the buxom blond beside me and tried to smile as though nothing was going on between the two of us.

"Hi. Nice to meet you Pam," he said dismissively. "Well, I left all my things here while I took the wife to the theater. She's waiting downstairs. Excuse me and I'll be on my way. You'll lock up when you leave?"

"Oh, yes sir," I replied. Whatever his name was turned and walked away. It was then that I spotted the puddle of my cum mixed with Pam's juices on the glossy table surface. Could he have missed that? It was so obvious. I shuddered and searched my pockets for something to wipe up with. Nothing. I finally yanked a shirt tail from my pants, leaned across the table and smeared the juice in one frantic erasing gesture. The traces of moisture remained but the obvious nature of the stain was mostly gone. I tucked my damp and now odiferous shirt tail back in my pants. Pam looked on in obvious amusement.

"Shall we go back downstairs?" she finally asked.

"Whew! Yes," I said. It was then that I noticed that my heart was beating at about two hundred ticks a minute. "We almost got caught. What if he'd arrived back there five minutes earlier?"

Pam answered with a devilish look on her face, "Maybe I could have gotten fucked twice."

*****

Saturday, I'd been invited to watch a polo match out on Long Island near Westbury. I'd never seen a match except for a few brief moments in various movies, so I was looking forward to the event. I took the train out of the city; my friend and co-worker Russ Perry met me at the station and we drove together to the large estate where the match was to be played. He also worked in the City at McKennitt and had an apartment in town, but usually spent the weekends at his parent's waterfront home in Manhasset. 

Russ had seen the game played before and made a valiant effort to explain the finer points of the game to me as we drove from the train station to the estate where the games were being held. He explained to me that there are four players on each team and they play chukkas of seven minutes. He commented that the history of the game went back to the sixth century B.C. The field is 300 yards by 200 yards and the goal posts at each end of the field are eight yards apart. He said the Westbury teams played games with six chukkas each, the breaks between used to change ponies (please don't call them horses!). He explained the Westbury league also used a handicapping system based on the skills of each player and wins in prior tournaments. He talked about offense and defense strategies, stopping only as we pulled into the large grassy area where we parked the car. The day was perfect; a bright blue sky with temperatures in the low eighties.

Russ led me towards a tent set up for the invited guests. Russ was an invited guest; I was a guest of a guest so I guess I qualified for the free booze. A couple of bars on each side of the large tent were rapidly passing out beers and other drinks of choice for the guests. Of course, there was no fee - most people here knew each other and Russ said it was bourgeois to take money for what you thought was a social event. Russ and I each got a beer and headed outside and towards a small set of bleachers where others were assembling to watch the start of the first match. Russ kept introducing me to various friends he knew along the way.

In the small bleachers we had a good view of the playing field. The two teams took positions and then the game was off with a flurry of whinnying horses and mid-field activity. Several chukkas later I seemed to have mastered the spectator side of the game pretty well. I let my eyes start to wander around the others in the small bleachers and those walking back and forth to the refreshment tent. Russ got restless too. 

"Let's get some more beer and see if my female friends have shown up," he said leading the way down from our vista of the playing field. The sun was brilliant and I was actually glad to get in the shade as we strolled into the tent.

"Lisa!" Russ shouted with glee, "how are you? I'm so glad you guys came." Russ was pulling me towards a very pretty woman near our age. She was dressed to the nines in a flowery flock and, in spite of the fact that the entire area was grass, she was wearing heels. Russ introduced us and we shook hands.

Lisa explained mainly to Russ, "Emily's getting drinks." We turned just as a woman about my age approached carrying two glasses of wine. I was dumbstruck and suddenly in love. My heart stopped. Emily was a knock out. If Lisa was a ten, and I'd already assigned that score to her -- the maximum possible, then Emily was a twenty. She was a chart buster. Russ had fantastic taste in women.

Russ nodded and moved to give Emily a welcome hug. She was a gorgeous auburn haired, green-eyed woman with a trim figure and an elegant air about her. She was wearing a black and white polka dot summer frock, heels, plus she had a large brimmed hat. Further, she was wearing pearls that really offset her flawless tanned skin and the jeweled studs in her ears.

"Dave? Earth to Dave. This is Emily." Russ was talking to me from some other planet.

Purely on autopilot I put my handout and the two of us shook hands. I knew I was staring at her but I just couldn't stop. I was soaking up all her beauty for those cold, icy nights in my life when I'd need to be able to call forth and savor my memory of someone this beautiful that I'd actually gotten to touch, albeit briefly. 

Interestingly enough, she was staring back. Finally, she asked, "Have we met?"

I regained my senses and laughed, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?" I paused and went on, "If we'd ever met I'm not sure I would have ever let you out of my sight again. So, since we've just been introduced I'm guessing that 'no, we haven't met.'" I delivered the 'line' with just the right touch of humor so it hopefully didn't come across as arrogant or so much of a line that I'd be dismissed out of hand. Fortunately, we both laughed at my humor. 

Lisa and Russ were chatting beside us a mile a minute and it was clear that they'd paired off and that I was left with Emily. Emily and I kept looking at each other with a sense of awe. I finally asked, "Would you like to go see some of the game?" She nodded and we strolled out of the tent. I wasn't normally nervous around women but with Emily my knees were knocking and my hands were sweating, and suddenly I kept stuttering and getting my tongue in the way of what I was saying.

Instead of sitting in the rough bleachers we stood about fifty feet from one sideline and watched the ongoing chukka. I asked if she knew the game and was glad when she said 'no' so I could impress her with my meager knowledge of the subject. The guys with the red stripes on their helmets were still ahead.

After a while, Emily put her arm through mine. My heart stopped again then restarted going at about Mach One. My brain was in overdrive and I had adrenalin pumping through every pore of my body in excitement of sharing even this innocent touch with her. I put my hand on hers to show her I was glad we were touching. She gave me a delightful smile in return and squeezed my arm even harder in return. 

Even as the game ended we continued to stand and talk. Emily told me about her marketing and graphics design background and how she was working for an ad agency on Madison Avenue in their creative department. She had a relaxed way of talking that invited deep listening; I was hanging on every word. I never wanted to forget this day. I knew this was a temporary fascination but I was savoring the moment. This angel might vanish in a second and fly back to heaven.

Emily had gone to Ohio State for two years undergrad and then transferred to the Ringling School of Art and Design in Sarasota, Florida. She told me she'd done a triple major, pulling together advertising design, computer graphics, and photography and digital imaging all into a coherent program. I was impressed.

She extracted my lineage from me as we talked. A graduate of the University of Denver, I worked in a dead-end job for a couple of years then returned and got an MBA at a school near Boston. McKennitt had recruited me as I was finishing my MBA and that led to my move to New York. Now I was a City Rat. I'd been with them five years and traveled a fair amount for them -- or rather its clients - mostly along the east coast of the U.S. I was pleased to tell her that at thirty-two I was one of the youngest senior consultants in the firm.

We traded a lot of other conversation then played who do you know and how did you get here -- with Russ? With Lisa? There were a few other connections and we both seemed to relish in these. While we talked and shared, another complete games of polo had taken place. We had also wandered around between the tent and our viewing spot beside the field several times, refreshing our drinks.

Late in the afternoon, Russ and Lisa came and found us. "Dave, we're going to head out. Can I drop you back at the train station?"

I started to reply when Emily said, "I need to take the train too. Can you drop us both off?" 

Russ nodded and soon the four of us clamored into his car. Emily and I caught the 5:15 pm for the City. As we were in the tunnel I broached the idea of dinner with her. 

"Oh yes, I'd love to stay with you for dinner," she replied. My heart soared; I was going to get to spend another couple of hours with her. I must have look pleased. She squeezed my arm again to show she approved.

We came up out of Penn Station and headed towards an early dinner at the Jazz Standard on East 27th Street between Lexington and Park. I'd been there once before and loved the place, although it was pricey. I rationalized the expense since it was for the most beautiful woman in the world. Further, on our train ride into the city we'd established that we were both jazz aficionados. I'd called from the train and had gotten us a rare reservation for the 7:30 pm set.


Decisions Ch. 01



Note: In this story, Blue and Harley make an appearance, but only as secondary characters. We'll see how it goes and if the characters cooperate with where I want to go. I once again had trouble with my computer (the word processing program this time), but I got it sorted within a few days.

As always, your comments are very welcome, as are your votes of course!

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Riley Scott didn't think he was anything special. At twenty-one, he had been in his job as a clerk in the accounting department of a medium-sized legal text publishing business for a year. He was glad that he didn't have to wear suits, because they made him feel uncomfortable. Since people didn't often drop in, especially not in the accounting department, he could get away with a more casual dress. The company even allowed jeans, so long as it wasn't too often and they weren't ripped up.

If anything, Riley would say he was average, bordering just a bit too much on the cute side. He had light brown hair, which he wore short in the back and longer in the front. This allowed him to have his eyes hidden when he leaned forward, but not so much that it was inappropriate in an office setting. His eyes were green, and he thought his lashes were too long.

He'd inherited his mother's delicate bone structure. That was a curse when he was in school, as it garnered him attention he would rather have avoided. He never was much into sports, other than the occasional game for fun, so his delicate build, along with a lack of musculature, meant the jocks and other popular people targeted him as being gay. It was true, of course, but it wasn't something he would have advertised in school. Once it became clear to him that there was no point in hiding it, he admitted it and rode out the storm. He wasn't tall or short, being a respectable five foot ten, but when coupled with his build, he seemed smaller than he was.

Life for Riley Scott was pretty typical for a young gay man, nothing out of the ordinary at all. The other kids picked on him in school, though they didn't beat him up except for a few rare occasions that were more a punch or two than an actual beating. The taunts and teases he found he could live with. He had a best friend who wasn't quite as comfortable around him, but never completely dropped him. There were other friends who also stood by him.

His family didn't condemn him or throw him out of their lives, but they didn't know how to treat him and didn't understand his new lifestyle. All in all, nothing special. Some had it better than he did, while others were in worse situations.

A new friend of his, Blue Evans, definitely had it worse than he did. Some things Blue didn't talk about, but those he did mention were terrible enough. Riley couldn't imagine how he would cope if he had to deal with even a fraction of what Blue did. It all worked out for Blue, who was in a committed relationship with veterinarian Harley Barlow, who was as sweet a man as Riley ever met.

Ever since he was in school, and accepted that he loved other men rather than women, Riley knew what he was looking for. Not just the actual type of man he was looking for, but how that man would see Riley. The last thing, or almost last thing, Riley wanted was someone who looked at him as only a twink. He knew he looked like a twink with his slender build and cute looks, but that wasn't what he wanted people to like him for.

Six months after starting work at Legal Editions, one of the executives began paying attention to him. Hunter Nelson was one of the younger executives, a nephew of one of the two founders. He was smart enough to have gained his position on his own merits rather than because of family connections.

During the last end-of-year rush, Riley found himself working late for a couple of weeks, and ate his dinner at a nearby café. Hunter, also working late, joined him at a table after they saw each other for a couple of days. Rather than treat him as most did, a pretty face without too many brains, Hunter talked to Riley about work, asking his opinion on different aspects. That was the first time Riley felt that twinge in his belly.

A couple of weeks after those dinners, Hunter tracked him down in the cafeteria at work and discretely asked if they could meet after work. Riley turned him down. He didn't think it was a good idea for them to be involved outside of work. It therefore surprised him that after just a few minutes, he changed his answer.

After that day, things accelerated to a level Riley didn't think possible for him. He couldn't seem to control himself around Hunter. Halfway through their dinner, the two men found themselves in the bathroom of the restaurant, Riley sucking a beautiful cock. He'd barely finished swallowing when someone came in and the two men decided not to chance staying there longer.

The next Monday at work, Riley was in Hunter's office instead of going for coffee on his break. This time, Hunter was undoing Riley's trousers when the phone rang to interrupt them.

Since this was Riley's first real relationship, other than quick blowjobs in a bar, he had some trouble with the secretive nature. Their co-workers couldn't see them together, which meant neither could go to the other's apartment. Riley had two roommates, one also from accounting, and the other who worked one of the printing machines. Hunter owned a condo on his own, but his uncle lived on the same floor and often dropped by without any warning.

Some interaction between the two didn't matter, but they had to be very careful. Riley didn't really care. When they were together, there was time for some kissing and other intimate touching. Hunter always managed to make time for him and was very attentive during those times. He didn't ignore Riley when they encountered each other with others around, he just wasn't as open and touchy-feely.

The only person Riley told about the relationship was Blue. Blue worked for the call center that shared the building and they often met for lunch in the joint cafeteria when Riley wasn't otherwise occupied. Blue had some reservations about the relationship, but other than voicing his concern a few times, he didn't try and discourage Riley at all.

"Hunter told me last night that he has an appointment with a real estate agent on Saturday to find a new place," Riley confided to Blue. They were in Blue and Harley's home, so Riley didn't worry about someone overhearing him. "He said he's tired of us not having more time together than we do now."

"That's great. I honestly don't know if I could be as patient as the two of you have been." Riley saw Blue bite worriedly at his lower lip, but thought it was about the lasagne they were working on. "Hasn't he ever taken you to a hotel?"

"We discussed it, but he feels those beds aren't the most sanitary."

Blue nodded and continued biting his lip. Riley started to wonder what Blue was thinking. "And he didn't want to come here when I offered you the use of the place while Harley and I were away last weekend?"

"It's not that he didn't want to, but he had that meeting in New York with his uncle. Are you trying to say something, Blue? If so, I wish you'd just come out with it."

"No, not really, I'm just trying to imagine it. Have...have you two had sex yet?"

Riley blushed and ducked his head in embarrassment. "Well of course we have!"

"I'm talking about anal sex here, Ry." Blue turned away with a small smile when Riley's face turned a brighter red. With his past, Blue wasn't reticent about speaking bluntly but knew his young friend wasn't very experienced. "Have you guys gone there yet?"

"Um, yeah, just on our last date, actually. It wasn't what I expected. It was wonderful," he hurried to say, "just kind of awkward. Hunter was very careful and sweet with me. I can't wait until we can do it again."

It wasn't exactly a lie. Riley knew before pushing Hunter to take him that the backseat of Hunter's BMW wouldn't be the best place, but he was tired of having their intimacy curtailed. The limited space made it difficult to get comfortable, and the location, in the alley up the street from Riley's apartment, meant there was a good possibility someone could interrupt them.

It was fine at first, with Hunter giving him sweet words of encouragement. The first slick finger Hunter pushed inside felt wonderful. The second, while a bit uncomfortable at first, soon gave him thrills of pleasure. The third finger, however, made Riley bite his lip to keep from crying out. Before he could get fully accustomed to the stretch and intrusion, Hunter rolled a condom on and pushed inside. He apologized profusely, telling Riley that he was too beautiful, too sexy.

Riley didn't want Hunter to know how much it hurt and moved as he thought he should. Very soon, Hunter stilled above him, coming without touching Riley's cock at all. There were apologies and promises that they would make the next time somewhere better. All in all, nothing Riley really wanted to talk about to anyone. He knew it was his fault, for insisting that the car was fine, so he couldn't complain about the quickness. There was no need for him to bring up the bleeding to Hunter, who would feel terrible about the whole thing.

Harley's arrival put an end to continuing the conversation. It wasn't that Riley didn't like Harley, or trust him, but he didn't know him all that well to be as open as with Blue. "I must have been a good boy to have two gorgeous guys in my kitchen tonight. You're making me lasagne, Lovely? I must have been extra good."

"You're always a good boy, Harley, but last night you were exceptional. This morning, too." Blue grinned at Riley and then changed the subject before making the young man uncomfortable. "Jake will be here in about an hour for supper, and since you two are likely to disappear to tinker with the cars, I invited Riley to keep me company. We've decided to watch all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies."

"I couldn't turn down an invitation where I get watch both Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom together. Yum."

The three of them shared a laugh and Riley smiled wistfully when the two men kissed. It would be so wonderful to be able to be so open with Hunter. He wondered when it would happen for them. It didn't seem likely while they both worked for the same company, but perhaps he could do something about that. If he put out feelers for a new job, maybe he could find another position somewhere and the two of them could finally take their relationship public.

While Harley showered and dressed, and they waited for Blue's brother to arrive, Riley allowed himself to imagine the future. He saw himself going on long dates and weekend holidays with his lover. He saw Hunter invite him to move in together, where they would decorate the new space in both their tastes. He even saw Hunter give him a ring, similar to the one Harley gave Blue, so they could spend their lives together.

A new job was exactly what he needed to find. The solution to their problem was so obvious that Riley was surprised he hadn't thought of it before. Hunter would be so happy and pleased at the move, and praise him for thinking of it.

"How long have you and Harley been together now?"

"Just about five years. Well, it will be five years at the end of September that we're together as a couple, but we met five years ago in May."

"You're so lucky. How long before you knew that Harley was the one for you?"

Blue got a distant look in his eyes and his mouth turned up at the corners. "I think in some way I knew right from the beginning, even if I didn't acknowledge it. The third night I stayed with him, he stopped me from giving him a blowjob."

The doorbell rang and Blue went off to answer it. Riley stayed in the kitchen and frowned. Blue started to fall in love with Harley because Harley didn't let him give a blowjob? There had to be more to the story, but Riley knew he would never ask. It wasn't in him to question anything so personal and intimate. He didn't think he was a prude, but some things just shouldn't be bandied about.

Like Blue asking if he and Hunter were having sex. That kind of talk was just too far out of his experience. His parents were devout churchgoers, which was one reason they had trouble accepting his sexual orientation. They weren't fanatics, however, and their religious beliefs didn't mean they turned their backs on him or tried to make him change his ways. As a child, they dragged him along with them every Sunday, so maybe that was why he had so much trouble being open.

His father never gave Riley 'the talk'. Riley remembered that his parents sat him down, told him it was important to respect women, and handed him a pamphlet. The pictures and technical terms nearly made his eyes bug out of their sockets. In fact, that pamphlet first made him think he might be gay. He practically ignored the pictures of the female genitalia and focused on the male. He was fascinated and even a little aroused by them, even if they were only sketches.

It was during his first week of high school that he became certain he preferred men. Or boys, at the time. He caught sight of Jack Spencer, the senior class president. After that, Riley did all the research he could about what it meant to be gay. The descriptions and pictures he found, even as they embarrassed the shit out of him, enthralled him. Jack Spencer never knew that Riley had a crush on him but he played a huge part in his evolution as a gay man.

The oven timer startled him out of his thoughts and he hurried over to turn off the heat and take out the pan. It smelled delicious and he resolved to get the recipe from Blue to take home. He thought it looked easy enough while he was helping and could probably manage to do a credible job on his own.

He walked out of the kitchen when that was done to meet Blue's brother. The resemblance between the two men was a little startling, most notably Jacob was taller than both Blue and Harley by at least three inches and he had lovely copper-coloured hair. Of course, Riley had wondered what colour Blue hid beneath his blue hair and he figured it must be the same if he went by the eyebrows and eyelashes.

"Jake, this is Riley Scott. We met at work and became instant friends. He works at the other business in the building, but we use the same cafeteria. Riley, this is my brother Jacob Evans. He recently moved to the city and works at one of the law firms over on Jefferson Avenue. Isn't that near where you live?"

"I live near Jefferson, on 114th Street, but Jefferson is a big thoroughfare." Riley gave Blue a quick, confused, look. Blue knew exactly where Riley lived and should know himself if it was nearby or not.

Dinner was an...interesting experience. It wasn't until they were finishing their plates that Riley got an inkling of what was going on. Blue seemed to go out of his way to introduce topics that Riley knew a lot about. This looked more and more to be some kind of set up as the evening progressed and Blue often turned to Riley for confirmation, and got him and Jacob into a conversation.

Dessert over at last, which was a great relief to Riley, he excused himself to use the bathroom while Blue prepared the coffee. When he came back out, he could see Harley was already outside and figured Jacob was there as well. He was surprised, therefore, to hear voices from the kitchen. He didn't want to intrude and hesitated, unable to help hearing the conversation between brothers before moving. What he heard, however, rooted him in place.

"What's up, little brother? You couldn't have been more obvious out there if you tried."

"I got to thinking after you called and asked me all those questions about being gay, or in your case bisexual. What better way to be sure than to actually, you know, meet someone. Riley's a really great guy."

Jake chuckled for a moment. "He is a cute little guy. A pretty face and a sweet little ass. I've always appreciated beauty in both men and women, which is what got me thinking I might be bi."

"That's why I thought of Riley. You can ask him out, take him to dinner and see how things go."

Riley had never been so angry. He was also hurt that Blue thought of him as nothing more than someone he could loan out to people. He walked into the kitchen and fixed the man he thought of as a friend with a cold glare.

"Is this why you asked if Hunter and I had sex yet? You figured you could just offer me up to your brother to see if guys turn him on? I thought I could trust you. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll be on my way."

He turned and rushed out, barely remembering to grab up his coat. He ignored Blue's calls and didn't pay attention to Harley, either. To think that he thought they were his friends. Shame and embarrassment filled him. All those questions were only to find out what he could offer to Blue's brother. He'd opened himself up and this was what he got.

His cell phone rang on the bus ride home but he ignored it, turning off the phone. He had no interest in speaking to someone who was only interested in using him. His decision to find a new job was even more important now, so he could avoid seeing Blue at work.

The apartment was empty when he got there, which was just as well. Riley didn't feel like making small talk. As soon as he got to his room, he booted up his computer and started looking at employment sites. There were a few interesting possibilities, and even though he knew these sites weren't the best way to get a job, he nonetheless sent out his resumé to about a half dozen places. It was a start, at any rate.

Before heading to the shower, Riley checked his phone. There were three calls from Blue and one from Hunter. That gave him pause. Hunter hardly ever called him, especially when he was supposed to be in a meeting. He dialled the number and waited for it to connect.

"Hey Hunter, what's up?"

"Riley, great! Listen, my uncle had to duck out early tonight, so the meeting will finish up tomorrow morning at the office. Can you meet me there at about eleven?"

A meeting on a Saturday morning? "Yes, of course I can meet you there. Should I go up or will you meet me nearby?"

They agreed that Riley would go up and meet Hunter in his office. Riley felt somewhat better as he prepared for bed. Maybe Hunter's uncle was going out of town and Hunter planned on bringing Riley home. That would be wonderful. They would have a bed to make love in, which would be a wonderful treat.

Even though it was early on Friday night, Riley went to bed right after his shower and dreamed wonderful dreams. He would have a new job, Hunter would have a new place to live, and they would begin their lives together.

Hunter's office door was open when Riley got there a little after eleven. He hadn't wanted to arrive too near eleven, in case the meeting ran long and the others were still present. With a knock to announce his presence, Riley walked in with a smile and was met with a quick glance and a gesture at the chair in front of the desk.

This was strange. Usually when they met, Hunter smiled and said how glad he was to see Riley. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?"

"No, not at all. Riley, I called this meeting because there's something we need to discuss."

Something was definitely wrong. Why would Hunter call this a meeting? On the phone, there hadn't been any reference to this being anything other than getting together after a meeting. The way Hunter spoke, this had to do with work and his expression said it wasn't anything good. He took a deep breath and clasped his hands in his lap to keep them from shaking with his nerves.

Maybe he was reading too much into this. It was possible that someone from the meeting was still around somewhere and Hunter didn't want to take a chance until they left. The silence mounted, stretching out for so long that Riley thought he would scream from the tension. He tried to tell himself that nothing was wrong, that he was just upset because of what happened with Blue the previous night.




Decisions Ch. 01



"We were looking over your employment records and noticed that you haven't taken your vacation time yet this year. It might be good for you to take this upcoming week, as we aren't that busy at the moment."

Relief filled Riley at the suggestion. Perhaps this was Hunter's way of getting the two of them off work. They would go off somewhere for a holiday together. It would be wonderful.

"If it's all right to take the time off, then I guess I can do that." He leaned forward expectantly.

"Good, that's very good. Listen, when you get back, it would be best if we don't see each other anymore. My fiancée is coming back from her internship in France and I won't need any, um, relief anymore."

Getting kicked in the stomach couldn't possibly hurt anymore than hearing those words. His heart felt as though it was being ripped from his chest while the rest of him was cold and numb. "Your fiancée? I don't...what do...you have a..." His voice trailed off as he found himself unable to complete a thought. He took a breath and tried again. "I don't understand."

Riley stared at the man he'd fancied himself in love with. The man who had touched him, and whom he'd touched, so intimately. The man in question looked at him with a slight smirk, nothing like the expressions Riley normally saw.

"Let's face it, you're a cute little guy, but I'm very happy with Veronica. Finding another woman while she was away was out of the question, but you filled that place nicely. Now she's coming back and we'll be married in just a few months."

"I'll take my week's vacation," Riley said slowly, his voice seeming to come from a great distance, as he got to his feet. "I won't return to work here afterwards. I was already planning on finding something else, so I'll just start right away. Excuse me while I go clear my desk."

"Human Resources will prepare your final pay check, and they'll include your vacation pay and two months' severance. Thank you for everything you've done for me and the company."

This can't be happening, he thought to himself, as he gathered his few belongings.

First Blue tried to offer him up to his brother to test if the man was bisexual or not, and now Hunter, who he thought was his lover, claimed to have only used him for sexual release. He tried to keep from thinking as he made his way out to the bus stop. Images of the times he spent on...no he couldn't think of them as dates, not anymore. Tears prickled in his eyes as he tried to push away the memory of having sex in the back seat of Hunter's car.

Soon enough, Riley was home. He took a deep breath and walked in, ignoring his roommates to lock himself in his room. The first thing he did was go to the mirror and look at his reflection. Cute. Both Jake and Hunter described him as cute. Actually, both of them used the exact same words and called him a cute little guy.

No matter how much he hated it, people wouldn't see him as anything more than a twink. Why fight it? Any man he met would automatically identify him in that way. It didn't matter that he didn't really understand it, that's just the way it was. Even worse, it seemed all he was good for was to be used.

"Accept it. Use it and make it work to your advantage. That's what the professors used to say, to find your strengths and play to them. So, stop your bellyaching and get to it. You can't change the past, but you can change the present to make the future yours."

By Sunday night, Riley knew what he wanted to do. He packed all his things and called his parents. They were somewhat surprised that he wanted them to store his things, but agreed and promised to drive over the next day to move everything over. Riley only told his roommates that he quit his job and needed to move somewhere closer to where he would work next. He made it sound as though there was already something waiting for him.

In the morning, he sat at his computer to do research and find a new place to live. He made some notes, sent out new inquiries and found himself growing calm and sure. This was the right thing to do. It wouldn't be easy but he could do it.

The knock at the door surprised him, since he didn't expect his parents for another two hours. It surprised him even more to find Blue standing there. Riley stared at the man who'd been his friend, neither smiling nor slamming the door closed. Blue had simply recognized the truth about him, even if he didn't appreciate it.

"Riley, please, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I just don't think Hunter is right for you and I hoped spending time with Jake..."

"It doesn't matter. Apparently, Hunter agreed with you about everything and was simply taking advantage of the 'cute little guy' until his fiancée came home. So go ahead and give your brother my number. He can rent a room, I'll bend over for him, and we'll see if he's into guys as well as girls. In the meantime, however, I have things to do and I want to get them done as soon as I can. Goodbye."

Riley knew he was being a drama queen, a bitchy one at that, but he didn't particularly care. He closed the door against Blue's protests and went to put the finishing touches on his packing. He'd only been here a little over a year, but he'd managed to spread his things around quite a bit. Mostly because the guys liked his stuff and were always borrowing it. Seemed easier to have it out and accessible than put up with their knocking on his bedroom door all the time.

He fielded one phone call from Harley, who told him that they were very sorry and that he was being a bit unfair to Blue. Riley let him have his say then simply hung up. He didn't feel up to anything more than that. Why should he try to be fair, when it seemed no one was being fair to him?

His parents arrived and helped him load up his belongings, all except for the suitcase Riley planned to take with him while he took off for the week to work things out. He thought about Jacob then, wondering if the man was bisexual. What would he do if Blue's brother actually called him? Remembering the details of Jacob's appearance, Riley felt his heart sink when he realized that he probably would end up meeting the man. It couldn't be worse than that awkward fumbling in the BMW, after all, and might even be better.



Decisions Ch. 01



Chapter 1: "Set in Stone"

Alli sat on a soft padded stool in front of her makeup mirror and sighed. She'd not slept very much for a couple of nights, now, and the decision she had finally made after years of denial had been, to her great surprise, one of the easiest things she'd ever done. Her stomach fluttered as she pursed her lips and frowned slightly in determination. Her intuition and her heart told her she was doing the right thing, but 10 years of shame and embarrassment cried out in panic, begging her to stop. For better or for worse, her life was about to change, and she hoped with all heart that she was ready.

When Alli was 14 years old, she was helping her father change a fuel pump in his Ford flatbed truck. The local mechanic, whom Daddy was too cheap to hire, had told him that the easiest way to change the pump was to unfasten the big bolts that held the bed to the frame and tilt the bed up so that the pump could be taken out the top of the tank. Her Daddy had just gotten the side of the bed propped up with a board and was searching for a cinder block to stabilize the weight when Alli had walked into the barn. 

Fascinated by all things mechanical, Alli knelt beside the pickup and put her hands on the frame. The motion dislodged the board, and when her father had run around the stalls and saw his daughter, she was holding what was left of her arms up in the air and staring at them with a puzzled expression on her lovely face. Just before she passed out, she'd looked at Jim Olsen and said, "I'm so sorry, Daddy!"

To make a long story short, the fact that Jim was more focused on saving his daughter's life than anything was commendable, but short-sighted. Between the time the doctor at the small Georgia clinic asked Jim for the hands and the time he'd made it back to the farm in the Sherriff's howling police car, the farm dogs had made short work of the delicate presents they'd found on the floor of the milking barn. Jim Olsen returned to the clinic a defeated man. 

Alli had come out of surgery several hours later minus her hands and several inches of her forearms. The board of the clinic had reckoned themselves lucky to get the young physician, and the success of Alli's surgery did nothing to dissuade them. As they healed, her stumps lost all traces of trauma save the hair-like suture lines the Doctor had placed so very carefully. 

Every morning and every evening for eight years after that, Jim Olsen helped his daughter with her prosthetic hooks, and Alli valued her time with her father too much to tell him that she was far more than capable of dealing with her prosthetics herself, and could be in and out of her hooks in seconds. 

There was no money for life-like hands; the farm demanded hard work from all its tenants, and Alli was expected to hold up her end of things, regardless of her handicap. Alli's mother was German, a taciturn, hard-working farm wife, and the sight of her daughter without her hooks offended her Teutonic sensibilities. She made it plain that Alli needed her industrial hooks to be productive, and insisted she wear them unless on her own, which was rare. The few times she had seen Alli without her hooks, she'd turned quickly away and told Alli to "Put herself together and get to work. The bills aren't going to pay themselves." Her answer to her daughter's developing breasts was tighter t-shirts and baggy clothing, which earned her jeers and merciless teasing from her peers at school. 

With her father's help and her mother's ignorance, Alli excelled in school in spite of her conditions, and when she turned eighteen, she had already secretly graduated. Acceptance letters made their way to a post office box her father had procured for her in town, and a few days later, Jim Olsen put his only child on a bus to the University of Oregon, and went home to confront his wife. 

Outraged that her husband would let her unpaid worker escape, Greta Olsen packed her meager belongings and bought a ticket for Munich, never to be seen again. Alli's father sold the farm and went to work on an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico after sending Alli an address and account number. When she inquired about the number, she was told that the account contained over three million dollars from the sale of the farm and surrounding land. Her father sent cards and letters for a few years, but by the time she graduated with a degree in computer design and engineering, the contact had ceased.

Alli had been working for a large electronics company in Portland for about a year when she met Sam.

San Enfield was a creature of habit. He always arose at the same time, did his workout in his home gym at the same time, and was in his studio carving by 8:00 in the morning. Sam carved in stone, mostly marble and granite, other stone by request. His was an ancient art; he carved gargoyles, grotesques and other medieval figurines for churches and collectors. One of a handful of master stonecarvers left in the world, he worked by commission and was booked out years in advance. 

This day found him in Portland to meet an old client to look at drawings for another commission. The meeting had gone well, and before she left to return to her home in the Seattle area, the client had given Sam a hefty reserve fee and a first class ticket to Vermont to select stone with her the following week. As he sipped his coffee and made some changes to his website, he noticed a woman looking over his left shoulder from a seat just behind him. She was so intent that when she noticed him looking back at her with a half smile, she jumped and brought a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. Except that it wasn't a hand, it was a prosthetic hook. Sam's cock surged into an erection at the sight.

"I'm so sorry to peep over your shoulder! I was taken by the carvings in the pictures. Please forgive me, I should mind my own business," she said and looked down at her own laptop. Not content to let the special encounter stop there, Sam responded. "Do you like stone carving?"

"Very much", she answered, recovering some of her dignity. "I admire the work and I admire very much the skill of the artisan."

Sam stood and put out his hand. "I'm Sam. Would you mind very much if I joined you? I could tell you about the carvings if you like."

The woman put out her right hook, almost daring Sam to flinch. He did not, and shook it softly. "I'd like that. My name is Alli. Do you know about carving?"

Sam moved his laptop and coffee to Alli's table and sat to her right. "I'd like to think so; it's my website we're looking at."

Alli burst into a soft, pleasant laugh, looked down at the table and then looked back up at Sam through her soft brown bangs, and in that instant his amputee fetish was subsumed, and he felt an urgency he'd never felt before. 

The sunrise of the end of two solitary lives had risen over the distant horizon, and they were just beginning to feel the warmth of the light it was to shine upon them.

From that moment in the coffee shop, they were smitten with each other, and they began a heartfelt, although tentative courtship, the likes of which neither had ever experienced. Sam showed Alli his carving studio, and she'd spent a number of days sitting and watching him carve the glowing stone into shapes. She wondered how the coarse rock became satin smooth under Sam's careful violence, feeling it with her cheek instead of her metal fingers. Days turned into weeks, and they were both breathtakingly happy. 

The one subject which never seemed to arise was Alli's amputations. She'd mentioned that she had had an accident when she was 14, and that had been that. Sam found himself content to be with her, and although he derived great pleasure from the fact that she was a double amputee, as well as watching her work with her hooks, he'd not asked to see her stumps and she had not offered. They had shared some intense petting sessions, and although both were anxious to take the relationship to the next level, neither wanted to take the first step.

Sam had been wrestling with his past as a devotee, and although he still visited some amputee websites occasionally, his attention was truly on Alli now.

For her part, Alli was agonizing over the ways she felt she could show Sam her stumps without disgusting him. Her mother's influence had never really left her, and she still felt ashamed of her stumps and what she felt was their hideous appearance. She was gripped by an intense sexual frustration made somewhat worse by her lust-filled evenings with Sam. She knew she was missing out on something, but she wasn't sure what, since masturbation had been condemned by her mother. She had engaged in some frustrating sessions when she was younger, but fulfillment had escaped her, since her hooks were not really suitable for self stimulation. Her stumps, a source of revulsion to her mother, were too short to effectively reach her genitals, and so became another disappointment to Alli as well. The only orgasmic feelings she had ever had were delivered quite by surprise as she sat on the out-of-balance washing machine to keep it from walking across the basement floor and unplugging itself.

After much soul-searching, Sam decided that he should bare his soul to Alli, and beg for her understanding. He felt that, based on his behavior toward her, his love for her and his need to have her in his life, he had to be totally honest. He explained this with a long letter that he had delivered to her via a mutual friend over a weekend that Alli had known he would be on the East coast. In the letter, he explained everything, asked her forgiveness for not being forthright with her, and set a time the following Monday to meet. He said that he would understand if she chose not to see him anymore, and hoped with all his heart that she would stay with him. He wanted her to have the time she needed to process the information in the letter and begged her not to think of him as cowardly for revealing his thoughts in a letter. He gave the letter to Mary, their friend. His eyes were tearing up and she could tell he was miserable but knew better than to ask why.

Mary had delivered the letter to Alli at around 6:00 Friday evening. She had explained how miserable Sam had looked, and that she hoped that whatever problems arose, they could overcome them. 

Alli's hooks were shaking as she sat on the couch and tore open the letter. As she read through it, her emotions ranged from shock to anger to denial. After the fourth reading and the third glass of wine, she'd decided to take a shower and go to bed. She slid her blouse over her head and stepped out of her skirt. Her hooks slid under the waistband of her panties and she dropped them in the hamper in her bathroom. The front clasp on her bra was easy, and then she shrugged her hooks off for the ten-thousandth time. She stood in her bathroom naked and looked at herself, really looked. At five feet, six inches, she was average in height. Her brown hair was short for ease of care, although she would have liked to have it longer. Her green eyes were really quite striking with her olive skin. Her breasts were large, full and moved constantly, and she considered them her best part although they were somewhat more pendulous than she would have preferred, a fact she blamed on not wearing a bra until she was almost 19. Below her flat, toned stomach, the hair at her mound was darker than that on her head, and quite thick, which she disliked but felt helpless to remedy with her handicap.

Her handicap.

She looked at her stumps as they hung, carefully motionless. Her mother had insisted that Alli keep her stumps tight to her sides and still when she was without her hooks, so she didn't have to see them. With a frustrated howl, she began to wave them around in random circles and flap them like tiny, pitiful wings. Her breasts swayed and bobbed as she flipped her stumps and she began to laugh. Sam loved her stumps as much as her hated mother had disdained them. How strange was that? Alli sat on the toilet and peed, then put one hook on to wipe, since without her hook, her arm was too short to do the job. Brushing her teeth went normally and then she moved to the bed. When she grasped the smooth cool sheets with her stumps it occurred to her how much of her world she was missing by hiding inside her hooks. She took the letter between the butter-soft skin at the tips of her forearms, watching carefully as the ends deflected slightly where the skin was slightly longer than the bones. She felt the paper, smiling at the sensations and the sound as she rustled the page. 

A change came over her as she read the page held in her stumps, and by the time she got to the end this time her heart began to swell, and she knew what she would do. 

Alli sat on the softly padded stool in front of her makeup mirror and knew exactly what to do. In her heart and in her body, she was naked. She'd been to a spa over the weekend, and had had a full body wax including a Brazilian, a pedicure and a massage. Her hair had been cut into a more modern fashion that she could continue to style herself. Her brows were nicely arched and she had finally had a bra fitting. She was astonished to find that she was a 34D, and more surprised to find a bra that she could put on without her hooks. She put on her new bra, reaching around the front of her breasts one at a time and lifted her girls into position with her soft stumps. A silk short-sleeve blouse was next, in a deep green to match her eyes, and then a short but successful struggle with matching panties and a knee-length skirt. She spun in front of the mirror and was quite pleased indeed. Her eye caught the reflection of the package of nearly empty birth-control pills on the table, and her pulse quickened at the decision she'd made weeks ago.

Sam had spent a distracted and miserable weekend at a quarry in New England. He'd been abrupt and snippy with his customer and had felt the need to apologize to her. The plane ride home seemed interminable, and his home was cold and far too quiet. He was more worried than he had ever been in his life and his meeting with Alli (hopefully) was an hour away, in a neutral location which gave her the ability to leave if she felt the need.

He was still in his robe when the doorbell rang. He decided not to answer it and went into the bedroom to change. He stood in the door to his bathroom and suddenly felt dizzy enough to sit on the bed, and as hid did he began to weep. He leaned forward and sat with his elbows on his knees as huge sobs wracked his body. He felt the need to surrender, to give up on his life and curl into a ball from which he felt he might never emerge. 

His body fought for some time to crawl to the surface of his misery. When he finally opened his eyes, he was astonished to see two delicate shoes in front of his own bare feet. He sat and stared at them for a minute, and then felt the gentlest of caresses on each side of his face, a pair of satiny stumps tilting his eyes up to gaze upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Alli was crying too, and as the tears ran down her face she said, "My name is Alli, and I don't have any hands. Could I use yours for a while?"

Sam considered his answer carefully, and then whispered, "Only if you want them for a lifetime."

"It's a deal, Sammy. Now get dressed and let's go shopping, OK? I need a new wardrobe, and I'm counting on you to help me pick it out and help me try it on." She put out her right stump, and Sam took it and stood. Alli pulled him into a hug and kissed him soundly, her stumps meeting behind his neck and her breasts pressing warmly into his chest. She released him and turned toward the door, her skirt swirling nicely and her hips moving very pleasantly over her low heels. Sam found himself watching her twitching stumps as she walked away, and an erection swelled to life in his pants. Her stumps were everywhere as she walked toward the garage, picking up her purse, petting the Maine Coon cat, Max, on the back of the couch. They wiggled in time to her steps and rested against the outer curve of her breasts as she turned to face him at the car. She watched as his eyes travel over her, and her pulse quickened as she saw the love and maybe something more. He kissed her again as he took her arm to lower her into the car. As he leaned across her body to fasten the seat belt his wrist brushed her left breast, and he started to stammer an apology. As his eyes met hers, she took his hands in the crook of her elbows and held it against her breast. "It's OK Sam. You can touch me anywhere you like, okay?" 

As he backed away from her and stood beside the car, he drug his palm and fingers back across her breast slowly, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth slackened a little. He shut the door gently and got in the car. On the highway, Alli chatted away merrily, causing Sam to laugh out loud more than once. After about two hours in the car, he pulled into a rest area and asked Alli if she needed to use the restroom.

"That would be great, Sam. Will you help me?" 

"Of course, sweetness; let me get you out of the seatbelt." Alli was quite able to release the seatbelt herself, but felt a thrill as Sam came around the car to help her. As he reached in, she made sure her boob touched his arm, and that her stump caressed his shoulder. His warm hand found her stump and pulled gently to help her stand, and as they walked to the rest room, he kept his hand on the small of her back. The possessive gesture made Alli feel protected and cared for, and by the time they reached the women's rest room door, she was smiling. 

There were no other cars in the parking lot, so Sam wasn't nervous as they entered. He helped Alli into the stall and drew her panties down after he cleaned the seat well. He was looking up at the ceiling as she began to pee, and as the hissing sound grew, she burst into laughter and he followed. By the time she was done, they were both roaring with laughter. Sam heard the door open just as he was wiping Alli's pussy, so he didn't spend as much time there as he would have liked to. When he said, "All done," he heard a gasp from the next stall, and the sound of clothes rustling. When he opened their stall door, a woman was backing out of the bathroom, her angry face pointed toward them. 

"What kind of perverted things are you doing in this facility, you freak! I'm calling the State Police right now, and they're going to arrest you!" At that moment, Alli stepped out from behind Sam and waved her stumps at the woman with a smile. "OH!" the woman stammered. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were handicapped, miss. I apologize for the misunderstanding," she said, blushing furiously. 

"I'm not handicapped, Ma'am. I just don't have any hands. Bye now," Alli said cheerily, as they left. They'd only gotten a few yards when Alli slapped Sam on the arm with a stump and giggled, "Pervert!" They burst into fits of giggling again. After about another hour, Sam unwrapped a granola bar and gave it to Alli. He watched out of the corner of his vision as she maneuvered it between her stump tips, chewing happily until it was gone. "Oops, I have some melted chocolate here," Alli said. Sam looked just as Alli raised her left stump and began to lick a bit of chocolate from the tip. When she knew Sam was watching, she sucked the soft tip into her mouth and rolled it around, her eyes gone sultry and dark. Her tongue darted out and caressed her skin, wrinkling the tip of her stump as the tissue was compressed. "Tastes pretty good. Too bad there's no more chocolate on it," she said quietly. 

"There could be chocolate someplace you can't lick, you know." Sam said, a growl in his voice. Alli leaned over toward him, and as she did, the seatbelt pulled her blouse taut. Her breasts were dramatically separated and enhanced by the pressure. Sam's eyes darted to her cleavage and Alli said, "Something wrong, darling?"




Decisions Ch. 01



"No, nothings wrong, sweetness. In fact, for the first time ever in my life, everything's just right." He swept his tongue up the scar on the end of Alli's left stump, and she shuddered in bliss.

Shortly, they turned off the interstate and made their way to the mall. Sam led Alli into an Elephant and Castle pub at the end of the mall and they ordered a snack of French fries and a pint each of a nice dark Porter. Alli got busy with the fries, wielding her stumps with precision that had Sam staring in wonder. She fed him several and then too her beer carefully between her stump tips and held it out. 

"To the future, and decisions gladly made," She said. 

"To decisions!" Sam answered.

"This is an incredibly good day for me, and I want you to know how much I appreciate your honesty, Sam. I have struggled for years with the mental stress and the shame my mom made me feel about my little stubbies, and it seems like you've lifted the pressure completely off my shoulders. I thank you from the bottom of my heart," she said, her eyes misting. "I'm curious about your interest in amputees like me, and I wondered if you wouldn't mind talking about it."

"I've never spoken or written a word about it to anyone but you, Alli. I always thought it would be something I would keep secret for the rest of my life. You can't imagine how much better I feel with it off my chest. I don't even know when it started, actually. In seventh grade, an amputee girl had a locker next to me, and I nearly became a stalker in my pursuit of her. She was missing her left arm just below the elbow, even shorter than yours. She always wore long sleeved dresses and blouses and held her arm stiffly by her side. I held the drinking fountain on for her one day and she looked right at me and said thank you. I went home that night and nearly beat my poor cock to death replaying it in my mind. I can still see it like it happened ten minutes ago. Since then I have been helpless to act like a normal human around amputees. The first time I saw you in the coffee shop, I was stunned by your face, but when I saw your hooks, I thought I'd faint dead away. I hope that's not too creepy for you."

"I don't see why, Sam. To be loved by someone you love back is the greatest gift I can imagine. To find out that the one thing you'd change in your life is the thing they value almost beyond measure is heady stuff. The possibilities nearly make me giddy. I know, for example, that you will never, ever look away if I do things like this..." She reached her right stump under her right breast and held it up a little, then used her left stump to rub at the tip of it until the nipple stood erect inside the lacy bra. "Am I right?"

"I just came in my pants, Alli."

"Are you serious?" She said, stunned.

"Look for yourself," Sam said. Alli bent to the side and looked under the table. Sure enough, a dark stain was spreading on the fabric partway down Sam's thigh. 

"My God, Sam! How many women have ever excited a man enough to cause a spontaneous orgasm without even touching them?"

"You're the only woman in the world exciting enough to do that, love." Alli looked under the table again. "Shit, Sam! How big are you? That stain is way down your leg!"

"I don't really have anyone to compare with, and it's been a long time since high school. I'm just me, I guess. It feels huge right now, though," he said, shyly looking down at the table. 

Alli broke the silence. "Would you like to go clean up a little? I took the liberty of reserving a room at the Hilton on the other end of the mall.I'll stand at the edge of the table, and you stand up behind me, okay? We'll go to the door like that, and then out to the car, and nobody will see the wet spot. As Alli slid over to stand, Sam noticed that her nipple was still quite erect, and when she noticed his gaze, she brushed her stump against the other nipple until it was hard as well. "I don't want to be asymmetrical, you know," she said gently. Sam stood up behind her and leaned his face next to her ear. His tongue darted out and flicked against her free-hanging earlobe, and he whispered, "I love you, Alli." She shuddered in pleasure and replied, "Be careful, dearest, once you get me started, I may not be able to stop."

"I'm counting on it."

After they'd checked into the hotel they made their way to the top floor suite that Alli had reserved. The bellman opened the room and took a small tip from Alli's outstretched stumps without apparent hesitation. As Sam stood looking out the window, Alli stood behind him and reached around him with her shortened arms. She gently stroked his chest, and he found his own little nipples rising to the stimulation, as well as his cock.

She stepped back abruptly and said, "You take a shower and get cleaned up. I'm going shopping for some much needed stuff." When Sam opened his mouth to object, she placed a stump on his lips. "I need some things before we have dinner, so don't get impatient, all right? I promise it will be worth the wait."

"Are you out of your mind, woman? You can't leave me like this!" Lee's pussy gave a lurch when she looked down and saw Sam's enormous bulge.

"Yes, I can, Sam. You'll be even more excited to see me when I've had a chance to shop. And don't you dare touch that monster while I'm gone!" she smiled.

"Will you be all right by yourself?" He asked, concern evident on his face.

"I won't be by myself. I called ahead and a shopping assistant is waiting for me at the front desk. She'll help me as much or as little as I need. I have my credit card and my cell phone, so I can call you and you can call me, OK?"

Sam kissed her tenderly. "I'll miss you."

"Like I said, it will be worth it. See you in a couple of hours," she said as she walked out the door.

Alli made her way to the elevator and bent to push the call button. She was beginning to get used to the process of using her stumps instead of her hooks, and the process had actually begun to be quite enjoyable, she found some things frustrating unless Sam was there to watch her, and then the same movements became somehow erotic. She'd been in a state of arousal all day, and the need to have an orgasm on her mind all the time. She did some Kegel squeezes on the way to the lobby, and nearly came in the process. Turning left into the beautiful atrium-style lobby, she followed the signs to the concierge desk, and was delighted to find a very attractive young brunette standing there. When the woman saw her, she waved and began to walk toward her. The girls gait was noticeably different, and before they'd closed the gap between them, Alli had determined that the woman had an artificial leg. Co-incidence or not? She wondered as the woman put her hand out and took Alli's right stump in her own warm hand.

"You must be Alli. I'm Janet Pratt, and I'm pleased to be your shopping assistant today."

"Hello Janet, I'm pleased to meet you and I'm looking forward to doing some shopping with your help. I've got lingerie on top of my list right off, will that be a problem?"

"Not at all, Alli. Just think of me as your long-lost sister. I'll do anything it takes to make your shopping experience a great one. Can I get you a coffee?"

"That's probably not a good idea, Janet. I'm pretty sure you don't want to be stuck in a bathroom stall with me."

"Actually, Alli, that kind of situation is exactly what I meant when I said 'anything'. I'm here to serve you, and if that's what it takes, I'm fine with it," she smiled brilliantly. "So is this an "I'll carry your bags." shopping trip, or is it a "Let's get a cart" shopping trip?"

"May I be frank, Janet?" Alli said.

"Please do. You can count on my total discretion." Janet stood closer to Alli and her hands took Alli's stumps easily as she leaned in for privacy.

"This is an "I'm staying in a hotel with the love of my life, I have never owned a stitch of lingerie and I'm a virgin" kind of shopping trip."

Janet drew Alli into a quick hug. "Well then, let's not waste another minute of daylight, girlfriend! Are you in a 'Victoria's secret' mood, or are you more of a 'Frederick's of Hollywood' girl?"

"The latter, I think. I tried on some VS stuff at home, and I'm not really built well for it."

"Nope. You have hips and boobs. Not a Vic's girl at all. Let's get going!" She took Alli's elbow and tucked it into hers and they started off. Alli broached the leg subject carefully. "You seem to have a sore foot, would you like to get a cart?"

"Nope. I don't have a sore foot. In fact I don't have a foot at all. I am missing both of my legs above the knee. So we're kind of like sisters, which is why I requested you when your assistant request came up. Turn left up here."

"Wow, you walk better than I do, Janet." 

"Well, not to brag, but I just ran the NYC Marathon. Here we are." She steered them into the front door of the lavishly decorated Frederick's store. 

Alli began to pick through the racks of delectable fashions and lingerie as Janet went to find a saleswoman. She returned with a raven-haired voluptuous woman in her forties. Her appearance was breathtaking in the patented "maybe I'm a slut and maybe I'm not' fashion and her smile stretched ear to ear. "My name is Maria," she said in a rich Spanish-accented alto, "And I so am delighted that you've chosen to shop here!"

"I guess you need my sizes, Maria?" She walked around me in a slow circle.

"It is not necessary Senorita. I have done this for 25 years. I know what sizes you are already, although your brassiere does not fit correctly, and with your permission I will make some suggestions there."

"Thank you for your advice, Maria, but I just had a fitting for the first time in my life, though..."

"With all due respect, senorita, you have not been fitted by me. The ladies in the store, they want you to fit into their products, Si? Maria wants your breasts displayed like the miracles they are, so the man, or maybe the lucky lady, is entranced by them."

I leave my breasts in your capable hands, Maria, since I have none of my own. Do with them as you will," Alli said with a smile.

"Senorita will pardon me, please, but what Maria wants to do with your Tetas, she cannot do here in the store," she said with a wicked smile. 

"Perhaps later, my beauty, perhaps later; I am at the Hilton, Maria, and I am with the most wondrous of men, a man that can look beyond my deficiencies and see me as I am. I am a virgin, but I am hoping that this is my last day as one." She held up her stumps for Maria to see. She took them in her soft hands and brought them to her mouth, kissing them one at a time.

"The senorita has no deficiencies that I can observe, only unusual assets which can be enhanced for effect. You feel the need to enhance your...special assets, Si? May I proceed?"

"Please do, Maria, and the more my assets are displayed, the happier we will all be tonight."

As Maria brought clothing to her, Janet began to help her try them all on. They ranged from traditional bras and lovely panties to match, to balconette bras leaving Alli's naked engorged nipples jutting forward in a blatantly erotic display. It was as Maria said; as soon as she put on a 36DD bra, she felt much better. Her wide breasts sat happily in the wider cups, and the band was much more comfortable as well.

They finished with a set of black seamed hose and a garter set to compliment a thong panty and balconette set in deep maroon. Over that was a mid-thigh blue dress with an accentuated waist and a deep plunge to show off her boobs. The sleeves fell just to her elbows, leaving her stumps on display.

"So, you have found someone who isn't disturbed by your stumps?" Janet asked, as they went over the keepers and go-backs in the dressing room. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it, of course. Have you always gone without prosthetics?"

"No problem, Janet. I guess that Sam is what you would call a devotee, but in the best definition of the term. He was attracted to me before he knew I was an amputee. My stumps just sealed the deal, as it were. He is a truly wonderful man, and gave me every chance to bail out after he prepared a heart-rending letter telling me about his fetish and suggesting I might be better off without him. The fact is that I know he is exactly who I have been waiting for all my life. And, by the way, I have been in public without my hooks for exactly 10 hours my whole life, starting this morning when I left my house."

"My God, Alli, I feel so happy for you!"

"Thanks, Janet. It's been so liberating, so erotic all day. I regret that it took so long to try it, but now I can't see myself going back. Is there a special guy in your life?"

"Nope, for two reasons. One, I have never met a devotee, and two, I don't bat for that team, if you know what I mean."

"I'm so sorry, Janet! I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, Alli, how could you know? I'm very careful here at work, so no one here knows I'm a lesbian. I kind of wish that I'd found you before Sam did, to be honest, though." She winked at me and added, "Just a joke. I may have to talk with Maria about her skills with breasts, however." 

From the other side of the curtain, they heard, "Maria would be happy to show the Senorita her skills at any time, Si?"

"I don't think it's funny, Janet." Alli paused for effect, and regretted it as she watched the color drain out of Janet's face. "I think it's as hot as hell. I think you're a spectacularly beautiful woman, and if I wasn't hoping to lose my virginity tonight, I'd invite you to our room. I mean what guy doesn't have a fantasy about watching two women make out? I just have to run it by Sam first, OK?"

"Oh Alli, do you think he'd let us play?" Janet whispered. "I would really like that a lot, and I promise to play nice and to share you equally. Can I meet with you tomorrow for more shopping?"

"I think Sam will want to come along tomorrow, but there's no reason you couldn't meet up with us for lunch, is there? I think if he found out you were a double amp like me, he'd be powerless to resist your request to get naked with me."

"I am absolutely dripping from the anticipation of this, Alli. I may need to take care of myself here."

"I know what you mean. I can't wait to have my first orgasm," Alli said. Janet's hand flew to her mouth as she gasped.

"No way; tell me it's not true, Alli." Janet's face blanched again as she watched Alli pantomime reaching for her pussy with her stumps.

"See what I mean Janet? Too short. Actually, I had an affair with our washing machine when I was a kid, but it wasn't too satisfying, mostly just numbing, ya know?" She smiled.

"If tonight wasn't your first time, I swear I'd jump your bones right now, Alli. As it is though, I'm going to take a rain check. It wouldn't be fair to Sam. If you don't mind though...?" Janet slid the door closed on the dressing room. Alli sat on a short stool opposite the bench Janet sat on and watched as Janet slid her dress up over her thighs and around her waist. She was not wearing underwear, and her pussy was slick, shiny and completely hairless. As far as Alli could determine, she had no inner labia at all, and her slit was neat and only about two inches long. The outer labia were thin and met in a perfect line. As Alli looked, a thin thread of lubricant stretched toward the floor and fell. When Janet's fingers slid her slit apart, more lube fell to the carpet, making a spot the size of a quarter.

"Oh, you are a little excited, aren't you?" Alli queried. Janet slid two fingers easily into her vagina, and her thumb began to tap the top of her slit. Alli watched in fascination as Janet curled her fingers up into the roof of her cunt repeatedly. 

"Ummm, so good...you might want to...uhhhmmm...scoot back a little, I uuhhh squirt when I come like this...ummm oh, oh, OH FUCK!" she hissed. A small jet of fluid shot out of Janet's body and hit the carpet and one of Alli's stumps. Without thinking, Alli raised her stump to her mouth and sucked it off. It didn't taste like anything, and it had no smell at all. "What in the world just happened, Janet?" 

"I should let Sam fill you I in this stuff, Alli," Janet panted. "Some women can ejaculate from a gland near the vagina. It's one of the most sacred fluids in the world. Speaking of Sam, do you think he's awake yet?"

"I don't know; I don't have a watch. How long have we been gone from the hotel?" 

"About 4 hours or so, Alli. We should get you dressed up and ready."

"I need to call Sam; he'll think I've fallen in a ditch somewhere!" Alli found her purse in the pile of clothing and fumbled through it until she found her cell phone. Pinching it between the tips of her stumps, she sat it on her thigh and just stared at it. She looked up at Janet, a sheepish expression on her face. "Well, crap, Janet, I've never tried to dial without my hooks. Would you mind doing it for me just this once? I'll practice when I get some time, I promise."

Janet smiled and took the phone, dialed the speed-dial number Alli gave her, and put it between Alli's stumps. After a little fumbling, she put it to her ear and spoke for a moment, and then put the phone down on her thigh and flipped it shut. She dropped it in her purse and turned to Janet, her face flushed and happy. "I have to go now, Janet. The man I love needs to make me a woman."

They gathered their things and paid Maria, who wished them well, and then walked out into the mall. Alli did fairly well in her heels and short skirt, and more than a few heads turned to watch her go by, some because she was beautiful, and some because her short arms were pumping in time to her hurried steps. Janet took the bags to the door of Alli's room and turned to go. Alli touched her shoulder and turned her around. Janet's eyes were closed and her mouth hung a little slack. "Are you okay, Janet? You don't look like you feel well."

"I'm fine, Alli, I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"I hope I didn't overwork you, Janet, and if I did, I apologize."

"Look, Alli; I think you're terrific and I'd like to be close friends, but I have to tell you something, okay? I thought it might be too much for you, but it needs to be said. I am a devotee like Sam, okay, but also much more than that."

"It's okay, Janet, it really is. I really kind of like the whole thought of it. What else do you need to tell me?"

Janet took Alli's stumps in her own tiny hands and rubbed them on her face, sighing. She pulled Alli to her and kissed her deeply and with great feeling. "I was not born an amputee, Alli. I didn't have an accident like you did, either. I became one by choice about three years ago. I'm sorry if I've ruined this, really I am. Please call me if you'd like to see me again."

"Before this week, I might have been shocked, Janet. Right now though, I just want to hold you close and tell you that it's okay and that I sympathize with your struggles. I just hope you're happier now. And I will call you as soon as I have a chance to talk to Sam about you. Right now though, I have something else on my mind." Alli kissed Janet and drug her stumps down Janet's chest, lingering on her erect nipples. Janet sighed and turned away. 

Alli knocked on the door with her elbow, and Sam opened it, welcoming her with a hug and a kiss, then stood back and said, "Welcome back, Angel. You are so hot looking I nearly can't stand it! Wait, I'll get your bags for you."

"I can do it, Sam," she smiled. "It's not like I'm crippled, you know." She went out into the hall and turned toward Sam, then bent at the hips. Her breasts slid forward in the balconette until her nipples peeked shyly over the top for Sam to see, and she gathered the bag loops in her stumps as she remained bent over. When she stood, her nipples slid slowly out of sight, and she looked down at them, then at Sam. "Were you looking at my tits or at my little stubbies, sir?"




Decisions Ch. 01



"Both, actually," he answered. "Is that okay?"

"I would have been disappointed if you hadn't looked; I just spent an obscene amount of money to put them on display," she said. She took his hand in the crook of her elbow and led him to the overstuffed chair by the window and sat him down. 

Alli looked at her man through lidded eyes. "No touching unless I say so, all right?"

"You have to be kidding, Alli!"

"Not kidding. I have spent a lot of time thinking about what this would be like, and I want to do it my way. You can do it your way later."

"Yes Ma'am," he smiled.

Alli zipped her suitcase open with her teeth and took a cd between her stumps. She opened the CD player with a pencil held in her teeth and turned it on, dropping the cd in place. A light jazz mix began to play, starting with Craig Chaquico's "Acoustic Highway." 

Her hips began to sway in time to the music as she raised her stumps up to the sides of her face and caressed her cheeks. Her eyes drifted from Sam's face to the ends of her pale stumps and back, as if she was making sure he was watching, too. She needn't have worried; Sam was allowing himself to revel in his greatest fantasy come to life. He dropped his hand to his lap, and Alli shook her head while rotating her stump in a "no, no" motion. He put his hand back on the arm of the chair. 

Her stumps slid down her side, rubbing the rich blue material of her dress as they fell. She brought the tips together over her stomach and flexed them together and past each other. Sam was entranced by the way the domed ends wrinkled as the empty skin bent back and forth. The tips of her shortened arms separated as she swept them down toward the hem of the dress and back to her hips. Standing erect slowly, she pantomimed hands slipping under her soft breasts and lifting them, frowning slightly when her arms went akimbo and her breasts remained alone. Looking at the tips, she attempted to touch her mons, bending forward, left and right. 

"I can't touch myself, Sam. I'm too crippled. I have never rolled my big, fat nipples between my fingers because I don't have fingers. I don't know what it's like to think about the man I love and bring myself to an orgasm. I can't touch my cunt, Sam. I can't put my fingers inside my body and spread my pussy apart, listening to the sounds as it smacks and squishes in anticipation of a big rolling orgasm. When I was a teenager, I didn't put the handle of my hairbrush up my cunt and pretended it was some cute boy's cock. I tried put position it just right, but it never happened. I tried to put my pussy up against the washing machine when I had made it off-balanced on purpose, but it just made me numb. I have never had an orgasm, Sam, and in a minute I want you to give me what I have never had. First, though, I want to get naked for you. I want to dance for you Samuel; I want to show you the crippled body that I'd like to give you for the rest of my life." Alli groaned in pleasure and frustration; a wet spot now growing in the linen pants he wore.

The music seemed to fill the room, sexy, smooth and swirling around Alli as she moved. Her stumps were everywhere, gently rubbing. She slid one, then the other stump out of the sleeves of the dress, allowing the bodice to fall away from her breasts. She pushed the dress over her hips with stumps and elbows and stepped out of it, standing before Sam in a g-string, garter belt and hose and the magnificent balconette bra. Her new friend Maria and worked miracles, and none more obvious than the fit of the bra. The under cups matched the curve of her breasts perfectly, the bare flesh seemingly crawling out of them until the dark brown areolas perched exactly at the point the fabric stopped. Her nipples were darker and swollen to nearly an inch in length, wider than her thumbs. Around them in perfect circles arose a ring of swollen bumps, each one nearly the size of Sam's tiny nipples. Alli bent at the waist and shook her shoulders, causing her breast tissue to shimmy in the cups with a primitive rhythm. 

Another quick shimmy and the straps fell off her shoulders as she turned away from Sam. She pushed down with her stumps and slid the bra band around her body, where a quick flip with her stumps released the clips. The bra fell to the floor, along with Sam's jaw. Keeping her back to Sam, Alli slid her stumps down the front of her tits and pushed outward, knowing from a practice session that the outer curves of her breasts would slide out from her chest and into Sam's view. A groan from behind her told her that her goal had been accomplished. She turned, giving her tits a good shake. 

She put one stump out and bent over, pointing with it. "Put your hand right here and stick your finger out." He did as she asked and she stepped into his finger, hooking her g-string on it. "Pull down," she commanded. Her g-string slid down her firm thighs, followed by a thin string of moisture. "I hope you like my pussy. I had it waxed for you and I think it's kind of ugly. I didn't know my lips were so huge, and I think my clitoris is too big." She put one foot up on Sam's knee and he stared, open-mouthed. 

The pussy he was staring at was everything he'd ever wanted, the inner labia large and long, wrinkled and colored a deep brown color. Alli's outer labia were small and thin, which made the inners that much more magnificent. Her clit was the size of Sam's little finger and bright pink, and exited her labia very high, almost over the curve of her mound, and seemed to point straight at his face, begging him for comfort. 

Sam reached out toward Alli, and she slid her foot off his knee. "Stand up, please," she said softly. Sam stood, and Alli put her stumps on his shirt, rubbing them against him gently. Magically, she quickly unfastened all the buttons and slid the shirt off his shoulders and brushed her breasts against him in slow movements. Sliding down, she knelt and unfastened his belt with her teeth while rubbing his cock through the linen. Another nibble unfastened the pants and they fell to the floor, leaving just his tented boxers.

Alli put a stump under right breast and lifted it until the nipple brushed against the form inside the dripping thin blue material, and she and Sam groaned simultaneously. She lost patience and put her stumps against Sam's warm body and pushed his underwear to the floor. She kissed the dome of his cock just once, squeezed it between her stumps, and then stood.

"You can touch now, Sam," she whispered, eyes downcast.

Sam pulled her into a soft, gentle hug. She felt his cock as it slid over toward her hip as their bodies touched. She felt his hands on her ass, kneading gently, exploring, and it thrilled her. His face touched her hair and he whispered in her ear, "You are the most wondrous woman ever to walk this earth, and I am completely enchanted by your heart, your mind and your absolutely magnificent body. You are so much more than I ever thought I would find, and so very much more than I deserve. I will love you always, and desire you forever."

Alli felt tears at her eyes, but before they had a chance to fall, Sam began to nibble gently on her ear, her throat and down to her breasts, his hands never leaving contact with some part of her body. He felt no urgency, and wanted more than anything to make this experience a magical one for Alli. As Sam moved around her body, Alli stayed mindful of Sam's fetish, and touched his skin with her stumps as often as it came within her limited reach. 

Sam lifted one of Alli's bountiful breasts and licked around the circle of tin nipple-like bumps. Alli's breath came in gasps, and she was beginning to tremble in excitement. Sam knelt in front of her and kissed her clit gently. "OH!" she exclaimed in surprise. He smiled to himself and took her beautiful ass in his hands, pulling her cunt to his face and holding it as he licked what he could reach, and sucking her clit gently, like a tiny cock.. Alli's hips started to churn and she was unable and unwilling to calm them; soon her breasts began to vibrate as if the was an earthquake coming, which, in fact, there was. 

"Ohh, Sam...Ohh Sam... I can feel it coming, Sam. It's a wave, Sam... Ohh God, Sammm. Uhhmm. It's coming soon, Sam. OH Sam! Oh SHIT Sam! OHHHHHHHHFFUUUUUCKKKKKSAMMMMMM!!!!! As Alli's abdominal muscles contracted with her uterus, her knees collapsed. Sam was expecting it and slid her down against the bed as he slid two fingers into her pussy, whereupon her eyes flew open wide and her stumps stood straight out from her sides and shook until they collapsed and began to beat softly on Sam's shoulders.

"Oh. My. God. Sam. I think I wet myself. I never imagined anything like that in a million years! Oh Sam, I feel so good, so loved, so...Horny! I want more, Sam! I want everything you've got for me. I want to do this all the time, Sammy. Can I call you Sammy? I never have and I don't really know why I started now but it seemed like a nice thing to call you am I babbling?" Oh Sam. My nipples are so big, so tight. Oh. My. God."

Sam looked into his hand at the puddle of slick liquid. It had been ejected into his hand as Alli came. He wiped it on his chest and lifted her limp form onto the bed. She lay with her legs spread appealingly, her stumps outstretched, ends twitching randomly as she caught her breath. Sam asked her if she wanted to wait to continue.

"I have waited all my life for this moment, and for you; at this point, I don't care if I sleep for a week. Teach me Sam, so I can be the best lover in the world." She turned on her side and propped her head up on a stump. She beckoned with the other. "Make love to me Sam, and then later, let's fuck."

Sam climbed onto the bed and took her face in his hands. His tongue sought hers and the kissed for a while; until Sam felt satiny flesh contact his cock and looked down to see two stumps sliding up and down his member. He slid between Alli's legs and rubbed his cock up and down on her big lips. They spread apart easily and he slid into her body a couple of inches. Her eyes were fixed on his, and as he entered her, her stumps raised toward him in a gesture of beckoning. He took them in his hands and held them as he pushed gently into her. 

"Wait! Oh Sam, you're so big, just wait and let me get used to you, ok?" Alli felt like she was going to split, although the pain was quickly turning to lust as her vagina stretched open for the first time. The feeling was indescribable, and she fought the urge to push him out and pull him in simultaneously.

"Okay, Sam, give me some more of that big cock, slowly baby. Uhh, yeah, that's it a little mo...Stop! Oh fuck, Sammy, that's so fine."

Sam began to move his hips from side to side, stirring Alli's womb as she stretched to accommodate him. Her eyes were unfocussed, and her stumps rubbed on the sheets, her face and the side of her breasts as if she were trying to claw with her missing hands.

"More, baby. Ohhhh, yeah." She looked down just as Sam's hips touched hers, his cock completely within her body. She was struck with a complicated series of responses. She felt completely fulfilled and very grateful; yet deep in her core, she felt an animal awakening. She wrapped her legs around Sam's hips and gave her hips a wiggle, scooping her breasts up in her stumps and presenting them to her lover. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

Sam pulled his cock out of Alli's pussy slowly and then pushed it back in to the hilt. Her breathing deepened and she stared into his eyes as he repeated the motion. He picked up the pace as she began to instinctively push back into him; soon they had mastered the oldest dance in the world and surrendered to each other. Sam focused tightly on making this the finest lovemaking session that he was capable of, and Alli just rolled with the waves of incredible pleasure she was feeling. Her stumps had free reign over what they could reach, and she reveled in the feelings she got through her exquisitely sensitive skin. Sam raised her legs up, and as soon as she could reach them, she locked her stumps around her knees and held on tight as Sam slid relentlessly in and out of her pussy. Her breathing came in harsh gasps as her orgasm approached, and when it slammed into her, she began a high keening in time to the pulsing of her body. Sam felt the undulations begin around his cock, and the sight of Alli's stumps clutching at her knees with her tits rolling back and forth underneath them sent him over the precipice, and he came in great lunging spurts until he nearly passed out. He fell to his elbows just as Alli released her legs and lay whimpering beneath him, then fell over to lie beside her. Her hair was stuck to her face; her makeup was smeared around her eyes and lips. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, and he had every intention of telling her so. When he awoke a few hours later, Alli was turned toward him, one leg draped on his hip; a breast lay on his chest, its big nipple nearly touching his tiny one. A stump lazily caressed his chest, although its owner was still asleep. He watched the lovely shortened limb as it moved and was hard as steel in seconds. He pulled gently on Alli's arm and she effortlessly rolled onto him, eyes still closed. As she adjusted her legs up nearer to his waist, he slipped easily into her entrance. She moaned softly and said, "If I'm dreaming, I hope I never wake up."

"The only dream in this room is you, Alli. And you are a dream come true, the very embodiment of recognizably the most beautiful woman in the world as conceived by an ancient contemporary of mine, Alexandros of Antioch. You are my Venus. I would like very much to carve a likeness of you in Carrera marble, but it is possible that it could take years to complete."

"Are you in a hurry, Sam? I'd be honored to pose for you. Would I be naked?" 

"Of course you would be naked. I couldn't bear to hide your beauty behind cloth. And the only part of my life I am in a hurry to get to is the part where you are by my side 24/7."

"Now that's a project worth working on, so let's talk about it a little later, after I fuck you senseless, okay?" she said, as her hips began to churn lightly. Her stumps slid under her tits and offered them to Sam. "Do you like my tits, Sam? Are they big enough for you? My nipples are a little achy, and they wondered if you could kiss them and make them better?" She leaned forward, placing her stump tips on Sam's shoulders, and drug her breasts across Sam's chest from side to side. He took one in each hand and brought their nipples together into his mouth, kissing and sucking gently.

"That's better. Oh, Sam, I feel like your cock is going up to my diaphragm, I love being filled up by you!" Alli's hips began to slide forward and back, rubbing the head of Sam's cock on her g-spot as she moved. She sat up and started to rise and fall, her big breasts jiggling and slapping against her chest. The feel of Sam's cock inside her was like the answer to a prayer she hadn't known she was uttering, and it nearly brought her to tears as they moved together. The look on Sam's face as she rode him was one of utter bliss, and she didn't really care whether it was her face, her tits or her stumps he was so focused on; what did matter was that it was obvious that he loved her, and that was all she had ever wanted. She flipped her stumps into a positive storm of activity, waving, jiggling and touching every part of her body that was within her limited reach. His eyes tracked her twin fleshy armlets, and she was content. 

That wondrous feeling began to build again in her pussy, and as it grew, she had an unstoppable urge to pee. She knew her bladder was nearly empty, and so she went with it. The orgasm exploded within her like a thunderclap, and pussy clamped down so hard it stopped her upward progress during a bounce, and a spray of liquid squirted from her body, drenching Sam and causing his own cum to launch. They stared at each other as they shared the bliss of orgasm, and then she slid down onto Sam's chest, her breathing harsh and loud for a while, and them calming as he stroked her back. Soon he slipped out of her, followed by a gush of warm liquid from within. 

"Yow! Let's go take a shower, Sam. I'm all slimy."

"Okay, but let me get to the bathroom first," he said.

"Why?" she answered, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Because I want to see you walk toward me naked, that's why."

Lee felt a flush rise to her face. "You are crazy, mister," she stammered.

"No, I'm not. I'm in love, but I'm also in lust, so oblige me, okay?" Sam leaned against the bathroom doorframe and crossed his arms over his powerful chest, a determined look on his face. Alli thought back to every 'Victoria's Secret' show she'd ever seen and a smoldering look slid over her pretty face. Her lips pursed like a spoiled little model, she placed non-existent hands on her hips and strutted toward her man, making a turn halfway there to shake her ass at him, look over her shoulder and pantomime blowing a kiss off the tip of her left stump. As she closed the short distance between her and Sam, she watched in pleasure as his battered cock struggled erect again as Sam's mouth hung open. Putting a stump under his jaw, she pushed it up gently and looked down at his manhood. 

"Did I do that?" she pouted.

"Nobody else in the world could do that for me, Venus"

"Not even if she was an amputee?"

"I've found my amputee, darlin', and you're her."

Sam drew their bath and Lee busied herself playing with his butt as they waited for the water to rise. Of course, the water was not the only thing to rise, but after a brief kissing session, they decided to let the old warrior rest a little while, and busied themselves getting each other clean. They were both surprised when they awoke with a start in a cool tub and a dark bathroom, the pink sunset already turning to darkness outside the hotel room.

"Oh my gosh!" Sam exclaimed. We need to get dressed, love. I have dinner reservations for us in an hour and a half."

"Do we have to leave the room?" Alli whined as she climbed out of the tub with Sam's help.

"Afraid so, honey. I feel the need to dance with my girl. Are you okay with that?" Sam enfolded her in a warmed towel from the heated rack nearby, and patted her dry.

"I don't know Sam. I don't think I have ever danced in public before."

"Well, you certainly don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd like you to try. I'm pretty sure you'd be great at it."

They enjoyed the process of dressing, except for the makeup part, which seemed to baffle Sam in spite of his artistic abilities. Sam called for a car, and they arrived at the restaurant right on time. Sam had brought a Salmon colored polo shirt and grey slacks, while Alli wore a light yellow silk blouse over a matching push-up bra from the mall, leaving the wait staff breathless at her pillowy cleavage. Her darker Capri pants were tight and accented her Manolos very nicely. They ordered wine, and both enjoyed the sight of Lee grasping the wine glass between the back of one stump and the front of the other. Sam fed her throughout the meal and accompanied her when she needed the ladies room. 

Sam waited until the band began to play a slow tune, and then stood and held his hand out to her. She placed her stump in his palm and he helped her stand. They made their way to the dance floor, where she placed her stumps on his shoulders and he guided her by the waist and hip. The side of her face found his shoulder and she sighed as they moved together. "This is really nice," she whispered into his ear. They tried a couple of faster dances, but she was very self conscious about what to do with her stumps, so they stuck to slow dances until he caught her yawning.

"I think someone needs to take a little nap," Sam said softly. "It's been a big day for both of us."




Decisions Ch. 01



"Although the scene and characters in this story are still in high school they are all 18 years or older." 

*

After the dance ended Jill and Rob left the gym by the side door. The temperature had dropped during the time they were in the dance and Jill shivered and pulled her coat more tightly around her to ward off the chill. Rob put his arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer to him. She snuggled into the hollow of his arm and felt very secure. She knew how the team felt when they were in a tough situation with the game on the line. With Rob's leadership giving them the confidence to do whatever was necessary to get the points to win the game. He never got flustered and exuded calm confidence as he did in the gym in getting that creep Enrique and his motley group of friends to back off. Enrique scared her. He was always leering at her and making suggestive motions. She did not tell Rob about him fondling her breast when he was trying to get her to dance. His threats really scared her but she felt secure in the arms of her boyfriend.

They arrived at Rob's car. He opened the door and helped her in. It was a Ford Van which Rob managed to get last summer with money he made working for his father. He went around and got in on the driver's side and started the engine. "This will help get the car warm while I clear the ice off the windows,"

Jill settled into the seat and turned on the radio. She watched Rob as he cleared the windshield. He was an extremely handsome fellow with close cropped blonde hair. His arms were muscular and his shoulders broad. She felt so lucky to be the girlfriend of the star quarterback on the state champion football team.

Rob got in leaned over, kissed her saying, "I love you." He the fastened his seat belt and started to drive away. Jill knew they would go to their spot for some making out as they always did when they left the after the game victory dance.

Enrique and his gang were in a beat up Ford Escort watching every move they made. "Someday I am going to fuck that stuck up bitch. She is screwing that do-gooder and acting like I don't exist. Well, she will find out what a real man is one of these days." 

Bobby said, "But then you will have to deal with that bozo she is dating." 

"Not if he isn't around. I am working on a plan, but it will be a while before it is ready. I promise you, you all will get a piece of that bitch! Follow them Ken," he said as the van pulled out of the parking lot. "Not too close, I know where they are going."

Jill was getting warm now that the heater had started working. She wished there was some way she could thank Rob for his actions in getting that creep off her case. Jill was a well built girl, well proportioned with breasts that strained the front of the cheerleader sweater she wore. She was the prettiest girl on the squad, although Joan was a close second. Joan was a blonde and the most athletic cheerleader on the squad. Both were very good friends and both were virgins. Joan's boyfriend was the star halfback on the team. Both Rob and Kurt were a big reason they were state champions. They would be double-dating tomorrow night.

They arrived at their place and Rob pulled into the space. It was in a wooded area and they were surrounded by trees. Others came out here as well; as it was considered the Lovers Nest. Rob leaned over and kissed her long. His tongue pushed between her lips and she responded to the French kiss. 

His hand came up to her coat and started to remove it off her shoulders. She leaned forward to make it easier for him. He carefully folded her coat and gently placed it on the floor behind the seat. He then removed his coat and laid it on top of hers. He took her in his arms and kissed her again, his tongue roaming her mouth and she pushed back her tongue. His hand was underneath her sweater and gently caressing the left breast. 

"I love you," he said. 

Jill replied, "I love you too!" She was getting hot and enjoying it! 

Rob's hand was massaging her back and she knew what would happen next. With his right hand he unfastened her bra. Her breasts welcomed the release from the restraints. His hand returned to the front and slid under the loosened cups. Her nipples immediately responded to his touch by growing hard. They stood out straight and proud. She moaned softly as he continued kissing her and caressing her boobs. She was staring to get hot between her legs. His left hand was on her thigh now stroking toward her panties. He rubbed on the outside and she moaned and rotated her hips pressing her pussy against his hand.

She reached down and slid her hand to his thigh. He shuddered when her hand found its goal, his rigid pole. She was always amazed at the size of his dick and was frightened the first time she saw it, but Rob was a nice guy and respected her so she trusted him. She thought he understood her feelings and that she wasn't ready to go all the way. 

He extracted himself from their embrace and moved to the back of the van. He opened a storage compartment and removed a folded mat. He straightened the mat out and got out a compressor. He handed a cord to her and she plugged it into the cigarette lighter. He turned on the compressor and in a minute the mat was inflated. 

She unplugged the compressor and went to the back of the van while he was putting the compressor away. She got on her knees on the mat. It felt soft. She pulled her sweater over her head and removed her bra. 

Rob turned around and gasped. "You are beautiful," he said. Usually she made him remove everything, but tonight she wanted to do something different. Even though her breasts were large, but not huge, they did not sag. Her nipples were still at attention.  

Rob turned on the indirect lighting he installed and the light highlighted her features. He came to her and she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. His shoulders were broad and his chest massive. Rob worked out all the time and his arms were rock hard. She kissed his chest running her tongue over his nipples getting a moan and response from him. 

In the meantime, Rob's hand returned to her thigh and worked its way back to her panties. He rubbed the front and his finger slipped under the cloth and touched her pussy. Jill moaned and snuggled closer. Her hand rubbed on the front of Rob's pants and he ground his cock into her hand. Rob removed her skirt. He took her right tit in his mouth and massaged the nipple with his lips. She moaned and ground her cunt into his hand. He took the left tit in his mouth and gently nipped on the nipple with his teeth. "AAAH," Jill squealed and arched her back to push harder against his hand. Rob kissed a trail down over her abdomen. He buried his tongue in her navel. Boy was she steaming. He kissed the outside of her panties right over her pussy. She just about went out of her mind. He reached up to the waistband and started to pull her panties down. Unfortunately, these were her Cheerleader panties and Rob had to remove them. Jill raised her hips so he could take them off. As they came down, Rob saw her white bikini panties. He saw the wet spot on them. Rob returned to kissing her sex through the panties. Jill moaned even louder as there was less material between her pussy and Rob's mouth. 

She pushed her pussy upward to enhance the contact with his mouth. He reached up to the waistband to remove them. Jill arched her hips and begged, "get them off lover." Rob gleefully slipped them over her legs and removed them. He then started kissing her legs up toward the v between her legs. As this was winter she had let her bush grow out and Rob was amazed at the dark triangle he was approaching. 

Finally, he reached his goal Jill spread her legs when she felt his breath on her pussy. "OOOH baby," she cried as Rob's tongue found her hole and slithered inside. Her hips arched and her breathing became rapid. Rob reached under her ass with his hands and lifted her off the mat. This raised her pussy to a different angle which enabled him to use his tongue more effectively. Jill really moaned. She did not know how much more she could take. Rob then pushed the middle finger of his left hand into her wet hole and Jill gave a start as he had never done this before when eating her. He moved it in and out. "It feels so good, "she thought. 

Rob then inserted another finger into her sopping pussy and started moving both in and out. "God she is tight," he thought. "I can't wait to have her pussy wrapped around my dick." Jill put her hands on the back of Rob's head and pushed him deeper against her. She moaned and told herself she had never been this wet before. She pulled his head away from her cunt and reached for his pants. 

Rob stood up so she could remove them. He had to bend over as his head touched the ceiling. Jill unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She pulled them down and he stepped out of them. She licked her lips in anticipation as her hands reached the waistband of his shorts and started to pull them down. She could tell he was rock hard. She slowly tugged and they came down, his dick popping free. She gasped when she saw it. It seemed to her that it was at least eight inches long and as wide as her wrist. 

He stepped out of the under pants and Jill reached for his dick. She stroked it and it grew even bigger! Rob moaned especially when she let her tongue run over his balls and the base of his cock. She slowly licked her way to the head of his cock. Rob arched his head back as she slipped her pouted lips over his dick. It grew even more. She stuffed more of it into her mouth, but she could not take it all. She moved her head back and forth leaving only the tip in her lips before taking it in again. She developed a rhythm which really caused him to moan. He dropped to his knees and embraced her. 

"Oh how much I love you, how much I want you!" He pushed her on to her back and hovered over her. Jill watched him with loving eyes. Rob leaned back, placed his hands on her knees and gently pulled them apart. His breathing got more rapid by the sight of her pussy with red winking at him from the dark curls. Rob lowered himself on her and put his cock in the furrow of her nether lips. He put his legs on the outside of hers. Jill was starting to wonder what he was doing and having second thoughts, but Rob gently used his hand to spread her pussy lips so he could place the length of his cock in the channel. He then told her to put her legs together. Jill giggled as this sounded foolish, but she was hot. Rob then started stroking his cock up and down in a fucking motion. 

Jill gasped. "OOH," she said, as his cock rubbed against her clit "That feels so good!" Jill was really getting wet now. 

Rob slowly started rotating his cock in the channel and noticed her reaction. "I have a good chance for a home run he thought."

"Oh baby I need you now!" he said. "I want you so much" he whispered. 

"I want to feel you too, but I am not ready but I am so hot. I have an idea. If you promise not to push all the way in, I will let you put that big dick in my pussy. Then we can both get an idea how it feels." 

Rob could not believe his luck. Maybe when I get it in, she will decide to go the rest of the way, if not she will blow my rocks off- I win either way. "You know I want you and I love you. Yes, I will stop."

To be continued...

*

Thanks to Destiny Parker for editorial assistance. 



Decisions Ch. 01



We ended up walking from Penn Station to the Club. We were on the early side for New York; this was probably why I was able to get us a table. When we arrived there was a very digestible quartet playing some pretty mellow jazz in the manner of MJQ. Emily actually jumped up and down with delight at their mellow tones as we were waiting to be seated.

"I am sooooo excited to be here," she said. "This is a dream come true. I've wanted to see this place ever since I visited New York for the first time seven years ago. Thank you. Thank you." She leaned in a kissed my cheek. I think I blushed but my immediate grin told her she'd struck pay dirt. I was putty in her hands.

Our table was on prime real estate. I guess the maitre d' figured out I was trying to impress and leaned a little my way. I made note to slip him an extra tip on the way out. Right at 7:30 pm the Judy Niemack Group came on stage. For the next ninety minutes she delivered rendition after rendition of some of the greatest female jazz I'd ever heard. 

Emily appears to like it too. Her eyes were almost riveted to the stage except to look at me and often squeeze my hand in appreciation. The two of us were seated side by side. Judy's first song was "You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To" and my mind was wandering all over the place wondering what we'd do after the set ended. I REALLY had to see this woman again.

As the set ended there was a flurry of activity and we were encouraged to settle up our dinner bills and make room for the crowd attending the 9:30 pm set. I noted there was a line when we left. I slipped $20 to the host and thanked him for such a great table. I got a big 'thank you' in return as well an invitation to mention his name for a sure-thing future reservation.

As we walked outside I broached the delicate subject of 'what next?' with Emily. "There are a million things we could do now? What's your pleasure?" I asked with fairly low expectations.

Emily stopped our walk and came around in front of me. She rose on her toes and kissed me rather solidly on the lips -- then she took my face in her hands and did it again, this time with a lot more feeling. Then she did it again, this time pulling my body up against hers. I felt the slightest bit of tongue dart into my mouth then retreat. My temperature was spiking.

"I think it's time you showed me your bachelor pad in Soho. I doubt my place even begins to measure up. Soho is much more 'in' than Upper East Side." She grinned at me, and we restarted our walk towards the corner of Lexington where we could hail a taxi. 

My heart was racing again and I was trying to remember where I lived -- oh yea, Thompson Street, and whether I'd left the place in reasonable order -- yea, probably OK for a single guy. We caught a taxi and were at my place fifteen minutes later.

I opened the door to my one bedroom flat, turned on a light but left the dimmer in the low position. I quickly cleaned up a few of the more obtrusive items cluttering the room -- a sweatshirt, sneakers, pizza box from a week before, couple of beer bottles, and such. Emily stood in the doorway and watched me with an amused look on her face.

Finally, I announced, "There. Now I am ready for your presence." I bowed and gestured for her to fully enter into my modest living room.

"Can I get you a glass of something? Wine?" I asked.

"Yes," Emily answered, "Another glass of wine would be delicious. And put on some music please; something we can dance to." I swung by my aging stereo and put on some lounge jazz then headed into the kitchen. Ninety seconds later I presented Emily with her wine. I brought my own glass in as well and we clinked glasses and silently toasted one another.

Emily took a sip and then set her glass down and came and melted into my arms. We kissed with all the tenderness and hopefulness of two new lovers. Somewhere in the midst of the kiss Emily got me swaying slowly in time with the music. Eva Cassidy was singing "I Know You By Heart"; we pulled apart only slightly so we could look into each other's eyes as we danced.

We weren't the dancers; we were the dance. We cuddled and practically made love to one another in our standing and swaying. Our kisses were exploratory at first, initially just sampling the visible portions of lips and faces, then we became slightly more assertive with one another, French kissing but with that same joy and tentativeness of our earlier kisses. We touched tongues and rubbed them together, savoring the joy and eroticism of the act. 

Emily opened her mouth and allowed me to run my tongue around her lips and then met my appendage inside her mouth, almost acting to invite. She repeated the act on me. I started to rub her body and she mine. We were shy at first, testing each other's limits as well as the pace of our rising passion.

I shifted my focus to Emily's chest, the part exposed by her scoop neck dress. I ran my tongue around the pearls around her neck, allowing myself the privilege of licking down to where her cleavage started. Emily was well endowed and just in the right proportion to her height; her breasts had caught my attention early when we met but I was so mesmerized by her overall beauty I hadn't had the luxury of gazing on them with focus until now.

Emily watched my every act as she held my body. Not once did I feel her push me away or flinch in some way because I had come to some arbitrary limit she was about to impose. More than that, in several of my moves I felt her urging me forward, even accelerating my loving of her body.

Finally, I came back up to her lips and kissed her passionately yet tenderly. My heart was palpitating over this woman of my dreams and now here she was before me. I looked into her eyes as I reached behind her and touched the zipper of her dress that ran from her neck down to her shapely ass. My unspoken question was "should I?" Emily nodded then kissed me back, running her tongue into my mouth.

I slowly pulled the zipper all the way down her back until I reached its limits. I put my hand inside her dress and massaged her bare back. Emily thrust her entire body forward into me, pulling me tight against her entire body. Surely she could feel the erection I was harboring in my slacks.

As I undid the back snap of her brassiere, Emily pulled her arms out of the dress' sleeves. She remained tight against me, kissing me with her entire body now. A moment later she backed away from me and let the dress and bra slide down her body to the floor. She stepped demurely away from both, using one of her high heels to push them to the side.

My first thought as I saw her standing there in heels and a lacy bikini brief was that I'd suddenly ascended to heaven and was meeting the most gorgeous angel in all the universe. I smiled not in lust but in love and wonderment; Emily returned my gaze with the same emotions.

She reached forward and started undoing the buttons on my Oxford shirt. I started to help but she gently batted my hand away. This was a job she clearly relished. After she'd completed unbuttoning me, she pulled my shirt from my belt and helped me shed the cloth. 

Emily leaned in a kissed my nipples, sucking on each one until it was erect. I thought that I should be doing this to her yet knew that we had hours yet and neither of us should rush. 

My shoes, socks and pants were the next to go, putting me on a more even footing with her state of undress. 

We came together again, our nearly nude bodies rubbing together. Emily stroked her breasts across my chest, raising her nipples to an erect state. She had a slightly devilish look in her eyes as she did this. I took both hands and started to massage and fondle her breasts, lifting each of her enchanted mounds and bending slightly to suck on the erect nipples and their large areolas. Emily groaned for the first time in our lovemaking.

We petted and stroked for quite a while, our moves fanning our rising passion. When I was practically ripping through my cotton briefs, Emily reached in and pulled my stiff cock from their confines. For a second, I thought I'd explode in her hand but then I got control of myself. I hitched my underwear down my legs and kicked them aside. 

Emily knelt and started to lick my stiff cock up one side and down the other, often taking the mushroomed shape head into her mouth and running her tongue around the head and ridges. If I thought I was hard before she started, I became even harder. I thought of the expression about having a cock so hard that it could cut glass; I felt that way as she continued loving my rod.

Suddenly, she went down on me -- fully. One second I could look down and see her holding my rod with her hand and pumping slightly as she used her talented mouth on me, and the next I had disappeared all the way down her throat -- entirely! I was speechless and also driven right to the edge of climax. Fortunately, she stopped for about fifteen seconds and just let me appreciate her moist oral nest for my steel rod.

She pulled off of me and I pulled her up to me lest I explode at this premature stage of our lovemaking. I kissed her again then gently directed her to sit on my sofa. Once she was seated I knelt in front of her. I kissed her again then ran my tongue down her neck, across her chest, and onto one of her nipples. Emily was moving her pussy at me, almost begging me to go down on her. I did.

I pulled off her lacy underwear and tossed them in the area where her dress was. Emily pulled her legs up, opening herself to my talented tongue. I dove into her muff, jamming my tongue deep into her pussy. She had already expelled a significant amount of her feminine nectar and it tasted divine. I came up and told her so but quickly returned to her slit, lapping and running my tongue over the entire area. I couldn't find enough of her juices to satisfy my hunger thus I dove deeper into her, even using my fingers to pull some of her juices out for me to savor.

I zeroed in on her clitoris that was rising in a hardened state from the small flaps of skin that protected her pleasure zone. I licked and sucked on her pleasure nub. Emily went crazy. "Ooooooooh, deeeeeeaaaaaarrrrrrr," she exclaimed.

"I'm cuuuuuuuming," she finally whispered through her ecstasy. Her back arched off the sofa as I continued to thrust my fingers into her love tunnel and tongue her clit. She let off a weak squeak then I could hear her breathing pause for about half a minute as the climax washed over her body. 

Finally, she said, "Oh, my God, that was wonderful. Thank you. Thank you." She looked at me with big doe eyes and said, "I'll give you all weekend to stop."

I finally rose up and said, "Oh, OK. All weekend, it is!" Emily pulled me up to her. She wanted me to kiss her. I fondled a breast and kissed her.

After our passionate French kiss she said, "I love the taste of me on you. It makes me that much more horny." She looked at me and at my stiff cock that was pointing straight at her then added, "If you don't stick that lovely cock in me right now, I'm going home."

Two seconds later she was impaled on my rod, her legs pulled back to her chest in total exposure and supplication to my initial thrust into her body. She let out a long, mournful groan of contentment and added "Ooooooh my God, that is sooooooo good. Fuck me. Pump into me. Cum in me."

We started to move together, Emily on the sofa with her knees held back and me in front of her on my knees thrusting into her with all my effort, strength and love. I was in heaven. The angel I'd found not only had chosen to talk with me and have dinner with me, but also she'd chosen to make love with me. This was heaven on earth. I was in the "Now" moment.

We looked at each other and both watched as my cock moved back and forth into her moist cavity. She was producing copious amounts of girl juice to lubricate our union. I think she pushed aside a small orgasm, perhaps even several; I watched her close her eyes and move her cunt up to meet a particularly deep thrust. Sometimes, I felt the muscles inside her vaginal move and clench as I slowly moved into her.

Then I knew I was going to cum. I whispered, "I'm there!" My body signaled to me that it was going on high alert and that all systems were "Go!" I felt my sack contract and send a surge of my cum into the ducts that would carry it to my canon -- then another surge, and another, and another. Suddenly I jammed myself into her body -- she thrust herself down on me and moaned. I could feel jet after jet of cum shoot into her body -- deep into her love chasm.

I had gathered up her writhing body, pulling her up to me in a gigantic hug of love and passion. Our chests pressed together, her breasts flattened against my chest as we kissed and tongued each other. Our orgasms washed over us. Yes, I was in heaven. I was also feeling love thoughts about this woman. I thought, "Oh, thank you Universe."

We lay together on the sofa for a while then I carried her into my bedroom. The two of us cuddled up enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking and the magnificent feeling of skin on skin. Eventually sleep overtook us.

I awoke the next morning and just watched Emily sleeping. She was on her back and her breasts were exposed to the angled light coming in the window. About half an hour later her eyes blinked open. She stretched and gave me a lovely smile. My angel was awake. She reached and pulled me to her and we shared a series of romantic kisses that grew in intensity and ardor. 

Soon she had me hard again and then I was nestled between her legs and we mated. She was an active lover, moving her hips and groin wildly into my own thrusts of my spear into her body. There was no doubt in my mind that she did welcome, enthusiastically, our lovemaking. She was enjoying this as much, perhaps even more than I was.

Our orgasms arrived together again. After that we slumped back into the bed stroking and kissing each other and cooing words of appreciation to each other. I remained embedded deep in her pussy, at least at first, and then we could both feel my contracting eel slowly slither out of her body. 

I suggested a shower and soon we were standing in my bathtub searching for body parts that weren't already clean enough.

I offered Emily a pair of my exercise shorts and a t-shirt. She accepted these as Sunday morning dress rather than put her pretty frock back on. I found a pair of flip-flops that were a little oversized for her, but she was at least able to get around in them. We went out and walked down the street to the nearby retail area and found a coffee and pastry shop; we splurged on breakfast and each had a doughnut with our coffee. I bought a Sunday newspaper and we went back to my apartment and lounged around reading the paper for a couple of hours, talking frequently about things in the paper that interested us.

I kept looking for flaws in this beautiful woman, just one thing that would burst my bubble and bring me back to earth. She was a dream, she must be. I couldn't find a single thing that was the least bit unsettling, abrasive, or even hinting that she was anything other than my wildest dream come true. 

Around lunch, we made love again ending back in a sweaty pile tangled in with the sheets and scattered clothing we'd brought with us to my bed. After even the afterglow had passed we sat naked on the bed for almost half an hour and just stared into each other's eye, not saying a word yet trying to communicate on so many other levels with each other. Several times we both had tears rolling down our cheeks, other times we couldn't repress a smile, but mostly it was just us "being" totally with the other person -- no games, no egos, no expressed emotions, no promises, just the two of us and those lovely, beautiful green eyes.

In late afternoon, Emily put her dress back on and the two of us caught a cab up to her place on the upper-east side. She had a nice studio that actually looked out on a small half-acre park with trees in it. She changed into more casual clothes and then led me on a walk around her neighborhood showing me some of the things she liked. We held hands, had our arms around each other, and eventually almost got arrested for fornicating in public.

We went back to her studio and made love again. Oh, thank God I was young and virile. We worked ourselves back into one passionate mess again. As we lay there panting and savoring our orgasms and passion, we both expressed the thought that perhaps we should just do this every day, all day long, from morning until night and exhaustion overtook us. 

We slipped our casual clothes on and walked down the street, probably leaving behind the odor of two sexually satisfied people. We'd been bad and hadn't showered since we both pledged one more round before I had to go home and sleep.

We found a little sidewalk bistro and had a bottle of wine and some Italian food. Sated with food we took the long way home by way of an after-dinner walk. After the sun had set over Manhattan, Emily was astride me, her beautiful body moving up and down my erect rod, her breasts swinging in tune with the rhythm of our lovemaking. Eventually I shot my load deep into her body and she collapsed across my chest, her erect nipples stimulating my own as she moved around.

About eleven o'clock, we both showered. I dressed again; Emily put on a light housecoat that she made sure kept swinging open to give me salacious views of her seductive body. She gave me all her contact information, mentioning that her cell phone wasn't working too well. 

I dipped my finger into her cunt, collecting some juices to 'remember her by'. We kissed and I was gone, amidst pledges to repeat all this the following weekend.

*****

I felt I had to avoid Pam the following morning. Guilt? We'd never agreed to be exclusive and in fact she'd given me every reason to believe that she was bonking one or another guy on various weekends. 

I managed to remain "pure" until the end of my lunch hour, which was really only two minutes at my desk as I wolfed down a turkey sandwich she bought for me at the building cafeteria. Pam then pulled me bodily with her to the utility room off the unfrequented stationery supply room. 

Pam was horny -- as usual -- and ten minutes later I shot a full load of cum into her hot cunt. She had kept up a running commentary on the greatness of the fuck we were having, including its various attributes and how happy it made her. Some of her comments were crude but effective at inspiring me to an explosive orgasm.

When it was over I wondered whether I'd been too loud when I climaxed. Did someone hear us on the other side of the door? After we cleaned up I snuck out of the door after being sure, as best I could, that there was no one else in the stationery room. I picked up a pad and a box of pens and headed off towards my office.

Pam appeared outside my office at her desk a few minutes later. I noticed that she too had a pad and a box of pens. Well, I thought, here I am dipping my pen in the company ink well -- just what you're not supposed to do.

Late in the afternoon, Pam came in with my flight tickets for Kansas City early the next morning. I was heading out to sell and hopefully start a new consulting job for McKennitt at a pharmaceuticals production company there. Good news; bad news. If I was successful the following day, I'd be in line for another promotion and I'd be busy for at least a year. The bad news was I'd have to travel to Kansas City every week and be away from my new girlfriend.

Girlfriend! I hadn't used that term in thinking about Emily. I wonder if she thought about me as a boyfriend? I pondered that for a minute. At the end of the minute, I called an uptown florist and made arrangements for a bouquet to be delivered to her apartment. Her concierge would take them and have them waiting for her when she got home from work. I vaguely recalled her saying something about having to work late. I wished I could have seen her.




Decisions Ch. 01



*****

Kansas City in the summer can be oppressive. The hotels in the City often brief you on what to do if you hear the tornado siren go off. Tuesday evening I was sitting and looking out the window of my five-star hotel savoring the day but watching the darkest, meanest sky I think I'd ever seen, fully expecting the hotel warning system to go off. I had the weather channel on the television and it kept making strange sounds alerting everyone in the viewing area that there were severe thunderstorms with a likelihood of tornadoes across the two-state area. It was six o'clock and the sky should have been bright blue, instead it was almost black. A torrential downpour was rapidly flooding every road in sight from my window. Traffic was almost at a standstill.

I had actually had a good day. The flight had been on time and I'd gotten to my prospect's place of work at eleven o'clock thanks to a rare direct flight and they're being in a different time zone than the east coast. I'd made a presentation about McKinnett, my ideas for their transformation project, and then the room of executives had escorted me to lunch in the company cafeteria. I had tried to read their faces but near as I could tell the vote was inconclusive.

Over my end of the lunch table I used my best sales training to elicit their objections about the project and to respond to any misgivings they had. At the end of lunch we all walked back to the conference room we'd been in, stopping along the way for 'health breaks' in the various rest rooms.

When everyone was reassembled, Les Menchen, the head honcho explained that they were very open about their decision making process and the sharing of information. He said they had no secrets from each other and thus they felt they could discuss the merits of my proposal in open forum if that was OK with me. It was and I told him I liked the sound of that kind of company culture.

Les then went around the room and each person commented on whether they wanted to go forward with the strategic planning and reengineering project I had proposed. In the end there were ten favorable votes and one negative vote. Les turned to me and said, "Can you persuade Grace that she should give you a positive vote?" Grace was an assistant vice president and one of the key players in the group. Unfortunately we hadn't sat close to each other over lunch, so I didn't know what reservations she had about the project.

"Grace," I said, "if you were the president of this company what would you want to make happen?" She was taken back by the question but smiled at my rapid promotion of her to the top spot. 

"I'd want to fix our drug approval process," she said. "It takes us six or seven years to collect enough clinical information for the FDA and then we screw around another year or two getting it analyzed and massaged so we can submit it to them. I'd love to take two years out of that process. If we do, for each drug we bring to market we'd save about a million dollars a day in bottom line profit."

"What if we made that the first priority of this project -- to take two years off the clinical trials and FDA submissions process?" I asked looking at the other executives to see whether they even thought that was a good idea.

Grace nodded, "If you start there you have my vote. That one move can have greater impact on our financials than any other single thing this company can do except finding a new blockbuster drug in research."

I turned to the others in the room, "What do you say to that idea? We could run the general project in parallel with the work on clinical trials and submissions."

Heads started to nod. Les stepped in with a smile, "I like that idea -- but why not make two projects instead of just one." He turned to the execs around the table; "To sweeten the pie, let me add that I will fund these projects from my budget. Neither of these efforts will come out of anyone's budget. Does anyone have any objection?" Heads around the room nodded in unanimous agreement.

Les turned to me and shook my hand, "David, it looks like you've sold two very large consulting jobs here today. Let's end this meeting and you group leaders figure out how to get these started." He turned and dismissed the others. 

Grace, Roger, Hank, and Evelyn all stayed to talk with me about project launch and next steps. We met for another hour and filled about ten flip chart pages with a huge amount of planning information. I scheduled individual meetings for the next day with each of them and then the meeting broke up. I headed to hotel to make some calls back to New York and also to spend the night on my laptop trying to organize the pages of plans and ideas for the two projects.

I called my boss and told him the good news about the sales. He was the most ebullient I had every heard in his praise for my work and efforts. I did feel proud. I'd expected to land a single consulting project for about $150,000; instead I had sold two multi-million dollar projects, the combination possibly the largest ever sold at one time in the firm. Visions of partnership danced in my head; I could be the youngest partner. All I had to do was keep the client happy for a year.

I was almost through typing up my notes when my cell phone rang. I answered, "Hello, David here," as I usually did.

"David, this is Grace Malloy -- we met today."

"Yes. Yes. Grace. Hi. What can I do for you? I'm not in the offices, I'm in my hotel."

"I expected that. I was wondering if you were available for dinner -- assuming this storm doesn't spawn a dozen tornadoes. I thought we should get to know each other since we're going to be spending a lot of time together."

"I would be absolutely delighted. My stomach is already growling, however. I'm an hour ahead of this time zone so I'm ready when you are. Where should I meet you?"

"What hotel are you at?"

"I'm at the Intercontinental -- what used to be the old Ritz Carlton. They have a very nice restaurant and bar here, plus valet and underground parking. You probably wouldn't have to get wet," I offered.

"I'll meet you in the lobby bar in thirty minutes. I'd be eternally grateful if you'd order me a Merlot and have it waiting."

"Your wish is my command. See you in a half hour." I clicked the phone shut.

To be continued... 



Decisions Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Should You Have Sex With Your Client? Your Client's Friend?

This was great. I hated to spend dinners alone when I was traveling, particularly in hotel dining rooms. Because of this I often ended with a burger served up by room service and a beer or wine from the mini-bar. Instead the good-looking woman that had just become my client had invited herself to dinner with me at my hotel. She'd told me to order her a wine and that she'd meet me in half an hour.

Thirty minutes later, I'd secured a corner table in the lobby bar, a bowl of munchies (of which I'd eaten a third), and my Chardonnay and her Merlot when Grace appeared at the entrance. I hailed her with a hearty wave. She came across the room with a deliberate stride.

I paid more careful attention to her than I had earlier today. She'd been an executive at the table then, but now she was also a social companion. I had to be careful in balancing those roles.

Grace was probably five years older than I was -- late thirties I guessed. She had short, cropped brunette hair around her angular face. She had dark grey eyes that were actually sort of sexy. She was a sharp dresser and had a reasonably trim form, but her "suit" didn't reveal too much except shapely calves and slender ankles. She walked right up to me, giving me a brief kiss on the cheek. I was pleased but the kiss scrambled my brain about what kind of a working relationship we were forging suddenly. 

"Since we parted I have had a nightmare of a day. You and this wine are breaths of fresh air in my life. Thank you for this." She took a generous sip of the wine, gave me a devilish look and said, "Be sure you bill this to your client." We both laughed and I assured her I intended to. She put her hand on my arm in an appreciative gesture. I rather liked the touch for it was both sexy and intimate.

We chatted over our wines and I ate another third of the munchies from the bowl the waitress had left earlier. I'd reserved a table in the main dining room; however, probably due to the storm raging outside, the place was mostly empty. As our reservation time arrived, we carried our second glasses of wine into the dining room and sat where we could appreciate the melodies that a very talented piano player was creating to entertain the diners.

Dinner went by in a rush. Our conversation flowed smoothly over all sorts of topics. She even asked about my girlfriends and I learned she'd been divorced for the past ten years and had had no children. She admitted she'd been a little gun shy of forging a new serious new relationship unless it was really untraditional in some way.

We sat and talked ... and talked ... and talked. And then the maitre d' was standing beside the table, "Mr. Rogers, we are most appreciative you and your guest joined us tonight for dinner. We would like to invite you to a table we have prepared for you in our lounge as well as complementary drinks. We are closing the dining room early this evening. The storm has gotten significantly worse and I wish to send the musician and the rest of the staff home early, before the roads become blocked more than they already are."

We were more than finished. I signed the tab and we walked down the hallway towards the lounge. Crashes of thunder and lightning punctuated the night. Often the lights in the hotel dimmed and flickered. The lounge had a large window that looked over Brush Creek. The waiter that came to get our drink order explained that the Creek was usually almost dry. We could see that the small stream was a nearly full, raging torrent of water surging towards the Missouri River. Unless the rain stopped, the Creek would be over its banks in minutes.

We got some cognacs and sat next to each other on a small sofa watching the storm rage outside. The lounge lights were sufficiently dim that we could see a lot through the raindrop splattered window. A television near the bar was on the news channel that seems to be talking exclusively about the weather and road closures and flooding.

Grace had been holding my arm since we walked out of the dining room and ever since we sat down. Now she turned to me and kissed me, tenderly at first but then with significant passion. My brain went into jumble mode again and a million conflicting thoughts went through my head. One thing for certain, I kissed her back with just as much passion as she was dealing.

I picked up my Grand Marnier and took a sip then turned to kiss her again. Her eyes were nearly shut as our lips came together. I thrust my tongue into Grace's mouth and she opened to accept my offering. Then, much to her surprise and amazement, I jetted the small amount of the fiery orange liqueur I'd sipped into her mouth as I moved my tongue around.

Grace let out a long, low moan. Her eyes had flown open as I'd delivered the fluid and now they watched me, somewhat in amazement. "Oh, you are some kind of lover," she told me with a smile. "I'll give you all night to stop that." With that, she was into kissing me even more. She stopped at one point and said, "You turn me on ... big time!"

I was wondering where all this was going when there was a huge clap of thunder and a lightning bolt right outside the lounge window next to us. We both jumped about a foot into the air.

Grace got up and went to watch the bar television at that point. I carried our drinks over and joined her standing in the middle of the deserted bar. The television announcers were reporting on closed roadways and the damage done by three small tornadoes that had already touched down as the storm raged across Kansas. Grace finally groaned when one area of the City was shown as virtually closed. She pointed; "That's where I live. I can't get home tonight."

I had my arm around her in a casual, yet professional manner. She turned and kissed me hotly again. "I think I'm yours for the night, mister," Grace said setting her empty liqueur glass on the bar with a determined clink. "Show me the view from your room." She took my arm and started walking me towards the bank of elevators on the other side of the lobby.

I gulped as we started walking. "Errrrr, OK," I said slowly. This just didn't seem right. I'd already told her about Emily and actually referred to her as my girlfriend. I'd mentioned I also had someone else close in my life too, thinking of Pam. Somehow, I guess that wasn't making any difference to Grace. The other thing that kept running through my head was that if I messed this up I was going to lose this huge consulting job I just sold earlier today. One of my colleagues told me his rule was 'never sleep with the client.'

We got on one of the elevators. As soon as the doors closed, Grace plastered herself against me, held my face in her hands, and jammed her tongue down my throat. Wow! This woman was passionate and had something most definitely on her mind. I was just horny enough that my memory of my weekend with Emily and my interlude with Pam only the day before were fast fading from memory. I thought briefly that it had to do with blood rushing from my head to my cock. The latter was starting to inflate rather rapidly as Grace rubbed her lithe body against me.

A minute later I fumbled through my pockets looking for my pass card. I got the door open and let Grace in just as a massive clap of thunder echoed through the hotel again. I'd left some lights on in the room; Grace hit a wall switch that turned some of them off then turned to me and we kissed again. This time she dropped a hand to my pants and started to rub my erection through my pants.

Soon that wasn't enough for her. As we kissed and tongued each other's faces, I felt her fumble with my zipper. Then her hand was inside pulling my rising cock out in the air. She succeeded without inflicting pain and then she was slowly masturbating me. She said, "Ooooh I think you're glad to see me. You feel great. I have plans for this tonight." She dropped to her knees and inhaled my rod into her mouth, licking and sucking until I was rock hard. 

I reached over her head as she was locked on my cock and pushed the zipper on the upper part of her dress down as far as I could. I pulled the dress forward onto her arms but Grace didn't seem ready to give up holding onto my shaft and mouthing it aggressively. I finally nudged her in the direction of the bed.

Grace stood and in about five sweeping moves shed the dress, her slip, her bra, and her underwear. She stood before me nude except for her dark stockings and her spike heels. The latter adornments actually made her look considerably sexier than straight nudity. As she'd shed her clothes, so had I. We melted into each other's arms next to the bed.

We moved into a sixty-nine position. Grace's pussy lowered onto my willing mouth and I started to suck in her pussy juice and feminine nectar. My God she was delicious. As I focused on her, I was able to postpone any urgent actions at the other end of my body. Grace was practically deep throating me but my focus on her cunt enabled me to enjoy the sensations without cresting in an orgasm.

Finally, Grace said, "I need to be fucked. Come put this lovely cock in my pussy."

As we repositioned, I asked her one more time, "Are you sure?"

"Fuck me!" she ordered.

I jammed my cock deep into her with one bold stroke. I think she climaxed as I did. She moaned, her back arched and she pushed her whole body up at me. I started stroking into her as I pumped my rod in her.

"Harder, David. Harder," she said. "Oh fuck me. Oh God I need this. I just don't get enough cock in my life. Oh you have the most wonderful cock -- keep pumping it in there. Oh, fuck me -- harder."

Each time she said the word 'harder' I jammed into her so that our pelvic bones slammed into each other, almost to the point of pain. Several times I stood erect over her and slapped her clit with my hand. She was clean-shaven so there was no pubic hair to cushion my assault on her nether region. She jerked and writhed in pleasure each time I did this.

"Oh, my God. You are a divine lover. Where'd you learn to fuck like this? Oh, fuck me more ... more ... OH GOD ... MOOOOORE!!!!" Grace climaxed again. I was rigid inside her but not quite ready to explode. I could feel her vaginal muscles clench my rod and milk me into her as her spasms arrived.

I paused in our intercourse until her orgasmic wave passed and her eyes reopened and looked at me with an almost pleading glance. I started up again, hard thrusts into her; I guess I was mad -- mad at myself for letting myself get caught up in this potentially awkward situation, mad at Pam for not committing to a deeper relationship, mad at Emily for arriving late in my life when things were complicated, and just mad at the world. I jammed harder and harder into Grace. I didn't love her, I was using her. I was masturbating and she was a convenient receptacle for my semen.

Grace was approaching another orgasm and this time so was I. I roughly yanked her legs up over my shoulders so I could have full, unfettered access to her cunt as I fucked her. I hurled my body into her. 'Take that' I thought. Grace started to moan and I could feel the spasms in her cunt start again. I pounded into her, now relentless in my drive towards my own self-satisfying pleasure.

Then, suddenly I wasn't mad any more. Suddenly I really liked this woman and wanted to bring her pleasure. She wasn't just a fuck anymore but someone I cared about. As I reached the point of no return, I leaned in a kissed her again, running my tongue up and down her neck, into her ears, and then into her mouth. She met my moves with her own. 

Then I exploded into her. All my pent up feelings and emotions exploded as I shot a full load of my man juice into her open pussy. She came with me this time. We yelled, moaned, groaned, cooed, rubbed and every other move you could think of to celebrate our climaxes. Then I collapsed atop her. Grace wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me tight to her naked body. My God, she was sexy.

I rolled off of Grace and we lay side by side, touching and panting. Neither of us said a word. Outside the storm was raging. Sheets of water pelted the window of the room, refusing to be ignored. Flashes of lightning followed almost instantly by their resounding thunderclaps let us know the storm was still right on top of us. As I lay there in my satisfied state, I somehow had the feeling that I was moving into the eye of a storm.

Grace eventually recuperated enough to go down on me again. There was no warning. One minute she was lying beside me, lightly stroking my chest as we panted. The next, my semi-flaccid cock was in her mouth and she was sucking me for all she was worth. 

I looked down and we made eye contact; she looked up and pulled me out of her mouth for a second, "You up for another round? By the way, we taste good together. Nice mix."

I nodded. Her words made me harden. I let her continue her blowjob for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the feeling of arousal that she was rebuilding. Then I stopped her. I forced her back on the bed, flat on her back. I pulled her legs over my shoulders as I dropped and latched my mouth onto her sopping pussy. I'd tasted myself before, on other pussies including Pam and Emily, so this was no big deal. For Grace, however, this was tantamount to having an electric orgasm machine suddenly take over her body. 

"Oh, Davieeeeee. Are you sure? Oh, God. That's ... that's ... truly won -- der -- ful." She spasmed in a small climax. I kept going, running my tongue along her slit and darting it and a couple of fingers in and out of her open vagina.

I was pretty sure I'd found Grace's G-spot. I used my tongue on her clit and my fingers in some talented moves on what I thought was the right spot. Grace exploded again. "Oooooh fuck!" she screamed as she threw her head back on the bedding.

I didn't stop and in less than a minute she peaked again. I love multi-orgasmic women. I love the ability to deliver pleasure to them and have them so appreciative. I guess it's an ego thing.

I brought her two more orgasms then she stopped me. She was panting like a thirsty dog. "Oh God, David. Where did you learn to do THAT? You are a woman's dream! I may never let you out of my sight. Then again, I might share you with some of my friends. How would you like that? My pimping you around? I can bring you some really nice pussy."

Of course that kind of talk hardened me right up again. I slithered up Grace's body, roughly mouthing and sucking on her breasts. I bit, albeit gently, both of her nipples just shy of her pain threshold. She squeaked in delight.

I rose and thrust my cock into her body again. We both moaned. After a few strokes, I pulled her to me and rolled us until she was on top of me. "I want to watch you fuck me this time," I told her. We kissed and she rose up over me, her legs were tight against my sides still clad in her dark stockings and heels. Sexy! She bounced in a comfortable rhythm as I reached up and fondled her flouncing breasts, often leaning up and sucking on her taut mounds. 

Grace was beautiful: a mature woman but still tight in every way imaginable - tight and horny, my favorite combination. She started to rotate her hips and grind her pussy into my groin. I was getting near again. 

I reached down and massaged her clitoris. Grace fired into an orgasm almost immediately. Her muscles spasmed and she ground her cunt into my cock and balls. She fired off a spurt of girl juice that flooded my groin. She fell onto my chest and I held her tight. She was gasping for breath. I had successfully held off, but next time I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid cuming.

As she regained her strength, she pushed up from my embrace and slowly restarted to move up and down on my cock. "I love your cock. I love how it fills me -- completely. You are such a stud. I love fucking with you. Fuck me. Fuck me." I took my hand and ran it through the puddle of girl juice she'd left on my abdomen. She watched as I then brought my fingers up to my mouth and sucked on her juices. I heard her whisper, "Oh fuck, you are sexy. You are just sex personified. The sex fairy. The sex genie. Fuck me, genie." She bounced harder and harder into me, driving herself -- and me -- towards another orgasm.

When Grace started to come again I went over the top. Her muscles started to spasm in her climax. I jammed up into her down stroke and whispered to her, "Here it comes, baby." She was already there and then I was too - my jets of cum shooting up into her body. The waves of pleasure swept through my body; I kept my eyes open and just feasted on her body writhing above me and into me. 

Grace's breasts had stopped shaking as she froze into a still life of passion over me; her nipples were standing out almost an inch from her large areolas, proving the high level of sexual excitement she was feeling. She'd jetted more juice into where we were joined together; we were slippery and the lovely odor of sexual excitement and musk filled the entire room.

She lowered herself to my chest again and I cradled her head into the crook of my arm. She looked up at me, "I think I'm going to be sore tomorrow. Contrary to what you may think, I don't do this every night. In fact, I haven't ever had a night like this one." She kissed me and added, "I hope we get to do this again -- frequently."

I nodded in the affirmative. A sheet of water splattered against the window again and a lightning bolt struck very near by.

*****

Wednesday morning, I was up before Grace. I kissed her awake. "Go away," she said, "I was dreaming that I'd found the ideal fuck machine and it was bringing me orgasm after orgasm." She cracked one eye open and looked at me then added, "Oh wait, that wasn't a dream. I did find a fuck machine."

I ran a finger down her body, circling her breasts and nipples -- bringing them to an aroused state, and gently down over her stomach -- watching as her ab muscles contracted in the wake of the stimulation, and then into her shaved pubic area. I zeroed right in on her clit. "Oh fuck," Grace said. She reached and grabbed my hand. "I can't. I want to but I can't. You've got to let me rest -- to recuperate from last night. I'm a little bit sore," she pleaded with her big blue eyes. "Tonight?" she looked at me as she posed the question. I nodded and smiled at her.

I pulled her up and kissed her, then led her into the shower. We did our morning routines and I'd started to dress when Grace, came to me still in the nude; "David, I have a favor to ask. Will you go and get some dry cleaning out of my car and bring it up here. I can't go into the office wearing the same thing I had on yesterday. Guys might not notice but every female there would. I don't want to create awkwardness for either of us." She gave me the valet's claim check for her car.

I was mostly dressed, all but tie and suit jacket. I went down to the valet and explained that I needed some things from my companion's car. He was solicitous and led me to the vehicle. He let me in and I got the dry cleaning and I went back upstairs with it. No one blinked an eye.

Grace had decided her bikini underwear was too odiferous to wear. She'd washed it and hung it on a hanger in my closet. I laughed at her predicament. She had on the slip and her bra, but no stockings. Apparently the stocking had an odor all their own too. She fumbled around with the dry cleaning and picked an outfit to wear. We both finished dressing.

"Breakfast," I asked as I held her by the door. She shook her head no. "Too many breakfast meetings take place here. I'm going to slip out through the garage - unnoticed I hope. You and I have a nine o'clock meeting. Meet me at eight-fifteen in the company cafeteria and we can flow from breakfast into our meeting. You can get just about anything to eat you'd want there." I nodded agreement and she slipped out the door.




Decisions Ch. 02



Jacob Evans pushed back his plate and leaned back against his chair as he extended Blue a compliment for the fine meal. It never ceased to amaze him how wonderful a cook his brother was. His talents surpassed their mother's, who had taught Blue when he was younger and unable to work on the farm. Blue invited him over at least once a month for a home cooked meal, although work had kept Jacob from accepting the past few months.

His reputation in the law firm was growing and the partners assigned him more cases, important cases. They kept him busy with interviews and depositions, but he loved every minute. Rumour had it that he might get to work as co-counsel on the Baxter murder case, if the motion for dismissal due to a possible illegal search fell through.

Pushing thoughts of work away for the moment, Jacob noticed once again that Blue seemed distracted. "What's up, baby bro? Missing your man?" Harley was working late tonight and wouldn't be home until nine.

"Harley and I had a fight last night that continued this morning," Blue sighed, looking more dejected than ever. "We've had fights before, but not like this one."

"Everyone has fights, even bad ones. Tell me what it was about and I'll see if I can help."

"We fought about Riley. We ran into him yesterday after we left the restaurant."

They moved to the couch while Jacob listened as Blue related the encounter. It was the first time in nearly a year they saw Riley and his appearance was rough and ragged. Riley wore torn up clothes and looked like he'd been drinking. The smell coming from the younger man seemed to confirm that suspicion.

When Blue invited Riley to come home with them for the night, Riley refused and told them to leave him alone. He tried to walk away and got angry at the hand that grabbed hold of his arm to hold him back. Riley hissed that he could take care of himself and that he didn't need their interference in his life. Blue, getting angry by then, argued back that apparently Riley needed someone to take care of him if he'd taken to drinking so much.

"Well, Riley really got mad then. He yelled that he didn't need me to take care of him, because all I would do was pimp him out. I lost my temper and said nobody would want him the way he looked. Harley tried to get us to calm down but in doing so, Riley ran off. I didn't think and started yelling at Harley about not caring about what happened to Riley. I didn't mean it, but we kept arguing until bedtime.

"Our arguing wasn't even about Riley anymore, but about silly things that don't matter. Like how I don't fold the laundry the right way or he doesn't help with the dishes. Stupid things like that. He slept in the living room and was gone when I got up this morning. I don't even know if he's going to come home."

It came automatically to hug his sobbing brother close to his chest. Jacob remembered this from when they were children. Whenever Blue hurt himself or broke something due to his clumsiness, Jacob always did his best to console him. All the siblings cared for Blue, aware that he never did things on purpose, but Jacob and Lily, their younger sister, were the closest to him.

Harley came in unnoticed by his partner, and took in the sight. Jacob gestured him over and relinquished the care of his brother. Blue lifted his red-rimmed eyes and clutched at his partner tightly, crying and saying he was so sorry and didn't mean any of it. Knowing his presence was no longer required, Jacob took his leave.

He walked slowly to his car and thought about Riley. Even now, a year later, he clearly remembered what the young man looked like. Clear green eyes, light brown hair that held strands of gold and red, visible if the light hit them right, and one dimple on the left side of his mouth. The mouth in question was made to be kissed, not overly plump but beautifully curved.

If things had worked out differently, Jacob wouldn't have considered it a hardship to take Riley out on a date or two. He'd learned since that night almost a year ago that he did enjoy the company of men and he would have enjoyed Riley very much.

It was too early for him to think about going home to his apartment. Jacob turned down a road that would take him to the restaurant he knew Blue and Harley preferred. Even though it was unlikely that Riley would still be hanging around, Jacob felt like he had to look. He felt partly responsible for the events of that disastrous evening and hoped to talk to the young man and try to put things right.

Parking up the street, Jacob told himself he would walk around for a while before heading home. It was an enjoyable half hour, watching the people who passed him and looking into the store windows. The antique store, tucked between a gym and a coffee shop, showed promise. He spotted a clock that looked identical to one Blue broke years ago. That clock had belonged to their great-grandfather, and losing it had upset their mother terribly.

"Well, if it isn't the man who would be bi." The voice startled him, coming from the shadows next to the antique shop. He wasn't surprised to discover the voice belonged to Riley, even though he'd given up finding the man. "Is it all an amazing coincidence that the day after I run into Blue you show up too?"

Jacob shrugged and moved closer. Unlike Blue's description, the man in front of him was dressed in clean, if extremely tight, black jeans and a green sweater. His hair was brushed back neatly, although one long piece slid down to cover the forehead and one eye. There was nothing to indicate Riley might be down on his luck at all. As Jacob moved even closer, he couldn't detect any hint of alcohol.

"If you're asking whether Blue sent me, the answer is no. I decided to come and see if you needed help all on my own."

After a long moment, Riley seemed to sag against the building as he exhaled long and loud. "I wasn't very nice to him yesterday. I didn't mean to be so rude, but I was following someone and he was getting away from me. Please apologize for me."

"Blue would probably appreciate it more if you called him yourself. When you took off last year, he was down for a couple of months. He really didn't mean anything bad. He wanted you happy, and didn't stop to think what would happen if I wasn't bi, let alone that you were already seeing someone."

Something dark blazed in the depths of those green eyes, there and gone as quickly as it came. Riley waved at someone and Jacob turned to see a young woman waiting to cross the street.

"After Hunter, I made some decisions about my life," Riley told Jacob, voice low as though afraid someone would overhear. "I decided to do something about the way people see me. I changed my job and moved to a new apartment. Then I decided that..."

The words were lost as the pretty brunette wrapped her arms around Riley and kissed him soundly. She giggled and turned to Jacob. "Hi! You both look very mysterious, skulking in the shadows like this."

"Sara, this is Jacob Evans, the brother of an old friend of mine. Jacob, this is Sara Ward, my fiancée."

To say that Jacob was shocked would be an understatement, but he was able to control his expression. He smiled and murmured his congratulations and admired the lovely ring 

Sara wiggled in his direction. Riley sent her off to wait for him in the coffee shop and waited for Jacob to say something about the situation, arms crossed protectively over his chest.

"Wow, a fiancée. I can definitely say that this is the last thing Blue will expect. I don't think he knew you were bisexual." Jacob was sure that Blue would have mentioned that to him if he'd known.

"I'm not. After Hunter used me, I needed some help dealing with everything. Speaking with the therapist made things so clear. While I do find men attractive, the actual sex act itself is not pleasant, nor something I would actively pursue.

"Don't get me wrong, she told me that a few unpleasant encounters didn't mean I wasn't gay, but it was more than that. I didn't enjoy it at all. I couldn't...you know. I'm much happier now with Sara."

Jacob figured that whoever the therapist was, she hadn't tried very hard to convince Riley about anything. People didn't just become gay or just become, well, not gay. They could avoid the truth, deny it for all they were worth, but nothing more. At best, someone could be bi, like himself, with a strong leaning towards one sex or the other.

Some new theories said that certain people, while not being gay, could fall in love with a person of the same sex, and only ever be interested in that person. Jacob didn't know where those people fell in the gay/straight spectrum. It might prove interesting to research the matter. Not that he had the training to do it, or the time really. Now was definitely not the time for this, anyway.

"If you're happy, then that's the most important thing. But will it be enough? What will you do when the attraction to a handsome man becomes strong? A regular admiration might not test your resolve to think yourself straight, but attraction, real attraction, might be harder to resist."

Riley stared at him, green eyes widening as Jacob moved forward to loom over him. He knew he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't seem to help himself. "You're so beautiful," he murmured as he touched his lips to Riley's, mouth slightly open so his bottom lip fell slightly below Riley's. Gently he closed his mouth, sucking that delectable morsel in.

Tingling sensations jolted through Jacob as he pulled back then moved in again. Kissing Riley was amazing. Jacob cupped the back of Riley's head and tilted his head to fit their mouths together tightly. He wanted more; he wanted everything he could get. It didn't matter that they were in plain view of the street and anyone passing by. It didn't matter that no other man, even one he was interested in, had ever aroused him so thoroughly.

What did matter was that Riley wasn't responding to Jacob's ministrations. Jacob lifted his head and looked into the flushed face before him. Judging from the narrowed eyes, the heightened colour came from anger rather than passion. Riley took two quick steps back as soon as Jacob dropped his arms.

"I will resist it in the same way any decent person does when they are in a committed relationship, Mr. Evans. If you would excuse me, my fiancée is waiting for me." Jacob watched as Riley straightened his appearance and began walking away. Just when he thought that would be the end, Riley turned and glared at him. "Contrary to popular opinion about me, it takes quite a bit more than a compliment to get me to fall on my back. You're just like everyone else, never taking the time to see what's beneath the surface."

There wasn't anything else for Jacob to do but to go home. He stood watching until Riley went into the coffee shop. If his car weren't in the other direction, he would have an excuse to walk by and look inside to see the younger man again. It surprised him that he didn't want to let Riley out of his sight. They'd only been in each other's company for less than half an hour and already he missed Riley. It didn't make sense.

The only other person he'd ever missed in this way, and it was for totally different reasons, was his brother Blue. Those years when Blue vanished from their family were difficult for him. Jacob remembered coming home from college to find that Blue was gone.

At the time, the explanation was vague, neither one of his parents willing to discuss it. More information came from Franklin and Lily. They told Jacob how they heard their parents talking about Blue being attacked in the old barn and taken to the hospital.

It was Franklin who found him later that night and whispered about how their father discovered Blue was gay and that was the reason they sent him away.

Unlike what he told his brother Blue, Jacob suspected since he was about sixteen that guys interested him as well as girls. Learning how their father treated Blue, even if it wasn't the real reason for sending him away, made Jacob keep his suspicions to himself and try to bury them. He couldn't know that the men responsible for beating Blue threatened the Evans farm and family. Home was different with Blue gone. It felt empty somehow and Jacob realized how much he really loved and missed his baby brother.

Jacob pondered Riley's parting words as he entered the elevator in his building. He felt they were important. 'You're just like everyone else, never taking the time to see what's beneath the surface.' It was true in a sense. What did he really know about Riley? They had conversed together over the whole course of their one dinner together at Blue's and yet...he remembered nothing. If asked, Jacob knew he could accurately describe what Riley looked like. Anything personal, such as what he did for a living, had flown right out of his head.

Was he really so superficial? Jacob frowned and leaned against the door to his apartment after locking it. He didn't like to think what it meant that he'd dismissed the 'regular' details of Riley in favour of his looks. No, that couldn't be right. They'd had a single conversation more than a year ago; he couldn't be expected to remember things after that long.

The phone rang, jolting him from his thoughts. A quick glance at the caller id showed it to be from the office. Who on earth could be working this late, and why were they calling him? It was David Foster one of the partners of the Foster, Delaney and Foster Law Firm. Jacob had an idea what this was about and he was right.

"Evans? Good, good, I'm glad to catch you at home. Listen, you're up for co-counsel on the Andrew Baxter case."

"The motion for dismissal didn't go through?" He shrugged out of his shirt and undid the button on his jeans as he talked, ready to jump in the shower. He had a feeling he might have to go into the office for a late night and long weekend. "I'll get in touch with Johnson and get started right away."

"I sent Johnson out to talk to all the witnesses again and get ready from that angle. I'm taking the lead on this one. What I need from you is to read over the documents I've just couriered over to you. Baxter says the real killer is someone called Shane MacCready and everything Baxter knows about the guy is in those documents, along with a brief on the case so far.

"I've contacted a private investigator to work on this with you. Any information we can dig up on this guy will be helpful for the case. I've made an appointment with the PI for ten tomorrow morning at diAngelo's. Ask for Scott."

"I'll work on that tonight and be ready for the meeting in the morning. I'll bring you everything I find on Monday, unless you want it ASAP."

"Monday's fine. Johnson will be in then as well, so we can all sit together and work on a plan of defence. Let's say we meet in the conference room at nine sharp."

After a few more amenities, Jacob hung up the phone and sagged back into the chair. Co-counsel on a murder trial! He wanted this, wanted to help build a case that could free an innocent man from prison and possibly put the guilty party away. It had nothing to do with the attention and praise that would follow. He wanted this for the sake of justice.

Many of his old classmates would scoff at his idealism. For them, the goal was to make partner in some firm before they reached thirty-five, at the latest, and make lots of money. Certainly, the money was nice, but he wanted to help people. He wanted to make a difference.

A shower would be nice right now, but he knew the messenger would be there at any time. He looked around at his living room and the frown from earlier came back. Everything was perfect. The shelves had a scattering of books, movies and knick-knacks, courtesy of his mother and twin sister. A nice balance, each shelf full without being crowded, each item carefully arranged according to size. The paintings and pictures on the wall were perfectly straight, placed where they would have the most impact. His black leather couch and chair had accent cushions that matched the area rug, the coffee table matched the shelves and the lamps fit in well with the style of the room.

It was a showcase, he realized. He didn't spend all that much time at home, and had happily allowed his mother and Rose free-reign in decorating. Nothing was really 'him'. Except for the actual books and movies, and you couldn't really see them as anything other than the décor, there was nothing to say that he, Jacob Evans, lived there.

Generic, that was the word to describe it. It was the living room of an up-and-coming lawyer. Someone else could move in tomorrow and nobody would tell the difference. He thought about Blue and Harley's home. Hundreds of little touches that reflected their personalities; it was definitely their home and was decorated to their taste.

A mental catalogue of the rest of his apartment proved that it wasn't any better. Except maybe his bedroom, but only because of the clutter of his clothes and work papers. Funny, he'd never noticed that when he worked at home, it was only in his bedroom.

The doorbell announced the arrival of the courier. Jacob smiled at the appearance of Stan, a cute little blond barely five foot five, who always tried to be available for his deliveries. They had enjoyed each other a few times since Jacob admitted his liking for men.

"Here you go, Jake. Mr. Foster said to get this to you as fast as I could. Must be important?"

"Very important, thanks Stan. You have time for a cup of coffee or something?"

Stan grinned and slipped inside. "Absolutely. I'm done for the night so I have time for coffee and more." He brushed his arm against Jacob's chest and his grin widened.

Jacob wrapped his arms around the small man and pulled him tight against his chest. He let his hands move down touch the front of the jeans, and felt the flesh beneath immediately respond to him. Stan's head fell back and a small moan of pleasure sounded. 

Soon enough, Jacob had Stan's pants down around his knees and he walked them backwards until he could sit in the chair, Stan on his lap. He didn't bother with taking off the other man's underwear, just pushed the waistband down until the hard cock was free from its prison. The silky skin felt delicious in his hand, getting slick from the liquid he gathered from the leaking tip. One thing about Stan, he could go from zero to sixty in less than five seconds.

The slim body draped over Jacob, ass grinding into his erection as Jacob pumped him. "Yes, Jake, oh that's so good!"

It upset Jacob a little that while he had the hot little handful in his lap, it was someone else on his mind. Growling a little, he whispered hoarsely in Stan's ear, asking what he wanted.

"You! Please, God, I want you to fuck me!"

With a few careful movements, Jacob had Stan kneeling on the chair, underwear down just enough to reveal his pretty ass. He reached over to one of the end tables and got a condom and some lube. He squirted out some of the lube at the top of the exposed crack to a hiss of delight, and then used his fingers to work it in.

By the time he had three fingers moving in and out easily, Stan was almost screaming in pleasure, fucking himself on the fingers. Jacob slicked himself out and rammed in, not taking any care at all, knowing that it was how Stan liked it best. He set up a harsh pace, snapping his hips to encouraging cries.

He reached forward after a few minutes and grabbed the neglected prick. Stan was too busy clutching the back of the chair to touch himself, hardly able to meet and match Jacob's urgency. At the second stroke, Stan tensed, his entire body going rigid before he blasted loose, whimpering as he came hard. Jacob groaned as the ass he fucked tightened up to an almost painful degree, but he held on in the face of his growing orgasm. The tingling pressure threatened to overwhelm him when Stan finally collapsed and looked over his shoulder.




Decisions Ch. 02



"Come on my back and ass, Jake. Get me all wet with you so I can drive home with it. Please, I want to feel it on my skin."

This was standard, which was why Jacob held off shooting. It made him feel good to have Stan ask for it, though, so he always waited. He stroked in a couple more times before pulling out and removing the condom. He threw his head back as he exploded, decorating the bare skin in front of him with hot jets of come. A good thing Stan had the presence of mind to lift up his shirt, because it was the last thought on Jacob's mind.

They went into the bathroom together to clean up, Stan settling for splashing water on his face and genitals. Jacob walked him to the door and brushed their lips together. This was exactly what he needed to settle himself. Now he could read all the documents and get up to speed without getting distracted. It was likely to be a long night and he had that meeting with the private investigator in the morning.

"Thanks for the special delivery, Stan," he said with a soft smile. A niggling thought came up, and though he knew he should ignore it, he couldn't help asking the question. "Stan, do you think I'm superficial?"

"I guess it depends on what you mean exactly."

"Someone told me that I don't bother to look beneath the surface. I don't think I'm that bad, but I do have to wonder."

"You're not that bad," Stan reassured him. His next comment negated that reassurance. "On the other hand, I do know that if I'm going to see you, I take the time to clean up first. If I show up anything less than combed and tucked in, you don't invite me in for coffee. That's not bad, though. Everyone's like that for people they aren't serious about."

Maybe Stan wasn't the best person to ask about that, Jacob mused, since they were only interested in each other for the occasional fling. He sighed and tried to push all his doubts from his mind. Tomorrow afternoon, after the meeting, he would call Rose and talk things over with her. He trusted his twin sister to be honest with him. If necessary, she would help him change whatever needed changing in his life. Right now, he had a packet of information to look over and make notes on.

After a shower. He wanted a shower and a mug of strong coffee before he tackled a long night of reading.

DiAngelo's was nothing like what the name suggested. People might think of an Italian restaurant or a pizza place, when in fact it was a coffee shop. The same coffee shop he'd passed by the night before, right next to the antique shop. He went inside and bought himself a large, regular coffee and a blueberry muffin, since he didn't have time for breakfast before rushing out the door. He'd gotten barely five hours of sleep, closing his eyes at four in the morning. It seemed like only seconds later that the alarm clock blared to wake him.

He found his notebook and started making a list for the weekend. Two hours for a meeting with the investigator, then he needed to work on the case some more, and finally a long conversation with Rose. Tomorrow he needed to do some shopping and maybe look at a few things to change the way his apartment looked. Nothing major, just a few items to scatter around that appealed to him rather than fit in with his supposed image.

"Hello again, Mr. Evans. I should have known I'd see you here this morning." Jacob glanced up to see Riley slide into the chair opposite him, setting a briefcase down beside the table.

Riley looked amazing. He wore a shirt that matched his green eyes exactly, the top few buttons left undone to show a gold chain and a delicious patch of honey-tinted skin. Unless Jacob was mistaken, there was just the edge of a purple bruise, most likely a hickey, showing at the side of his neck. Slender hands clasped on the tabletop, fingers rubbing together in what might be nerves. Jacob determinedly brought his eyes back up to the handsome face. He would not get lost in the packaging today.

"Riley, hello. Do you come here often?"

"No, this is only the third time I've been here. I enjoyed the coffee, so I thought it would be a good place to meet." Riley smirked at him, setting down a notebook of his own, this one paper rather than computer. "It was the first place that came to mind while on the phone with Mr. Foster."

"You can't be the investigator! I'm supposed to be meeting someone named Scott. You're pulling my chain, aren't you?"

"My name is Riley Scott and I most definitely am the private investigator hired by the firm to dig up information on one Shane MacCready. Is that really so hard for you to believe?"

If Jacob were paying closer attention, he would have heard the challenge in the soft-spoken voice, or seen the dangerous glint in Riley's narrowed eyes. As it was, he was so surprised that he spoke without thinking.

"Well, yes! I mean, a private eye is supposed to be big and bulky. It can be a dangerous job and a person has to be able to handle himself in any kind of risky situation that might come up."

"I see. I'll be on my way then. When I get to the office, I'll call your boss to tell him you've decided his choice was too small, skinny and stupid to do the job."

Riley was halfway to the door before Jacob recovered from the anger he'd seen and moved to stop Riley. He knew he'd put his foot in it as soon as the words left his mouth and regretted it.

"Come on, I was just surprised. Let's sit and have some coffee while we go over the information we got on Mr. MacCready."

Riley seemed to hesitate, staring intently out the front window as though something out there would give him a clue on how to proceed. Finally he turned, and Jacob released the breath he'd been holding. "I'm licensed to do my job, and I've never failed to do what I set out to do. My appearance has nothing to do with my abilities."

I've really got to learn to watch my tongue around him,  Jacob told himself while digging out the folder. The younger man was quick to take insult at the slightest provocation. With all that had happened a year ago, both the misunderstanding with Blue and then his supposed lover telling him he had a fiancée, Jacob could understand why Riley was wary. Then there was the whole 'I'm not gay anymore' thing.

Jacob wanted to know everything about Riley, but knew he couldn't ask. They needed to become at least friends, good friends, before he could ask about something so personal. Over the next hour, they read the information about Shane MacCready that Andrew Baxter gave the firm.

Every question Riley asked was a good one, many that Jacob hadn't even thought of until Riley brought them up. He got a look at the notes Riley made and admitted, to himself only, that Riley did know what he was doing.

Finally, they finished up and planned to meet on Tuesday afternoon, unless something important came up before then. They exchanged cell numbers to get in touch, and agreed that the coffee shop was a good place for them to meet. While Riley gathered his things together, Jacob glanced up and saw someone familiar standing on the sidewalk. It took a while, but he finally identified her as Riley's fiancée.

He'd only just pointed her out when a man walked up and the two kissed. Jacob wished he'd kept his mouth shut, although he also knew that it was probably best for Riley to know. Still, it had to hurt Riley to see something like that after what already happened to him.

Riley was pale as he watched the display. He sighed and absently bade Jacob goodbye as he walked outside to confront the woman. Jacob decided it was best for him to wait inside until the others moved on. He didn't want to make Riley uncomfortable by going out there to witness things more than he was. It wasn't long before Riley stalked off and Sara and the other man moved in the opposite direction.

Damn, Riley had the worst luck. Jacob hoped this was the last of it. It would be, if Jacob had anything to say about it. He tried not to dwell on why he wanted to have every say in what happened to Riley from now on.



Decisions Ch. 02



Despite the fact that I had the memories of our debauched fucking the previous night floating through my mind, and that my cock was still nestled in my daughter's tight cunt, I was a little surprised that I started to get hard again. I had cum three times in the last... fuck, what time was it?

I glanced across Sammy's sleeping form to my alarm clock. 11:15.

I had cum three times in the last 10 hours. I hadn't done that since college, and I wasn't even sure if I had really done it then. 

I knew Sam and I needed to talk. She initiated things this morning, but I needed to make sure I hadn't hurt her or taken advantage of her last night. Well, I knew I had taken advantage of her... she was at least slightly drunk and no matter how provocative her story was I shouldn't have fucked her. I couldn't say I actually regretted it though. She was easily the best lay I had ever had. The only thing I would regret is if she regretted it. Or if she didn't want to do it again. Because even though I knew I shouldn't want to fuck my daughter, I wasn't going to give this up if I didn't have to.

After a few minutes, she rolled away from me and on to her stomach, allowing my dick to slip out of her. She moaned at the loss, but made no other move. I used the opportunity to take a quick cold shower. The icy water helped me to tone down my pulsing hard-on enough so that when I got out I could relieve myself. I put on a pair of scrubs that I frequently wore around the house and headed downstairs in search of sustenance.

I wasn't prepared for the onslaught of memories that assaulted me as I walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen table was pushed back against the sliding glass doors leading to the patio. One of the chairs was in the hallway, and another was balancing on two legs in the corner. I knew I had fucked her hard, but I didn't remember moving chairs, and I certainly didn't remember shoving the table six feet across the floor.

God... the things I had done to her on that table. I tasted her and sucked her clit into my mouth. I had shoved four fingers into her juicy pussy. I had pelted her with my cock and I had shot my cum deep inside of her.

Dammit, I was hard again.

I spent the next few minutes straightening up the kitchen (and willing my cock to chill the fuck out) and decided on fixing breakfast for lunch. I got the French toast in the oven and had just finished cleaning the last of the dishes when I heard Sammy come into the kitchen.

I leaned back against the counter and watched her enter the room. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and walked slowly into the room, running her fingers over the kitchen table with a smile.

"Morning, Daddy."

"Morning, Sam."

"Mmmm... what smells so good?"

"I made some French toast, should be ready in about 20 minutes. Can we talk, Sam?"

"Mmm... I don't think so, Daddy." She shook her head at me as she took her usual seat at the kitchen table.

"What? Why not? We really need to talk about last night."

"Well, the way I see it, the only reason we would need to talk about last night would be because it was fucking awesome, or because you were sorry it happened. While I would love to rehash how you fucked the shit out of me right here," she said as she reverently glided her hand across the surface of the table, "I think we'd be better served making new memories. And I don't think you're sorry it happened. For the record, neither am I." She hadn't taken her eyes away from mine at all during her little speech.

"You're right, baby, I'm not sorry it happened." I really wasn't. "I am sorry that we had both been drinking. It might not have happened if we hadn't. I can't help but feel I took advantage of you. I'm your father, I shouldn't be doing those things to you." Not that I was prepared to stop.

She rose from the table and crossed the kitchen to where I was still leaning on the counter, arms crossed in front of me. Shit, why didn't I put on a shirt?? When she reached me, she pulled my arms away from my chest and I let them hang by my sides. She reached her little hands up and ran them across my abs and up my chest, leaving one resting on each pec.

"Daddy," she looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes looking deep into mine, "if it hadn't happened last night it would have happened another night. I've wanted you to fuck me for ages. That's why I was so bored fucking the boys at school." Sammy leaned towards me, standing on the tips of her toes, and whispered in my ear, "I didn't want anyone but my Daddy anymore," before licking my neck from my ear down to my collar bone before backing up a step to look me in the eye again.

I couldn't stand there doing nothing anymore. My daughter had just confessed that she was bored fucking teenage boys because she wanted me. I don't know how any man could have resisted that. My hands found their way from hanging limply at my sides, to fisting the fabric of my shirt that was draped around her hips. I pulled her back to me so that her lithe little body was pressed firmly against me and lowered my face to hers.

"Are you sure, baby?"

She responded with a seductive "yes, Daddy," and I covered her mouth with mine, taking her tongue into my mouth and tasting her again. I somehow managed to loosen my grip on her shirt and dropped my hands to her smooth, creamy thighs, working my way up. I reached behind and cupped her ass in my hands, kneading her luscious cheeks once I discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. Her hands had moved just a few inches south of where she initially laid them, and she started to roll my nipples around in her fingers. I was ready to reach around and sink my fingers in her hot pussy again when the oven timer went off, signaling that the French toast was done.

Sammy pulled away from me, panting, and gave me a mischievous look. "We should probably eat if you're going to make good on what you promised me this morning, Dad."

I smirked right back at her. "Oh, don't you worry, baby girl. I will make good on my promise. You'll have a river of my cum flowing out of you by the time I'm done with you." I winked at her before turning to pull breakfast out of the oven.

We ate at the kitchen table, not saying much, but shooting each other seductive glances and grins. Every time she moaned at the taste of her meal my cock throbbed in response. When she took her last bite, a drop a syrup slid off the toast on her bottom lip and started to drip down her chin. I was forcefully reminded of the image she planted in my mind the previous night of some college boy cumming on her face and her not wanting to waste it. Before she could do anything, I reached up and guided the syrup back to her mouth with my thumb. "Don't waste anything, baby," I said, fully meaning the double entendre.

She sucked my thumb into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the tip, closing her eyes and moaning as she did it. I was just about ready to start with her again, but wanted to clear up a couple more things first.

I pulled my thumb from her mouth and she opened her eyes, pouting at me. I gave her my best Dad face and sternly told her "Samantha, there are still two things we need to discuss." I never used her full name unless I was serious, and she looked worried. She didn't respond, but I saw her throat constrict as she swallowed her nerves. I couldn't wait to see her throat constrict as she swallowed my cum.

"First, there is the issue of your boyfriend. I understand if you want to keep seeing him for image reasons, but under no circumstances are you allowed to fuck him. I wasn't kidding last night when I told you that your cunt is mine." She swallowed again, and shifted in her seat, my words clearly getting to her. She looked less concerned now, and there was a bit of a twinkle in her eye as she responded, "Okay, Daddy."

"Second, there is the issue of your behavior last night. You drank alcohol at a bar; you came home two hours after your curfew; you didn't call to let me know where you were or when you would be home." I listed her transgressions as I counted them on my hand. "You were out in public dressed like a slut; and you fucked a boy who wasn't your boyfriend. Of course, you also fucked your father. While I'm really not upset about that last one, none of this behavior is indicative of how you were raised, is it Samantha?"

She licked her lips and shook her head, "No, Daddy, it isn't."

"I think you need to be punished in order to help you learn your lesson. What do you think, Samantha?" She merely swallowed her nerves again and nodded. "It's been a long time since I've had to do it, but I think you need a spanking. I'm thinking one for each indiscretion. Of course, I prefer nice round numbers, so I'm going to round up to ten. How does that sound, Samantha? Does that sound fair?"

She nodded again, clearly unable to form words. I couldn't remember a time I had seen her speechless. I might have been worried that I was crossing a line, if I hadn't noticed the flush covering her cheeks, her increased breathing, and the way she was rubbing her thighs together to provide herself some friction.

"Go upstairs and wait for me on my bed. I want you on your hands and knees. And lose the shirt."

She practically ran out of the kitchen and flew up the stairs. I glanced at the seat she had just vacated and it was glistening with her juices. I was glad to see I wasn't the only one affected by our conversation or our teasing over breakfast. I looked down to my own lap and saw a good sized wet spot on my scrubs where my cock had leaked all over it.

I took my time cleaning up the kitchen and thinking about what I was going to do when I got upstairs. It was going to be a good day.

I walked deliberately slowly up the stairs, knowing that she could hear me approaching, hoping that it was heightening her anticipation of what was to come. I pushed open the door to my room and – fuck – she was naked on my bed resting on her hands and knees like I asked, but I didn't expect her slick pink pussy to be facing me in the doorway. I guess I had expected her to set herself up short-ways on the bed so that she could see me coming, but this was just so much better.

"Very good girl, Samantha," I commended as I approached the bed and her naked form on top of it. Her knees were almost at the end of the bed, with her feet dangling off the edge. "I don't think we'll have any special rules for your first spanking, but we may in the future. I want to hear you while I teach you a lesson today."

I reached out with one hand and stroked her smooth ass, before raising my hand and smacking it down on her right cheek.

"Ow!" She cried as her body bucked away from the sensation.

"Do not run away from me, Samantha," I said sternly. "You need to take your punishment before we can have any more fun today."

I performed the same action on her left cheek this time, hitting it with a sharp smack! She cried out again, but her body didn't move away as much the second time.

I took turns alternating cheeks, and trying to spread the beautiful redness that was creeping up under my hands, by spanking her higher and lower; she really seemed to like the ones at the base of her cheeks. By the time I got to ten, she was panting for breath and her thighs were glistening with the juices that were dripping out of her pussy, and my cock felt like an iron bar in my pants, and the wet spot on the front of them had grown substantially in size.

Rubbing her cheeks tenderly, I asked "do you think you've learned your lesson Samantha? Or does Daddy have to spank you some more?" I was almost hoping she would ask me to spank her some more, but almost all of the blood in my body had gathered in my dick and it was throbbing with the need to be buried inside of her.

"No Daddy, I've learned my lesson," she replied with a breathy moan.

"Good, baby." And with that, I ripped my scrubs off, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back towards me, stuffing my cock inside her in one swift thrust. We both moaned at the sensation, and I stilled inside her for a moment. I was fairly certain I was going to blow my load quickly, but I couldn't get enough of the sensation of her tight, wet walls gripping me firmly. "Fuck baby, you're so good," I groaned. She could only moan in response, and the sensation vibrated through her body all the way down to where her pussy was surrounding me.

I pulled back slowly, watching where we were joined, seeing the evidence of her arousal slick around my cock, before I slammed myself back into her. We were both breathless and moaning as I fucked her, removing my cock from the confines of her tight pussy and forcibly shoving it back into her as quickly as possible. Over and over, I pounded into her, grunting and incoherent. She tossed her hair to one side and looked back over her shoulder at me, "Spank me again Daddy! Please, spank my ass while you fuck me!"

Shit; I was more than happy to oblige. I had to slow the pace of my thrusts a bit, but I brought my hand down on her ass over and over again as she moaned and cursed underneath me, overwhelmed with the sensations.

After a handful of extra smacks to her ass, she dropped from her hands to her elbows, her head resting on her forearms as she pushed herself forcefully back at me, meeting my every thrust. "Ungh, Daddy, I want to be a good girl for you! Spank me so I learn my lesson! Please Daddy, teach your bad girl to be good for you!"

"Oh fuck yes, baby, you are a bad girl, but I'll teach you to obey your Daddy!" I spanked her ass a few more times before I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. Reaching up to her beautiful mahogany hair, I grabbed a fistful of it in my hand and yanked backwards, "I thought I told you to be on your hands and knees," I growled at her.

She wasn't able to voice a coherent response, merely grunting and moaning back at me, nearing her own release. "Touch your cunt, Samantha, make yourself cum on my cock!"

Sammy brought one hand down to where I was still thrusting violently into her, and rubbed her hand on her mound, her fingers brushing my cock every time it exited her wet hole. I felt her feverishly rubbing several fingers over her clit in an effort to follow my order, and only seconds later I felt her cunt clamping down on my cock and watched her body spasm in front of me. She removed her hand from her dripping slit, and I reached mine down there to replace it. I wasn't ready for her to be finished cumming.

I could feel my balls tightening and knew I was seconds away from cumming myself, but I had to coax one more orgasm out of her. I reached three fingers down to her pussy and forcefully rubbed them across her throbbing clit. After only two passes of her sensitive clit, she exploded around me again, and this time I couldn't hold off my own release. Keeping one hand clamped down on her clit, I pulled her back up towards me by her hair, needing her as close to me as possible as I came inside her. We were both twitching and jerking as we continued to cum together.

Before I disentangled my hand from her hair, I brought my hand from her clit to her mouth, telling her to clean my hand. She grabbed my wrist in both of her tiny hands and sucked each of my fingers into her mouth in turn, slurping her delicious pussy juices off of my hand.

Finally, I let her go, and she flopped down on the bed in front of me, turning so she was on her back. "Shit, Dad. That was fucking hot. I don't know why I've never wanted to be spanked before, but I'm not sure if that's going to be an effective punishment. I might do stuff to piss you off so that you have to spank me a lot more."

I crawled up the bed, my arms and legs on either side of her luscious body. "Baby girl, you just say the word and I'll make sure your ass stays nice and red all day long."



Decisions Ch. 02



Although the scene and characters in this story are still in high school they are all 18 years or older." 

*

In the meantime Enrique's gang pulled up on the other side of the park with the lights off. Enrique told Burl to sneak over to the van and see what was happening with the two lovebirds. After he left, Enrique said "Even Burl can't fuck up that mission." Everyone laughed at this. Burl silently crept up on the van. Even though curtains covered the windows, he could see some naked flesh. He heard them very well. "I think I have enough to report as they are really doing it!" Burl thought and he silently went back to where the gang was parked.

"They are really going at it Enrique," he reported. "Little Miss Innocent is really one hot slut!" Enrique smiled and said, "I will have to finalize my plan to show little Miss Slut what a great fuck is!" he told Ken to go back to their hang-out. "We will fuck the shit out of Monica tonight."

Rob rose up off Jill so she could spread those creamy thighs. His eyes scanned her body from her awesome breasts to the heavenly curls of her cunt. In a few seconds he would be slipping his meat into that luscious hole. Jill spread her legs and raised her knees to provide Rob with easy access. Rob gasped at the sight and by the moisture on her pussy Rob could see how hot she was. 

"I believe I am going to fuck the living daylights out of her once I get in. She will beg me to go all the way." Rob reached down, but Jill pushed his hand away. 

"I will put it in." 

He almost came right then. He could not believe she was about to let him put his cock into her honey hole. Rob lowered himself onto her again, this time his dick brushed her pussy lips, causing Jill to flinch. 

"I still don't think that thing will fit," she said. 

"Don't worry, it will feel good," Rob said. 

"Remember your promise," she admonished. 

"I will," he responded. 

"I still don't think it will fit!" she said. Jill guided his cock to her virginal hole with anticipation. Her hand touched her pussy hairs and she was amazed at how wet she was. The tip of his cock was starting in but then stopped. 

Jill said "See I told you it wouldn't fit!"

Rob reached down and took her hand from his cock. He then pushed harder and his cock swelled even more. 

"I better get in before I cum," he thought. Slowly his rod moved into the hole spreading her lips. Finally, the flange passed through and he was in! Rob kept applying pressure and he continued his descent. "Maybe she doesn't have a barrier," he thought. 

Then he could get all the way in! It was not to be as he met resistance and she flinched. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he said. 

"I know, "Jill told him. "It didn't really hurt but sort of startled me. I knew it was there but I didn't know when you would reach it." Her pussy was stuffed with cock. She raised her head and saw a lot of cock was still outside. Rob was in about three inches. He slowly started to withdraw and Jill whimpered. He pulled out until the tip remained embedded and then thrust in again. 

"Oh My God!" Jill screamed. "It feels so good!" 

"I have her, he thought. A few more thrusts and she will beg me for more. In and out he went. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him and clutched his shoulders. 

"Jill we both need this. Let me make you a woman now!" 

"No!" she said, "I am not ready and you promised." She curled her pelvis against his cock and for a moment Rob thought he might abandon his promise. 

Rob pulled out all the way except for the very tip in preparation for the Big thrust which would pop her cherry. 

"I need you now! "He proclaimed. Jill managed to twist her body enough that his thrust smashed his dick against her groin. She shoved with all her might and pushed him off. She got up and started putting her clothes on. 

"You promised," she cried."Take me home now. "

Rob realized he better not argue and put his clothes on also. "I am sorry Jill. But I love you so much and want to have a beautiful thing with you. You know I love you and you say you love me, but you don't want to prove it." 

He deflated the mat and stored it away. He got in the seat and they started for home. 

Jill looked at him and realized he was sorry- He had gotten carried away. She also realized she was as much at fault for putting them in that position. She was the one who suggested he put his dick in her cunt. "I almost said yes," she thought. "If I had given him a blow job he would have been happy." She leaned over and placed her hand on his thigh. Rob jumped. 

"I am sorry Rob. It was as much my fault as yours." Her hand was on his zipper and the next thing he knew, his cock was out of his pants. He almost wrecked his van. He really went bananas when she put his dick in her mouth and started sucking him at seventy miles per hour. He took his right hand and pulled up her sweater, slipping it underneath. The van swerved as his hand contacted her bare tit. The nipple was extended. She was bobbing her head faster now and he was relishing the feeling, but he also knew he better get the van stopped before he wrecked it. Rob pulled off the highway at the next exit and stopped. Jill was really into it now and his dick was expanding in preparation for shooting his wad. He realized she was going to take his cum in her mouth. 

"Oh don't stop Jill! That really feels good!" he put his hand on the back of her head. She only had taken it in the mouth the first time but had only jerked him to finish since then. "I'm commmming!!" he screamed as his hot jism exploded in her mouth. Jill sucked and swallowed rapidly trying to drink it all. In fact, it tasted pretty good. Rob collapsed and enjoyed the sensation. 

Boy, have I got a real find," he thought in amazement. 

"Thank you Jill, I needed that."

She kept sucking and licking until he was dry. Rob put his cock back and zipped his pants up. She smiled and knew they were O.K. again. "Jill do you want me to bring you off?" 

"You already did with your dick between my legs," she replied. "It was foolish to do what we did since I wasn't ready to go all the way."

They arrived at her house and Rob embraced her. As they were kissing, he slipped his hand under her sweater again and caressed her tits. They both responded and the nipples stood at attention. They got out and walked to the door. He kissed her again and said "I will see you tomorrow for our double with Joan and Kurt."

"Yes, it will be fun. I love you Rob." 

"I love you too," he said and watched her go into her house.

To be continued...

Thanks to Destiny Parker for editorial assistance.



Decisions Ch. 02



I puttered around on my computer for a bit, including my e-mails. Pam had sent me a short e-mail: "Miss you. Can you imagine what we'd be doing in our closet if you were at work today? Maybe I'll send pictures. XOXOX Pam." Well THAT was a confusing factor. I wouldn't see her until Friday. I typed back, "See you Friday. Wild storms here last night -- tornadoes? Hold that thought. Pictures always welcome. D." 

I thought about Emily. I didn't have her e-mail. I hoped the flowers had made it to her. I called but only got her answering service; I remembered she'd said her cell phone was broken. I left a sweet message telling her I was thinking of her and that I'd be home from Kansas City around dinner on Friday if she was interested in getting together. I told her I had the weekend free and would love to spend it with her again, or as much of it as she had free. I said I'd call her from the airport when my American Airlines flight got into LaGuardia airport around dinnertime. 

Then a wave of guilt washed over me. Didn't I need to pick one of these three women and just be a monogamous male? I decided I'd nurse that thought through the day, perhaps even talking to Grace about it later since she knew I had other romance options in my life. 

*****

Grace and I had a nice and professional breakfast. Our talk throughout breakfast and throughout our morning meeting was nothing but professional and project oriented. I thought at one point that I could speculate as to whether last night had been nothing but a dream -- a wild wet dream. 

I decided to play a bit as we started to break for lunch. As the two of us rose from the conference table in her office, I sniffed the air. She looked at me with a puzzled look. I said, "I think I smell pussy." 

I looked at her. She suddenly cracked and looked very worried; "Do I smell? Oh dear." Then she caught my smirk. "Jerk!" she said and punched me hard in the arm. Her reaction made me laugh aloud. Fortunately she did too.

"You're fine," I assured her as I rubbed my arm. She packed a powerful punch.

We collected some of the other team members and had lunch. I went off and worked with a couple of the guys on Grace's staff in the afternoon. About six o'clock I came back to Grace's office with a roll of flip charts to collect my briefcase and laptop. No one was around but I noticed an envelope with my name on it sitting atop my briefcase. I opened the note:

"Hi. I'm looking forward to dinner and whatever tonight. I had to go home and take care of a couple of things. Call my cell and we'll arrange where to meet. Casual dress. Grace." She'd written her phone number below her flowery signature.

I headed back to the hotel. As I was driving I called her cell. "Hi David," she said almost immediately.

"Hi Grace," I said, "Everything OK? I had good meetings with Roger and Hank."

"Yes. I just want you around. I hope you can come by tonight. I was thinking I'd fix something here -- at my place, or we could go out. What's your pleasure?"

"You are my pleasure," I said in a sappy voice. She laughed. "I'm heading to the hotel now so I can become casual. Where do you live? What should I bring?"

"Bring yourself. Oh, and bring my undies from your closet; they're probably dry by now. You'll retrace your route back past the office from the hotel until that parkway dead-ends then turn right for about a mile and get on Interstate 435 heading west to Stateline Road. Take that south and call me. I live right near the Blue Hills Country Club -- you'll see signs. It'll take you a half hour. What about dinner?"

"Let me take you out. Pick your favorite restaurant," I said.

"See you in thirty," she said and we clicked off.

I pulled up in front of her house about forty-five minutes later. Getting casual took me longer than I'd thought. I'd also decided I should come prepared, so I put my briefcase, suit and dopp kit in the car in case I stayed overnight. 

I rang the doorbell. I was standing there holding her panties to my nose and inhaling deeply when she opened the door. She burst out laughing. "Come in here and give me those before one of my neighbors figures out what you're doing." She snatched the thong from my hand.

We kissed, we hugged, we kissed some more, and we ground our hips into each other. She looked really nice 'casual'. Finally, we broke apart and she pulled me into the living room.

"Nice house," I said. "I like your decorating. Tasteful. The art is good -- very good. Hey, is this yours. Did you paint these?" I turned and looked at her in front of a painting of a vase and some flowers that really captured the spirit of the bouquet.

Grace looked pleased as she nodded. "It's one of my hobbies. I don't do enough of it to please myself."

"Show me others you've done, please," I asked.

Grace walked me through the downstairs pointing to half-a-dozen beautifully done pieces of art; there were flowers, landscapes, a portrait, several abstracts and a clown. 

"These are really good," I exclaimed to her. 

"You trying to get laid, buddy," she said. "Keep up those compliments and maybe you'll get lucky tonight." She gave me a sly grin. We both knew where the evening would end up.

Grace pulled me back to living room, "I set up some hors d'oeuvres and wine then we're going over to the country club for dinner. They have a pub there that'll accept 'casual'. We just have to behave ourselves during dinner. I think I'll have a surprise for you later too." She looked really pleased with herself and it was clear that she didn't want to tell me what she'd cooked up at this point so I let it slide.

She poured us both glasses of wine and we talked about work for a little while then I broached the subject of our relationship and my other friends.

"Grace, about last night. Well, I'd told you I'm in a couple of other relationships back in New York -- one's pretty serious I think." I talked more about where I hoped the relationship with Emily would go rather than where we'd left it Sunday night. "I just wanted ... well, I'm not sure what I want. I want to ... "

Grace interrupted me. "I know. Relax. I'm not seeking a romantic relationship. Well, that's not quite true. I am but I'm pretty unconventional. I don't care about your other relationships; I'd actually prefer to share you. I wish you well with your love life and I'll actually help you in them it I can. What I hope is that we can just spend some of our free time together when you're here. I know it's fleeting and temporary and all. I'm a 'no strings' person. I like you because you have other girl friends and love interests. It makes you more appealing."

"And that's really OK with you?" I asked.

"I feel very affectionate towards you - very. And, as you no doubt noticed last night, you turn me on -- big time. I don't think I've cum so many times, even in a week -- maybe even in a month -- oh hell, probably in a year. You really cranked me up. I hope you'll do it again -- real soon." She gave me that sly grin again.

I smiled back at her to show I was more than willing to meet her sexual needs. I told her, "Well, after last night you know I feel pretty affectionate about you too." I paused and added, "As well as a few other sorts of nasty emotions too." I leaned in a kissed her ear lobe.

"Now, now!" she pushed me away gently. "We have to eat."

"Can I eat you?" I asked straight-faced.

"Later," she said as she handed me my unfinished wine and changed the subject.

*****

The Blue Hills Country Club was, well, very clubby. The walls were plastered with golf memorabilia from past years including autographed pictures of some of the golf greats. I even recognized some of the names. It turned out that Grace had a twelve handicap; she explained to me that that was pretty good, especially for a woman. She promised to take me golfing some day.

We had a comfortable dinner in the club's "Nineteenth Hole". I speculated that every golf club in the world had a 'Nineteenth Hole' lounge. We had modest dinners. 

As we were finishing dinner a pretty black-haired woman in golfing togs came up to table and joined us. Grace introduced Kim Fielding to me and vice versa. Kim was about five-foot-two inches tall, trim, and in her mid thirties. She was self confident, poised and did I mention stacked. Grace was probably a 34B, but Kim was about a 36D and on a small frame. The word 'succulent' kept running through my head. I watched the two of them converse and tried to keep my tongue from lolling out of the side of my mouth. Two drop-dead gorgeous women and here I was sitting with them.

After not too long the two of them excused themselves from the table and headed off to the ladies room. I nursed the last of my beer. Grace returned alone and I let her settle the bill and left to drive the few block back to her house. 

As we drifted into the house, Grace flowed into my arms and kissed me passionately. She whispered one word to me, "Now!" I knew what she meant. She led the way to the stairs and subsequently up to her bedroom. She'd planned ahead. The bed was turned down and the lights were low, there were even a couple of candles going on the dresser and bedside tables. 

Grace and I stood in front of each other and slowly unbuttoned and then helped each other off with our clothing. When we were nude we simple stood and admired each other's bodies before we shifted our focus to the bed. Things felt a little more relaxed compared to the night before.

I moved Grace to her back and then lowered my mouth to her breasts and pussy and everything in between. I worked to improve my skills at cunnilingus and this was no exception. I moved carefully, trying to maximize the pleasure she was getting from our mouth-pussy connection. Soon I was reward with her first climax of the night. Grace moaned and arched as the pleasure swept through her body. 

"Now your turn," she said in a husky voice as she floated down from her high. "Lie back."

She reached into the bedside table and pulled out a paisley scarf. "Here, blindfold yourself. It'll heighten the pleasure when you can't see it coming." I allowed her to blindfold me then I settled back on the bed. "Hold your hands under you," she told me.

Her hands ran over my body then I felt her move and one of her breasts dropped into my mouth. I made love to her breast and nipple. She shifted and then I had the other breast. Then I felt her lean slightly and her hand was around my cock, slowly masturbating me. Grace moved around the bed a little. She whispered, "Stick your tongue out." I did and was rewarded to find her pussy directly over my searching mouth. She lowered her lovely pussy onto my face and I lapped at her juices. She pressed harder into my tongue.

Then I felt a mouth around my cock. I thought for a second it was Grace, but I could tell she wasn't leaning. My heart quickened. I spoke, "Grace? What's going on?"

"Hush now. Just enjoy the moment," she said softly.

The mouth at my cock lapped up one side and down the other, then dove down my cock all the way until lips and nose were against my pubes. I almost exploded. I felt a tongue come out and lap the soft skin where my rigid cock connected with my scrotum. I muttered, "Oh shit. If you do much more of that I'll cum."

My hands were free and I'd only committed to the blindfold, not to avoid touching. I ran my hands up Grace's body as she gyrated over my face. Then I reached down and felt a feminine head moving around my cock. I stroked my mystery woman.

Then my brain made a connection. "Kim?" I asked. 

The mouth came up off my rigid pole; "Oh yes, you ARE a smart one, aren't you? Good guess and right the first time. For that you get to cum deep in my pussy. Of course, that was second prize too." The mouth slithered back down my cock. 

Grace orgasmed thanks to both my careful ministrations to her clit and three fingers I had awkwardly jammed into her cunt as well as her heightened state of arousal. She clenched her legs together around my head. For a brief second I wondered if she squeezed hard enough would my head explode. I hoped it would happen simultaneously with an orgasm so I'd go out swinging. I briefly tried to think of what the obituary headline would be, but couldn't fit head, pussy and explosion into a compact sentence given my current state of mind.

Grace moved off of my mouth and came down beside Kim and me. I was still blindfolded. "Grace," I asked, "Can I take the blindfold off? I really want to see you and Kim. This is too erotic to miss." I felt Grace's fingers tugging at the knots she'd put in the scarf a few moments earlier. 

I looked around the bed as the scarf fell away. Grace's tight body was sprawled next to me in its beautiful splendor. More important to me at the moment was to see Kim. She was nestled half on and half off the bed still lapping and sucking on my cock. I could see one of her full breasts as it flowed over her arm. The areola was almost the size of my palm, a real turn-on for me. Kim made eye contact with me but didn't stop her blowjob.

"If you keep that up you'll get a mouth full of cum," I said to Kim again. She nodded. I added, "And then I'll roll over and go to sleep." Still with her mouth on my cock, she shook her head 'no' to indicate, I guess, that they wouldn't let me sleep at all.

Grace whispered to me, "Kim is a VERY good friend as you can see. We tell each other EVERYTHING. I decided that I want to share you -- if you're willing ... and you seem to be. Now fuck her. Bring her some of your wonderful orgasms."

I nodded and turned to Kim, "Come up here. Trade places with me." She took one last long suck and deep throated me then pulled my cock from her throat and knee-walked up the bed until she could recline beside me. I shifted out of the bed and onto the floor. The bed was just the right height so that if I pulled her legs across my shoulders my tongue was buried in her cunt.

As I started my tongue lashing, Kim moaned. "Oh, fuck. David, you come highly recommended. I haven't had an experience like this in a very long time -- in fact never with someone I just met. Oooooooh. And, I just want to go on record I've never had a threesome. And ... Oooooooh fuck. I'm gonna cum!" 

Kim's orgasm was delightful and juicy. One second her pussy area was almost dry except for the wetness I was adding as I licked, and the next it was flooded with the delicious pungent nectar from deep within her vagina. I continued to lap the juices and her pussy.

I pulled back slightly and looked at Grace who was gently stroking her slit as she watched us. I said, "Grace, come and try this -- if you haven't already. Kim is delicious." Grace looked a little intimidated by the idea but she scooted down the bed onto the floor and joined me. I moved aside so she could tongue her friend's pussy. She started tentatively then got into it as she decided Kim's fluids tasted good.

I moved up the bed beside Kim, leaving Grace to bring her to another climax. I moved in and took one of her large mammalaries in my mouth, licking and sucking until the breast tightened and the nipple was on high alert. I repeated the process on her other breast. Kim was running her fingers through my hair and talking to the two of us -- dirty talk ... sex talk.

"Oh God. Grace, eat me. Oh that feels so good. Why haven't we been doing this all the time we've known each other? Oh, right there! THERE! Use your fingers too; that's it. THERE! Just to my left. Use your tongue. Oh. Ooooooh. Ooooooooooooh. I'm cuming!"

As Kim came, I bit down on one of her nipples, hard but not to endanger. A shot of adrenalin apparently shot through her body. She screamed, grabbed my head and jerked me into her body as the climax Grace had caused rippled through her body. Grace looked up with a pleased look on her face. Her face was covered in girl juice. I was nearly smothered between Kim's globes.

Kim released her grip on me slowly as her climax passed. I moved up and kissed her, using my tongue a lot around her face, neck and ears. She was like a kitten and leaned into each move I made -- a sex kitten. She was actually purring at one point.

Grace tapped on my hip and I looked down at her. She gestured with one hand that I should put something into Kim's pussy. I was ready. All the beautiful naked bodies around had resulted in no diminishment in my hardness even though I had been putting my focus outside myself. I moved over Kim's legs and rubbed my cock across her slit. We looked at each other as I rubbed the accumulated juices onto my rod. 

Kim looked at me; "Please!" she said. I gently pushed into her, trying to maximize my penetration on the first stroke. 

She reared back, raising her hips into me; "Oh fuck," she exclaimed as my cock bottomed out in her pussy. "Oh. Oh. Oooooh, you are ... you are very fulfilling." She relaxed a little and I started slow, steady strokes into her body. Often I would reach in and stroke her breasts. 

I turned to Grace who has moved to sit beside us on the bed and watch our lovemaking; "Grace, her breasts need your attention. A lot of it." Grace shifted and started to stroke and suck on Kim's breasts. The sight of the female-female action made it that much harder to hold back my own orgasm. Kim was squeaking with delight and talking dirty to both Grace and me too, and 'dirty talk' always turns me on.

"Oh I am never going back to having sex with just one person. Two is MUCH better than one. I LOVE having you suck my tits -- oh, my nipples ... oh, that's right. When you bite my nipples I can feel my pussy muscles contract. Dave, can you feel that? (I could and it was going to make me climax in a minute!). Oh, fuck me David. Drive that cock into me. Rub my clit too -- like that -- oh, just like THAT. Oh, wow! WOW! I'm gonna cum again ... real soon ... just ... about ... NOW!"

Kim climaxed. She wrapped her arms around Grace and pulled her into her chest and used her legs to drive me deep into her cunt and hold me there. The spasms of her pussy muscles had been about all I could take a minute before, now I was over the top. Surges of cum raced through my body, leaving a path of pleasure behind, and then they splashed deep inside Kim's nubile body. I think I stopped breathing for a while as my pleasure wave hit; next I knew I was conscious again and trying to be as deep in her as I could be as my pulses of juice finished. I was panting wildly, gradually getting enough air to sustain life. Kim seemed to be in a similar state.

"THAT was the best fuck of my life," Kim finally said in a loud voice through her panting. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Just stay right where you are for another few minutes while I enjoy the feeling of our coupling. Oh, this is really special." I leaned forward and smoothed both Grace and Kim, leaving my still erect rod deep in Kim's vagina. I could still feel little spasms race through her cuntal muscles and I found them exciting to experience.

Grace moved up and kissed Kim. She said, "You know I've never kissed a woman before -- like this, I mean -- with a sense of love, passion, sex, desire. This is nice."

Kim kissed her back and said, "I did in college, but that was a long time ago. I was in my experimental stage. I thought I'd outgrown it, but I'm glad I haven't. They kissed again and I could see their tongues start to move into each other's mouths. As they expressed their caring for each other, I could see their hands start to move and caress various body parts. It was very erotic.

When I was sure the afterglow had fully passed for Kim, I pulled out and snuggled in behind Grace. She waggled her lovely butt into my crotch to show her appreciation but didn't break the lip-lock she had with Kim. She did reach back and take hold of my partially deflated penis and start to stroke and fondle it. 




Decisions Ch. 02



After a while Grace rotated her body so she was facing me. Kim spooned in behind her and had her hands on Grace's breasts. Grace and I kissed a lot; I could taste Kim on her lips -- a nice flavor. Suddenly I felt a mouth surround my cock again; Kim had moved down and was trying to revive my love stick.

"I love the way 'we' taste on 'you'," she said midway through her efforts. I want more of this later after it's been in Grace again. She kept working and it wasn't too long before I was ready again. This whole threesome scene was boggling my mind and exciting my libido in entirely new ways.

When she judged me ready, Kim signaled to me that I should insert my cock into Grace's pussy. I mounted Grace and Kim moved up beside us so she could lick and suck on Grace's taut breasts. 

I drove hard into Grace. Kim watched us for a while but had a commentary on how great we looked fucking beside her. I could feel her hands on my buttocks from time to time as she urged me to dump my load into Grace. Grace wasn't exactly quiet either; she often was telling Kim how great my cock felt pistoning in and out of her body and how she wanted a full load of cum from me.

All this talk, skin, fucking, feeling, and the sight of four full breasts vibrating to my strokes, brought me right up to a climax again. I warned Grace and she locked her legs behind me to be sure I knew she wanted me deep in her. A few seconds later I blasted a load of cum into Grace. She accepted with great passion, having synched her orgasm to mine.

I collapsed onto Grace's body. Kim was right there smoothing the two of us as we came from our pleasure stage into the afterglow stage. We were all kissing and fondling each other. I speculated that I'd died somewhere along the line and gone to heaven. 

We had a few kinky moments when each of us took turns going down on the other two, lapping up the combinations of cum and juices that we'd smeared into our bodies. I was a lost cause but both women had a couple of more orgasms. Finally, everyone declared they were sated for a few hours and the three of us slept together in Grace's king size bed. 

To be continued...



Decisions Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Emily and I "Get Serious" and Complications Grow

Friday, I caught the American Airlines flight for LaGuardia but had to change plans in Chicago. Every airport was a mob scene and I wondered about my sanity as well as that of the thousands of people I saw doing what I was doing. When the flight was taxiing into the terminal at LGA I tried to call Emily but all I got was her answering service. I left a brief message that I was back in the City and I'd call her later or she could call my cell; I left the number.

I was just coming through airport security when I saw Emily scanning the arriving passengers. She saw me and lit up like a Christmas tree. "DAVID," she screamed and started to run to me. I think everyone was turning to look at me but by then she was wrapped around me and kissing me wildly. I swung her around.

"What are you doing here? You are a delight."

"Well, I figured out which flight you should be on and I have a surprise I hope you'll like," Emily said enthusiastically. She added, "I mean besides me being here. I'm so glad I found you. I was afraid you might have taken another flight. I've got to get my cell phone fixed."

Emily led me out of the building to short-term parking. She explained, "I have a car for the weekend and we're going to take a little trip. Hopefully we'll get to where we're going before the sun goes down;" she glanced up at the evening sky.

I told her, "I'm yours for the weekend. I don't have to go back to Kansas City until Tuesday morning."

We tossed my bags in the back of her rental car. I saw she had a suitcase there too. I'd already figured we were going someplace other than the City and now I was sure of it.

Emily wheeled out of the airport making smooth changes from one parkway to another and then we were headed east on the Long Island Expressway. Fortunately traffic wasn't too bad. She turned off about twenty miles later and drove through Oyster Bay and then that town was behind us and we were headed for Bayville. Emily stopped at one point and we picked up a few groceries, a jug of wine, and some Italian sub sandwiches. I'd been here once before but never gone further than Bayville.

Emily passed through some large stone gates on Center Island Road. The homes that we could see were suddenly palatial. She said to me, "Look for Harbor Drive. It'll be on the right." A few minutes later we both saw the sign at the same time. She turned in the tree-lined street and drove a short distance to the end. She then pulled into the driveway of a beautiful two-story house with a hip roof. She parked in front and announced enthusiastically, "We're here!"

"I'm impressed, but where's here?" I asked. 

"We're house sitting for the weekend. Well, actually we're mooching. This house belongs to a friend's parents and they're in Europe for a month. When I told her about you -- us, she offered us the place for the weekend -- she's off with her guy for the weekend somewhere else. I've never been here either yet I already love it. Can't you imagine living out here?" I nodded appreciating the implication that "living here" implied our being together -- for a long time in the future.

We got out of the car and Emily produced a set of keys and opened the front door to the lavish but tastefully decorated home. The interior of the house opened to a large deck at the back of the house that faced west. The sun had set but the clouds surrounding the sunset were bright and orangey with streaks of gray. We both gravitated through the house and into the backyard; we walked down to the water's edge. We kicked our shoes off and waded into the waters of Long Island Sound. I wrapped my arms around Emily and we just stood nuzzling one another in the knee deep water. My heart was beating fast again; I was in love.

As darkness overtook us we unloaded the car and learned about the rest of the house. We ended up eating our informal dinner on the back deck. I was amazed at how few insects there were. Emily sat right next to me; she said she had to have part of her touching me to be happy. I was happy with that too. Eventually, I put my arm around her and pulled her too me as the last light faded completely from the sky.

"Make love to me now," Emily said. "Out here. Here on the deck." She pulled me over to a chaise just barely large enough for the two of us, shedding her clothing along the way. I liked that idea and lost the rest of my clothes too. The two of us cuddled into one another, showering kisses on each other. Then there was a lot of tongue action and mouth action. Emily hardened me up, her sexy body dimly illuminated from a few lights deep in the house. Then I brought Emily into the game with a long cunnilingus session that she appeared to relish as she got on the step of having orgasm after orgasm.

We finally coupled, Emily mounting my prone form and skewering herself on my rigid pole until there was no further joining that we could think to do. We became as one for a few minutes. We rotated together for a long time, approaching heaven's doorway then backing away. Actually, Emily came a couple of more times as she helped me hold off. Then we mutually decided to end this round of our lovemaking and I blasted my cum into her body as she experienced her pleasure seizure over me.

Emily collapsed atop me, her generous breasts brushing her rigid nipples into my chest. The air had a chill to that fueled their erectness. I used my hands to stroke her as she rose and kissed me some more. We just couldn't get enough of each other.

Eventually we gathered our clothes and went inside, turning off the lights and locking the doors, as we migrated to the guest room Emily had chosen for us. We made love again then slipped into slumber land locked together.

*****

Emily and I made love first thing the next morning. There was a lot of staring into each other faces searching for feelings, emotions and words that made us grow ever closer to one another. 

The house had a swimming pool and we found the water temperature bracing but acceptable, so we went skinny-dipping. As we swam we often just held each other as we treaded water and held each other, usually kissing or cooing at each other. Emily's body was so easy on the eyes that I often had a hard time looking her in the face; instead in my perpetual state of horniness I confessed that she just kept turning me on and cranking me up higher and higher up the sexually aroused scale. Emily said, "Good," and massaged my semi-flaccid penis some more.

We got out, dried off and Emily resisted my advance to make love again on the outdoor chaise. "We've got things to do and places to go," she said. We dressed and drove into Bayville where we found a shore side restaurant where we could have brunch. We sat and talked ... and talked. 

"What's your philosophy about marriage?" she asked. If any other woman had asked me that question I would have run as fast as I could in the opposite direction; coming from Emily I only hoped my response to her question was adequate.

I started, "Well, I'm waiting for the right woman to come along -- if she hasn't already;" I looked deep into Emily's eyes and held her hands across the table with my own. I went on, "I want kids too but I don't want a dependent wife. I want a relationship -- a deep one -- with an equal not a subservient 'little woman.' 

"I think two people who are really in love should be committed to each other's growth and development, even in areas they're not interested in. Members of the relationship should have the flexibility to expand themselves as they see fit. I don't want someone dependent on me for all their needs; I couldn't do it and they'd tire of it in any case. A couple should be two independent, unique beings that share themselves rather than give themselves to each other. And they'll keep other friends and develop new ones together and independently."

I went on, "There are a lot of 'standard' roles people try to fit around a marriage -- husband, father, lover, wife, mother, harlot, mistress, companion, friend, cook, housekeeper, babysitter, playmate, provider, supporter, and ..." I took a deep breath, "I can't think of any more right this second. But, I think they're all rubbish and I want to start all over again with whomever I marry. I don't want us to have fixed roles. How depressing to adopt a role and then try to fill it for the next twenty or forty or sixty years."

Emily was nodding encouragingly and smiling at me, yet with a thoughtful expression on her face. Finally, she said, "You've thought so much more about this than I have. I just sort of accepted that you moved from the excitement of courtship into a marriage. I guess I never thought about what it was like once you get there."

I ventured, "I have, in part I guess because I watched my older sister marry, have kids and then divorce. She tried to fill most the roles I mentioned and then figured out that she couldn't fill them to her husband's satisfaction. Bummer! He was doing the same thing. It was a house of cards. There was no flexibility in their marriage. It was rigid. More than that it wasn't based on trust or sharing or even a lot of communication. It was based on trying to be good performers in the roles they had fixed in their minds. Her husband eventually had an affair and the house of cards tumbled down -- no flexibility, no discussion about why, no self examination, no growth from the experience, just isolation, jealousy and then divorce."

Emily leaned forward and asked, "Where do you start with something like all this? What would you do differently?"

"Well, the people in the relationship both need a strong sense of self. How can you give of yourself to another if you don't know who you are? Then I think there has to be an open dialogue about expectations -- not to lock them in but to be sure everyone is on the same page from day to day. I mentioned flexibility and communications. I can't over emphasize the equality and independent identity each must maintain. Then there's the sense of love without jealousy and the sharing of peak experiences -- or just experiences with each other. To me THAT's what marriage is all about."

I added, "Just to emphasize, marriage is NOT about fixed roles, a static changeless framework, a closed sense of smothering togetherness, avoiding change, unequal status, conditional love, jealousy or possession of each other." At that I took a deep breath and said, "WHEW! Probably more about marriage and relationships and philosophy than you wanted to know."

"Oh no," Emily said promptly, "Exactly what I wanted to know." She came around the table and kissed me. Several other patrons looked at us with smiles as she did this. I hugged her. She went back and sat down.

"What about you?" I asked. "Did any of what I said put you off? I haven't asked, but I'd sure like to think of us as a couple beyond a couple that's had a couple of fantastic and sexy weekends together."

"Oh, David," Emily said as she grasped my hands tighter in hers across the table. "Oh, yes! We're a couple. I'm your girlfriend. You're my boyfriend." She had a tear in the corner of her eyes. 

"Well," I stated, "it's probably easier to talk about all this stuff than to live it. The true test is in the doing." I paused and said, "Come, let's take a walk along the beach."

After our walk we drove around the area and looked at the stately mansions. This was a 'high net worth' area of the world. I guessed that some of the homes cost in the vicinity of $20 million to build. The more modest home we were staying in probably would be in the $4 million range. 

In mid afternoon we went back to 'house sit.' Since the entire yard was protected except from the large bay the home looked out on, we went skinny-dipping again. Eventually I sat Emily on a towel at the edge of the pool towards the shallow end and ate her pussy for a long time. She just put her arms behind her to hold herself partially erect, put her face up towards the sun with her eyes closed, and let little waves of orgasmic joy sweep through her over and over again. I think I brought her to a dozen small climaxes over the next hour. 

Not that I tired of cunnilingus nor her occasional jets of girl juice onto my face, but I finally just wanted to be 'in' her. I rose up out of the water and together we stroked my cock to some state of quasi-readiness. Emily was dripping juices from her beautiful cunt so I slipped right into her on my first try. We held each other as I stroked into her body, getting harder and harder with each stroke. 

We came together, Emily emitting another shot of her cum into where we were joined. It was an unusual cum for me in that it lasted a lot longer than usual. Instead of a wash of pleasure that was over in thirty second, my joy seemed to last for several minutes in an almost undulating sweep of orgasm that became more and more intense even though my jets of cum had long since stopped shooting from my cock into her pussy.

Emily slipped into the water with me and still joined together we floated towards the slightly deeper water. "Oh my God, you are so wonderful," she told me as she kissed me. "Each time we make love, you take me higher and higher or to a new place I never knew existed."

"Me too, Emily," I looked deep into her eyes. "You know I'm falling in love with you don't you?" I asked softly.

She nodded and said, "Me too. I love you." We kissed tenderly and held each other as we floated in our little heaven.

*****

Monday morning as the elevator door opened on my floor I realized that I hadn't seen Pam for an entire week. I hadn't even talked with her. I'd had a brief and provocative e-mail exchange with her, more the type of thing to remind us that we were each alive although as was usual with Pam it was fraught with sexual overtones.

Pam saw me and gave a little squeal of delight; "Oh good you're here. I need you down the hall right now!"

I knew that meant she wanted a quickie in the utility room off the stationery supply room. Somehow I thought I should avoid such a liaison given my new 'boyfriend-girlfriend' status with Emily. I had been thinking on and off all weekend how I would tell her about Emily or how to change our status. I was at a loss except for bluntness.

Pam set my briefcase beside my desk and started to lead me back out of my office. I balked and said, "Wait, Pam. Things have changed over the past week or two." 

She looked at me expectantly then as what I might be saying took root, her brow furrowed. "What's changed?" she asked in a tone of voice that was just shy of confrontational.

"Well, eeerrrr," I stammered, "I met someone interesting. I'm ... we're ... well ... it might be ... serious." I looked at Pam for understanding. There was understanding there all right, but not the kind I was hoping for. 

I watched the color rise in her face. She'd been holding onto my left hand and she suddenly dropped it, looking with almost disgust and the fact she had touched me.

She started, "And I'm ... I'm ... just ... something you ... you don't care about!"

"No Pam, I do care about you. I even tried to get more serious with you a few months ago but, ... well ... you ... you rebuffed me. You said you didn't want things to change from our ... our casual status."

Pam had a huge sob then said, "Well I was wrong you shit. I do care about you and now you've fucked it all up with someone else." With that she broke into tears and ran from my office towards the ladies room.

I suddenly felt like shit. I didn't know that Pam had any feelings about me other than as a 'fuck buddy.' Was I that insensitive that I'd missed the signals she was sending? I took my suitcase into my office and tossed it in a corner then opened my laptop and sat at my desk and stared at my computer screen thinking of what I could do to rectify the situation with Pam. I certainly didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize my relationship with Emily.

Then my thoughts ran to Grace and Kim in Kansas City. Somehow I'd have to figure out how to return that situation to a purely professional one without jeopardizing the great bit of sales work I'd done there a week or so before. The two women were unbelievably horny and I felt my penis stir in my pants just thinking of the erotic threesomes we'd had for two nights the week before. 

Finally, my boss came in and congratulated me face to face about selling the largest job in the company's history. A flow of other people started to arrive too, some asking to be on one of the projects. By mid-morning I had a list of great names of potential project participants and was outlining the projects and staff. I still hadn't seen Pam again since she went running off.

Finally I had an idea I thought might help Pam. I called a nearby florist and had a bouquet of flowers rushed to the office with a card that said, "Can't we be friends?" Just before lunch I saw Pam return to her desk in the open area outside my office; she was carrying the flowers. I watched as she opened the card and read it. I was looking hopefully from my office door.

Pam re-read the card then looked at me. She yelled at me, almost at the top of her voice, "NO!" and stomped off down the hall towards the ladies room again.

An hour went by and I didn't see Pam and the flowers just sat on her desk, unloved and unattended to. I didn't know what to do.

I met with my boss and outlined the projects, my fee and expense estimates, and my initial staffing plans. He made some good suggestions and I was back finishing my tweaks when I looked up and saw Emily being escorted to my office by one of the receptionists. My mouth dropped open. Behind her I saw Pam standing about thirty feet away staring daggers at the Emily.

I smiled at Emily and went to greet her with a sweet buss to her cheek. I whispered something to her that I didn't dare do anything more right at the moment. I guess she understood.

Emily said, "I know you're leaving for the airport soon. I just thought if you were here I could see where you worked. I had to walk right past your building and it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Plus, I've always known that Russ worked here too."

I showed her my office and my nice mid-town, lower floor view of the City teeming below us in mid-town Manhattan. We stood at the door to my office and I introduced her to a couple of the consultants and staff that worked in cubicle-ville just outside my office door. Senior consultants got offices, increasingly towards the corners of the building as you approached partnership. Corner offices went to partners.

Then my entire sense of well being disappeared. Pam was walking towards Emily and me with a determined step. I girded myself for what would happen next. 

Pam walked up and introduced herself aggressively to Emily, "Hi, I'm Pam." Nothing further was offered in the way of Pam.

I politely explained, "Emily, Pam. Pam, Emily. Pam is my project assistant -- a person I would have trouble living without." I'd tossed the last comment in, hoping I would calm the waters with her a little.

Pam looked at me for a second in disbelief then said to Emily, "Nice to meet you. She turned and almost ran towards the ladies room again. I think she was starting to cry again. Emily watched her depart with a neutral expression on her face.

Emily finally turned to me and asked, "What time do you have to leave?"

I jarred my thinking from the potentially embarrassing situation that had almost happened and back to what Emily was asking. "I'm here another hour then it's off to LaGuardia." 

She smiled at me, "I'll miss you -- a lot!" She squeezed my hand. We chatted some more and I told her about the job in Kansas City more than I already had. Finally, she thought she should leave and get back to her work.




Decisions Ch. 03



Riley grabbed the bars of the headboard and arched his body into the touch. It was so dark. He didn't know if the darkness was because it was night, or if he wore a blindfold. In the midst of overwhelming pleasure, he found he couldn't bring himself to care.

Other than the mouth on the bare flesh of his chest, teasing his aching nipples, there was no touch to his body. Had he given in to a male or female lover? His mind wouldn't concentrate enough to allow him to either remember or find out. A bite, just hard enough, made him arch up again, whimpering at the delicious sensation that burned through him.

Finally, a hand stroked at his hip. How he wanted to see whom that hand belonged to! Its touch didn't help with identification, as it seemed to be covered by a glove of softest silk. Riley tried to twist, to bring his throbbing hardness into the touch, but the anonymous hand held him in place. The pressure of the torturing hand didn't feel very strong and he didn't understand his inability to move.

"Please, touch me! Please! I need...you have to..."

Riley didn't know how much more he could stand. His entire body cried out for satisfaction, sweat dripped from every pore under the cruel torture. The most wonderfully cruel torture that increased as the mouth wandered down his chest towards his navel. Muscles clenched and quivered, anticipating each caress, desperate for more.

He couldn't feel anything but smoothness where the chin made contact with his skin, so he determined his lover was female. The span of the fingers around his hip was wide, indicating the breadth of a man. Confusion reigned until Riley decided he didn't care if the anonymous figure was man or woman, or even one of each. All he wanted was for them – for one of them? – to help him find his release.

The low groan when the roving tongue encountered the pool of pre-cum on his stomach finally answered the question of gender. The person touching and arousing him to previously unknown levels was definitely a man. A man Riley admitted was quite knowledgeable in the art of making love.

Having that confirmation had an unexpected effect on Riley. All his pleasure receptors seemed to freeze up, one by one. It came about gradually, unnoticed by his partner until that one hand left his hip and moved around to his ass. As soon as the fingers began to dip into his crease, Riley launched himself to the side, rolling away with a shout of fear.

The impact with the floor brought Riley awake and he lay there for a moment, blinking in confusion. What the hell?  It was only a dream. He waited for a moment, lungs laboring to draw breath and skin tingling with arousal, before reaching up for the clock. Damn, he'd only slept for an hour. He remembered now coming home from the meeting with Jacob, and seeing Sara kissing Derek on the street, and falling straight into bed. Cursing and wincing at the slight pain from hitting the floor with his elbow and hip, Riley decided to get a start on opening a file for the Baxter investigation. 

He plugged in his earphones and booted up the laptop, settling in at the desk in the living room to begin one of the lists he lived by when working. In spite of the realism of the dream, Riley refused to dwell on it and on what it might mean. It meant nothing. Dreams didn't always have to have some deep meaning that needed to be investigated and analyzed, he reassured himself. They simply were, even if they left him achingly hard in spite of the less than arousing ending.

******

Sara Ward slid into the apartment later that Saturday afternoon and looked around. Riley was sitting at the desk in the living room, headphones on as he listened to music while working. She sighed and walked over to him, gently laying a hand on his shoulder to announce her presence.

He darted a quick look in her direction before saving his work and pulling off the headphones. "Hey, I wasn't expecting you."

"I'm so sorry about earlier, Ry. If I'd known you were going to be there, I would never..."

"It's all right. I should have known that kind of deception wouldn't work for long. It was nice of Derek to go along with it at all."

Sara went to start fixing their dinner and Riley followed her. They'd been rooming together since he started working for her father's agency and they quickly became fast friends. He tried, in the beginning, to keep his distance, but she was very nice and he soon found himself confiding in her.

If there was one thing about Sara, it was that she didn't pull her punches. She told him straight out that he acted like an emotional girl towards Blue. She agreed that Blue hadn't used the best judgment, but he hadn't deserved the way Riley treated him. Her favorite word was 'communicate'. There weren't many problems or disagreements that couldn't be solved by both parties being willing to talk them through.

Riley was actually surprised when Sara agreed to pretend to be his fiancée when he called her after seeing Jacob walking along the sidewalk. She promised to meet him there and act the part, and he'd been happy to see her during his conversation with Jacob. When he asked her about it while they drank their coffee, Sara said that it was his decision what to tell others of his sexuality, and only for that she would help him out.

"What were you meeting with him again for, anyway?" She placed a plate of Irish Stew in front of him and poured out some wine.

"He's the lawyer from Foster, Delaney and Foster I have to work with," he muttered, still having trouble believing his luck. "I lost my temper with him when he said that a private investigator should be '...big and bulky. It can be a dangerous job and a person has to be able to handle himself in any kind of risky situation that might come up'. I almost walked out, but decided against it and things weren't too bad afterwards."

"He said that, did he? I wonder what his reaction would've been if I'd been assigned that case!"

The two of them laughed as they imagined it and dug into their meal. It was their custom not to talk about anything work-related while eating, so they discussed recent movies and where to go out that night. Riley spared a private thought for the work he needed to get done, but decided he would make more progress on most of it if he started fresh Monday morning.

His thoughts turned to Jacob while he dealt with the dishes. He remembered how his breath caught in his chest when he realized Jacob was about to kiss him. If the man had kept quiet, Riley was certain that he would have returned the kiss without a second thought. Thankfully for him, Jacob had to say he was beautiful. It was like a splash of cold water to know his looks alone had attracted Jacob. When would he learn?

It wasn't until later that Riley realized he was just as guilty of going by appearances as Jacob was. Well, maybe not precisely appearances, but Riley certainly hadn't given a thought to Jacob's motives when he'd moved close. No, all he'd thought about was the way Jacob's eyes were drawing nearer, revealing that they weren't quite brown at all, but a mixture of brown and gold. His thoughts were consumed by the image of broad shoulders and long-fingered hands.

After the incident with Hunter, Riley had gone to see a therapist, just as he told Jacob. He wanted help to find a way to make sense of what went wrong. Was there some way to ensure he could connect with a person, without being afraid? Were there signs he could look for to keep his heart safe? In that respect, the therapist, Janet Montgomery, hadn't helped very much. Instead, she wanted to focus on his self-image.

She asked him why he wore the green silk shirt for his appointment that day. Her question baffled him as he looked down and considered. Riley wasn't sure what she wanted to hear, but told her he liked the shirt, had many green shirts because people told him it was his best color. That particular shirt was his favorite and he wore it often.

When Janet pointed out that he took care of his appearance, choosing a color people complimented him on, he simply stared at her. Riley understood what she was trying to say, but it wasn't the same. Yes, he wanted to look good, but that shouldn't be the only consideration when someone wanted to get to know him better. There should be at least some interest in the person behind the clothes, he insisted. She countered that interest had to start somewhere. Many times clothes sparked interest when you saw someone across the room. Other times, when you had time to sit and talk to someone, their opinions and sense of humor could capture attention. It all depended on the situation.

Riley wasn't sure what to make of all that. He pretended to accept what the woman said but he'd simply shunted it off to the back of his mind. From time to time, Riley found himself thinking over her words. He understood up to a point, he really did. Sometimes, however, the first impression people got wasn't changed with prolonged exposure. Just like Hunter.

Hunter had talked with him, asked his opinions and supposedly valued what Riley had to say. Riley believed Hunter took him seriously. In the end, it was a lie, a pretense used to lure Riley into a relationship that benefitted them both in very different ways. For Riley it was love; for Hunter it was convenience.

Enough deep thoughts about things you can't change, Riley told himself. It was still early, but he went to his room to pick out clothes for going out later that evening. He passed over his many green shirts and sweaters and chose a rather ugly brown shirt, with pink snaps up the front, given to him by his grandmother a few years earlier. There, nobody could say he was putting himself in the best light. It wouldn't be easy to explain to Sara why he was wearing the damned thing, but it was something he needed to do. 

******

Riley frowned and went over his notes and files while waiting for Jacob to join him for their Tuesday meeting. He deliberately got to the coffee shop early, needing this time to organize his thoughts and have a little something to eat.

Nothing about the case made sense. Every time he thought he might be making some progress, something new came up to confuse the issue. He wondered if maybe he was doing something wrong. This kind of thing had never happened to him while investigating someone. Another glance at the papers and computer screen in front of him convinced him that he did everything right but the results weren't what anyone might expect.

Riley looked up when the door opened and immediately he stared at the sight of Jacob in a suit. He'd obviously just come from the office and the tailored cut of the black pinstripe almost made Riley drool. Damn the man looked fine! Realizing that he was being taken in by appearance, Riley forced his eyes back onto the screen in front of him to save the file. Everything he needed to share was printed onto paper, and he didn't need his laptop out during the meeting. 

"Riley, it's good to...to see you." Riley hid a grin at the way Jacob had to force himself to continue. He knew that his oversized red shirt with a ripped black tee underneath wasn't the most fetching outfit he could have worn. "I'll get myself a coffee before joining you and we can get down to business."

Jacob went off to the counter and Riley spent a pleasant moment imagining the reaction when the man got a look at his stained jeans. He knew he was being childish. They were supposed to be working together on this case, after a fashion, not annoying each other. Still, there was nothing wrong with a little fun. The results of his investigation came back to mind as he prepared Jacob's copy, which brought the frown back to his face.

"Is something wrong?" Jacob looked a bit worried as he took his seat opposite.

"It depends, I suppose, but I'd have to say yes."

They both waited until they were each holding a copy of the file before going on. "Okay, so tell me what you've found, and what you think is wrong."

"I've followed the information Mr. Baxter gave on Mr. MacCready. There are one or two things I'm still waiting on, but what I do have leads me to only one conclusion."

"And that is?"

"Your Mr. MacCready is a ghost."

"I beg your pardon?" Jacob looked over at his companion with raised eyebrows, clearly surprised by the statement. "Are you telling me that Shane MacCready is dead?"

"No, I'm telling you that unless the two inquiries I'm waiting for are different than what I've already found, Shane MacCready doesn't exist. Look at the address, imagine where it is and you'll see part of what I mean. I didn't catch it either until I did an actual search."

It was clear when realization struck. The street in question was not residential. In fact, the small dead-end street only had four warehouses lining it, two on each side, and ended at a high fence separating it from the old train tracks. Not to make any assumptions, Riley drove out for a visit after conducting the search, just to be sure someone hadn't converted one of the warehouses into living quarters.

He went on to point out the other discrepancies to the lawyer, who looked progressively more confused. The telephone number belonged to one of the town's florists, who had never heard of anyone by the name of Shane MacCready. The place of employment existed and they were very helpful, but again, they had no record of anyone by that name ever working for them.

A search of the SSN database brought up information on Shane MacCready, but he was a seventy-year old man who lived in Fort Myers, Florida his entire life as a dentist and painter. That Mr. MacCready definitely couldn't be Baxter's old school chum, since he'd finished up with school long before Baxter was even born.

"So," Jacob commented once they'd gone over all the information. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to think things through a moment. "So, Baxter's been lying to us."

"Not necessarily, no, but it is one possibility. The other possibility is that the man he knows as Shane MacCready lied to him. It would be strange, however, for someone to have a false identity even in college where they're supposed to have met. Not impossible, but unlikely."

"You said you were waiting for answers from some other inquiries. Might I ask what they are?"

"I contacted the college here in Rutherford to request any information on a student named Shane MacCready for a span of 12 years, including the years Baxter attended. I also have a contact at the SSA, who will work with our elderly Mr. MacCready to see if someone else is using his SSN. That might help us out." Riley gathered up his files and thought of something else. "Maybe you could get Baxter to describe MacCready to a sketch artist or something. I can then show the picture at the work address and florist shop, maybe get another name that way."

Jacob nodded and made a note on the file. Riley caught the flickering looks from Jacob's not-quite-brown eyes and knew the man wanted to ask about Sara. What was he going to say? He couldn't admit that they never were together. That would make him look pathetic. If he didn't, though, he probably had to pretend to be heartbroken. Not easy to do, especially since there was a good possibility that Jacob would see them together if they worked on this case for any length of time.

The only logical thing to do was to be truthful and look pathetic. God, he didn't want that. He didn't want to have to explain anything. It would give Jacob power over him, a kind of control he didn't want to give up to anyone. Of course, nothing said Riley had to admit that the deception was only for Jacob. The truth was...the truth was...Riley sighed deeply and finally admitted the truth to himself. The truth was that he was attracted to Jacob and that scared him.

"I wonder if...um, is everything all right with you?" Jacob looked a little uncomfortable as he voiced the question Riley was waiting for. "I mean, after what happened on Friday and all."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Look, Sara isn't my fiancée. We have an understanding to have people think she is my fiancée but the man you saw her with yesterday, Derek, is her real fiancé. He knows about our arrangement and doesn't mind. I find it easier."

"Then that whole thing about being straight now is just something you say?"

"I didn't say that," Riley disagreed. "I'm not interested in pursuing men for any kind of intimate relationship. I also meant what I said, about being happier with Sara. We share an apartment and share our lives, if not in the way I intimated."

He saw the frown on the other man's face and decided to leave anything else unsaid unless specifically asked. What he did with his life was nobody's business but his own. The events of a year ago, not with Blue but with Hunter, meant he could not trust his judgment with men. He'd been so sure that Hunter wanted to get to know him and thought of him as an equal, only to be proven wrong. Dreadfully wrong.

A young woman on the other side of the coffee shop waved at him as his eyes travelled around. He considered for a moment before returning her wave with a small smile. She was pretty, and even if he had no interest in her, he felt it necessary to at least be polite. It surprised him to see a faint blush stain her cheeks as she returned her attention to the book in front of her. The knowledge struck that if he went over and asked her for a date, she would likely say yes. It startled him and he quickly found himself staring down at the papers in front of him.

Oh my God, Riley thought to himself, slightly horrified at the revelation that came to him in that moment. He now knew that he didn't ever want to have to take the lead in a relationship. Asking someone out, doing the actual wooing – if people actually used that term anymore – was too scary a thought. Did that make him, in fact, a twink?

Jacob was watching him with concern, but Riley needed to concentrate on his train of thought and excused himself to go to the counter for a muffin and some coffee. Sara had berated him on believing an old stereotype, as bad as people who believed that all gay men simpered and lisped around, wishing they could dress up in fancy dresses. Yes, some were like that, but certainly not all. Being a twink did not mean a person wasn't intelligent. It had to do mainly with body type than anything else.

He'd learned more about being gay from Sara, who had a gay brother and cousin, than he'd picked up on his own. Looks didn't correspond to intelligence, as he'd always feared, or lack thereof. Personally, Riley believed that many did keep to the older stereotypes but didn't say that to Sara for fear of incurring her wrath.

So, what would Sara say to him about this new revelation? That he was...that he was made to be submissive. Distaste swept over him. Yet, at the same time, there was a slight thrill beneath it. He knew he wasn't submissive in an I'll-go-find-a-leather-clad-Dom kind of way. He was a submissive who desired someone to take care of him. Yet even that didn't completely fit, since he had taken the initiative with Hunter and pushed the issue of sex.

Resolved not to think about it anymore, he searched for something to talk about with Jacob. Only one thing came to mind that didn't have to do with anything personal.

"Can you tell me more about this case you're working on? Maybe some details will make things clearer while I'm involved in this search. I will understand if you can't talk about it, though."

"I don't mind talking to you about it, as long as it isn't here in public. Probably no one would listen in, but I'm not willing to take that chance. We could go to my place or my office. Your place or office would do as well."

Jacob finished off his coffee and watched Riley through his lashes at the same time. Riley didn't seem to know quite what to do, as he examined his fingers and chewed on his lip. "I guess we could go to your office, which is the closest, depending on where you live. At the same time, you can maybe have someone see about a sketch artist to visit Mr. Baxter."




Decisions Ch. 03



They were both silent as they rode in Jacob's car to the offices of Foster, Delaney, and Foster. Each one was lost in individual thoughts that, if they'd only known, were very similar. On Riley's part, he remembered the dream from the previous Friday, except now he imagined his mysterious lover was Jacob. He didn't understand it, but he couldn't help himself. On Jacob's part, he thought of how beautiful Riley was, even in clothes that were old and unflattering. It had to do with more than just his face and form; it was his actions and the way he immersed himself completely in the tasks he set himself.

Once inside the law firm, Jacob showed Riley to his office and excused himself to drop in on David Foster. He wanted to tell Foster about the problems with finding out about Shane MacCready and Riley's suggestion. It was actually a very helpful solution that none of them were likely to have thought of.

The news of the apparent non-existence caused a flurry of cursing from the normally jovial man. None of the three partners ever entertained even the possibility of guilt about Baxter, which was rare. Defense attorneys, always giving their best to their clients, understood that sometimes the people they defended turned out to be guilty. That this one should have projected only innocence, and might well not be innocent, bothered Foster.

"I'll have someone meet with Baxter and draw up a sketch. If he is playing us, it will change our whole strategy. Let's wait until all the information is in, one way or another, before saying anything to him. Maybe there's a logical explanation. I'd hate to think that after so many years, my instincts could be so wrong."

"As Mr. Scott pointed out, there is the possibility, no matter how small, that this so-called MacCready is the one who lied and not Baxter."

"Be that as it may, let's wait until we're sure." Foster ran a hand through his short silver hair. "Keep on working with Scott on this. Jack Ward says he's a relatively new addition to his agency but very talented. It won't be easy to change our entire defense if it turns out there is no MacCready."

Jacob nodded and went to leave the office. "If MacCready did deceive Baxter, however, it will certainly help us out."

Twice on the way back to his own office, he was stopped to answer questions on other cases. His secretary needed his signature on his time sheet for billing purposes and one of the paralegals needed clarification on documents needed from the law library. Jacob found himself anxious to be back with Riley, as though the longer he was away the greater the possibility he would find the other gone.

Once he reached his office door, however, his steps faltered. He wanted so much to drag Riley out and to a restaurant, and perhaps to a club afterwards. Some music and some dancing, swaying together to some soft, throbbing music, as alcohol coursed through their blood to lower inhibitions and raise their libido. It would be perfect. It would likely turn into a disaster. If there was one thing Jacob was certain about, it was that Riley wasn't ready or willing to jump into any kind of relationship with anyone, let alone a man.

Jacob felt the breath leave his body and his palms break out into a sweat. Relationship? What the fuck was he thinking? The last thing he wanted or needed was a relationship, let alone Riley. With a mental shake and a fake smile pasted onto his face, Jacob strode into the office and took a seat at the desk. Riley waited patiently on the other side of the desk, paper and pen in hand to take notes on the case if he felt they would help in his investigation.

The outline of the case as Jacob laid it out was basic. One Miss Veronica Jones was found murdered in her apartment six months earlier by her boyfriend. No sign of a struggle or of a break in were found. As her boyfriend, Andrew Baxter had a key to the apartment, which the police believed was the reason there was no forced entry. A search of Ms. Jones' private papers led the detectives to believe there was some lingering contact with a previous boyfriend, only known by the signature to his letters 'Your only real love, SHNM'. Their theory was that Andrew became enraged that Veronica still had feelings for the other man and killed her in a fit of passion. Maybe it was accidental, but the end result was the same, the young woman was dead and Andrew was responsible.

Andrew claimed that he was aware of letters to Veronica from her ex, as the man was a friend of his from back in college, Shane MacCready. Veronica kept trying to cut off ties, but couldn't seem to get through to Shane. Shane sent a letter a week, begging her to go back to him, sometimes apologetic for whatever he'd done, sometimes enraged that a man he considered a good friend had stolen her away. For some reason, the detectives in charge of the case did not do much to investigate MacCready, although personally, Jacob now believed it was because they probably couldn't find the guy.

Unfortunately for Baxter, he had no solid alibi. His claim that he went to the park to do some reading in the early evening, and then took the bus home could not be verified. He was alone all night and reported to work as usual the next morning. None of his co-workers noticed anything unusual in his behavior, nor did his work suffer at all. One of Veronica's neighbors believed he saw Baxter the night in question. The elderly gentleman also admitted that, since Baxter went nearly every day, he couldn't be absolutely certain if he'd actually seen Baxter or only assumed the man had come by.

"...and that's it in a nutshell," Jacob finished the recital. "The partners here fully believe, without any doubts, that Andrew Baxter is innocent. I have to say, my gut instinct is also telling me the guy is innocent."

With a deep frown, Riley read over the notes he'd made and chewed on his lip again. He was very aware of Jacob watching him and his stomach flipped. This feeling was familiar, even if he hadn't felt it in a year. It was the same feeling he got when Hunter began talking to him and asking him out. It was the same feeling he got when he made his decision to push Hunter into sex in the backseat of his car. Riley didn't want to feel this way at all, especially with Jacob.

"There are lots of things in there that bother me, although I suspect it's because I haven't seen everything about the investigation. I'll work on this, outline the big problems I can see and email it over later tonight or tomorrow. You can look it over and compare my questions with whatever you couldn't reveal."

"That's fine. How about we meet again for an update on both our sides on Thursday? Is that too soon?"

"Thursday's good for me, as long as I'm clear from eleven to about one-thirty."

"Great, so let's say we meet at the coffee shop at three pm. It's almost time for dinner," Jacob commented casually. "Would you care to join me? I thought I'd go to this great sports bar around the corner for a bite. My treat."

First thing on the tip of Riley's tongue was to refuse, emphatically. He opened his mouth and was stopped by various images coming to mind. Most prominently was the memory of last Friday's dream, with the anonymous lover stroking his skin, leaving him aching and desperate for some sort of release until it came to an end with him on the floor. That memory was followed with a quick succession of times with Hunter, none of which came even close to what he felt in the dream.

At the time, he couldn't fathom anything feeling better. His traitorous thoughts made him wonder what another man's touch could do for him. The quick encounters in bars, a quick blowjob or grope, didn't count. Those weren't really meant to do more than bring about some relief and he hadn't really invested anything of himself in them. While anything else he might indulge in now, if he decided to pursue his growing need, might not be for any other reason, his experiences with Hunter had given him something to compare with.

Jacob was a handsome man, and from various hints, he had explored his bisexual side and discovered he enjoyed men. The man's experience probably far outstripped his own. Suddenly, it was imperative for Riley to find out if he could let himself get involved with another man. If he found any sort of intimacy with Jacob possible, perhaps he could start looking again, even if for nothing more than the occasional hookup.

Bolstered by thoughts of soft caresses to his overheated skin, Riley came to a decision and met Jacob's eyes straight on with determination. "I'd love to have dinner with you, as long as it's take out at your place." The blank expression on Jacob's face pleased him and brought out a wide, amused smile.

"Take out? At my place? Well, sure, I mean...If that's what you'd like."

"Yes, I'd like that very much. We can go to your place, order some food, take off all our clothes while we eat, and see what we can come up with afterwards to occupy our time."

Had he thought himself submissive? At that moment, watching Jacob try to swallow his surprise while gathering his briefcase, Riley decided he was anything but submissive. His amused laughter echoed down the hall as they hurried down to Jacob's car.

This was going to be so much fun. Riley was glad to have made his decision, and it was a much easier decision to make than the one where he distanced himself from men and sex. He would worry about consequences tomorrow. This felt absolutely right, right down to the throbbing at his groin as he thought of what he might be up to very soon.

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Decisions Ch. 03



A/N: This chapter is told from Sam's point of view.

I spent the next few minutes hardcore making out with my dad in his bed. I pushed on his chest and rolled over so that I was on top of him, my knees planted on the bed around his hips. I wove my hands through into his hair and tugged him closer to me as he gripped my ass in his hands. It still stung a little from my spanking, but fuck was that worth it! And now as I straddled him, I could feel his cum dripping out of my leaky cunt and back onto his dick.

I knew that if we continued on like this we'd end up fucking again, and while I definitely wanted his dick in me again that day, my poor swollen pussy needed a break. Crawling down his body, I took his semi-hard cock in my hand and licked it clean of my juices and his cum that had just dripped out of me. Before he got the wrong idea (or the right one, really), I sat up and suggested that we take a break for a bit and watch some TV.

I watched my daddy's delicious ass as he bent over to put on his fuckhot scrub pants again, and admired the way they hung low on his hips showing off the V of his pelvic muscles. Finally breaking my gaze from his flat, muscled stomach, I pulled on the shirt of his that I had borrowed earlier. It was a long-sleeve, soft black number that was fitted on him, but slightly loose on me and just long enough to cover my ass when I stood up.

We headed downstairs and I curled up into his side, his arm around my shoulders and my tits not-quite-unintentionally pressed into his side. We talked and joked and laughed as we watched football, and as relieved as I was that we could still act like a normal father and daughter, as half-time approached I was horny again. I scooted a little closer to him and drew my legs up underneath me, the heel of my foot perfectly positioned to rub against my rapidly moistening pussy.

I started thinking about how his cock had tasted with our juices mixing around on top of it earlier that afternoon, and I knew I had to taste him again. But more than that, I really wanted him to use my mouth. I absolutely loved giving head, and the rougher the better. My pussy would start gushing when there was a cock lodged deep in my throat, or plunging in and out as if my mouth were a wide open cunt. Add in some hair-pulling, or slapping my face with a drool-drenched cock, and tell me what a fucking whore I'm being, and I can almost cum with no contact on my clit.

I never really called him Daddy before, but fuck if it wasn't the hottest god damn thing I had ever done to call him that while we were fucking, or getting ready to fuck, or just finishing fucking. He seemed to enjoy it too, so I was definitely going to take advantage of that.

Stepping off the couch, and falling to my knees in front of him, I moved my face to his lap and nuzzled my cheek against his cock, feeling it harden and twitch against me. I ran my hands up his thighs to his waist and reached around his hips to pull his pants down. He lifted his ass off the couch to help me get them off as quickly as possible and then relaxed against the back of the couch once I had them all the way off.

I rubbed my hands up and down his thighs, tracing little circles on his hips and pelvis as I imagined his cock sliding against my tongue and down my throat until I gagged, and then imagined him pushing it down even farther. I looked up at him through my long lashes, and told him "I love sucking cock, Daddy. I love having a hard cock in my mouth, feeling pulse against my tongue. I love cum too." He let out a pained moan at that last pronouncement, and his cock got a little harder.

"I told Chase's friend to cum on my face last night. I love the feeling of hot cum dripping down my face or my perky titties, but I love swallowing it more. I can never get enough cum, Daddy."

He was fucking rock hard and dripping precum on his stomach and I hadn't even touched his dick yet. I scooted closer, planting my hands just above his knees and hovering close to his cock so that he would feel my breath caressing it as I continued.

"Know what else I love?"

He merely shook his head, but his expression betrayed his excitement and arousal. I leaned forward and licked his cock from his beautiful, round balls, all the way up to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head before licking the slit clean of the precum that was dripping liberally out of it. Maintaining constant eye contact, I told him, "I love having my face fucked – having no control over when the dick in my mouth will go deeper, having it shoved so far down my throat I can't breathe... fuck, it gets me so fucking wet, Daddy."

I emphasized that last "Daddy," loving the reaction it garnered, and then took the head of his cock back into my wet mouth and swirled my tongue around it again, this time stopping to focus on the ridge along the underside. I still hadn't used my hands on his dick at all, and was digging my fingers into his thighs as I tortured both of us by not taking his cock into my waiting mouth.

Looking up at him once more, I gave him what I hoped was an innocent look. "Fuck my face, Daddy. Treat me like your little whore. Make your baby girl your little cumslut." And with that I plunged his dick fully into my mouth, angling my head so that I could take it all the way down. When my nose hit his pelvis, and the head of his cock was stretching my throat and blocking my airway, he let out a low "mother fucker" and I felt him weave his hands through my long hair.

I was momentarily afraid that he was going to pull me up off his cock, but instead he forced my face farther down into his lap and held it there for a few seconds until I started to see stars from the lack of oxygen. He finally yanked on my hair and pulled my face off his cock. I was gasping for breath as he leaned down to kiss me, his tongue snaking into my mouth acting as a replacement for his amazing dick.

He pulled back and looked me in the eye, still fisting my hair tight in both hands, "You want to be Daddy's whore, baby?" I just nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "I think you should choke on my cock some more and prove it to me, Sammy." Fuck yes!

He jerked my head back down to his cock and used my hair to guide me up and down, over and over. Every time he pushed my face down on his cock he would make sure the head slid into my throat, and on the up-stroke he would let me up just long enough to get a quick breath, but never let his cock fully out of my mouth. After a couple minutes, he changed up the rhythm and held my face down in his lap so that his dick was lodged deep in my throat. I made sure to swallow around his cockhead when he did that, and heard him moan his approval.

"Yes, baby... so good... so fucking good... oh god... you're gonna make me cum, Sammy. Throat so tight... shit..."

I could tell he was getting close and I had no idea how he was continuing to hold out.

He pushed my head down on his dick again, and held it there. "Lick my balls, baby. Swallow my cock and lick Daddy's balls."

Without moving my head off of his dick, I slid my tongue out of my mouth and down his shaft, the tip just reaching his balls. Shit, I love this! I never thought it would be this good! Daddy moaned and I knew he was surprised that I could actually accomplish what he had asked. I just wished that he was standing and actually fucking his hips into my face, letting his balls slap my chin with every stroke as the head of his cock bruised the back of my throat.

"Fuck yes, baby. Your mouth is so fucking good. Love your throat... fuck... that's right, baby, take Daddy's cock. You're Daddy's cock whore now, baby girl."

Hearing those words made my pussy gush even more.

He pulled my head back off his dick a bit, but instead of shoving it right back down again, this time he held it in place and started to thrust his hips up into my face. The tip of his dick hit my tonsils with every thrust, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with the need for his cum. I really did want to know how it tasted fresh from his dick and untainted by my pussy, but in that moment I needed him to shoot his hot cum deep inside me.

I somehow managed to pull my face off his cock, drool streaming down my chin, but brought my hand to it, moving it firmly up and down. My voice was hoarse from the abuse my throat had been taking, but it just made me sound like more of a wanton slut when I told him, "Daddy, I fucking love choking on your cock, but I need your cum!"

"I'm so close baby, just keep sucking, I'll give you all the cum you want."

I stopped moving my hand on his cock, gripping him tightly at the base. "I don't want it in my mouth, please, Daddy, please cum in my pussy! I just want you to fill up my cunt with your hot cum, I can never get enough of your cum inside of me. Please, Daddy!"

I pulled myself away from him, ripped my shirt off, and lay back on the coffee table that had been nudging into my back the whole time he fucked my throat, spreading my legs wide. I shoved three fingers into my sopping hole, and I could feel some of his cum from earlier this afternoon still in there, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. If I could somehow live with my Daddy's fat cock lodged in my pussy all day long with endless streams of jizz pouring into me it would still never be enough. I wanted to drown in his hot, salty cum.

Daddy watched me fingering my weeping cunt for what felt like far too long, but in reality was probably only a few seconds, stroking his beautiful cock while he did, until I begged him again to fill me up. "Please, Daddy! I need it! Shove your cock deep inside your precious baby girl and make me your whore, please Daddy!"

I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and sucked them into my mouth when he finally dropped off the couch and knelt down in front of me. He unceremoniously shoved his thick cock right into my waiting pussy and fucked me at an unrelenting pace, grasping my hips for leverage to saw himself in and out of me. I was so worked up from my throat fucking that I started to cum on his fourth thrust. My back arched and my hands gripped the table beneath me as I let out a low, throaty moan, too deep in the pleasure of this massive orgasm to form any words.

I felt my muscles spasm in release, and heard the squishing noises of my cunt slurping up my daddy's huge fucking dick. I knew he was saying things to me as he pounded my tiny body, but I was so lost I couldn't understand a damn thing. As I was slowly coming down from the longest fucking orgasm I had ever had, I heard him shout "Yes, baby, take your daddy's cum! Take Daddy's jizz deep inside your fucking whore pussy, you little fucking slut!"

If I had any doubt in my mind about whether or not it was the right move to tease my dad into fucking me the previous night, all of that was wiped away as he called me a slut and started to shoot a fucking river of hot cum deep inside me. I finally found my voice, telling him "I am a slut, Daddy; I'm your slut! Fill me up with your cum, I love your cum, Daddy!"

With one final groan, he slammed his cock into me one last time, leaving it lodged deep in my hole as he shot the last streams of boiling hot cum inside of me. I felt the heat of his release warming me from the inside out and had never felt more complete than I did with my daddy's cock in my cunt knowing that he was filling me up with his delicious cum.

Once he was finished cumming, he removed his hands from my hips and leaned down on the coffee table, hovering above me. "That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced, baby. Your throat is fucking amazing and I love cumming in your pussy."

"Me too, Daddy," I said, my voice still gravelly. "No one has ever fucked my face as hard as you did. That was amazing."

He reached his arms under my back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist so that he could lift me up without having to take his dick out of me, and he somehow maneuvered us back on to the couch, with me sitting in his lap. "I was a little worried I was going too hard for a bit there, but then I realized I could smell your pussy and knew you were getting off on the rough stuff."

"Mmm... I was, Dad. I love being treated like a whore, like a worthless slut, and you did that perfectly. And next time I do want you to cum in my mouth, I just needed more of your cum in my pussy. I hope that's okay."

He kissed me briefly before he replied. "Of course, it's okay, baby. After all, I believe I promised you'd have a river of cum flowing out of you by the end of the day today, and I wouldn't want to go back on my word, now would I?" He said with a wink.

"If we're talking about promises, I hope you keep your promise about tomorrow morning. I want to be able to taste you in my mouth all day while I'm at school. It'll be so fucking hot to kiss Chase when I get there and know that he's tasting your spunk in my mouth."

At the mention of Chase, he growled possessively and I felt his cock somehow start to harden inside of me. "What's wrong, Daddy?" I asked innocently.

"I thought I told you that your cunt was mine, Samantha. I don't want you fucking anyone else. You can date Chase for appearances, but he doesn't get to so much as look at your little cunt. I don't want his hands or his dick anywhere near my pussy even through your clothes. Do you understand?" He brought one hand up to the back of my neck and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head towards him to make sure he had my attention. "Do you understand, Samantha? You are mine."

His dick was fully hard again, and I could feel it, along with the rest of him, quivering in rage at the thought of me screwing someone else. While I knew it could be fun teasing him and getting him to fuck the shit out of me again, I wasn't sure my battered pussy could take it right away. There would certainly be time for teasing and angry fucking later.

Cupping his cheek in my hand and then running it down his neck, I let my hand rest right above his heart in the hopes that the tender motion would calm him down. "Daddy," I started, in my best little girl voice, "you're the only one who's going to fuck me. No one else. Don't worry. I don't even want Chase, I only want you. Only my daddy."

He took a deep breath and I felt him calm underneath me, his cock still rock solid. "But Dad, you have to admit... the idea of you blowing a huge load into my mouth, and then kissing Chase, knowing that his tongue is eating up the remnants of my daddy's cum from his baby girl's mouth... fuck, that's got to be one of the hottest things ever." As I said this I swiveled my hips on his lap, feeling his dick swirling inside of me.

He must have agreed on some level, because he didn't get mad again, and instead started to slowly grind his hips up against mine, and brought my face to his so that we could taste each other's mouths in a searing kiss.

We moved against each other slowly this time, my legs still wrapped around him and pinned to the back of the couch. He had one hand around my waist and the other still threaded through the hair at the base of my neck, but much more relaxed than a few moments ago.

This time we came together slowly and quietly, foreheads together, looking into each other's eyes, and I whispered my love to him as I felt him shooting another load into my sopping pussy. "I love you too, Sammy."

I started to get chilly a few minutes later, so had to pull myself up off of Dad's lap, and heard myself moan when his dick slipped out of me. I already missed the feeling of him filling me up. I put his shirt back on and headed into the kitchen. It felt like weeks had passed since breakfast, instead of just a few hours. I searched the fridge and freezer for something easy, and settled on a frozen pizza. After setting the oven to preheat, I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and brought one out to Dad in the living room.

Clearly my youthful energy and stamina was no match for my old man, as it appeared he had fallen asleep on the couch moments after I had left. He was still naked, with his head lolling back on the back of the couch, and his amazing cock wet and limp against his thigh.

Putting both of our beers on the coffee table in front of him, I decided that he needed to be cleaned up a little before getting dressed for dinner. I knelt at his side on the couch this time, my knees still slightly sore from kneeling on the floor before him a short while ago, and started my cleanup efforts with his balls.

I lightly cupped his sack in my left hand and softly licked it clean, loving the taste of myself on this part of him. Sucking each testicle into my mouth in turn, I hummed my enjoyment into his skin until I was sure they were clean of all of our fluids. Keeping his balls nestled in my warm palm, I then turned my attention to the beautiful cock that had brought me such pleasure over the past day. I started at the base and softly kissed my way up to the tip. I heard Dad grunt, and looked up at him, but he still appeared to be sleeping.

I kissed my way back down his shaft, massaging his balls as I went, and then started licking every inch of his cock all the way around. I brought my right hand around to his dick and lifted if off of his thigh, and licked up the fluids that had pooled there. He was still mostly limp, which wasn't surprising since he'd cum twice in the last 45 minutes and he wasn't my age. He didn't grunt so much as moan when I took the head of his limp cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head, making sure to clean him off thoroughly.

He woke up with a start, and raised a hand to the back of my head. I had his whole cock in my mouth at that moment, but it wasn't much of a challenge even though he was about half-hard now.

"Baby, what are you doing? I'm going to need some more time before..." he started.

Bringing my face off of his lap and kissing the head of his cock, I replied, "I know, Daddy. I just wanted to clean you off."

I leaned over again and licked his slit, just in case any of his fluids had started to leak out, and then let go of his balls. I reached over to the table to grab his beer and handed it to him just as I heard the oven beep, indicating that it was time to cook the pizza.

"Be right back!" I called to him as I ran out of the room, leaving him semi-hard and staring at my ass.

I removed the pizza from its box and quickly shoved it into the oven. When I reached across the stove to set the kitchen timer, I felt some of Dad's cum start to leak out of my well-used pussy. I guess I need to be cleaned off too... I bet I can get Daddy to help with that!

I finished setting the timer and started to walk back into the living room. On my way, I put my hand between my legs and scooped up the cum dripping down my inner thigh. Bringing my cum-covered fingers to my mouth, the taste of my father's semen mixed with my pussy juice made me stop in my tracks and moan just as I entered the room.

Dad had put his pants back on and was searching for something to watch on TV, but stopped when he heard my moan. Seeing me sucking three fingers in my mouth and moaning clearly distracted him. I giggled at the look on his face, and he asked me what I was doing.

Adopting my best I'm-your-innocent-little-daughter voice, I put on a pout and said, "I'm all dirty, Daddy. Your cum was leaking out of my little cunny and I didn't want to waste any of it, but I couldn't just put it back in there. Plus I wanted to taste."

I paused, and took a couple more steps into the room. He was within reach now.

Then, lifting my shirt up to my waste with my left hand, I dipped three fingers of my right hand back between my legs and scooped up the fresh fluids that were seeping out of my pussy. Holding my hand out to him, I asked, "Do you want to taste, Daddy?"




Decisions Ch. 03



"Although the scene and characters in this story are still in high school they are all 18 years or older."




They arrived back at Kurt's house around 9 P.M. They were originally going to see Star Wars but when they saw the line decided to go bowling instead. That was a lot of fun as none of them bowled very much. Rob and Kurt did pretty well, as natural athletes usually do well in anything they put their hand to. They got out of the car and went into the house. It was a very big home as Kurt's father was a successful insurance agent. Kurt was going to major in business in college and then work in the firm. Jill could see the pool through the window, but it was way too cold for swimming. They went down to the lower level where there was a game room. It was well equipped with a pool table, dart board, air hockey, electronic games, and a big screen TV.

They took off their coats and put them on a chair. Jill had on a button down blouse and Joan was wearing a sweater. Both girls were wearing very short skirts which had kept the guy's interest at the bowling alley. They couldn't see anything, but got glimpse when they raised their leg to release the ball. 

"My parents went to some fund raiser and won't be home until real late, so we have the house to ourselves until we have to take the girls home for their curfew at midnight, so let's have fun. Why don't I get us something to drink?" he said. Everyone agreed and they went to the bar. 

Kurt opened the refrigerator and said, "Let's really have a drink!" 

"What do you mean, Kurt?" asked Jill. 

"There's some orange juice in here, so I can fix us some screwdrivers." 

"But then we will have alcohol on our breath when we go home" said Joan. 

Rob said, "No you won't, you can't smell vodka so our parents won't be able to smell it if they are still up." 

"Yes, but we still have to drive to get home," said Jill. 

"No problem," said Kurt. "I will only have a very little bit of vodka in mine so I will not be a hazard to anyone." 

Joan was hesitant, "I don't know." 

"Oh come on, don't be a baby Joan," said Kurt.

Joan turned to Jill, "What do you think, Jill?" 

Jill heard caution bells, but figured that nothing would happen with Rob after last night. "He will be on his best behavior," she thought," but I will have to be careful."

"I think it will be OK, after all they are our boyfriends and we are all together so nothing will happen. Besides Kurt said he wouldn't drink much. Let's have some fun!" 

"I don't know. Are you sure Jill?" Joan asked. 

"Yes, let's see what a real drink tastes like. We can always walk home if we have to" 

"I guess it will be OK then," said Joan. 

"Great," said Kurt, "why don't you go over and turn on the TV while I fix the drinks.

They went over and turned on the television. It was set for the sports channel and there was a football game on so they sat down and started watching. 

Meanwhile Rob and Kurt fixed the drinks. As he promised, Kurt put very little vodka in his and Rob's drinks, but put a lot more in the girls'. He brought the drinks over and they watched the game. They all knew the game and were able to see the mistakes as well as the good plays. The game got out of hand in the second quarter when the tight end fumbled the ball and the opposition recovered. 

At half time they lost interest in the game. Joan got up and went over to the card table. "It looks like it is set up for a poker game," she said as she took another sip of her drink. "It really tastes good," she thought. 

Jill also was enjoying the drink. "Let's play some cards," she said. 

They adjourned to the card table and sat down. Kurt picked up the deck of cards and said, "This is a hand of straight poker Jacks or better to open, nothing wild." 

Joan asked,"What are we going to bet with? Don't we buy some chips or something?" 

Rob smiled and said, "Good point Joan. I really don't have much money left right now." 

Jill and Joan agreed as they never had much money on them unless they went shopping. 

Kurt said, "There is another way to play poker that doesn't require money. 

"What is that?" asked Rob. 

"We pay with our clothes! You play five card draw with nothing wild and the losers have to remove an article of clothing. The winner is the one who still has some clothing on." 

"I don't know," said Joan. "What do you think, Jill?" 

Jill replied "It might be fun, after all we are all friends, but it could be embarrassing, if not boring, for the first person to lose." 

"Here's what we will do," said Rob, "You will keep playing, but if you lose you must do whatever the winner demands."

"That sounds fair, but I have not played that much poker, have you Jill?" 

"Not enough to be very good. "

"We will play with all cards turned up on the table," said Kurt. They all thought that was a good idea.

"One rule is that only clothes count, no jewelry," said Rob. 

"What about panty hose?" asked Jill. 

The boys conversed and Kurt said, "They will count as two items and must be removed the first two loses." The girls agreed as this would give them at least one more item. 

Kurt dealt the cards and Joan won, so all the others lost an item of clothing. Kurt then won, then Jill, then Rob. Finally it got to the serious losses and Jill was the first to lose her bra. 

"I don't know," she said. 

The others rode her, but Joan wasn't as vocal. Rob said "You agreed to the rules and knew that you would possibly lose. Are you going to be a party pooper?" 

Jill didn't like that. She reached around defiantly and unfastened her bra. She shrugged her shoulders and removed it. Kurt gasped when he saw her tits for the first time. Her nipples were partially erect and stood out from the front. Rob was proud of her. 

Joan was the first to lose completely and demurely removed her panties. 

Rob lost next and stood up to remove his shorts, Jill saw he was getting aroused and slyly looked at Joan who was paying rapt attention to his groin area. She was satisfied that she had a good one by the expression Joan's face. 

Rob won the next hand and turned to Joan after Kurt removed his trousers, which caused Jill to look in interest, "You will go to the center of the room and do the favorite cheerleader routine." Joan got up and tried to perform with her back to them, but Rob made her turn around. She was beautiful. She was a natural blonde which was evident by her pussy. 

Jill won the next hand and made Joan and Rob stand in the center of the room and hug each other. Rob was a little more aroused. She also won the next hand, and after Kurt removed his shorts gleefully declared, "I win!" 

She stood up to find her clothes to put them back on when she was jumped by the others. She was pushed to the floor and Rob and Kurt held her legs while Joan pulled her panties down and over her feet. The boys raised her legs and pulled them apart. She was a little embarrassed being exposed like that to Kurt. However, they let go of her and grabbed Joan and did the same thing to her. 

"Stop that," she said, but it was too late. They let go of her and helped her to her feet. Jill was feeling warm due to the activity and the drink which she and Joan took another sip of. They started giggling at the sight of the four of them naked.

Kurt said, "Let's take a dip in the pool!" 

Which promptly got him"you've got to be kidding" looks from the others. "Just joking," he said. "Although we can go out and get in the hot tub for a few minutes. 

"That sounds like fun," said Jill, who was feeling warm and loose. 

Kurt said, "Great! Joan please get the towels and Rob can go out and remove the cover while I fix us another drink." 

"But you promised you would not drink!" exclaimed Jill, "You are driving" 

"I'm only going to have straight orange juice, Jill." 

"O.K.," she said, "What can I do?"

"See if there is another game on the tube for when we come in." They all went about their assigned duties. Kurt made the drinks as before with more booze in the girl's drinks and only made O.J. for himself. 

Rob came back in shivering, "Man, it is cold out there, and that hot tub is really going to feel good!" 

Kurt put the drinks on a tray and they all went out to the tub. The boys helped the girls into the tub. Both of them had extended nipples due to the cold and the sight of their naked pussies was almost too much. Kurt handed their drinks to them and he and Rob got into the tub. It did feel really good. The girls sipped at their drinks and laughed at the jokes told by the boys. Jill thought Kurt was a lot different than her original opinion. "He is a really nice guy," she thought," and well hung I might add. I can't believe he and Joan have not done IT yet." 

Jill jumped as she felt a hand on her leg moving upward. She looked over and realized it was Rob's hand. She spread her legs so he could gain access to her pussy. "Someday soon," she thought, "I am going to have to let Rob fuck me because it is getting harder and harder to say no." She squirmed as his hand reached its destination. She looked over and saw a blissful expression on Joan's face so she knew she was getting fingered also.

"We better start back in. Let's chug our drinks so we don't spill them. Here's to you- bottoms up!" Kurt said as he raised his glass and drained it. The others followed suit as there was only about half a glass full. They got out and helped Kurt replace the cover and ran for the house. Once inside they grabbed towels and dried off. Kurt went over and muted the T.V. and turned on the music player. This was the latest which would play CD's as well as cassette tapes. It also permitted programming based upon what the owner wanted played. 

A loud rock song began and Kurt said, "Let's dance!" 

The girls' giggled thinking how ridiculous they all would look dancing fast dances naked, but they were game. 

Jill thought, "No more drinks. I am feeling dangerously loose." 

They started dancing with each other. The girls' boobs bounced with their movements or swung from side to side. The boy's dicks did likewise which caused the girls to laugh as they both were aroused from the pussy petting in the hot tub. After two fast songs, a slow one began. Jill was facing Kurt and Joan, Rob. 

"Dance with the one facing you," said Kurt and all agreed. Jill moved into Kurt's arms. He pulled her close and she felt her breasts push into his chest. It felt good. 

"I must really be loose," she thought. She felt Kurt's cock press into her stomach. She pushed her hips forward to press even harder. He had an erection when they started dancing, but it got even bigger when she did this. Kurt put his hands underneath her buttocks and pulled her up ward. She felt his cock brush her pussy and alarm bells went off. She was not going to let Kurt fuck her. 

"I think we better stop," she said.

"Don't worry Jill. I am not going to try to fuck you. Relax- you will enjoy this. If you don't like it I will stop." 

She thought, "He is right. He would not try to fuck me with my boyfriend, his best friend here." 

"O.K. As long as you keep your word," she said. Kurt smiled and lifted her higher so his cock slid under her. During this the tip slightly brushed against her opening, but he did not push. He then lowered her a little. 

"Wrap your legs around me," he said. She did as he asked and put her arms around his neck. Kurt reached down and positioned his cock in the furrow of her crack. He then started moving in a fucking motion. 

Jill gasped, "My God! That really feels good!" as his cock plowed her furrow and brushed against her clit. She was getting extremely hot. Her pussy was wet. Kurt bent toward her and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue forced between her teeth and they French kissed. This only made her hotter. He kept moving and Jill did not know how long she could last. This really felt good. She opened her eyes and saw Rob and Joan were doing a similar thing. Jill wiggled her ass which pushed her pussy harder on Kurt's pole. 

"She is really a hot number," thought Kurt. "The way Joan is acting with Rob, I think we all are going to get lucky tonight. If she wasn't my best buddy's girlfriend, I would fuck her right now!" Kurt put his hands under Jill's ass and raised her up. She panicked for a moment when the tip of Kurt's cock came in contact with her pussy. 

"He is going to try to fuck me with my boyfriend making out with his girlfriend," she thought. Kurt lowered her a little and the tip of his dick penetrated her hole, but he then lifted her off and lowered her down his body to the floor which caused his dick to slide over her stomach and between her breasts. When she reached the floor in a kneeling position her face was even with his cock. Jill smiled and went to work on his pole. She started by licking his balls and slowly working her way to the tip. There she teased him by flicking her tongue against the slit and then she took him in her mouth. Kurt sharply inhaled as she took his member mostly in her mouth and started an up and down movement accompanied by sucking. Kurt thought how lucky Rob was to have such a good cock sucker for a girlfriend. 

These were the same thoughts going through Rob's mind as Joan was blowing his cock. Rob thought, "Kurt was right. Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker." Tonight would be the night he pops Jill's cherry, although he wouldn't mind taking Joan's cherry. "That blonde bush doesn't hide much."

Jill tasted her juices on Kurt's cock and was pleased with the taste. She noticed she was getting hot and her pussy was getting extremely wet. "Too much booze," she thought. "Otherwise I would not have Kurt's cock stuffed in my mouth; although, I am enjoying this!" She heard Rob groan with pleasure and knew then that Joan was a good cocksucker also. Kurt placed his hands on the back of her head and gently pushed her toward him while thrusting his hips forward. She opened her mouth as far as she could, but she could not take all of his cock and she gagged. 

"Sorry," said Kurt, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Jill pulled back off his cock 

"Thank you, I know you didn't mean any harm." 

She then slipped his cock back in her mouth. Kurt again put his hands on her head and gently pulled her off his dick. He then put his hands on her shoulders and said, "Lay back. It is time for you to enjoy." Jill knew this was getting dangerous, but the booze was still working and she lay on her back. Kurt placed his hands on her knees and spread them taking in a deep breath as her pussy winked pink from the dark curls surrounding it. 

"Damn that is a beautiful sight!" exclaimed Kurt as he lowered himself to her. He French kissed her and she responded with their tongues probing and battling for space in each other's mouths. Jill felt her pussy getting wetter as she was getting hotter. Kurt withdrew from her mouth and started trailing kisses down her neck. One hand fondled her left breast as his mouth came in contact with her right. He kissed all around her breast until he came to the nipple. Kurt flicked his tongue over the extended nipple which elicited a groan from Jill. He took the nipple between his lips and sucked and teased it with his tongue. Jill pushed her boob toward him. He took the nipple between his teeth and gently bit it while at the same time he pinched the nipple on the left breast between his thumb and forefinger. She really pushed upward. Kurt then did the same to the opposite nipple and Jill was really moaning and pushing her breasts at him. She also felt more wetness in her cunt. 

"Oh Kurt, that feels so good!" she said, just as Joan let out a loud moan. Kurt then started kissing down her stomach sticking his tongue deep into her naval. This always got to her when Rob did it and now was no exception. He continued downward and arrived at the top of her mound. Jill wiggled her mound slightly upward as she felt him arrive. "We better stop," she thought, "but this feels so good and I am so hot!"

Kurt moved lower but teased her by kissing around her pussy. He advanced toward her hole. She felt his breath before his mouth kissed her and she almost came.

Kurt reached with his hands and spread her pussy lips. He poked his tongue in her tight twat. Jill's hips came off the floor and she let out with a loud moan 

"Oh Kurt that feels so good!" She sneaked a peak and saw that Joan was laying to her left and Rob had his head buried between her legs. Kurt started licking and sucking on her fully erect clit. He slid one finger into her virgin cunt.

"Man is she wet," thought Kurt, "Rob is going to bust this cherry and it looks as if he has Joan just as hot. I am going to get lucky too."

Jill felt Kurt's mouth and finger leave her pussy. She opened her eyes to see why and noticed Rob was replacing Kurt between her legs and Kurt was going to Joan. Rob put his mouth on her pussy and started lapping. He also started finger fucking her and her hips once again came off the floor. "Oh Rob, I love you!" she exclaimed as she pushed her pussy into his face. 

"Jill has never been this wet," thought Rob as he started reversing the trail of Kurt. When he got to her mouth they French kissed as never before and Rob took her clit between his fingers. At the same time Jill reached down and stroked his bulging cock. Rob took this to mean that she was ready to be fucked. He rose up to his knees with his dick in his right hand. With his left hand he parted Jill's pussy lips. The sight was gorgeous and he almost came. Jill had her eyes closed in deep passion. Rob placed the tip of his dick in the opening of her tight hole and started to slide in. He was gentle and slowly put a little of his cock in at a time. Jill groaned and pushed her pussy upwards. 

"This cherry is as good a popped," thought Rob as his dick came in contact with her hymen. He withdrew all but the tip and prepared to plunge into her. Just as he was getting ready to deflower Jill, her eyes opened and she twisted her body to the side. 

"NO!" she yelled, pushing him off of her. He tried to get back in position, but she was not going to let him. 

"Come on Jill, you know you want it! Why be such a prude? Look at Kurt and Joan!" 

She did and as she looked Kurt had withdrawn as had Rob, but Joan was moaning and moving her hips. Kurt plunged forward and a slight cry of pain escaped from Joan as her cherry was destroyed. Kurt stopped when his dick hit bottom.

"I don't care what they do!" she replied. "I am leaving." Jill went over to where her clothes were and started getting dressed. She put her panties and bra on, but put her panty hose in her purse. She then put on her blouse, skirt and got her coat. She looked over where Kurt and Joan were. She saw them fucking with abandon. Joan was moaning and pushing her hips up meeting every thrust of Kurt. Jill felt a little pang but it wasn't enough. She was really pissed. 

Rob said, "I will take you home, Jill." 

"No you won't!" replied Jill as she opened the door and left in almost a run.

To be continued...



Thanks to Destiny Parker for editorial assistance



Decisions Ch. 03



Emily started to leave then asked to use the ladies room. I panicked but quite a few minutes had passed since Pam went in that direction. I aimed Emily at the right hallway. About then Rob, my boss, came back with a couple of final comments on my various estimates that I was going to go over with the client the next day. I got side tracked as I heard his comments. 

Rob left with some final congratulations and a request to call him after I'd reviewed the numbers with Les, Grace, Roger and the others in Kansas City. I promised. As Rob walked away I realized I hadn't seen Emily for fifteen minutes but then the ladies room door swung open and she came out looking pert and happy. She came and bussed me goodbye again and said "'Til whenever." She walked out the glass doors towards the elevators. I was left wondering whether I'd dodged a bullet or whether it was still in the air.

I didn't see Pam again but I did notice that someone had collected the flowers on her desk and stuck them in water for her. I figured the less said the better at this point. 

I picked up my boarding pass from one of the secretaries, packed up the things I wanted with me in Kansas City, and headed for the airport. I wouldn't get to KC until almost midnight. 

*****

Tuesday morning, I was at my client's offices early. Patty Winslow, one of the group secretaries, told me that McKennitt had been assigned a block of offices since we'd be there so much. She took me around the corner from Grace's office and showed me where our offices would be. They were nice quarters and I staked out a room with a small conference table and set up my computer and started working. 

I asked Patty if she could set up a thirty or sixty minute meeting with Grace, Hank and Roger. She came back just before lunch and said, "Meeting with the group at one-thirty -- one hour. In the meantime, Grace wondered if the two of you could have lunch?" I nodded and asked, "Right now?" Patty shrugged and said, "I guess so." I folded up a few things and followed her back towards Grace's office. 

"Hi David," Grace said as she waved me into her office.

"Hi Grace," I said in a cheery voice. I really was glad to see her. I speculated about what she had on -- or didn't have on -- beneath her midi-length skirt. She was wearing a nice long-sleeved blouse with a big bow at the neck. Little skin showed yet for some reason I thought she was oozing sexuality. It's amazing what having a sexual relation does to one's imagination and perspective.

Grace motioned for me to shut the door. I did. She said, "Tonight, Kim and I would love to serve you ... dinner and drinks that is. My house. Six o'clock."

I paused and thought about my good resolutions over the weekend. "Grace, I am getting very serious about my friend in New York. I'm not sure ... "

Grace interrupted me, "David, we're not trying to steal you away from her. We just want you to be with us. Besides, you'll love hearing about how Kim and I spent the weekend." She gave me a big wink implying there was significant sexual content to her weekend. I admit I was curious.

I didn't answer right away. Grace came over and stood near me -- inside my personal space. "Just come over tonight and see how you feel then. We really do want to have dinner with you." Perhaps naively, I nodded and said, "I'll be there." In the back of my mind I briefly had a vision of a nuclear detonation.

A few hours later, right on the dot of six o'clock, I knocked on the front door to Grace's home. Kim opened the door. I had brought a bottle of wine as a peace offering and dinner gift of some napkin rings that matched Grace's decorating. Kim took the bottle and set it on a table in the foyer then she melted into my arms and pasted her body against me in a way that left little to the imagination about where she wanted the evening to go. The kiss she gave me would have melted steel and it certainly melted a good part of the resolve I'd had two minutes earlier.

As we broke from our kiss, Grace came from the kitchen. She repeated the passionate welcome, grinding her hips into me before she dragged her braless breasts across my chest. Even though we both had clothing on I could feel her erect nipples through the material. I hardened. Grace then kissed me using her very sensuous tongue to probe into and around my mouth. Somewhere in space there was a shattered box of resolve.

Finally, Grace broke our kiss. My temperature was approaching that on the surface of the sun. Grace said, "Come into the kitchen and have some wine. We're almost ready with our appetizers." I followed their two trim asses into the kitchen.

As we drank our wine the two women worked comfortably together preparing a salad and a little dish with trout and some light wine sauce. These were the appetizers. 

Kim turned to me and said in a low voice, "Grace said you're getting serious about someone back home. We're so glad. Just so you know, we both hope it won't change our get togethers. We both really had fun last week and don't want times like that to stop."

I was struggling again with what to say. Finally, I blurted out, "Well, it feels awkward feeling my heart is in New York yet I liked the erotic evenings we had here last week. I'm not sure ... "

Grace interrupted again, "David, I repeat, we are not trying to steal you away. We just like your brand of sex. You seem like a free thinker. Think free about this, about us; about us - and your girlfriend. Have more than one girlfriend -- have all three of us." Kim had reached around me and was rubbing the rising bump in my pants with a pleased look on her face.

That idea stopped me cold. Suddenly I had a flashing vision of me simultaneously fucking three women. How was I doing that? It was physically impossible.

I looked up from my wine glass. Grace said, "Dinner is served." She led Kim and me into her dining room and gave us seat assignments around her walnut table. Then she brought the food out and I pushed aside thoughts of where the evening was going to replace them with a higher priority -- eating.

After dinner I helped with clean up and put away. Three of us working in her kitchen had the place back to pristine in only a few minutes. They then pulled me into the living room to talk. I knew I was in trouble because the room was dimly lit. Grace steered me to the sofa; the two women sat on either side of me.

I was a pushover. My resolve had melted having two pretty and mature women hot for my body. One second I had it and the next my tongue was deep down Grace's throat in a deep French kiss. Then I turned and repeated the process with Kim. I moved back and forth between the two women. Then my shirt started to be unbuttoned and was slowly removed from my body. I worked on Grace, pulling her top from her belt and then over her head. I repeated the process on Kim removing her designer t-shirt.

As I was kissing Kim, I felt my belt unlatch and my pants were opened. Fingers reached in and fumbled around in my briefs for my cock. Then I felt Grace's mouth engage my entire shaft. It was easy for her at this stage, I hadn't hardened fully and so she was able to bend and compress me into her mouth. We could both feel my surges elongate me as she continued.

Then I was kissing Grace, tasting my slight muskiness on her tongue. Kim had my cock in her mouth and was sweeping up and down on it, deep throating me with each down swing of her half naked body. I wouldn't last long if she kept that up.

"Can we take this to the bedroom," I finally asked. Kim pulled off of me in a sudden move that almost made me cum. We all stood and moved upstairs carrying our clothes. Once in the bedroom the three of us stood in a close triangle removing the last of each other's clothing. When we were nude Grace and Kim pulled me into the middle of the bed.

"I want to eat someone," I said. "Who's first?" 

Grace said, "Do Kim first. While you do that I'll tell you what we did over the weekend."

I lay in front of Kim's trimmed blond bush and brought my head down to her labia, tongue fully extended so she could see my initial onslaught on her sex. I started my cunnilingus.

Grace lay beside us where I could see her trim form as I munched on Kim. She started talking, "Kim came over on Friday night and we barely got out of bed until early Monday morning. David, she's almost as good as you are in how she eats pussy. I'd cum a dozen times Friday night before we switched places. Except for our time together that week, I'd never tasted a woman before. I brought Kim to a lot of orgasms too. I loved tasting her, sucking all her juices up, driving my fingers into her cunt. Oh, a couple of times I got my entire fist inside her. I could turn it and when I did I think she'd have an orgasm."

Kim interrupted us from her reverie, "Yes, I did. I want you to do it again tonight. Maybe after David's cum is in there to lubricate me."

Grace leaned in and kissed Kim. "David, I never knew I has lesbian tendencies. Well, I guess officially their bisexual because I love you cock just a tad more than her fingers. In any case, we sucked and fucked all weekend long. We wore out two sets of batteries on my little electric friend." She bounded across the bed and returned a second later with a long, pinkish vibrator. She turned it on and lightly touched Kim's nipples with it; Kim jerked to attention and I could feel the increase in cunt juice that suddenly flowed from her body.

"Here," I said, opening up Kim's body so Grace could do something with the vibrator. Grace took the vibrator and drove it deep into Kim's cunt. Kim had an orgasm within seconds, a deep moan floating from deep inside her. 

"Grace suck on me," I ordered. Grace inhaled my rod bringing me to a start of severe hardness in only a moment. 

I rolled Kim over, the vibrator still humming away in her cunt. I pulled her ass upward and dropped a dollop of spit right on her ass, smearing it with my thumb until most of the liquid was at her opening. Grace watched with great interest.

I thrust my thumb into Kim's asshole, working its whole length inside her. She jerked and writhed. "Oooooooh fuck," I heard from the pillows cradling her head. I moved my thumb around, working to enlarge the opening. 

I looked at Grace and asked, "Lube?" Grace now understood my need. She rummaged in her bedside table and came up with a little used tube of Astroglide. I nodded towards my rod. Grace sucked on me for a moment then put some of the cool gel on my rod. The slight temperature difference excited me even more and I got even harder. I kept my thumb working around inside Kim.

When I was lubed, I pulled my thumb from Kim's body and put my cock at her anal opening. I gently pushed forward, allowing her to get used to the idea. I could feel the vibrator whirring away madly in Kim's cunt. As I broke through the thick wall of muscles, Kim orgasmed again, this time shrieking her pleasure.

I started to thrust into her. Kim kept saying, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Don't you dare stop. Oh fuck." About two minutes later she came again and a minute after that again. 

"Grace," I suggested, "take the vibrator out of Kim and use your fingers." She did. I could feel the vibration stop and then feel Grace's digits filling Kim's cunt. They'd played enough over the weekend so that Grace knew where Kim's G-spot was. In seconds, Kim started to spasm again swearing fiercely. 

"Grace," I suggested again, "if you move under us you can use your tongue on Kim's clit." I watched as Grace slithered under Kim's raised body then felt Kim jerk and rotate her body even more as Grace's tongue started to lick and suck on Kim's clit. 

Finally, the tight anal sheath was too irrestible for me. I started to pound into Kim's pucker. As Kim crested again I came, my body expelling copious amounts of cum deep into Kim's rear. I let out a long, "Oooooooooh fuck" and was matched by Kim who expressed the same thought. We collapsed forward, yet I remained embedded in Kim's ass for a few moments. 

Finally, I pulled out and grabbed a washcloth Grace had brought to clean up my appendage. Kim rolled over, a slight rivulet of my cum seeping from her ass. "My God, David, that was colossal. I've never done anal before; I always wondered what it was like." She turned to Grace and said, "Oh honey, you have to try this with him sometime."

Grace was playing with my flaccid cock as we talked. I hardened quickly just by watching the two women's bodies. Then the two women kissed and I watched as their bodies came together in their passion. 

I was hooked. Sex had suddenly become my life force. I couldn't get enough of it. Love and Emily, well, those were different; sex went with those too but not in the same way I was currently thinking about it with Pam, Kim and Grace. Sex was the satisfaction of a base need. I could feel the compartments forming in my mind: Love and Emily in one partition and Sex in any way at all in the other partition. It was simple; I had solved my ethical dilemma.

I hardened and Grace pulled me to her. She wasn't up for anal sex quite yet so we had good, old fashioned, vaginal fuck. It was a little complicated for a while since Kim lowered her pussy over Grace's mouth and got eaten out while Kim and I kissed and I fondled her breasts. Then Kim mauled Graces breasts and sucked them to an almost painful state of readiness. Grace got in a mode where she was in one, long, continuous orgasm -- her body just pulsing and jerking from moment to moment.

I finally blasted my remaining cum into Grace's cunt and she reciprocated by jetting her girl juice all over her bedding and me. Kim brought herself off again just after that and cuddled into the two of us for additional loving.

We relaxed stroking and petting each other. Finally, I rose and started to put my clothes back on. "I've got to go back to the hotel tonight," I said, "All my duds are back there for tomorrow plus some stuff I need for a mid-morning meeting."

Kim asked, looking between the two of us, "Unless you mind Grace, can I go with David? I'd love to cuddle up with him overnight."

Grace smiled warmly at the two of us and said, "You guys go. I need a good night's sleep. I have a staff meeting all morning." She smiled coyly at Kim; "Perhaps you can even get a nice morning fuck before you go off to work. It'll change you attitude for the whole day. Besides tomorrow night ... well, perhaps we can do all this again."

Kim and I dressed and kissed Grace goodbye, taking the time to tuck her into her large bed before we left.

Kim followed me back to the Intercontinental Hotel. As I drove along I checked my phone messages. Emily had called several times but only left one message. In one voice mail, she said she had a 'surprise' for me and that I'd find out soon enough. She sounded happy so I figured that something favorable had happened at work for her. It was eleven o'clock and I debated about calling her back but figured I'd wait until tomorrow due to the late hour.

As I pulled into the hotel main entrance Kim was right behind me in her car. We let the valet check our cars and then Kim took my arm in a very cozy gesture and we walked into the hotel. Kim had her large purse that always seemed to have everything she needed in it, even a change of clothes.

There was only one bank of six elevators to the upper floors at the Intercontinental. They were in view of the reception area as well as the hotel's lounge area. Anyone sitting in the lounge area could look out and see who was headed up to their room and vice versa. 

Kim and I were laughing at something silly one of us had said. I wasn't paying particular attention. We just walked into a waiting elevator. I pressed the button for the tenth floor and then the two of turned so we were facing outward. Kim had just leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.

The elevator door was slow to close. I glanced out into the lounge area and froze. 

There was Emily! Emily!

Yes, no doubt, Emily! She was looking directly at me and rising from her seat at the edge of the lounge area where she could see the entrance as well as the elevator bank. She looked in shock. The elevators shut.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit," I couldn't stop saying these words as I fumbled with the elevator control panel. Finally I gave up. I gave my room key to Kim; "Here. It's room 1024. I just saw Emily in the lobby. I'm cooked."

Kim looked sympathetic as she took the key. She said, "Oh shit," too. After a pause she said, "Will she understand? Should we talk? Can I help? Oh dear, I was kissing you -- we were kissing." The elevator doors opened and I pushed her out. 

I hit the "L" button to go back to the lobby. By the time the doors opened there was, of course, no sign of Emily. She'd vanished. 

To be continued...



Decisions Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Losing Emily and Then Surprises

I'd been coming back from an evening of debauchery, relishing in that 'fucked out' feeling. Kim, one of the insatiable women I'd been fucking was clutching my arm and kissing me as we got the elevator at my hotel. As I looked out in the lobby I saw Emily -- just as the elevator doors shut. She saw me -- and Kim - too.

Emily!

What was she doing in Kansas City? She should be in New York not here.

I rode the elevator up cursing myself for my weaknesses, my stupidity, my infidelity, my crazy philosophy about love and relationships, and ... well just for being me. I think I kept repeating "Oh shit" over and over again. Even Kim looked worried that I'd screwed up part of my life. I aimed Kim at my room and took the elevator back to the lobby.

I explored my head as the elevator descended; I'd only seen her for perhaps five seconds. Was it really she or a look alike? No, it was she. She was reacting to seeing Kim and me. Her facial expression changed. She was shocked at me -- us. 'Oh shit' I thought again. I thought, 'I've lost the love of my life.' I was almost in tears.

I raced over to the reception desk and asked the clerk, "There was a young woman, my age, blue dress, in the lobby over there -- by the lounge -- until about two minutes ago. Did you see her? Is she staying here?"

The young man looked skeptically at me and replied, "I'm sorry sir. I wasn't paying attention to the lobby. What was your friends name?"

"Emily. Emily Trent," I stated firmly to him.

He checked his computer; "I'm sorry sir, I have no one by that name with us tonight."

I turned and ran through the doors out to where the valet and taxi stand was. A taxi was just leaving the hotel grounds. I practically assaulted the valet, a young guy in a bright red uniform and hat. "Did a girl in a blue dress just leave in that cab ... or a car? Was that her?" I gestured towards the now long-gone cab.

"Yea. Yea it was," he said. "I didn't hear what she told the cab driver. She was crying; I did notice that."

I turned and walked in some tight circles trying to figure what to do next or what to say if she ever let me talk to her again. I pulled my cell phone out and tried to call her but she wasn't answering. I didn't leave a message because I couldn't figure out what to say. I didn't even know if her phone was working.

I went back in to the hotel and went up to my room. I knocked and Kim let me in. I went in and flopped in one of the chairs in the room.

"I think I just lost the woman of my dreams," I said. Kim came and stood behind me rubbing my shoulders. I ranted and raved. I cursed my stupidity for getting involved with Grace and Kim and thus what happened only minutes earlier. I wondered what Emily was doing in Kansas City, and how she had found me; I wasn't hiding where I went but I couldn't remember telling her.

I turned to Kim, "What should I do? What could I say that would make this right? Do you think I'll ever get her back?"

Kim asked, "Are you sure you really want this woman? That she's 'the one'?"

"I'm sure! I mean we've only been going out for a few weeks. We were getting to know each other and everything seemed so perfect." I paused and added; "Now I've fucked it up. I don't know where we would have ended up."

"And you didn't know she was here?" Kim asked trying to catch up with the situation.

"No. I don't know why she's in Kansas City. She's in advertising but I didn't know she traveled."

"David," Kim said, "Tell me why you're dating Grace and me? I mean beside the obvious. Sex, I mean."

I looked back at her for a minute thinking how to pose the answer. "Kim, I really like Grace and you. A lot. But it hasn't felt right from the start. Grace is my client. I just don't know how to say ... 'not now' to her ... or you. I've been letting my dick lead me around. It has been great but I keep feeling I shouldn't be doing this since I'm in the process of falling in love with Emily. If she knew, it would be different -- all different."

I paused and Kim came and sat on the bed in front of me. I went on, "I have this philosophy about personal growth. I tried to explain it to Emily a week or so ago too. It has its roots in a philosophy about open marriage. Simply stated, you can have your primary partner but you can have other partners too. The relationships should be based on love, communication, sharing, and care about each other's growth. I guess I wasn't thinking much about Emily's growth and I certainly wasn't communicating any of what was going on here with her."

I thought for a moment and then groaned, "Oh fuck. And then there's Pam." 

Kim nodded; "You told Grace about her and she mentioned her to me."

"Well, I care about her. I could have even gotten serious about her but she didn't seem to want that. At least that's what she told me. Then she like went crazy on me Monday when she found out about Emily and that I was getting serious about her. I didn't get it at all. Oooooh," I groaned, "I have fucked up my life so badly." 

Kim came and put her arm around me. I accepted the move as more sisterly than anything. "Don't worry," she told me, "we'll find a way through this. You'll find a way through this. Let's just think for a while about how to calm the situation down. For one, Emily probably doesn't even know about Grace. All she knows is that we were acting affectionate as we walked in from the cars and got on the elevator."

"Sounds pretty bad if you ask me," I volunteered in a glum voice.

"I won't recommend that you lie to her but you may want to hold back a little," Kim said.

"I may never even get to talk to her ever again," I said. "She looked shocked to see me -- to see us. I just read so much into those seconds when I saw her looking at us. Our relationship is toast. She wouldn't answer her cell phone when I called. She's pissed."

Kim patted the space beside her on the bed and I sat beside her. I let her comfort me but every pore of my body felt miserable. She pulled some pillows down the bed and we just put our heads on them and closed our eyes. 

I kept waking up and I guess I kept waking Kim too. In the morning I got up feeling like a very large truck had hit me. Mentally I was just a wreck. My brain kept racing at solutions to the Emily problem that just weren't there. I left Kim dozing on the bed and went and took a shower. I apologized to her for not being up for a morning 'session'. She blew it off and urged me to concentrate on figuring out how to solve my more immediate problem with Emily.

I tried to call her again and this time left a message pleading with her to call me. I shuffled off to work. 

By mid-morning, some of the other consultants on the project had arrived from New York. Russ was there along with four others. I spent time going over the project with them then took them around the building and introduced them to the others that were forming the two project teams. We went to Grace's office last; she had just returned from her staff meeting. She greeted us all warmly and then we started to leave.

"David," Grace asked nicely, "Could you spare a moment? I have a couple of questions." I motioned for the others to go on back to our assigned office space and then turned to face her.

When everyone was out of earshot Grace said, "Kim called and told me what happened last night -- with Emily. I am so sorry, so very sorry this happened. I feel very much to blame. I know you are feeling terrible right now and if there's any way I can help, please let me know."

I just nodded. I couldn't even think of anything to say to her. There was an awkward silence in the room then I just turned and walked back to my office and the rest of the day's work.

I tried Emily's cell phone again about five o'clock, but still didn't get an answer. Caller ID would alert her that it was me calling and she'd also know she'd missed a call from me even though I didn't leave a message.

About five-thirty I folded up my work and went back to the hotel. I was emotionally drained and now guilty because I hadn't accomplished too much all day. I flopped down on the bed and just lay there staring at the ceiling. 

I tried to analyze my feelings and emotions. I was sad I'd shocked Emily. The scene she'd seen last night would have left no doubt in her mind that I was affectionate to and in some sort of intimate relationship with Kim. It had to do with where we had our hands, our arms, and how we kissed. I was resigned that I'd lost her and would have to keep searching the world for the perfect woman. I would miss the love I felt from her. I would miss the feel of her skin as we pressed our bodies together. The dreams I'd started building would have to be put on ice until a new 'someone' came along if there was ever going to be a new 'someone'. I grieved over the loss of our potential long, long-term relationship. I shifted into being angry with myself, particularly for my weakness in dealing with Grace that first night; I should have said 'No'. Then again, I did feel grateful for the fantastic sex we'd shared and for Grace's introduction of Kim into our sexual games. But if I'd lost Emily did I have to stop that. Maybe one of them was the perfect woman for me but I just hadn't realized it yet. Oh shit! Decisions; decisions.

As I paced the room, I realized that if I ever got to talk to Emily again I would have had to tell her about Grace and Kim sometime soon, just to clear the air. The little story I'd made up a mere twenty-four hours earlier about compartmentalizing my relationships based on how I felt romantically about the women at that moment just was ludicrous today. If I saw her again, I would have had to tell her about Pam too. I felt fortunate that my field of play at this point in time was as limited as it was; a few years earlier I was dating even more women at the same time, but then I wasn't serious about any of them.

I put on my running clothes and went down and started running along Brush Creek. I wanted to torture myself and see if I could cleanse any of my rapidly accumulating demons. I had an interesting line of thinking as I ran; it focused on my philosophy of life and relationships, and challenged some of the points given the situation and how I felt about Emily. 

I started with the supposition that Emily and I were married. How would I have handled the advance that first night by Grace? I decided I would have postponed until Emily and I could have talked. I think Grace would have accepted that. We could have at least done a 'Clinton' and limited the extent to which we got physically involved that stormy night.

I asked myself if there was any benefit to a hypothetical 'us' from my relationship with Grace -- and by extension, Kim? I decided there could have been several depending on how things played out. Grace could influence my career with McKennitt; she was still an ally and willing to help me. I knew if things were to go well in KC that I'd be promoted to partner; and that'd be more money and perquisites too. If there were an 'us' -- Emily and me -- that'd work in our favor. A friendship might have developed between Emily and the other two women but I was uncertain about what that might look like if it had happened. There were always networking opportunities; Grace was high up in her company.

I was hot, sweaty and morose by the time I walked off the run and came back in the hotel. I went to my room, showered and stretched out on the bed. I hadn't gotten but a couple of hours sleep the night before and so I fell asleep. I awoke about two in the morning and paced around the room some more, thinking about Emily, Pam, Grace and Kim. I wondered if it was time to make a decision. Perhaps in Emily's case it was too late. What about Pam? Did she now want to be serious? Should I hang in there with Grace and Kim now that I'd blown the whole thing with Emily? Decisions. I was frozen in time and couldn't decide anything. I lay down and fell asleep again.

The next morning Grace stopped by my office; "You feeling any better?"

"No," I replied in a quiet monotone. "I don't know what to do? Whether there's anything I can do? I wish I could rescue the situation -- to back it up a couple of days and be able to replay it with some other outcome."

"Do you love Emily?" Grace asked.

"Yes. No doubt about it. I think she's the woman I want to be with for the rest of my life," I replied.

"Welllllllllll," Grace said, "don't make any plans for tonight." With that cryptic comment she turned and left my office. The way she made her comment I doubted there was any kind of sexual overtone to it. Perhaps we'd have some sort of talk and she could help me think of ways to woo Emily back to my arms.

I called Emily again on her cell but there was never an answer. I'd now left about a dozen messages at various times of the day and night. I wasn't even sure if her phone was working. Maybe I'd have to wait until the weekend; I'd take a huge bouquet of flowers to her apartment and see if the concierge would let me see her.

I went through Thursday's work on autopilot. I knew I wasn't being very efficient and I doubted I was effective either. I did mostly administrative stuff that was sort of mindless. My mind was racing with alternatives and scenarios for getting to see Emily. I didn't want to stalk her but I did want to see her; was there a balance there?

I spent a little time with Russ explaining some aspects of the project to him. He asked what was wrong and I just told him 'girlfriend problems.' He nodded and asked, "Emily?" I nodded and for now that was the end of that.

At five-thirty Grace stuck her head in my office door. She had a coy smile on her face. "My house at seven o'clock. You should most definitely be there. Eat before you come; I don't have much food. Casual." She turned and left before I could even acknowledge I heard her instructions.

I packed up a few things in my briefcase and headed back to my hotel. I changed and grabbed a sandwich in the lounge then drove to Grace's in my rental car. I pulled up to the house, parked and walked up to the door. I knocked.

Emily opened the door. My heart stopped!

I know I stood there on the stoop with my mouth hanging open for at least a full minute. My brain went dead again and was just failing to compute what was right in front of me.

Finally, she said, "Hello, David," in a soft voice that didn't betray any anger but it also didn't acknowledge any affection either, the way it would have a week earlier.

I finally said, "Hi Emily." I paused and said, "I guess we need to talk, huh?" She nodded and reached for my hand and pulled me inside.

Grace came from the kitchen with a glass of wine for me. She gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek and whispered to me, "Just tell her what you told me this morning." I nodded.

Kim came from the living room carrying her wine glass. She kissed me on the cheek too. It was hard to ignore her since she was wearing short shorts and a tube top that did little to hide her copious breasts. Her long sexy legs were definitely one of her assets as well. She was barefoot and reeked of sexual energy. 

Kim and Grace disappear toward the kitchen -- both smiling. Emily and I went into the living room. 

"Those two women think a lot of you, you know?" Emily said encouragingly.

I nodded. "I like them too." I sighed, "I guess things got a little deep, a little too fast down here over the past weeks. I suppose you know all that. How'd you connect with them?"

Emily said, "Kim got my number off your cell phone after you'd seen me in the lobby. She called the next day after you left for work and left me a message explaining whom she was and that she thought we should meet. She was persuasive. We met at lunch that yesterday, then last night and again over a very long lunch today."

I asked politely, "Why are you in Kansas City? This was your surprise, wasn't it -- from your phone message?"

"Yes. I have an advertising client here. Hallmark is a new customer of my company. I've been assigned to work with their marketing staff down here. This is my first week on the job. There's a colleague of mine here too. We're staying at the Westin downtown -- about three miles from your hotel."

"Wow," was all I could say. I smiled wanly at her. I was wondering if there was anything I could say to make all this all right.

There was a long silence between the two of us. We watched each other. I fell in love all over again and my heart ached.

Finally, I said, "Emily, I know this is probably a bad time to say this but I love you. I will always love you. I can't see how I can live the rest of my life without you."

Emily just sat and looked at me. Then suddenly she was in my arms and we were kissing passionately.

"I love you too," Emily blurted out. She added a moment later, "We need some ground rules. And, you know what, you'll probably be surprised at where we end up with all this. For right now though, please just hold me for a couple of minutes then we'll talk some more. This is where I wanted to be two nights ago when I came looking for you."

"How'd you know my hotel?" I asked as she came into my arms.

"Pam told me," she told me with a grin. "I saw her in the ladies room on Monday and asked her where you usually stayed in Kansas City. I didn't tell her I was coming here. It was just small talk."

Emily paused and then went on, "I could tell she was in love with you the moment you introduced us. I'm guessing that you two had a 'thing' going on too. She had that look."

I asked suspiciously, "Is there anything about me you don't know?" I paused, "Or want to know? I don't want to hide anything from you."

Emily said, "Yeah, I got a lot of details from Grace and Kim. I like them -- a lot. I don't want to hide anything from you eit ..."

"And you're not going to hit me with a vase or something?" I interrupted. "You were really shocked when you saw me with Kim." I kept holding Emily and looking into her lovely face. I stroked her hair as we talked. She had beautiful, natural hair and it was so soft.

Emily added, "Well, no; and yes I was sort of shocked -- just to even see you and with someone. I'd been waiting almost two hours. I ran back to my hotel figuring I should let you be with the woman that turned out to be Kim. I was more surprised than shocked and to be frank about it, there are some things you should know too -- about me."

I looked truly puzzled now.

Emily pulled away from me a little. She said, "This is kind of awkward for me actually. You see, Russ and I have been, ummm, errrr, you might say 'friends with benefits' for the past year. Even when we've been going out with someone else we occasionally get together. And, well, over the past couple of weeks we didn't make any exceptions to that practice."

I know I heard what she said. My brain processed her words about six times and I kept getting the same conclusion. Finally, I said, "Oh!" I couldn't think of anything to add to that profound comment.

We sat in silence looking at each other then I began to laugh. It started as a chuckle deep inside me that I tried to suppress given what I thought was the severity of the situation. Then I had a little snicker that slipped out; I even moved my hand to my mouth hopefully to cover the event. By then I laughed out loud and then I broke into a raucous gale of unrestrained laughter. 

Emily was caught up in it too. She started to laugh and eventually joined me. Apparently she also saw the humor in the situation. I was already feeling better.

Kim and Grace both stuck their heads into the living room with puzzled looks on their faces. Emily gestured for them to come in and they did. Kim sat beside me and Grace sat in a big padded contemporary chair facing the sofa.

Emily said, "What you see here are two young adults who are having troubles giving up their old ways of behaving ... and in both cases with old friends. We both still love each other and we just need some new rules so we don't embarrass each other again." She looked at me and added, "So much for surprises." I hugged her and kissed her cheek.




Decisions Ch. 04



The apartment Riley found himself in was clean and...well, boring. Whoever decorated the place did a good job, with all the right pieces in all the right places, but he felt like he'd walked into a department store display. His eyes fell on the movies and books on the bookshelf and he resolved to look at them at some point. They had to be more informative of his companion than this room. Than the entire apartment, probably.

He wandered towards the kitchen, where Jacob was examining the various menus, looking at them as though they were completely foreign. "Is there something wrong? If you'd rather I leave, just let me know."

"No! I mean, no I don't want you to leave, but... This is a very confusing turn of events you know, Riley."

"I know. It's confusing for me, too. In the course of one afternoon, I went from not wanting anything to do with men, to thinking I'm too submissive, to propositioning you."

The astonished expression on Jacob's face elicited a wide grin from Riley, who chose one of the menus at random and handed it over. No matter how confident and at ease he portrayed himself to be, or how certain he'd been earlier, Riley felt giant butterflies in his stomach. A moment of bravado and now he had to follow through. He probably didn't have to, but deep inside he didn't feel able to change his mind.

It wouldn't be fair to Jacob. He sat down on the couch, tucking his legs under his body and stared at the blank television screen. Sara might have some theory or explanation on why he was acting so contrary to his personality. Closing his eyes, Riley tried to imagine Sara's explanation.

He figured there were probably two ways she would go to help him. Either she would diagnose him with some split personality disorder, or she would laugh and say he was simply attracted to Jacob and had trouble accepting that truth. For almost a year, he had clutched at his 'decisions' as though they were a lifeline and it proved difficult to let go.

Up and down, back and forth, these changes in his feelings and emotions were exhausting. Riley knew he needed to stop thinking and analyzing everything or he'd make himself sick. All he had to remember was that Jacob was attractive and he wanted the man. He wanted to be naked with Jacob, touching and being touched.

It had been so long since he felt these emotions. If he was honest, and he rarely was about this at least, he hadn't felt much for Hunter at the end of their so-called relationship. What he had wanted to keep hold of was the idea Hunter represented, not Hunter himself.

"You're looking very serious."

Riley jumped, startled from his thoughts when Jacob came to sit beside him on the couch. "I have no clue what I'm doing here."

"Listen, we'll just share a meal and talk. Later I can give you a lift back to your..."

"No! No, that's not what I meant." Riley sat up straight, keeping his eyes on the handsome man beside him. In the low light of the living room, Jacob's fiery hair seemed to glow with a lift of its own. "One moment, all I want is to push you down and kiss you. The next moment, I think it would be wonderful if you would push me down and take total control. I just...I'm not sure which I should be."

"You don't have to choose. At times, I might take the initiative, other times you'll do it. There's nothing to say that only one partner has to be what you call 'in control'. Even in the space of a few minutes, we can alternate, going with what feels good. And if you or I want to stop, that's fine too."

This man couldn't be for real. He was so understanding and calm. Riley stared off to the side for a moment, sifting through what he knew about himself, what he'd learned and what he wanted. It all came down to one conclusion: he wanted to indulge himself and make a connection with Jacob.

Even before he formulated that thought, his breathing started to get shallow and quicker. His decision, made back in Jacob's office, was now confirmed and accepted. Riley didn't give himself time to think, knowing he would talk himself into doubting that this was the right thing to do. He reached out and slid his hands around Jacob, pulling the man close to claim his lips.

The initial touch was light and soft, tasting a new flavor. Quicker than he would have thought, the embrace wasn't enough and he pressed harder, shifting his body until it pressed against the other man. His breath hitched when Jacob let his hands drift beneath the shirt, touching the bare skin of his back. So hot! The touch nearly burned him, raising goose bumps everywhere he wasn't touched.

They both decided to try to gain admittance to the other's mouth at the same time, the tips of their tongues touching. Riley made a sound in the back of his throat, his head spinning at the delicious contact. Never in his life had he felt this way. Excitement crackled through his body, sending him forward to try to get more contact.

When the bell first sounded, neither one of the men responded to it. Slowly, however, they realized what it meant and Jacob pulled back even as Riley released him from the tight embrace. Jacob fixed his appearance as best he could before answering the door to accept delivery of their meal, but the young woman's smirk informed him that he hadn't done too good of a job.

As wonderful as kissing and touching Riley was, Jacob couldn't help but wonder at the complete turnaround in behavior. He didn't think he was taking advantage, exactly; Riley was aware of the disparity and still wanted to move forward. What he did worry about was what would happen after. He didn't know if this chemistry between them was simple lust or something more. He wanted it to be more, as much as that thought shocked him, but Riley's expectations were another matter.

Would it bother him if Riley left tonight and they never repeated what might happen later? Usually, Jacob would be fine with that, taking things as they came, but he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He had at times thought more could develop with partners, male or female, but when it didn't it didn't bother him. Would it be the same now? For some reason, he didn't think so.

It was on the tip of his tongue to discuss things with Riley, sound out the young man, but everything logical fled in the next moment. He felt the back of his shirt lift up and a wet tongue lick at the skin of his lower back.

"Are you very hungry right now, Jacob?" The low whisper teased at his skin, inflaming him more. "I could stand to wait a bit longer to eat. There are other things I'd rather do right at this moment."

"I'm not starving. Not for food anyway."

Riley took a small bite from just above Jacob's belt and stood up. His eyes were half-closed, burning with lust and desire, as he looked up at Jacob. The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips, which curved into an inviting smile.

"Good. That's very good, because I want you to get me naked and touch me everywhere. I want you to take me into your room. I want to undress you and put my mouth on every inch of you."

Jacob grabbed Riley and crushed their lips together. He thrust his tongue inside the welcoming, open mouth and swept it over every surface, tasting teeth, cheeks, and gums. They moved toward the bedroom, bumping into the chair and nearly tripping over their briefcases.

Halfway to the bedroom door, Riley fell back against the wall, pulling Jacob up against his body. He gasped and wrapped one leg as high as he could around Jacob's body. It wasn't easy since there was very little room between them, but he managed to shrug out of his ugly shirt. The torn t-shirt followed quickly, forcing them to part momentarily.

Whimpers emerged as Riley stroked his hands over the broad, shirt-clad chest in front of him. It felt decadent and sexy to be partially naked while Jacob was still fully clothed. It made him feel like...he didn't know how, couldn't concentrate to finish any thoughts, but he loved it. He grabbed hold of the other's hands and lifted them over his head. He was taking charge, yet he was forcing Jacob to take control, to control him in every sense. It was strange and wonderful and he wanted more.

Finally, Jacob did what Riley wanted. He transferred Riley's hands into one of his own, while the other drifted down to undo the buttons of the jeans. Riley stretched and writhed, trying to find words to encourage the other man but too out of breath to actually form them. Not being able to talk or think was so liberating for him. He knew he tended to overanalyze and overreact and that was the last thing he wanted right then.

It took several seconds for Riley to realize that Jacob was talking to him. The voice was low and husky, curling through his body, almost stroking with its delightful sensuality. "What do you want? Tell me what you're looking for with me."

"I...I want, oh god I want. Anything...everything...it's so good. I don't want to think." He managed to dart forward quickly enough to lick at the mouth that had him mesmerized. "I need to be overwhelmed by you." Riley felt his rapid breathing mingle with Jacob's, the warm air combining and caressing his skin. "I've been so worried that I shouldn't want to give everything up, to relinquish myself, but dear God it's what I want."

With a few economical movements, Jacob had Riley's pants down to the ground and moaned at the realization that there was nothing underneath. As soon as Riley stepped out of the jeans, he would be completely naked, except for his socks. Jacob placed his hands on the small, firm ass and lifted so he could move them into the bedroom and onto the bed.

For the longest time, Riley was right back in the dream he'd had what felt like ages ago. This time, however, he knew who was kissing and touching him. He whimpered and moaned at the mouth that pressed open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and throat to his chest. He sucked in his breath as teeth and tongue played at his nipples until they ached and throbbed. Riley opened his eyes and watched Jacob torture him, glad that unlike his dream he could see everything clearly.

At each touch to his nipples, invisible threads sent the sensations directly to his cock, causing it to twitch and jump. He wanted to laugh when he lifted his arms above his head and encountered the headboard. It had bars and he clutched at them tightly, panting and arching up to press more of his flesh into the wet heat at his chest.

He couldn't tell whether he lost track, or Jacob just skipped over some parts, but suddenly he could feel those wonderful teeth nibbling around his belly button. Without warning or any kind pattern, Jacob occasionally dipped his tongue into his Riley's navel, which made him jump and whine.

Riley couldn't stand anymore and moved his hands from the headboard to those broad shoulders that were almost out of reach. He alternately pulled and shoved, needing to taste and give something back to the man who was driving him insane. In so little time, Jacob showed him that it was all right to let go, to take what was offered and to ask for what he needed. He couldn't ask, couldn't make his voice work, but now he needed to put his mouth on Jacob. 

"Oh, oh God, look at that!"

His eyes widened at the sight of the cock in front of his face. It wasn't so long that it would be hard to take all the way into his mouth and throat. He would just have to work at it a little bit. What might make it more difficult was that it was so thick. Riley wanted to keep staring at it, but his tongue seemed to have a mind of its own and ran up the underside. He felt the pulsing of the big vein, so hot, and made a happy noise in the back of his throat.

"Shit! Riley that feels so good. I don't usually...not without a rubber..."

"Then you're clean," Riley whispered, letting his lips brush against the hot flesh. "I haven't done anything in a year and kept up my testing. It's up to you, but I think we're good going without for oral."

He pulled back reluctantly, waiting for the decision, whichever it ended up being. He preferred without the taste of latex, but couldn't force his desire. Not about this, anyway.

Time stretched out. It felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than a few seconds. Jacob finally let his head fall back and nodded. "Go for it. I trust you if you trust me."

Some might feel smug or victorious at the capitulation, but Riley only felt grateful and somewhat awed at the trust handed to him. He wrapped his lips around the hard shaft, almost feeling it in his own aching length. His fingers stroked and petted every bit of skin he could reach and rejoiced at the different textures. The belly and hip above his head were soft and smooth, while the thighs below were hard and covered with what he considered the right amount of hair.

Jacob thought this might well be the best blowjob he'd ever received. He clenched his hands in the blankets beneath him, concentrating hard on keeping still when all he wanted was to thrust up into the hot, wet mouth and throat that worked his aroused flesh.

"Come up here," Jacob said, nearly growling as he pushed the words past clenched teeth.

"Yes! I want to. Please."

Riley didn't think he was making sense, but it didn't matter. He crawled up and attacked the mouth that was already open and waiting for him. His hands pushed through the beautiful red hair. That hair that made him think of fire and heat.

He found himself on his back. Jacob had rolled them to take control, fitting their bodies together from mouth to groin. Riley would have screamed at the electric feeling of their two cocks pressed together if his mouth were free. Instead, Jacob swallowed his ecstatic cry, sucking it in with his tongue.

Once again, Riley brought his hands up to the headboard to hang on as he wrapped his legs around Jacob. This he could do. He was glad that Jacob didn't try anything other than the wonderful grinding that stole his breath away. Letting go with one hand, Riley reached down to try and fit it between their two bodies, wanting to touch and help himself forward into orgasm. He couldn't manage it and whimpered, bucking up as much as he was able with the greater weight keeping him still.

Jacob sat up on his knees, sitting back on his heels, pulling Riley to straddle his thighs. In this position, one of Jacob's arms around his back to keep him from falling, Riley wrapped his hand around both shafts, joined after a moment by Jacob.

It didn't take long before Riley threw his head back and wailed. His voice echoed around the room as he coated both their chests, bellies and thighs with his come. He heard Jacob issue a muted shout to join him, adding to the wet heat between them.

"Jacob. Jacob, so good."

He wanted to say so much more, hampered by his panting and the drowsiness that swept through him. Never had he come so hard and it amazed him. He was barely aware of Jacob leaving the bed, returning after a few moments with a wet cloth to wipe them both off. Drifting off to sleep, he couldn't help the satisfied smile as he pressed tightly against the strong, hard body behind him.

******

The room was completely dark when Jacob woke up. He found himself wrapped around a warm body and smiled as he remembered the previous evening. They never had gotten to eat their take-out and his stomach was registering its complaint with rumbling. He tried to remove his arm from around Riley's waist, but the other man was holding onto it and tightened his hand as soon as he tried.

If he couldn't move, then Jacob would enjoy himself. Gently, he stroked along the incredibly soft skin of hip and leg. The very light dusting of hair only seemed to increase the silkiness. Jacob let his fingers glide over the stomach and felt the muscles clench. When he brought his touch over to the crack of Riley's ass, however, the entire body beside him tensed up and he heard a whimper. The sound wasn't one of desire, but of fear.

"No, please, it hurts too much. I don't want you to touch me there." Jacob frowned and stilled his hand.

"Shh, I won't hurt you. I wouldn't ever hurt you."

"What?" Riley stretched and yawned before turning confused eyes to Jacob. "Did you say something?"

Jacob realized that Riley hadn't been talking to him, only talking in his sleep. "Who hurt you, honey? I know you said earlier that you didn't like full-on sex, but I didn't think it was because you'd been hurt. Will you tell me about it?"

"I don't think Hunter hurt me, only that I was hurt, if you see what I mean. I was the one who wanted it, and he did use his fingers to stretch me first, so it's probably me. Even though I asked for it, was ready for it to happen, I couldn't take it."

"Did you use lots of lube? Did he give you time to adjust to him?"

Riley ducked his head, but he didn't feel too embarrassed, perhaps because it was so dark in the room. "Lube yes, and he was a little quick. We were in the backseat of his car, because I didn't want to wait. He apologized for being fast, saying I was too...too..."

He couldn't finish. Suddenly, he felt so stupid and naïve, knowing that he had played right into Hunter's hands. Even if all those pretty words were sincere in the moment, they were based on a foundation of lies. Hunter had played him expertly with careful manipulation. Now, after all this time, he could see how one-sided the supposed relationship was.

Most of the time, after Hunter came, there was little or no reciprocating. Their encounters were always in places where they could be interrupted and so they didn't linger, like restaurant or club bathrooms, the office and the car. The few times Riley received release when they were together, it was mainly just a hand job or some grinding. Why hadn't he seen it them, when it was so blatantly obvious now?

Because of Jacob. Jacob hadn't only been after his own gratification. He had touched, caressed and made sure that Riley got as good as he gave. It was the first time in his life that someone had cared if he was enjoying himself. All of a sudden, he felt overwhelmed. Turning his head, he sobbed into the pillow, clutching at Jacob's arm all the while.

Thankfully, instead of trying to cajole him out it, Jacob simply rubbed his back and told him it was all right. Riley believed him and felt better as he drifted back to sleep.

******

Riley and Jacob didn't see each other until the Friday following their encounter. They needed to rush out the door the morning after, because Jacob got a call that someone attacked Andrew Baxter, who was then rushed to the hospital during the night. Riley needed to wait for the answers to his inquiries before doing anything else on the case, so he turned his attention to other files on his desk.

His emotions were on a rollercoaster ride over those days they were apart. He didn't regret what he'd done, but he did need to examine everything to see where that change of mind had come from. That was the biggest thing on his mind, distracting him when he was following a subject or writing up reports for clients.

How did someone go from 'I want nothing to do with people in a personal manner' to 'I want to be in bed with this person'? It didn't make sense to him. Sara was amused by his mutterings and told him the reason was clear. He really liked Jacob and his body informed him of that even if it took his mind time to catch up. It seemed so simple, but there had to be more to it than that. Right?

Early on Friday, Jacob called and asked if they could get together. He suggested a restaurant where they could meet for supper, and they could decide what else to do while they were there. The days of uneasiness vanished as he agreed immediately. The instant he hung up the phone, his only thought was what to wear. He shook his head at himself, but somehow, couldn't make himself care.

"Riley, it's good to see you."




Decisions Ch. 04



He smiled at Jacob and slid into the seat across the table. "It's good to see you, too. How is Mr. Baxter doing?"

"He's getting better, although he still can't remember what happened. His last memory is walking to his car with the officer in charge of keeping an eye on him. Both of them were struck by rocks, of all things."

"Whoever it was had to have been very close, then." Riley reached for the menu and looked it over. There was something bothering him, but he couldn't put his finger on it right then. "Any idea when he'll be able to work on the sketch? I admit to being curious about who this Shane MacCready might be."

"No plans for that until after the weekend. Have you given any thought to what you'd like to do after we've eaten?"

Jacob didn't mind talking about work, but he didn't want that to be their only conversation. He wanted to talk about them and get to know the man he found so intriguing. Riley had been in his thoughts often over the past few days. More than he was comfortable with, especially when he needed to focus on his cases.

"I've given lots of thought to what I'd like to do," Riley answered with a grin, face turning pink. "I guess it depends on how public, or private, you're looking for."

"I think a little public, followed by some private, would suit me fine."

They shared a smile, enjoying each other, until the waiter came by to take their orders. Riley knew he had to talk to Jacob. He needed to let the other know that his interest wasn't merely about sex. It was also important to try and explain, maybe even get help in figuring out, why he'd experienced such an about face.

It was liberating just to jump in with both feet, without the need for anguished deliberation. If they had more in common than wanting short-term sex, he was willing to give it a chance. If they never did more than meet and enjoy each other for the duration of the case, then that was fine too. So long, Riley cautioned himself, that they were both on the same page. He would never again simply assume anything. That way was certain to bring more pain, not only for him, but possibly also for Jacob. The last thing in the world he wanted was to mislead anyone the way Hunter had misled him.

Of course, all his caution would come to nothing unless they were honest with one another. That thought nearly made Riley jump in his chair. He trusted Jacob to be truthful with him. There was no doubt in his mind, that if he discussed his expectations or needs, Jacob would both listen and understand. It was this certainty that allowed him to give in to his desires on Wednesday, even if he hardly knew the man. He was Blue's brother, and he was certain that they both had the same basic goodness in them.

"Oh man. Look, I swear that I had no idea they would be here tonight." Riley looked over and frowned at Jacob, confused by the words and the hesitation he saw. "Blue and Harley just came in and they're sure to see us. This isn't some kind of set-up."

"I believe you. I'm not sure I'm ready to see Blue. I was so horrible to him and he has every right to march over here and blast me. Let me go to the bathroom for a bit and you can warn him about my being here with you."

He hurried towards the back of the restaurant and ducked into the restroom, barely avoiding a collision with a man who was exiting. Fear and anxiety filled him as he wondered what his old friend would do and say once he knew that Riley was there in the same restaurant. Would he come here and yell at him; warn him to stay away from his brother? Would he wait out in the main room to do the yelling there? Whichever he chose, it would be no less than Riley deserved.

He paced around, chewing on his lower lip. Several scenarios played through his head of what might be happening at the table where he'd been having such a lovely start to a...a date. God, his first real, adult date and he was hiding here in the bathroom like some sort of coward.

Back at the table, Jacob watched the young man hurry off and felt a well of sadness at the fear and uncertainty he saw in those pretty green eyes. He was distracted when he heard Blue call his name.

"This is a wonderful surprise. May we join you?" Blue came to a stop beside the table with a happy smile at the sight of his older brother, before he noticed the other setting. "Oh, you're here with someone. Anyone I know, or should we make ourselves scarce?"

"I'm here with Riley, actually. He just had to excuse himself for a moment."

"When he saw I was here. He doesn't want to see me, does he?"

Jacob shook his head at the sad sigh. "No, but not for the reason you think. He's afraid you'll be angry with him and wants to give you time to leave if that's what you want. Riley is working as a private investigator these days. I found out when the law firm hired him to help on a case. He was working when you ran into him the other day and needed to get away before he was spotted. He feels so bad about it and thinks you'll never be able to forgive him for treating you so horribly."

Blue dropped down into the chair in shock, staring across at his brother as the words sank in. After what happened a year ago, and then pushing during their last meeting, Blue figured Riley wouldn't want to forgive him, not that Riley thought he didn't deserve Blue's forgiveness. It was such a strange situation.

Harley laid a hand on his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. With just that touch, Blue knew what Harley wanted to say. He was giving Blue permission to go to Riley and make things right. Not that he needed the permission, exactly, but that his own apologies were to be extended.

While Riley paced in the restroom, and worried and waited, he did what he always did to relax: worked on the details of a case. Right now, he was going through what information he had gathered about Andrew Baxter and Shane MacCready. There appeared to be no record of Shane MacCready existing, at least not as he would appear to Andrew Baxter. None of the personal information pertaining to the man was true, although that could change once they had a sketch or picture of the man. Perhaps he could find a yearbook from the years the two men attended college and look through it for any possible information.

What else did he know? Not much, except that MacCready had a past with the victim and seemed reluctant to let her go. His mind touched on the letters, even though all he knew about their contents was the signature line:  Your only real love, SHNM. That had to be important. Looking at it, it seemed to confirm the identity. SM were the initials for Shane MacCready. All right, so if they could figure out what the other two initials stood for, the HN, perhaps that would lead them in the right direction. He could search the yearbook for people with names starting with those letters.

He started listing possibilities in his head, but the door opened before he got very far and interrupted him. Riley froze at the sight of Blue, unmistakable with his blue hair even with his downturned face. Their eyes met once the door closed, and both spoke at the same time.

"I'm sorry." They chuckled at how perfectly timed their words were. Riley took a deep breath and plunged onward, speaking the apology he'd practiced so many times before their last argument. 

"I knew, deep down, that you didn't mean to hurt or upset me by what you did. It was just such a shock that I reacted without thinking and did so badly. If things hadn't gone so wrong with Hunter the very next day, I would have apologized to you when you showed up at my apartment. Then there's the whole fiasco last week. I panicked when I saw my mark noticing our encounter and said such hateful, horrible things to you, none of which you deserved."

"Riley, even though I had the best of intentions, it was not my place to agree or disagree with your involvement with Hunter. It was most unfair of me to try and set you up, without at least discussing it with you."

"Let's put it behind us. Both of us made mistakes, and both of us are very sorry. I am...happy to get to know your brother. This whole thing between he and I is very confusing, but I do like him. I like him very much."

They embraced for a moment, separating when someone opened the door. Harley was there asking if they ever intended returning to the table so they could finally eat. Laughter followed them back to Jacob and Riley wondered when the last time he had felt so happy was. Truly happy, rather than just going along as he now realized he'd been doing even in his interaction with Sara.

******

"I want you to take me, Jacob."

They had barely entered the apartment when Riley pressed himself close and whispered those words. He hadn't intended to say anything right away, had wanted to wait until they were a little more along with their touching and kissing. Those activities had begun down in the car but neither wanted to get too involved down where they could be seen and interrupted. It was this consideration that made Riley want to make his own intentions clear.

"Please don't feel you have to do this," Jacob whispered back, nuzzling into the light brown hair. "We can wait until you're absolutely certain it's what you want."

"I am certain. Can we at least try? Maybe I'll find that I can't, but now I feel like I can do this and want to do it with you. Ever since we met again, you linger in my thoughts and in my dreams. I never thought I could be attracted to anyone again, but you've blown through all my defenses."

Jacob pressed light kisses from forehead to mouth, gently tasting and loving. Riley experienced the sweetest, most wonderful touches of his life. He opened his mouth on a sigh and accepted the questing tongue, heart fluttering at how right it all felt. Their tongues stroked and teased until all thought fled from his mind. Clinging tightly to the strong shoulders before him, Riley melted into Jacob, confident of being held and supported.

Quick fingers undid the buttons of his shirt before spreading open the two sides. The gasp of pleasure at the sight made him blush. Riley didn't understand it. He had been completely naked with this man before, but the reaction he got made him feel shy and unsure. His own fingers shook slightly as he worked at Jacob's shirt needing to feel the press of skin to his own and maybe feel more at ease.

Jacob eased the shirt down his arms before shrugging out of his own. With a lust-filled expression, he drank in the sight in front of him. "Oh God, Riley, you're so beautiful."

"Please don't," Riley murmured, lowering his eyes to the last button he undid.

A finger lifted his chin. Riley saw those incredible brown eyes looking at him with confusion. "Why?"

Thinking and talking about a small, random conversation that had so shaped his self-perception wasn't high on Riley's list of things to do. It seemed so silly and inconsequential after so many years and so many experiences. It was silly and obviously still a problem if he couldn't take a simple compliment.

To give himself time, Riley gently disengaged from the embrace and moved off to the window. It would be easier to talk without having to look at Jacob. He remembered that day, back when high school graduation was fast approaching. He was already out to everyone, even if he was still fairly inexperienced, and getting ready to move to the city for college.

"I came out to my friends and family when I was fifteen, mostly because the way I'm built automatically made the guys in school think I was gay. When it became clear it would continue whatever I said or did, I just admitted it. I didn't really have a hard time of it, although it sure felt like it at the time. Other than jibes and insults from the jocks, I didn't have to endure much. No beatings or anything like that, anyway. I was on the receiving end of a couple of punches, but overall, it was good.

"My parents were good about it too. They were confused and unsure what to do, but they insisted they loved me anyway and did their best to be understanding. My close friends didn't turn away and if we weren't as close as before, they stood by me. See? Compared to some, Blue for example, I pretty much sailed through it unscathed."

His voice trailed off, remembering that time in his life. He had no regrets about the way his life had been shaped, even if his hand was forced in the matter of his coming out. Having heard several horror stories after moving to the city, he was quite pleased with his background, though he never bragged about it to people.

Now he was at the part of the story that would explain why he came to detest his delicate build, even though he was more filled out than he was back in school. He had grown more after leaving school, worked to build his muscle mass even if it was still pitiful when compared to someone like Jacob.

He was quiet for a long time. Jacob excused himself to get some beer from the kitchen and then encouraged Riley to sit on the couch. Riley complied, but still kept his eyes down, fixed on the bottle he held in his hands. It wasn't until prompted to continue that he found his voice. He sighed and gathered his courage.

"Two weeks before graduation, I was called into the counselor's office. He wanted to give me information on scholarships and loans I might be qualified for. I didn't need them, because my grandmother had a college fund for me and I was good for lodgings. My cousins lived right near campus and offered to put me up.

"I'm not entirely sure how, but the conversation came around to my orientation. Mr. Warden advised me to keep the fact that I was gay to myself. I was very surprised and asked him why. He told me that..."

Again, Riley let his voice trail off. He remembered how shocked and upset he felt at the explanation. He remembered being angry the more Mr. Warden talked. He should have dismissed the man immediately. Maybe he should even have reported him to the school, because as a counselor his advice was supposed to be solid and helpful. Instead, he'd let the words fester and take root in his mind. The fear grew until it was seemingly confirmed the first week of the summer term he'd signed up for.

"What did he tell you?"

The soft-spoken question, loud enough for Riley to hear, but low enough not to startle, allowed him to continue. He felt his lips twist wryly and he hunched his shoulders further.

"That since I was such a pretty little twink, none of my teachers would take me seriously and I wouldn't make good progress in my lessons. He then..."

"He what!?" The exclamation startled Riley into swinging his eyes up to see Jacob's angry countenance. "I can't believe he would say something like that!"

"Yes, I was taken aback," he replied cautiously, before going back to finish the advice he received from Mr. Warden. "He then warned me that if I decided to be open, to take care not to be taken in by flattering words about my looks. Some professors, he said, might take advantage of what they believed to be my lack of intelligence. That was followed about the different kinds of gay people there were out there."

Even though he was gay and admitted it freely, Riley never actually did much research about the subject. He didn't know anyone else who was openly gay. There were some in town, but they weren't really acquainted and he didn't feel comfortable seeking them out just for information. After he got into college, and the apparent truth of Mr. Warden's warning became clear, he didn't particularly want to find out more.

Riley was only vaguely aware that Jacob had begun to pace in front of the couch, still angered about the revelation. He saw it, but it didn't really register, since he was lost in the past, wondering if he should talk about what happened to him that summer. It was highly embarrassing and even though it explained why he took the warning to heart afterwards, it wasn't really relevant.

He didn't get a chance to decide one way or the other. Jacob crouched down in front of Riley, one hand cradling his cheek while the other took hold of his shoulder. It took a moment before the words sank in, because the touches felt so nice.

"How could you have believed him? He was so obviously just spouting off nonsense about something he didn't have a clue about. The man probably did a very superficial search and stumbled on some obsolete information that wasn't the least bit accurate. Anyone with half a brain would have known that!"

Riley didn't think; he reacted. He shoved Jacob back and felt a thrill of satisfaction when the man fell over. "Fuck you! It's so good to know that, while that definition of a twink is not true, I'm still just a pretty face without half a brain. Don't bother getting up. With the door right there, I should be able to see myself out without getting lost in the process."

Luckily, he was able to find a cab as soon as he reached the sidewalk. He finished buttoning up his shirt and pushed the heels of his hands hard into his eyes. How could he have been so stupid again! He'd let his guard down, started believing in himself after a year of self-doubt, only to find he truly was incredibly stupid.

How could that be? He finished his college courses in just under three years, so he had to be smart. Yet, once again, the moment he found a man who attracted him, who he believed was sincere with him, it was only to find they were only using him. No, Jacob hadn't used him. Riley was the one who had chased after him. He was the one who deceived himself that Jacob saw him as more than just a beautiful face. It was all his fault.

If he was fair, he couldn't compare this with what happened with Hunter. Hunter really had deceived him, pretending to find him intelligent, with opinions that mattered. From now on, he wouldn't let himself forget the lesson learned from Mr. Hunter Nelson.

A new and irrelevant thought intruded on his self-pity and shocked him. No, it couldn't be true. Riley sifted through bits of half-forgotten conversations and information contained on his computer. It was thin, but now that the thought had come to him, he couldn't dismiss it.

He laughed when the first thing that came to mind was to call Jacob and run through the possibility with him. God, he really was stupid when it came to people. He might be smart when it came to work and books, but for the rest of it, everyone else was right. He didn't have a clue. 



Decisions Ch. 04



CHAPTER 4 – SAM POV

I woke up the next morning feeling warm and loved, but empty. Daddy had stretched out on his back at some point in the night and I had positioned myself half on top of him. My head rested on his chest, my left arm wrapped around his torso and a leg thrown over him. My pussy missed his dick, but I was content with its position against his strong thigh. I wanted to make sure that we got in some time to play before I had to get ready for school, so I started to grind my pussy against his thigh, while pinching his left nipple in between my fingers and moving my face to kiss his chest.

Watching my Daddy's cock harden as I played with him and my pussy assaulted his leg was so fucking hot. I mean, I knew I made him hard, we practically fucked all weekend long, but to actually get to watch that beautiful cock get longer and harder, the head grow dark red, even see a little bead of cum starting to leak out of the tip, made me practically gush all over him.

"Mmm... you like what you see, baby?" 

I was so lost in my watching that I didn't realize Daddy had woken up.

"God yes, Daddy. Your cock loves me, it woke up just for me."

He reached the hand wrapped around my back down to my ass, starting to knead my cheeks. I moved my own hand from his nipple slowly down his chest and stomach to where his hard cock was begging for my attention.

Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I moaned in satisfaction. This was mine. No one else got to love and kiss and fuck my Daddy's cock. I started to move my head down, I just had to taste him, lick that droplet of cum off of his gorgeous cock, but Daddy clearly had other ideas.

He shocked me when he spanked my ass with one hand and grabbed a fistful of my hair in the other, jerking my head back towards him.

"Did I say you could suck my cock, Samantha?"

"What? But... I just wanted to taste you Daddy!"

"I don't care. I'm in charge here and I don't want my cock to get dirty from that filthy mouth of yours."

The gleam in his eye told me that he was teasing, but I really wanted his dick before school and I was afraid he wouldn't let me have it.

"Please Daddy? I can't wait until after you get home from work before I can taste you again!"

"Don't worry, Sammy, you'll taste me before then. I'm going to cum on your face and in your slutty mouth before you go to school. You're going to taste my cum in your mouth all day long. Just not yet. Go take a shower, baby, get ready for school. Then we'll have some fun." He smacked my ass again and winked, then got out of the bed himself before I could try to start something.

I pouted, but got up and went into his bathroom to shower.

"No playing with your pussy while you're in there either, Sam!" I heard him call out to me just after I stepped in the shower.

I washed quickly, but when I went back into Daddy's room, naked and dripping wet, hoping to entice him to a quick fuck, he wasn't there.

I pouted some more, but headed to my room to dress for school. I put on a skirt and thong, giving Dad easy access, still hoping for a fuck this morning. Making sure to keep my attire somewhat conservative (I really did try not to dress slutty for school), I put on a polo shirt, opting for a preppy look today.

When I got downstairs, I couldn't help but continue to pout. I thought for sure something different would happen this morning, but Dad was sitting at the kitchen table in his bathrobe, reading the newspaper and eating his cereal like he did every other day of the week. He had prepared my usual fruit bowl as well and it sat at my place at the table.

I dropped down into my seat and picked at my breakfast sullenly. I didn't say anything to him as we sat there like any other normal father and daughter having breakfast, just wondered what the hell was going on.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and got up from the table, leaving my half-eaten breakfast and went to the den to get my books for school. When I walked back past the kitchen towards the front door with my book bag in hand, he was still just sitting at the table, acting as though nothing was wrong.

I grabbed my keys from the table in the foyer and as I reached for the doorknob I heard him call out, "Just where do you think you're going, Samantha?"

You have got to be kidding me!!

Not moving, I yelled back angrily, "To school. Where the fuck else would I be going at 7 o'clock on a Monday morning? What the fuck does it matter to you?"

Despite all the filth that had spewed from my mouth this weekend while we were fucking, I knew I was pushing it with my language this morning. I really just didn't give a shit. I didn't understand what had changed overnight to make him go back to treating me like he did before.

"Don't use that tone or those words with me young lady," he growled. And suddenly he was right on top of me, pushing me up against the door. I could feel his hard cock pressing up against my ass through his bathrobe and my skirt. How I wished we didn't have those layers of clothing between us so that I could just swivel my hips a little and have him seated deep inside of me.

"You will respect me in this house, do you understand? I told you what I was going to do this morning. Why couldn't you just trust that I had a plan? Your childish behavior almost makes me not want to follow through. But really, the plan was more for me than it was for you anyway. So turn around and get down on your fucking knees."

Oh. My. Fuck.

My pussy was absolutely dripping after that little speech, my thong drenched and basically useless.

Doing as he asked, I turned around and dropped to my knees, dropping my book bag in the process. He opened his robe and let it fall to the floor behind him, his gorgeous cock staring me in the face.

"Now, my precious little girl, I believe you said something recently about wanting to be treated like a whore. Is that right?"

I could only moan in response, mesmerized by his cock right in front of me. Salivating at the thought of having it in my mouth. Deep in my throat.

Pulling my hair and forcing me to look back up at him he said, "You will answer me, Samantha, or you won't get to have any fun this morning. Do you want to be treated like a whore?"

He slapped me lightly on the face when I didn't answer right away, and it was enough to break my inability to speak. "Oh God yes, Daddy. But I just want to be your whore, just my Daddy's whore. Your obedient slut. Just yours."

"Good answer, baby. Now, open your mouth wide, and get ready for my cock. No hands."

He still had a fistful of my hair in his hand and he used it to guide my face, my willing mouth, towards him until I finally got the head of it in my mouth. He guided it in slowly, and I moaned at the taste of him.

I ran my tongue around the head of his dick, licking the cum dripping out of the tip that I had wanted to taste ever since I first woke up. I love the taste of my dad's cum. He pushed his dick into my mouth slowly until the head of it hit my tonsils. I took a deep breath through my nose and opened my throat to him, taking another inch of him deep into my throat until my nose was pressed into his pelvis and I could feel his balls against my chin.

"Look at me, baby."

He held my head impaled on his cock so that I could just barely look up at his face. I felt his cock twitch in my throat when my eyes met his.

"Fuck, you look amazing with my cock in deep in your whore mouth. Are you ready for me to fuck your face, Sammy?"

I couldn't nod or speak, so I just moaned, letting the vibrations of my throat massage his cock.

At that, he swore lightly under his breath and pulled my face out of his lap. I opened my lips a bit to get some much-needed air, but Daddy plunged his throbbing pole back into my mouth before I could really recover. He held my face down against his pelvis again, so that the swollen head of his dick was buried past my tonsils. I was sure you could see the outline of his thick meat if you looked at my neck. After a few moments of this I started to gag and cough, spewing spit and drool out the sides of my mouth, and wetting his cock further. When I started to see stars, I had to push him away with my hands on his thighs. I loved the feeling of him choking me with his dick, using me for only his pleasure, and I wished so hard that I didn't need oxygen and I could keep is dick in my mouth forever.

He backed off, letting me breathe, but grabbed my wrists in one of his hands.

"I'll let you breathe when I'm good and ready, slut. You do not get to decide when it's time to take your mouth off my cock. No hands for you now. Keep them behind your back. If you use them again, you won't get to taste my cum before you go to school."

Oh God. I really hoped he kept taking charge like this forever. There's nothing I loved more than to be called a whore and told how I'm going to take it; that I have no choice but to do as I'm told.

"That's a good little whore," he told me when I clasped my hands together behind my back. "I'm going to fuck your face now. I'm going to pretend that your mouth is your cunt and I'm going to pound into you. Do you want that, baby?"

There was nothing I wanted more in that moment. "Fuck yes, Daddy. Please fuck my mouth. Please fuck your horny, slutty daughter's mouth."

I would have said more, kept begging, but he shoved his cock back into my mouth and fucked in and out, using my hair as leverage. For my part, I just kept my mouth open and my tongue hanging out so that he could have the wettest, sloppiest face fuck ever. I loved the feel of his cock on my tongue; slick and slippery, I could feel every ridge and vein as it passed over my hungry tongue.

All too soon he was pulling out. I was ready to beg for him to cum in my mouth, when he yanked my head to the side and forced my face to the ground. I put my arms down on the floor in front of me reflexively, before he spanked my ass hard, saying, "I didn't tell you to put your hands on the floor. Keep them behind you. Your filthy slut face belongs on the ground when I fuck you."

My pussy got impossibly wetter.

Daddy still had my hair fisted in one of his hands as the other pulled my soaking wet thong to the side and he plunged his cock into me in one quick thrust.

I grunted and groaned as he slammed into my cunt over and over and over again. I fucking lived for the feeling of his hard cock pounding my pussy, teaching it a lesson. Just two days of fucking my dad and I was ruined for other men. I knew I would never be satisfied by another man, another cock ever again, I only needed his.

"Oh God, yes, Daddy, I love your dick! Please, fuck me! Harder, Daddy, oh my God, harder!"

"You want my dick, baby? You want your Daddy's hard prick? Only whores fuck their fathers. Did you know that, Samantha? Did you know you're a fucking whore?" He practically spat at me, pulling me up by my hair so that he could speak directly into my ear.

I could only groan in response.

Pushing me back to the floor he asked, "what was that, Samantha? I asked you a question. Did you know you're a fucking whore? Your cunt is begging for my cock, starved for it. That makes you a filthy whore. Did you know that?"

"Yes Daddy," I cried. "I'm such a whore; I'm Daddy's whore! Oh God, Dad, I'm gonna cum!" I felt the orgasm building, it was going to be intense. The combination of his perfect dick in my tight, tiny cunt, and his treatment of me, both physical and verbal, was pushing me over the edge.

"No," he said suddenly, and all movement ceased. I could feel my orgasm slipping away quickly, leaving me quivering and unsatisfied.

"Please! I was so close!"

"No. This morning is about me. You were a petulant little brat this morning. You didn't trust when I said we would get to play before you went to school. You do not get to cum."

He waited until my body stopped quivering and he could tell my orgasm was fully gone. He was still rock fucking solid.

"I, however, am going to cum," he said and started pounding my pussy again. Long, fast, relentless strokes, his balls hitting my little clit every time. He had one hand wrapped around my wrists, pressing them into the small of my back, forcing my ass up to him." He stopped again when he heard my breathing change and felt me starting to tense.

"Please Daddy! I need to cum! I'm sorry I was bad, I trust you, please just let me cum!" I begged. Pleaded.

He brought me to the brink one more time, before pulling my face back up to his cock telling me to lick him clean. I worshipped this cock, even though it had tortured me so this morning. I licked every inch of his balls and his dick, cleaning my nasty pussy juices off of him, loving the taste of us together.

Once he judged that I had sufficiently cleaned him off, he started fucking my face again. He started with long, slow strokes, allowing me to feel every motion, but quickly built to a fever pitch, slamming into my throat with his balls slapping my chin. I lived for this feeling.

This time I felt him tightening, his cock throbbed in my mouth, and his movements became jerky and erratic. Pulling out of my mouth, he wiped the head of his cock across my forehead, mouth, cheeks, as he jacked himself off. He slapped my face with his cock as he got ready to lose his load. I watched, silently praying that he would let me taste at least a little of his cum, as the first streams of hot, salty cum shot out of his cock and landed on my forehead.

I felt it, warm and slippery, sliding down my face, coating me in the world's best face cream.

"Open up."

I opened my mouth as wide as possible without a second's hesitation; I needed my Daddy's cum in my mouth. Stream after stream landed on my tongue, filling my slutty mouth with his delicious daddy juices.

"Jesus, baby, that's right. You look so fucking good with my cum on your face and filling your slutty mouth. Drink it down, Sammy. Drink your daddy's cum."

Once he finished squirting his steaming cum into my mouth, I swallowed everything he had given me. I could feel it heating my throat, coating my organs as it slid, hot and creamy, down to my stomach.

Then my dad did my favorite thing in the world. He took his cock to my forehead, where the first of his cum had hit me, and dragged the head of it through the spunk, capturing some of it on the head of his dick, but mostly just making a mess of my face. He brought his dick back to my mouth and ordered me to clean him off again, which I did happily. He repeated the motion, rubbing his dick in the cum covering my face, then bring it back to my mouth to clean.

After a few more runs back and forth, he quit with the pretense and just rubbed the rest of his cum over my face, into my skin, with his hand. I just sat there on my knees with my hands still held behind my back, legs spread wide open with my cunt dripping all over the place, as he played with his jizz on my face.

I reveled in this treatment. I hoped I could go to school just like this. Cunt sloppy wet. Face coated with cum – my father's cum. The taste of him still on my lips.

Once he was done, Dad released his fist from my hair, and helped me stand up. He ran his fingers through my hair gently, massaging my scalp where he knew he had pulled so hard.

"You're so perfect, baby," he said before kissing me softly. "Now, for the rules today. Don't wash your face today, I want my spunk on your face, in your pores, all day long. I know you want to cum, but you're not allowed to touch your pussy all day. That pussy belongs to me. If you want to cum, you'll have to wait until I get home tonight. And then you'll have to beg. And you better make it good, because right now, despite your amazing cock sucking skills and the fact that you're coated in my jizz, I'm not inclined to let you cum at all."

My eyes widened at this, really hoping that I'd be able to convince him to let me cum later, if he wasn't going to allow it now.

"You better get going now, you don't want to be late for school. And in the future, Samantha, no panties until you leave the house. And no thongs to school. I don't want any of those boys you go to school with, or your boyfriend," he said with a sneer, "getting anything close to a glimpse of your cunt."



Decisions Ch. 04



"Although the scene and characters in this story are still in high school they are all 18 years or older." 

*

Jill stopped at the end of the driveway. "Maybe I should go back and let Rob take me home. It is late and dark. No, I don't want to see him right now, maybe not for a long while." With that she started down the street toward home, about three blocks away. 

Unbeknownst to Jill, Enrique and his gang were sitting around the corner. They had been out cruising and just happened to see her come out of the house. As she started down the street they went down another street so they could get behind her. When they were in position Burl and Ken got out of the car silently approaching her from behind.

Suddenly she felt strong hands on her and a cloth was forced over her nose and mouth. It only took a few seconds for the chloroform to render her unconscious. Her body went limp in the arms of her unseen attackers. At that moment a car came alongside with the rear door opening to enable Ken and Burl to get in with their captive.

"It looks like we have fresh pussy! I do believe we are going to see how this bitch likes to get drilled by a Mexican cock," gloated Enrique.

"Where to boss?" asked Chuck who was driving.

"To the Barn," Enrique replied. His uncle had a farm on the outskirts of town. There was a barn on the far reaches of the property that had not been used for years once his uncle cut back on farming the land himself. He told Enrique he and his friends could use it for their activities. 

"Damn is that nice!" came from the rear. 

"Ken and Burl you can feel the broad up but no more. You all will get a crack at her. And, I do believe, she will enjoy the experience. Especially after fucking that loser she is dating." You can feel her up but only through her clothes."

"Aw boss!' said Ken, "We want to see her tits and cunt."

"All in due time boys, we all will see her in her birthday suit!"

Rob had second thoughts about letting Jill walk home at this hour. "I am going to find Jill and see she gets home safe," he told Kurt and Joan. He saw they we playing with each other's bodies as he spoke.

Rob got in his van, but as he backed out of the driveway and turned to go down the street, his headlights picked out something on the sidewalk. He stopped and got out to look with a feeling of foreboding. His fears were confirmed when he found one of Jill's shoes. 

"That fucking Enrique!" he yelled and ran back to the house.

"What's wrong!" asked Kurt and Joan when he came rushing in. They we still on the floor, as naked as they were when he left, although Joan put her hand down to cover her pussy.

"Jill has been kidnapped, probably by that sleaze ball Enrique and his gang. Kurt call John and see where they hang out, Joan, you call the linemen and I will call the rest of the offense. Only call two and ask them to call the others. We will meet at the Burger Barn in a half an hour."

Enrique and his gang arrived at the Barn. Burl and Ken carried the still unconscious Jill into the facility.

"Oh goody!" exclaimed Monica, "Finally some pussy to lick. I am tired of constantly sucking on cock."

"What do you want us to do with her?" asked Burl.

"Just lay her on the floor for a minute. Ken, come with me." Enrique led him over to a corner and pulled a tarp off an object. "Help me get this out in the center of the room."

"Now strip the bitch down to her underwear, no farther," ordered Enrique. This was done rapidly with dispatch. "Monica, pull her bra straps off her shoulders."

When all the preparations had been made, he ordered her placed in the apparatus they had brought out. Enrique then directed Chuck to revive Jill with a dose of smelling salts. After a few minutes she started coughing and her eyes opened. 

When her senses returned, she admonished Enrique. "You bastard! Let me go! Now!" she screamed.

Jill tried to move her limbs and discovered she couldn't move. That is when she saw she was fastened into a rack like device. Now she started to get worried. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to the inside frame with a strap around her midriff which minimized any movement.

"OK, you've had your fun. Now get me out of this thing, give me my clothes and let me go."

"Quite the contrary," stated Enrique, "remove her bra, Monica. She went around behind Jill and released the hooks.

Jill's bra fell to the floor exposing her breasts to the gang.

"Oh No!" Jill thought. "I am really in trouble!" 

"Look at those knockers!" exclaimed Chuck as Enrique stepped up and took a breast in each hand. He started massaging them paying particular attention to her nipples and then roughly squeezed them drawing a cry from Jill.

"Everyone gets a feel now, but make it snappy, "Enrique said. The rest of the gang took turns massaging her breasts with the other guys being gentle compared to Enrique's brutality. However, Monica was rougher than Enrique had been which brought tears to her eyes.

Enrique stepped forward and took each nipple in his mouth and sucked and licked with his tongue. The rest followed in turn. Jill was ashamed as her body began responding to the filthy animals. 

When Monica had finished her ministrations, which were the best, thought Jill, Enrique appeared. He raised his hand, there was a click and the blade from a switchblade popped out. She really got scared when he placed the blade on her left breast, just under the nipple.

"I can really mess up your life, so don't do anything stupid," he said as he slowly slid the knife around the nipple. His touch was soft so no damage was done. 

"It tickles though," she thought, "how I am going to be a threat tied up like this."

Enrique moved the knife down to the side of her bikini panties, slipped the blade under the fabric, cut the strip and her panties fell away leaving her completely exposed to everyone. Jill was mortified. Other than Kurt earlier this evening she had been seen naked by no other man but Rob.

"Look at that beaver!" Bobby said.

Jill was surprised when Enrique released a lever whereby her body was turned to the horizontal facing the ceiling. Another lever moved her to a higher level. And yet another pulled her legs completely apart causing her pussy to open up giving everyone an unobstructed view. Another adjustment was made and her pussy was elevated and her head lowered slightly. This put her pussy in position to be licked. Enrique did the honors followed by the rest of the gang. Monica spent as much time as all others combined. Jill was panting by the time they were done. Enrique then stepped between her legs slipping a finger into her. 

"I'll be damned!" he exclaimed, "This cunt is still a virgin!"

Jill was then rotated 180 degrees where her breasts pointed toward the floor (She was then slightly inclined where her head was above her feet).A few seconds later she saw all the guys were naked. Enrique approached her with a dildo in his hand. He made another adjustment to the apparatus which bent her legs at the knees as though she was kneeling. He went behind her spread her lips and slipped the object into her vagina. "Bitch you are going to give us all complete blow jobs. If you try to bite our dicks, Monica will take your virginity with that piece of plastic. You are going to lose it tonight, the only question is how." 

Enrique came around with his cock inches from Jill's face. She knew what was about to happen and tears came to her eyes. He pushed the tip against her lips and when she didn't open Monica wiggled the dildo in her pussy causing her to open up and take him in. It didn't take long for him to come and Chuck took his place, then others followed.

Meanwhile, Rob met the team in the Burger Barn parking lot. John told them about the barn and gave them directions to it. "There are nine of us, so let's take three separate cars. I appreciate you guys coming out on such short notice, but that bastard has my girlfriend and will do nasty things to her unless we get there quickly."

"Shouldn't we call the police?" John asked.

"I will, once we are at the place. As we have no direct evidence they are actually there, or that, in fact they are Jill's kidnappers, I think the police will take too long in acting. Also, I want to teach Enrique a lesson he will never forget. Let's roll. Joan, you take my car back to the house and wait for us there," Rob said as he tossed her his car keys.

At that the small caravan headed out to rescue Jill.

Jill was working on the last blowjob and glad for it as her jaw and mouth were becoming quite sore. It didn't help that the cock she was servicing was Ken's. When he came to her she reacted adversely as she didn't want to suck a black cock. This was partially due to her parent's attitude toward black people. She almost lost her virginity to the dildo, but took him in and started sucking. He was by far the biggest of the guys. This stretched her sore mouth even further. He finally came and withdrew with his cum added to the others.

"OK, bitch. Now you are going to lose you virginity to a Mexican cock."

"Wait a minute, I haven't had my turn yet!" said Monica. "You better keep that fake dick in her for a while because I don't think she has ever tasted good pussy." 

Jill could not believe her ears. Her brain screamed, "Good girls don't do that!" Monica walked around front and put her pussy close to Jill's face. "Now you are going to learn to eat pussy, remember what I did earlier? You are going to return the favor. Ken and Burl, please come here and lift me up so she can eat me real good."

The two goons came over. They lifted Monica up with their hands under her shoulders and thighs. They spread her thighs so Jill would be unobstructed and lifted Monica's pussy to Jill's mouth. She was repulsed, but felt Enrique pushing the dildo deeper so she started licking. Monica gave her instructions as to what she wanted and soon Jill was lapping Monica's cum juices.

"This wasn't so bad," Jill thought. Under different circumstances, I think I might have actually enjoyed it."

Her thoughts were interrupted by movement of the dildo out of her pussy. She felt spasms in her hole from the time it had been in there. Enrique again turned her body over so she was facing the ceiling, straightened her legs somewhat and increased the spread.

"I want to see the look in your eyes when I pop your cherry, bitch! Now you are going to get fucked by a Mexican cock and I hope you are not on birth control so you will have a bebé mexicano poco." With that she felt his hand opening her lips and the tip of his dick at the mouth of her cunt. Jill started to cry when she felt the cock entering her and knew nothing would save her virginity now.

Suddenly the door exploded inward and there was a rush of bodies with a lot of shouting. She felt Enrique withdrawing for the fatal plunge when suddenly his cock was no longer there. She heard grunts, cursing and blows but couldn't see what was happening as most of the action was outside her view. When quiet was restored she was worried, but then she heard Rob's voice.

"Everything is OK now honey," he said as he came into her view. She started crying harder than she had all night. "Kurt, let's get this contraption stood up so we can get her out of it without killing her. They got the rack they got the rack flipped over and laid down so that they could unfasten the restraints. Jill fell into Rob's arms. "You are safe now baby. I will never allow anything like this to happen to you again." Rob stated with conviction."That bastard will never hurt you or any other girl again. I made sure of that when I smashed his balls." Rob hugged her close to him and let her release her tears of relief.

"Here are her clothes, but her panties look like they were cut off so she will have to go without unless she wants to wear the other girl's."

"Definitely not," Jill spat, "I will go commando." Kurt handed her bra to her, but she decided not wear it either, "My breasts are extremely tender from all the pinching, biting and squeezing these scum did tonight. Just give me my dress." Just as she got her dress on, the police arrived.

They answered all the questions posed by the police. Then partially demonstrated how the apparatus worked. Jill explained how she was strapped in the apparatus. A policewoman took Jill to the hospital for examination. Pictures were taken of her wounds and abrasions with Jill's consent. The lady officer told her that the gang would be out of commission for a very long time based on the evidence. She also praised the boys for their actions, but admonished them, telling them that it had been foolhardy to go chasing after the gang without help. She did grudgingly agree that the police would have been too late to prevent more harm to Jill.

*

To be continued...

Thanks to Destiny Parker for editorial assistance.



Decisions Ch. 04



Emily explained the relationship with Russ to Kim and Grace. She hadn't told them about that earlier since the two of them were trying to sell Emily on me and had always done most of the talking up until then. There were a lot of questions from them about Russ and what he was like. The fact that he had just joined me in Kansas City to work on my projects was not lost on Grace, especially.

We talked some more then Emily said that she wanted me to come 'home' with her to her hotel for the rest of the night. I thanked Kim and Grace with hugs and told Grace I'd see her tomorrow morning. The two of them pushed us out the door. As we were leaving Kim asked Emily, "So are you going to let David come back and play with us?" She had a lecherous grin on her face.

Quick as a flash Emily turned with a smile and said, "Only if I get to come and play too." 

*****

We drove back to the Westin Crown Center. Emily led the way to her room and in only a few minutes she was impaled on my very erect cock. 

"Oh, I love to make love with you," she told me. "We just have to get into a routine where we do this more often ... a lot more often." Now that we're both assigned to Kansas City maybe we just stay here all the time, especially on the weekends, and screw like this." She grabbed my butt with her pretty feet and helped me thrust hard into her body.

She yelled, "Oh fuck, I just made you make me cum." She moaned and sighed and almost stopped breathing. I didn't stop; I just kept thrusting into her through her orgasm. I felt her coming down off her high so I reached down and used a thumb to rub her clit as I watched her breasts swaying and undulating beneath me. She looked up and said, "Oooooooooh, I'm there again." This time she did stop breathing and I could feel her muscles clench my erect rod and try to milk the cum from it.

I let her float down from her highs, kissing her all over her face and neck, and using my tongue around her ears and neck. Then we French kissed and I started pumping again. I was hyper-erect. I could feel even subtle twitches from within her body.

A minute later we exploded again -- together. I'm sure the guests in the adjacent rooms had no doubt what had just happened. I helped them by spelling it out, "F" -- "U" -- "C" -- "K -- that was fucking GREAT. WOW!" I fell onto Emily and she hugged me tightly to her body with her arms and legs.

Eventually we rolled to our sides but remained coupled. She'd left a low light on and we were able to stroke and smooth each other's bodies and look at each other as our bodies returned to some state of normalcy. I told her I loved her again and she told me the same thing. I felt back on Cloud Nine and told her so.

Finally she said, "Aren't you mad at me -- and Russ? I thought you'd come unglued and instead you laughed. I ... well ..."

"No," I said interrupting her. "You and he have a special relationship. I don't expect you to give that up to be exclusively with me. I sort of explained how I feel a couple of weeks ago when we were out on Center Island."

"Tell me again," Emily said slightly incredulous at what I'd said. "I think I missed that part."

"Well I probably said something about my idea of a solid relationship being two independent people who are not ego-dependent on one another. They enjoy each other, they want to be with each other, but they don't expect their partner to be the exclusive source of all their satisfaction and happiness."

Emily nodded and I continued, "To me this means we each have friends we see for a variety of reasons, and maybe sex is one of them. Or maybe you like opera and I don't; why should you give that up? Find a friend, male or female, and go explore that interest with them."

She asked, "Should there be limits? Is sex too far? What's socially acceptable?"

"Well," I responded, "the divorce rate is up pretty high. Sexually based friendships are nothing new even though society is hypocritical about them -- they do them then said you shouldn't. I don't know how often illicit liaisons break-up a marriage but I bet the number is not insignificant. Imagine changing that paradigm so an outside relationship is acceptable -- even desirable. The partners might agree beforehand. There's no acrimony, hatred, or bitterness. Some itches get scratched and the main relationship keeps going."

"What would the 'beforehand' discussion be like?" Emily asked with a serious tone to her voice.

"If we'd only advanced more into this ourselves, I would have told you about Grace and Kim in someway. Perhaps something like Grace is coming on to me and I'd like to pursue the feelings she's raising. Further, I'd probably ask if you, and I guess Russ, would want to come along."

"Yes," Emily said.

"Huh," I said puzzled by her one-word statement.

"Yes," she said again, "Russ and I want to come and join you, Grace and Kim."

I looked at her again trying to understand the implications of what she was saying; Emily was breaking into a smile. Finally, she said, "See, I told you this all would end up in a place that would surprise you."

*****

Emily and I agreed we'd stay all weekend in Kansas City. We also conspired to get Russ to stay with us too. The whole thing sounded too good to be true. Emily felt the same way about life and relationships as I did. The way she put it was that we could be in love and in lust at the same time - maybe with different people.

I walked into my client's office the next morning with a spring in my step. Grace sought me out and saw how happy I was just by looking at me. She just said, "Good," winked at me and walked back to her office.

I saw Russ that Friday morning too. I speculated with him about the possibility of working over the weekend on the project to get a jump on things for a Monday morning meeting with Grace's staff. He reluctantly agreed to stay but said that he'd have to spend some significant time having phone sex with Lisa or someone since he was horny. I told him not to worry and he looked at me sort of funny.

I went and saw Grace and suggested that the five of us have dinner together: Russ, Emily, Kim, her and me. She smiled wantonly and agreed, inviting us all to her house providing we did take out. I clued her in that Russ was not yet fully on board but that everyone else seemed interested in his seduction. 

Russ and I had lunch and I explained to him that I'd taken the liberty of including him in some dinner plans with Grace. He took it in stride and didn't apparently read anything into the situation. He was curious about where things stood with Emily but I was vague; I told him things appeared to be working out.

After work, Russ and I stopped in a shopping center near the company office and picked up some salad fixings, wine, and then stopped at a Thai restaurant and got several different takeout dishes. I had to explain that Grace sometimes had a housemate or two that we had to provide for.

I let Russ lead the way to Grace's front door. Emily opened the door. She was wearing Bermuda shorts and a scoop neck top and looked really nice. Russ stood there with his brain in a fog. It was interesting to see almost the same reaction I'd had the night before. He recovered much faster that I did, however.

"What ... what are you doing here, Em?" he asked.

"Oh, Grace and Kim are friends of mine -- and, of course, David." She pulled us into Grace's house after she'd kissed Russ. 

Grace came around the corner; "Russ, David. Welcome!" She came up to me and did one of her full-contact kisses from knees to head, grinding her hips into mine. I ground back. Russ watched and then, much to his surprise, Grace repeated the identical kiss on him. I could see his eyes wide open in some state of shock. When they broke apart he shot me a look, as though to ask, "Should we be doing this with a client?" I just smiled blandly at him at though nothing was wrong. I'd been there a couple of weeks before.

Kim then appeared from the kitchen carrying two glasses of wine for us. She was wearing almost the identical outfit she'd had on the night before: short shorts, a tube top that left little to the imagination, a pretty necklace and at the end of her long sexy legs she was barefoot. Again, she oozed sex out of every pore in her gorgeous, lithe body. 

She handed me both glasses and then said, "So this is Russ. Welcome Russ. Let me welcome you to Kansas City properly." With that, she moved into Russ' body and gave him her own version of a rocket exploding, mind-blowing kiss and hug. It went on for well over a minute.

When they broke apart, Russ said, "Wow! You guys are sure friendly here in Kansas City."

I handed him his wine and he practically drank it in one nervous gulp. We all took the food and migrated to the kitchen where we took turns laying the food out in dishes and then sampling portions of the various dishes. Dinner was over fairly quickly; at least four of us were planning on some serious after-dinner activities. 

Emily and I sat next to each other on a built-in corner seat in Grace's kitchen and snuggled close together, kissing frequently. The others told us to "get a room" and we both enthusiastically agreed.

Russ finally asked Emily, "I take it that David and you are a little more serious than a week ago?" 

She nodded and then told him, "Yes, but that won't change our 'friends with benefits' status. I just won't be quite as available as I was before though." Russ actually dropped his fork and a small drip of saliva ran down his chin as he tried to digest the full meaning of what she'd just said. 

He looked at me and I nodded encouragingly to him. He finally blurted out, "You mean, you know about Emily and me? And you ... you'll ... you're willing ..."

I interrupted him, "Yes. If it makes her happy and is a supportive and growing relationship for her, of course I support it. The choice is really hers, however. She doesn't 'belong' to me." Russ' mouth was still hanging open.

Kim came and sat beside me in the corner dinette seat. I put my arms around Emily and her, one on each side. Kim pulled my hand further down and tucked it inside her tube top. I thought Russ' eyes were going to bug out of his head. I leaned in and kissed Kim then kissed Emily. Emily pulled my hand to her scoop neck blouse. I slid my hand down to her warm mounds.

Grace walked up behind Russ' chair. "For now, that leaves the two of us." Grace sat in Russ' lap and leaned in and kissed him. Russ by now was starting to recover his wits. I watched him quickly get into a lot of tongue action with Grace. This was the first time I'd watched her being romanced from close by; she clearly liked what he was doing. I could see his hands starting to move over her body.

Grace finally broke from her kisses with Russ; "All right everybody. Upstairs." She grabbed Russ' hand and pulled him up and led him through the dining room to the stairway. The two of them ascended quickly with her pulling him along.

As they disappeared from sight, Kim said, "Grace is really hot for his body." She turned to me and added, "You did well in picking him to be your number two guy on her projects. She likes him."

Emily said to her, "Big orgy or just the three of us?"

Kim laughed and said, "Let's leave the two of them alone for now." She looked at Emily and said, "Besides, I've wanted to taste you ever since I met you. I'm so glad this all turned out this way." She leaned across in front of me and pulled Emily's head to hers and kissed her. It was not a short kiss. I could almost feel the steam from it. When she was through, we slipped out of the dining booth and Kim guided us to the living room. 

Kim dimmed the lights and drew the curtains so neighbors wouldn't get too excited over what was about to transpire. Kim and I pulled Emily between us and started to kiss and smooth all over her body.

Emily said softly, "I've never kissed a girl before -- a woman, I mean. You're nice." She smiled at Kim as we lifted her top over her head. I left the two of them to kiss again as I detached the clasp of Emily's bra and helped her shed the frilly device. I nestled my face into her breasts, licking and sucking on each. I heard her moan into the kiss with Kim.

Kim joined me on Emily's other breast and I moved up to kiss Emily's lips. She said, "Oh this is going to be sooooo much fun. I'm almost orgasmic now and we haven't really started."

Kim undid Emily's shorts and pulled them and her lacy thong down her legs. I looked down as Kim's uplifted face nudged into Emily's nether region. Emily spread her legs slightly to give Kim access. As I kissed her she moaned into my mouth.

We shifted and the naked Emily and I now worked slowly to disrobe Kim. Kim's large mounds were exposed almost instantly as we lifted the tube top from her. She held her arms up so we could pull it off. Kim is probably a 36D. She readily accommodated the two of us as we latched onto her breasts. Now it was her turn to moan as we sucked her nipples to a high state of erectness.

I undid the buttons on Kim's shorts and soon Emily and I pushed them down Kim's legs. Kim was hot; we could tell because she was issuing a strong sexual aroma that turned both Emily and me on. As we kissed and sucked I fingered Kim's very moist slit then brought my finger to Emily's lips. She tongued the small amount of feminine nectar as she stared into my eyes. We both kissed around the edge of my finger.

The two women stripped me next. My shirt and t-shirt were quick to go. I enjoyed the pleasure of the four breasts with erect nipples being dragged over my chest and back. My shoes, socks, pants and underwear were gone in seconds and I didn't have to lift a finger.

I was already excited so my cock was standing out from my body as Kim pulled my underwear off. Two tongues raced up one side and down the other of my member. They took turns sucking me into their mouths as I watched. I could have shot my cum all the way to China I was so excited. Instead I found myself using every technique I could think of to avoid ejaculating at this early stage in the evening.

We moved the coffee table aside. There was a very thick and cushy oriental rug in front of the sofa. Kim spread a sofa blanket over the rug so we wouldn't get rug burn. 

"I want to eat Emily," I said. Emily stretched out on the floor and pulled her legs up slightly to give me maximum access to her pussy. I nestled in front of her. I watched Kim sucking on Emily's breasts and from time to time kissing her. My tongue dove into Emily's love nest, savoring her juices and her aroma. I never wanted to leave this place. She was divine.

I heard Emily moan and knew that Kim and I were bringing her to a swift climax. Her body jerked and writhed in front of me as her legs clasped my head to her groin. I looked up to see Kim lowering her pussy onto Emily's outstretched tongue. I fingered Emily's cunt gently as I watched her administer to Kim, her tongue rapidly stroking back and forth and around the juicy opening.

Kim was almost suspended in air; her eyes closed as she rapidly climbed a ladder to her own orgasm. She jetted a small amount of fluid into Emily's face as she came. Emily was surprised but I watched her tongue madly lapping the fluid from Kim's thighs and her own chin. I dove into her cunt again with my own tongue and she quickly climaxed again, holding my head tightly to her pussy with one hand. She had inserted fingers into Kim's pussy with the other and was pumping them in and out with resulting loud squishy sounds.

My own fingers found Emily's G-spot again and I used tongue on clit and fingers inside to hurl her into another climax. Kim dismounted Emily's head and came down and joined me at her pussy. I relinquished my tasty position to Kim and moved up to kiss Emily and make love to her upper body. 

"My," I told her, "you ... you taste like pussy. I even believe it's someone I know." I lapped some of Kim's juices from her neck and face where she was glistening from Kim's climax. Shortly after, she pulled me into her face in a torrid kiss as Kim brought her off yet again.

"Oh, my God, you guys," Emily said trying to sit up. "I'm turning into warm jello. Let me reciprocate. Kim, you lie down here."

Kim said, "I just got here. I want some of this pussy. Give me a minute." Several minutes and two of Emily's orgasms later Kim shifted position. She stretched out on our make shift bed and Emily and I repeated the scorching sex that only a few minutes earlier Kim and I had inflicted on Emily. I lost count of the number of orgasms Kim had, and as Emily perched above Kim's mouth she also had a few more. I think both women were actually on an orgasmic high where is was hard to tell their climax from the other stimulation they were receiving.

I was almost the happiest I'd ever been. I brought pleasure to Emily and to my friend Kim many times over. The two women then decided it was time for me to lose some fluid.

Emily and Kim lay beside each other and instructed me to pump into one and then the other ten times each then to switch women. I was to use long, slow strokes so the fucker (me!) and fuckee (one of them) would feel the maximum amount of pleasure. The alternate fuckee (the one whose cunt I wasn't in) was free to kiss and suck on the other's body parts. I was told the fucker was to cum whenever the urge struck.

I started in Emily and much to my surprise she orgasmed on my ninth long, slow thrust into her body. I almost lost it since her cunt did crazy dances and clenches on my embedded rod.

As I administered the strokes to Kim, she lay back with her legs slightly aloft and her eyes closed. She moaned as I finished ten and shifted back to Emily. Emily thoroughly enjoyed the strokes as I made them into her body. At one point she pulled one of her breasts to her mouth and sucked on her nipple just to provoke me. Kim leaned over and sucked on her other nipple.

I moved back to Kim. Emily sucked on her right breast. I stroked and also used a thumb on Kim's clit. She came on the eighth stroke, using her legs to pull me into her. "Oooooh my God, you are fantastic!" she exclaimed. I smiled at Emily.

"I'm very close, Emily," I told her as I slowly penetrated her wet cunt. I fired off on my fifth stroke. I just groaned and closed my eyes. Emily caught me and also caught my orgasm fever. She brought herself off with me; I felt her cunt muscles spasming all around my cock. Kim sucked on Emily's breasts and then would come and kiss me.

I just lay with Emily, deep inside her. Kim was beside us with our arms around her. We were all panting and sweaty.

From upstairs, I heard Russ' deep voice cry out in an orgasm. Grace shrieked in pleasure too. 

Some shifting took place and I felt Kim's hands extract me from Emily's warm vagina. Her lips encircled my cock and in seconds she'd cleaned me as well as excited me again. Emily and I watched as she went down on Emily, sucking my jism from her open pussy. Emily went right back into orgasm mode again.

"Oh, Kim, you darling. You've gotta stop. I have to rest the area for a few minutes," Emily finally told her. 

Kim rose on her knees, her proud breasts still excited and erect. "Let's go see what Grace and Russ are doing? It's orgy time!" she said gleefully.

The three of us tiptoed upstairs towards Grace's bedroom naked as jaybirds. As we neared the door we could hear skin slapping on skin -- the lovely sound of energetic intercourse.

Grace had mounted Russ and was riding him, her pert tits swaying in rhythm to her oscillating motion above him. He was rising up off the bed on each stroke to meet her down strokes. As we watched, Grace orgasmed. She stopped and arched her back, her erect nipples pointing towards heaven as the event washed through her body. As she floated down from her high, she started again.




Decisions Ch. 04



I had an idea. I walked by them to the bedside table and got the lubricant I had learned was there a week ago. I lubed up my cock and then got up on the bed behind Grace and between Russ' legs. I gently pushed Grace forward. At first I think she wondered what I was going to do and then it dawned on her. She said in a worried voice, "Oh fuck, am I really ready for this?"

"I'll be gentle but you have to relax." She stopped moving and just squatted with Russ' hard cock deep in her pussy. I slid a lubricated finger into her ass and just held it there letting her get used to the idea. After a moment and some in and out motion, I added a second finger. She moaned. Emily and Kim had come to the bed and were watching with great interest.

After Grace started to oscillate slightly in tune with my finger thrusts into her ass, I pulled out and carefully started to insert my cock. I pushed in until I felt her resistance and then slowly pushed and pushed, until suddenly I advanced beyond the ring of muscles guarding her gate. Grace climaxed. "Oooooooooooh!" she wailed. Russ and I both let her enjoy her high.

Gradually I started to move in and out of her rosebud. Russ also started to move in juxtaposition to my moves. Grace was writhing and groaning almost continuously as we worked ourselves in and out of her body to the maximum extent that we could.

Grace talked to us both at one point -- between climaxes; "Oh fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass. I LOVE having two cocks in me at once. Oh, we're going to do this a lot if I can ever walk again. Oooooh. Oh Russ, I like how your cock hits my G-spot. You and David are going to make me cum again real soon ... real ... soon ... like ... right ... NOW!"

Grace truly exploded. She jetted a huge amount of girl juice onto Russ' groin and came in a way so that there was no doubt this was like the Mount St. Helens' eruption for her. I could feel all the muscles in her anal sheath twitching and through her peritoneum I could feel her cuntal muscles rippling around Russ' cock. 

I slowly pulled from her ass marveling at how her opening stayed available for a few minutes after my retreat. Kim even reached over and inserted a finger into Grace's ass; Grace jerked and writhed in response.

Grace fell onto Russ who was raining kisses and hugs all over her. She was clearly in seventh heaven and enjoying every second of his attention. 

I was hot and sweaty and rolled to the side slightly. Kim pulled me towards her body and kissed me. "You, my friend, are a man of many talents. I can't believe you got her to do THAT. We talked last night and she didn't think she'd ever have the nerve to try it." She kissed me again.

I looked over at Emily who was watching the two couples on the bed. Neither Russ nor I had cum. As she figured that out, Emily turned to me and asked, "Will you guys do that to me? I've seen a 'DP' in a porn movie once but no one's been back there."

I looked at Russ who nodded with a smile at me. Grace rolled from his body and nestled in beside Kim who took up stroking her breasts and body in a sexy, erotic way. Just watching the two of them I got hard again.

"Who do you want where?" I asked Emily.

"I want Russ in my pussy and you in my ass. You seem to have that down pretty well." She paused as she mounted Russ who slid his full length into her neatly trimmed pussy. She turned to me, "And I want orgasms. Lots. Not just mine. I want your cum dripping from both holes. Now get pumping guys."

I lubed up again as Emily started to hump Russ until they had a good rhythm going. I tapped her butt and she stopped. I parted her pretty cheeks and repeated the process of inserting fingers that had helped Grace get used to the idea of anal penetration. Emily was moaning, cursing, writhing and moving all over Russ' cock as I pushed into her. Finally, I worked my cock into her rosebud's tunnel. She shifted back slightly to meet my forward motion and then suddenly both Russ and I were buried to the hilt in her body. 

Emily moaned, groaned and wailed as the two of us started to oscillate in and out of her body. We started with almost microscopic strokes, almost twitches of our cocks in her body. We commented that we could feel each other through her interior walls. Emily said, "You think YOU can feel each other; you should see what it feels like inside here!" Everyone laughed.

We extended our strokes a little more, a quarter inch stroke, then a half inch, then three quarters, then an inch and then two, then three and then full length, long slamming strokes in and out of her gorgeous, hot, sweaty body. Emily came -- once, twice, three times and then again. She was panting, screaming, cursing, cooing, but always urging us on and on. 

From beneath Emily I heard Russ finally announce, "I've got maybe a minute until I cum." That was fine with me, I'd already held off a couple of times by slowing my actions and adjusting the stimulation I was getting. 

"Me too," I panted to the two of them as I reached around and pinched Emily's nipples with both hands. I felt her cunt muscles spasm around me as I twitched her nips almost to the point of pain. 

Russ and I both sped up. The sound of skin slapping on skin reverberated around the entire room. Then I could feel my balls tighten. I was there. I moaned and kept slamming into Emily's ass as my cum raced from my balls to her ass. I heard Russ groan and then Emily. The three of us became an orgasming, climaxing pile of people on Grace's bed. Both Grace and Kim moved to stroke and smooth each of us, adding their kisses to those we were giving each other. 

I was sure we'd raised the temperature of the room twenty degrees. I was boiling as I slid from Emily's ass. Emily rolled off Russ and snuggled between the two of us. Grace and Kim were on our other sides. We just fit, five abreast, across the large bed. Grace mercifully produced some warm wash clothes and we cleaned up from our endeavors. 

We tried to sleep five in the bed but it wasn't working. Emily finally pulled me out and led me to the bed in the guest room. Russ looked exceptionally content with Kim and Grace wrapped in his arms. They looked pretty content too.

"Emily, I love you. That was the hottest sex I've EVER had in my entire life. In my wildest fantasies I've never dreamed of anything like tonight."

"Me too," she said. "I think I'll be a little sore tomorrow but I wouldn't have traded the past couple of hours for anything." She paused then asked, "Did it bother you that I kissed Kim? That I went down on her? Or me fucking with Russ?"

"No," I answered. "Did it bother you?"

"Oh no," she said quickly. "It's just sort of Sapphic and I've never done anything like that before. It was actually sort of nice but I want you to know that I still prefer cock ten to one."

I laughed and said, "Well tonight was the closest I've ever been to a guy. Our privates actually touched a couple of times. I would have freaked out if you hadn't been in the middle and been the target of our attention. I'll have you know I prefer pussy one-thousand to one."

We kissed and made out then dozed. We both made bathroom trips in the middle of the night. We made love, just the two of us then. We were both careful so we didn't wear out our sexual equipment all in one night.

To be continued... 



Decisions Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Emily and I Talk About the Future

Saturday morning everyone slept in, although I did hear the sounds of sex being perpetrated from Grace's bedroom as Emily and I lay there cooing words of love at each other. 

I was amazed at the range of emotions I'd been through during the week. I thought I'd lost my one true love, my soul mate. Then we found each other again. Now I was really motivated to talk to her, to make sure that everything that had happened and that all I thought about was communicated to her. I wanted to find out what she thought about the world too.

Eventually everyone got up and we had a sexy brunch. What made it sexy is that (a) none of us showered and so we still carried the aroma of our previous night's activities, and (b) we were all pretty close to naked in our dress. I managed to dip a different finger in each pussy. I was thus able to smell alternate fingers and compare the aromas of Grace, Kim and Emily, albeit tainted by other fluids we guys had left behind in the same orifices. Based on my research we did a sniff test and determined that we all smelled wonderful and we wanted more of the same for the rest of the weekend.

Russ volunteered to help Grace do a couple of home projects. Kim wanted to read in the afternoon. Emily and I went off to a nearby mall to shop. Ultimately our shopping trip ended when we picked up a house gift for Grace. We found a large park on the way back to Grace's house and the two of us just went and walked and talked for a couple of hours.

As we started walking I asked Emily, "Are you at all jealous of my friendship with Grace or Kim?"

"Hummmmm," she thought for a moment. "No, I'm not. Probably because I know they have no designs on your long-term future. Besides we now know each other and I trust them. I don't think they'd do anything to hurt me ... or you, for that matter. Probably, it's the sex but I have romantic feelings about them myself."

"How about Pam?" I asked.

Emily responded, "Right now that's a different story. I think we're competing for you. She'd like to lock you up and keep you away from me. Right?"

"Yea, I think you're right. You should know that I don't see a long-term relationship there unless that situation changes. We had a 'friends with benefits' thing but I don't want to pursue that anymore; things have to move one way or the other. I think it has to do with feeling 'possessed'. Things changed over the past few weeks with her. I'll be curious to see what she's like after I haven't seen her for two weeks straight. Her e-mails are all business by the way."

Emily said, "I liked Pam from the little we talked. If she had an attitude like Grace or Kim I wouldn't feel threatened."

"You shouldn't feel threatened anyway," I said.

"Oh, I know. I just found you and I want to see how we play out together without feeling I have to fight for your attention or affection."

"I feel the same way about you," I volunteered. "You are my dream come true and in so many ways I just didn't expect -- like our group sex activities. You blow me away."

"Well, I can just blow you too, but the others in the park might be offended," she said. We both laughed.

I asked, "Do you think our having a long-term relationship is doomed? I mean the past couple of weeks were a very odd start to a courtship: you caught me with Kim -- and Grace, and you've had your thing with Russ. I mean we agree to continue those but do you think that'll eventually screw up our ever getting more serious -- like getting married?"

Emily threw herself into my arms, "Oh, I love you. No. No. No. Nothing is screwed up. And if that was a proposal the answer is 'YES'." She shouted the last word. We hugged and kissed standing in the middle of the walking path.

I said, "You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that. We have so much to talk about and share, I can hardly wait. I have some tough questions that you need to think about. They'll help us understand each other and how we think."

We started to walk again. Emily squeezed me to her side; "Ask away."

I asked, "Do you get jealous?"

"Sure, sometimes. But it's not an emotion I court very often," Emily said. "Were you jealous when I told you about Russ and me?"

"No," I said. "I was actually happy for you, particularly the way you described it. You left room for there to be an 'us' and that was really all I wanted at that moment -- it's all I want now too."

"What about exclusivity?" she asked.

"Emily, I can't be all you'll ever need or want. I can't even come close. I have to admit the converse is true too -- I will need interaction with other people for all sorts of things. I don't expect exclusivity nor should you -- from anyone. The real world just doesn't work that way. As far as sex goes ... well, we could cut a deal but periodically, particularly for the next twenty or forty years of our lives, we'll run up against that arbitrary boundary. I won't hold you to it; just come home once in a while because I love you and need you." She kissed me.

I thought for a moment as we started walking around a pond again and added, "Right now I would have no problem being exclusive with you. It'd be awkward perhaps with Kim and Grace, but perhaps Russ could fill my slot. If that would make you happy -- or happier -- just say the word."

We walked in silence for a couple of hundred feet then she said, "No. Right now, with them, you don't have to change. I like them. I liked the sexual excitement we made for each other last night. Even if I wasn't here I would enjoy knowing that you were sharing in that; just bring some of it back to me." She shot me a sideways grin.

I stopped us walking and pulled her to me in a long kiss. I told her, "That tells me a lot about you. Oh, Emily I really love you. We are so in synch." We started walking again.

Emily squeezed my hand and asked, "How about commitment? How do you reconcile that with your philosophy?"

I answered, "Well, for one commitment means doing what you say you'll do. That's integrity too. When you commit to something I think you open up the door for unexpected and good things to happen." I thought a minute, "Commitment doesn't mean ownership or submission either. You can't really commit unless you're an independent person. I do commit myself to you and your happiness."

"Very good; I agree," Emily said. "I commit all that to you too. I wouldn't have thought of all that. So what about freedom and I mean in the context of a relationship? What are you free to do?"

"Oh, that's a deep one too," I said. "Freedom and responsibility go hand in hand. You can't get something for nothing. If I act responsibly towards you I get increased freedom -- meaning, I guess, that I can be independent in some way without fearing consequences around those actions. If I am irresponsible, like not calling or caring about you or being egotistical, I get consequences and those make me feel less free. The idea is to avoid an ego-to-ego clash and to create a win-win."

"You are GREAT," Emily said and punched me in the arm. "How'd you think through all this stuff? It's wonderful and I agree with everything you've said."

I told her, "Wait until you meet my parents and you'll see the source for some of this 'stuff'. Not necessarily the same philosophy, but the nudge towards critical thinking about key areas of your life. My Dad has a saying that goes something like 'if you don't have a compass you'll never know whether you're traveling in the right direction.' He'd toss me some values -- like you're doing - and ask me to think through how I felt about it and then we'd talk about it. He wouldn't try to convert me to his way of thinking but he might comment on disorganized or sloppy thinking. It used to be a game while we were driving somewhere."

"Will you play it with me?" Emily asked.

"Sure." I thought for a moment then said, "What do you think about love?"

"Oh Geez," Emily said, "You sure don't start with something easy do you. Let me think." She was silent for a couple of moments then she started slowly but seemed to gain confidence as she went along; "I believe there are different kinds of love. Of course there's romantic love that makes your heart flutter ... and makes me want to be naked and all over you and have your proboscis inside me;" she leaned in and kissed me as we strolled around a lake.

She continued, "Oh, there's family love -- parents and siblings - and the kind of love you feel for a close friend -- not romantic but deep caring and commitment. There's the love you feel for mankind -- I think it's called agape."

"But what do you THINK about it? What's it mean? Use 'romantic love' and not the others," I urged her.

Emily accepted my challenge and went on, "Well, romantic love comes in two flavors: passionate and ... uhmm, I guess 'mature'. The first one passes in a year or two otherwise our parents would still be pawing each other whenever we weren't around and we'd probably have many more siblings than we already have. Mature love is what grows in its place. To me that love is based on respect, empathy, caring, compromise, and at least some other shared values."

"Does it change over time?" I asked.

"Of course," she said. "But then I guess the myth has always been that if you get in a relationship with someone that it'll be static and unchanging. In fact, relationships do change over time. They twist and turn every which way."

"So besides respect, empathy, caring and compromise, what else holds a relationship together for fifty years?"

She looked at me as we walked and studied my expression. After thinking about that question she answered, "Communication and flexibility. If we aren't talking -- really talking -- neither of us will know how to adapt to the changes. I guess I'd say that periodically, in a good relationship, you sit down and renegotiate the deal."

"What do you mean by deal?" I asked.

"The roles each person is doing or sharing; the division of labor in the relationship; who gets to control what. What the operating principles for going forward are. Things like that," she said.

I gave her an opportunity to expand her answer but she was finished for now. I could sense the wheels of her brain still turning on the subject. I added, "Your response was great and we're in tune. I would add one more thought to the mix and that's to keep a sense of humor for those fifty years."

We walked some more and talked about what a perfect mate would be and what a perfect long-term relationship would be like. We also got on the differences about how men and women communicate and how to not have those differences be a barrier to a good marriage. I was amazed at how easily we talked about marriage when a month ago I had not even met this dream girl.

By the time we stopped and headed back to the house I think we'd walked about five or six miles. As we came in Kim was spread out on the living room sofa absorbed in her book "The New Earth" by Eckhart Tolle. She was still barely dressed, the t-shirt she wore barely covering her nether region.

"Hi. Where are Grace and Russ?" I asked.

"Backyard. She's got him up on a ladder cleaning gutters," Kim answered. "They've done nothing but work since you left - lots of little handyman jobs."

"I'll go see if I can help too," I said as I headed for the backdoor.

Two hours later Russ and I were just finishing some touch up painting on Grace's house trim. Grace hovered near us and helped by passing us brushes, paint cans, rags and such as when we were on her ladders. The back door opened and Kim said in a loud voice, "Hey everyone, it's COCK and TAIL time. Clean up and come join us. We've made dinner and hors d'oeuvres and we want your strong, muscular bodies again ... and again ... and again." We all laughed.

Grace went in to get cleaned up; Russ and I finished the last paint patches we were working on then put away the paint and cleaned the brushes. Russ and I took turns showering and cleaning up. Neither of us had brought a change of underwear with us so we went commando when we redressed.

When we were coming downstairs I heard Emily's voice call out, the wine and hors d'oeuvres are in here -- in the living room. Russ and I turned at the bottom of the stairs and entered the room. 

Wow! Three naked pussies were lined up next to each other on the sofa. Emily and Grace were on either side of Kim, holding out glasses of wine to each of us. Kim was holding a plate of crackers and cheese. Each woman was wearing a dress but the dress was pulled up to her waist revealing all. Kim had also pulled the top of her dress down so that her breasts were fully exposed. 

"Something to eat, gentlemen?" Grace said seductively.

"My favorite snack," I said as I knelt in front of Grace. I leaned in and lapped her pussy. She put the glass of wine beside hers on the adjacent lamp table. I just started to lap away, savoring her musky scent and the nectar she started to secret. 

Russ was duplicating my actions on Emily who I noticed already had her head back and her eyes closed as she enjoyed his tongue action on her clit. 

Russ and I both reached over and started to stroke Kim as we performing cunnilingus on Emily and Grace, respectively. We both inserted fingers into Kim's cunt and started to move them inside her independently from one another. Kim started to writhe under out attentions too.

Kim was the first to fire off. She started to urge us on in her own way, "Oh God, you guys are gonna make me cum so fast doing that. I can't believe I have fingers from two guys in my cunt at once. You're both great ... just don't stop ... Oooooooooh fuck. Oh, you guys are going get so lucky tonight. Ooooooooooh." Her back arched as she pushed her pussy onto our hands as we massaged and fondled her nether region.

Grace and Emily leaned in and both sucked on Kim's breasts as she came, heightening her pleasure. Kim was positively panting when she was through. "My God, you guys are great!" she exclaimed. "This is positively the greatest weekend in my entire life!" 

Emily and Grace came within a few seconds of each other. Kim was holding both their hands tightly as they braced and then let the waves of pleasure overtake them. Each woman was holding her legs up so that we could tongue them to their maximum satisfaction. It was really an erotic sight.

After their climaxes, Russ and I rose and both made a move to undress. Grace said, "Not now guys." She looked down the sofa at the other women; "That really WAS just the appetizer. Come into the kitchen and we have some real food there. We'll play afterwards. Just think about what we can do afterwards." She sighed in partial regret at needing to stop our sexual games then stood and pulled me toward the kitchen after planting a wet kiss on my lips. The other women each covered up and redressed, remaining commando too.

Emily came and French kissed with me in the kitchen. "Yummy," she told me, "I can taste Grace's juice. I wish we could bottle that and take it home." We watched as Grace French kissed Russ, thereby appreciating Emily's fluids, to the same conclusion.

We drank and ate in the kitchen so Kim and Emily, who'd prepared the dinner, could be part of the conversation while they waltzed around doing last minute things and putting things on the plate. At one point Emily came and gave me the most wonderful 'full body' kiss in my life; in one breath it was tender, loving, passionate, sexy, erotic and emotional. Boy was I in love with this woman; I told her so and she kissed me again.

Dinner went by quickly. We were all compliments to our cooks as well as kisses and lots of pawing. Grace announced that dessert was actually being served a few blocks away. We cleaned up and piled in my rental car and drove to a mall where Grace led us to a Ben & Jerry's ice cream store. The five of us got our ice creams and squeezed onto a bench made for three people. We took turns seductively licking each other's cones and shaping the dishes into lewd replicas of phalluses. One of the women would then 'go down' on the ice cream shaft. They commented on how much better these tasted than the real thing. Russ and I feigned great jealousy and pain over those remarks.

We walked dinner off around the mall and then went back to Grace's home. Emily and Kim led Russ off to the guest bedroom. As Grace and I looked in a moment later there was a trail of clothes all the way to the bed. Emily was perched over Russ' face, her eyes closed as his tongue again worked its magic on her sweet pussy. Kim was working at inflating his rod.

Grace and I left a trail of clothes on the way to her bed. We stood and kissed, rubbing our bodies together and letting our hands stroke and fondle. Grace knelt before me and inhaled my cock into her throat. The first wave of pleasure that washed through me was almost my last for the night it was so strong a sensation. I had to stop her for a moment. We both moved to the bed and she went down on me again, this time masturbating me with one hand as she sucked and licked the top three or four inches of my cock above her hand.

I reached over with one hand and returned the favor to her, thrusting several fingers into her wet cunt. "I bet you liked walking around the mall without any underwear on. Did it occur to you that Russ or I could have taken you into a changing room someplace and fucked you right there in some store? Would you have liked that?"

"Oh my God, that's such a great idea. Tomorrow we're going to go and do that. I love taking risks and ... well, to admit it I like being an exhibitionist but I've had to trim my sails around here because so many company people are around. Sometime I'll visit you guys in New York and we can really put on a show for people. I always wanted to fuck in Times Square!"

Well THAT got me hard right away -- even more than her blowjob. "You're corrupting me," I told her. "I'm just your 'boy toy' -- your sex slave -- dedicated to delivering you pleasure anytime, anyplace. Times Square it is. Of course, we'll have to fight off the prostitutes."

Grace said, "Oh, I'll be your slut -- your prostitute. You and Emily can fuck my brains out -- that's all the payment I really want. I just want your cock in my cunt."

With that I repositioned myself and drove my cock deep into her cunt. "Oooooooh fuck, that feels so great. Fuck me. Fuck me fast. Make me cum. Make me one of your sluts. I want to lay in the middle of Times Square and have you pump your big fat cock into my cunt and make me cum."

I pounded into Grace almost at a gallop -- powerful stroke after powerful stroke. She raised her body to meet each one of my thrusts, emitting a shriek of joy and pleasure in synch with my thrusts. She came and I continued to pummel her cunt with my long cock, our bodies slapping together. She came again ... and a few moments later again ... and then yet again. Our bodies were soaked in sweat and soaked in the girl juice that Grace was emitting into our union on nearly every one of her orgasms.

Grace held her breasts for me, leaning down and sucking on one of her own nipples -- making it erect, pulling on her nips, squeezing her breasts together in a sexy move, trying to do all she could to deliver visual stimulation to me as I fucked her -- as I jammed my hard cock deep in her pussy.

Finally I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls. The first wave of pleasure hit my brain from deep within my body and then my liquid surged through my ducts on its way deep into Grace's vagina. I set jet after jet of my cum into her as I arched above her, suspended in time, suspended in space, as the flood of pleasure washed through me -- through us. Again, Grace came, using her legs to pull me deep into her body.

We rolled to our sides, panting and smoothing one another. Grace looked endearingly at me as she stroked my face. I was lightly stroking one of her breasts. "You please me so much," she told me, "I really like it when you're here. I know Emily has your heart but I want a piece of it too -- not too much, just a piece."




Decisions Ch. 05



For two weeks, Jacob tried to see Riley but couldn't manage it. Riley didn't avoid Jacob's phone calls, answered them starting the morning after he left the apartment. He refused, however, to discuss anything that didn't have to do with the Baxter murder case. As soon as Jacob began to apologize, Riley cut him off and asked if there was anything new to do with the case.

Riley was very careful to always answer the phone when Jacob called, unless he absolutely couldn't because he was on the job. To ignore the man would give him an indication of the hurt he felt, even if the whole thing was his own fault. Jacob hadn't lied to him, or done anything that he didn't want done. In fact, he was the one who had practically jumped on Jacob every time they were together. That still didn't mean that he would open himself up again.

When Jacob asked for a meeting, Riley asked what new information there was. When there was no real reason for the meeting, Riley refused to meet, saying they could discuss options just as well over the phone. The moment the conversation turned away from business, he excused himself and hung up.

He didn't avoid Blue, although he made it perfectly clear that they were not to discuss anything to do with Blue's brother. Not wanting to jeopardize their renewed friendship, Blue did his best to adhere to that condition. Jacob's name sometimes came up, but only to say they had seen each other or things of that nature.

The two men were meeting for dinner one evening, and Riley arrived a little early. He'd spent a couple of hours with Hunter and they parted in front of the restaurant. Riley barely had time to sit before Blue came in. He looked shocked and just a little angry, which surprised Riley.

"What's up? Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, I think there's definitely something wrong, Riley," he hissed, leaning forward over the table as he fought to keep his voice low. "Am I seeing things or was that really Hunter I saw you kissing out on the sidewalk? You can't be seeing that jerk again!"

"You don't understand..."

"You're damned right I don't understand! After what he did to you, I would think you would keep far away from him."

Riley sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "Look, I bumped into him a couple of weeks ago. He never got married and she was the only reason he ended things with me. It hurt him to break things off with me, but the woman did have a previous claim and he did what he thought he had to."

"And you believe him? The man is probably feeding you a bunch of lines to pull you back in."

"He hasn't been the least bit secretive -- I mean you saw him kissing me on the street! -- and when I told him he would have to wait to be intimate, he agreed right away. He said it would be hard, but he hasn't argued or pushed me even the slightest bit. He's even brought me to his place and everything. He never did that before, but of course, back then we were working together. It's so much better than it ever was. You have to trust me that I know what I'm doing."

There was so much more to the whole thing, but as much as he wanted to, Riley knew he couldn't bring them up right now. It was so delicate, balancing everything so carefully, he had to keep it all to himself. Not even Sara was in his confidence about this.

There was no mistaking the disbelief on Blue's face. Most likely, it was only his desire to keep their friendship going that kept Blue from saying exactly what he thought of the whole situation. Riley could almost see the internal struggle going on. On the one hand, Blue wanted to keep their friendship. On the other hand, a friend would try and keep another friend from making a terrible mistake. Waiting to see which side of the argument would win was a bit nerve-wracking.

In the end, Riley knew that he had pushed this too much and too far. Blue stood up from the table, shaking his head sadly. "I can't sit here and pretend that I'm all right with this. You're making a mistake, taking up with Hunter again after everything he put you through. I don't want to judge you and if you ever need to talk, please know you can call me, but..."

"I'm sorry. Sorry that you feel you can't even share a meal with me now. You may not believe it, but I do know what I'm doing and what I'm getting myself into. I'm not quite as stupid as people seem to think I am. I'll see you around, Blue."

Riley turned his attention back to the menu, not seeing the words printed there. He had no right to be hurt, because his actions ensured that this was exactly the reaction he would get. In a few days or weeks, when things settled down, it would feel wonderful to be vindicated. So what if his none of his friends understood or believed in him? He would do what he had to and that had to be enough.

"You're not stupid! What you are is naïve; gullible. You believe the best of everyone, even if they don't deserve it."

"Please go, Blue. Go before you or I lose our temper and say things neither one of us means. I know what I'm doing," he repeated. He kept his eyes down, unwilling to see the other anymore, knowing how he must look.

It took nearly a minute before Blue turned on his heel and left the restaurant. Riley slumped back in his chair, dejected and torn. Being with Hunter right now was the right thing to do. No matter how it alienated him from the few friends in his life, it was where he needed to be. Tomorrow he would call his parents. They knew nothing about this whole situation, and he needed to hear someone who would not judge him and tell him he was wrong.

His mother would tell him about the things going on in the neighborhood, the gossip that she loved to gather and was careful of repeating. Her son was an easy outlet, because he wouldn't repeat any of it, and even if he did, he was far enough away that it didn't matter. His father wouldn't take the phone, more uncomfortable with him, but he would give his opinions in the background. Some of his observations were often very funny and they would make him laugh.

Food was the last thing he wanted, but he forced himself to eat everything on his plate. There was nowhere he wanted to be and nobody was expecting him. At the edge of his mind, he knew that if he called Hunter to say he wanted them to meet, he would immediately be invited over. They didn't need to hide their meetings anymore and the contact would bring some kind of satisfaction.

Instead, Riley fingered the key in his pocket. Along with that key was a slip of paper with an alarm code. Yes, he would go and do some digging. That would keep him busy and stop him jumping into anything he wasn't ready for. No matter what he told Blue, or even himself when feeling lonely and dejected, he didn't know if he would ever let Hunter that close to him. Better for him to get some work done and dig up information for his clients.

At nine that evening, Riley eased himself down the darkened corridor, hoping the place was as deserted as it appeared. He used his keychain flashlight to see where he was going. At best, he figured he had half an hour at most to find the information he needed and get out. If he evaded the building's security, there would be no reason for anyone to check the security tapes. He had no idea how he would explain his presence otherwise. At least, he chuckled wryly, he knew some lawyers he could hire.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the personnel office and slipped inside. The blinds were drawn across the window, but he still refrained from turning on the overhead lights. Nobody could know he was here. The desk of the head accountant was in an office separate from the rest, and he headed that way, knowing the information he needed would most likely be found there.

The drawers to the filing cabinets were locked and he looked around for the keys. They weren't in any of the desk drawers, or anywhere else he thought to look. Did the person take them home every night? That was unlucky. He could check on the computer, but it would take too much time to hack the password from here. Every minute he lingered made it more dangerous. Perhaps...the head assistant! Usually, the assistant would arrive earlier and might be responsible for opening up the office. Riley hurried out and paused. From this perspective, he could see something promising about halfway down the room.

Slowly he made his way through the row of cubicles towards the glow he could see in the darkness. Yes, one of the clerks had left their computer on. He sat down and let his fingers stroke the keys, wondering if he could access the personnel files from here. It depended, he supposed, on whether the person who left their computer on would leave their access codes in an easily accessible place. He pulled open the small drawer on his left and smiled at the piece of paper taped to the bottom, half-obscured by a handful of pens and pencils.

Browsing through directories and files, he finally found the personnel files. According to the box that popped up when he tried to open them, he only had three tries to get the correct password. Riley scanned the list of passwords in the drawer and zeroed in on the most likely one. An error message flashed for a moment, before the box returned. Another attempt proved wrong as well, and he started to sweat. Heart pounding against his ribs, Riley spent a few precious minutes focused on the paper, trying to will the correct one to leap out at him.

None of them seemed right. There were four possibilities left and they all seemed wrong. What would happen if he typed the wrong one? At best, he would simply not have the opportunity to try again and would have to leave, since he couldn't stay any longer. At worst, his attempts would be flagged and they would know someone had been in the offices after hours.

With a deep breath, figuring he might as well take his chances, Riley carefully typed in his last hope. For a moment, he was sure he'd failed. The computer screen went blank for a few seconds, dashing his hopes. Then, the database appeared and he covered his face in relief. A few clicks and keystrokes and he was looking at the information he'd come for. Picking up a pen, he removed his notebook from his pocket and copied down everything on the screen, whether he needed it or not. Best to have too much than not enough.

He would go home, hop onto the computer and input his new searches with what he now knew, and things would start moving forward on this case. In the morning, he would call his mother and put the file together to forward to the client. Once that was done, he might take a little vacation.

There was his grandfather's cabin up in the mountains. A week away from people would do him a world of good. With one stop for groceries on the way up, he would be all alone up there, since it was late enough in the season for the few other cabins to be empty. He might even catch up on his reading and there were a few movies he'd bought but had yet to watch. Yes, a vacation alone was a fine idea.

******

By the time Blue got home, he already regretted leaving Riley in the restaurant. It was none of his business who the guy dated and he had no right to make him feel bad about it. Two weeks ago, when they finally got together again, Blue told Riley it wasn't up to him to agree or disagree with what Riley did. Now he'd just done it again. He really was a terrible friend.

"You're back early," Harley called from the living room. Blue went to the kitchen for something to drink while he answered.

"Yeah, I ended up not staying. Riley is back with Hunter and I told him it was a bad idea and left. He was making excuses for the guy and said he knew what he was doing. I should have stayed but I couldn't."

"He's back with that Hunter guy?" That voice didn't belong to Harley and Blue swallowed as he turned to face his brother. "What the fuck is he thinking of!"

It didn't take long for Blue to relate the conversation he had with Riley at the restaurant. He admitted how he had walked away, even though he regretted it before he got very far away. Now, away from the shock and the situation, he remembered the strange way Riley said 'I know what I'm doing'. There had been a strange emphasis on those words. Possibly it was a reference to people not thinking him smart. If there was more, he couldn't imagine what it was.

Their conversation was interrupted by Jacob's phone ringing. He listened for a moment, then cursed soundly. When he hung up, he stared off absently, looking angry and confused. "Apparently, Riley called off the sketch artist the law firm contracted with. I don't know what the fuck is going on."

Jacob had to go in to the office. He would meet with Foster, find a number for the PI firm Riley worked for, and try to find out why the sketch artist was cancelled. Was Riley trying to undermine the investigation into Baxter's possible alibi because of their falling out? He didn't seem to be that kind of person, but what did Jacob really know about him? If there was a reason, it had better be a damned good one.

******

By ten in the morning, Riley was ready to go to bed. He'd searched databases, printed reports, double-checked the information and stuffed everything into two envelopes to be sent off later in the day. He then called his mother and got an earful of all the gossip he could handle for the next year. All he needed to do now was take a quick shower and he would fall into bed and sleep until the following day if he could manage it.

He was almost finished his shower when a loud noise caught his attention. Frowning, he turned off the water to hear better and caught the knocking at his door. Swearing at the thought of his well-deserved rest going out the window, Riley hurried into an old pair of sweats and ran out to answer the door, leaving the towel hanging from his shoulders. A furious Jacob stood in the hallway. The man didn't even give him time to think of a greeting, just shoving him out of the way to barge into the room.

"Come in, by all means," he muttered, glaring at Jacob's back before shoving the door closed. "To what do I owe the honor of this early morning visit?" Okay, technically this couldn't be considered early morning, but fuck he was exhausted.

"Did you or did you not cancel the sketch artist we had scheduled to meet with Andrew Baxter?"

"Well, yes I did, but..."

"You had no right to do that! It was at your suggestion that we got the guy, and after being cancelled once, he agreed to come back and you go and cancel him again!"

"I know. I had to..." Once again, Riley couldn't get a word in edgewise and he started to get pissed off.

"Just because I let my mouth run away with me, which you won't let me apologize for by the way, you can't try and sabotage our client. The partners at the law firm are not pleased and have already contacted your boss."

"Before you start throwing accusations around, and trying to ruin my career, I would suggest you read your email! I sent you a message that I was going to cancel the sketch and why. But that would have been too easy, wouldn't it? Instead of trusting me to know what I'm doing, you automatically think I'm some revenge-minded simpleton who doesn't understand that a murder investigation and proving someone innocent is more important than my feelings."

Riley tried to shove Jacob out of the apartment, but even angry as he was, he couldn't manage it. Growling and muttering to himself, he stomped off to his room to get dressed. No longer tired, blood boiling as he replayed the encounter in the living room, he found the old suitcase and threw clothes into it. Fuck, if the law firm had contacted his boss, that meant that Mr. Wade would be pissed and probably fire him.

The knock, when it came, was soft enough, but it still made Riley jump and stumble over his own feet. He glared at the door, wondering if he should open it or not. Slowly, without even realizing it, the tension began to drain from his shoulders. Jacob was on the other side of the door, wanting them to talk.

Like Sara always told him, it was time to communicate. What good did it do to ignore the people who wanted to talk to him? All it did was to keep the hurt from going away when they might really just have said the wrong words. He sometimes said things he didn't mean when surprised or angered by something. If he'd heard the story of his counselor from another person, maybe he would have reacted the same way. 

Taking a fortifying breath, he called out for Jacob to come in. "I'm sorry that I took off and didn't listen to what you wanted to say. Um, when I told you about the counselor, I mean. It's a touchy subject for me, as you might have guessed." 

"I couldn't believe what that idiot told you. I spoke without thinking, but even so, it was a shitty thing to say to you." The two of them looked briefly at each other, until Riley couldn't take it anymore and lowered his gaze. "So, um, Blue says you're back with Hunter."

"No! God, don't you ever read your email? I couldn't contradict Blue, because it's part of a case and confidential. Even if he's your brother, I couldn't tell him anything. I could never go back to Hunter, not after you...I mean...I don't think about him in that way anymore."

Luminous green eyes, wide at what escaped unbidden, lifted again to look into pale brown ones. Jacob smiled at the expression of wariness directed at him. He took a step forward and cupped the soft cheek, sparse stubble lightly scratching the skin of his palm. He stroked a thumb over full lips, and shuddered when the tip of Riley's tongue darted out to taste him.

Riley trembled, unable to look away from the handsome man in front of him, who touched him with such tenderness. It wasn't an overtly sexual touch, yet his lips parted to accommodate his increased breathing. He touched the tip of his tongue to the thumb and nearly groaned at the delicious, salty taste. Without thinking, Riley then curled his tongue around Jacob's thumb and drew it into his mouth to suck on it.

It was good, not nearly enough, but good. Releasing it, Riley stepped forward, pressing his hands to the muscled chest before leaning up to claim a kiss. They tasted each other for a long time, slow and sweet, Riley opening up to let Jacob in. The trembling increased along with his arousal, until he couldn't stand it anymore and started to rock and whimper.

Jacob lifted his head to draw breath into lungs that were started to burn. He pressed kisses along the jaw and throat that was bared for his touch. Soon he changed to licking and nipping, causing Riley to gasp and arch his back as he searched for more. Glistening, swollen lips tempted him back up and they let themselves fall down onto the bed as they resumed their kissing.

"Jacob." Riley pushed Jacob away for a moment, needing to say something now before he forgot later. Being here with Jacob was so wonderful and so right. "I can't promise not to take offense at things you might say. I do promise to at least try not to overreact, and to give you a chance to explain or apologize."

"That's all I can ask; all anyone can ask. I missed you, you know. When I heard that you were with Hunter again, I hated it. I don't think I've ever been jealous before. I didn't think I could be jealous."

Something flashed in the depths of Riley's eyes at those words, which then turned dark. Jacob found himself rolled over with a squirming body on top and hands roaming all over, touching and stroking wherever they could reach. When Riley whispered in his ear, his voice was strained and husky.

"Make love to me, Jacob. I want to feel all of you around me and in me."

"Are you sure? We don't have to..."

"Yes." He started to undo his pants, rubbing his groin against Jacob. "I've been sure since we were in your apartment. I want this with you because I...I trust you, Jacob. I know you won't do anything to hurt me physically, and not emotionally either if you can help it."




Decisions Ch. 05



Jacob rolled them again, straddling Riley and helping to remove their jeans. Soon enough they were both naked and kissing again. Riley floated on pleasure, his mind letting go of all slights of the past, because he knew, now in this moment, that the slights were almost all of his own making. Well, the ones he attributed to Jacob were of his own making. Damn, since he was being honest, unable to be anything but with Jacob's hot hands stroking his skin, the slights from everyone but Hunter were of his own making.

He gave a strangled scream when he felt Jacob take his cock in, licking and sucking hard. His balls tightened up when Jacob palmed them, rolling them with just the right amount of roughness. Jolts of lust darted up and down his spine, causing his back to arch and twist.

"Do you have lube and condoms, if we're going to try this? It will be better for you with some slick."

How was he supposed to think clearly when all his senses were being overwhelmed? He gestured vaguely toward the bedside table, whining when the weight over him left. Riley opened his eyes, drinking in the sight of Jacob stretching to reach the drawer and the necessary items inside. He was gorgeous, Riley sighed, long body showing off muscles beneath taught golden flesh.

He couldn't resist letting his hands touch, pressing just hard enough to really get a feel for the texture of the skin. "I want you so much. More than I've ever wanted anyone in my life. I won't be afraid, can't be afraid of anything you do to me."

"Do you think you'd be more at ease if you took me first? Maybe going from that perspective will make things easier for you."

Riley sat straight up, eyes wide and feeling his face drain of blood. "No! No, no, no, I...it's not...no, that isn't an option. I couldn't possibly. I mean, if it's something you'd like, then at some point I might be able to, but not, no not now."

He realized he was babbling, but the suggestion was so shocking he didn't know what to do or say. In all his imaginings, even as a teenager, topping had never figured at all as something he wanted to do. It was almost incomprehensible to him. If he were more experienced, the idea probably would have occurred to him, or someone would have asked.

Thinking about it now, if he had tried to meet someone with the intention of topping, maybe he would be more experienced. His mind conjured up a pretend conversation with Hunter about the subject that made him giggle wildly.

"Does that make you think me strange?" he questioned Jacob once he'd calmed down.

"No, it doesn't. I'm surprised by your reaction, no doubt about that, but everyone's different. We'll have to discuss this later. Right now, I just want to make love to you. Can you relax? Put your arms over your head and let me take care of you."

Lying back down, Riley closed his eyes and gave himself over to the moment. His shock made his cock soften and Jacob went back to nuzzle his face against it. He liked being in darkness while his body was manipulated and loved. It brought to mind the dream that launched him back into life, the one that always made him think of Jacob even before they started down this path.

He felt the moist heat envelop him and fought to keep his hips still. Jacob stroked at his inner thighs, exerting the gentlest of pressure to part them wider. A knot formed in his stomach when suddenly slick fingers circled his hole, teasing and pressing, but not enough to push inside. It felt...kind of nice actually, and he relaxed a bit, letting his legs drift even farther apart. A small voice at the back of his mind reminded him that the first finger was pleasurable even with Hunter.

Annoyed at himself for even thinking about the other man at a time like this, Riley forced his concentration back to the mouth and fingers on his most private parts. He was completely hard again, hips moving of their own accord. Jacob lifted his head to tell him he could move before returning to his ministration.

The tip of one finger slid easily inside him. Riley sucked in his breath and jerked away from the pressure. All that served was to bring the head his cock into Jacob's throat and he whimpered. He panted and pressed his head further into the pillow, too ecstatic to realize for a few moments that the invading finger was all the way inside, twisting and moving. It was incredible, much better than the one time in the back of...no he would not think about that.

When the second finger pressed in to join the first, he automatically bore down on it. He felt fuller, but not uncomfortable. Of course, it was hard to find anything to complain about when Jacob licked down the length of his cock and sucked on his balls. He felt moisture on his belly and wondered at how perfect this all was. Jacob knew what he was doing, and for the first time Riley gave himself over completely. He knew for sure now that this was right. Giving himself to Jacob was definitely the right thing for him.

"Oh fuck!" The two fingers inside his ass had just touched something and fireworks went off behind his closed eyelids. No way. He thought that was the kind of thing people only wrote about in books, but there were the lights and colors exploding. His entire body lifted off the bed and Jacob took his cock back in, sucking hard.

His orgasm swept him up almost without warning. He jerked and trembled, screaming and chanting unintelligible words throughout. When his body finally relaxed and his brain started to function again, it was to find Jacob pumping those digits in and out of his body, extending the pleasure.

"You've got three of my fingers now sweetheart. Are you okay? Does it feel good?"

"It feels good, so good. I want...I didn't know. Please, it's so much more than I imagined."

"Let's get you turned onto your stomach and comfortable. There's nothing I'd like more than to watch your face, but it will be easier for you that way. Maybe a little later we can turn you over."

When Riley was settled on his stomach, his fears rose up to overwhelm him again. Nothing Jacob had done so far was painful or even too fast, but being unable to see changed the dynamics inside him. He told himself he was being silly, his eyes were closed during all the preliminaries after all. It didn't help.

Jacob could feel the tension fill the body beneath him. He wanted nothing more than to sink into Riley but knew that if he did, he would never feel the pleasure again. He leaned down and pressed kissing down the line of Riley's spine, taking time with each bump. His hands rubbed in long strokes up and down the sides of the smooth body, feeling ribs and making the beautiful man squirm at the slightly ticklish sensation. He kissed the swell of each butt cheek and started following the same path back up, bringing his fingers to start the process of relaxing and stretching Riley once again.

Riley cried silently at the tenderness and care Jacob took with him. He knew he had no reason to fear and suddenly shoved backward onto the delicious fingers bringing him such pleasure. "Oh God, that feels...please, Jacob I...I want..." Riley bit his lip to cut off his words, lifting his butt to ride the fingers inside him. They kept touching that same mind-blowing spot that sent arcs of electric pleasure throughout his body.

"Tell me what you want sweetheart. I'll do whatever you want, even if what you want is to stop this right here and now. Stopping would be the hardest thing in the world since I want you so much, but I'll do it for you." Riley shook his head. He wanted to tell Jacob, but those words wouldn't come out. He'd hardly ever spoken about those kinds of things out loud before, which made him embarrassed. "Come on, tell me."

It took several minutes of persuasion before Riley lost control of his tongue, just as he lost control of his body for a second time. By then he was trying to slam back on Jacob's fingers, stopped only by the other hand holding him by the hip to keep him from harming himself. The words were shouted as he came for the second time.

"I want you to shove your cock deep into my ass and fuck me until I come again and melt. I want to feel you coming inside me so deep and hard that I'll taste it all day tomorrow!"

Jacob froze and blinked at the crude and descriptive words. He took them as a sign that Riley truly was ready and slipped on the condom and slathered lube on. He made sure to put more than enough, to make things as smooth and slick as possible for his lover. When the tension threatened to return yet again, Jacob made a decision and quickly moved to lie down on the bed, Riley positioned on top straddling his hips.

"You be the one in control Riley. Take me at your pace."

Riley pressed down on the cock that rested against his hole. He whimpered at the pressure that remained uncomfortable, but just shy of being painful. When it popped through the ring of muscle, Riley gasped and kept still. The only sounds for several moments were of the two of them panting, waiting for him to feel ready to take more of Jacob in.

If he managed to keep from thinking, Riley instinctively knew what to do. He circled his hips slightly and relaxed the muscles in his legs to let him descend. It was slow and incredible, any pain he felt vanishing almost as soon as he acknowledged it. The entire time, up until he felt his ass rest against Jacob, his mouth ran away with sex words. He'd never before known he could talk like that. Think the words, yes, he knew he could do that, but not actually speak them. It was quite out of character for him. Of course, he'd never felt anything as wonderful and fulfilling as making love to Jacob before, either.

Once Jacob was fully inside him, he became silent. His body not only felt full, it also felt...complete. Awe kept him quiet and tears spilled over his lashes. Before Jacob could worry and try to stop their lovemaking, he leaned forward and kissed Jacob, whispering against the soft lips when he could.

"It's more than I ever dreamed, Jacob. It doesn't hurt at all. I love having your cock hard inside me, as though that's where it was meant to be. You feel perfect, joined with me. In just a second, I'm going to start moving, to feel that long prick of your sliding in and out, making me fly and come. God, it will be wonderful to come on your cock."

Jacob couldn't help it; his hips gave a shallow upward thrust into the perfect tightness. "You hold me so well, sweetheart. So very tight, as though you're holding me in a vice I don't ever want to escape."

Riley lifted himself a bit and let himself drop back down. He cried out and laughed. "Yes, you're so hard and deep inside me. I want more, so much more."

Bracing his hands on Jacob's chest, letting his fingers rub against the hard nipples, Riley began to fuck himself, bouncing up and down harder and faster with each passing second. His prick was, to his great surprise, already hard again, leaking profusely. He'd thought he would come again, but not so quickly after a second orgasm. God, he'd never come twice in so short a time, let alone three times!

He started having trouble controlling his muscles. He whimpered and pleaded with Jacob, unable to keep up the pace that made his body sing and ache with need. As much as he wanted to go on, he also knew he needed something more. He needed Jacob to take complete control over him.

Whether he actually made sense with his attempts at coherent speech, or Jacob simply knew what he needed, Riley felt himself being lifted. His ass felt so empty and he cried out, pleading this time for Jacob to fill him again.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Jacob promised in an attempt to reassure him. "Tell me what you want. On your back or on your knees?" Jacob didn't know how he managed to make so much sense, his mind focused on pounding into the tight ass and his body yearning for release.

"Want to...oh please...want to see you. Fuck me, take me until I can't see straight." Well, he was already at that point but who cared about minor details like that? Riley found himself almost thrown onto his back and screamed in pleasure. Jacob was so strong and wonderful and just about the most perfect man he'd ever known in his life. "Yes! Back in me, now. Now, please, I love y...your cock"

Oh man, it was too soon for the 'I love yous' to come out. Riley was aware of that even with his mind fractured and scattered to the winds. He keened uncontrollably as Jacob slammed back into his ass and hit his prostate on the way. Two more thrusts against the same spot and his legs tightened in their position over Jacob's shoulder, lifting his ass into the next down stroke of Jacob's body.

He jerked and wailed as he came again, just as strong as the previous two times, even if there was little to actually ejaculate. Jacob tensed over him and started to come as well, making Riley upset that there was a condom between them. He knew it was safer, but in that moment, feeling the cum inside his body, would have been heaven on earth.

******

Various aches nagged at Riley later that afternoon, after a short nap and shower. The two men were in the kitchen, fixing a snack. He still couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth while in bed with Jacob and kept apologizing.

"Enough. I told you, I thought it was hot and sexy, so let it go. Tell me," he went on, when Riley showed no sign of letting it go, "about the sketch artist and kissing Hunter."

"Oh! Well, it was really just a series of coincidences that led me to the answer. When I left your apartment that last time, a thought popped into my mind during the cab ride home. The woman Hunter was engaged to when he broke up with me was named Veronica."

Jacob stared at Riley for a moment, shaking his head. "So, you've asked Hunter and he confirmed it was the same woman? You're telling me that your Hunter Nelson is Shane MacCready?"

"Actually, no. Hunter didn't go to college anywhere around here. He attended Dalhousie University in Nova Scotia, Canada. I just got to thinking what a huge coincidence it was that Hunter was engaged to a woman named Veronica and Veronica Jones was the name of the victim in the Andrew Baxter case I'm working on. I kept coming back to the signature line of those letters she received almost every week.

"Hunter always signed his notes with his name, Hunter, with these stupid antlers at the top of the letter H. Those initials, however, kept nagging at me. I continued a little game I started earlier, trying to think of names that would go with those initials. SHNM. The S and the M obviously stood for Shane MacCready, which left the H and N. That led me back to Hunter Nelson. Since I knew it couldn't be Hunter, I put that aside and kept going. One other name jumped out at me, a name I was unfortunately very familiar with: Noble. I realized that I knew someone with that name. Hunter Noble is Hunter Nelson's uncle, one of the chief officers of Legal Editions, where I used to work.

"Once I knew that, I, um, borrowed Hunter's key and the alarm code during one of our dates. Last night, I went in to the offices and accessed their personnel records. Mr. Noble's full name is, Shane Hunter Noble MacCready, and before helping to establish Legal Editions five years ago, he taught classes at the college. We assumed that Andrew's friend from college was the same age he was, attending classes, when in fact, he was the professor of one of his classes."

Nobody could have put those tiny clues together and have them add up to a complete and accurate picture. Jacob was amazed and awed at the manner in which all those varied pieces had made sense to someone who had the confidence to go with them. He went over to Riley, who was putting the finishing touches on the sandwiches for their snack and hugged him tight.

"You know, I think that even though you're too smart, I'll still think of you as my pretty little twink. We'll just keep your intelligence our little secret." To his surprise, Riley sent him a wicked little grin over his shoulder.

"I know, I'm much too smart to be a proper twink, but I'm working on it."

Riley laughed out loud when he was pounced on and soundly kissed. Just that and his heart started to thud against his ribcage. He wanted to make love to Jacob again; to take Jacob into his body and be completely possessed. Damn, he really was a submissive, but not so much that he couldn't be a little assertive about it. Did that make him a submissive dominant or a dominant submissive? Whatever it was, he really didn't care.

He started rubbing his body against Jacob, forgetting about any lingering soreness or the sandwiches waiting on the counter. He wanted to touch and be touched. Jacob's phone picked that moment to start ringing. Riley cursed it soundly, blushing when Jacob laughed. The sandwich it was, then.

The phone call was from David Foster. Riley listened in on Jacob's half of the conversation and knew that whatever it was, it was bad news. Something had happened to Andrew Baxter, which, while removing him from being a suspect in Veronica Jones' murder, didn't sound too pleasant. With words like 'blood loss' and 'surgery' being spoken, things were very bad for Mr. Baxter.

"What happened?" he asked quietly once Jacob hung up.

"Someone stabbed Andrew Baxter this morning. He lost a lot of blood before he managed to reach a phone and call for help and he's currently in surgery. You probably heard me tell Foster that you found out the identity of Shane MacCready. He wants both of us in the office, where the lead detectives will meet us."

Riley nodded and both men moved to get ready to leave right away. They would stop off at Jacob's apartment so he could change into a fresh suit. "Was it MacCready?"

"He didn't say who his attacker was when he called 911, and by the time the police and paramedics got there, he was unconscious. We'll just have to wait until he wakes from surgery to know if he recognized his attacker." Neither one of them mentioned the fact that Baxter might not wake up from surgery. It all depended on the extent of the damage, and how much time passed between the attack and his call for help.

Ten minutes later, thanks to a bit of speeding and cooperative traffic, they were at Jacob's apartment. Riley waited downstairs, pacing on the sidewalk while thinking about everything that had happened. The attack on Baxter didn't make sense. Mr. Noble, MacCready Riley reminded himself, couldn't have known that Baxter fingered him as possibly being involved. He was so careful not to let most people, people who didn't know him from the past, know that his name was anything other than Hunter Noble. All public information about Legal Editions: letterheads, business cards and publicity; only used the name of Noble.

If MacCready paid a visit to his old friend Baxter, would Baxter have volunteered that information? Riley thought that was doubtful. MacCready couldn't have learned anything from the police or the media, since the police weren't actively looking for him and wouldn't have given his name to the press.

After a few moments thought, Riley came up with two possibilities. First, one of the places the police had called to find him, and that he himself had tried, might have lied and later passed on the information to MacCready. Second, the other Shane MacCready might be a relative of some sort, and he passed on the information. Riley took out his notebook and jotted down those two options to follow up on, if he was still on the case. He could always pass it on to the detectives later if he wasn't.

"Are you ready to go?"

Jacob smiled at him and he felt something flutter in the pit of his stomach. This man had given him not only a second chance, but a third chance as well. The last thing he wanted was to do anything to ruin what they had, or might have in the future.




Decisions Ch. 05



Acting on impulse, barely taking the time to glance around them, Riley pulled Jacob down for a quick kiss. "I'm ready to go anywhere with you. You're so sexy, both in and out of your clothes, and I'm lucky you even want to look at me twice considering all I put you through."

"You can make it up to me as soon as this meeting is over. Come on, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave."

"Riley? What the fuck is going on?"

Both men turned at the sound of the angry voice, which turned out to belong to none other than Hunter Nelson. Riley winced as he told Jacob who it was and prepared to speak to the man who, in his mind, had every right to be upset. What he had done was nothing near as bad, but Riley still felt bad about having deceived Hunter.

Having both of them in front of him, Riley knew without a doubt that Jacob was the more handsome of the two. It was more than appearance, however. Jacob seemed more vibrant, had more presence than Hunter did. Not that Hunter was lacking, exactly, because he was very handsome as well. No, it was something more that made Riley feel more attraction to Jacob. Maybe it all had to do with the way they each had treated him, but Riley knew without a doubt who the right man for him was.

"Hunter, um, I was going to talk to you tonight. This is, well, let me introduce you to my..." He had no clue how to introduce Jacob. Neither boyfriend nor lover seemed quite right, and it might be too soon for partner. Taking a deep breath, he plunged forward, telling himself he could apologize later if Jacob objected. "This is Jacob Evans, my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? You're dating me, you little shit."

"No, I was spending time with you. I met Jacob last year, and we became more involved a bit more than two weeks ago. I'm sorry for misleading you, but there was a reason I can't tell you about right now."

Hunter's face turned an alarming shade of red and his mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments. Suddenly he seemed to calm and actually smiled. "I get it, you're doing this to get back at me for the whole fiancée thing last year. That was badly done of me, but it's in the past."

"I'm sorry, Hunter, this has nothing to do with revenge. What you did to me last year made this easier, but I needed information and you were the best way for me to get it. I can't give you details right now. If you want, I can give you a call as soon as I can tell you more. Please excuse us, we have an appointment that can't wait."

Riley felt terrible, worse than he thought he would when he started on the path of deceiving Hunter. He started to turn away but Hunter grabbed his shoulder and forced him back. Before he could even reorient himself, pain erupted in his head, quickly joined by a similar flare in his stomach. He found himself down on the ground when he could take stock of his surroundings again, curled up against the pain.

Jacob helped him to his feet, reassuring him that Hunter was gone. That was the last thing on his mind. He knew that he deserved the attack to a certain degree, even if he didn't like it. Riley had hurt Hunter's pride and the man had retaliated in the heat of the moment. He waved away the concerned inquiries into how he was feeling, closing his eyes against the slight dizziness from the blow to his jaw.

Halfway to the appointment, Jacob cleared his throat and Riley looked over to see a frown. Before he managed to make his brain send a message to his mouth to ask what was wrong, Jacob started to speak. It almost sounded like he was talking to himself, kind of low and musing, but Riley heard every word.

"Something isn't right about the whole Andrew Baxter/Shane MacCready thing. If they were friends, why didn't Baxter have any real information on how to reach the man? I mean, it seems strange to think that MacCready would always have initiated contact between them."

"I was thinking earlier that maybe one of the phone numbers we have might have someone there who, under normal circumstances, would forward calls to either Mr. Noble's home or office. I mean, to Mr. MacCready. If MacCready was responsible for the murder, he would have changed that arrangement. I agree though, that it's improbable if not impossible."

While they waited at a traffic light, Jacob reached over and traced a finger over Riley's reddened jaw. "The difficulty in finding the man that might prove our client innocent, the two attacks on that client, it doesn't feel right to me."

"To me either," Riley agreed, twining his fingers with Jacob's. "I mean, the first attack came when we were ready to do a sketch. Nobody but us and Baxter knew that was coming, so if MacCready was responsible, why do anything since we couldn't find him. Plus, how would he even know? Now that I've managed to identify Hunter Noble as MacCready, Baxter is attacked again. It's senseless. He couldn't have known, because I was the only one to have that information. All anyone else knew was that I cancelled the sketch, not the reason behind it."

"Unless he was alerted somehow to you being in the offices to access the personnel files that could identify him."

"I suppose. Even so, there is no proof of him being responsible for the murder, only that he also had a motive. All that would come of us having the information is that the police would question him."

Jacob parked the car in the parking garage across the street from the law office and helped Riley stand. Once he was steady on his feet, they slowly walked to their destination, lost in their individual thoughts. They thought of the problems getting all the information to fit into a nice tidy package. Riley felt like he was missing something obvious but couldn't put his finger on it. He wanted this case to be over with. For one thing, keeping all those names straight was giving him a headache.

The detectives had already arrived by the time Riley and Jacob entered David Foster's office. Detective Vincent Toscano towered over everyone in the room, topping Jacob by at least three inches. He seemed to have a perpetual glower that didn't go at all with his soft voice. It was a little disconcerting, as though someone else stood behind him talking for him. Detective Gemma Haskell looked as though she should be on a fashion runway somewhere, painfully thin with a thick mane of curly black hair. She spoke a lot more than her partner, thanking them for coming to the meeting and asking them for the information Riley gathered about the identity of Shane MacCready.

They congratulated him on the work he'd done, even though they weren't too pleased about the methods he'd used to gather his information. They promised to do their best to see that he didn't suffer any repercussions, while David Foster stated that he would represent him if anything did come of it.

The problems Riley and Jacob talked about were set on the table, to see if together they could come up with possible explanations. Nothing came of it, but all agreed that it was more than a little suspicious. There had to be something more, some detail that would make everything make sense if they could only find it.

"Is there anything you can tell us about the crime scene for Baxter's attack?" Riley leaned forward as Jacob posed the question, curious to hear if anything would click into place for him.

Detective Haskell spoke quietly with her partner for a moment, then smiled at the men. "I think we can satisfy some of your curiosity. From outside the apartment, there was no sign that anything might be wrong inside. No forced entry and no sign of blood anywhere. Inside the apartment, there was a trail of blood from the kitchen to the living room, where a phone sat on a table next to the couch. There was a cell phone charging on the kitchen counter, but we assume the victim couldn't lift himself up enough to reach it. Either that, or in his state of shock, he forgot it was there.

"Aside from the trail of blood, there was a pool of blood both around the victim and on the kitchen floor where we believe he lay before getting the strength to drag himself to the living room. There was blood spatter on the lower kitchen cabinets and the refrigerator. We didn't find a single drop of blood elsewhere in the apartment. Not in the kitchen sink, except for immediately surrounding the knife that was left there; not in the bathroom where the perp might have washed up.

"It is possible that the perp took the time to clean any trace, and we're waiting for a report from the crime scene technicians. They were going to swab the drains and use an ALS on the whole apartment. Whoever did this was either very good or very lucky."

That was rather more information than Riley expected. Twice he ran through the report silently, and each time he found himself with more questions than answers. They weren't getting any more information from the detectives, even though they asked those questions that were foremost on his mind. The two most glaring ones were: why was there blood spatter only on the lower cabinets, and how could nobody have noticed someone leaving the apartment or building.

Riley supposed that the attacker could have showered, changed clothes and carried the bloody clothes out with him. Still, to do all that, clean up any random blood drops between the kitchen and bathroom, then tidy up the bathroom before leaving, would have taken a lot of time. Had Andrew Baxter waited that long before dragging himself to a phone to call for help? It just didn't make sense.

Then there was the blood only on the lower cabinets. There should have been at least something a little higher, or a bit further than just there. Had Andrew already been down before he was stabbed? Even though Riley acknowledged he was far from an expert, someone who stabbed another more than once would throw off an arc of blood droplets upward. Maybe he watched too many crime shows and assumed too much.

Nearly two hours after arriving, everyone was ready to leave. Jacob and Riley paused outside, neither one sure what to do now. Did they leave together or go their separate ways with promises to get in touch? Riley knew he had to make his position clear to Jacob, since it was his fault that there was any awkwardness between them.

He took a deep breath and stared off to the side, trying to find the words to make things clear. He wanted there to be no doubt of his sincerity. When Jacob touched his shoulder, squeezing gently before rubbing down his arm, he knew what he needed to say. Over thinking things never worked for him.

"I've made a couple of decisions, Jacob, but they mean nothing unless you accept them."

"Tell me. Tell me what you've decided." The low voice was slightly rough and it sent shivers racing up and down Riley's spine.

"I've decided that I want you in my life. I also decided that if I have any decisions to make in the future, you will help me and guide me to make the proper ones." He kept his eyes averted, afraid both of what he might reveal and what he might see. When the silence stretched out, he blinked rapidly and took another breath. "I realize it's probably more responsibility than you're interested in accepting, and that's all right. You just...well, I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone before. I feel more for you than I've ever felt for anyone too."

Jacob urged Riley to look up and meet his eyes. They were warm and kind and understanding, and they made Riley sigh and relax. "I'm not interested in being your lord and master, Riley. In no way am I better than or superior to you. I have my strengths, but you do as well. We both also have weaknesses. If you want me to help you make decisions, it will be my pleasure, just as I will look to you to help me make my decisions."

"All right. So, now we come to a decision you need to help me with. Shall we go to my place or yours?"

"My place first, so I can get some clothes. I like your place better. Mine is just for show, yours is all about you."

******

Riley groaned as he slid into Jacob's tight hole. Jacob had pestered him about topping for the past month and Riley finally gave in. It felt absolutely amazing, he thought as he bent to claim a kiss. He licked and nipped his way down Jacob's jaw, waiting for his lover to relax and let him know it was time to move.

When he felt Jacob wiggle beneath him, Riley slowly drew back his hips before sending them forward again with a sharp snap. He grinned at the encouraging moan and the way Jacob tightened his legs. His greatest fear, that he would somehow hurt this beautiful man, seemed to be unfounded.

They settled into a rhythm, slow glide out, quick thrust in. Jacob babbled beneath him, head thrown back as he chanted 'Yes' and 'Oh God it's good' and 'Fuck me harder'. Riley bit his lower lip and slightly shifted his position until he pressed against Jacob's prostate to incredible results. It didn't take long before Riley felt the changes in the body beneath him and reached down to stroke the hard leaking cock that lay between them. Half a dozen pulls and Jacob erupted, soaking both their bellies with his release.

The tightening of the channel around his prick was almost alarming and Riley fell into his own orgasm with barely any warning. He collapsed once he was done, panting in concert with Jacob while petting the sweaty, golden skin he loved so much.

"Was it good, Baby?" he couldn't help questioning.

"It was so much better than good, sweetheart. You didn't enjoy topping too much, though, did you?"

"I liked it just fine." Riley couldn't help but worry, his entire body tensing in case he'd hurt or disappointed the man he loved.

"You, my pushy little bottom, usually have a gutter mouth when we make love. The things that tumble out from those pretty lips are enough to make sailors blush. Plus you're usually loud enough that the neighbors call the cops on us."

Riley knew he turned bright red at the reminder of the time, a week ago, when they were interrupted in the middle of a sex marathon by the pounding of police officers. The cops looked as embarrassed as they felt and issued them a warning to keep it down. The two of them had since started to look at houses they could buy or rent, for privacy's sake.

"Being a bottom is easy. I mean, I don't really have to think too much and can just let go. Topping is, well not difficult, but it has a lot more responsibility. I had to think about getting you ready to take me, think about not just ramming in and going to town and think about making things good for you. After some practice it might be easier for me, but I prefer being your pushy little twink bottom. Maybe we could keep this kind of thing for special occasions."

"Sweetheart, you take all the labels and blow them out of the water. Especially the labels you invented yourself. We will always only do what you're comfortable with. I love you."

Riley blinked. He kept on blinking when the wetness threatened to spill over. "I love you, too. We better get cleaned up and dressed. Blue and Harley will be here soon and they said they had something important to discuss. I'm so glad that Blue was so understanding about the whole Hunter thing."

What Blue and Harley had to discuss was that the house next to theirs was going to be put up for sale in the next few months. It was in a great area and having such wonderful neighbors was a bonus. Riley and Blue were closer than ever, meeting for lunch whenever they could manage and going shopping together. When Jacob and Harley got together to talk cars, Riley and Blue let them be and did some cooking or watched romantic movies.

"I'm surprised you went back to accounting, Riley." He and Blue were alone in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes, since the others had already drifted outside.

"I prefer it. Of course, the law firm insisted that they reserve the right to ask me to conduct some investigations for them. Mr. Foster was very impressed with the quality of my work, apparently. I don't know. I found out about MacCready, but only because I had a previous acquaintance to help me out."

"You did great work. I still can't believe that Baxter and MacCready were working together."

Now that the truth was out, Blue knew the details of the case and why Riley had been pretending a renewed relationship with Hunter. More details emerged all the time about the extent of the deception. Each of the two men planned to put out clues and evidence to implicate the other, but not enough to actually provide proof. It all fell apart because MacCready kept meticulous documentation and it was found during the execution of a search warrant.

All the inconsistencies were explained by the partnership, as well as the fact that Baxter had decided to double-cross his partner by stabbing himself and pointing the finger of blame at MacCready. Poor Veronica had brought her fate upon herself, in their opinion, when she decided she was leaving Baxter to go back to Hunter Nelson.

"So," Blue started, bringing Riley back to the present, "I guess now is when I get to say I told you so."

Riley stared for a moment, unable to think what his friend might mean. "You told me so about what, exactly?"

"That Jacob was perfect for you and I was right to try and set you up. Even if my timing was somewhat off."

The two of them laughed. Riley knew that loving Jacob and letting Jacob into his life were the two best decisions he'd ever made. He would make those same decisions again in a heartbeat if he had to, with no reservations.



Decisions Ch. 05



"Although the scene and characters in this story are still in high school they are all 18 years or older."



Kurt had called Jill's parents and they were at the hospital when she came out of the examination room with the police officer.

Her parents rushed toward her and both gave her big hugs. "We are so happy you are safe!" cried her mother.

"Thank God for Rob!" exclaimed her father. "He told us what happened and you walked out in a huff. You got that from your Mother."

The policewoman said they could take her home. 

"I will come by to see you tomorrow," Rob said.

"Yes I want to see you. Tell Joan I am alright and not to worry. Also thank the team for helping you save me."

After they got home Jill went to her room to wait for her mother. She called Rob. "What did you say to my parents? Surely you didn't tell them you tried to fuck me, did you?"

"Of course not! Do you think your parents would have been so accepting of me if I had told them that? Hell, if I told them I have seen you completely naked, they would have lost it! I told them we had an argument on where we were going tomorrow with Joan and Kurt and you got upset because we wanted to go to the zoo."

Jill laughed, "I could see the expression on their faces with my father getting completely red in the face and mother's lips moving with nothing coming out."

Rob laughed at the thought of this sight, "Yes, I can see how that would have been awkward. Anyway, how are you feeling? I really feel bad about what happened to you. It was entirely my fault. If I hadn't been so stupid you wouldn't have walked into their clutches."

"Don't blame yourself lover. If it wasn't now it could have happened when you were not able to help me. Enrique would have gotten what he wanted, but with a bonus. I owe you big time. As far as how I feel, my mouth is sore and my breasts burn from all the biting, scratching and squeezing I endured. My mom is coming up to give me something to ease the discomfort. I doubt I will be wearing a bra for a few days."

"I can't wait!" teased Rob. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. I love you"

"And I love you. See you tomorrow." 

Just then Jill's mother came in the room. "How do you feel? I assume that was Rob you were talking to just now."

"Yes, I wanted to thank him for rescuing me and to be sure he thanks the team. He needed that posse to save me. I don't feel too bad. My breasts hurt because they mauled them and I am tired."

"Take your blouse off so I can see what damage has been done. I think I can give you some relief." Jill removed her blouse and her mother examined her breasts. She took a tube out of her pocket and started gently spreading a cream over Jill's breasts. Jill got a little embarrassed.

"Mom, I can put cream on my breasts."

"I know you can, but I just want to help. I bet you wouldn't get so huffy if Rob was the one doing this," she said with a smile.

This really embarrassed Jill. "Mom! Why would you even think such a thing of me?"

"Remember I was your age once so I have been there, done that! I know you don't think your father and I have sex, but that is where you and Willie came from. I am not being critical, nosy or judgmental. I know you are not just holding hands and walking along. You are eighteen and this is part of growing up. How do your breasts feel now?"

Jill took her blouse, held it up and drug it across her breasts. "They feel much better. How did you come to have that cream?"

"You father gets a little frisky at times and nibbles a little too hard. When we first got married and I mentioned this to your grandmother, she gave me a tube of this. I am now giving this tube to you and informing you it is in the pain relief section of the drug store. You won't be wearing a bra tomorrow, but I think you will be able to on Monday for school."

"Yea, I can see the snickers and leers I would get! Thanks, Mom." 

"You're welcome.

Around 1 PM the next day Rob came by to see how she was. Jill's father called her and she and Rob went into the family room.

"I want to hold you so tight, but I think that will hurt you."

"It probably will, but you can kiss me," said Jill

They had a nice chaste kiss. "I think that is about as good as it gets today, lover." Mom came and put some cream on my boobs last night and they are a lot better today, but no bra, ta da!" she proclaimed as she pulled open her blouse.

Rob was taken aback as she never had been so forward before, but he wasn't going to pass up a chance to look at them. He would have to turn in his man card! "It looks like they really worked you over with all the scratches and bruises I see. I may never be able to play with them again."

"Don't be silly! By our date on Friday they will be begging for attention. By the way Mom knows you have been up close and personal with my titties. I know, I was aghast when she said that. She explained she was my age once and that is part of growing up."

Just then Joan came in and Rob told the girls he had to go over to the school to lift weights.

"How are you?" asked Joan. "I was so worried about you, but the guys made me go back to the house. I wanted to go with them. Care to talk about it?" 

Jill gave her a blow by blow account of her ordeal. She opened her blouse to show the damage done to her breasts. She showed her the cream her mother had given her. "Apparently my dad gets a little carried away at times," she said with a smile.

"You were fortunate not to have your virginity taken by those losers. That is something you want to be special. Speaking of which, you know I got my cherry popped last night. It was time, even though the drinks and playing with the guys had a lot to do with it. So now you are the remaining virgin. Remember the pact we made years ago?"

"Yes, we vowed that when one lost her virginity, the other had to if she was in a relationship where she wanted to give it up. Before this happened I had made my mind to give it to Rob, but haven't been in the mood. However, now I realize that sometimes it is best to act. I almost got raped last night."

"But Rob was the reason for that."

"No. It is my fault, not his. I am the one who came up with the idea of him putting his cock into my pussy when I had no intention of letting him deflower me."

"I can't believe Monica licked your pussy and then made you lick hers. That sounds gross!"

"Not really. I was revolted when she went down on me because I am straight. But she is really good. She made me lick her and that was not as bad as I thought. It might be fun sometime to try it once."

"Maybe," replied Joan, "but you have a mission to accomplish first. 

A little later Jill said "Joan I saw Kurt fucking you before I left. I thought I heard a cry of pain from you and then you were moaning when I went out the door. You don't have to, but did it hurt that much?"

"Yes, it did. If it hadn't been for the booze, Kurt would not have gotten his dick anywhere near my pussy.  But once he slipped in it felt so good, I let him take my cherry. It hurt big time when he busted it, I could live with that, but he kept pounding away so the pain didn't subside until the end. I did have a small orgasm which helped somewhat. We did it the next day and it was better. Tonight I expect sparks to fly. So I am telling you to keep Rob under control and it will be great."

"I don't think that will be a problem. Anyway it will be after my boobs stop hurting. Right now he is not going to touch them."

Friday finally arrived and not too soon as she wanted to see Rob. The cheerleading coach kept her on the sidelines due to her breasts being sore. She was dressed in a tank top and jeans. She was given a seat with the other girls (she just wasn't doing the routines). Jill still wasn't able to wear a bra, which also came into play in the coach's decision.

The team won again by a large margin so everyone was in a great mood. Mel, the star wide receiver was having an after victory party at his parents' house. Rob and Jill decided to make an appearance. Naturally everyone was congratulating Rob on another great performance. 

They also expressed their thankfulness to Jill that no more harm had been done to her. The party was a good one and soon the music was turned on and a lot of the kids started to dance. Jill was talking with the other cheerleaders as well as other girls she knew.

"I can't believe you have even been in class at all this week," stated Brenda, "I would have been so traumatized that they probably would have put me in the loony bin! You were lucky Rob got there when he did. I am not a virgin, but still thinking about it gives me the chills."

"Enrique didn't know I was a virgin until he started feeling me up and poking around in my pussy. Turns out they followed Rob and me a few weeks ago. One of the gang came up to Rob's van to eavesdrop. We were definitely engaged in very heavy petting so he thought we were fucking. Close, but no cigar!" All the girls giggled.

"How are you physically?" Judy asked, "I heard they were very rough on you."

"Other than my boobs, I feel pretty good. I thought maybe my pussy would be sore from the dildo they threatened to shove all the way into my pussy if I didn't cooperate. But the only discomfort I really had is my breasts."

Brenda said, "I guess Rob is not going to get any tittie tonight then, poor guy. Jimbo would go bonkers if he couldn't get a little playtime with my boobs." Again the girls giggled.

Laughing, Jill said, "Rob will get to see my knockers as I am going to take this top off when we get home. I think we will rent a movie and watch it in the family room. My parents won't bother us as my mother has figured out that we have gone beyond holding hands and advanced to playing doctor! Having my sore boobs has not been fun, but it could have been much worse. I haven't said anything to anyone and neither can you. While they were molesting me, I heard enough that I don't think they were planning on letting me live. Case in point is that they cut my panties off and Enrique drew the knife over my breasts and nipples. Granted, he did it lightly, but he left no doubt in my mind what my fate would be when they were done."

"My goodness! Rob and the team turned out to be Johnny on the Spot," exclaimed Judy. "Instead of a party we would be attending your funeral."

"That is if they had found my body. I am sure Enrique had a plan to dispose of me when he was done. After all, this was not spin-the-bottle they were playing."

Jill went to Rob and said, "Let's split, get a movie and go to my house."

"Sounds great to me, let's go."

They were on the couch in Jill's family room watching 'Footloose', eating popcorn with cokes. Jill sat up and removed her top at which Rob's eyebrows went up in pleasant surprise. "Don't get any ideas lover. I am trying to get a little relief. This soreness is lasting longer than Mom or I thought. I guess those people gave mine more abuse than my father gives my mother. Anyway his nips and squeezes are out of love, not hate. Now put your arms around my shoulders and let's watch the movie." That is what they did. Rob even behaved himself.

After the movie Jill leaned over and gave Rob a kiss. "You have been so good; I have to give you a reward." She reached over to the end table and produced a tube of salve. "If you promise to be gentle, I will let you put this cream on my breasts."

"I promise, but you will have to tell me if I am not doing this the way you need. You know I love you and will never hurt you unnecessarily."

"I know you won't hurt me, so get to it!" she smiled and handed him the tube.

Rob squeezed some cream on his fingers and gently started spreading it on her right breast. He looked into Jill's eyes and didn't see any sign of discomfort so he continued applying the cream over her boob. When he got near the nipple, he asked, "Am I doing this to your standards and do you feel like I should put some on your nipples? I know they got a work over from those goons."

"Rob, you are doing better than my mother. In fact, I think that one feels better already. My nipples have been the sorest, so they need the cream more than the rest. I really thought you would start with the nipple first. Go ahead."

Rob then applied some cream to that nipple and the one on her left breast. Jill moaned and caused Rob to ask in concern, "Did I hurt you, honey?"

"No, your touch always fills me with desire, coupled with the slight discomfort just aroused me. Look how hard my nipples are." Rob did and, to his amazement that they were.

Jill took the tube from him and said, "Stand up lover." 

Rob looked at her, but did what she asked. Jill turned him around so he was facing her and she undid the buckle on his jeans, opened the fastener, pushed them down and pulled his briefs down. She then took his cock in her hands and stroked it, eliciting a moan from him. She cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed. She leaned over and took each one in her mouth, massaging them. She licked up the shaft to the tip. Upon reaching that goal, she inserted her tongue into the slit. This drove him wild. Then she slid her lips over the tip and gently sucked causing him to moan his approval. Slowly his dick disappeared into her mouth wherein she raised up until only the tip remained. With a suck, she went down the shaft and surprised Rob as his cock completely disappeared. The sight of his entire boner in her mouth with her nose in his pubic hair almost caused him to cum. He managed to hold off as she withdrew and started giving him the greatest blow job of his life. Jill's head started bobbing up and down faster causing Rob to put his hand on the back of her head in a guiding effort.

"Jill, I'm cumming NOW!" as he exploded into her. She took him in and swallowed every bit of his sperm. As he relaxed she let his now shrinking cock slip from her mouth. He looked into her smiling face, "You didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I wanted to and you deserve it and so much more. But now you better get your pants pulled up because we can explain my top being off, but not your pants around your ankles.

The next week went slowly for Jill and Rob. Even though it was an exam week both were thinking of each other. 

On Thursday Jill sought out Rob. "Hi," she said when she found him coming out of the boy's room.

"I thought we agreed not to see each other this week until Friday?"

"We did, but I have something to tell you, or rather show you. It is great news." Jill turned around and told Rob to run the back of his hand either up or down her back. He did as she asked and found she was wearing a bra.

"Are you sure you should be doing this? I don't want you to try this too soon," he said with concern.

"They have been feeling good for a couple of days and Mom took me to the doctor yesterday for an examination to be sure there wasn't something more serious. The doctor said everything was fine and I should start wearing my bra again. If I have any discomfort I am to take it off. The day is almost over and I am fine."

"I am glad for you as you have been through a terrifying experience, one that I cannot even imagine," Rob said.

"Thank you, I just wanted to let you know as you have been so worried about me. Before you ask, your teammates have been keeping me informed about you. Anyway, we are on for tomorrow night. Why don't we go to the Bistro for dinner and then spend the rest of the evening by ourselves?" Jill said with a wink.

"Sounds like a winner to me. I'll pick you up at six."

"OK."

The rest of the day was a blur for Rob and he knew tomorrow would be torture as he missed being with Jill. Finally the bell rang, ending the school week. Rob let out a sigh of relief and headed home to get ready for is date with Jill. Rob rang the doorbell a minute to 6, having showered, shaved and changed his clothes. He was wearing khaki pants and a golf shirt. Jill's favorite way for him to dress when they went out to dinner.

Jill's father, Fred, answered the door, "Well there is my daughter's hero."

"Good evening Mr. Jacobs, I appreciate your sentiments, but I am not a hero. Anyone else would have done the same."

"True, but you are the one who did it. You will always be a hero to us, right, Mary?"

"No doubt about it," Mary agreed. "You saved our daughter's life. I can't imagine life without her. Thank you again and always, Rob. Make sure to express our thanks to the team members that helped out. We don't know what we can do to repay you young men."

Rob was getting a little embarrassed, "You don't owe me anything Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. Jill being safe is reward enough." Fortunately Jill made her appearance at that moment.

"Mom and Dad quit embarrassing Rob. He saved me, not you."

"Yes he did, but you are our daughter so we have a right to feel the way we do," Mary replied. Fred nodded his head in agreement.

"Let's get out of here, before they make you the Pope!" Jill said with a smile as she pushed Rob toward the door.

When they got outside Rob noticed Jill was wearing a little black dress that was shorter than he had seen her wear before. "Wow!" he exclaimed. How did you get past your dad wearing that? Did he put a chastity belt on you?"

"No silly, I just waited around the corner for them to go overboard and figured Daddy wouldn't notice, and he didn't." Rob opened the door to the van and helped her in, went around to the driver's side, started the van and they were off.

"Rob is so modest," Mary said, "I wouldn't mind if she let him fuck her."

"How do you know he hasn't? It seems kids are having sex earlier and earlier."

"He hasn't. A mother knows."

"Well if they do, I hope she doesn't get pregnant."

"She won't."

"She won't?"

"Right she won't. I took her to the doctor eight months ago and got her started on the pill. It's what mothers have to do. Jill told me when we came home from the hospital that she is a virgin."

"You mean you asked her?"

"In a roundabout way, when they were in the basement family room the other night and Rob left, she was topless. I understand that as her breasts were really sore. When I asked her she said she had her top off all evening as Rob had seen her boobs before and she mentioned they have even been naked together. Jill did say Rob may get lucky one of these days."

"Be a helluva way to thank him and I wouldn't be upset at all," Fred replied with a smile.

Jill and Rob arrived at the Bistro and were immediately shown to a secluded table as Rob had requested. "Is this satisfactory to you?" he asked.

"Perfectly," Jill replied. They both ordered lemonade to drink while they looked at the menu. "Order whatever you want, I'm treating!"

"No, it is my responsibility to pay for my date's meal." 

"Not this time. My parents gave me a credit card and specifically ordered that this dinner is on them. I think the filet mignon, baked potato and green beans sounds good. You can order what you want. Don't even think about arguing any more unless you want to go against my mother. I can assure you it won't be pleasant and you will lose."

"Alright, alright, I give up. The filet sounds super to me. Do you want me to order?"

"Yes, you can do that much," Jill said with a victory smile on her face.

After dinner they went window shopping at the mall for a while and then went to the lover's nest. The detour served to let their meals settle and to ease the apprehension.

"How are you coping with the ordeal?" Rob asked when he stopped the vehicle.

"Alright, I guess. Thanks to you and the team little damage was done, so I think I will not have to have any counseling. Had Enrique and his gang completed their plan, I wouldn't be here. Let's not talk about it right now. This is our time." With that Rob leaned over and they shared a passionate kiss. When Rob started moving his hands, Jill ended the kiss. Let's get in the back where we will be more comfortable for a change. You set up the mattress and give me the plug."




Decisions Ch. 05



I leaned in a kissed her passionately. I told her softly, "You already have it; you already have it."

We kissed and pawed each other for quite a few minutes, listening in part to the squeals and shrieks from the other bedroom across the hall. Finally I said, "Shall we go and peek?" 

Grace nodded enthusiastically; "I love to watch other people fucking. It's sooooooo erotic and stimulating. Sometime I'd love to film you or Russ making love to me just so I could watch it later and see what I do, how I act, what my face looks like."

We peered in the other bedroom from the doorway. Emily was lying on her back on the bed with Russ slowly moving his cock back and forth into her pussy. There didn't seem to be any rush to his move, but Emily appeared to be enjoying him to the fullest. Kim had her pussy atop Emily's face; Emily's tongue was wavering in the air assaulting her slit and clit. Kim and Russ periodically kissed or tongued one another in the space above Emily.

"Grace, do you have a movie camera?"

She smiled and disappeared for a few moments. She returned with a little hand-held Canon video camera and handed it to me. I figured out the controls and then put the camera in record mode and moved closer to the fucking trio. For the next fifteen minutes I moved around the bed, zooming and videoing the writhing trio in a wide variety of positions and through orgasm after orgasm. Finally, after a long sequence in which Russ pounded into Emily, I captured the end of that scene as he came into their two uplifted open mouths, his cum splattering across their faces and down onto their breasts. 

Kim and Emily kissed and shared the cum after Russ' ejaculations ceased and then rubbed their breasts together smearing the remaining cum over their upper bodies. Kim then proceeded to lick and suck more of it from Emily's ripe mammalaries. 

"God that was sexy," Grace said. "The two of you sharing cum and all. I'll love watching that."

"I just don't want to see it on YouTube," Emily said. We all laughed. 

Emily held her arms open to me and I went and snuggled into her warm body. Somehow I didn't mind that she was still slightly covered in cum and that she'd been banging her fuck buddy only moments earlier. The whole scene was so erotic and stimulating. We kissed and hugged. Russ, Grace and Kim went into the other bedroom. 

I rewound some of the video sequence so Emily could watch Russ fucking her. We played it back on the small two-inch screen. She was fascinated. "I can't wait to watch it on your high def large screen," she told me. 

"If you're ever out of town and I'm not, this'll provide me hours of pleasure," I assured her. It was, in fact, one of the best porn films I'd ever seen, no doubt due to the fact that I had a personal and physical relationship with each of the 'actors'. 

I heard fucking going on in the other bedroom and reset the camera. Emily and I went in and I filmed Russ fucking, in turn, Kim and Grace. They went on a long time and finally I told them there was only about three or four minutes of tape left in the camera. 

They made good use of those three minutes. Russ brought Kim to a mind-blowing orgasm as I focused on her face and torso as the pleasure stoked her body to a new high. He then repeated the process on Grace as I focused on his stiff rod bringing her to yet another orgasm. I panned out and caught her body writhing under his as she climaxed, particularly her facial expressions as she'd wished. In the last minute Russ exploded again into their upturned faces and bodies. 

The trio collapsed exhausted from their exertions. Grace said to me, "Working under these intense studio filming rules is ruining my make up," she dabbed at some cum on her cheek and lapped her finger. We all laughed. 

I explained that I was going to make each of us a DVD provided that we all pledge to never show it to anyone else. I guess we all had a lot of trust, because we all agreed that it'd be fun and sexy to have a memento of our weekend. Grace had some blank DVDs. I slipped on some shorts and got my PowerBook laptop from the car. Soon I'd started the process of uploading the video from the camera to the computer and burning the DVDs.

Emily had slipped on a light housecoat of Grace's as we watched some of the video upload in the living room. "What are the others doing?" I asked.

"They've all gone beddy-bye," she said with a smile. "We're the only ones up."

"Then come here," I held my arms out to her.

"Take these off," she said, tugging at my sole item of clothing -- my shorts. I did.

Emily went down on me. "You taste divine," she told me. "I can taste Grace on you; that's good. I like that flavor." She inhaled me again. We both periodically watched the computer screen where Russ was pounding into Kim. "I liked that -- the filming I mean. This is so sexy." She leaned up and kissed me.

I held her little housecoat open and pulled her over me. Emily straddled me and we made love on the sofa, her housecoat open in front revealing her large breasts to me as they swayed to and fro as she rode me. Occasionally, we looked beside us at my laptop that now showed Russ thrusting into Emily with great intensity. Very hot. Very hot indeed.

*****

Emily ended up going home on Thursday morning the following week after spending three complete days with her client. By that time we were truly fucked out and by 'we' I mean the five of us - Russ, Grace, Kim, Emily and me. We were all putting Cortisone cream on our body parts where we'd developed chaffing from screwing all the time -- and we were at work from eight to five or six o'clock each day1 Further, we all had sleep deprivation since the evenings and night were our prime time for our sexual romps. I think we were all looking forward to the next weekend since we could all take a rest from each other and recover some of our stamina -- not that another night of orgy activities wouldn't have been fun to do, mind you. 

I told Emily I'd see her Friday night and that I'd come direct to her apartment from LaGuardia when I got in. She made me promise to spend Thursday night with Grace, Kim and Russ as she kissed me in the early morning and slipped away to catch her ride to the airport. She whispered to me, "Tell the girls you love them. They do love you, you know?" I didn't know and her remarks came as a complete surprise. I didn't know what to say but I sure wanted to have a longer discussion with Emily about this.

Thursday night after work, Russ and I took Grace and Kim out to a very romantic dinner at Harry Starker's Restaurant -- one of the top steakhouses in the country. We would have just been two couples out for dinner but we got noticed because the women took turns paying A LOT of attention to each of us. One table in particularly noticed that we were really a foursome rather than two twosomes. As they left, shortly before we were done, both guys gave us big smiles and thumbs up. 

By prior agreement, Russ and Grace went back to her house for the night and Kim and I went to her condo in downtown Kansas City at The Manhattan. As we drove along we laughed about how I had a condo in Manhattan and she had one in The Manhattan -- over twelve hundred miles away.

We made soft and gentle love that night. I picked the word love to describe what we did because it was so tender, caring and thoughtful -- and, well, emotional. Somewhere late, when we were both cuddling after our lovemaking we both told each other we loved one another. Kim was very content with that and our remarks and cooing led to our making love yet again. We slept entwined in one another's arms.

The next morning we kissed goodbye and I went to do a half-day's work with Grace and her project. Russ greeted me as I arrive at the office and just said Grace and he had had a very powerful and emotional lovemaking session. I told him that Kim and I had too. 

I went to work with Grace for a couple of hours and to close out our week with her regarding the consulting project. She actually rose from behind her desk and came and gave me a big hug; it wasn't sexy or seductive or even improper -- it was just a big hug. I embraced her.

She said, "I'm going to miss you guys this weekend. I know you'll be back Tuesday but I feel like we've been living together for a long time and now are being torn apart. I just want to tell you I love you and I'll miss you." She hugged me again.

I said to her, "Grace, I love you too and even though I'll be back with Emily, I'm going to miss you -- and Kim -- a lot. I have a new home here and it's with you." We hugged and kissed and fortunately no one walked by her office.

"Now," she said pushing me to arm's length, "we are working professionals that have not tried to fuck each other's brains out for two weeks and who haven't developed a huge affection for each other." She paused and looked at me to be sure I was on her wavelength and then said, "Now, I have some questions about the results of the first round of interviews and the flow charts you left for me to review."

*****

Emily threw herself into my arms as I arrived at her apartment. "Oh, I missed you so. It's like I haven't seen you for years!" I inappropriately reminded her it had only been about thirty-six hours since we kissed goodbye. For that I got slugged in the shoulder. I also got another kiss to make it all better.

I took Emily to a Vietnamese restaurant near her condo that I'd seen from the taxicab. The food wasn't actually all that bad and they didn't have cat, dog or monkey on the menu that made it an even better choice. We strolled back to her place. I showed her how to really drink Grand Marnier liqueur by sipping it myself and then jetting the sweet orangey alcohol into her mouth. The effect of my demonstration was just like turning the volume up on the radio. Emily was almost ready to rape me she got so horny -- and so fast.

She said, "THAT is one of the sexiest things I've ever had done to me, and I include all our prior weekend activities!" I bowed then started to unbutton her dress.

Over the next hour we made love about five different ways. I don't mean positions. I mean the kind of emotions that we shared as we loved one another and gave ourselves to each other. We were at first just horny and passionate, then we were sweet and loving, then rough and at rage with one another, then we were innovative, and lastly we explored tantric sex although we gave up after a while and allowed ourselves to cum together. 

We lay together coupled by my deflating penis after our orgasms raged together and gave us a sweeping sense of joy and togetherness and love. 

"Emily," I asked, "when you left yesterday you told me to tell Grace and Kim that I loved them. I did ... and I think part of me really does. It's just ... well ... before last night with Kim and this morning with Grace, I'd never used those words nor had they. Doesn't it change things? Make things more complicated, especially for us?"

Emily leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips very tenderly, "Yes, my darling man, it does. It makes things very complicated but life is very complicated. I think one woman can tell when another woman is really in love. You can see it in how she looks at a man, how she touches him and talks to him, how they kiss or hug, what she says about him to others and how she says it. Both of those women are in love you - Russ too if that takes the pressure off. But you are loved and you should return that love. I didn't want either of them to feel used, particularly after all the sex. Love does change things. In this case, I think it makes things better."

"Did you learn something about love you didn't tell me when we were walking around that pond?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she replied, "Love is NOT a zero sum game. We get so we think that we only have so much love to give. If I give love to you then Russ doesn't get any. If I give to each of you then Grace or Kim doesn't get any. In fact it's just the opposite, the more I give away, the more I get. The more love I make the more there is for everyone to have. There's no upper limit. In fact, I think one of my missions now is to love more people -- to spread love to those that will accept it."

I leaned in and kissed her. "So my loving Grace and Kim is good?"

"Do you love me less because you told them you loved them?" Emily asked.

"No. Not a bit. I think I love you more," I replied.

"Do you love Pam?" Emily asked with a sly smile.

"I'm not sure. I think for a while I did. Recently she's been acting funny. Besides, you said you thought she wanted to lock me up and keep you and me apart."

Emily said, "If you loved her would you love me less?" pushing the point.

"No. No, I wouldn't," I said emphatically.

"Then maybe the thing to tell her, to show her on Monday is that you love and care for her. Don't push her away. Instead embrace her in your thoughts. Share your love with her -- share our love with her."

"What if she wants exclusivity?" I asked.

"What if I did -- or Grace -- or Kim? What would you tell us right now?"

I explained, "I'd tell her what I told you a week or so ago on our walk around that pond in Kansas City -- that we can't be all we'll ever need or want from each other, that we need others in our lives. I guess with Pam I'd talk about jealousy and tell her my thoughts on that too, and also about commitment not meaning ownership or submission."

"How do you think she'd respond to hearing all that?" Emily asked.

I thought for a few moments, "I don't know. I really don't know. I guess she'd either buy in -- and be like Grace and Kim, or she wouldn't and we'd both know we had divergent values and beliefs."

Emily said, "Monday, I think you should have this discussion with Pam if she's receptive. See what happens."

"Emily, you are so smart and pretty and sexy and I love you so much. You are wise beyond your years ... and I want us to make love again." And so we did.

To be continued... 



Decisions Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Adding Pam to the Group and Resulting Orgy

Much to my surprise Emily had adopted and even refined my philosophy about love and extending it to the people we care about. With that as prelude she'd told me to go to work and tell Pam that I loved her. Pam had been a potential girlfriend, but we'd fallen into the role of 'fuck buddies' instead and hadn't moved too far beyond that until Emily showed up in my life and I fell in love with her. Not that I couldn't fall in love with Pam too, just that my attention was diverted for a while.

Thus, Monday on the way to work I picked up a small bouquet of flowers for Pam. She was already at her desk when I arrived. I walked up and put my hand gently on her shoulder and held the flowers out for her. She whipped her head around, her blond locks flying through the air as she tried to focus on the flowers and me at the same time. She looked almost puzzled.

I said softly so no one else in the office would hear, "I've missed you."

She sighed and looked doe eyes at me; "David ... I've missed you too. And ... and ... and ... I just don't know what to think."

"Maybe this will help," I said. I reached and took her hand, brought it to my mouth and kissed her palm and then closed her fingers around the kiss. I looked her in the eye and said, "Pam, I love you."

There was a long period of silence, as she looked at me in utter disbelief. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, she stood and hugged me then ran down the hall to the ladies room trying to stifle a sob. This was not quite the reaction I had expected.

I went and found a small vase and put some water in it for the flowers, and left them on Pam's desk. I was into my e-mail when Pam appeared at my door. She'd apparently regained her composure. "What about Emily?" she asked in a soft questioning tone.

"Pam, come and sit," I gestured to the chair beside my desk. "We need to talk."

As Pam said, I began, "Emily and I just spent about two weeks together and we're very happy together." Pam was taken back. The paradigm I was presenting her with clearly didn't work on her internal computer.

"But you just told me you loved me," Pam said.

"Yes, and I do. I also love Emily. And, I've met two very special women in Kansas City that I also adore." I paused and could see Pam was very confused. 

I went on, "Pam, I'm not messing with you. All I'm doing is showing you that there is another way besides 'exclusivity' in deep relationships. I am committed to each of them but that doesn't mean we own each other nor does it mean one of us is subservient to the others or that we control each other. Also, there's no jealousy; quite the opposite in fact, strong mutual support, love and our mutual desire to participate in each other's joy."

"I like Emily," Pam said softly as someone walked by the door. "She's all right with this? And these other friends?"

"Yes," I explained, "they all have the same feelings I do. And we love each other. Emily is very fond of you, by the way, and would like to get to know you better."

"Oh wow," Pam said. "I've got to think about this." She rose suddenly. "I'll be back," she said and walked away. I noted that she at least wasn't mad any longer -- confused perhaps, but not mad.

I turned back to my computer rather than pursue her. I'd best let her think about what we'd just said to each other. I was pleased that she was in a better mood than two weeks earlier. 

I had several meetings and was running around the office worrying about staff on the two Kansas City jobs. Russ and I talked for about half an hour too. As we were parting I invited him to join Emily and me for dinner and 'whatever' after work. He looked pleased and said he would. I left a message on Emily's cell phone.

Unsolicited, Pam delivered a turkey wrap and diet coke to me about lunchtime. She gave me a big smile as she did. I rose and kissed her on her cheek; I think I made her afternoon. She pranced away clearly in happy frame of mind.

About three o'clock she came back into my office, this time sitting in my extra chair. "I have a question," she stated. I nodded and she went on, "Do Emily and the three women know about each other? That wasn't clear to me. Also, are all these relationships physical?"

"Pam, they are all physical relationships as well as emotional relationships. We care about each other. And yes, we not only know about each other we make love together -- with each other."

Pam had a sharp intake of breath. There was a silence then she got up from my chair again and moved slowly to the door. She turned and said, "Back to my 'think time.'" She went back to her desk and appeared to immerse herself in a pile of old invoices. 

Half an hour later she was back at my door; "I have another question. Are you the only guy?"

"No. It's a polyamorous relationship," I said. I didn't volunteer any further information. She turned and went back to her desk.

I called Russ and asked him if I could divulge to Pam that he was part of our polyamorous relationship. He asked the predictable question about how discrete he thought she'd be with the information. I told him I believed she would keep things quiet and may even join us. I knew Russ had always had the hots for Pam so this clenched the deal.

Pam came back a few minutes later. "What's a polyamorous relationship?"

I started, "Well, one writer called it ethical non-monogamy. Basically it consists of long-term, multiple, but stable relationships instead of the norm. The premise is that love isn't limited or a 'zero sum game,' instead 'Love is infinite,' and the more you give the more you get. There are lots of versions, but to me it is very much among independent and equal people. In this case, right now, there are two males and three geographically dispersed females. I could introduce you to some of them in the next week or so, plus you already know three of us."

"I do?" she asked.

"Yes. Emily, Russ and me." Pam's eyebrows shot up at the mention of Russ' name. She got a little smile on her lips.

I added, "I tell you this in confidence; it's expected that you'll be discrete with this information regardless of what you decide."

"Oh, I will; I will. I promise I'll never mention this." Pam nodded to confirm her commitment and returned to her desk. I watched briefly and she actually was doing work at an amazing pace. I think her brain was in high gear and McKennitt was getting the spillover benefits.

Pam came in about fifteen minutes later and asked, "How would I start? I mean I really like you -- even love you. I guess you know that. Russ I really like. But, ... I mean ... with the others? How ...?"

I said, "Why don't you join Russ, Emily and me for dinner tonight. No pressure and you can leave when you want or if you feel uncomfortable. I don't even know exactly what we're doing but we're meeting at Emily's a little after six."

Pam said, "Oh geez, that's fast." She turned and walked away without indicating whether she was coming or not.

A little after five I looked out and saw Pam packing up her things for the evening. She didn't look at me but I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. I stuffed the last of what I'd need in Kansas City in my brief case as I prepared to leave too.

As I came out of my office, Pam was standing there. She said, "Can I ride with you?" She smiled sweetly.

"Of course, sweet lady," I said as I took her arm and we walked to the elevators.

*****

We met Russ on the ground floor. Introductions weren't needed and he knew from Pam's presence that she'd opted in to the strange relationship matrix we were building. He gave her a big hug and kiss on her cheek. They both blushed.

Emily was already at her apartment when we got there. She was pleased to see the three of us and showed it by giving first Russ and then me metal melting kisses. She then turned to Pam and held her arms open in a welcoming gesture. Pam hesitated and then moved in and the two women kissed; at first it was just a friendly peck but it rapidly expanded to a passionate tongue-involved kiss between the two of them.

As they parted, Pam said, "Oh wow! I've never kissed a woman before. That ... that was great!" She and Emily smiled at each other.

I pulled Pam to me and told her I've been waiting to kiss her passionately all day long and I was disappointed when we didn't visit the stationery closet. Pam came and we duplicated the hot kisses already dispensed. After a couple of minutes, Russ tapped me on the shoulder. He then embraced Pam with an equally hot kiss.

Emily and I went into her small kitchen and I got wine for each of us. I could see that she had picked up some Chinese takeout on the way home.

Pam came into the kitchen followed by Russ. She was panting. She said, "I haven't done anything yet and I'm about ready to climax and I'm panting. What's that tell you?" We all laughed.

Dinner was relaxed and very informal. We laughed a lot over some things at work and Emily amused us with some 'advertising gone bad' stories. After dinner Russ suggested we walk down the street to get ice cream. Pam looked relieved that no one was going to jump her bones right then. 

The ice cream trip took about a half hour. On the way back, I walked with Pam. I asked her, "Are you all right? Any problems? Change your mind? Postpone things?"

"No," she said. "I really like all three of you -- you especially. The idea of group sex is sort of boggling my mind right now but I have to confess I've read a lot of stories online about this kind of stuff and it really turns me on thinking about it. I'm ready."

I hugged her and then kissed her. Russ and Emily walked by and smiled at us.

Emily dimmed the lights back at her place and I stood in front of Pam and romanced her mouth then her face and ears, then her neck and arms. Russ and Emily were tending to each other only a few feet from us in the small living room. We watched as he removed Emily's blouse and bra, baring her large breasts and then helped her shed her skirt and slip.

I helped Pam pull her top over her head and then, as we kissed, removed her frilly bra. I opened the zipper on Pam's slacks and she wiggled them down her legs and stepped out of them. She checked Emily and Russ as Russ shed the last of his clothing, his large penis mostly erect and swaying in the wind as Emily reached for it and pulled it to her mouth.

I was the last one nude but only seconds behind Pam. Russ had sat on the sofa as Emily delivered him a blistering blowjob. I maneuvered Pam beside him and pulled her legs apart so I could bury my head in her pussy. As I did I watched Russ pull Pam to him and kiss her again, one hand starting to massage her pert breasts.

In spite of her evident nervousness, Pam was the first to cum. I knew her spots and took full advantage of what I'd learned about her over the months we'd played around at the office. She was almost mute until a minute before she came, then she'd started to mouth instructions to me, "Oh David, move your tongue ... now put your finger inside ... that's it ... left ... up ... oh shit, right there. Oh Shit! OH FUCK, I'M CUMING!" 

I allowed Pam to collapse into Russ' waiting arms. I rose back on my knees and watched as he kissed and hugged her, one hand around her pinching her nearest breast. She was panting between his kisses. She finally said, "THAT was amazing. I've cum before -- lots. But the intensity of that was near a record. I think I'm nervous and I'm also sexed up. Watching you give Russ of blowjob while I'm getting my cunt licked is definitely 'hot'."

Emily said, "Switch around." She moved onto the couch in front of Russ and I sat on the sofa next to her. Pam immediately inhaled my rod, deep throating my rock hard cock. I groaned several times partly in warning of too fast a pace. Pam slowed down adding more saliva and slobber to her ministrations. 

Emily and I kissed passionately, letting our tongues sample each other's mouths. She told me, "I can taste Pam on you. She tastes good. Before the night's out I'm going to get some of that first hand." I was stroking Emily's breasts. I told her I loved her with all my heart. I really did feel my heart wide open to love -- giving to Emily, to Pam, to Grace, to Kim, and, yes to Russ.

Emily arched and came with a long, low-pitched moan that left no doubt a pleasure wave had taken over her body. I kissed her hard and then bit on one of her nips to heighten her arousal. I heard a vocal, "OH FUCK" beside me. 

I pulled Pam up, putting her next to Emily. Russ and I, almost by agreement, thrust into the women at the same time. There were moans of penetration pleasure all around - My God, what an erotic sight. Both women were holding their bent legs partly in the air, affording us maximum availability to fuck them as well as a side-by-side sight picture that was unforgettable. 

At one point, I looked at Russ and said, "Switch for a couple of minutes." Pam's eyes got big as we traded places. Russ put his purple monster against Pam's moist opening and thrust into her cunt. I buried myself in Emily; we both purred. We varied the pace and the angle, the women showed each other different ways to pull our rods deep inside them then Russ and I switched again.

I jammed myself into Pam, surprising her, and then went through a series of very long strokes. I could feel my balls rumbling. I told Pam and she locked her legs behind me and pulled me into her. Emily leaned over and kissed her passionately with lots of tongue action. I sped up, pounding into Pam's cunt. We came together, Pam's orgasm cresting even higher thanks to Emily's care and kisses.

As the bliss passed over us I pulled Pam to me and kissed her. We looked at the couple next to us as Russ told Emily he'd be there in less than a minute. Pam whispered to me, "Let me go to her," so I let her recline on the sofa next to Emily again. This time, Pam embraced Emily and administered the kisses, the fondling and pinching of her breasts and giving her loving hugs. Emily came in an explosion that must have rocked the building if not the city. "OOOOOOOOOH," echoed from her mouth as she wailed through the ecstasy. Russ nearly echoed her wail two octaves lower.

We all collapsed next to each other on the sofa, a happy mix of arms and legs, tits and cocks, and leaking body fluids. I actually thought we were through until Emily started to shift around, moving ultimately between Pam's legs. I moved next to Pam on the sofa.

"Are you sure?" Pam asked her.

"Oh, never more sure of anything in my life," Emily told her as her tongue extended and she started to lick Pam's pussy and suck my dripping cum from her hole. 

Pam came almost immediately. "OH FUCK that feels good," Pam exclaimed as she threw herself back into my body where I grabbed a breast. I ran my other hand down to her clit and rapidly massaged it as she rode through her orgasm. From her actions I knew I was driving her to a higher cum that just the cunnilingus Emily was giving.

Emily kept up the tongue action on Pam until Pam came again, although this time without the high intensity.

I then heard Pam ask Emily, "Can I return the favor?" Emily nodded and moved to recline between Russ and me on the sofa. Two minutes later Emily shouted out her orgasm in a wail of bliss. 

Pam rose from Emily, her face and chin covered in Russ' cum and Emily's girl juice. "I never knew women tasted so good. And Russ you're definitely in my diet now. I'm shocked that I'm bisexual -- at least with you, Emily." The gals smiled warmly at each other and touched fingers in a sexy way.

We rested, sipped some more wine and talked. We were idly stroking each other's sexual organs and bodies. Whatever happened to be in reach was fair game.

Both Russ and I stirred again. Emily pulled me up and announced that she wanted some time with her lover and pulled me to the bedroom. I heard Russ tell Pam that he was glad the two of them could be alone because he wanted to get to know her better.

Emily and I made love and I was surprised how hard I eventually came in her body and how much semen I deposited in her tunnel. We lay there stroking one another after the climax listening to Pam and Russ' orgasm in the next room.

A few minutes later Pam came in and after a brief conversation the two women went into a sixty-nine position sucking the cum from each other. Both announced they loved the taste of the love mixtures they each had and the receptacles they had found for the fluid. 

Russ and I both had to go home and pack for our early morning flight to Kansas City. We called for two taxicabs since we were going to different parts of the City. With great reluctance we got dressed and prepared to leave. Pam had decided to stay the rest of the night with Emily -- sharing the same bed and maybe some further touching. 

I heard Emily ask Pam to stay with her for the week. The two women hugged and I confess my cock stirred again watching as their naked breasts rubbed against each other. I was going to have some fantastic phone sex with them during the week, well, unless Grace and Kim weren't busy.

I knew Emily wouldn't be in Kansas City that week but would the following week. She made Russ and me promise to carry her love and caring to Grace and Kim. We both speculated that we would need Pam out there for a few days the following week to help with some of the admin and graphics work on the project. Now, THAT would be a fantastic week.

We all had a lot to look forward to and I was so glad everything had worked out as harmoniously as it had. After all was said and done, I never had to decide between one woman and another. I had them all. In one sense it was ego gratifying to be loved by four women but I didn't think of it that way. Instead I felt I was lucky to have four women that accepted my love for what it was. Things felt well balanced and I could tell that what we'd started would last a long time. 

Russ and I kissed Pam and Emily goodnight and told them we loved them. We left the two naked women to their passions. We all felt good about the world. 

The end of this part of the story.