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Here We Go Again

By: tamol



I am a qualified Doctor, married with a loving caring husband, but my world was on the verge of collapsing around my ears and I had no one to blame but myself, my time at University was about to catch me up.

I was nineteen years old when my troubles began, I had been at University for just over a year and already my overdraft was looking pretty bad, overdrawn by £4,000 and still four years to go before I could qualify and start earning some real money. Sitting in the students bar cuddling my drink and in deep thought as to my future I was suddenly brought back to reality by my friend Jason slapping me on the back with a welcoming smile. He could tell by my face that something was bothering me and even though I didn't want to burden him with my problems being able to talk about it with someone else actually helped. By the time I had finished my tale of woe we had consumed a couple of drinks and right at this moment the world didn't seem too bad.

Jason said he knew of a way to solve my financial crisis, but that it was quite an extreme way to get money and he was very apologetic after he told me how to do it and hoped that I was not offended.

When I got home that night to my dreary bedsit, I looked at my austere surroundings and was seriously considering investigating further his suggestion, but I decided to wait until the morning to see if I felt the same way after a good nights sleep.

All through the next day I couldn't get the idea out of my head and finally late in the afternoon I decided that I would do it. Retrieving the telephone number out of my bag I dialled the number Jason had given me, after a short conversation with a gentleman on the other end of the line I arranged to go to his office first thing the next day.

As he beckoned me into his office my heart was beating faster than a train, I was having second thoughts but he soon relaxed me when he poured a refreshing cup of coffee.

"So you need some money actually a lot of money, which is why you are here. This is the deal I supply young ladies for parties and it always involves having sex, depending on how much you want to earn and how much time you have to earn it in will determine how much you can earn a week. A straightforward night with a man will get you £100, I charge £200 and you get half, so five jobs a week and that's a nice £500 for you," he said.

The money was tempting, very tempting but I couldn't afford to spend five nights a week away from my studying. 

"Is there any way I could earn £500 for just one night?" I asked not expecting a positive answer.

"There is, but I don't think you would want to in all honesty but I'll tell you how. I do have loads of men on my books that like gang banging, I'm talking five men and all night and every hole will get used, that will get you £500 if that is what you are looking for."

I sat there mulling it over, five young sexy men giving me a good seeing too and I get paid for it, sounded fine to me, so I agreed that that was the way I wanted to go. He told me that as it would be my first time I had to leave a deposit of £1,000, which would be returned with payment after the event, because if I backed out at the last moment he would have to compensate the men.

My phone rang it was Mr Clemence, he told me my check had cleared and to be at the Hotel Eclipse for 7pm, room 204 on Friday.

As I entered the hotel the butterflies in my stomach were in a frenzy, I wanted to turn around and leave but I couldn't afford to lose another £1,000 and the thought of £500 spurred me on. Knocking gently on room 204 a man opened the door and I was led into the massive suite, seated in various chairs were four other men, not young sexy men that I had imagined but older men, some fat some thin but all into their late forties. I could see this was going to be harder than I first thought and was glad for the glass of wine that was offered to me.

One of them asked me my name while the others were admiring the sight before them and talking to each other about me as if I wasn't there.

The man who let me in told me to remove my clothes, slowly and with some hesitation I managed to strip off and stood before them all showing what I consider one sexy body. One of the men came towards me his hands moving up towards my breasts, as he touched my nipples I could feel the goose bumps cascade across my body causing an involuntary inhalation of breath. 

"Do you like me touching you?" he asked pleasantly as the smell of whiskey on his breath hit me.

I didn't answer, I was lost for words being in this strange environment knowing that these men may be fucking me at any moment.

Eventually I replied in the affirmative and said that he made my breasts feel good, this caused an outburst of laughter that confused me.

"Young lady we are paying £200 each to have you all night anyway we want and what we don't want to hear are words like breasts, they are tits, and this down here is your cunt, do you understand," he said as his fingers continued to slide along my slit.

"I think I get the message, my tits and cunt are here for your pleasure," I replied and was pleased to see a smile on all there faces.

As I stood before them they all removed their clothes, their peckers already standing to attention and ready for action, two of them took hold of my nipples and led me into the bedroom and onto the bed.

For the next eight hours I was fucked non stop by them all, at one time I had a cock up my arse one in my cunt, one in my mouth and one in each hand as one man came another took his place, for middle aged men they were very fit.

When morning came I was covered in cum, my mouth tasted like a used condom while I could feel cum still oozing out of my other orifices. I showered and dressed but before I left each of them gave me a lingering kiss on my lips they were happy men.

Over the next two years I would offer my body up to men, always five at a time and never all the same men and that gave me the money I needed to get me through University. Yes I suppose that made me nothing better than a common prostitute, sometimes I would enjoy it and other times the men were just pigs.

Now seven years on everything I had worked for could be lost unless I was prepared to be gang banged again and for free. This all came about during my morning surgery, I didn't check whom the next patient was I just buzzed the reception and told them to send them through. To my surprise Jason walked into my room, at first I didn't recognise him, he looked extremely unkempt and many years had passed since we last met. I looked down at the file before me and right away recognised the name and warmly greeted him. Once the formalities were over Jason told me how he had ended up like he was. He had married and been very successful but his wife and child died in a car crash and he had been driving, since then he had a nervous breakdown that ended up with him living in a dirty bedsit and penniless. I prescribed him some anti depressants and he left.

A few days later I bumped into him again, his appearance had improved and the impish smile was back on his face. We stopped in a coffee bar and chatted about old times, I was feeling so relaxed when he hit me with a bombshell. He asked, actually he told me that he wanted me to perform again but for free to help him get back onto his feet. My immediate reaction was to tell him to fuck off but he continued smiling and told me that if I didn't do as he said my past escapades would be given to the newspapers and my career and marriage would be ruined.

There was no alternative and reluctantly I had to agree or lose everything, he gave me a slip of paper with the time and place on and left.

The day arrived and I dressed as he had instructed in a knee length skirt and a tee shirt other than this I wore no underwear, even before I got there I felt vulnerable being covered with so little. Luckily when I entered the hotel there was a long queue at reception so they never saw me sneak through and into the lift. 

Arriving at the door I knocked apprehensively I suppose I was hoping there was no one in, but alas the door opened and I was greeted by Jason who looked me over as if I were a piece of meat in the supermarket. Entering the room there were three men sitting together, my entrance halted their conversation as their heads turned towards me, I could tell by their eyes that they were eager to devour me. On the opposite side of the room was a single man wearing a face mask just looking at him made me shudder, a hint of fear in my reaction.

"Good to see you Anne, let me introduce the guys to you, this is Harry and Paul and James, sitting over there is, well let's just call him mister x," said Jason as he pointed at each one in turn.

"Gentleman this is Anne, she is here for your pleasure, whatever your hearts desire Anne will cater for your every need," continued Jason. "You may undress please Anne."

I stood before them my heart pounding as I removed the tee shirt revealing my ample breasts the coolness of the room causing my nipples to instantly become erect. Quickly I unclipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor, an intake of breath bounced around the room as they all stared at my nakedness.

Jason directed me to the bed and got me to kneel in the centre of the bed facing the headboard, Harry climbed on to the bed in front of me, his cock stood tall as Jason pushed my head forward until Harry's cock could comfortably slip into my mouth. It tasted dirty as if he hadn't washed it for a week and I had to control my urge to gag as inch by inch it slipped further into my mouth. While I sucked Harry's cock I could feel someone's fingers stroking my pussy making it involuntarily wet and ready to be filled. Whoever it was plunged deep into me causing me to almost choke as my head went forward and took Harry's cock down my throat. My pussy pummelling began, my enormous tits bouncing wildly each time he thrust into me. I had no intention of enjoying myself considering I was blackmailed into performing for them, but my body gave me away as the orgasm built between my legs and exploded like a volcano in my brain.

As my tormentor came in my pussy a second orgasm erupted and the intensity of it caused me to black out for a split second, by the time I regained my senses another cock was fucking me, it was a big cock, bigger than I had ever experienced before. I felt like I would split in two and was relieved that he came pretty quickly, as he withdrew from my pussy another cock took its place and the fucking continued. All this time I was still sucking Harry's cock and still he hadn't come, he sure had good staying power I thought to myself just as he tensed and filled my mouth with his sticky fluids. One after the other they fucked me and when they were finished with my cunt they continued with my ass and finished with my mouth. I had been well and truly fucked in every hole, even though I was forced to do it, the multiple orgasms had made it all worth while, but I did feel guilty that I had betrayed my husband.

All the men except Jason and the masked man left, obviously the masked man was just a voyeur, or maybe he had problems getting it up.

"Thanks Anne that was mighty good, maybe you want to see if mister X wants some satisfaction, I'll tell you what if you get him to fuck you I will never ask you to do this again," said Jason with an evil smile on his face.

The challenge was something I couldn't refuse if it allowed me never to have to go through this again, "would you like to fuck me?" I said to him but got no reaction. I placed my hand on his crotch, he was stiff as a board. Freeing his cock from his trousers I began sucking him, running my tongue along the length of his cock and then sucking his balls into my mouth. He beckoned Jason over and whispered something into his ear.

"He wants me to tie you to the bed, his needs are somewhat different to the others," said Jason.

I wasn't sure that I wanted to be at the mercy of this strange man, but then I also wanted my freedom so I agreed to be tied up. Jason tied my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, the masked man walked towards me carrying a bag, I was now getting scared and was glad Jason was still here. From his bag he removed a blindfold that was soon covering my eyes, then my mouth was opened and a gag inserted in it. Now I was totally at the mercy of this strange man and very apprehensive as to what would happen next. I never heard it coming as a strap landed with full force across my tits, my scream stifled by the gag, again and again he whacked my tits, the pain was excruciating and the mask man was bellowing with laughter. Thankfully he stopped hitting my tits and I thought the worst was over, but no, he began clipping clothes pegs to my tits, I lost count but there must have been at least twenty on each one, including my nipples.

I heard whispering once more and then Jason said, "X likes to inflict pain, but he says that if you agree to let him do things to you once a month, then he will be gentle with you. You must also say out loud that your husband is a useless fuck and agree to participate in a gang bang also once a month."

I spluttered something unintelligible and Jason removed the gag, "you bastard you said that if I could get X to fuck me, you would never ask me again."

My aggression was not the wisest thing I've ever done, as X pulled a peg off of each of my tits, followed quickly by two more, the pain shot through me worsened as the blood rushed back.

"I won't ask you again, just say what X wants or suffer some more," repeated Jason.

I refused by clamping my mouth tightly shut, X pulled more clothes pegs off my tits, each one sending a sharp pain through my body. He continued pulling them off hoping to break my stubbornness, but I wasn't going to give him the pleasure, the last two pegs were pulled from my nipples I screamed in agony and then almost passed out.

"I suggest you say what he wants, otherwise he will find even nastier things to do to you," said Jason with a hint of sympathy in his voice.

My silence seemed to spur X on, he began clipping pegs to my pussy lips each one hurting more than the last one, by the time he had finished my pussy must have looked like a weird hedgehog, finally he clipped two onto my clitoris, now I was really worried. As my silence continued he pulled a peg of my lips, by the time he had removed four I screamed that I would say it, the thought of him pulling those pegs of my clitoris swayed my decision. 

"My husband is a useless fuck and you I will let you and your friends gang bang me whenever you want and X can have me to torment," I said as tears gathered in my eyes.

Gently mister X removed the remaining pegs from my clitoris and started licking my pussy, even though I was pained by my experience I couldn't control the orgasm approaching. It hit me just as X slipped his rock hard cock into my pussy and began humping away, orgasm after orgasm ripped through my body, maybe the pain had stimulated me, I don't know.

As mister X lost control his come spurting into my very sore pussy Jason said, "I will keep my word and not ask you to ever do anything for me again, but mister X might."

I had been tricked and felt extremely angry and hurt that I had been conned, mister X stood at my feet looking down at my naked exposed body and started to remove his mask, the shock almost caused me to faint, it was my husband.

"So my dear sweet innocent wife, you are nothing but a whore, a common slut letting those men fuck you like that, I am very disappointed that I didn't know this side of you before. So my sweet slut you have made my day, from now on if you want our marriage to continue then you will become my plaything, your body is mine to do with as I wish, I have many friends who will sample the delights of your body, you will become a fuck toy. 

So now every weekend we hold parties, no woman are ever invited and my husband insists that I spend the weekend walking around the house naked. His guests can fuck me whenever the urge takes them, and it takes them a lot, most of the time I spend on my back with my legs open and being well and truly fucked.

Here We Go Again



I waited for the weather to break. This was my third day of waiting to get home to Florida. The plane was gassed up and ready to go but sat out there in the drizzle and fog tied down to the tarmac. I tired of looking out the window of the Fixed Base Operator's waiting room. I moved back to my seat and noticed a flight bag in the seat next to mine. 

It hadn't been there ten minutes go. I leaned back and stretched my legs out in front of me.

I awoke with a start. Someone said, "Hi! Could you move your legs so I can get past you to my seat."

I blinked and sat up, A lovely lady smiled at me and said "Excuse me. I am sorry I woke you up. I could sure use a little nap myself."

"Well I think we are both going to have plenty of time for a nap. The last I heard was that the weather was supposed to be below takeoff minimums until at least tomorrow afternoon. Where are you headed?"

"Florida."

"Really, me too! I want to go to Naples. How about you?"

"Marco Island, right next door."

"What are you driving?"

"A-36 Beech, you?"

"The same thing, which is yours, mine is 27 Bravo, White, Silver and Black." 

"Ours is 44 Bravo. The Blue on White. Are you flying solo?"

"Yes I am, you?"

"Yeah, me too."

"We should fly south as a flight of two. We can take turns navigating."

"Sounds like fun, My name is Betty Lasco. You?"

"I am Lucyann Bradley, glad to meet you." 

"Shit, look at the rain come down, We might as well go get a couple of Motel rooms across the street. They will get us a free pick up from here. The restaurant next to the place is supposed to be very good. What do you say?"

"Beats the hell out of sitting here all night. Let's go." 

I picked up my flight bag and my overnighter and we walked to the desk and asked about a ride across the street to the motel. The guy made a call and said they would be right over.

We ended up getting adjoining rooms. Lucy said she wanted to take a shower and relax before dinner. I had a bottle of Rum in my bag and offered to share with her. She said, "Great, I'll get a shower and get some ice and be over in an half an hour."

I took my shower and it felt good, it relaxed me. I looked in my overnighter and found a dress and fresh undies. I put on the bra and panties and lay on the bed. A knock came shortly and I yelled for her to come in. I sat up and got a good look at her as she had changed to a cute little dress and heels. She was hot looking. Blond, blue eyed and a sexy figure. I got up and fixed us each a drink. We sat and talked airplanes and experiences. We had a lot in common. We were both married. Each had two kids. Each of us were empty nesters with husbands who were working them selves to death when they already had plenty of money.

I looked at her, "My Bill would go ape over you, your cute figure, blond and all. He loves blonds. So he married a brunette. I don't think he even remembers how to have sex. I sure get horny now and then. How about you?"

"I know just what you mean. Sometimes I just want to scream at him. I told him to just keep on working so when he drops dead I'll be able to have several boy toys to screw me when he is gone. I will tell you that Dave would drool over those boobs of yours, he loves big tits." 

"Hey, your boobs are just beautiful. He must be blind."

"Men just don't know how to appreciated a sexy woman. Right."

"You are right about that."

"Hey! Slip into that cute little dress and lets go eat."

We went to the place next door. It was evidently a local meeting place. Lots of guys cruising. Plenty of gals too.

We had a nice meal and walked into the lounge. We were both hit on right away. We fended off the men and sat and sipped a little after dinner drinkie-poo. A really hot looking guy asked me to dance and I looked at Betty and she just grinned. I danced a couple dances with the guy and he had me pretty hot feeling a large cock pressing against me. He was a handsome stud and he hinted about us going to his place. I wasn't ready for that and sat and watched Betty dance with a good looking guy. He was dry fucking her as they danced. She came back and looked at me. "Shit, my panties are soaking wet. I would love to fuck that guy but I just can't do it."

"I know exactly how you feel. Isn't it hell to be a good true blue wife? We better go back to the room and have a night cap and go to bed. Before we get in serious trouble."

"Right."

We sat in my room for a few minutes talking. Betty got up and said, "I'm going to put on my nightie, I'll be back, I want to get out of these wet panties."

"Me too!" I changed into the gown I had with me and lay on the bed against the pillows. 

Betty was back in a few minutes and grabbed the pillows from the other bed and put them beside me and leaned back against them. Damn she looked sweet. Just delicious. I told her so too!

She said, "You look delectable too! Can I kiss you?"

"Sure, I would love that."

Her lips were soft and sweet. I parted my lips a little and her tongue slipped right in. I met her tongue and explored her mouth. I felt her hand on my breast. A tingle ran through me. I pulled back. My panties were wet again. Our kisses were soft and sweet, then they became more passionate. I felt Betty push me on to my back and she began kissing my neck. She squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples. I pulled her head to me and wrapped my legs around her waist. I pulled her close to me. She had me on fire. I wanted to get as close to her as I could. She started kissing and licking my breasts. My moaning was very loud and I was breathing very hard. She took one nipple in her sweet mouth and began sucking on it while she played with the other with her fingers. I felt her hand slide down to my mound and cup it. I wanted to feel her fingers inside me. She teased me by running her fingers lightly over my pussy lips. I was thrusting up trying to reach her fingers. She slipped down beside me and I felt her breath on my pussy. Her tongue slipped across my cunt and my hips thrust up to meet her mouth. Her fingers slipped into my wet channel and she began licking my clit as she fucked me with her fingers. I was screaming in my joy. I was racked by orgasm after orgasm. She moved up and held me for a long time until I relaxed.

She kissed me gently, "How was that?"

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Now I want to do you."

"You don't have to do that."

"I really want to love you too. Hell, I need to do it."

I kissed her and felt her breasts, she gasped as my hands caressed her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. I squeezed her nipples hard and she shook all over. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time and she moaned and sighed. I ran my hands down to stroke her pussy. I dipped a finger into her hot cunt and lubed up her pussy lips with her flowing juices. I delved my fingers into her labia gently feeling for her clit. I pressed my fingers down on it every few seconds until she was writhing in ecstasy and squealing with pleasure. I saw her glistening pussy lips and pressed my face into her vagina. My tongue lapped at her juices and I then sucked her inner lips into my mouth, tugging them gently with my lips. I inhaled her sexy aroma and flipped her clit with the tip of my tongue My fingers plunged in and out of her vagina. I knew her orgasm was building inside her and I felt her hands pressing my face harder into her pussy. I kept sliding my fingers in and out then plunged one finger into her little puckered asshole. She screamed as her body exploded in her orgasmic climax. I moved up and kissed her lips and held her tight. We slept the night snuggled to each other.

In the morning there was no visible change in the weather. We called the FBO and were told they expected the weather to break just after noon. We made love again. It was delightful. I looked at Betty, "Sweetie, I think we need to meet at least once a week when we get home. Maybe twice a week."

"Do you like to fish?"

"Sure I do. We don't go often like we used to."

"Dave and I have a thirty three foot sports fisherman moored behind our house. The front bunk is a king size. I want to get you on that as often as I can."

"That sounds divine. I could never touch another man and cheat on Bill. I love him too much. This is different."

"I feel exactly the same way. This will never break up our marriages. We are just girlfriends. Right?"

We packed our stuff and caught a ride across the street. We checked the weather again and it still looked good for around 1300. We filed a flight plan as a flight of two for Naples Airport. The sky seemed to be getting lighter. No blue though. We were both instrument rated but we decided to wait a little longer and try to depart VFR if possible. Neither of us felt that comfortable about flying a very tight formation in the soup. We decided that if it was above minimums we would depart separately on instruments and join up when we were VFR. 

We took umbrellas and walked out to the aircraft. She held the umbrella over me while I checked the fuel and the things that required two hands. Then I did the same for her. We kissed each other and made sure we had each ones phone numbers and addresses. We were ready to go.

About quarter after one we taxied out and were cleared for takeoff. We flew a loose formation and cross checked each other on our navigation. Both planes were equipped with GPS so we had filed direct to Lake City then direct to Naples. That route kept us pretty much away from large airports and controlled airspace.

We had Naples Airport in sight when I blew her a kiss and she broke off for Marco Island. 

I walked in the house just before dark. Bill's car was in the drive and he opened the door and swept me into his arms. We shared a passionate kiss. He had brought home Chinese for dinner, that was great with me. He fixed us some drinks and wanted to hear all about the trip. I told him our son Bill, Jr. was fine as was our daughter and our new grandson Bill III. I told him about the wonderful girl I had met waiting for the weather in Atlanta. I told him I had to call and make sure she got in OK. I dialed her number and she answered instantly and told me she had the phone in her hand to call me. Every thing was fine with her and she told me she would call in the morning.

We warmed up dinner and it was nice for a change. I cleaned up and washed a sink full of dirty dishes he had left.

He led me to our bed room and almost raped me. He was so hot and horny. We stripped and jumped in bed. His tongue explored my mouth and I savored his taste and smell. God he felt good, his cock pressed against my leg and I had to reach down and feel him. He moved to love my breasts and it was wonderful, he knew how to turn my heat up by licking and sucking my nipples. He kissed my mouth over and over telling how much he had missed me. He said, 'I can't wait, I wanted to eat your pussy but I need to fuck you right now."

"Oh! Yes! Put him in me now. I need him too!"

I felt him rub the head of his cock up and down the lips of my pussy and then plunge his cock deep into my vagina. God! It felt wonderful. His thrusts into my pussy were powerful and slammed into me hitting my clit and sending 

shock waves through my body. He was humping harder and harder and faster and faster. I was having orgasms in rapid secession now. I was screaming and clutching at his strong body trying to pull him deeper. He shuddered and moaned as he stiffened then flooded my pussy with his cum. We melted together and slept like babies. 

I got Bill off to work in the morning and went through the mail. Sat at my desk and paid the bills on the computer. The phone rang about ten and it was Betty. It was good to hear her voice. We gabbed and compared notes agreeing we needed to leave home more often. She invited Bill and I down Saturday evening for dinner. I accepted instantly. We decided the two of us would get together and go shopping earlier in the week. She said she knew of some trendy little shops and boutiques in Marco. I never shop Marco so I agreed to pick her up Wednesday morning about ten.

I was right on time an she invited me in for coffee and to see her house. She showed me pictures of Dave and of her kids. Dave looked like a hunk. It was a lovely house right on a canal leading to the river. The boat was beautiful. She showed me the master bedroom. Very nice. I sat on the bed and she pushed me on my back and then flopped down beside me. She looked in my eyes and asked if I really wanted to go shopping. I shook my head, "I really want to love you."

"Me too, I have to find out if you really taste as good as I remember."

"I can't tell you that, you have to find out for yourself, sweetie." 

The sex was as good or better than we remembered. 

We talked about Saturday evening and she said that she and Dave had changed their minds and were going to take us by boat to the Yacht Club for dinner and dancing. They had a slip for the boat reserved for overnight. She said dress would be semi casual, Jackets without ties, etc. I asked what she was going to wear. She showed me a really cute dress that would show off her figure and her long legs. She giggled, "Let's have fun, I'll flash Bill if you'll flash Dave." 

"What exactly do you mean?"

"We will go to the ladies room just before dinner. While we are in there we'll remove our panties. Then at dinner we will each drop something and have our husbands pick it up from under the table. When you drop a fork or something and Bill goes down for it I'll spread my legs and give him a good look at my pussy."

I giggled, "Sounds like fun. When I drop it I'll try to push it towards you a little."

"Right and then before we leave we can go put our panties back on, or not, if we want to be really naughty. If I know Dave, after he gets one look at you, he will drop something to get another peek."

"Have you and Dave ever swapped or anything like that?"

"No, but we have talked about it and agreed we might like to try it with the right people if the situation ever came up."

"We feel about the same way, hey! Maybe we will all get lucky Saturday night."

I was on ants for the next few days. Saturday morning I had my hair done and I laid our clothes out for Bill and I. I was wearing a basic 'little black dress', with a black lace bra and panty set and a matching garter belt and dark hose. Patent leather stiletto heels completed the outfit. 

Bill went fishing with a buddy. He promised to be home early. He was as good as his word and we were all spiffied up and knocking on the Lasco front door at five, right on time.

Dave answered the door, he was very gracious and friendly and seated us on the patio where he had a wet bar. He was a very handsome guy. Large and well muscled and in good condition. My Bill fit the same description. Dave mixed drinks for us and said Betty was still dressing. I said I would see if I could help her and left the boys talking boats and fishing. 

Betty looked at me as I walked in her room. "Wow! You look great! I want you right now."

"Betty, hush, you will have my panties all wet before we start the evening."

"Pull your skirt up and let me see, Oh! God, Dave will cum in his britches when he sees that. He really loves garter belts and hose with high heels."

"Now let me see you. Hey! You are really hot too! I love those thigh high stockings and those sheer little wispy panties are very sexy. Bill will drool all over himself.

We joined the guys and Betty walked right up to Bill and kissed him on the lips and welcomed him to her home. He looked a little dazed and I knew he was turned on. He sat beside me and we all talked for a while. Dave and Bill really hit it off good. They liked each other very much I could tell that.

Dave said we should leave for the Yacht Club because it was about a thirty minute ride by boat. The ride would give us a scenic tour of Marco Island on our way. Dave had the boat ready to go and helped me into the cockpit. Betty was next and Bill just stayed on the dock until Dave had the engines running and then asked Bill to cast off the lines. Bill did so and jumped aboard. It was a delightful cruise to the Club and we thoroughly enjoyed it. 

We had another drink before dinner and Betty and I went to powder our noses. She grinned at me when she stepped out of her stall, She whispered, "I feel like flashing every good looking man in the place." 

"I know, I feel sexy and naughty as hell."

Dinner was excellent and I dropped my spoon and Bill searched for it for a long time before he came up with it. His face was a little red and he stared at Betty. She continued her conversation as if nothing had happened. She turned and said something to Dave and her napkin fell on the floor she tried to pull it back with her toe but only pushed it further toward me. She sent Dave to get it. He said he would get her a clean one. She told him we couldn't leave that one on the floor and to please get it. He sighed and ducked down. I eased my legs apart as wide as I could while he was down there. I could see the napkin between my legs on the floor. Betty and I kept on talking about how nice the flight back from Atlanta had been flying formation. Dave surfaced and looked at me. "Did you find it?" I asked brightly.

"Oh! Yes, I got it alright!"

"Oh! Good. I am having such fun we wouldn't want to spoil it by loosing a napkin." 

Betty suggested we go back to their place for a cup of coffee. They had brought a car and left it that afternoon so we wouldn't have the long ride back in the dark. They would get the boat in the morning. 

When we got back to the house we sat in the kitchen and had coffee. Dave poured a little Brandy in his and everyone tried it. Dave dropped his spoon and bent to pick it up. As he went down Betty nodded slightly at me and I gave him another look. He came up and said, "Bill, I can't reach it, would you see if you can get it for me." 

Bill said, "Sure, no problem."

Dave put his hand on Betty's leg and she opened them anyway. Dave was grinning from ear to ear when Bill came up.

"Did you get a good look? We have been set up, Buddy, these girls have been teasing us all night."

"I wondered about that. Girls, Dave and I were talking while you went to the ladies room trying to figure out how to talk you guys into a little group sex. I have a feeling you are a step or two ahead of us."

"You are right about that! We decided three days ago we were going to see if you guys were interested."

"Lets move into the family room and Betty can put some music on and the girls can strip for us."

Betty grinned and said, only if you guys strip at the same time. Right Lucyann?"

I agreed and we moved into the family room. Betty put on some music and I told everyone to sit down, I would start. I stood in front of Dave and danced a little turning as I danced. I reached behind me and pulled down the zipper on the dress, I turned my back and pulled it down over my hips and let it fall on the floor. I bent over with my legs tight together and picked up the dress. I held it in front of me and turned to face Dave. I extended one hand and told him it was his turn. He stood and I took his place. Dave gyrated for a bit while he removed his jacket and shirt and shoes. He smiled at me and dropped his slacks. His erection was evident in his jockey shorts. It looked nice. He turned and helped Betty to her feet. Betty really but on a show for Bill and danced only about a foot from his face. She looked hot when the dress came off and she did a bump and grind right in Bill's face with her bare pussy. She took off her bra and bent until her tities touched Bill's nose, then jumped back and pointed to Bill, He danced slowly in front of Betty and stripped to his boxer shorts. He bumped and grinded in her face. She reached out and snatched down his shorts letting his cock jump free. He sat beside her and I saw her hand slip over on his lap.




Here We Go Again



I rose and left my dress on the floor and reached up and pulled the pins from my hair and let it fall. It was down to my waist. I pulled off my bra and took my boobs in my hands and walked to Dave and rubbed them over his face. I stepped back and he stood and just dropped his shorts and reached for me and pulled me to him and kissed my lips open mouthed and our tongues swirled round each other. He pulled back still holding me to his chest and looked at Betty and Bill. Bill was seated and sucking and caressing Bettie's breasts as she stood in front of him. 

Betty said "Wait let's all get on the floor and try a daisy chain. I'll suck on Bill, Bill will suck on Lucy and she will suck Dave who will suck me. We all got on the floor and I found myself holding Dave's big cock in my hands. It was hard and velvety. Clear drops of fluid oozed from the slit in it's head. I licked it off with my tongue. I took as much in my mouth as I could. I am not good at deep throating so I pulled his rod back out and licked and ran my tongue and parted lips all over it getting it nice and juicy and very slippery for my hands. I started out with a long slow stroke then increased the speed. Bill's tongue knew all my favorite places and was rapidly bringing me to an orgasm. I heard Betty yell, "Everyone turn around and do the guy behind him. 

I reversed myself and saw Bill's familiar cock and sucked it in. It was wet and slippery and my hands slipped nicely over it sending shivers through him. A tongue was slipping in and out of my hot pussy then I felt fingers at the fold of flesh hiding my clit. The fingers exposed my clitty and the tongue lapped furiously at it. I was right on the edge of a massive orgasm when Betty yelled, "Every body love Lucyann. Dave stick your cock in her, and Bill let her eat you while I play with her breasts." I felt Dave's cock slip right in me. His thrusts were different from the way Bill pounded in me. Dave was gentler and felt different because his cock was bent upwards while Bill's was straight. The new cock inside me was touching new spots and caressed my G-spot as it went in and out. It didn't take long to have me orgasm. I was shaking and jerking when I heard , "Everybody love Bill now." Bill pulled his cock from my mouth and lay on his back. I climbed over his face and pressed my pussy to his face. His tongue licked at my juices. I looked down and saw Dave take Bill's cock in his mouth and start slipping up and down on it. Betty was kissing his balls. It was enough to give me a strong orgasm. Betty and Dave traded places I heard Bill start to moan and felt him shake, Betty felt it too, "Every body love me now." 

Bill moved over Betty and plunged his shaft deep inside her in one motion. Then as Dave and I started kissing her he began to thrust hard into her pussy. His pelvis slammed into her and shook all of us. Betty screamed in her joy and started jerking and pulling at Bill's back, her legs were up over his arms he was really thumping against her hard now, I knew exactly how it felt. She had to be in heaven. I was kneeling over Betty watching when I felt Dave's big cock slide into my pussy. He stroked hard and very fast. His curved cock felt really good and I was back on the edge in no time as he pounded into my snatch. I screamed with Betty and she looked to see what was causing it, then she smiled a loving smile at me and said "Go girl! Cum with him darling girl." I couldn't have stopped if I had wanted to and I sure didn't want to. Betty and I were both loud in venting our extreme feeling as we came at the same time as Bill and Dave climaxed.

We lay on the floor trying to catch our breaths. Betty got up and came back with large beach towels. "Come on you guy's, let's all get in the hot tub a and relax a while." Sounded good to me and I stood I pulled my Bill to me and looked in his eyes, "Are you all right with this? Was it good for you?" He kissed me deeply and told me he loved me and that he was very happy with things.

We walked out on the patio with the towels wrapped around us and got in the tub. It felt really nice and we sunk into the heat and the tensions seemed to drain away. We sat there and talked softly. Dave said he had really enjoyed the 'Group Grope' as he called it. He looked at me then at Betty and Bill and said "I want to take Lucy to our guest room and make long, slow, and passionate love to her. Do any of you object to that plan?" No one did and he handed me my towel and wrapped his around himself as he stood. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He closed the door and took the towel and dried me off very carefully. I took his towel and dried him too. We giggled as we got tangled up trying to dry each other. He got down to drying me between my legs and I stood and spread my legs so he could finish. He stood then and let me dry his genitalia. I lifted his semi hard cock and kissed it when I was through. He picked me up and placed me gently on the bed then turned a soft light on and looked down at me. "I have wanted to just get a good look at you all evening, you are gorgeous. Bill is a very lucky guy, I know I am too! Now I want to explore you with my mouth and tongue. Would you like that?"

"I would love it. Hurry and start, I want to feel it."

He crawled over me and kissed my lips, and my eyes, and my ears, and then my neck. He was gentle and sweet with his kisses. I loved it. He moved to my breasts and kissed and licked all around the right one working toward the nipple. He ran his tongue around the nipple several times then sucked into his mouth and pulled up as he applied more and more suction until it was stretched just to the edge of discomfort. He opened his mouth and released the nipple and it dropped back down. He moved to the left breast and worked the same magic. My pussy was flowing and I knew I was building to a super orgasm. Dave kissed down over my tummy. My tummy is not as flat as I want it but it is just slightly rounded, not bad for a girl my age. His lips found my mound and his finger tips glided softly over it. He caressed my legs and they opened for him with no effort on my part. They wanted him between them. He took his place between them and brushed his lips across the labia sending shivers through my body. His tongue searched the slit between the inner pink lips slowly going deeper and deeper. I thought I was in heaven. His tongue moved up and located my clit. He raised his head and looked at it. The very tip of his tongue touched it. Electric shocks zinged through me in every direction. He rubbed the soft under side of his tongue across it. Wowie! That was good. I was having an orgasm now that was one of my best ever and it was just starting. His tongue slipped back down between the lips and lapped at my juices. His hands slipped under my ass and he lifted me a little higher. His tongue was delving deeper and deeper but slipped out every few seconds to return to my clit and stimulate it. Damn this man knew how to eat pussy. He licked around my asshole and startled me. Then he pressed his tongue inside my little rose bud. I couldn't believe how deep it went. It felt very good. He moaned loudly and moved up over me. He kissed my lips and said, "Sweetheart, I am going to cum, I want to slip inside you and not move for a minute or two, Are you doing alright?"

"Dave, I loved every second of what you have done to me, I want to cum with you, you have made me loose track of how many times I have cum in the last half hour. Talk to me and I'll tell you where I am and we can finish together."

"That's perfect, you feel so damned good I can't last like I usually do." 

"I love feeling you just still inside me like this, I can feel your pulse every time your heart beats, I love it. You can stay there for ever."

"No I can't, I am afraid if I take a deep breath I will cum." 

"Think about something else. Like, did you lock your boat, did you turn the bilge pump to automatic, did you put the batteries to off. Will it sink while we make love?" He laughed, "You are wonderful, that got me down a little, I and going to try and finish in a blaze of glory. Hang on little girl, here we go again."

He started slowly stroking in and out. His cock seemed to grow as he moved faster and faster. I whispered that I was about ready. He said he was right with me. I felt him go rigid as my orgasm hit like a tidal wave of joy and ecstasy. I felt his sperm spurt time after time into my vagina. He came more than I had ever had anyone cum inside me. At last he slipped out and lay beside me. He pulled me to him and kissed me so sweetly I cried. "Thank you, David, thank you so much."

"Why are you crying, did I hurt you?"

"I am crying for happy, You only hurt me because it is over."

"No it's not. Let me rest a bit. I don't remember ever feeling this way before. I can't please you enough. I want to please you more."

"I know just what you mean, I love Bill with all my heart and soul, but God I love the way you make love to me, I can't get enough. I love Betty too, I will never do anything to hurt her. But damn you fuck good."



Here We Go Again



It's been almost a year an a half since my "First REAL punishment" from hubby. Since that day we have made a few small changes in the basics of our relationship. Yes, we have always "played" at spanking strictly for sexual purposes, that fateful day 1 ½ years ago changed a bit of how we interact with one another. As difficult as it was for both us, we also realized we both changed from the experience. After many weeks and long discussions we decided we would incorporate D/s or actually I feel it's more DD into our relationship. We set the basic ground rules any couple sets; IE: respect, honesty, communication...actually all of which we always strived for with one another except now if Hubby deems it necessary I be punished then his word goes. To be honest, because we have been together so long and have obviously learned these basic traits I just smiled and told myself this is just another form of for-play for us. Until last week I have not been "punished" for anything, maybe a lecture here and there but no true punishment.

OK, a bit of background. I have stomach trouble, have since I was 23-24; I've been on medication off and on for it for the last 20 years or so. Recently we've noticed that my swallowing (don't be so perverted!!! Swallowing of FOOD) has become a challenge for me, I choke on anything. So we decide I need to see the doctor to find out what's going on. Usually Hubby goes with me to the doctor's office but our schedules collided with the time and date of the appointment so I went by myself. 

The Doctor is convinced my esophagus is corroded and I need a test to confirm whether or not I may need surgery. OK, no big deal right???? WRONG! Having a tube shoved down my nose into my stomach is not something I enjoy nor look forward to, therefore, I made the STUPID decision to ignore the appointment with the hospital the doctors office made for me, chose to LIE (yes, I know I know, you would think I learned my lesson on lying last time right?) I told hubby we were going to try new medicine and diet and see how that works for a while, and worst of all forgot to actually call the hospital and cancel the procedure. THAT as far as my ass was concerned was my worst mistake. OK I know, blowing this thing off and lying about it all was pretty bad but in the moment when we make these impromptu decisions we aren't thinking very clearly.

I pull up in the drive way and see hubby was home early, I smile to myself and think cool we can go out to dinner and make a date night out of it. I stroll into the house...

"Hey babe, (kiss on the lips and quick hug) you're home early (smile) how about we go out to eat and spend a little quality time with one another tonight?"

"Hi yourself! How was work?

"Fine, long day but glad it's over."

Hubby nods and walks over to the answering machine, I'm not paying very close attention to his mood or demeanor I walk into the kitchen and pour myself some milk thinking he's just going to listen to the messages like always and then...

"Come here a minute, I want you to hear this message, I believe it's for you"

Again thinking nothing of it I walk over to the machine and lean over the desk to listen.

"Mrs. B------- this is Jeanie at L----- Hospital radiology department. I believe there may have been a mix up; we had you scheduled today at 2:45 for your Laryngoscope. Just have Dr. W-------'s office call and reschedule for a more convenient time see you then."

I know my face turned ghost white when I heard that message and my first reaction was to jump up and flatly state.

"Oh SHIT, I cannot believe I forgot to cancel this appointment." 

Not, "oops, I messed up", or "Oh honey I'm sorry I blatantly lied to you about this." Not even "I was going to reschedule and forgot."

Nope!!! Not me, I'm more concerned at the fact I was too stupid to do such a simple task like calling and canceling an appointment I new I didn't want Hubby to find out about.

I look up and see my husband sitting on the couch, shaking his head and watching his face turn redder and redder. I know Im screwed, my stomach begins doing flips and I feel my hands sweat. Somehow the floor seems to be more interesting to me than anything else as I stand there contemplating the dust balls rather than look at hubby at the moment.

Big sigh coming from Hubby as I hear him getting up and moving towards me. He's taking a few deep breaths to control his mood and voice, quietly, yet with more steel and coolness than I expected.

"So, let me see if I've got this right. The Doctor wanted to run a Laryngoscope...NOT try new medicine and diet? He scheduled an appointment at the hospital and you totally ignored it, RIGHT???

Now I know I'm busted, I know he's not happy with me, but I honestly and truly did not expect a whole lot to come of this...past experience as well as the fact that even though we agreed on this type of relationship, he has never acted on it since 17 months ago, so I wasn't concerned for my ass just dreading the lecture and probable fight that would erupt from this situation. He really takes these kinds of medical issues seriously....I on the other hand hate any kind of medical intervention when it comes to the discomfort of my body. He knows this, thus makes a point of going to the Doc's with me...Hmmm, you sense he doesn't trust me much with these sorts of things???

I begin kicking at some imaginary piece of dirt on the floor and decide I'm already in this mess I mine as well let him know how I feel. (Yeah, I'm not the brightest bulb in the pack.) I do back away a bit but forgot to encase myself in armor, again not truly believing I needed any.

"Dammit Honey! You know how I hate those tests! I told Dr. W------- I didn't believe it was necessary, just give me something and I'll be fine."

"Oh I see! So now you have a medical degree?" Just knock it off Lynn, I don't want to hear another word about this, we are not arguing. Get your ass in the bedroom and wait for me in the corner.

"What!!!!????" No F------ Way!

(Sighhhhh  I'm not playing with a full deck...just except that fact and move on.)

Boy when I tell you that old fart (OK he's only 46) can move, I'm not exaggerating! He bolted from his spot and had a hold lf my arm faster than I could blink an eye. Squeezing not too gently he practically drags me to bedroom and pushes me face first into a corner. Smacks my rear end HARD 5 times and hisses...

"Don't you even think of moving from this spot, I don't want to hear a sound coming from you until I'm blistering your ass, Do I Make Myself Clear??? SMACK!!!

Now I'm a bit concerned, knowing he's really ticked off and hearing those words "until I'm blistering your ass" made me realize he's quite serious, I feel my ass tighten up and the slight stinging from the smacks and decide I better not provoke him anymore than I have. I nod in agreement and keep my mouth shut.

SMACK!!!

"Ow! What?!

"I asked you a question!"

SMACK!

"OWWWWWWWWW!!!! I know but you told me not to say a word. Do you not understand what a nod is?" 

"You are really asking for this aren't you? I am not going to put up with your lip and backtalk, you know damn well you were wrong on many levels here, you crossed the line and I'm not going to let this go."

Well, shit! Now the guilt and remorse begins to whirl around in my head. I let out a sigh of defeat and lean into the wall mumbling...

"I know, I'm sorry Honey, it's just, you know how much I freak out at these tests and...well....I know I was being stupid, but...you weren't there, so I figured....sigh...I thought maybe it would go away on it's own, I just didn't want to have that test done again."

I hear hubby moving around behind me, I have no clue what he's doing until I hear him sit on the bed.

"Well, hears the deal baby-doll. No.1. I already called Dr. W-----'s office and had the test rescheduled for next Wednesday afternoon. You WILL go and I've arranged to go with you this time. No.2. You are getting punished for this, the way I see it, you lied to me, your risking your health AGAIN, You totally blew off Dr. W's medical advice and No.3. It's obvious you're well over due for a reminder of what this relationship is all about.  Come here"

Shit, shit,shit,shit, how the hell did this get so out of control?

I slowly leave the comfort of the corner and walk over to the bed still watching the dust bunnies on the floor, before I even stopped in front of hubby he grabbed my wrist, unzipped my slacks and roughly yanked them off of me pantyhose and all. Before I could even register what was happening he had me over his lap, his leg covering both of mine and his left arm snaked around my waist holding me tightly.

"Do I need to expand any further on the what's and why's of this punishment?"

I tense my bottom and take a deep breath, knowing this isn't going to be easy for me in any way. I do know I was wrong and a part of me believes I need this from him right now but I've had it before and I didn't like it, not even a second of it last time, I feel my body tremble remembering and I manage to Squeak out...

"No Sir!"

He takes a deep breath...

"Brace yourself this is going to be a long ride baby-doll."

The next thing I hear and feel is his hard hand slapping against my bottom and upper thighs...fast and loudly.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By the time the first barrage of smacks landed I was trying to kick and squirm, I hadn't let out a scream because the smacks were coming so fast and hard I hadn't had a chance to catch my breath. Within 3 seconds after he stopped I found my breath and voice.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWW, Oh Shit Honey that's too hard, please stop it hurts way too much I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I was answered with another barrage of smacks mainly to my upper thighs.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Now I'm desperate and screaming, no tears though. Although at the time I hadn't noticed I wasn't crying...Hubby? Yeah he noticed.

The smacks stop and I feel hubby gently massaging my hot and torched bottom and thighs, although I usually enjoy the attention, right now I'm just concentrating on getting off his lap and sitting on a sheet of ice.

"I hear you screaming bloody murder but I don't see one tear and I know you're not crying. I guess I'm not getting through to you very well. Go get me the paddle."

As hubby loosens his grip on me so I can do his bidding and get that absolutely dreadful piece of wood he calls a paddle. (It's a light oak wood with holes through out the business end, it has a sting worse than a hornet and I hate it more than any other implement we have. Play or punishment I hate it the same.)

Now I'm scared and I know he knows it too, he knows how much I hate that thing and he also knows damn well by asking me to get it and hand it to him knowing he's going to seriously blister my ass with it is asking a lot of me. I slowly get up and look at him, hoping beyond hope he would see my fear and give in; he simply nods toward the closet and stares me down. 

SHIT!

With trembling legs I get the paddle and take it back to him, I know if I just lay back over his lap and except this, it will all be over with soon and we can move on. Yes, I know this, but do you honestly believe I was smart enough to actually do it??? Just as I was ready to reach out to him and hand hubby the paddle something within me cracked and instead I hurled it across the room, turned and ran to the bathroom where I promptly locked my self in.

Ok, gotta run for now, I will finish this and post it ASAP, I need to get back to work. Hope this isn't too long and drawn out, I have a difficult time writing stuff so people actually understand and follow along.

This second part is in second person, at least I think that's what it is, and it was easier to write this as if I was talking to Mark about it...Oh well, hope it's legible.

Leaning against the door, heart thumping so loudly I can hardly think, wringing my hands together fiercely I look in the mirror and realize what I've just done. Oh damn, you idiot, what the hell are you going to do now? Shit!

Regaining some of my composure and reaching for a dash of bravado...

"You're not beating me with that evil weapon!"

Hearing you directly on the other side of door, not sure if you're standing there ready to kick it down, or sitting against it waiting for the inevitable I back away and go sit in the tub.

Anger and frustration in your voice...

"I have never beaten you Lynn and you know it. You also know you're getting your ass blistered with this paddle, I intend to make sure something like this never happens again. You will never keep something like this from me Lynn. Dammit you of all people know full well how serious something like this can be and Jesus so help me God, could already be. You have 10 minutes to decide whether or not Im coming in to get you or you're coming to me, either way little girl, you're going to take this punishment and when that's over we'll discuss what sort of punishment you'll get for throwing a tantrum and literally acting like a 3 year old."

My hands instinctively fly to my seat as the reality of this whole situation begins to sink in. The tears starting pouring down my face and my bottom lip quivered... (Sure now I start to cry)

"Ccome on hhoney, please, sniff sniff, Im sssorryyyyy, I swear I am, for everything, please baby don't be sniff sniff so upset, I know I was wrrrrroooonnngg, please, yyou dddon't sniff sniff have to punish me anymore honestly. If I ccome out sniff sniff, can we please taaalk???"

Your voice is much softer now and almost back to the way you always talk to me...

"Baby-doll, open the door and come here, it's alright, come on now, you don't need to be locked in a room all alone right now."

I always melt into that voice and you know it but I also know through experience that voice comes with a warm and secure hug, I unlock the door and practically throw myself into your arms and sob hysterically as you hold me and assure me everything is ok with us, we sat down on the bed and cuddled until my crying was finished and I was able to regain control of myself. You lean back a bit and wipe the remaining tears from my eyes and kiss me full on the lips and pull away.

"There all better now?"

I wipe my eyes and grab a kleenex to blow my nose and try to smile a little...

"I'm ok" deep sigh...

I look at you and really study your eyes, I know you're no longer angry but that sheer look of determination tells me I ain't getting out of this no matter how pitiful I am. I think the second I realized it you knew I was there, never missing a beat; you grabbed me, hugged me to your chest and whispered in my ear...

"Are you ready to finish your punishment?"

My stomach did flip flops, the tears started to fall and I held my breath as I nodded and draped myself over your lap. SHIT!!!! He always wins He's always so damn calm and right!

Once hubby had me locked into position he didn't even re-warm my bottom with his hand, he reached for the paddle, his body tensed and without a word...

WHACK!!! Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!! I was taken totally off guard as the sting radiated through out my left butt cheek...

"Yeoooooooooow!!! Oh God, no honey F--- that burns."

"Good!" WHACK!!!

"Remember this next time you want to be deceitful with me." WHACK!!! WHACK!!!

"OWWWWWWWWWW!!!' I'm sorry, sniff sniff, crying hard now, I'll never hide anything from you again honey, ppplease...I swear I won't.

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!

"I know you won't little girl, this should help you to remember from now on."

My ass is on fire and the pain is breathtaking, I try to regain control and take this more stoically but I wasn't able to handle the white searing burning that paddles leaves in its wake. Struggling as hard as I can and screaming at the top of my lungs as the whacks fall harder and faster...

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!

My strength finally lost out and I couldn't scream any longer I lay limp over your lap as the paddle continues to fall; you finally lighten up on the intensity until you're just rubbing my butt with the soft shiny wood of the paddle. I'm heaving and crying softly into your leg...

Ever so quietly I hear you barely a whisper...

"I love you so much Lynn, please don't ever take that kind of chance again, please don't make me punish you like this. You really worry me sometimes sweetheart."

"sniff sniff, Iiii Knowww hhhoney sniff sniff, I promise I won't try to hide this stuff from you again, I'm so sorry baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwlllllll, please don't hate me."

Letting go of my waist and unlocking my legs you reach down and pick me up, hug me and lay me beside you on the bed, rubbing my back...

"Stop it!" "You know I never have and never could hate you for anything, now stop this nonsense and get cleaned up so we can go eat."

I crack a smile and hug you tightly...

"I really do love you, you big teddy bear, but damn I really do hate that paddle."

You laugh and reach for the paddle hugging it to your chest.

"Exactly, this paddle helps me keep you safe from yourself, Now (smack on my butt) go get cleaned up I'm hungry."

"Ow!!! You big bully!

As I'm repairing my make up I hear you moving about the room.

"At dinner we'll discuss your behavior during this punishment and how we need to deal with that."

GULP!!! SHIT!



Here We Go Again!



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Decision making can be defined as an act of choosing one scenario or set of actions over another. Most decisions are relatively simple, such as what to have for supper, or which shirt to put on in the morning. Some however, are life changing alterations that can have a monumental impact in shaping the course of our future. It is this type of decision for which I face, and I can honestly say that I am truly afraid of making the wrong choice. You see my dilemma stems from the fact that my ex-girlfriend, Jennifer, wants to get back together with me. We broke up in high school, and I haven't lived a truly happy day since. It was her fault that we separated. She literally broke my heart, and even though I honestly believe that she would never hurt me again, I'm terrified of being wrong.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Mathew Alexander Denton, my friends call me Matt, and so do my parents when they aren't pissed with me. In order to properly tell you this story, I have to take you back a few decades. When I was young, I was labeled a child prodigy. I have a gift for being mechanically inclined as I am able to understand the inner workings of damn near nearly anything. Hand me something that is broken and I will have it in excellent working condition before most people can identify the problem.

My father was a top level administrator who worked his way up the corporate ladder to earn a cozy corner office, his own designated parking space, and a key to the executive washroom. Although my dad made more than enough money to support the three of us, Mom decided to return to work when my uncle, her brother, started having problems with one of his employees who he eventually had to let go which left him shorthanded and in desperate need of a front desk receptionist to manage his mechanics shop. My uncle Jake needed someone he could trust, and instead of putting me in daycare, I was 4 years old at the time, my mom agreed to work for him, only if she could bring me with her. 

My entire family was worried about me becoming bored and getting into trouble at the shop, but they decided to try it out anyway, at least for a little while, and brought a small collection of "quiet" toys from home for me to play with. As you can probably imagine, this did not hold my attention very long, so it wasn't very long before I was scouting around the shop trying to find something else to do, when I came across my uncle's collection of automotive repair manuals. Mom had taught me to read at an early age, and looking back I must admit that I did have a knack for it. I started flipping through these full colored illustrations, and to everyone's surprise, including my own; they began to make since to me. I am sure that mom originally thought I was just looking at the pictures, but as long as I kept quiet, and didn't deface the books any, no one really seemed to care if I looked at them, so I did. 

I would spend literally hours a day going through the series of books my uncle collected throughout the years learning everything I could about the mechanics of auto repair. Some of his manuals were very detailed and I found that I was not only was learning about the different components of a car, and what each device's function was for, but I was also becoming aware of the various types of tools required to work on various types of vehicles.

My secret was discovered when one day Melvin, one the mechanics who worked for my uncle, walked into the office and said he had to look up the ignition timing on the vehicle he was working on and I immediately blurted out that it was one degree over to dead center. He seemed totally shocked that I even comprehended the question, but you should have seen the look on his face when he looked it up in the book, only to find that I was right. Melvin spent the next ten minutes grilling me on the various aspects of car repair, and getting more and more excited as I rattled off the correct answers. My uncle, wondering what was taking Melvin so long in the office, came to investigate. When mom came back from the restroom she found both men taking turns trying to stump me on my knowledge of car repair, and so far neither of them could. At the time, I didn't know what all the hoopla was about, but it was nice to suddenly have these two grown men fawning all over me. To me it was a game and I couldn't understand why everyone was getting so excited.

From that moment on, my uncle took a more active role in my development, even going as far as to take me out to the shop when it wasn't busy to teach me firsthand about the things I'd been studying in his books. It became clear early on that I not only had some type of gift when it came to anything mechanical, but I was actually learning from what I was reading, and not just memorizing script out of a magazine. My uncle Jake started out having me describe how to do different repair jobs and then gradually moved up to having me attempt them on my own. He, of course, was always right by my side to supervise; and although not being anywhere near as strong as my uncle was a hindrance, I seemed to perform remarkable well given my small size and, of course, my age. 

As time went on my uncle would allow me to do some things which did not require certification on my own. If I needed any help, all I would have to do is ask one of his employees for assistance. Usually this was only done when I wasn't strong enough to twist something loose, or tighten it back up again properly. At first my uncle's workers seemed annoyed by my presence, but it wasn't too long before they became amazed by my abilities, and welcomed me into their fold. Although they did have to tone down their profanity quite a bit, I was occasionally privy to my share of adult content.

Uncle Jake started me on my first set of tools that Christmas, and from then on they became my toys of preference. I'd go with mom, and help Uncle Jake out in the shop until it was finally time for me to start school. I hated not being able to work in the shop all day, but some of my classes were fun, and it seemed nice to be able to interact with my peers, at least it did at first anyway. 

It quickly became apparent that although I excelled in reading comprehension, and anything mechanical, being surrounded by grownups all day long had affected my ability to socialize with kids my own age. I did great in some classes, and well enough in others, but I quickly earned the reputation of being a loner, having next to nothing in common with any of my classmates beside the book work.

During the next few years my interest expanded beyond mere automotive repair to anything mechanical. I could now fix just about anything electrical, from VCR's and DVD players, to toasters and garage door openers. I was even good at building computers, though I didn't know how to run them very well after they were put together. 

When I turned eight I was once again looking forward to working in the shop over the summer, but my uncle had other ideas, and convinced my parents to let him enter me in an automotive certification class hosted by a local junior college. Of course he had to get special permission from the instructor due to my young age. At first the guy assumed that my uncle was joking, but upon discovering that he was serious about getting me enrolled into the program, Professor Miller told him that he wasn't going to waste a class seat on a kid who was probably barely able to change motor oil. Uncle Jake challenged the professor to test me on my knowledge of automotive repair, and when he refused saying it was a waste of his time, my uncle decided to get a bit creative.

"I'll tell you what Doc, I have a hundred dollars here that says Mathew can pass any entrance examination you come up with," My uncle challenged.

"I am not going to bet on this child's inability to pass my prerequisite test," Professor Miller responded.

"What's wrong Doc, afraid you'll lose? I'll even make it easy on you. If Mathew fails your test, you can keep the money and never have to hear from us again, but if he passes I get my $100 back and you sign the waver to accept him into this program. Either way you stand to lose nothing," My uncle said.

"Alright Mr. McDonald, it's your money," The professor said with an arrogant chuckle.

"And I intend to keep it that way," My uncle replied with a grin on his face.

As you can probably imagine I was not overly thrilled by this turn of events, as the instructor for this course clearly did not want me in his class. My uncle calmed me down by telling me to just do my best, and not to be concerned about the outcome. 

The entrance exam actually went really well. The professor started off easy, thinking he could stump me early on. When that didn't work, he moved to the more advanced subject matters, and by the time we had finished with the test, he was throwing things at me that were beyond what his class was meant to teach. I knew this because I had already read the course book. When it was all said and done, I had to attend a class on both Tuesday's and Thursdays, while my uncle got his $100 back. Something didn't seem quite fair, if you asked me.

For the next couple of years, summers seemed to take on the same pattern, with my uncle using his little $100 bill trick until people started recognizing my name when I would enroll for a class. After that the professors would usually just sign the waver without provocation. 

It was about a week before Christmas, and my Mom and I were coming back from the mall, when we noticed a car stalled on the side of the road with what appeared to be a woman and a little girl, who looked to be about my age, still sitting inside of it. Mom pulled over, and before she could stop me I jumped out of the car and went over to ask the lady if she needed any help. That is when I recognized the girl sitting beside her to be my classmate Jenny Stapleton. 

Jenny was in a few of my classes at school, and although we weren't exactly friends, seeing that I really didn't have any my own age, she was always nice to me. Jenny didn't have any real friends either, but it was for a totally different reason. Her dad skipped out on her mother when she got pregnant, leaving Jenny's mom to be the sole provider for the family. She worked hard in her secretarial job, but it didn't really pay all that much. I knew all of this because I accidentally overheard Jenny explaining it to one of the teachers one day, when she didn't have enough money to buy school pictures, like the rest of us did. I always felt bad for Jenny after that, but I didn't want to tell her what I had heard, and possible make her feel worse.

"Excuse me mam, but what seems to be the problem," I asked while knocking on the window? 

"Oh the car just started sputtering and then it died. I am hoping that if I just give it a few minutes, it will start back up again," Jenny's mom replied.

"Why don't you pop the hood, and let me take a look at the engine," I asked? 

"I'm sorry son, but I don't really think there is much you can do," She said slightly amused at my request.

"I am a certified general mechanic," I told her proudly.

"You really shouldn't tell fibs little boy," She said to me in a slightly annoyed tone of voice.

"He is telling you the truth mam," My mother said as she walked towards their car. "Matt is a genius when it comes to anything mechanical," She added.

"I believe the term they used at the university was child prodigy mom," I said hating to be referred to as a genius.

"That is unbelievable," Jenny's mom stated.

"He is not lying, mom Matt is in some of my classes in school, and I overheard a few of the teachers saying the same thing." Jenny told her having finally recognized who I was.

With my identity now verified, at least by her own daughter, Jenny's mom reluctantly popped the hood, as I began to diagnose her problem. After once again failing to get it started I recognized that the old model of Ford she was driving had a corroded vacuum hose. After sealing it with electrical tape, I took a rag and held it tightly over the tail pipe. This created enough suction that it freed the hose of excess air, allowing the engine to start, even though it was clearly not in the best of shape. 

"I can't believe you got it started. How much do I owe you," She asked nervously?

"Oh there is no charge for this, but it is only a temporary fix at best. You really should drop by the shop tomorrow, and let me work on it some more," I suggested handing her one of my business cards that my uncle made up for me.

"I'd like to, but with the holiday's coming up I really just don't have the money right now," She confessed.

"Look, because of the child labor laws I am not really supposed to work tomorrow anyway. Stop by the shop in the morning around 10:00 A.M. and I will only charge you for whatever parts you need," I told her.

"I couldn't let you do that," She started to protest.

"Sure you could," I replied. "Just think of it as an early Christmas gift to Jenny. I wouldn't want her or her mother to get stranded someplace, because of something I could easily fix," I said.

"Wouldn't your uncle get upset that you were working on cars for free," Jenny's mom asked?

"No. As long as we are not busy, and the mechanic is working off the clock, my uncle lets his employees bring in cars to work on all the time for various reasons. I know he wouldn't have a problem with me doing this," I told her.

"I still don't think I should let you do this for us for free," Jenny's mother said.

"Ok, how about you bake me some of your oatmeal chocolate chip cookies," I suggested.

Jenny had brought some into class for Halloween one year, and they were some of the best I'd ever tasted. 

"I suppose I could do that," She agreed reluctantly.

"Great, then I will see the two of you tomorrow. Bye Jenny, I said waving my hand at her.

"Goodbye Matt, and thank you," She said meekly.

"You're welcome, I replied as they started to drive away.

"Why did you do that," my Mom asked me after we were back in our car?

"Mom, Jenny's mother doesn't have much money. I overheard her telling one of the teachers at school that she couldn't afford to have her picture taken because her father left them before Jenny was born, and her mother's job just didn't pay very well. Uncle Jake has a big heart, and I know that he won't have a problem with me doing this for them," I replied.

That's very nice of you, but if I didn't know any better, I would say that you have a little crush on Jenny," Mom teased.

"Oh come on Mom, I feel bad for her, that's all. Some of the kids at school found out that Jenny's mother buys her clothing from the Salvation Army. Now a lot of them make fun of her for wearing used clothes, I told her.

"That's terrible," She remarked.

"Kids can be cruel mom, especially if you're different," I said reflecting on some of my own personal experiences.

"Are we still talking about Jenny, or is that how they treat you as well," Mom asked insightfully.

"I don't want to talk about it," I replied honestly.

"Ok, but if you ever do feel like talking, I am always ready to listen," She said lovingly.

"Thanks mom, I said ending our conversation.

As I had predicted, after I explained some of the hardships they had been through, my uncle didn't have a problem with me helping out Jenny and her mother, so around about ten o'clock an old rickety car pulls into the shop with Ms. Stapleton behind the wheel, and Jenny riding shotgun. As she had promised Jenny's mother, who I found out was named Karen, had baked a fresh batch of her famous oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, which I made sure to share with Jenny, essentially earning me a bright smile for my troubles.

Jenny sat out in the shop and talked with me while I worked on her mother's car. I had been a loner for so long that it was actually nice to carry on a conversation with someone my own age, even if it wasn't about anything mechanical. My uncle had a policy of only selling new, or factory rebuilt parts, yet he had a collection of used materials in his warehouse for any of us to use in case someone couldn't afford to pay. Uncle Jake saw this act of charity as a way to give back to the community which had afforded him a good living all these years. I ended up using several of those parts on Jenny's mother's vehicle, and when I was finished the grand total for the new materials came to $11.35.

Jenny's mother was ecstatic, which is something that I got the feeling Jenny didn't see a lot of at her home. My diligent hard labor earned me another of those fabulous smiles that I for some reason suddenly seemed to enjoy getting. After Jenny and her mother left, in a car that was considerably more reliable than the one they came in, my uncle started to tease me about having a girlfriend. Of course I strictly denied the accusation, but in the back of my mind I started to wonder if just maybe he was right, and if so would that really be such a bad thing?

Because of my little Christmas present, Jenny and I started talking to each other more at school, and suddenly it didn't seem quite as depressing as it had once been. Jenny's birthday, which coincidentally coincided with Valentine's Day, fell on a Saturday that year. For a present she had received three tickets to Jolly Amusement Park from her Aunt, who sent them by mail, because she and her husband had plans to celebrate that night, and was not able to visit her in person. Since we lived in a relatively warm climate the park was already open for business. I was shocked to get the invitation to accompany them to the park, and initially asked if it was Jenny's mother's idea to take me as payment for the work I had done on her car. Jenny assured me that it was her idea to invite me, but her mother did feel it was a nice gesture after she made the suggestion. After receiving permission from my parents I did something I rarely ever do and took a day off from work at my uncle's garage to go with Jenny and her mother to the park.

All Jenny could talk about, all the way there was a new coaster she had heard about called the G Force. It was supposed to be one of the most thrilling rides ever designed, and I was looking forward to going on it myself. I loved roller coasters, and being mechanically minded was fascinated by the design of them. I actually knew quite a bit about this particular ride, having researched it for a report I wrote on the mechanics of roller coasters in one of my summer college classes. I couldn't wait to see it in action.

As we were anxiously waiting in line for our turn to challenge this mighty hunk of steel, when suddenly there was a loud noise and the train stopped moving. About 5 minutes later I saw a man who I recognized as Walter Jolly talking to a guy in a hard hat. Neither of the men seemed particularly happy at that moment. I asked Jenny to hold my place in line, while I went up to greet them. I overheard the man in the hardhat, who I assumed was one of the engineers of the ride; say that the linear-induction motor they had recently installed was defective, and that they wouldn't be able to get a replacement for it until at least Monday afternoon. Mr. Jolly was livid. 

"Do you realize that a representative from travel magazine is coming here today to do a feature story on this ride? Isn't there anything you can do to get it up and running again," Mr. Jolly asked?




Here We Go Again!



"I'm sorry, but not without a working linear-induction motor and we don't have one," The guy said.

Poor Jenny had started to cry when she found out that the coaster she so badly wanted to ride was having technical difficulties, and now this news would crush her. Since I wished to prevent her from shedding any more tears, I did something I rarely ever do when I am not working; I confronted the men with my so called genius abilities.

"Excuse me Mr. Jolly," I started to say.

"What is it son, are you lost or something," The man asked?

"No sir, but I couldn't help overhearing your discussion and," 

"Eavesdropping isn't a very nice thing to do son, but I am afraid what you heard was true, The G Force is shut down until further notice," He said.

"Actually sir, I think I may have a solution to your problem," I told him.

"And just what might that be," He asked with a chuckle?

"Why don't you switch out the linear-induction motor with the one in the Tackler? It uses the same part number, and is a much less popular ride," I suggested.

"I'm sorry son, but our coasters do not use interchangeable parts," Mr. Jolly explained.

"Actually Walt, in this case the kid is right. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. We could close down the Tackler and have the G Force operational again in about," The engineer was about to say.

"45 minutes," I said finishing his sentence.

"Yes, how did you know that," The guy asked.

"I wrote a report about the mechanics of Roller Coasters for one of my summer college classes," I answered truthfully.

"Sure kid, what are you like 12 years old," The engineer asked?

"Ten actually," I replied.

"Oh, there you are Matt. You really shouldn't wander off like that. I was worried sick," Karen said.

"I'm sorry mam, it won't happen again," I said apologizing.

"Are you this boy's mother," Mr. Jolly asked?

"No, Matt and my daughter are friends, and she invited him to come with us today to help her celebrate. You see today is my daughter's birthday, and she received some tickets to the park from her aunt as a gift," Jenny's mother explained.

"Matt has been telling us that he attends college," Mr. Jolly told her.

"Oh he does during the summer. You see Matt is a child prodigy with anything mechanical. The rest of the time he attends normal classes with my daughter," She explained.

"That's amazing," Mr. Jolly exclaimed!

"Excuse me sir, but shouldn't somebody get working on the rides," I reminded them?

Oh shit, sorry I mean shoot," the engineer said holding his hand to his mouth obviously embarrassed that he had cursed in front of us.

"Don't worry about it man, I hear much rougher language working in my uncle's garage," I told him.

"You work in your uncle's garage too," Mr. Jolly asked?

"Yes, I am a certified general mechanic," I told him.

After getting the ok to switch out the linear-induction motor from Mr. Jolly, Tony, the head engineer I was talking to, had his team begin to disassemble both rides so that they could swap out the parts.

"Would you and your friend please come with me son," Mr. Jolly asked?

"Well sir, Jenny and I really wanted to ride the G Force once it is running again, and we don't really want to lose our spot in line. It is rather a long wait," I explained.

"Don't worry about that son, I will personally see to it that you and your friend get to ride anything you want as much as your heart's desire," Mr. Jolly said.

Jenny, her mother Karen, and I followed Mr. Jolly into a private, employee only section of the park. There he had a member of his staff take down our names and information, before presenting us with an electronic line eliminator device that lets us move to the beginning of any line in the park. This was the deluxe model given only to VIP's; it allowing us to ride any attraction as many times as we wanted for as long as we wished to do so. Mr. Jolly told us that the only stipulation was that we could only take front row seats twice in a row in any half an hour period, as it would be unfair to the other patrons for someone to hog the front row seats indefinitely. Mr. Jolly also indicated that he had a surprise for us when we were ready to turn in our pass that evening.

Of course Jenny was ecstatic to be getting the royal treatment on her birthday outing. They had the G Force operational again within the hour. Personally, I think I could have done it faster, but I decided not to mention that fact to anyone, as I had bragged enough for one day. Jenny made a beeline to the G Force, and as I expected she wanted to ride in the front row. The young lady sitting next to me was contagiously happy as the joy she was experiencing emulated off her body and onto mine leaving us both with matching grins. I had pointed out to Jenny earlier where high speed cameras would snap your picture during the rides climax, and then try and sell you the photos later. Of course, I used a different word other than climax while giving my explanation. Jenny surprised me when we came to this point, instead of waving into the camera she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek forever sealing that moment in time where my heart and hers bonded into a perfect union. I fell in love with Jenny that day, and when the ride was over I went over and purchased each of us a copy of that photograph.

Since I didn't get Jenny anything for her birthday, because I wasn't aware of when it was, I made a point of buying her various mementoes of our day together. I wanted my friend to have a day she would never forget, and I think I was achieving that very goal. Jenny's mom could never afford to waste money on things like giant stuffed animals and overpriced amusement park food. I made pretty good money working for my uncle and I couldn't think of a better use for it than making Jenny happy. At one point Jenny's mom pulled me aside and said I was going overboard with my spending. After explaining to her my reasoning for it I received a second kiss on the cheek from a beautiful woman that day, this time from her mother.

Mr. Jolly was not lying when he said he had a surprise for us when we turned in the VIP device at the end of our visit. He had upgraded our one day tickets into season passes, allowing us to come back any time during the year for free. We were all tired from our antics at the park, but no one more so than Jenny. It had been an emotional day for her, she fell asleep snuggling up against me on our way home. 

From that day on, my friendship with Jenny intensified. I took to calling her Jen, which was something she wouldn't let anyone else get away with, but seemed to prefer it from me. More of my free time was spent with either me over at her house or Jen here at mine. Although I would never say it out loud, Jen's mom was a much better cook than my own. I ate several meals at her place and thoroughly enjoyed each of them. Since I knew that Jen's mom didn't make much money, I would do odd jobs while I was visiting her and fix anything mechanical they had broken. I figured, I more than made up for what I ate, as I must have saved her thousands of dollars in repair cost throughout the years.

When I was fifteen I talked my parents into allowing me to buy a car. I wouldn't be able to drive it for a whole another year, but this way I could work on fixing it up in anticipation of that glorious moment. I had Jen help, or really in all honesty watch me rebuild the vehicle, while I showered her with dreams of what the two of us could do together once we had our own set of wheels.

As we made the transition into high school Jen developed from a cute little girl into a stunningly beautiful young woman. It was then that she started attracting the attention of some of the assholes that had previously shunned her. Although she did seem to enjoy this new found attention, Jen never encouraged any of their behavior in my presence, and we spoke often about how she was still troubled by the way these guys used to treat her. There were a few heads that turned my way as well, though I suspect that had more to do with my shiny newly rebuilt thunderbird, than it did with my physical attributes. If truth be known, I did develop some well-defined muscles while dealing with heavy equipment at the shop, but I never thought my body was anything special. I always felt that any special attention I received was due to the fact that I was one of the few freshmen to have their own car.

As I grew older life seemed to just get busier, as I was trying to balance my time between high school, working in my uncles shop, my college classes in the summer, and of course Jen. We somehow managed to maintain our relationship even though I never seemed to have the amount of free time that most of my peers enjoyed. Jen knew that I was working towards a future that I hoped someday to share with her.

During my junior year, I ended up selling off my Thunderbird, for a nice profit, and replaced it with a used Ferrari that needed some work. Jen wasn't too thrilled about me having to devote so much time into rebuilding its engine, but the envious looks she received when I drove her to school at the start of our senior year made the effort I put into restoring this beautiful hunk of automotive machinery all seem like a worthy undertaking.

Aside from my lack of free time the only real subject Jen and I constantly disagreed upon was sex. Being a normal horny teenager, I was ready to experience pleasures of the flesh, while Jen had this vision of waiting until prom night. I argued that we had essentially been going together for over eight years, and other kids our age were already doing the deed that weren't half as serious about one another as Jen and I. She explained that her mother, grandmother, and even her great grandmother had all lost their virginities on the night of their senior prom and she was determined to continue the tradition. I suggested that we could do other things that would leave her virginity intact, but the most she would agree upon is letting me fondle her breast through her cloths. As you can imagine, I had quite the case of blue balls most of the time. 

I had been enrolled in junior college courses from the ripe old age of eight, so I had no problem getting larger universities to transfer in my credits. Since Jen and I wanted to attend the same school, we sat down and applied for scholarships from UCLA, our first choice, and the local university, Florida State, here in Florida. Although Jen was an excellent student she didn't quite fair as well as I did when it came to scholarship offers. She ended up not getting an offer from UCLA, but got a full ride from Florida State. I had offers from both schools, and although I'd already decided on attending Florida State, to be with Jen, I still hadn't got around to turning down California.

Senior prom was quickly approaching and I was ready to make it the best, most romantic night of our lives. My tux was rented, my car was tuned up to perfection, and our hotel room was booked. I even planned on giving Jen my great grandmother's engagement ring as a symbol of my undying commitment to her. Everything was going perfectly, until Ford Motor Company requested a meeting with me in Atlanta to discuss some patents that I had sent them earlier in the year. While taking one of my summer classes, I had dreamed up the idea for a more efficient pollution control device that would not only leave cleaner fuel emissions, but would nearly double the average horse power that vehicles were able to achieve from the devices in use at that time. Since my invention adhered more towards the design Ford was using, I sent them copies of my patents in hopes of striking a deal. It seemed that they were finally ready to talk. They wanted to fly me to Atlanta to meet with their top engineers and the vice president of operations for the entire US branch of the corporation. This was an opportunity that I could not afford to pass up. 

The only fly in the ointment, was that they wanted to schedule the meeting the day before our senior prom. I knew Jen would be devastated if I were forced to miss one of the most monumental nights of our life, and attending the prom would probably be a fun event as well. It took some wheeling and dealing, but I managed to secure airline transportation which afforded me the time I needed in Atlanta to complete my talks with Ford representatives and assuring that I would be back in town early enough to go out with Jen.

Since I knew very little about contractual law, my dad suggested that I meet up with an old friend of his from college, who practiced in Atlanta and specialized in that very field. Mr. Carson insisted on tagging along with me to protect my interest, and I was sure glad he did. The guys from Ford were noticeable unhappy that I had brought an attorney to our meeting. The first thing they did was try to downplay my work, suggesting that I overestimated my findings. They should have known better than to try and pull that shit on someone with my mechanical background. I knew the facts and figures I sent them were if anything understated, and I proceeded to tear them apart by proving so. Their next course of action was to try to lowball me with a lousy contract. This is where Mr. Carson's expertise came into play. We bartered for hours, each side threatening to leave multiple times. In the end, we hashed out an agreement that we could all live with. I left with a $750,000 check in my pocket, Mr. Carson's fees covered, and future royalty payments for every vehicle equipped with my new pollution control device. I also had a guaranteed position in the engineering department of Ford's Florida branch pending completion of my Master's degree. Mr. Carson even worked it out where I could keep a portion of the royalties of anything I helped develop while working there in the future.

Life couldn't have been any sweeter. I had just deposited three quarters of a million dollars into my bank account, there was a five figure salaried position waiting for me upon completion of my Master's degree, I had a full ride scholarship from a very prestigious university, and best of all I would be losing my virginity in a few short hours to the girl who sometime in the very near future I intended to make my wife. I was on top of the world, and quite frankly that should have been my first clue that disaster was about to strike. 

I was at the airport anxiously awaiting the arrival of the plane that would be taking me back to Florida, and into the arms of my soon to be lover. The only problem was the damn thing never showed up. Seems it experienced some technical difficulties at its previous location, and was grounded indefinitely until the problems could be resolved. Trying to book another flight was useless, as due to the late arrival of the cancellation announcement all seats were previously filled. With a heavy heart I dialed Jen's number to relay the bad news. To say she was upset would be the understatement of the century. She had reservations about me flying out this close to prom to begin with. I had assured her that everything would work out fine, and now I was going back on my word, and ruining her chances of continuing her family tradition. I tried to explain that this was an unforeseeable circumstance, and it wasn't really my fault, yet she started crying and hung up on me before I got a chance to tell her of my plan to rent a car and drive back home myself. I tried calling her back, but she turned off her ringer on her cell phone, and all I got was her voicemail.

Dealing with the car rental company was another fun filled experience I would have preferred to have avoided. Even though I had a perfect driving record, and a major credit card, the assholes questioned me at every turn due to my age, and the fact that I had planned to travel so far with their precious vehicle. Hell you would think I was trying to rent a Rolls Royce instead of a Toyota Camry for all the crap they put me through. I was finally on the road by 10:30 A.M., and by my calculations I should arrive back home just barely in time to get changed and go pickup Gen for the prom. That was when my tire had blowout. I was able to steer the car safely away from traffic, but when I looked in the trunk for a spare, all I found was a donut. I knew it would not be safe to travel as far as I was planning to go on a sub quality tire, so after changing it I reluctantly turned the car around and headed back to the rental facility for an exchange. 

After arguing with the son of a bitch behind the counter, and then his immediate supervisor, I was finally given a replacement vehicle and 45 minutes later I was once again headed towards home. The delay in my departure time caused me to be stuck in Atlanta's noon rush hour traffic, which pushed back my ETA by over two hours. An accident tie up involving a jackknifed semi and truck taking cows to the slaughter house delayed me even further. By the time I finally made it back into town, the prom had already let out, and most of the people were in the process of leaving. By sheer luck I spotted Jen's mother's car in the school lot and figured she had borrowed it to attend the dance by herself. Finding an empty spot with a clear view of her vehicle, I decided to park and wait for her to come out, in hopes of at least being able to salvage some aspect of our special evening. When the lot was all but cleared out I came to the conclusion that Jen must have hitched a ride to one of the after prom parties with one of her friends. Although I didn't like the fact of her partying without me, I knew that trying to track her down would be a difficult task to accomplish. Since I was tired from driving all day I decided to recline the seat back and take a short nap while I waited for Jen to return. I figured the noise of the vehicle dropping her off would wake me up, and I knew her mom would need her car back by tomorrow, so I didn't suspect that she'd be out too late.

The sound of a car door slamming woke me up sometime in the wee hours of the morning, and I looked up to see Jen stepping out of the passenger side of a vehicle owned by Kyle Wilson. Kyle was known as the school hound. The guy actually kept a queen size air mattress and a battery operated pump in the bed of his pickup truck. He told his parents it was for camping, but he told us guys that it was cheaper than having to rent a motel room. I believed the latter. 

Jen's clothes looked like they had been slept in, but I quickly discovered that wasn't the case when Tim climbed in the bed of his truck and came back with what looked like a very sheer pair of black panties, which he reluctantly handed back to Jen. I saw her bend down and step into them before they briefly kissed and went their separate ways. The word crushed didn't even begin to describe what I was feeling as I was now almost certain that Jen had given virginity to some other guy. The fact that she chose the school sex hound to fornicate with, made her betrayal hurt all the more. I was always taught that a man had to be tough and to suck it up, but in all honesty I cried that night knowing that things between Jenifer and I would never again be the same.

After I had swapped out the rental car for my own, I arrived back home around 5:00 A.M. and crashed. I had a fitful night's sleep as images of Jen and Tony's physical encounter haunted my dreams turning them into vivid nightmares from which there was seemingly no escape, neither in my cognizant state nor my subconscious one. It was after 1:00 P.M. the next afternoon before I finally managed to crawl out of bed. Even though I had literally slept for hours I got very little rest. I checked my missed messages only to see that Jenifer had been trying to contact me for the last three hours. I definitely had no desire to talk to her. After relieving myself in the bathroom, I made my way down stairs to try and get something in my empty stomach. I felt physically ill after witnessing Jenifer's betrayal, so food was completely out of the question. At this point, it was a gamble if I could manage to keep down a lousy cup of coffee.




Here We Go Again!



"Did you and Jenny have a nice time last night," My mother asked?

"I had a lousy night, if you want to know about Jenifer you will have to ask her yourself," I stated a bit bitterly.

"What do you mean? Didn't the two of you go to prom together," She asked?

"No, I didn't make it back from Atlanta in time to attend it," I replied.

"Oh that's terrible! I'll bet Jenny was really upset that the two of you weren't able to go," Mom said.

"You could say that," I told her.

"So I take it you'll be going over to her house to apologize today," Mom teased.

"When hell freezes over," I blurted out.

"What did you say," Mom asked in a shocked tone of voice?

"You heard me! I'll apologize to Jenifer when hell freezes over," I exclaimed!

"What's going on with the two of you," Mom asked?

"I don't want to talk about it, and if she should happen to call here I don't want to talk to her either," I answered in a huff.

I headed back upstairs to get cleaned up before going to the shop. My uncle's rule was he may have a staff full of grease monkeys, but that didn't mean we could dress like slobs. I worked myself into to exhaustion that evening, desperately trying to ascertain a precious few moments out of the day where my mind wasn't plagued by my problems with Jenifer. I reluctantly headed back home that evening only to find her waiting for me in the driveway. Every instinct I had told me to just drive on bye, but I had one nagging question that just needed to be answered before I could completely cut Jenifer out of my life for good. That still didn't mean that I wanted to talk to her though.

"Why are you here Jenifer," I asked in a discussed tone of voice?

"I got your messages," She said.

"Oh you mean the ones I left after you hung up on me," I asked?

"Yeah, did you really drive all the way here in a rented car," She asked?

"Yes," I answered.

"When did you get back," She asked a bit nervously?

"About 11:30 last night. Prom had already let out, but I did see your mother's car parked in the lot, though you weren't anywhere to be found," I replied wanting to see what she would say.

"Oh, I left the dance with a friend," She said hoping I wouldn't question her anymore about her whereabouts.

"Really, would that be the same friend who drove you back to your car this morning, the one who had to crawl in the bed of his pickup truck to retrieve your panties," I asked gruffly?

"Who told you that," she wanted to know?

"Two very reliable sources, my right eye and my left one, they both confirmed that it was you getting out of the passenger side of Kyle Wilson's vehicle around 4:00 A.M. this morning. I guess you were just too busy getting dressed to notice that my rental car was parked just two rows in back of you. We were supposed to give our virginities to each other last night. I still have mine. Can you say the same thing," I challenged?

When she refused to look me in the eye, I had my answer.

"I have just one last question for you Jenifer and you had better not lie to me. Were you a willing participant last night, or did Kyle force you to have sex with him," I wanted to know?

"I was a little drunk, but no he didn't force me. I am so sorry Matt! I honestly never meant for any of this to happen," She exclaimed through the tears in her eyes!

"Go home Jenifer. There is nothing here for you anymore," I said as I walked past her into the house locking the door behind me.

I went upstairs to bed, leaving Jenifer sobbing on the front step. It wasn't 10 minutes later that my mother burst into my room demanding to know what I had done to Jenny. I told her we had broken up, and that I was refusing to discuss the reason why. Of course we argued about it for several minutes, before I said that I was very tired and needed to get some sleep.

"Alright, but we are going to talk about this in the morning," My mother warned.

"No mom, we won't," I said leaving no doubt in her mind that I meant what I was saying.

Since I was convinced that Jenifer was no longer a part of my future, I wasn't tied down to attending Florida State, so the next morning I made a call the call to the dean of admissions at UCLA, to inform them that I was graciously accepting their offer of a full scholarship. I mentioned my desire about attending summer classes as well, and we worked out a deal where I would be leaving for California the day after my graduation ceremony. I figured that my only chance of getting over Jenifer was if I wasn't seeing her on a daily basis and by attending UCLA I knew that wouldn't be happening. I hated the thought of leaving my job in my uncle's shop, but this is the university that I originally wanted to attend, and the only reason I was willing to apply to Florida State was because of Jenifer.

My parents always loved Jenny, and since I didn't want to tarnish their opinion of her by revealing the cause of our breakup, it was I who became the bad guy. Mom pushed relentlessly trying to get me to discuss my problems with Jenifer, and it wasn't until I threatened to leave for California early and miss graduation that she relented and backed off. I'm sure she could tell from my expression that I would have done it. At school I avoided Jenifer, but stalked Kyle. That asshole was going to pay. I had no delusions about Jenifer being the one who really betrayed me, but Kyle knew she was my girl, and he still went after her choosing to prey on a weak moment. I was not about to let him off the hook for it.

Through a bit of eavesdropping, I learned that his favorite spot to take a date was lookout ridge. It was a secluded area at the top of a rather steep incline overlooking the ocean. He boasted that the romantic setting was the perfect aphrodisiac to ensure a night of love making. I found out that Kyle had a hot date scheduled for Friday night, and unsurprisingly, it too was with another guy's girlfriend. Having a vague idea of what I was planning to do, I borrowed one of the cars we were working on in the shop and drove it out to rendezvous point, with my bag of accessories on the seat next to me. By the time I had arrived the action had already begun. Kyle's truck had a topper on it with closable curtains so that he could prevent people from spying on him and his lady friends. Unfortunately, for him, this also prevented being able to see out the windows as well. Donning a pair of work gloves I crept up to the driver's side of his vehicle and as carefully as I could put his stick shift truck into neutral. Next I released the parking brake and with all my might pushed the truck forward until it started to roll down the hill towards the water rapidly gaining momentum along the way.

By the time they realized the truck was moving it was too late to prevent it's collision with the water. Of course not wanting anyone's death on my conscience I stuck around to make sure they both escaped the truck before quietly returning to my borrowed vehicle and heading back to the shop. On my way back I took a tracfone I had recently purchased and used it to text the number of a cop I knew would be on duty that night. All of the police in our area took their cars to my uncle's shop for repair therefore I was friends with and had the personal numbers of nearly everyone on the force. By texting from a prepaid tracfone I could pretend to be a disgruntled senior citizen who discovered teenagers skinny-dipping in a restricted area. The only downside to my plan was that I wouldn't be able to watch as the police confronted Kyle and his lady friend. That would have been a far too risky venture to attempt. 

My plan turned out better than I could have possibly imagined, as Kyle's parents had heard rumors flying about his rolling motel. He assured them this was just a joke made up by one of the guys at school and had no merit. After they had to bring a fresh set of cloths to the police station and having to face the angry parents of the girl he was with, Kyle's Mom and Dad no longer had any doubt as to the validity of the rumor they had heard. Since there was no proof to the contrary, the entire incident was ruled an accident; therefore, the insurance company did pay up, but Kyle's parents refused to replace his rolling motel, forcing him to break his old bicycle out of storage. No one including Kyle even remotely suspected that I had anything to do with his misfortune, but the look Jenifer gave me the following day at school told me that she knew I was the one responsible.

Graduation day was not how I had pictured it to be as I no longer felt like I had anything to celebrate. I forced my parents into downgrading the party they had planned to a quiet family dinner at home. Jenifer came up and wished me good luck. I returned the sediment, but when she went to hug me I refused causing her to run out of the room crying. Since neither Jenifer nor I had revealed what caused our breakup to anyone, I was again looked upon as the bad guy, because I refused to let Jenifer touch me. This put an even bigger damper on what was supposed to be one of the most memorable days of my life.

I settled into my new life in California and although I still suffered from a heavy heart, the workload allowed me to focus on something other than my failed love life. I was for the first time starting to make friends with people my own age, other than Jenifer, and although it wasn't the same as having a girlfriend it was still a welcome change from what I previously experienced. One afternoon I was returning to my dorm room and stopped to knock because I suspected my friend Kelly might be in there changing. Kelly liked to dress in a certain manner that really wasn't appropriate attire for the classroom. No one in our group had a problem with her clothing of preference, but since her dorm room was on the other side of campus and we had all planned on going out that evening I offered to let her store a bag of clothes in my room so she wouldn't have to go back to hers to change. What I found waiting for me upon entering my dorm room was Kelly alongside my very angry looking mother. 

"Mom, what are you doing here," I asked shocked that she had come all this way just to see me without giving me any advance warning of her arrival?

"I need to talk to you, in private if you don't mind," She said glaring at Kelly.

"Kelly, it looks like something has come up. Please give my regards to the rest of our group," I said.

"Sure thing Hun, if you get done early you know where to meet us. Good luck," she said slapping me on the ass as she walked by. 

"It was nice meeting you Mom, I hope to see you again sometime," Kelly smirked as she left the room.

"Is that what you gave up Jenny for, a common floozy," Mom asked?

"Kelly is not a floozy. I admit she dresses provocatively and she is a hopeless flirt, but so is her life partner Linda. They both love to tease and shock people, but they are very devoted to one another, and would never cheat on each other," I told her.

"You mean that girl is a," She couldn't finish her sentence.

"Yes, Mom she is a lesbian. I am not concerned about her sexual preference, only that Kelly and her partner Linda have both become very good friends of mine while I have been here," I said.

"Is that why she was getting dressed in your room when I got here," Mom asked?

"Kelly's dorm room is all the way across campus. She always dresses more conservatively for class, and I told her she could change in here because we were all planning on going out tonight," I explained.

"And just how many times have you been out with them," My mother questioned?

"A few," I admitted.

"Did you come all this way to grill me on my relationship with Kelly and Linda," I asked growing tired of these unspoken accusations?

"No, actually I came to talk about Jenny," Mom answered.

"Mom can't you give it a rest? Jenny and I are over. You need to learn to accept that," I told her.

"Jenny's pregnant," Mom blurted out.

"Wow," I exclaimed as the reality of the situation came back to take another stab at my already broken heart!

"Wow is right. I came here to find out what you plan to do about it", She asked?

"What do you want me to do Mom, send her a card saying congratulations on getting knock-up," I asked hastily?

The sound of a slap echoed through the room like a bullet as the palm of her hand made direct contact with my face.

"I thought I raised you to take responsibility for your actions," She yelled.

At this point I was so pissed that I didn't think about what I was saying before I spoke.

"I would like to know how in the hell Jenifer being pregnant by some other guy is in any way my responsibility," I asked before I could stop myself?

"What do you mean it's some other guy's kid? The two of you have been going together since you were eight," Mom reminded me.

"Did Jenifer tell you it was my child," I asked?

"No, she went to stay with her aunt and her mother found a positive pregnancy test in her garbage can while she was cleaning. She immediately called me, and I booked the first flight here," My mom explained.

Knowing that the cat was already out of the bag, I decided to just come clean with mom about everything.

"The reason Jenifer and I broke up is because I caught her cheating on me," I said.

"Jenny is seeing someone else? I don't believe it," She told me.

"I didn't either until I saw her step out of another guy's truck and bend over to put on her panties on," I explained.

We stood there in silence for a few minutes, Mom obviously floored at what I just revealed to her. Finally after starting to regain her composure she asked, "Isn't there any possibility that the child might be yours?"

"No mom, there isn't," I answered with a glum expression.

"How can you be so sure? Birth control isn't 100% effective you know," She reminded me.

"Birth control might not be, but abstinence is," I replied.

"What are you talking about? You and Jenny have been going together for years. Are you trying to tell me that you have never," She started to ask?

"Done it," I said finishing her sentence. "No Mom, believe it or not we haven't. Jennifer had this weird hang-up about waiting until prom night to give each other our virginities. I guess it is some tradition in her family. I had everything all set to make love to her that evening, but my plane was cancelled. Not wanting to miss my big night I rented a car and tried to drive straight through. My tire had a blowout, and the only spare available was a donut. To make a long story short it took forever to get a different vehicle and then get back on the road. With all the traffic delays I hit, I ended up not reaching the prom until after it was already over. I saw Karen's car parked in the lot and all I could think to do was wait for Jenny to come back for it. I sat there for hours until I saw Kyle Wilson's truck pull up and Jenifer got out of the passenger side. They talked for a few minutes and then I watched Kyle crawl in the bed of his truck to retrieve a pair of panties, which Jenifer proceeded to step into. Now she's pregnant, and I am still a damn virgin. I will tell you this much, I don't plan on staying that way for very long. I won't be stupid and get some girl pregnant, but I will not go on pining over Jenifer, while she's having another man's kid," I said as my emotions started to overtake me.

"I don't know what to say," Mom admitted.

"Look, I chose not to tell anyone, because I didn't want to soil Jenifer's reputation. I don't want to hurt her, but I can't have people going around thinking I've abandon my own child," I said.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I think you have the answers you came for. I am going to go see if I can find something to put on my face, and try to catch up with my friends," I said emotionally drained from discussing my situation with Jenifer.

"I'm sorry that I hit you son," Mom said with a tear streaming down her face.

"I know mom, and I'm not really mad at you. It's just this whole damn situation just continues to get worse," I said as I went over and hugged my mother.

"I probably would have come to the same conclusion that you did under the circumstances," I admitted.

"Mom, what am I going to do about Karen? I know she blames me for causing this mess. I think when confronted that Jenifer will admit the truth, but I don't want her thinking that the baby is mine," I told her.

"Why don't we let Jenny and her mother talk this out and then I will call Karen afterwards and have a chat with her on your behalf? I'm sure once she hears the truth she will be able to understand why you felt you had to leave," Mom said.

So that's how we left it. I continued to advance in my classes and tried to get on with my life. I dated and of course lost my virginity, but I never found the special connection I once shared with a little girl who stole my heart that day at the amusement park. I decided to quit trying to find a connection with these women and concentrate my efforts on getting laid. If truth be known I wasn't ending up much better than Kyle Wilson, though I never knowingly dated anyone who I knew was already in a committed relationship. By the time I had completed my Master's Degree I had bedded half a dozen women multiple times and I was no happier then when I first came to UCLA. 

Mom, Dad, and even my Uncle Jake flew to California to watch me graduate. It was agreed that I would temporarily be moving back home as my new position was now waiting for me at Ford. They had implemented my patents which were now beginning to generate a rather large sum of money. Best of all, I had some updated ideas that I couldn't wait to get started on. The only reservation I had about moving back to Florida was that I was scared of bumping into Jenny again. I had heard through Mom that she decided to stay in the area and raise her son with the help of her mother. I never kept track of Kyle, and couldn't tell you if he was alive or dead. 

I had been working at Ford for about a month, when I was introduced to a very outgoing and quite attractive young woman by the name of Debra Brown. She was a recent engineering graduate, like me; only she was a bit older than I since she had gone back to school to get her degree. Debbie was a powerhouse and not afraid to take on even the president of the company in a debate, if she thought she was right. She and I first locked heads over some of my new designs and we were still arguing an hour after everyone else had left for the day. The woman drove me completely insane, but I had to respect her, as some of her suggestions actually had merit. 

Cheese Pie had been my favorite pizzeria from as far back as I can remember. I craved the place when I was living in California and now that I was back home again; I was going to indulge. After stuffing my face with some of the tastiest creations I have had in years, I was coming out the door when I noticed a woman struggling with a basket full of cloths at the laundry mat next door. It was Carol. I rushed over to give her a hand and she thanked me profusely as we loaded her car, the same one she had before I left, with freshly washed clothes.

"It's so great to see you again Matt! How long have you been back in town," She asked?

"I've been home just over a month now. I graduated with my masters in engineering and already had a job lined up at Ford. How are you doing Ms. Stapleton and why are you lugging clothes to the laundry mat instead of washing them at home," I asked curiously?

"Matt, it was one thing for you to call me Ms. Stapleton when you were eight, but now it just makes me feel old. Please call me Karen. As for your questions, I'm doing fine, though it is a little hectic at home. Jenny and her son William are living with me and having a 5 year old running around the house can sure keep you hopping. I am at the laundry mat on a Saturday afternoon because the dryer is not heating properly and we haven't been able to get it fixed yet. I wash the clothes at home and bring them here to dry," She explained.




Here We Go Again!



"That must create quite a hassle for you. How long has it been broken," I asked?

"It's been down for about three weeks now. We have been meaning to get it fixed, but Jenny's job at the restaurant is only part time and money has been a little tight lately," she confessed a bit red faced.

"I could always stop over and take a look at it," I volunteered, not really sure why I was doing it.

"That's sweat of you to offer, but I like I said I can't really afford a repair man right now," She reminded me.

"Now come on Karen, when have I ever charged you for anything except parts when I worked on something of yours," I asked?

"It was one thing to have you helping us out when you and Jenny were dating. Now it would feel like we were taking advantage of you," She argued.

"That's just plain silly. You have always been like a second mother to me. Just because I am no longer dating your daughter, doesn't mean I don't still care about you," I protested.

"I still feel like we'd be using you," She exclaimed.

"Is that really the reason, or are you still mad about what happened between me and Jenny," I asked looking her straight in the eye?

"Oh heavens no, I admit I was upset with you at first, but when Jenny explained what really happened, then it was her I was mad at. I must confess that I did express to her many times my concerns about the two of you being so exclusive from such an early age, but I never thought that she would go out and sleep with another guy while you were still dating," She explained to me.

"Well that's basically water under the bridge now. When would be the best time for me to work on your dryer, with the least amount of people underfoot," I asked?

"Are you asking when you could drop by that Jenny won't be there," She questioned.

"Yes. I'm sorry Karen. I want to help you out, but I am just not ready to face Jenifer yet," I replied honestly.

"She would really love to see you," Karen told me.

"There is a part of me that is dying to see her again too, but it's the other side of me that I'm concerned about, I said.

"Jenny leaves for work at 2:00 P.M. this afternoon. You could drop by any time after that, but I must warn you I will be babysitting. Is having William there going to be a problem for you," She asked?

"Not as long as you keep him away from me while I'm working so he doesn't get hurt," I told her.

Pulling up to Jenny's mother's house was like going back in time. I started to get flashbacks of happier moments the two of us shared. When I arrived in California I was lost without Jenny. It took a lot of prodding from Kelly and Linda before I finally broke down and told them my story. For some reason, I found it very easy to confide in them. I guess it was the fact that I felt safe. They were both hopeless flirts, but I knew that would be as far as it went. Maybe because they were lesbians, I didn't feel I had to act all macho, like I did with the guys, or worry about sending out the wrong signals, like I do when I am with heterosexual women. I could just be myself among them, without feeling like I was being judged for doing it. I think that made all the difference.

After ringing the bell, I waited at the door with my toolbox in hand for someone to answer. Karen appeared moments later with a little blond 5 year old boy in toe that reminded me so much of his mother I actually got misty eyed for a moment. During our introduction I stooped down on my knee so that I was height level with William before offering my hand for him to shake. This seemed to put the little tyke at ease, as he bombarded me with a million questions about who I was and I why I was there. 

It took me no time to diagnose the problem and I called a local parts store I knew to see if they had what I needed on hand. As luck would have it they did, so I set out to do a quick parts run, returning a short time later with the items I needed to get their dryer back up and running properly again. By the time I got back Karen had already started preparing supper. She asked me if I would like to join them, but being still full from overindulging at lunch I begged off. She understood, saying that they were only having hot dogs and mac & cheese anyway. She told me that if she knew in advance that I might be stopping by; she would have planned a much better meal. She did say that Will had requested this particular menu.

I had just finished replacing the defective part and was starting to put the dryer back together when I heard some type of commotion coming from the kitchen; a few seconds later, Karen was screaming for help. I dropped what I was doing and raced to the kitchen only to find a little boy desperately gasping for breath and not being able to find any.

"Matt he's choking! I tried slapping him on the back, but it didn't help," She exclaimed in a panic!

I quickly grabbed Will from behind and placed my hands over his abdomen like they showed us in the health class I had taken. Telling him to relax I pressed my hands together and jerked his body upward in an effort to dislodge the food stuck in his throat. I had to repeat the procedure three times, squeezing his body harder and harder before he spit up the half eaten hot dog and began to cry. Now that I knew he was breathing again I started to worry that I had accidentally hurt him by pressing too hard. I insisted on taking him to the hospital to be checked out, even offering to pay for it myself since I felt responsible.

"Matt, Will's healthcare is covered by the state, but I think you're right, we need to get him checked out, to make sure nothing is broken or that his esophagus didn't get damaged while he was choking," She replied.

The thought of something being broken had me physically ill. I would never intentionally hurt William, and I just hoped Jenny would believe that. Karen wanted me to drive as she was still too shaken up over what had happened. We took her car, as it already had Will's child seat in it. Although I did make it to the hospital safely I wouldn't say that I complied with the posted speed limits while doing it. I immediately rushed in to the ER acting like a crazed fool bellowing for assistance. Because William was a child he was given preferred treatment over some of the other patients. We tried to assure him that everything was going to be ok, but of course being young and scared the little guy wanted his mommy. Karen had talked to Jenny on the phone and told me that she was going to have one of her friends drop her off at the hospital. She still couldn't afford a car of her own.

I was a nervous wreck with the thought of seeing Jenny again, but I wasn't about to leave the hospital without knowing if Will was going to be alright, so I just sucked it up and hoped for the best. Karen and I were in the examination room with Will when Jenny arrived.

"Mommy; Will said happy to see her!

"Hi honey, how are you feeling," She asked while hugging him gently enough to ensure that he wasn't hurt in the process.

"My chest hurts a little, and my throat is sore too," He complained.

Just then the doctor came into the room with a set of x-rays in his hand.

"Well folks I have some good news. It seems little William here is free to go," He told us.

"So is he going to be alright doc," Both Jenny and I asked in unison?

"Yes," he replied chuckling at our uniformity. His ribs will be a bit sore for a few days, and his throat is a little swollen, but that's to be expected. It was a lucky thing you were there son, because the ex-rays showed that the blockage was pretty far down in his throat and someone not quite as strong may not have been able to pry it loose. Tell me, who taught you the Heimlich maneuver," The doctor asked?

"I learned it in my health class at UCLA," I replied.

"Well I don't know what you do for a living, but you would make one fine paramedic. I don't think I could have done a better job myself," The doctor apprised me.

"Without warning, Jenny turned and threw her arms around me burying her head in my chest. Through her sobs, I could barely make out the words "Thank you for saving my son," She wept.

My body must have been operating on autopilot as I seemed to have no control over my arms as they reached for her, my head lowering to place a soothing kiss upon her hair in a gesture of reassurance that everything was going to be OK.

After all the paperwork was filed, the three of us were heading back to their house when I suddenly got an idea. I asked if they would mind if I stopped off at the convenient store on the way back to pick up something I needed. Of course, neither one of them had a problem with this, so I dashed into the shop and came back a few minutes later with all the ingredients I would need to create a special treat.

"What did you buy Uncle Matt," Will asked?

"Will honey, it's not nice to ask people what they bought," Jen said.

"No that's alright Will, I just had to go pick up your medicine," I told him with as serious look.

"Medicine, He replied with a scrunched up face.

"That's right, the doctor said that since your throat was a bit swollen you should put something soft and cold on it, so I bought all the makings for my world famous milkshakes. You did say that chocolate was your favorite flavor right," I asked smiling?

"Oh boy thank you Uncle Matt," He replied happily.

"You're welcome kiddo," I said. "How about the rest of you, chocolate shakes all around," I asked?

After receiving favorable replies from Jenny and her mother, I went about making a pitcher of frothy ice cold milk shakes that were very smooth on the throat. After the mess was cleaned up I excused myself to finish working on their dryer. I wasn't overly happy, but not exactly surprised when Jenny appeared at the door.

"Do you mind some company," She asked?

"Actually I'm just finishing up here," I replied.

"Do you have to rush off right away, or could you stay and talk for a while," Jenny wanted to know?

"Well I really should be going," I said.

"I understand. When I heard you were back in town, I wanted to stop over to see you, but didn't think I would be welcome. The fact that you came over to fix my mom's dryer when you knew I wouldn't be home tells me I was right," She said with a shaky voice.

"What do you expect me to say Jenifer? Part of me feels I should wrap my arms around you and hold you forever. Another part says I need to get in my car and drive all the way back to California, just to get away from you. The rational side of my head tells me I can't do either, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to," I tried to explain.

"I know what you mean about mixed feelings. I've waited six years for a chance to talk with you again, and now that you're here I don't know what to say. The words sorry and that I missed you seem so inadequate, yet they are the only ones that come to mind," Jenny admitted.

"Maybe it's best if we didn't say anything," I suggested.

"We tried that for six years. Do you feel any better," She asked?

"I thought maybe I did, a little anyway, then I saw you standing in the doorway, and all those damn memories came floating back," I said.

"Not all of them were bad though, we did have some good times, right," She asked me tears streaming down her face?

"Most of them were good and they are the ones that haunt me the most," I told her.

"I know we can never go back to the way things were, but do you think there is any way we could at least be friends again? I've missed you so much Mathew," She pleaded.

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea Jenifer. Don't you think it would be better to try and forget about each other and work towards moving on with our lives," I asked?

"We have been friends since we were eight Mathew. How do you expect us to forget over ten years' worth of memories," She asked?

"I don't know Jenny. I don't have any answers, only questions. I've missed you too. I want to be friends again just as much as you do, but is that really fair for either one of us? We both know we want more from each other than just mere friendship. Right now that can't happen and I am not sure that it ever will," I said.

"Can't we at least try Mathew? We're not the same people we were six years ago. We've done a lot of growing up since then. Say that you'll give us a chance to get to know one another again? Please," She begged.

Alright Jenifer, you win. We will take the time to get to know each other again, but only if we start as friends first. That means no kissing, or hand holding, or telling one another I love you. We will not be mutually exclusive, nor will we be spending all of our free time together. Since I'm afraid to be alone with you for long periods of time, whenever we go out we will be taking someone else with us. As friends we will not have any secrets about dating. If we begin seeing someone else, we tell each other about it. If we bed another person, we tell each other that too. I don't care how much it hurts; I am not going through what I did six years ago," I stated firmly.

"I can agree to all of your terms, but I won't promise not to get jealous if you began dating someone else," She told me honestly.

"Neither one of us can control our feelings Jenifer, just keeping our actions in check will be difficult enough," I said. 

When I left Karen's house that night I didn't know whether to jump for joy, or kick myself in the ass. Trust was a big issue with me, and Jenny did more than merely break it, she shattered the damn thing. I loved her once, and if truth be known still did, but could I ever learn to trust her again. I guess time will tell.

Jenny and I started getting together every few weekends. Most of the time, we would take William to either the zoo or the park. Sometimes we would go out to dinner, usually at McDonalds, at other times Jenny would cook something for us at their place. Karen would join us once in a while, but she had started dating some guy in town. She wouldn't tell us who it was, but said when the time was right all would be revealed. 

I really enjoyed being employed by Ford. The work was challenging, and I felt respected by most of my colleagues. The one problem was Debbie. After we initially butted heads she became impossible to read. One day she would be as sweat as sugar, complementing me on my ideas, and praising my work. The next day she was a bear saying that I needed to grow up, and concentrate more on my future. I didn't know what her problem was, but needless to say I wasn't overly thrilled when my boss decided to send the both of us to California to meet with the governor. Due to their smog problem, the state government had become very interested in our advancements in energy emissions. Since I had developed most of these products, and was a graduate of UCLA, it seemed only fitting that I be chosen to represent Ford during these talks. If the governor was impressed enough with our pollution control devices, he may be persuaded to initiate provisions that would give government subsidies to anyone buying a new Ford vehicle. This represented billions of dollars for Ford, and since I still received royalties off of every vehicle sold with these devices attached, I'd be making quite a chunk of change from it myself.

I completely understood my involvement with this deal, but I questioned my boss as to why he thought it necessary to pair me with Debbie.

"Matt, you are a smart guy, and I need you there to answer any technical question the governor or his staff may have. Debra is more outgoing, even flirtatious at times. Sending one of you without the other would be a mistake. The both of you working together might just land us this deal. I have already talked to Debra, and she has agreed to put aside any petty bickering so that the two of you can provide a united front in this matter," My boss said.

My relationship with Jenny had been slowly progressing to the point where we had talked through a great deal of our issues. We still weren't going out as a couple, but my anger over her cheating on me in high school had cooled considerably, and I no longer felt uncomfortable being around her. We discussed my trip, and the fact that I would be traveling with Debbie. 

"Matt, I know we are not officially dating, and we both are free to see other people. I told you that I would always be honest about my feelings, so here goes. I don't like the idea of you spending three days in some motel in California with another woman," She admitted.

"I'm not too crazy about the idea either, but this deal could mean big bucks for the company and maybe even financial security for me. I have to go," I told her.

"I know, but I still don't like it," She said.

"I told you that we can't always help how we feel, just so long as we control what we do about it," I reminded her.

Ford spared no expense in putting us up in a very swanky motel. We met with not only the governor, but the states senate and house representatives. In the end, the deal was a go. Debbie was brilliant. I never saw a woman work a room with such ease. She reflected style and elegance and had all the men she encountered practically eating out of her hand. The word sexy didn't even begin to describe it. 

"I can't believe we pulled that off," She said to me as we sat across the table from one another enjoying our victory night cap.

"I know you were brilliant back there," I told her.

"Hell, most of that stuff was your idea," She reminded me.

"True, but you were damn good at selling it," I replied.

"We make a pretty good team Matt. Why don't you order us up a bottle of this stuff, and we take this little celebration back upstairs. Your room or mine," She asked?

"Both," I said.

"Oh how kinky. You want to christen each of our beds then," She wanted to know?

"No Debbie, what I meant is that you go to your room, and I'll go to mine," I said.

"Why, are you seeing someone else," She asked?

"Not officially," I answered.

"What does that mean," She wanted to know.

So I gave Debbie a brief overview of my relationship with Jenny, leaving out the reason why we initially broke up.

"So you are not sleeping with her and neither of you are mutually exclusive with the other," She asked?

"That's right," I told her.

"What's the problem then," She wanted to know?

"I don't date people I work with," I explained.

"As long as one of us isn't over another Ford doesn't have any rules against it," She argued.

"It's a personal decision," I told her.

"Well break it. Matt we are good together. We both have the potential to take our careers all the way to the top. You have way too much talent to get tied down to a domestic and get roped into playing daddy to some woman's kid. Hell it sounds like she is not even giving you any in the bedroom. A man needs more than that. Come upstairs with me and I will make you forget all about little miss homemaker," She offered.

The scariest thing is if I would have had a few more drinks in me I probably would have taken Debbie up on her offer. As it was, it took every ounce of my willpower to deny her charms. I could now understand more clearly how easy it was for Jenny to have fallen prey to a guy like Kyle. He was charming, persuasive, and knew how to push all of the right buttons. Had I not lived through the pain of Jenny's little one night stand, I would have probably set a new speed record for the fastest two people ever got from the bar in that hotel up to the bed room. 

The managerial team at Ford was thrilled with the success an unofficially deemed us the golden couple. I knew that this status would probably lead to more overnight travels with Debbie in the future, as I'm sure the company would want to capitalize on our methods of success. I got together with Jenny a few days after I returned home and she seemed rather nervous when I asked to talk with her in private. I told Jenny about the success of our trip and then the part of how Debbie tried to seduce me.




Here We Go Again!



"Did you sleep with her," Jenny asked her lip quivering with emotion?

"I admitted that I was tempted and in the end it was a struggle to resist. Debbie was right in one aspect though. I do need more than I have been getting from our relationship," I said.

"So you want to break up with me and start dating her," She asked as tears came to her eyes?

"No I want to start dating you," I told her with a grin on my face.

"You mean it," Jenny asked as she threw her arms around me and cried?

"Yes Jenifer I do. I'm still not ready for us to have sex just yet, but I want to start going out as a couple. I want to hold you and caress you and show the world that we belong to each other. This would mean that we are monogamous with each other. Can you handle being my girl exclusively," I asked?

"I have been your girl exclusively since you agreed on us being friends again. This does mean we can kiss now, right," She asked?

"Honey you damn right it does," I said imitating our first of many passionate embraces for that evening alone.

The deal with California brought other populated states with pollution control problems to follow suite. Of course in the wake of our previous success the golden couple was always chosen to travel together to hash out these deals. In the office Debbie was fairly tame. On the road; however, she was practically a barracuda, trying anything imaginable to get me to succumb to her womanly whiles. We got back from completing our third major deal and once again I was able to resist sleeping with Debbie, though just barely. I think I had become an obsession with her. She was certain we would make the perfect power couple and she was determined to convince me of it as well.

My date with Jenny, that next Saturday night was somewhat of a mystery. She said she had a surprise for me, and I thought I had a vague idea of what it was. I must admit I was not expecting what I found when I arrived at her mother's place to pick her up. Jenny answered the door wearing a baby blue evening gown that was quite elegant and fit her frame to a tee. She looked gorgeous.

"You look amazing Jenifer, what's the occasion," I asked with a lump in both my throat and my pants.

"Why it's our senior prom silly. Your tux is in the bedroom. Now go get cleaned up. We have reservations at the chateau for dinner in an hour, and the dance starts at 9:00," She told me.

"What's going on Jenny," I asked?

"Honey, seven years ago today should have been one of the happiest night of our lives, instead it turned out to be a disaster. I want to try again. I have reservations for a nice meal, we can go out dancing later at one of the clubs and if you feel up to it I even rented the same room number you booked seven years ago that we were never able to use," She told me.

"Baby, no matter how much we want to, nobody can relive the past," I said.

"I don't want to relive the past sweetheart. I hate even thinking about that awful night. What I want to do is give us a chance to live the evening we should have had, before your plane was canceled and my stupidity fucked it up. Please Matt honey do this for me. Do this for us," she begged.

I knew that Jenny had spent a lot of time, effort, and most of all money she couldn't really afford to make this night possible, so I was not about to disappoint her by refusing to go. Since I had already showered before I arrived, it didn't take long to change into my monkey suit and for us to be on our way. Jenny had packed an overnight bag with some of the essentials we would need for our little excursion back in time. I took note that she had included a big box of condoms in our luggage. I had come to the conclusion months ago that I still truly loved Jenny and despite everything that happened I always had. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint her, but every time I considered making love with Jenny something was holding me back. For the life of me though I just couldn't place my finger on what the problem was.

Because of the way we were dressed Jenny and I attracted quite a bit of attention that night. The places we visited were nice, but they weren't Tuxedo and prom dress nice. To save time Jenny and I just told whoever was bold enough to ask that we had just come from a wedding. Dinner was superb, although Jenny and I argued about who was going to pay when the bill came. In the end she won out, but relented enough to let me leave the tip. I knew I would have to find some way to pay her back for this evening. I could afford something like this, but I knew she really could not.

After leaving the restaurant, we ended up at a Floridian hot spot called the Right Foot. We really were having a great time, when I looked up to see a group of women most of which I'd never seen before being seated at a large table next to ours. One of the ladies present looked all too familiar, as it was none other than Debbie Brown. Of course being dressed as we were, there was no way she didn't notice us.

"Hello, may I cut in," Debbie asked?

"Not tonight Debbie," I said rather annoyed. "I'm here with my girlfriend," I told her bluntly.

"You look really nice Matt. If you don't mind me asking, what's the occasion," She wanted to know?

"We just came from a friend's wedding," I said.

"Oh how romantic, I'll bet the two of you don't get to play dress up too often," She said directing her remark towards Jenny.

"Matt aren't you going to be a gentleman and introduce us," Debbie asked?

"Debra Brown this is my girlfriend Jenny Stapleton. Jenny this is Debbie Brown. She works at Ford with me.," I said becoming more upset by the minute.

"Oh Matt don't be so modest. We do more than just work there dear. At Ford we're known as the golden couple. We travel all over the US together, just the two of us wooing customers, and bringing in those multimillion dollar deals, isn't that right Matt honey," She purred.

"You do all the wooing Debra, I'm just the nerd they send to explain the technical stuff," I said. "Now if you will excuse us, Jenny and I need to get back to our date," I said in an effort to get away from Debbie.

"Is she always that bad," Jenny asked me while we were dancing?

"No usually she is worse. She seems to have developed some sort of obsession with me," I said.

"She is a very beautiful woman," Jenny noted.

"On the outside I will agree with you, but you just witnessed what she's really like on the inside. The more I'm around her the least I want to be," I admitted.

I excused myself to use the restroom and when I came back both girls were in such a heated conversation, that neither one of them noticed my return. 

"Face it girlfriend, you are just not in the same league as people like us. Matt is not cut out to be a domestic. He is special and you my dear are holding him back. If you care for him at all, break it off tonight, and save yourself the anguish of losing him later, when he finally gets tired of playing daddy, and wants a real woman in his bed," Debbie sneered.

'I may not be able to compete with you in looks and I have no doubt that you are great in the bed room, as you obviously have had plenty of practice, but I wasn't short changed in life. God gave me a gift that you simply don't have, the ability to love. I love Matt. I would lay down my life for him. Those aren't just words; they are what I know in my heart to be true. I have no doubt what so ever that Matt would do the same for me or my son. Until you have experienced that type of devotion you will never truly understand what's really important in life. One day, during a weak moment, Matt may succumb to a person such as you, I know it can happen. If it does, yes I would be devastated, but nothing would really change. A love like ours can't be destroyed because of a stupid mistake. So lady you can have your fancy college degree, and your jet set lifestyle, but when it comes to Matt you'll have a fight on your hands, because quite frankly bitch you're the one that's not good enough for him," Jenny said. 

I couldn't believe the conversation I just overheard. I knew Debbie was relentless in getting what she wanted, but I never thought she would talk that way to Jenny. I was about to rip into her when Jen started to speak. I was amazed. She was willing to fight for me. Jen never backed down. I hung on every word she spoke, each syllable burying itself deep within my heart. I didn't have to wonder if she was telling the truth. I was certain of it. I knew because she had just described the very same feelings I held for her. Until that moment I wasn't sure what it was that was holding me back from making love to Jen. Now I knew. After what happened, I was never truly convinced that Jenny had the same degree of feelings for me that I always did for her. With that issue no longer in question, I was now finally free to open my heart to the one person I knew would cherish it for as long as time would allow.

"Are you ready to go Jen? I believe our room is waiting for us," I said wrapping my arm around her waist.

"Yes I do believe I am, wait, what did you call me," she asked in wonderment?

"I called you what I have always call you. You're my Jen, and you always will be," I stated sincerely. 

"But you haven't called me that," She started to say.

"For far too long," I finished.

Jen and I couldn't make it to the hotel fast enough. Years of sexual frustration was released that night in a storm of ecstasy which overshadowed any and all previous attempts at lovemaking that either of us ever shared with any of our former partners. I admit I have dated more experienced women, but nothing can compare to the type of intimacy which can be achieved when a couple's souls are truly connected. Jen and I had discussed our previous lovers before reaching this point in our relationship. I learned the details of what finally became of Kyle soon after I was back in town. It seemed his little midnight swim in the ocean, the one which I had arranged on his behalf before I left for California, didn't detour him from continuing to seek out already attached women. Kyle's demise came in the form of an jealous husband, who unexpectedly returned home early one evening only to find Kyle in bed with his wife. Rumor has it that the guy went insane and beat Kyle so badly that they couldn't even have an open face casket at his funeral. I heard that the woman's husband pleaded temporary insanity and is now serving a five year stint in the state mental ward. Aside from Kyle, whom she swears was nothing more than a one night stand; she had dated one other guy by the name of Eric for about four months. Eric was kind to her at a time when she really needed a friend and their relationship eventually evolved into a sexual one. Eric wasn't overly thrilled with the fact that she had a son and she thinks that may have been one of the reasons they broke it off. Jen admits to being somewhat depressed when their affair ended, but not overly destroyed by it, as her feelings for Eric never materialized into the type of bond we always shared.

I could relate to how she felt. I'd bedded a half a dozen women since breaking up with Jen. Most of them were party fucks where we did nothing more than use each other's bodies as a means of getting off. There was one woman; however, that I ended up dating for about two months. Doris was a really good person and probably would have made a fine wife, for someone else. We weren't a bad couple and had I not already given my heart to Jen I may have considered making our relationship a more permanent one. In the end, we decided it was best to just be friends.

The only thing stopping me from proposing to Jen that evening was the fact that I lacked the necessary provisions to properly make the request. Not having advanced warning of our special outing, I had no reason to be carrying my great grandmother's engagement ring with me that night. After gaining a better perspective of the situation I opted to hold off proposing until such time that I could arrange the proper setting in which to do it. 

I decided to move out of my parents' home and into a temporary one bedroom apartment. I think Jen was a little put off by my choosing to rent a place that was too small for the three of us to share, but she never complained about it. Of course unbeknownst to Jen I already had a real-estate agent working on my behalf at the time, who knew the type of home I was looking for and what time frame we had in which to locate it. 

Jen and I continued moving forward with our relationship, growing closer with each passing day. Although we made good use of my new apartment, I hated the times we spent apart and I almost caved in and proposed to her more than a dozen different times. What I had in mind took months to arrange and was contingent upon a number of variables that had little to no control over if my plan was to be a success. I had chosen the most romantic day of the year, which incidentally also happened to be Jen's birthday to launch my initiative. This meant that I had to disappoint Jen repeatedly as each holiday brought anticipation of receiving a ring that never came. Although I wanted my proposal to come as a total surprise I did relent slightly by telling her that a big surprise was on its way, if she could just manage to be patient just a little bit longer. This perked up her mood and we managed to get through the holidays without seeing too many sour faces. 

By early February nearly everyone I knew had some clue as to what I was planning for Valentine's Day except Jen. I am still amazed I could let that many people in on my secret and none of them had managed to spill the beans. Even her son Will had some idea of what I had in mind. I told Jen that I needed some new suits to wear when I traveled to meet clients. Everyone around the office had seen me in each of the only two I owned and some of them quietly suggested I needed to update my wardrobe. We were coming out of one of the men's clothing stores at the mall when we bumped smack dab into a Red Cross blood mobile. I immediately suggested that we both donate a pint, and Jen, being a little squeamish tried to beg off. I had to really lay it on thick to get her to relent; knowing that if she didn't agree to this months of planning could all be ruined. Thankfully she never actually read the papers she signed, nor did she notice when the doctor put our samples in a special cooler away from the other donations.

When Valentine's Day finally arrived Jen was not overly pleased to learn that I had promised to take her son Will to Jolly's Amusement Park that morning. I explained that as we already had plans setup for later that evening I thought it would be nice to do something special with William beforehand. She knew that I loved her son like he was my own, so Jen relented after making me swear that I would get her back home in time to get properly cleaned up before we went out that evening. I never kept that promise.

Knowing Jen as well I do, I figured it wouldn't take long for her to suggest that we ride the G Force for old time sake. Of course, I pretended to protest, but not too stringently, as this was what I wanted to begin with. I proposed that if we really were going to recreate our first time riding the G Force that we should ride in the front row. Jen wasn't sure this was such a good idea, as the park was fairly crowded that morning and we wanted to make sure Will had plenty of time to visit the other attractions before we had to leave. William sided with me, saying we should wait for front row seats, and it didn't take too much more convincing to get Jen to go along with our decision. I just hoped I could get her to agree to everything else I had planned that day, or I would end up looking like the biggest fool on earth.

When our turn came Jen and I took our seats in the front, exactly like we did 15 years ago, only this time her son William was sitting in the car directly behind us. Once we were strapped in the train was getting ready to leave a voice come over the loud speaker halting our departure.

"Attention folks, I regret to inform you that this train will be delayed for a bit," The voice said.

Jen and I looked at each other as she said. "Not again!"

Almost on queue the voice continued "Don't worry; we are not having any problems with the train. I just wanted to take this time to recognize a very special anniversary event in the parks history. My name is Walt Jolly, and 15 years ago today I was not exactly living up to my last name. You see at that time the G Force was the newest and most advanced thrill ride of its time. A representative from travel magazine was scheduled to arrive that very afternoon to do a feature story on it for the front page cover of their magazine. I should have been thrilled. The problem was we had to shut down the ride due to technical difficulties since it was Saturday the part we needed to get it running again wouldn't be available until the following Monday. Thousands of people had come to the park that day specifically to ride the G Force and I was going to have to tell them that the ride was shut down. I was discussing the problem with my chief engineer when this ten year old boy came up to us and tapped me on the arm trying to get my attention. 

At first I thought he was lost, but as it turns out he was instead listening in on our conversation and felt he had a solution to our problem. He suggested that we switch out the defective part with the one in the Tackler which at that time was a far less popular ride. He even told us approximately how long it should take to do this. I started to explain to him that our rides did not have interchangeable parts, when my chief engineer interrupted me and said in this particular case the boy was correct. It turns out Matt was a genius and knew the parts were interchangeable because he had done a report on the mechanics of amusement park rides for a college class. He was at the park that morning celebrating his friend Jenny's tenth birthday. Now 15 years latter Matt and Jenny are here again, only this time they brought Jenny's son William with them. Matt and Jenny, do you have anything you would like to say to these fine folks," Mr. Jolly asked handing me the microphone?

"Yes, I have something I'd like to add Mr. Jolly," I said. 

"Jen 15 years ago today on this very ride you leaned over and kissed me forever capturing my heart," I told her.

At that very moment one of the large monitor screens they had installed above the ride came to life showing that very picture that was snapped of the two of us so long ago.

"I think it only fitting that on this the anniversary of that momentous occasion that I ask you a very important question," I started to say.

The video screen changed from our old photograph to a prerecorded image of me in a tuxedo kneeling on one knee holding an open ring box in my hand.

"Jennifer Ann Stapleton, WILL YOU MARRY ME," The video and I asked in unison.

The crowd went wild and I nearly dropped the microphone as Jen threw her arms around me smothering my face with kisses in between continually repeating the word YES. I placed the ring I'd been carrying upon her finger in the midst of more cheers as I took the microphone once again and said:

"My only stipulation is that I don't want to wait to make you my wife," I said to both her and the gathering crowd of spectators.

"I would marry you today if I could," Jen said loud enough for the microphone to pick up her voice.

"Funny you should mention that. Since we fell in love on this train, and became engaged on it a few minutes ago, I think it only right we should be married here as well. Reverend Morris would you please step out here and join us," I asked my double entendre receiving gasps from not only Jenny but most of the other passengers on the train.




Here We Go Again



I would have to say (others might not agree) that my life was fairly normal for the first twenty-five years of it. A 'middle of the roader' would be a pretty accurate description. 

In school I never made the honor role, but I never failed a class. In the sports I went out for I usually made the team, but I was never a stand out star. My extra curricular activities were the Chess Club and the Thespian Society. I won seventy percent of my chess matches (which of course meant the I lost thirty percent of them) and in the plays the Thespian Society put on I almost always got a part, but never the lead.

I did all right in the dating department, but that was mostly because I had a car courtesy of doting grandparents. They gave it to me the day I got my driver's license.

Well to do doting grandparents also got me into college via a college fund that they set up the day I came into the world.

College was similar to high school in that I got decent, but not stellar grades and that was not because I lacked smarts, but because of the party atmosphere that came with the fraternity that I joined.

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College was significant in that besides the education that it gave me it also gave me a distrust of women. It didn't start in high school because in high school I never got serious with any of the girls I dated. That changed when I started college. Changed quickly.

The first day of freshman orientation I met Ann Spaulding and felt all warm and tingly inside when she looked into my eyes and said hello. I wasn't at all shy and I asked her out after talking to her for only five minutes. She said that she would love to go out with me. We had a great first date and seemed to click. The first date led to several more and by the holiday break we were an acknowledged couple on campus and were actually talking marriage.

The first time we made love Ann was worried that I might be upset because she wasn't a virgin, but I assured her that it didn't matter. Why should it since I wasn't one either. Bev Holbrook saw to that at my eighteenth birthday party.

When the holiday break came she went back to Michigan and before she left we discussed going shopping for a ring when she came back. The day after Christmas I was missing her something awful so I dipped into my college fund and caught a flight to Michigan. I landed at Detroit Metropolitan Airport; rented a car from Avis and the GPS system in the car took me right to 411 Campbell Ave in Ypsilanti. I rang the doorbell and a woman I assumed was Ann's mother answered the door and I asked for Ann.

"Ann isn't here right now. She and Charlie are out on a date. I think they are shopping for the ring."

"Charlie?"

"Charlie Ferguson; her fiancée."

"Ann has a fiancée?"

"For two years now."

"She never told me. Well, if she isn't here I guess I'd better get along" and I turned to leave.

"Who should I say dropped by?"

I gave her a made up name and headed back to the airport. I turned in the rental and caught the next flight out.

Ann came back on January second. I was in my room at the frat house when Bill Neubert told me that Ann was there to see me. I went downstairs and she was all smiles when she saw me. She ran to me and put her arms around me and kissed me and then asked:

"Are we going ring shopping today?"

"Why? Didn't you like the one you got from Charlie?"

"Charlie?"

"You know; Charlie Ferguson. Your fiancée."

"That was you that came to the house?"

"It was."

"I can explain that honey."

"No you can't. You could talk to me if I was willing to listen, but I'm not" and I turned and went back up to my room.

When I next saw her a week later she was on the arm of a sophomore basketball player.

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It wasn't until spring break that I was willing to try dating again. I didn't go anywhere on the break because the money I could have used to go was spent on my trip to Michigan.

I was at the mall and I had just come out of Sears when the woman in front of me tripped and fell. When I helped her up I saw that it was a girl who was in my Introduction to Business Law class. I couldn't remember her name. When I helped her up I noticed that she seemed in pain. I asked her if she was all right and she told me that she thought that she had twisted her ankle.

We were close to the center court so I picked up the packages she had dropped and helped her to one of the center court benches. She had been wearing high heels and somehow the heel on the right shoe had snapped off and that is what caused her to go down. She was worried about how she was going to get around with one broken shoe and when I mentioned that she could go barefoot she said:

"Maybe here inside, but not out in the parking lot."

I noticed that there was a Footlocker close by and I asked her for her shoe size and then I went and bought her the cheapest pair of tennis shoes that they had in her size. I took the shoes back to Becky (we had exchanged names when I helped her to the bench) and she put them on. Then leaning on me I helped her out to her car in the parking lot. As she got in the car she told me that she owed me for my help and she invited me over to her place for dinner and I accepted.

When I got to the address she had given me I was surprised to see that it was an apartment. I don't know why, but I had assumed that she was living with her parents. She answered my knock and let me in. It was a pretty nice two bedroom apartment and she had set up the second bedroom as a study complete with desk, desktop computer and loaded book shelves.

She handed me a glass of red wine and we sat and talked while dinner finished cooking. I found out that she was like me in that she had a trust fund paying for her college and she had decided to live off campus instead of living in the dorms or joining a sorority.

Dinner was baked pork chops, mashed potatoes and green beans and before dinner was over I had asked her out and she had accepted. By summer vacation we were a steady couple. She wasn't going to go home for the summer. She was going to stay in school and take some summer classes. I had a summer job working for my uncle doing landscaping and lawn maintenance so we were able to date over the summer.

By the time school started back up for the fall term I was pretty serious where Becky was concerned and I thought she felt the same about me. Right up until a frat mixer during the third week of classes. I introduced Becky to some of my frat brothers and we proceeded to party. A couple of hours into the affair I looked around and couldn't see Becky and so I went looking for her. 

I found her in a bedroom being fucked by some guy I had never seen before. I assumed that Becky knew him from the way she was crying out:

"Fuck me Tommy; oh god baby, fuck me."

I walked up to where I could look down into Becky's face. Her eyes were closed until the guy said, "Hey dude; how about some privacy here" and I said, "I'm leaving. I just wanted to tell Becky that she is going to have to find another ride home. I don't want her cunt leaking on my car seat."

At the sound of my voice Becky's eyes shot open and she started trying to push the guy off of her. I turned and left the room. The only saving grace – at least for me – was that the guy wasn't a frat brother; just the guest of one.

I drove out to Steven's Point and looked out over the water and napped off and on until the party was over. At least Becky spared me the "It wasn't what it looked like" or the "I can explain Honey" or the ever popular "It didn't mean a thing baby." I never spoke to her again. The real outcome was that I was soured on girls so I went the rest of my sophomore year without even trying to date.

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Summer vacation was spent working for my uncle again and I was still working part time for him on the weekends after school started in the fall. Three weeks after school started we were putting in a koi pond at an upscale house in the Pinewood Estates. I'd just finished laying the liner when an absolutely stunningly beautiful girl came out on the patio, sat down and watched me work as I rocked the edges of the liner.

She watched me for maybe five minutes and then she got up and went back into the house only to come back out five minutes later with a pitcher and two glasses. She filled one of the glasses from the pitcher and brought it over and handed it to me.

"Here" she said as she handed it to me, "You need to take a break."

"What is it?"

"Poison of course. Can't waste the good stuff on the hired help."

"Oh well, if I'm going to die it might as well be by the hand of a beautiful woman."

I took a sip and found that it was sweetened iced tea. I nodded an okay and said:

"And who does Bobby have to thank for this?"

"Fiona. You don't look like a Bobby."

"Bobby is how I refer to myself. Most other people call me Rob although I have been known to answer to "Hey You."

"Well then Hey You, come and join me at the table. I want to pick your brain."

I joined her at the patio table and she said, "I saw you when I took a tour of the campus just before summer break so tell me some of the things you found out the hard way when you were a freshman."

I took a sip of my tea and then spent ten minutes telling her about some of the pitfalls to avoid and then I told her I had to get back to work.

"I've got to have the water and some of the plants in the hole by the end of the day."

"What time do you get off?"

"When the sun starts to go down."

"That will be about eightish. Doesn't give us much time."

"Time for what?"

"I've just appointed you my campus guide. In order for you to be able to do the job correctly we will need to get to know each other. To do that we need to date. The first one will be tonight when you get off work."

I couldn't help it; I just had to tweak her and even though I didn't have one I said, "And just what am I supposed to tell my girlfriend?"

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye?"

"Yes. You tell your ex-girlfriend goodbye."

I was intrigued. I wasn't used to a girl of her age being so self assured.

"I'm filthy and I'll need to go home to shower and change clothes. It would be nine or nine-thirty before we could even start. I have to be up by six so I need to be in bed by eleven-thirty if I'm going to be worth spit on the job tomorrow. An hour and a half isn't going to be much of a date."

"You can shower here and you are about the same size as my dad so clothes won't be a problem."

I chuckled and said, "Do I at least get to pick my own best man?"

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it." She topped off my drink and told me to get back to work. "The sooner you get done the sooner we can start our date."

I just shook my head and got back to work. As I worked I wondered about Fiona. It wasn't likely that I would have ever asked her out and for a bunch of reasons. One was you don't hit on your customers. Another of course was that I hadn't dated since Becky and was still in an "I don't need this shit!" kind of mood where girls were concerned. Also it wasn't likely that I would have ever run into her on campus what with me being a junior and her being a freshman. The two of us dating could only have happened the way it did and who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I finished up about six and Fiona showed me where to shower and when I came out I found that she had brought in a shirt, a pair of slacks, a pair of socks and a pair of penny loafers. Everything fit and when I was dressed I found her waiting.

"We will take my car. I'm not interested in showing up at Adolpho's in a pickup truck. Especially one with a cement mixer and a wheelbarrow in the back."

"I hate to burst your bubble Fiona, but Bobby can't afford Adolpho's."

"Doesn't matter since we won't be paying anyway. My Uncle Stan owns the place and my dates and I get a free ride."

I have to admit that I was a little put off by her take charge attitude, but at the same time I was intrigued by it. And also in the back of my mind I was wondering about why this girl was behaving with me like she was. She was drop dead gorgeous, from money, and no doubt had a list of suitors a mile long so why had she pulled a landscape laborer out of the hole he was working in and set up a date? 

I didn't believe for one minute that it was because she needed a guide around campus. True, she probably had seen me when she toured the campus and had recognized me, but there was no doubt in my mind that she knew dozens of guys who went to State and who would have leapt at the chance of being her guide.

We had a very nice dinner and talked as we ate. I learned that she was twenty and the reason that she was a twenty year old freshman was because her grandmother had taken her on a lengthy world tour. She was actually six days older than I was. She hadn't yet decided what she was going to major in, but was leaning toward Business Management.

When we got back to her house she told me that she rarely ever kissed on the first date.

"I like the guy to have something to look forward to. Some get it on the second date, but most don't get it until the third. I hope you like classical music because that is where we are going tomorrow. Pick me up at six."

I told her that it might not be possible because I still had plenty of work to do on the koi pond and landscaping and I might not finish in time to go home and change.

"Bring your clothes and you can shower and change here" and she headed on into the house.

My initial thought as the door closed behind her was to ignore what she wanted and go home to shower and change and if we missed the symphony tough shit, but there were two reasons why I couldn't do that. One was that it might have an adverse effect on my uncle's business. A lot of his work came from word of mouth advertising from satisfied customers. I had no idea of how much influence Fiona had with her parents so I couldn't chance it. The other reason of course was that I just had to see where things were going to go.

When I picked her up she damned near took my breath away. She was gorgeous and she dressed to show it off. I was wearing a dark blue suit with a red silk tie, but along side Fiona I looked like a bum. I was sure that people were going to look at us and wonder why she was with a guy like me and of course I was wondering it too.

It was an enjoyable evening. The program was Mendelssohn's Symphony's No.3 and No.4. The "Scottish" and the "Italian" both in A major and both favorites of mine. After it was over I took her to Denny's for pie and coffee and she told me about her world tour with her grandmother and told me that someday she would like to live in Spain.

When I got her home she gave me a scorcher of a kiss, told me that she would let me decide what to do on our next date:

"Which will be tomorrow. Give me a call and let me know what time you will pick me up and how I should dress."

The next day was a Monday and a school day and I had planned on spending the evening working on my car, but Fiona fascinated me and I decided to go along with her program even though I didn't have a clue as to what her program was.

I decided to see how a girl into world tours and symphonies would handle more plebian pursuits. I called her at eight in the morning and told her that I would pick her up at five and to dress in jeans. When she asked what we would be doing I told her it was a surprise.

"I don't do surprises well" she told me and the tone of her voice when she said it did not set well with me so I decided to show a little backbone where "Miss I'm in Charge" was concerned and so I said:

"Too bad. It would have been fun. Take care and maybe I'll see you around campus."

"Whoa! What do you mean by that?"

"You don't want my surprise so I'll just go by myself and since you don't seem to like the way I do things I don't see much sense in trying to do things with you."

"Don't be silly Rob. That's not what I meant. I'm just a girl who likes to be prepared when I do things. I didn't say I wasn't going to go. Its little things like how to dress. For example; you said jeans, but I have dressy jeans and I have jeans for bumming around in so which do I wear?"

That sounded reasonable so I backed off a little and told her to wear her bumming around jeans.

I picked her up at five and we went to the miniature golf place on North Wilcox and played. There were several kids there that I knew and I introduced them to Fiona. After we finished there I took her to the Burger Barn for dinner and then it was over to Skate City. I don't know if she enjoyed the evening, but I sure did.

When we got in my car to take her home she slid over next to me, kissed me on the cheek and then sat next to me all the way to her house. When I pulled into her driveway and put the car in park she said:

"Kiss me Rob."

I did and we sat there for the next half hour and engaged in a steamy make out session. It ended when my hand went under her top and fondled her breasts. She pulled away from me and said:

"Not yet Rob' it is too soon for that."

She kissed me again and started to get out of the car. I got out and walked over to her side of the car and walked her to her door where she kissed me again and said:

"I'm free all week except for Wednesday. Call me."

As I drove home I was still wondering what was gong on. What was Fiona playing at? She was a steak and caviar girl and I was a burger and fries guy. Her interest in me made no sense at all. At least it didn't to me. That said I was going to hang in there. Our being together didn't compute although I wished it did.

We dated for the next two weeks and our make out sessions got hotter and hotter and we had reached the point that I was finger fucking her and she was giving me hand jobs. I kept pushing her for 'the full ride' and she kept saying "Not yet" or "It's too soon."

The Saturday at the end of the second week was her twenty-first birthday and we were on for dinner and a movie. I picked her up and gave her a card and the present I'd bought for her. She read the card and said, "That's just so sweet Rob" and then she opened her present and exclaimed, "I love them honey" and she took off the earrings she was wearing and put on the gold hoop earrings I'd given her.

In the car she moved to her usual spot – right next to me leg touching leg – and I drove us to Duke's Steak House. Over dinner she told me that she didn't want to go to the movies.

"I want to celebrate my twenty-first birthday with drinks and dancing. Take me to The Black Mushroom."

"I can't do that. You might be twenty-one, but I won't be twenty-one until next week."

"I've got that covered" she said and she handed me a driver's license in the name of Ronald Cummings and it said that he was twenty-two. In his picture he had a beard and Fiona said:

"It is my Cousin Ron's license. All you have to do is say that you shaved since getting the license."

I shrugged and thought, "What the hell; all they can do is refuse it so I might as well go for it."

They didn't refuse it. They never even saw it. They carded Fiona and then assumed that her date would be as old as she was or older and they waved us in. The guy at the door gave Fiona a piece of paper to give to the waitress.

"We give everyone who comes in here on their twenty-first birthday a drink on the house."

I don't know about Fiona, but I was no stranger to alcohol. I'd been drinking wine with dinner (one glass only) since I turned sixteen and beer since becoming eighteen. I ordered a beer and Fiona asked for a Cosmo and then we drank and danced for the next three hours. I limited myself to two beers which I nursed because I was driving, but Fiona had half dozen drinks before we left.




Here We Go Again



I pointed the car toward Fiona's and she said, "You are going the wrong way Rob. You need to turn around and head for Wilcox."

"Why?"

"I'm giving myself a birthday present" and she opened her purse and took out a key card. It said Quality Inn on it. I gave Fiona a confused look and she said:

"I told you that I was giving myself a birthday present. I'm giving me you."

I quickly realized what she was saying and I hung a U-turn and headed for the Quality Inn.

Fiona was not a virgin, but neither was I. We undressed and climbed on the bed and I surprised her by going down on her instead of immediately climbing on. She worked us into a sixty-nine and after a bit we broke apart and made love while as I sang Happy Birthday to her. She sucked me hard and we went a second time and then I ate her to an orgasm while I waited for my cock to get hard enough to go for thirds,

The third time was doggie and as I screwed her I was looking down at her rosebud. I'd never had anal sex and I wondered if Fiona would go for it. As I banged away at her pussy I worked a finger into her ass and she moaned:

"What are you doing? You want to get nasty with me? You want my butt hole?"

"I wouldn't mind."

"Do you have any KY or Astro-Glide with you?"

"Nope."

"Then you aren't going there this time. Maybe next time."

There wouldn't be a next time, but I didn't know it then.

We finished and I took her home. I walked her to her door, got a goodnight kiss and went home. I called her the next day to set up a date for the next day and what I got was:

"It was fun Rob, but summer is over and I need to concentrate on school and I won't have any time for foolishness."

"Foolishness? You call what we shared last night foolishness?"

"It was only sex Rob; get over it" and I heard the click as she hung up on me.

"Fucking cunt" I muttered. "First Ann, then Becky and now Fiona. Fucking bitches aren't worth the trouble" and that was the mindset I carried through my junior year.

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I didn't date, but I didn't go without pussy either. I knew two girls who were paying their way through college by engaging in the world's oldest profession and I made good use of them. I saw Fiona around campus, but when our eyes met she would look away.

I also saw her at the frat house when we had parties. The girls from Lambda Delta Psi were always invited and Fiona belonged to that sorority so I saw her at parties, but we ignored each other. It was the middle of my senior year when I found out what Fiona had been doing with me. It was at another frat party and Fiona was there. I was off in a corner nursing a beer and looking at her whenever she was looking away from me. I heard:

"Still carrying a torch for her?"

I turned and saw Nancy Neubert standing there.

"No. Just curious is all."

"No feelings for her at all?"

"I can't say that."

"She isn't worth it you know."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because of what she deliberately did to you."

"Deliberately did to me?"

And then Nancy told me the story.

Fiona informed Lambda Delta Psi that she would be joining when she started school. That's right – she informed them and the way she did it pissed off the pledge committee Fiona didn't have to go the usual pledge route. Her mother, grandmother and two aunts had been Lamb Delts so she was a legacy, but even legacies have to go through the hazing process. Two of the members of the committee knew Fiona and didn't like her to begin with so the committee decided they would lay a chore on Fiona that they expected that she would refuse to do and then they could deny her membership.

The Lamb Delts were tight with my fraternity and the Lamb Delt girls knew about what happened with me and Becky and they knew that I had stopped dating because of it. They told Fiona that she had to seduce me. The committee figured that she would refuse to do it and if she didn't it wouldn't matter because they were sure I wouldn't succumb to her. She had to seduce me. She couldn't just come up to me and offer me pussy and she couldn't come right out and tell me that she had to fuck me in order to get into the sorority and would I please help her out. She had to meet me and seduce me. 

She had to keep the committee informed of her progress and let them know when it was going to happen and where. Two members of the committee were sitting in a car in the motel parking lot watching us go into the motel room and when we left they went inside to check out the sheets for cum stains to verify that Fiona had actually done the deed and hadn't spent the time playing cards or something. After Fiona had accomplished her task she no longer had any use for me. It was pure chance that I was working on her parent's koi pond and landscaping.

I debated finding some way to get back at Fiona, but then said, "Fuck it! The cunt isn't worth the time" and I finished out my senior year, found a job and got on with my life.

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The next three years were spent concentrating on my job. I didn't date because after my experiences with Ann, Becky and Fiona I pretty much felt that most women were cunts. 

I didn't go without pussy though. One of the girls I had used in college decided that she could make more continuing what she did to pay her way through college than she could putting her Business Management degree to use and we had stayed in touch.

I figured that using Shirley when I needed relief was cost effective. No need to date a dozen times to work yourself into the woman's good graces (and pants) when all I had to do was pick up the phone and call Shirley. A date for dinner, drinks, dancing or maybe a show could run from seventy to a hundred bucks a night. Ten or twelve dates even at the low end could run you seven hundred bucks and with no assurance that you would eventually score. Dinner and a show or drinks and dancing with Shirley with sex to follow ran around four hundred and she was a sure thing. An if I ever needed arm candy for a company party or an event put on by a client Shirley was usually available.

Work and visiting Shirley was pretty much my life from graduation until my third anniversary at work. Work had been going well. I'd gotten two promotions and the money was better than good so when my boss asked me to stop by his office I expected that he had something that he wanted me to do. I expected that it would be about business, but I was wrong. Way wrong.

I walked into his office and he smiled at me and told me to take a seat. I sat down on the leather couch he had in his office and waited for him to tell me what he wanted. He looked at me and it looked to me like he was trying to figure out the best way to bring up what he wanted and when he finally did speak he surprised the hell out of me.

"Are you in a relationship Rob? Got a steady girlfriend?"

I wasn't about to tell him about Shirley so I just said, "No sir."

"I have a problem Rob. I'm in a bind and I need a favor. A very big favor and it has nothing to do with work."

I sat there and kept my mouth shut and he went on.

"When my first wife and I divorced she took my then six year old daughter and moved to Georgia. The ex was killed in a botched bank robbery a week ago and my daughter is coming here to live with me. She is transferring schools and will be starting as a junior at State. My problem, actually her problem and my problem, is that she has never been out here since she was six and as a result she doesn't know anyone out here and I don't know anyone even close to her age except you. I need some one to take her under their wing so to speak and show her around. I was wondering if I could impose on you to take on the task."

I couldn't help but remember the last time some one wanted me to show them around and how well that turned out for me, but this was my boss asking me for a favor and I didn't feel I could refuse him and still stay in his good graces.

Another thought I had was that he could bring his daughter into the business and I could conceivably end up working for her and it wouldn't hurt for me to be in her good graces. Self preservation had me saying:

"Of course. I'll be glad to show her around."

Hank smiled at me and said, "I knew I could count on you. Do you have any plans for this evening?"

"No. Nothing planned other than doing some laundry."

"Then consider yourself invited for dinner. You can meet Michelle and get to know each other. Say sevenish?"

As I went back to work I couldn't help but wonder what I'd gotten myself into.

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I rang the doorbell at seven on the dot and the door was opened by an absolute vision and I thought "This ain't going to be too bad at all." Look up Goddess in the dictionary and what I was looking at is the picture that you would see. And then she burst my bubble.

"You must be Rob" she said as she offered me her hand. "I'm Hank's wife Ronnie."

I hope my face didn't show my disappointment when I took the offered hand and told her that I was pleased to meet her. She led me into what I assumed was the living room where I found Hank watching a news program. Ronnie asked me what I would like to drink and I saw that Hank was drinking beer so I told her a beer would be fine. Hank turned off the TV and said:

"Glad you could make it. Mouse is upstairs dressing. I didn't tell her we had company coming until I got home from work and she was up to her elbows in grease and oil. She was doing something to her engine."

"Mouse?"

"It is one of her nicknames. Long story and it goes back to when she was three. My mother didn't care for the name Michelle so she always called Michelle Mickey. It caught on and soon everyone was calling her Mickey. Around her fourth birthday she got hooked on The Mickey Mouse Club and Mickey Mouse cartoons and after hearing Mickey Mouse said over and over one day, since she was always being called Mickey she pointed at herself and said:

"Mickey Mouse?"

"Everybody laughed and started calling her Mickey Mouse and somewhere along the line the Mickey got dropped and everyone started calling her Mouse. I don't think that anyone outside the family uses it though."

Ronnie came back into the room and handed me an ice cold Bud. As I took it from her a girl walked into the room and Hank said:

"Here she is now" and he introduced us. As I shook her hand I was thinking about Hank's explanation of the family nickname for her. Mouse fit her. While goddess in the dictionary would have had Ronnie's picture next to the definition Michelle's picture would be next to the word mousey. A closer look showed that she could look better if she put some effort into it.

She was about five two or five three and she was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and baggy pants. She was wearing horned rimmed glasses that were too big for her face and all you could say about her hair is that it was brown and there. It was sitting on top of her head in a big bun and had no style to it at all. Add to that she wasn't wearing a smidgen of makeup. Mousey looking is indeed what came to mind.

Ronnie said that dinner was ready and we all sat down at the table. Conversation was general in nature and when the meal was over Hank said to Ronnie:

"Why don't I help you do the dishes and we can leave Rob and Mickey to get acquainted."

Hank and Ronnie were no sooner out of the room when Michelle said to me:

"How much is he paying you for this?"

I knew what she was really asking, but it pissed me off that not even knowing me that she would assume that her dad was paying me to be with her so I said:

"Five grand."

"Get serious. How much is he paying you to put up with me?"

"I told you. Five grand. Actually it is a little more than that if you figure in the bonus I usually get at the end of the year."

"What are you talking about?"

"What your dad pays me. Five grand a month although with bonuses I probably averaged about fifty-four hundred a month for the year."

"Are you saying that he said he would fire you if you didn't volunteer to be my babysitter?"

"In the first place I'm not your babysitter. Because I was born and raised in this area and because I went to State your father asked me if I would show you around as a personal favor and I told him I would be glad to."

"Why does he think I need to be shown around? I managed to get from Georgia to here all by myself. Why wouldn't I be able to find my way around this place?"

"Maybe he just wanted you to know someone close to your age you could ask questions of. Then again maybe he sees me as a prospective son and he is trying to give us a head start."

"In your dreams."

"More like nightmare."

"I'm not that bad."

"I didn't say that you were."

"Then what's with the nightmare remark?"

"I don't see marriage in my future. I've been burned too many times and I just don't trust the female of the species any more so to me the thought of marriage would be like a nightmare."

"We are a matched pair then. I've been burned a couple of times and I don't trust the male of the species any more than you trust the females. So where does that leave us?"

"That's pretty much up to you."

"Why is it up to me?"

"Your decision Miss Michelle. Do you want me to show you around or not?"

To be continued.



Here We Go Again



As I sunk in to my kitchen chair with a second glass of wine to wait I couldn't stop thinking about how I had got to this point. I was not often nervous but I found my hands were shaking so much that I was worried about spilling the wine before I got it to my lips to take a much needed gulp.

It started, like so many things in the 21st century, with an email. When I sat down at my desk that sunny, June day I had no idea that my love life was going to be resurrected in such a delicious, if unexpected way. Being in my mid 40's, childless and single meant my life tended to be a routine of work, home and work again. If I was lucky a dinner with friends or family would break the monotony every so often. I don't want you to feel sorry for me, I was celibate through choice not just circumstance. I could have done online dating if I was really bothered about being single. I'd resorted to that a few years previously but I'd become disillusioned with trying to figure out who was real and who wasn't. Now it was even more of a lottery as everyone else had discovered the online world and everyone was using the dating sites. 

Anyway back to the email. The name of an ex-boyfriend who I hadn't seen or heard from for at least 25 years flashed up on the screen. Pete! The last time we'd spoken, I had been a bubbly twenty something to his more experienced thirty and he'd kissed me goodbye and flown off to work in the US with a promise to come back to me. I'm not sure whether he'd broken my heart when he didn't return but he'd definitely bruised it quite badly.

I scanned the email and the jokey style of his apology about taking so long to get back to me made me smile immediately. The strength of his personality flowed through the words and conjured up warm images of his charming smile. It would have been impolite not to reply so I'd sent back a jokey, slightly flirty response. 

The following days flew by in a haze of pings as ever warmer, moving towards steaming hot, emails sped across the internet. It was a natural progression to our frantic flirting to arrange to meet; maybe even a foregone conclusion from that first ping in my inbox. That was why I was here, sat in my kitchen chair, gulping wine with shaking hands and waiting for the sound of the doorbell to announce the arrival of a man I hadn't seen for 25 years.

I was so nervous. All women have body issues but meeting up again with someone who had last seen you as a toned, youthful twenty year old was bound to bring you face to face (or more honestly line-free to wrinkle) with the aging process in all its variations. I was carrying my years well (I thought and most days when I looked in the mirror I could manage to believe the mirror agreed with me) but I was a lot curvier than I had been at twenty and though that had given me an impressive thirty-eight DD bust it had also given me a softly padded tummy to match. I had of course shared recent pictures with him over the weeks and he'd been really complimentary so I hoped he was going to be equally as happy when he saw me in the flesh. I had certainly been impressed by his picture, he was equally as handsome as I remembered; even more so somehow as the years had added depth and experience to his features, distinguished grey streaks to his thick, brown hair and kindness to his deep blue eyes. One of Mother Nature's biggest jokes was in allowing men to age so much better than women. 

I knew we were going to sleep together when we met. We had to really; the memories we'd stirred up with our emailing were so strong that anything other than physical confirmation of them would be a betrayal to who we once were to each other. I just didn't know how I was going to get from the nervous, shaking woman I was at that moment to the seductive woman I knew he remembered and, I believed, once loved so long ago.

My pondering was interrupted by the mobile beeping out a text message. 

'I'm 10 minutes away xx.'

I swallowed nervously and went upstairs to check that my hair and makeup were still intact. As I brushed my blonde hair, I saw the glare of car lights through the bedroom windows, cutting through the darkness and throwing pools of light on the bed. One of the many joys of living in the countryside was the complete darkness uninterrupted by street lights or neighbours' houses so any car lights coming down the drive were immediately visible. That must be him; it couldn't really be anyway else. 

The moon threw down a hazy light and I could see the outline of a car pulling around to the front of the cottage and stopping just in front of the window where I was standing. As the bedroom windows were the old sash type that went from floor to ceiling it afforded me a complete view of the garden surrounding the old house. A figure got out from the car and stood looking up. He wouldn't be able to see me as the bedroom was dark so I felt quite secure in just standing there tapping my fingers on my phone while watching him. I had the maddest impulse to let him see me watching him and before I'd really thought it through, I put my phone down and switched on the lamp by the window. The soft light illuminated the room and revealed me standing there. I could still see him standing in a pool of the reflected lamplight gazing up at me as I gazed down on him. We were both watching each other now.

The urge to shock him a little became overwhelming and my hand moved up to the buttons of my blue silk shirt and I began to slowly undo them. I looked down and watched the full, creamy mounds of my breasts reveal themselves as I pulled the material apart. My breasts strained against the revealing black lace camisole I was wearing. I could feel the hot flush of arousal spilling across my chest, causing my nipples to flare hard and insistent against the lace and send out tingling messages of need. The first gush of moist desire wet my matching black lace panties and a small moan escaped my slightly parted lips. As I flicked a tongue across my red lips and looked at him I could see his hands clench and a smile pass across his handsome face.

My hands moved down to my jeans zip and I wriggled the tight material over my full hips and down past my soft thighs. I bent slightly to better ease my jeans down and was fully aware that it would have given him an even better view of my large breasts as they struggled to escape the confines of my camisole.

My phone beeped and a message flashed on to the screen:

'Dammit, let me in. I have to have you now!'

I picked up the phone and quickly typed:

'Key, under mat; come up.'

I saw him read the message and head for the door. 

"Well, that's broken the ice." I said aloud and giggled.

I ran to the bed and arranged myself, in a way that I hoped looked seductive by laying across the bed with my chin resting on my hands. I thought this would give the best view of my cleavage but hide my tummy. 

After my performance at the window though this seemed a very tame view for him when he finally reached the bedroom. I heard the front door open and a small moan escaped my parted lips. I was so wet and aching that before I quite knew what I was doing, I had turned over on to my back; my head slightly hanging over the edge of the bed and began to stroke my swollen clit through the sodden black lace of my panties.

The slow stroking of my fingers across my clit sent ribbons of pleasure across my body. My hips moved involuntarily in time with my fingers and I began to feel the pressure mounting with every fast, shallow breath escaping from my pouting lips. I knew my face would be wearing the heavy lidded look of pure lusting need that Pete always used to love to see me wear.

I didn't see the bedroom door open but I heard the sharp intake of breath Pete made as he entered the room and saw the hot mess of me on the bed. 

"God, I want you!" Pete exclaimed as he dropped his overnight bag on the floor and moved to the bed.

I abandoned my fingering and flipped over on to my front and pulled myself up on to my knees. My blonde hair tumbled across my face so I flicked it back and took a long appreciative look at my ex-lover. He was gorgeous, smiling and, I was very happy to see, from the bulge in his jeans very pleased to see me.

"Hello, lovely man. I've missed you." I purred and reached out my hands to his belt to pull him towards me. 

Pete's hands softly held my face and lowered his lips to mine for the softest, gentlest kiss. Our lips clung sweetly as the 25 years fell away and it was as if the time apart had never been. My sigh broke the kiss and his hands moved down to my shoulders and began to caress my neck as my fingers worked his belt undone and moved on to his jeans button. 

I so wanted to free him and taste the hard, saltiness of him that I couldn't control the moan of frustration.

"Having problems, sweetheart?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, laughing. "I so want to get these undone!"

"I'll help you." He said and had the button open in seconds. He eased his hard cock out of his jeans and held himself firmly as I watched, drawing back his foreskin so the red, throbbing head was exposed. "He's as pleased to see you as I am." He groaned.

I bent my head and softly licked across the head, circling the opening and tasting his salty, silky liquor that was oozing temptingly at the tip. His hands buried themselves in my hair and as he pushed his hips towards me, I opened my mouth to receive him. His head slid through my open lips in to the hot wetness within. His moans quickened as I sucked his hardness back in to my throat and sought to swallow as much of his hard cock as I could. 

I draw back and let a few inches of him fall out, only to bring my head forward to take him back in again. I kept my tongue moving and caressing him as I tightened and loosened my lips around his shaft to massage him as my head bobbed up and down. My hands had found his hips and locked in to position, I bounced against him. My eager mouth couldn't seem to get enough of how he tasted and felt and I struggled to control my actions and slow down as I felt the urgency in him raise.

My desire was increasing with every move of my head and taste of his cock. My sopping panties could no longer contain the juices flowing so profusely from my sex and I could feel trickles of jammy juice smearing my thighs with need.

"I can smell you," he murmured, "So lovely". 

He pulled himself out of my mouth and his hands pulled my head up so I was looking in to his eyes. "I have to taste you. Lie back on the bed".

I rushed to do his bidding and lay back across the bed with my feet facing towards him. I felt his hands grasp my legs and he pulled me towards him so my feet were dangling off the bed. He knelt, and pushed those hands up my thighs, pulling them apart and leaving tingling trails of pleasure as they moved. My body shivered and moved against his hands to get closer to the intoxicating feel of his touch. I could feel his mouth following the trail his hands had taken and the anticipation of where that mouth was moving to brought groans of need cascading from my panting lips.

"Please." I begged softly.

His hands pushed my panties aside and he buried his face in to my wetness. His tongue sought out the aching throb of my clit and danced a pattern of tingling electricity across it that had my hips raising off of the bed and my mouth uttering wordless cries of anguished need. Thoughts disappeared from my mind and all that existed was the feel of his mouth on me, his tongue in me and the noise of my wetness as he sucked and licked.

The pressure built in me as I thrashed against him. Fighting ever more strongly to get closer to the feelings that he was creating in my body. His hands pulled my hips towards him so he could get better purchase on my slippery, swollen clit and licked ever faster and harder.

My body arched and I felt the building of my orgasm cascading over in to the blinding, contractions of pleasure that left my body open and pulsating. 

"Up on your knees, darling". He said. Wiping the juices from his face on my thigh, he stood up and watched as I turned over and got on to my knees, displaying my round, plump bottom to him.

"God, that's gorgeous". I heard him mumble as he climbed on the bed behind me. He gently tugged my sopping panties down over my hips and they obligingly slid to my knees leaving me completely exposed. 

I thought I'd feel his cock enter me but was surprised by two of his fingers, easing their way between my legs and sliding their way through my wetness in to me. As his fingers moved inside me his lips and tongue traced tingling patterns on my bottom.

I began to move against his fingers, building a rhythm with him that I knew would have me gasping and wriggling in orgasm again very quickly. Pete eased a third finger in to me and his fingers took on a new pattern that I'd not experienced before. I stilled, slightly fearful of the feeling of fullness and heaviness that he was creating. 

"Relax, sweetheart." I heard him murmur. "Just trust me."

I felt my body relax and I opened fully to his fingers. The pleasure that was building now was something completely different to before. Instead of pressure I felt warm tingling that continued to grow in intensity until wet gushing contractions exploded. The liquid squirted out and I fell forward shocked by the intensity of the vibrations that were passing through me, only for his hands to pull me back and on to him as he fiercely entered me.

He rammed his cock in to my still contracting sex as I cried out with pleasure. Each thrust he made was met by my muscles contracting around him, milking him, as we moved in harmony. Building the rhythmic intensity of feeling ever more quickly until both of us were gasping and crying out. Pete jerked forward and I could feel the splashes of his juice coating my insides as he blasted his orgasm with guttural cries in to me.

As we lay in each other's arms, exhausted, I silently thanked the internet for bringing us back together. Whatever happened between us next I now knew we had a special connection that not even time, age and distance could ever extinguish.