2 comments/ 16827 views/ 2 favorites Fight or Flight By: SpicyExquise Spicy... Unlike many people who get very stressed about travel, I have a somewhat philosophical attitude. Generally the type of travel that I do doesn't involve crawling under barbed wire, having to bribe officials, or having anyone shoot at me. And so I treat delays as minor inconveniences at worst, and opportunities for engaging with people I otherwise wouldn't at best. So an unanticipated overnight stay in a Heathrow hotel due to a cancelled flight, along with a whole lot of other stranded passengers, has left me sitting at the bar, wondering what the night has in store for me. Nursing my Shiraz, I notice two spectacular women of around my age enter the bar, take a seat just a few stools over from me, and order a couple of cocktails. I listen in to their voices, and they sound very exotic - they speak flawless but accented English to each other, one sounds Russian or east European and the other vaguely Spanish - hard to tell. They look like a pair of co-workers, dressed in smart business attire, off on a work trip somewhere - until I hear one of them wish the other "Happy Birthday", and refer to her colleague as "My love". I smile at my own presumptions, dismiss a tiny pang of disappointment - they are both gorgeous, in very different ways, and I would have relished the thought of a night with either of them - but then decide "in with a penny, in with a pound" as the Brits say - an evening with a couple of exotic lesbians is going to be far more interesting than anything else this bar has to offer, from the morose barman to the couple of other sole businessmen on stools, and the family of four in the corner. That's assuming they are interested in company - to them, I may look just as boring as the other people in the room that I assume are boring. Especially since this appears to be a special night for them. But what the hell, the worst that can happen is a shrug-off. So I turn to the birthday girl and say, "Do you mind if I raise a glass to your birthday too?". She turns to me and does a well suppressed double take. I frown slightly - does she know me? Do I look like someone she knows? No idea. She turns back to her partner, they exchange a glance I don't catch - was it "Get rid of this loser", or something different? But she turns back to me and smiles, and introduces herself as Veronique, and her partner as Olga. And yes, their plane was delayed - they are travelling to Peru for a two-week visit to Veronique's family. They don't get into details about their relationship, but it's fairly obvious from the way that Olga place her hand casually on the back of Veronique's chair, but letting her hand rest against Veronique's ribs, that they are quite intimate with each other. And I can't help noticing, as Veronique re-crosses her legs on the stool, that the slit in her skirt reveals that she is wearing real stockings under that skirt. I love a women who dresses well both visibly and invisibly, and my mind wanders away from our conversation for a moment thinking about what she might be wearing underneath her outfit, and how lucky Olga will be to watch her undress. I do admire women with nice shoes too, and she's wearing a gorgeous pair of shoes that accentuate the lovely curve of her calves. Veronique does most of the talking, with Olga sitting behind her, smiling, and leaning forward so that her breasts press against Veronique's back. I feel a stir of arousal in my groin, and immediately give myself a mental slap and smile at myself - these are lesbians, I need to let go of the thought of any kind of sexual adventure tonight. I anticipate only a conversation, but after twenty minutes of chatty conversation, Olga announces that she is starving, and invites me to join her and Veronique at the restaurant for dinner. I'm frankly a little surprised, but happy to take them up on their invitation - they are an interesting and entertaining couple. We soon find ourselves sitting in a booth at the hotel's restaurant, with me on one side, Olga on the other, and Veronique between us. Exquise... I am filled with gratitude and excitement - gratitude towards Olga for generously giving me the best birthday present I could ever have imagined, and excitement at having met such an interesting and sexy man as Sean so serendipitously. Now that Olga has invited him to join us for dinner, I know she has given me the green light to turn the evening, and possibly the night, into whatever I can orchestrate. And all my senses tell me, whenever I make eye contact with Sean, that this night could indeed be memorable. Not only is he sexy beyond what I could have hoped for, but he turns out to also be smart, fun, and a superb conversationalist. All three of us have instantly connected, and have created an atmosphere of ease, curiosity, and undercurrents. But I am starting to feel a little sorry for the poor man! By all indications, we are a committed lesbian couple who are only interested in spending a couple of interesting hours over a meal to pass the time while stranded at the airport. Little does he know that we actually have an agenda that gives him a crucial role - who ever gets to fulfill someone's sexual fantasy after all? - and that my body is on fire. I cross and re-cross my legs, feeling the building pressure in my crotch, my skin feels hot to the touch, my nipples are straining against the fabric of my sleeveless top, and I can detect the moisture between my legs seeping out onto the fabric of my thong. It has been so long since I have made love with a man that my body is clamoring for the feel of his cock pumping into me. If I do not play this right, we would have a quickie that would leave both of us slightly disappointed. If he shows any interest in what I have in mind for us, I am determined to pace myself and draw every single drop of pleasure out of the experience. Since Olga knows me so intimately, she knows full well how aroused I am at the moment. But it is my show, and she is letting me run it the way I see fit. But time is limited, and I need to find out if he is attracted to me and, if so, whether he is as adventurous as I am. Claiming feeling "very hot", I remove my jacket and reveal my purple silk top indented in front so as to expose the lacy top of my black bra. I hand my jacket over to Sean, lightly brushing his arm with my right breast as I do so, hoping he will respond in some way. He raises his eyebrows and looks utterly puzzled - "what is she doing flirting with me with her female lover in attendance?", he seems to be asking. Just as I'm about to up the ante a bit, the waiter brings a dessert plate lit with candles for my birthday, and the room erupts in "Happy Birthday Veronique". Clever Olga has asked the waiter to put on salsa music, knowing that I will just have to get up and dance in front of the crowd. It is my birthday after all, and I will not be shy. I draw a mystified Sean up to his feet, who protests that he cannot dance at all, and just whisper in his ear "just glue your hips to mine and mirror my movements". Having had a couple of glasses of wine, and being in the company of strangers he will not have to face tomorrow, he utters with a smile "why the hell not?!", and grabs my hips. I cover his hands with mine, give him my sexiest smile, and start rotating my hips in a very sensual rhythm. I love the feel of his body against mine, and gyrate shamelessly against his groin while looking at him. He lets himself go and I feel the unmistakable sign of his erection against my tight skirt. He starts to withdraw from me, probably thinking he has gone too far, but I hold him close and bring my face up to his neck to inhale his scent. Oh, I just adore his manly sweat! My nose has always been my best friend in the attraction game, and Sean has passed the test with flying colors! The song ends, and we sit back down. Sean, being the honest, flirtatious man that he is, looks at Olga and says: "You have a very sexy girlfriend and, if I did not know that she was gay and in love with you, I would definitely try to take things further." It is time to come clean with him, and I turn to Olga asking her to explain her second birthday gift to me. I see Sean's smile become wider as she shows him her birthday card to me, and her gift of a night with a man while in attendance. "Is this something you might be willing to consider?", she asks him directly. "Absolutely", he replies. "You are both very sexy women, and I can promise you that I would be respectful of your boundaries and would give Veronique all the pleasure she wants from a man". I remember just in time Olga's wish that I not kiss my male lover on the mouth - which is going to prove very difficult, but require some fun improvisation - and slowly move towards him, bring his neck to my lips, and let him feel the pressure of my mouth followed by the tip of my tongue from his ear to his Adam's apple. I turn to Sean, rub a finger from his mouth gently from his mouth down his beard, then his neck, then the V of his shirt, tracing the hairy skin I find there, and dare say: "I just adore sex, anything from a cock in my pussy or my girlfriend's strap-on inside me, to oral sex, to anal sex - anything sensual pleases me as long as there is no pain or degradation. Our time together is going to be so limited that I would like to make the most of it. Please tell me what you like." Spicy... This evening has taken a turn in a direction I didn't anticipate. But I'm a very willing participant with these two gorgeous women. I turn to Olga and say, "My biggest problem tonight is going to be keeping to your wishes to not to kiss Veronique - while the eroticism of the thought of having sex with you two beautiful women is amazing, I've always loved the intimacy that can come only from a kiss. I will respect your boundaries, but at the same time, I don't want to be just a fuck. I'd really like to be a part of the intimacy that you share with each other. And so I'd like to request two things before we leave this restaurant. Firstly, I'd like to see the two of you dance the salsa together. I suspect from my dance with Veronique that she is will be a much better dancer than she showed to me, and that with a partner like Olga, you'd be a lot of fun to watch. Secondly, when you return from your dance, I would like to watch the two of you kiss, as sensuously and sexily as you can." Veronique doesn't say a word, but simply stands up, takes Olga's hand, and leads her to an open area of the restaurant. The music is no longer Salsa, but is now a more low-key jazzy number, and the two of them bring their bodies together and start to move. One of the reasons I wanted to watch them dance is to see who leads - I'm already eagerly anticipating getting naked together, but based on my very limited experiences of two women, it's a difficult and tricky thing to get right, as there are egos and preferences and history to consider. I'm hoping that watching them dance will help me to understand the dynamics of the relationship between them. There is no confusion between them, Olga immediately takes the male leading role in their dance. I love watching Olga guide Veronique across the small area, and the way their hips seem to be glued to each other. They are both smiling, looking into each others eyes, and dancing very seductively - although an occasional glance from each of them towards me makes it very clear that they are dancing for my pleasure as well as their own. And then completely seamlessly, without a word passing between them, it is Veronique who is leading. I thought this was going to be easy, but it is obvious that both Olga and Veronique feel equally comfortable being the "top". When they get back to our table, they shuffle back into the booth. Veronique reaches for my hand, and puts it on her hip. I can feel the heat of her ass against my thigh. Then she reaches up to caress Olga's face, and with her other hand, slides her fingers up into Olga's hairline, and very gently brings Olga's face towards hers. They take a very long time over their kiss, starting with just feeling each other's breath on their faces, then touching lips, teasing and dancing with each other, eventually darting their tongues into each other's mouths, and finally hungrily devouring each other. Finally Veronique breaks, and kisses Olga on her neck. I see a tiny involuntary shiver from Olga. By this time, I already have a throbbing erection - these two women are so hot. Veronique turns to me and says, "Was that intimate enough for you?" I say, "That was one of the most sensuous and seductive kisses I've ever witnessed. Thank you so much for letting me share in that. You two are unbelievably hot, and I don't think we should waste another minute of the short time we have together. Your room or mine?" We decide on the girl's room, because apparently they have a few interesting toys with them that may come in useful later, and after signing for our meals, we head up in the elevator. We're fortunate to have the elevator to ourselves, and I have the pleasure of watching Olga and Veronique kiss again, but this time, I am standing with my hard cock pressed up against Veronique's ass while they are kissing, I have my hands on Olga's hips pressing her against Veronique, and I am gently nibbling on Veronique's neck while she is kissing Olga. We break when the elevator pings on their floor, Olga takes Veronique's hand and leads her, and Veronique takes mine, and we literally skip down the corridor and open the door of their room. Exquise... Olga know something about me that Sean does not - I am a closet exhibitionist. So his asking Olga and me to dance in front of him, and then to kiss each other sexily and sensually just a few inches from him, almost feel like foreplay. I am bursting with love for Olga for allowing me to fulfill my fantasy of a threesome with a man, and with incredible arousal for both Sean and Olga. Looking at Sean's full lips, I feel a sharp disappointment that we will not be able to kiss as I have just kissed Olga. But I love her too much to push her comfort level with the intimacy I am about to have with Sean. So I decide to kiss Olga every time I feel the urge to kiss Sean, and then to find other ways to satisfy my need to be intimate with his skin, his saliva, and his taste. And what a glorious man he is! If the feel of his hot, huge, erect cock against my ass in the elevator, and his inclusion of Olga in our embrace in the elevator, are any indication of his generous, sexy attitude, then we are all in for an amazing night. I remember the words of an old mentor of mine in the Diplomatic Corps who advised "if you find yourself stringing 3 sentences together in your head at a time when experience and intuitive cues should be guiding your actions instead, you are over-intellectualizing, and need to stop thinking and let your actions get you back on track". This is exactly what I intend to do as soon as the door to our room closes behind us - just let things unfold as they will, as we all want them too, moment by moment. We always travel with music, candles, and sex toys - much more interested in setting a mood, in the seduction of each other, and in using our imagination than in the mechanics of getting to orgasm. While Olga obligingly puts some music on and lights a few scented candles, Sean and I approach each other. We cannot kiss, so we synchronize our breathing instead. He places his hands on my shoulders as I take both of mine and trace his face with my fingertips, then his eyebrows, his cheeks, his delicious-looking beard that I crave feeling on my pussy, his neck, and the top of his shoulders. I stop in the hollow above his collarbone, and inhale his manly scent - so very different from Olga's flowery one, but no less exciting to me. He stills my hands and reciprocates by stroking my hair, and by exploring my ears and then placing a finger on top of my upper lip. I open to him as I will with my other mouth later on, and he gently caresses the inside of my lips, my teeth, and my tongue. That is so very sexy, and a moan escapes my lips. As she hears that sound, so familiar to her, Olga snuggles behind my back, and starts kneading the curves of my ass and then running her fingernails up and down my butt crack, knowing the instant excitement this will produce. Sure enough, I now press my hips against Sean's, eager to have his erection speak directly to my lower belly. "Ohhhh....the two of you are really turning me on!", I say. Sean turns to Olga and asks "may I please take Veronique's clothes off?". "Of course", she answers, "it is one of my favorite things to do". Sean reaches to the back of my tank top for the zipper, lowers it, and pulls it over my head, stepping back for a second to take in the sight of my breasts visible through the sheer, lacy, black bra, nipples erect and directed at his mouth. I arch toward him, making my need to have him suck my nipples perfectly clear. I tilt my head back onto Olga's shoulder, take my breasts between my hands, and present them to Sean who wastes no time in lapping at my nipples. It takes a second for me to adjust to the ticklish feel of his beard on my breasts, but what a delicious sensation it is! I am so turned on, and need to feel his skin against mine as well. I unbutton his shirt, toss it on a nearby chair, and nuzzle my nose in his chest hair, inhaling an erotic mixture of perspiration and his own heady male scent, the effect of which is to produce copious juices between my legs. Both of us are starting to feel feverish with desire, and quickly dispense with his pants, socks and shoes, and my skirt. Sean smiles as he admires my black thong, garters, and stockings. As for me, my eyes are glued to the shape of his large, erect cock, the curve of his balls below, and an unmistakable patch of pre-come darkening his turquoise underwear. "Olga, I really want to suck his cock - it's been so very long. Are you sure you're OK with that?", I ask her. "Of course, Baby, go for it!", she responds. To give us a bit of privacy for the moment, she moves to a comfortable chair near the bed, takes off her green, skintight dress, and starts to touch her breasts, clearly aroused by the sight of her lover almost naked and ready to make love to a man. I kneel in front of Sean, look into his eyes as I remove his underwear, and rest my cheek against his cock, already aware of his earthy, musky smell. "I feel completely out of practice", I tell Sean a bit apologetically, "please tell me what you like". "Don't worry, you will do just fine. Your enthusiasm is all I need at the moment". I dive in like a puppy given his favorite treat, laughing with excitement! I lick the shaft up and down, circle the head with my tongue, play with his balls, loving the way they move under my fingers, and open my mouth and greedily suck his cock, loving the feel of the head against the roof of my mouth. Oh, I think to myself, I remember this! It tastes salty, his cock is so hard, as warm as the inside of my mouth, and I want more. I push Sean's cock all the way to the back of my throat, add my hands to stroke his balls at the same time, and feel myself getting wetter and wetter from finally being able to give a man a blowjob in front of Olga. I glance at her, and notice she is rubbing her clit as she watches us. Sean does not want this to go too fast or too far. He gently pulls out of my mouth, helps me to stand up, and guides me to the bed. "Olga, do you want to get closer while I go down on Veronique? Maybe you can give me some pointers." "All I can tell you", she says, "is she loves having her clit sucked hard while I put a couple of fingers inside her on her g-spot. The rest is up to the two of you". Sean looks into my eyes as he slides my thong over my hips and down my legs. I am so very aroused, and open my legs to show him my swollen labia and the wetness accumulating between them. Olga positions herself near my head, kisses me deeply, and starts caressing my breasts. I wish she would suck my nipples, but she prefers to watch Sean's mouth descend onto my pussy. I am on fire, and raise my hips to meet his lips, groaning as I do so. His tongue lands at the apex of my sex, and he parts my labia, stops for a second to smell my excitement, and says: "You have such a pretty pussy, and you taste so delicious!". At those words, I place my own hands over his, open my pussy as wide as I can so he can peer into its pink insides, thereby exposing my clit, engorged and demanding some attention. Sean knows what I need, and starts sucking my clit, at first sensually alternating licking it with his tongue with a few sucks, then progressively harder, as Olga told him I prefer. Olga is sucking on my nipples as Sean is sucking on my clit, and I feel so close to coming. Sean slides 2 fingers into my swollen flesh, turns them toward my pubic bone until he finds my g-spot and he sees me buck against him, and I take a deep breath to slow myself down. He decides to move towards Olga and offer her a taste of my pussy from his beard, which she laps up like a cat drinking milk from a saucer. She sighs gratefully, and lowers her mouth to mine so I can taste myself. Oh, this is such a turn-on for all three of us!!! I know I cannot wait much longer to come. I signal to Olga that I would love for her to come at the same time I do, and she sits on my face toward Sean, and starts riding me in the way we have perfected together. She is just as juicy as I am. I tongue her from her ass to her clit while Sean watches, and then focus my attention on her clit just as Sean focuses on mine until we both erupt in a ferocious, simultaneous orgasm. Fight or Flight Sean moves to cuddle me from behind as I snuggle behind Olga, all three of us taking a brief break before Sean fucks me - which I can hardly wait for. Once our breathing returns to normal, Sean says to Olga: "I would very much like to fuck Veronique now. Is that still OK with you? Is there anything you would like to do first to give yourself pleasure?" What a fabulous lover he is - passionate, generous, and so very sexy! How lucky we were to meet tonight in this way! His cock is still hard, patiently waiting for the moment he enters me. "Now that you ask", Olga replies, I would love to fist Veronique while you put a vibrating anal plug inside her. This is her birthday after all, and I want you and me to make her come again and again. Does that appeal to you?" Sean's eyes speak volumes - he is grinning from ear to ear, and nods enthusiastically. "Then, why don't you start licking her ass and getting her ready, and I'll take care of stretching her pussy and fuck her with my whole hand", says Olga, putting a glove on and getting the lube, and handing Sean the plug. Spicy... I watch as Olga's gloved fingers slip into Veronique's already wet and slippery pussy. At first, she just plays and probes, but as she feels Veronique become more aroused and yielding to her gentle pressure, she starts to press harder, and I see the first knuckles, then the second and third knuckles disappearing into Veronique's pussy. By this time, Veronique is moaning loudly, arching her back, and making it very clear that not only is this not hurting her, but she is finding it very arousing. This is very exciting for me. I've seen fisting in porno videos, of course, but I've never been with a real woman who as not only able but quite willing to take a whole fist inside her. I massage Veronique's labia, and gently stroke not directly on but all around her clit, and this seems to drive her even wilder. I know from my own attempts at fixting that you need to take it very slow, but I also know that the most difficult part is still to come - when Olga will try to push the joint of her thumb past Veronique's vaginal opening - this is the widest part of the hard, and I never really got close in my very limited attempts. However, it seems both the Olga's hands are smaller than mine, and that also Pasacale's arousal is a powerful, and I watch as Olga presses her hand into Veronique, and all of a sudden, to my delight, her entire hand disappears inside Veronique. "I can see your pussy completely wrapped around Olga's hand", I say. "It looks so beautiful and so sexy. I can't quite believe that your hand is all the way in." Olga just smiles at me and says, "If you can't believe it, would you like some proof?" "How?", I say. "Slip your finger up her ass and feel me inside her", she says' "Are you sure? She's already very full of your hand," I say. "It will be okay," Olga says. "Veronique is quite vocal, as you've already heard, and if we start to hurt her, she will have no hesitation in telling us." With that, I lube up a finger using the juices already dripping out of Veronique, press against her deliciously tight asshole, feel her relax to let me in, and then slip my finger slowly all the way up her ass. Olga is correct - there is only a very thin wall between my finger and Olga's hand. I can trace the contours of Olga's hand inside Veronique's pussy. "This is absolutely deliciously sexy," I say. "I'm so glad you're enjoying this," says Veronique. "But not nearly as much as I am. And so I would like to share my pleasure with you. I'd like to feel something bigger up my ass. Your cock is quite large, and I'm not sure I can handle it, but would you be willing to fuck my up the ass while Olga's hand is still inside me? Olga, are you okay with that?" Olga nods. "But first, I would like to do two things that will help to strach me and get me used to having you both inside me. First I'd like to feel a butt plug up my ass, and then I'd like to see if I can handle Sean's hand instead of Olga's in my pussy. Sean, you say you've never experienced that, and I'd like to give you that as a memory of tonight, as well as feel you inside me for myself." "I'd love to try all of that," I say. "Where is the butt plug?" Olga points to the drawer in the bed-side table. While I get it and some lube, Veronique and Olga re-arrange themselves, with Olga's hand still deep inside Veronique, so that Veronique is on her hands and knees, with her butt in the air. "You look so gorgeous and unbelievably sexy, both of you," I say. With that, I squirt a big dollop of lube onto the plug, another dollop onto Veronique's tight hole, and then start to press the tip of the plug against her, opening her up. It is very tight, with the pressure of Olga's wrist right where I am pressing the plug. But Veronique makes it very clear that she is okay, and inch by inch, it slides deeper inside her, until it gets just part the bulge of the plug, and slips inside her. She grunts with pleasure. I watch as Olga starts to slowly push her hand deeper into her, then pulling out, working till she is pumping in and out of Veronique's pussy. "I'm going to pull all the way out, baby," she says, and starts to pull all the way out, past the joint of her thumb, leaving Veronique's pussy gaping deliciously open. Then she pushes back in - this time Veronique is stretched, and she slips in more easily, and then out again. I pull the plug out of Veronique's ass, and Olga holds her butt cheeks open so we can both see her asshole gape open. "She is so sexy," I say. "You're a very lucky woman." "I know," she says. "Your turn to be completely engulfed by her. Put on a glove so that your nails don't hurt her." I do as she asks, use lots of lube, and while Olga holds Veronique's pussy open with her fingers, I start to slip first one finger, then another, and another, until all my fingers and my thumb are inside her. "I'm sure I'm going to hurt her..." I say. "Just push,", says Veronique, and bucks her hips backwards against my hand. So I push. And I feel her body yielding to my much larger hand, until I pass the point of no return, and my whole hand slips inside Veronique, her labia wrapped around my wrist. Her body feels hot around my hand, and there is a band of muscle inside her that is holding me very tight, and squeezing and contracting. It feels like she has swallowed my hand, incredibly sexy, erotic, and intimate. Olga slips her finger into Veronique's ass, and I feel her tracing the contours of my hand. I make a fist and pump a little inside Veronique, and then stretch my fingers out and actually hold her cervix between my fingers, squeezing and pressing her cervix. And I put my other hand on her belly, pressing my hands together. "This feels fabulous,", Veronique says, "but I wanted to experience a man. That means a cock. I really want your cock now please." She is so adorable and sexy. I pull my hand out of Veronique's pussy, and Olga replaces it with her own. Then I kneel behind Veronique - I don't need to stroke my own cock, I am so aroused by the scene unfolding around me that I have been hard since dinner - squirt some lube on my cock, and then press the head of my cock against Veronique's opening. I feel her resist, and then relax, and as I press, her ass opens, and in one fluid movement, she allows me to thrust all the way up her ass until I'm completely engulfed inside her, and my balls slap against Olga's wrist. Olga twists her hand around and actually cups her fingers around my cock inside Veronique. I raise one eyebrow at her, and she laughs and says, "Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean that I don't know what a man likes, or that I wouldn't give him pleasure if I was able to. Enjoy!" This is amazing. I suspend my own disbelief, and start focussing on my own pleasure, very slowly and gently withdrawing from Veronique's ass, feeling her holding me, feeling Olga's fingers pressing against me, and then pumping back in, establishing a rhythm, sliding in and out of her. It feels so good that I find myself unable to pace myself, and soon I am grunting and groaning and fucking her as hard as I can. Exquise... My body is now reduced to a core of hot, pulsating, full, swollen, hungry, yielding flesh. That's when I come, hard, bucking against Sean's huge cock in my ass and Olga's hand in my pussy. Stereo spasms in pussy and ass overwhelm me completely, and tears of physical and emotional release follow suit. I fear Sean is about to come as well, pumping fast into my ass as he has been, and leaving me without the pleasure of having him fuck my pussy. But, fabulous lover that he is, he has slowed his movements, removed his cock from my ass, put one hand on my fast-beating heart, and is allowing me to wait until my involuntary contractions subside. Olga follows his example, slowly withdraws her hand out of my pussy, and places it, wet and sticky with my come juices onto Sean's hand. I have a piercing sense of gratitude for my two fabulous lovers. Part of me had feared that sharing a male lover with Olga might threaten our intimacy. I was so very wrong, I tell myself. With the right person - and Sean has certainly proven that he is - this experience is actually enhancing our closeness. To have Olga discover my heterosexual side and seemingly take joy in it, and to have Sean witness the love between us, is a very arousing affirmation of our love for each other. I turn to Olga and asks: "I would really love to have Sean fuck my pussy and feel him come inside me now. Would you like me to fuck you with the strap-on first and make you come?" "Let's save that for later", she answers, "I want you to have all the male attention you possibly can tonight. If Sean wants to come inside your pussy, then go ahead, Baby". I turn to Sean who nods and says: "Let me wash up thoroughly before I make love to your pussy. Why don't the two of you kiss and cuddle while you wait". Olga climbs on top of me, her large breasts rubbing against my sweaty body, her nipples erect and connecting with mine, and we kiss with all the desire and love between us, eyes open and smiling into each other. I see Sean returning to our side, and signal for him to get close to me so I can stroke his arm and hairy chest while kissing Olga. Olga's tongue inside my mouth swirls around mine one more time before she moves to the other side of me while continuing to caress my breasts. I am entranced by the sight of Sean's semi-erect cock, and move toward the head of his cock, opening my mouth to suck him. As he looks down into my open mouth, he lets a ball of spit form between his pursed lips, and it hits me square on the tongue. I feel the warm liquid sliding down my throat, and look up at Sean, my hunger for him completely restored. I take a deep breath, wrap my lips around the head of his cock, explore his balls with my fingers, and slide my mouth up and down the shaft before taking his whole cock into my mouth. It takes no time at all for Sean's cock to be fully erect, and when I feel it against the entrance to my throat, I give a sudden excited whimper, letting him know how much this is turning me on. He gets the message and enters my throat smoothly, in one gentle thrust, until my nose is pressed against his balls and I inhale deeply of his musky, male scent. There is an instant electrical connection between my throat and my pussy, and I feel myself getting slippery and wet. "Please fuck my pussy", I now beg Sean. He certainly does not need to be asked twice. He positions himself between my open, flexed legs, lowers his face to my pussy, and gives me the most delicious licks up and down my labia. Olga moves in closer, gently parts my pussy lips with her fingers, slides a finger inside me to bring to her mouth, laughs when she finds me more lubricated than she has seen me in months, and holds me open for Sean's cock. I am clenching my pussy muscles in anticipation of feeling filled, stretched, and pumped by this hot, huge, velvety, saliva-covered cock, and scream "please Sean, fuck me deep and hard!!!" Spicy... I am just delighted to have one woman opening up another for my pleasure. I smile at Olga as we both look with pleasure at Veronique's delicious, juicy, swollen, and very open pussy, as Olga spreads her labia and exposes her inner sanctum ready for me. Holding my cock in my hand, I slide it up the side of Veronique's pussy, along her labia, give a little swirl around her clit with the head of my cocks, and then back down the other side. I repeat this a few times, watching her twitch each time I touch her clit, and then slide straight down till the head of my cock is nestled just between her labia. I can feel her heat, and her pelvic floor muscles clenching, almost trying to suck me into her. "Ready?" I say. Veronique just nods, and with one swift and firm thrust, I plunge myself as deep as I can into her. She grunts as the head of my cock hits her cervix, and my pelvic bone presses up against hers, squeezing her clit between us. I don't move, but just let both of us feel this most primal sexual urge, a man's cock buried to the hilt inside a woman. I then slowly withdraw, not all the way, but just till the head of my cock is right at her opening. And then I shift my hips slightly to give me a different angle, and plunge back into her, this time aiming the head of my cock at her g-spot, rather than her cervix. She lets out a moan, and I feel Olga's hands slip between us, one pressing on her belly, feeling my cock inside her, and the other holding her clit between forefinger and thumb, and starting to gently roll it between her fingers, and slide up and down. "More, please, I need more," Veronique says. I'm happy to oblige, and start to slowly pump in and out of her, alternating a long series of very shallow movements with an occasional hard pump as deep as I can go, teasing and then satisfying, and then teasing some more. She feels so good wrapped around me, and so tight, despite having recently had my whole hand inside her - she has amazing pelvic floor muscles, and it feels like she is holding on to my cock, milking and squeezing it. "I think it's time for some sensory deprivation for Veronique," I say to Olga. "Something that will take away her other senses so that she can focus purely on what is happening to her. And something for you too, I feel we've been neglecting you." "What do you have in mind?" says Olga. "Sit on her face," I say, grinning. Olga is only too happy to comply, and straddles Veronique's face, spreading her pussy for Veronique's mouth. Lesbian or not, I do get a huge thrill from seeing her wide open pussy, and Veronique's eager mouth waiting to devour it. She completely understands, and uses her thighs to cover Veronique's ears, and her shins to pin Veronique's arms down to the bed. Olga takes Veronique's nipples between her fingers, and squeezes, while she starts to grind her pussy into Veronique's eager mouth, covering her face with her delicious juices. While she's doing this, I start to match her rhythm with my own, pumping my cock into Veronique's pussy, alternating the angle between her cervix and her g-spot. I look at Olga's gorgeous breasts bouncing as she rides Veronique - she catches me looking, and smiles. I raise my eyebrows quizzically, and she rolls her eyes but nods. I cup her breasts, and start massaging them, working my way to her nipples, which have become erect. The gender boundaries seem to be blurring for everyone, and even though Olga isn't into men, she obviously likes her tits being stimulated, regardless of who is doing it. We're both fucking Veronique harder and harder, and I'm finding it increasingly difficult not to cum, but it seems that both Olga and Veronique are going to beat me to it. Olga now has her eyes closed, and has one hand on mine, massaging her breast, the other on her clit, and she is riding Veronique hard, grinding her pussy into Veronique's mouth, driving Veronique's tongue into her. Veronique is bucking, her hands on my ass, pulling me into her, begging me with her body to fuck her harder, and so I do, till I can see she is right on the edge of her orgasm. Olga has brought her own excitement to the same level, and has timed her own orgasm with Veronique's, and they explode together, Veronique's pussy squeezing me with waves of her own pleasure contributing to mine. Veronique struggles out from under Olga's thighs and says, "Quick, I want to see and taste your hot cum, I want you to cum in my mouth." I pull out of her pussy, slide up so that I'm sitting on her chest, and I'm so close to cumming already that in two strokes from her hand, I'm not longer able to control myself, and I squirt stream after stream of hot cum into her open mouth, some of it going onto her chin and cheeks and throat. She rubs it all over her face and chest as if it were a precious lotion, and then takes my still throbbing cock into her mouth, and swallows it, making me groan it's so sensitive. I pull out of her mouth with a pop, and lean forward, lick some of my own cum off her cheek, and then kiss her deeply on the mouth, my tongue swirling with hers, tasting and smelling the combination of her saliva, my own cum, and Olga's pussy. I suddenly remember the rules, break the kiss, and look up at Olga, who I expect to be upset. Instead, she's smiling fondly at Veronique, who smiles back. "It's okay," she says. I thought I would have a problem with you two kissing, but what you just did seemed so natural, and so sexy, and completely non-threatening - it's fine." And with that, she leant down, and kissed Veronique on the mouth for a long time. She came up for air, looked at me, and kissed me on the cheek. "You'll excuse me if I don't kiss you on the mouth though, okay?" "Of course," I say. She lies down next to Veronique, who looks completely exhausted and happy, and then cuddle together. They look like they're about to drift off to sleep. "I'll just go," I say. "You two have been fabulous - that was undoubtedly one of the sexual highlights of my entire life." Veronique looks over her shoulder at Olga snuggled in behind her, a look passes between them, and she looks back at me and says, "We'd both be very happy if you were still here in the morning when we wake up. You are an absolutely fabulous lover, beyond our wildest hopes, and this has been far too much fun to not repeat again in the morning, perhaps in a different way. Will you stay?" I don't say a word, but just slide into their bed, wriggle up to Veronique so that the three of us are in spoons position, with Veronique between Olga and me. I press my ass into Veronique's groin, feel her breasts against my back, a foot intertwined with mine, feel her fingers snake over my hips and gently take hold my now limp cock, and feel her nuzzle into my neck. Fight or Flight You will find that I use Lewis and Mark in this story for the name of the same person. This person has memory failure after a short series of traumatic events. He does not know his real name and asks to be called Mark. When the narrator refers to him, he is Lewis. When addressed by the new people in his life he is Mark Toward the end I indicate where the story stops being narrated and becomes first person. Obviously a person with no memory has a difficult time telling a story well. It is nice to think you would be able to function in a certain manner when confronted with an event you find to be traumatic. In reality, you may respond in a completely different way than you want to/might have imagined you would. Nobody really knows their capability to be able to control fight or flight. This is why the military, doctors, police and so forth train all the time...so that flight is removed as an option. ***************************************** Life was good for Lewis; he was married 4 months ago to a woman he truly adored. They had dated for two and a half years before taking the plunge. There were no relatives to attend the wedding. Both sets of parents were gone; he had no siblings or any other relatives to his knowledge. She had one sister, who was in the service and on deployment. They invited as many friends as they could. About a dozen showed at the party to help celebrate. He worked as a clerk at one of the largest insurance companies in the area; just a few more courses and he could take the test to become an agent. After that he would be in the big time. Marie was a surgical nurse at the hospital. She was well on her way to becoming a physician's assistant; she had to finish one more semester before her tests. Lewis usually got home a little before she did, so he would start dinner as he studied. It was usually something simple; pop a tray into the oven or warm a large can of whatever. Three nights a week she was off to school soon after eating; two off those nights he went to his classes. The other night he spent working on his dream car; a 1957 Chevy. He had restored Josephine from the ground up. He chose that name because it seemed to suit the car; and he knew no one by that name. He hoped to have her ready to drive in time for Marie's graduation in about a month, it would be close. The weekends were theirs to do as they pleased, usually not getting out of bed until the late morning or early afternoon. This was their time; time for loving, time to make up for all the demands of the week. They were always exhausted by the time they did get up. It was a Tuesday, one of the days they did not need to go to school. As he pulled into the driveway he hardly noticed the car parked in front of the house; the neighbor kids always had visitors who parked all up and down the street. He dropped his cases on the table in the hall and went upstairs to change. Halfway up the stairs he almost heard a little squeak. His mind immediately brought up a picture of his wife as they made love. He smiled as the thought crossed his mind. At the top off the steps he noticed the guest room door slightly ajar; it was usually closed. Not really thinking about it, he reached to pull it closed when his life as he knew it came to an abrupt end. Eighteen hours later he stopped to use the facilities at the rest stop. He had no idea where he was; he didn't care either. As he pulled into a parking space, the scene he saw as he closed that door returned. It had haunted him off and on, mostly on, since he left the house. His Marie was lying on her back with a huge black man between her legs, he was pumping away faster than he ever thought possible. His Marie, the one who gave him her virginity only four months before, was pumping right back with equal abandon. She was making the same small sounds she made for him. Now it appeared as if she was going to have to be someone else's Marie His only thought was to leave; he could not live with a woman who would do this. He picked up a piece of mail and quickly wrote on the back: "If this is what you want you can have him. I won't have a cheating wife. You pay for the divorce." He threw his ring on it and left it on the hall table on top of his bags. He was out the door and on the way down the road soon after. He had stopped three, or was it four, times for gas; each time grabbing a couple of cokes and something light to eat. Most of it was on the seat beside him still. His bladder was overfull. After thinking about the problem for a while he decided that he needed to go back and confront Marie, he was not the type to run from a problem. Besides, he had worked too hard to get to this point his life to throw it all away. He called work and told the recorder he had to take time off for a family problem; he would be back on Monday. It was between dawn and sunrise when he finally managed to pry himself out of the car, as he stood up the first punch hit him and knocked him out. Two men threw him onto the hood of the car and continued to beat him, without mercy, as he lay there. He was lucky he did not feel the rest of the beating. The men drove off in his car with all the contents of his pockets. They found it to be funny that he wet himself then proceeded to soil his shorts soon after. One of them commented on how "...they really beat the shit out of him." He was still on the hood as they drove off; to their continued amusement he slowly rolled off the hood of the car as they backed out. He bounced off the curb and lay still. As they left the rest area they rudely toasted him with cokes he had purchased before. Ten minutes later a trooper pulled into the parking lot to investigate the report of some disreputable looking characters at that location. He found nothing to be concerned about until he returned to his car and saw a badly beaten man fifteen feet beyond where he parked. Had he been at any other angle he might have missed the feet that showed under the trash can. Lewis died two times on the way to the hospital. He was revived both times. He was near death again as they wheeled him in. But, Lewis was a fighter, he survived. After ten days in an induced coma they began to bring him out. He was asked many questions; the blank looks he gave in return were not a good sign. He almost whispered "Cheating bitch." and soon screamed "NO!" really loud, and he moaned something about the love of his life being over. Everything else was incoherent moaning and sobbing. The third day he was awake the doctor asked what he wished to be called. "I feel like I am known as Mark" he replied. The doctors pushed gently for a last name, but he said nothing else. So he became Mark, which in truth was his middle name. The damage to his body was healing but his face was malformed, surgery made him look normal again. Soon it became apparent that he was going to continue as he was for the duration. When the hospital could do no more for him he was sent to a psychiatric rehab hospital. A nurse named Nancy was able to befriend him and get responses to some questions, but he could not remember anything about his life before the beating. He still had the same terrible dreams; just a large black man rapidly pumping into a willing redhead. There were never any faces and many times the bodies were barely in focus. Much of the information revealed was recorded from mumblings as he slept. It was just not enough. The day his room's air conditioner stopped working he revealed another clue. James Jones, the residential engineer, was a smallish black man. When James entered the room to make the repair, Lewis tried to climb out of his chair. The entire time he was screaming "You can't have my wife you son of a bitch. Get out of here and leave us alone!" James made a hasty retreat from the room. The staff had to sedate Lewis to calm him down. Over the next couple of days his nurse, Nancy, listened to the story about his dreams and managed to eventually convince him that it was not James who was in his dreams. The description of the man Lewis told her about, with his wife, was just too different to be James. The next week Lewis asked if he could speak to James. "I 'm sorry for the way I treated you the other day. I realize I was wrong about who you were and what I said." "It's OK" was the only response. The two men sat for over an hour and talked about a lot of things. James had to go home to care for his child, so his wife could go to work. They parted as friends. On the way out of the building James stopped to report that everything was now good between them. As a last remark, one he almost didn't make, he reported that Lewis seemed to watch one redheaded nurse every time she passed by his room. The staff kept a close eye on him and saw it too. They asked her to walk into his room and see how he reacted. Nancy was there with him as she entered the room Lewis sat up straight and looked very angry. The redhead moved closer to him a little at a time, until he suddenly spoke. "How dare you come into my room after what I saw you doing with that man? GET OUT and leave me alone. I never want to see you again!" The nurse turned and left as quickly as she could. The entire episode was recorded by the closed circuit camera in the corner of the room. He sat in his chair and wept great big, sobbing tears of pain. Nancy soon asked "Mark, who was that woman?" He simply responded "That was Mary, the slut." He almost got the name correct. "Are you sure about that? She looks like a nurse who works here named Lucy to me." "No, I'm not really sure; in my dreams she had hair like that. Her hair was longer though. I can't seem to remember her face at all." The sobbing resumed. Detective Paul Shields, had been working on the case since Lewis was brought into the hospital almost dead. He hoped that the new particles of information would give some insight into who this man was. After running all available missing persons reports, there were over five hundred with the name Mary making the report. When he added any known spelling variables too, there were over twenty five hundred cases to work through, if that was even her name. With a loss of memory like this he might not even be close to her name. The only real clue was a tiny tattoo inside his hair line, It was a small heart that red "MP/ 4 ever" In real life her name, before marriage, was Marie Peterson. Somehow she was on the short list of persons who were sent copies of the tattoo. She had never seen it; her name moved lower on the lists when she did not recognize it. Mark started to follow James around the facility some days. He always asked questions about what James was doing. Soon he was diagnosing problems and suggesting solutions as fast as James was able to. Many times James used Mark's idea instead of what he might have tried first; Marks's ideas were usually the best and fastest cure. Since he was making so much progress on that front the facility fought to keep him there as long as they could. At least he might be able to find a job later. When Medicare, and the other sources, would not cover the cost any more they had to let him leave. Nancy took him home with her; they trusted each other and were good friends by that time. She had three weeks of vacation saved up and used every bit of it to get him settled. To occupy his time he began to do little repairs for her; things she could not do, that were in need of doing since her husband died years before. Soon he was being asked to help her friends and neighbors too. He made some spending cash; most of which he never spent except to buy materials for his jobs. He was making a good name for himself in the neighborhood. Before you think that Lewis and Nancy became lovers; that never was an option. The relationship was closer to mother and son. She was considerably older and he knew somehow that he was still married. He held his marital promises as a sacred bond to be treasured. In his mind it didn't matter if she was true to him or not. A promise was a promise. "If a man can't keep his word he is useless" he once said Two years had gone by and Marie was getting nowhere with her search. The police had relegated the case to the cold case files, only to be visited when a John Doe turned up dead somewhere. She decided to hire a private detective with her own meager funds; some of her friends helped too. The detective thought it was a good, cost effective move to soak the media and police hotlines with his picture and information. They would sit back and wait for a month or so to see if anything popped up. Meanwhile he also followed up on the remains the stolen car. It was found burned in Miami, Florida a little bit more than a month after Lewis was left for dead. There were charge card purchases too. Mostly they were for food and gas. He noticed a pattern when pins were placed on a map. There was a week long period when all the purchases were in a small town about five hundred miles from Miami. The trail began shortly after the assault and ran directly to that town. Slowly the purchases stopped as the cards were beginning to be declined for various reasons. The few after the town headed toward Miami. A PI he knew was contacted to check out the purchases around town. One man remembered when a former local boy was in town about the same time frame as the purchases; one day two of the cards he used were declined at the same time. The boy pulled out a small wad of cash and paid for their food. "Damn if he could remember that boy's name. OH, wait, Barbie Jo Watson had been hanging with him one evening." Her daddy wouldn't talk to the detective until he said he was investigating a possible crime. Then he couldn't talk fast enough before he forgot the entire story. The man kept calling for weeks after with more details. Daddy knew the boy's name and that of his parents. He knew that the parents moved to Florida in shame over the actions of their boy. Another neighbor had their address, just outside Miami. You might think Daddy had a grudge working there? The best clues were on the cell phone bill. The guys had called their friends; most of them would not talk or denied any knowledge of the calls. Those calls were all placed along the same general route as the charge card purchases. The very best clue was the call Lewis placed to his company. It pinpointed the location to a particular small area that included the rest area, right at the beginning of the trail the boys made. They knew he was alive and in good health at that time. All calls after that were from various places along the road to Miami, to people the assailants knew. With this information he called the local barracks of the state police. The trooper who found Lewis had transferred to the other side of the state. Detective Paul Shields just happened to hear a conversation about how to contact the trooper when facts were repeated that sounded like his John Doe case. He asked if it was about the John Doe a few years back. After speaking with the PI he is certain of who he has been investigating. The two suspects had been released from the county jail the morning before. They had been serving ninety days for vagrancy, shoplifting and petty theft, etc. The prison took them to the county line and put them out with instructions to never return. The phone lines were busy for the next few days with information sharing between the various parties. Paul stopped to meet Nancy and show her the picture. The man was quite handsome; he did not look a lot like her friend Mark. She decided it was worth looking into since the changes could have been due to the attack and subsequent surgeries to make his face look normal. Without a photo to match maybe they just took a good guess. Paul pulled the fingerprints they had in the file to compare to the ones from back east. They looked like a match to him. He sent them to the main print lab at the state police headquarters. Despite damage from some cuts and abrasions they concluded that they were from the same person. Marie was asked to come in for a progress report Saturday morning, the last three weeks she had only called on Friday evening to be told they were still working on it. When she called on Friday this week the PI asked if she had time to stop in this morning. Thinking he wanted more information she reluctantly agreed. Her life was too busy with little time to waste on trivial things. He insisted that his man was to pick her up and bring her in to the office. She tried to protest. He explained that "...it would be better this way." After sitting she was handed a sheet of paper. After turning it over her heart skipped a beat. On the page were two sets of fingerprints; one was labeled Insurance Agent Application, the other was labeled John Doe number 362. Stamped across the top of the page was the official stamp of her state police. She saw big letters close to the size of Chicago, she read the words "IDENTICAL MATCH". She looked up to see the smile on his face as it slowly disappeared. "Is he dead she suddenly blurted out? She stopped breathing for only a second before he responded "No". Why the bad look then? She started to cry, not sure why at the time. "I'll tell you the basics as we know them now, details may change with time." he stated. "Please understand as I give you the details that he is alive and doing well, he was taken in to live with a friend. She is aware of the developments. He, however, is not. She? He is living with a woman? Her heart sank. The night he disappeared he drove overnight to get to a small town that I will tell you about at later date. He stopped at a rest area where he was beaten and robbed. Using the statements from his credit cards and cell phone the assailants were tracked to another town and ultimately to Miami, Florida. We know who they are and are trying to find them as we speak. I can't tell you any more on that subject until they have been arrested." The state police found him shortly later. He died twice on the way to the hospital. Each time he was revived. The hospital placed him in a coma to allow his body to heal without his pain causing problems. After ten days he was allowed to wake. He had, and still has, little memory of his past life before the assault. Over time he has regained what he thinks are some memories, unfortunately they are some very bad ones." He paused to allow Marie to absorb the information. She spoke up and asked, "What does he believe he remembers?" "Remember he was badly beaten before he was found....He believes he walked in to find you having sex with a large black man." "We expected that was what he meant in the note he left, he must have seen my sister and her husband in the guest room. They told me the door moved while they were in there. When I got home he had left his ring and the note on the envelope you have in your files." Her mind drifted back as she explained what she knew and saw. "I was a little later than I wanted to be due to an accident on the road out of town. I wanted to be there when he walked in the door. I wanted to introduce Lewis to my little sister and her husband, she and I look quite similar until you get to know us. She has a slight gap between her two upper teeth and my ears are slightly smaller. I also wanted to tell him we were pregnant. As I drove up our street he was flying out of our drive like he was being chased by the devil. He took the turn at the street on two tires, almost hitting my car. Before I was able to turn he was out of sight, I tried to phone him...he never answered. I left message after message all evening and throughout the night begging him to return. I explained it was not me he saw. If he got even one message I have no idea." Fight or Flight She sat and wept until she suddenly sat bolt upright and screamed, "Late the next day some rude bastards called to torment me; I remember their laughter to this day. As they both laughed manically, one kept shouting REDRUM into the phone. They were copying that movie." He filled Marie in on more minor details and offered to make the arrangements to reunite them. "We are only allowed to contact the police detective handling the case on the other end." he told me. "I 'm not allowed to disclose the location because they are afraid he will try to flee again if you contact him. When we meet him you can explain it all to him. We would like to have the meeting on Tuesday the twenty fifth. He has a regularly scheduled visit to the clinic for follow up on his care. Any deviation from his regular schedule has caused him to panic and shut down." The last thing he did was to hand her another paper, on the back was written simply Mark in large letters. In much smaller and different handwriting she saw the words Lewis and Stevens on either side. Her hands were shaking too much to turn the page over. He slowly reached out and turned it over for her. It was a different man looking at her, but deep down she felt as if she could still see the face of the man she loved. When it was over there were tears of confusion, of joy and just tears for the sake of crying. Marie tried to call her sister Anna, but couldn't complete the call. Anna called back to hear Marie crying. Suddenly Marie blurted out "Lewis" and broke down in tears. Anna replied "We are coming" Then the phone went dead. After calling back and not getting any answers she left three messages all saying they were on the way. Two weeks later on a Monday, Marie, Anna and her husband Graham all met with the staff of the rehab center to plan for the next day. Someone suggested the best way to return Marie to Lewis's life was for her and Marie to walk into the session on a given signal at the same time. Each of them would be holding their own child. If Lewis was sent onto his condition by a bad shock, maybe a good shock would fix things. There would be enough attendants there to control the situation if Lewis didn't respond well. The next day just after Mark finished telling the therapist, Dr, Bob Jones, how good he was feeling lately he heard a soft voice behind him saying "Lewis, please look at me." He turned to see two Maries standing there holding babies; one baby was white with red hair...the other was mulatto and also had red hair. Hr turned away in confusion. One spoke again, "Please Lewis, look at us." It was the one with the white baby. "I am Marie, my sister Anna is beside me. This is your, excuse me, our baby Lewis Mark Stevens JR. My sister is holding Rose Marie Johnson." At that moment Graham Johnson walked into the room and held his wife. He spoke softly, "You saw Anna and me that day in your guest room. We believe that is the day we conceived." He just sat with a confused look on his face. You could see he was digesting the new information. No one spoke or moved. His baby giggled. Lewis was stunned beyond belief. He slowly got out of the chair, walked up to the women and pointed at each as he said "Marie...Nancy. Nancy has a hole between her teeth and larger ears." Then he pointed to his baby and simply stated "Mine!?" He returned to his chair and faced Bob to say confidently. "Marie has my baby, I need to go to work and sell some insurance." He followed a minute later with "Yup, need to get to work." Memories of his old life were quickly returning to him. Lewis sat there for a bit more, then got up and walked over to Graham, held out his hand and said "My name is Lewis and my dick is bigger than yours. Welcome to my family." No one said anything. Graham soon spoke "Might be? But, at least, we know they both work. Thank you and welcome to my family too." Lewis seemed to be happy, he was restless though. After the short meeting time, the others left Lewis and Bob alone once more. They watched each other for a while before he spoke "Now, that was really something." Bob nodded yes in response. "How do you feel about all this?" "I'm confused; I need to think on this for a while. It is all so sudden. I always wanted to be a daddy, now out of nowhere I am one...so they say." He stopped talking and sat with a puzzled look for a while. Many times he looked up and wanted to speak; then he went back to thinking again. Finally he slowly, thoughtfully asked "Can we prove it is mine? After what I thought I saw...I have doubts." "Actually, we have taken the time to have some tests done to help you with that; if you can believe the results. A friend of mine is an expert in such things. Would you like him to come in?" Lewis thought a bit and finally, with slight hesitation he nodded "Yes." "I have the results from your testing done much earlier, as well as the results from the testing of all five who came to see you today. I am going to give you this envelope; It contains the names of all tested. They are all assigned a symbol. You will find a circle, a rainbow, a pine tree, a car, a book, an apple and a thermometer. There are seven symbols because we also have a random sample from someone not in your group. No symbol is in any way related to any other, so there are no clues as to which belong together. Do you understand this so far?" Lewis nodded an affirmative response. Bob walked over to the door to call his friend into the room. "This is Dr Young; he is a top practitioner in reading DNA test results. These tests have been sealed in the envelope you see here. The envelope has seals on it to be sure no one has tampered with them. Each test inside is also sealed in its own envelope for the same reason. We want you to be as sure as you can be that the results are accurate." Lewis gulped. "Dr Young, we want you to read the results to these tests and determine if any of these people are related. Have you ever seen these before?" "NO." "Do you have any questions before we begin?" "NO." Not sure if Bob meant him too, Lewis also said "NO." Lewis, please open the outer packaging. Inspect it as thoroughly as you like. Don't rush." Lewis opened the outer package with much difficulty, it was really sealed tightly. He then pulled out one envelope and opened it too. Dr Young took it when offered. He sat the results on an empty table. Lewis opened them all in whatever order he felt like. He noticed the Doctor set them down in a particular order. Sometimes he had to adjust the positions, but he kept going. When he was done he looked them over one more time and looked up with a smile on his face. (If a chart helps you can make one here) There was one on the top row all on its own; it was on the far right. The fourth result brought a frown, the last one made him smile like it explained the reason for the frown. There were four in the middle row; the two in the center were side by side. There were two more held out to the side a bit and the last two were each centered under the two pairs of results on each side of the middle row. I believe it all fits together like this. The two I have placed together in the middle of it all appear to be siblings; maybe sisters. Certainly not brothers; there is a chance there could be one of each, but I don't think so. The ones in the bottom row show combinations of the right and left pairs. I believe these are the children of each pair of results above. There are enough differences to know each child has at least one parent that is different. I see enough differences to be certain the other parent of each child is different too. That is the pair of parents above each child each have one child together, with no common parentage between the children." Lewis walked over to the table and pointed to the left pair together. He pointed to the one on the bottom row, "Baby, Mom and Dad", as his finger moved back up. He did the same on the other side "Baby, Mom and Dad." "WHO is this?" he suddenly said pointing to the top row. "OH, that is one of the parents of this person." It was said as if the answer was a known fact to someone there. Bob spoke, "Everyone sit in their chairs for a moment." He stepped out to speak to his receptionist, then returned and sat. They waited until nurse Nancy was escorted in with a strange look on her face. Bob walked over to her and whispered something in her ear. She sat there with a look of terror on her face, but did not move at all. Finally she began to cry and shook her head "Yes". Bob simply "...asked on what date?" She wrote it down as Bob indicated to do. "Lewis, please match the symbols on the envelopes to those on the cards." When he was done Bob began to open the envelopes from bottom to top. The first envelope was Rose Marie. The two above her were Graham and Anna. We have one set of parents and their child." All agreed with his declaration. Next he opened the other envelope on the bottom row and it was Lewis Mark Stevens Jr. The one in the middle row next to Anna was opened to reveal Marie. Next to her was Lewis. "We have another child and both parents." Lewis spoke up "The top card is my mother? She died when I was in college, along with my Dad." He was puzzled now. Bob lay down the note, from Nancy, on his desk; as he asked Lewis his birthday. When Lewis started Bob read the same date off of the card. Everyone looked toward Nancy who was crying, the old battleaxe of a nurse, who could wrestle the craziest of patients to the floor and hog tie them in 15 seconds flat, just cried. Lewis walked over and hugged her and said "MOM?" She hugged, not Mark but, her son for the first time ever. At this point the story will be in the words of those involved because it will flow better that way. As stated above "A man with no memory can not tell a story." It took a while. As soon as everyone was settled, she finally spoke. "There was a young doctor who claimed he loved me. We were engaged to be married when I became pregnant. He swore it was not his and left the area without leaving a trace. When I began to show I took a leave of absence for eight months. I put the child up for adoption. I was told a well to do couple who could not have children took you, I did not want to know more. I delivered under general anesthesia; when I awoke you were no longer there. I would not even ask if you were a boy or girl. I only asked if the child was healthy." Five years later I met the most wonderful man, his name was Mike. We married, but he was injured in the war and was not able to have children. I figured that was my punishment for giving you up. Please understand, I was left in a terrible position by my lover. An unmarried woman was considered the lowest form of life. I loved my job and would have been fired for cause. Without a job there was no chance for either of us to survive. Things are so different now." We sat and held each other, and then we looked around and saw the doctors were gone from the room. She spoke again "I liked to think, to dream, that all of my patients around your age were my baby. I feel closer to them that way; it allows me to break through the tough exterior I put on while I am here. I can listen to them and actually serve their needs better. I have learned over the years to let them go as they leave. When I saw your birth date I was beside myself with worry as to whether I could release you as I did the others. Will I need to do that?" "No Mom you won't. My life has been so empty for the last years, I could never turn you away even as just Nurse Nancy." We sat and held each other until she spoke again. "Are you OK with all the changes in your life today?" "I think so, but can I stay here for a few days until it all becomes real to me?" Bob was back in the doorway and he said "I have arraigned it for the next week if necessary. Don't worry about the cost. You can decide when you are certain about how you feel." The next day I asked for a meeting with Marie, we needed to talk. We sat in the garden area of the grounds and shared with each other the way we felt and how we remembered the events that seemed so long ago now. We spent hours apologizing for all the events that led up to my leaving. We both decided there was nothing we needed to forgive each other for. "I don't believe I can return to that house" I told Marie. "I don't have many happy memories there" she confided. "I bet they could use another nurse around here" I teased. "You don't know? I have been a Physicians Assistant for almost two years. It was difficult without you there but I graduated Cum Laude and passed my boards the first time. I hear you are doing well for yourself with the home improvements here." We held each other for a while basking in the sunshine. "I like it here!" she admitted. "What will we tell Nancy about this?" "OH, you haven't heard about that. She is my birth mother; I was adopted by my parents." Marie's mouth hung open at that point. I gently pushed it shut. She sputtered "How? When? Why?" I explained as accurately as I could. We set up a visit to see Anna and Graham over the weekend; they lived an hour north of here. We all went together in Nancys car. After dinner we made the announcement that we were going to try being back together in the little town we had come to love. Marie turned to Nancy and teased her "Now you can be there to give extra love to your grandson!" The response was, "Grandson my ass, I see two children. They both need extra love." It was said with authority as the tears ran down her cheeks. And so it was.