6 comments/ 12626 views/ 0 favorites Love and Death By: fertiegladwyn "Third time's the charm." Eugene Gwandoya said, as he prepared to set the ball to his star middle hitter Alaina Lampur. They were finishing up an individual practice on a Tuesday afternoon. Eugene's mind wandered as he thought about that morning, the argument he had with his wife as they left the house. She was on her way to work at the day care center and he on his way to his office, which was in the same building as the gym. It was about money, of course. It had been a common quarrel between the two and Eugene was wondering if all the trouble was worth it anymore. They had not been in love for years. "I can't get it, I don't see the point of doing this over and over again if I can't fucking get it right." Alaina had been working on shifting her weight appropriately while she hit, and could not seem, to get the move to flow. It was hard for her to unlearn the technique she had picked up in her seven years of high school ball. Eugene turned towards his athlete and placed his hands on her shoulders. Looking directly into her eyes he said, "you can't just give up, changing things like this takes time." He let his hands linger a moment longer than he needed to and they both realized it. He removed them quickly, but to his surprise, Alaina only drew closer. She arched her mouth up to his and kissed him, tentatively at first, but it soon grew tumultuous tongue slamming. Swirling and twisting in each others wet mouths, experiencing a feeling that was so wrong, but yet so right. They parted and stood looking at each other. The tension was so thick you could have beat it down with a dildo. "I, I'm sorry" Lampur said as she slowly backed away from him. Eugene just stood there not knowing what to say. Alaina had retreated to the locker room, happy to have one safe haven where she could hide her embarrassment. She heard a noise and looked towards the door. Eugene stood in the door with madness in his eyes that could only be instilled by lust. He walked to her and looked into her eyes. She did not see her coach anymore. She just saw a man, at the mercy of his own animalistic impulses, no longer able to resist or control them. He was a slave to his own madness. He pulled her spandex around knees and thrust his middle and ring finger his right hand into he majestic cavern. He moved them in and out of her juicy cunt as her body straightened and collapsed against his. He ran the index and middle finger of his left hand up and down her slit, finding her aroused clit, slowly moving his fingers in a circular motion around it. She shuddered. Her hand had already made it don the front of his shorts, feeling the hard veiny goliath that resided there. "I would like to see you in my office." He said, withdrawing his dexterous fingers from within her. He walked out of the locker room smelling them. She left soon after, making her way to his office as quickly as she could, the space between her legs aching for him. She entered his office and shut the door behind her. She approached her coach. He shoved his fingers in her mouth, "Taste yourself whore, tate it." He said. Alaina ran her hands down Eugene's chest, stopping momentarily to stare into his dreamy eyes. "Set me up baby", she crooned. "Don't worry" he said, returning her stare and placing his hands on her spandex-laden hips. "I am an experienced setter." He rhythmically removed her top, her body glistening with sweat. Alaina looked at Eugene and whispered, "What if your wife finds out?" Eugene, lifting his head from her muff, " I'm not supposed to talk with a full mouth. But she can go fuck that Persian she met at Bed, Bath & Beyond." Alaina stared into Eugene's hurt eyes, "Lampur" he whispered, "I'm really digging you. I want to feel you against me. I want to be in you." Alaina paused, unsure if she should tread down this tumultuous path. "Ok." "I need you to do something for me" "Anything" she replied. "Put me in your mouth." Eugene moaned, displaying his sexual frustration quite visibly. She pulled down his nylon windpants, making visible his sculptured nubbin. "Oh," she said loudly, "I didn't know you were that big." "Lampur," he replied. I didn't get to this point in my life with only an average sized penis. Rolling her eyes, she accepted the pork sword into her salivating mouth. He nearly made her vomit. But she loved it. Eugene thrusted his sword in and out, matching the rhythms and sounds of dolphins making love. "Eeeeeeeee," he said, on the verge of exploding. She pulled away, "Leave some for me, big daddy." Eugene complied and slapped her across the face with his dangling appendage. She cried out, an ambiguous scream, one which displayed the dichotomy of pleasure and pain. He slid down her Under Armour shorts, revealing her lubricated slit. His fingers traveled, flirting with her special area. She grew excited, moaning slightly but then quickly containing herself. He inched his penis closer, unsure when to make his last stand. When it made contact, he knew. Her vagina was like a stick of melted butter, if the friction ceased then the moment would be lost. Melted butter, Eugene thought to himself. Melted butter and I'm lactose intolerant. The irony was enough to make him blow right then. "Coach, just go already. I want your rock hard cock, the ball is in your court." Eugene realized life is a lot like volleyball. First there is the set-up, then the attack, and then hopefully the dig. If one is able to do this, then one has volleyed in the proverbial sense at least. But he was wasting time. He thrust, meeting the barrier that was her tight vaginal walls. He was nearly blocked, his large member nearly unable to fit. "OH," she squealed like a pig with it's balls in a salad shooter. "You really are horny, coach." Eugene sunk his head, but thrusted further. In and out, the sweat now glistening on both their bodies. She rubbing her hands on his sculpted chest and he touching her voluptuous chest. Seconds turned to minutes which turned to some more minutes, which eventually turned to hours. It was like battle. He attacking with his nether rod, she defending with her quiver bone. Every now and again, he would quickly pull his penis from her moistened hole and stick it in her mouth, screaming, "Taste yourself whore, taste yourself." Whoever gave up first in this game would not be a happy camper. Finally, as Eugene was about to reach apex, Lampur screamed, "Shoot it on my face!" He pulled out, slapping her vagina and chest, while stroking his one-eyed monster. His ejaculate struck her face and chest and he flipped her around finishing his load on her smooth, round ass. "Suck it off, " he said, in a dominatrix sort of way. She was about to engage in the sort of grooming that only comes after a sexual act as this one, when she noticed the looming figure standing in the background. Eugene's wife stood in the open doorway, her mouth set in an open gape, fit for only the largest of cocks to be sucked in (she had a really big mouth). She walked into the room, her Persian boyfriend following closely behind her. The door closed behind them. The Persian moved to the corner pulling a gold butterfly knife out of his pocket and flipping it open. Alaina walked up to her coach's wife, who she had met only a few times at volleyball barbecues. Wiping some of her coach's spunk of her face on her index finger she inserted it into his wife's mouth and watched her suck it off. Alaina turned the wife around and threw he onto Eugene's desk while he only watched in amazement. Alaina tore the wife's shirt off revealing a pair of milky white tits to big for the constraints of any bra below a double D. Alaina kissed her way down to the wife's glorious forest and lifted her skirt up above her head. Alaina began to kiss and lick her luscious lips and clit. The wife screamed, "My god, fuck me, fuck me for all I am worth. I'm a free ball, anyone, anyone take me." The Persian stood in the corner; his pants down around his ankle while his dark hand ran up and down his average sized cock. He had the butterfly knife in the other, he was cutting his arm with it. The blood ran down his arm an onto his erect cock. It pooled in the little nest of black pubic hair that covered his undercarriage. A definite ball handling error. As for Alaina, this was no jungle ball. She was taking an inside shot on the coaches wife and was definitely making an isolated play on a certain piece of anatomy. The wife called, "Lampur, you definitely get a service point." As he came and spewed ejaculate into Alaina's face. It mixed with the come that was already there. While watching this spectacle and his member grow he had not had time to see the masturbating Persian move from his corner. It was too late, Eugene was dealt an underhanded serve as the Persians knife, covered in blood and semen, was plunged into his throat. The Persian ran out of the room, his average sized Johnson hanging from his pants and flopping and he ran. Alaina and the wife sat by Eugene as he lay on the floor of his second story office bleeding. Making his way towards death. Love and Death in a Time of Guano Lonely, lonely wasn't the world. Painful maybe, but lonely didn't encapsulate the way he really felt. He thought it was funny, a little sad maybe. "Sad" he thought, that the happiest times of his life were also the worst. He had better lodgings now, a better life, but the years of pain that defined him had now left him behind. Armond, grew up as so many young children do in the lower Antilles, Destitute, living from meal to meal, hoping that the next day would arrive and pass with no more strife and pain than the day before. Children often left home when they were old enough to work to send money home for the family. When he turned nine he went to work in the phosphate mines, that is where he met her. Her name was Coreen. She was older than him, by four years. Having some maternal tendencies she quickly took him under her wing. Holding him close at night while he cried. Consoling him when he was so far from home. He soon grew to love her, and she him. A sort of platonic love of at first, one that exists between those who give care and those who are cared for. As they grew older this changed. Awkwardness manifested itself for every part of their relationship, both feeling a strong internal desire that they could not express or fully understand. Work in the mine was difficult if not nearly impossible. A day would be about sixteen hours long. Scraping and transporting bat shit off the walls and floors to be used for fuel. The feces permeated everything in the workers' lives. It was everywhere. On their clothes, covering their hard and muscular bodies, in their shanty homes located not far from the mine. It eventually happened one day. He was eighteen she was twenty-two, as beautiful as ever. She carried with her a grace that makes her seem nearly divine. He still possessed the awkwardness of adolescence. They were alone in a tunnel that was not being used for the guano. It had been harvested the month before and still needed more time for worthwhile resources to accumulate. They often stole away once or twice during the long day to break for fifteen or twenty minutes. Coreen sat on a small ledge of the corridor. He turned towards her, smiling through the dirt and the grime plastered on his face. She gently gripped his hands and pulled him close. He wiped the bat shit from around her eyes and gazed into their hazel beauty. He leaned in and their lips met gently. She withdrew from the kiss with a harsh gasp. The culmination of their desires was occurring right before her now. She looked down and saw Armond's enlarged member. She pulled his pants loose and let them fall to the ground. She grabbed a handful of the guano and rubbed it up and down his cock, as hard as all of the muscles on his toned and strong body. He moaned, this feeling being better than anything he could have imagined while masturbating behind the shanty at night. The bat shit lubricated his cock while Coreen slid her calloused hand up and down its length. She guided him inside her. They made love while she sat upon the guano covered ledge and he stood thrusting in and out of her cavern, as deep and magical as the mine itself. He finished while she held him close and whispered in his ear that she loved him. He loved her too. This went on the same way for two months. They would meet, once, twice, sometimes three or four times a day. After that time Coreen Became very ill. She became unable to leave the shanty, so sick and so weak, she just lay on her small straw palle. Armond took her to a hospital; a young doctor saw the two of them, so in love and so helpless. The doctor had yet to be emotionally hardened by years of seeing the impoverished die. He decided to help them even though they did not have money. Coreen died thirty six hours later. The doctor told Armond that she had toxic shock syndrome. She has gotten a bacterial infection in her cervix from all the sex using guano as lubricant. She would be gone, gone forever. Armond sits alone on a hill overlooking the ocean, behind him the mine still functions. Young people were still living out the story that he and Coreen had. He paused to exhale the smoke from the joint in his left hand he had been puffing on. A bottle of grain alcohol lay in his right, already half gone. Armond had lived without her for ten years. He sat on that hill over looking the ocean twenty-eight years old and finished with life. He left the mine after Coreen died and began working as a fisherman, barely eeking out an existence. Better than the mine though. He looked in to the sunset, tears streaming form his eyes. He still lover her, perhaps even more now than the day she left him. He put down the joint and the bottle into the grass next to him. Slowly Armond reached into a paper bag and pulled out the revolver he had purchased from the old blind fisherman. He lifted the gun's barrel to his head and let out one last slow breath and pulled the trigger. Her kiss still lingered on his lips. Love and Death in the Nursing Home "Get over here you whippersnapper" he said. Marge stood over him, Her ancient wrinkled breasted hanging down to her waistline. "I never thought in all my years I would have a chance to suck on such big titties." Menopause had cause some small hairs to grow in the cleft in between her bosoms, his eyesight was failing so this really made no difference to him as he dragged his enormous ballsack over her chest in order to stick his still flaccid dick on her mouth. Arnold was eighty six and as horny as ever. He moved over to the small bedside table. There lay a pile of Viagra he had crushed up earlier. He rolled up a hundred dollar bill and took a shot straight to his nose. He stood for a moment feeling his growing cock and fingering his now loose asshole. Now that he was fully erect his cock looked like a pepperoni stick, Liver spots marking their territory all the way up and down his member like clusters of tourists on the Great Wall of China. Except in the case we are talking about the Great Cock of Arnold. He remembered the days when he used to play for his college baseball team. Those were good days. After the game they would all shower together. Their big cocks flopping around as they walked in. They would often clean each other. They would play all sorts of games, like shooting their ejaculate over one another. Embarrassed he shut his liver spotted dick in minifridge's door to punish himself. He turned towards Marge. Her vagina looked like a kitten, teeth and all. Arnold looked magnificent his old cock standing erect, defiant of god's will, hair sticking out of his ears and nose. He prepared to give Marge the time of her life. This task would be difficult given the length of her life. It would be one last hurrah if you will. Arnold climbed into the lift elevator attached to the bed and pulled a Mr. Werther's out of his fanny pack. He slid it into her waiting crotch taco and prepared to eat her liverwurst. As he was licking her wrinkly low hanging lips he would have to take a break every five minutes to take a hit off the oxygen machine, "Keeps me fresh" he would yell each time. Marge was sad because every time she used her machine after that she would be smelling her own horizontal fishcake for a week. Arnold loved the way the toffee treat tasted, "It's no use," Marge yelled, "I can't feel shit anyway. Arnold would be damned if he didn't finish his Mr. Werther's. It cost him seventeen cents after all. What a waster Marge was. Arnold Thought back to the time when he worked at Mr. Smith's Corner store when he was nineteen. They would get most of their work done in the morning. Around two or three Arnold and Mr. Smith would go into the back supply closet when business was slow and they who would see who can fit a banana farther in their mouth. Mr. smith would often impress Arnold by shoving n entire snickers bar down his throat. He only threw up once. After he finished his Mr. Werther's Arnold was ready for some fun. Marge prepared by dumping about a liter of flaxseed oil into Mrs. Sphincter's next door neighbors. Arnold entered her as cheap steak enters a sausage grinder. The room was filled with the sound of sixty grit sandpaper against a wooden spoon. Arnolds hips protested to the continuous thrusting as he fucked Marge for all he was worth. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! After a while Marge began to look frightened, "Who are you? What are you doing to me?" Arnold didn't want to be caught so he put a pillow over her face before she cold make anymore noise. "I'm fucking you whore." He said. He had gotten into trouble the week before for taking advantage of the Alzheimer's patients and he did not want to be chastised again. Arnold finished, leaving Marge in her bed. Asleep of possibly dead, he didn't care. He popped a Mr. Werther's in to his mouth and left, Victorious. Walking back to his room, he stopped at the top of the stairs savoring his conquest. He didn't feel to bad about Marge, she always embarrassed him at bingo night, telling everyone that she was his wife. The old whore got what she deserved. He took one step down the carpeted stairs, his hip cracking. He tried to move the other leg forward but his hip, caught in place only buckled. Arnold crashed down the remaining 23 stairs his head hitting along the way, blood spurting like a feng shui fountain all over the yellow wallpaper. As he lay dying, he thought this was a fitting retribution. His Mr. Werthers dissolved as he lay dead. Love & Death Pt. 01 Rachel made her way through the throngs of people gathering on campus for yet another protest. It was spring again. Protest season was in full swing. What was it this time? She wondered grumpily. World Peace? End the Drug War? Or was it homosexuality rights? The last one was the only one she thought logical. She rolled her eyes at the crowd. The same thousand or so people every weekend. The same three bitches, sometime they even tried to do all three at once. That was always interesting to say the least. "World Peace," Rachel murmured to herself. Like that would ever happen. Humans by their very nature were violent animals. As long as there was organized, fanatical religion, there were going to be wars. Eliminate religion and humans would find something else to duke it out over. Rachel was a very attractive woman. She had shoulder length red hair. Her eyes were vivid green. Freckles spread across her nose and cheekbones. She was about 5ft6 and 125 pounds. She had a medium sized bust, which she often hid under loose t-shirts or bulky sweaters. Her blue jeans hugged her large shapely hips and got a lot of attention from the men on campus. Rachel ran her long slender fingers through her red hair. It was a nervous habit. Rachel was an incredibly shy person. This many people so close together always made her jittery. Why did they have to gather in such large numbers? She had always been really reclusive. She never even went on dates in high school. Her mom always told her she needed to get out more, but that was impossible for Rachel. She didn't want to be so shy, but she couldn't help it. The fear she had of so many other people at once was almost crippling. Finally, Rachel thought, I've reached the edge of this mob. She made her way to her dorm. Hopefully Sheryl wouldn't be home. Sheryl was a very wild woman. She was always partying, having friends crowding the dorm room, and her many lovers. Sheryl was bi and very sexual. She slept with just about anyone. She had even put the moves on Rachel once, that was an experience. Rachel walked down the hall towards her shared room. The voices coming from the open door made Rachel frown. Damn! Sheryl's home. Is there no where on the damned campus to find peace and quiet? Rachel shrugged and sighed as she finished the journey to her dorm room. Sheryl was really pretty. She had long blonde curls. Pale blue eye. A babyish round face and a wonderful Barbie doll figure. She was tall, and had very long shapely legs. She was incredibly sensual in every way. The night that she'd made advances on Rachel, Rachel found it hard to resist her. If she did it again, Rachel would probably give in. "Hi Rachel," Sheryl greeted cheerfully. Sheryl's blue eyes sparkled. She was always friendly. Rachel couldn't fault her for her openness. Rachel just smiled to return the greeting. She climbed in to her loft bunk and tried to ignore Sheryl and the unknown man below her. Sheryl always had company on Saturdays. Rachel should've known the dorm wouldn't be empty. She just wanted to get a nap before going to the lab. Studying all night was catching up to her. "Hey Rachel," Sheryl yelled from the lower bunk. "Do you have to work tonight?" "Yes," Rachel mumbled. "Bummer." Rachel looked over the edge of her bed at Sheryl. "Why?" "There was this really cool party tonight. I was hoping you would want to go." "That's okay. I'm not too big on parties anyway." "I know. Too many people. But this one's different. Casey here said there would only be ten or fifteen people there. He said it would be ok if you went too." Rachel smiled warmly at both of them. "I really appreciate the offer, but I have a lot of work to do this evening." "You always have a lot to do at the lab," Sheryl chided. "It's a busy lab." Rachel was majoring in genetics. She wanted to study genetic diseases and help find cures. It was kind of ironic; Rachel practically agoraphobic. Her biggest fear was other people. She didn't like strangers. Huge crowds like the one she had just waded through were terrifying. The human genome was mapped out. This was a big thing in biology. Rachel felt her place was in genetic research. This was her belief since her father died twelve years earlier. She wanted to find a cure for Huntington's disease. It was her life goal. The thought that it might happen to her, scared Rachel to death. Her time may be limited. This was the reason she spent so much time in the lab. "Call in just this one time," Sheryl suggested. "You need to have some fun. If you spend your whole college career in the lab, how do expect to accomplish the other goal of high education?" "Other goal?" Rachel knew what her roommate meant. She heard the same speech from Mom every weekend. Now she was getting it from Sheryl. "You've been talking to my mom again," Rachel accused. "Sorry," Sheryl said softly. "She just wants you to have some fun for once in your life. I agree. You should live life to its fullest in college. Rachel's green eyes wandered to Casey's face. He was just sitting quietly on the desk chair smiling. He was handsome. He had sandy blonde hair to his shoulders. His blue eyes were surprisingly vivid. He had a slender face with high cheekbones. His nose was long and graceful. It fit the face well. He kind of resembled a very young version of David Bowie. Rachel had always had a crush on David Bowie. She blushed. Casey met Rachel's observing stare. She averted her eyes and lowered her head. Casey thought Rachel had a sweet innocence about her. He'd had a few classes with her in the past. He was a pre-med student. Thought she was kind of stuck up. She never talked to anyone, except the professors after class. He even thought once that she was doing favors for grades. He shook his head This was why she never talked to her peers. She wasn't stuck up or turning trick for grades. She was just shy. The realization made Casey feel very attracted to her. He watched and listened as Rachel and Sheryl had their dispute. Rachel could stop looking at Casey. He was somehow familiar. She couldn't put her finger on it. She shrugged and lay back in her pillow. "I can't go tonight!" Rachel said annoyed at her roommate's persistence. Sheryl started to answer, but Casey stopped her. "Maybe some other time then?" he offered politely. Rachel looked at him once more. She smiled. "Sure, some other time." "Wow!" Sheryl said triumphantly. "She gave you rain check. That's more than I've ever got, you stud." "Thanks," Casey responded cheerfully. "Let's get out of here and let here sleep. She was at the library all night again." Sheryl took on the nagging concerned voice of Rachel's mother. "Good bye Sheryl," Rachel whined. She only wanted some sleep. "I was nice meeting you Casey," Rachel said politely and extended her hand from the loft bed. Casey took her hand and kissed the back. "I enjoyed meeting you too." The kiss made Rachel blush. The heat of his breath tickled her skin. His lips were soft and velvety. He even had a slight British accent. She reconsidered the offer. "When is this party?" He really did look like Rachel's biggest crush. Sheryl smiled. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Are you actually thinking about going?" "Yes, maybe I could use a night off. I've been working in that lab everyday for a year." "I know. Looks like you won her over Casey. Good job." "So when and where do I go?" Casey gave Rachel a map and invitation. She read over it and smiled. "I can find this easy. I'll be there." "Promise?" Sheryl teased. "I promise. But I need a nap first." "Okay. We're leaving, for real." Casey and Sheryl left the dorm room. Rachel sighed and laid her head on her pillow. Rachel lay awake on her bed. She kept thinking of Casey. He invited her to a party, with a formal invitation. He was really cute. And Rachel had been working pretty hard lately. Doctor Gordon wouldn't mind if she took just one night off. He was understanding like that. Rachel found the cordless right by her pillow. Had Sheryl left it there? Was she so sure Rachel would cave? They had become pretty good friends this year. They were even talking about getting a house together off campus for next year. The beeps of the number on the receiver rang in Rachel's head as she dialed the professor's number. The phone on the other end rang several times. It seemed like forever. Why wasn't his voice mail on? Rachel was about to hang up when the other line got answered. "Hello?" "Hello, Dr. Gordon. This is Rachel." "Good afternoon Rachel. How are you?" "I'm okay, thank you. I was calling because I'm not going to be in tonight." "You're not?" Dr. Gordon sounded shocked. "Are you sure you're okay? You're not sick or hurt?" "No I just think I need a night off. All the excitement of the genome project is getting to me. I want to relax." "I think that's a good idea Rachel. You do work too much. Even I take time off." Rachel giggled, Dr. Gordon was a workaholic. He was almost always in a lab or teaching a class or doing something work related. But he always took Sunday off. She knew he would understand. "Do you have anything planned?" Gordon asked. "It was kind of spur of the moment, but yes. I'm going to a party." "Wow! You must be stressed," Gordon teased. He was a nice guy. Always looking to make a joke. "Take tomorrow off too. You know I won't be there." "Okay. Thank you Dr. Gordon." "Don't be so formal," Gordon teased for the millionth time. "How many times have I told you to call me Michael?" "Sorry. Michael. See you on Monday." "Have a good time and don't worry." "Thank you Michael. Bye." "Good bye dear." Rachel turned off the phone. She laid back and closed her eyes. What was it about Casey? His eyes were still boring through her. The kiss on her hand still warmed her entire body. "Oooh," Rachel whined, "I can't sleep. I'm so damned tired; why can't I sleep?" It was a rhetorical question to her self. Her hand moved to her crotch. She felt that all too familiar lonely pleasure. Rachel had had sex once. On her prom night. She went out with Steven Brown. He was cute, kind of nerdy, but cute. It was a nice date. Steven sure knew how to treat a lady. He was the sweetest boy in the whole school. He was also quite popular with the other girls. Rachel and Steven worked together on many homework assignments. He was her only friend growing up. She really did like him. When he asked her to prom Rachel almost fainted. And he was a great lover. But he was gone now. Rachel felt a tear in her eye. Steven was killed in a car accident the day after prom. Rachel missed him terribly. She missed his jokes. His laughter. His warm arms around her. She missed his kisses and probing hands. And the orgasms he gave her. Rachel often thought about Steven when she masturbated. It was his hand stroking her wet crotch. Rachel took her jeans off. Her panties followed quickly. She searched for her vibrator. It was always Steven's hard cock pushing into her. It wasn't just a toy. The vibrator was safely tucked under her pillow, just where she last left it. Rachel lay down again. She resumed fingering herself. She imagined Steven lying next to her kissing her and exploring her body. His sweet words melted her nervousness away. She wanted him desperately. The hard tip of his penis touched her lips as he prepared to enter her. He stopped. "Are you sure about this?" his voice echoed in Rachel's mind. "Yes," Rachel answered urgent to feel him inside her. Penetration. It hurt initially. Rachel almost cried. Steven started to pull out, but she stopped him. The back stroke of his penis sent shivers through her. It was wonderful. If he'd stopped then, Rachel would've cried. In and out, slowly. Waves of ecstasy coursed through Rachel. She moaned softly. She knew it wasn't really Steven, but the images were so real. It felt like him. He moved faster…faster. Rachel's moans grew louder. She was close to orgasm. Her finger turned on the vibrator. It was such a wonderful release. She came over and over. The side of the vibrator rubbed against her clitoris. The sensation sent Rachel into ecstasy. She came again and again. Her hips gyrated. Sweat wetted her skin. The final orgasm was intense. She cried out and relaxed. Finally, sleep could come. It had been a while since Rachel last masturbated. Too long. She felt pretty good. But sleep did not come. Rachel sighed and climbed off the bed. She grabbed her towel and shampoo and walked quickly to the shower. She didn't mind walking around half nude. She was getting used to the eyes pawing over her. The warm water pelted Rachel's back. It was nice. She hummed Aerosmith's song "Angel" as she got clean. It was one of her favorites. She remembered Steven lying in front of her face. He ran his fingers through her hair gently after they'd made love. He told her how much he loved the long red locks. At the time Rachel's hair fell to her butt. Steven said he'd be heartbroken if she ever cut it off. She promised to keep her hair long. Then he said he had been in love with her all through high school. "I love you, Rachel." He voice was sincere. His caress told the same story. Rachel cried when he said those words. "What's wrong, darling?" "Nothing," Rachel had assured him. "I never thought anyone could be in love with me. Especially you." "You're the nicest girl in school. I've loved you since the day we met. I do now. I always will." Those word fed Rachel's passion. She'd reached out and caressed his face. Now, for some reason, Rachel couldn't remember his beautiful face. It broke her heart. Rachel turned the water off. Her hair was growing back quickly. It was just past her shoulders now. The day Rachel heard the news that Steven was dead, she shave every strand from her head. She remembered hearing about Native Americans doing that, centuries ago as a sign of mourning. She wore a fancy hat to hide her baldness at his memorial service. When no one was looking, Rachel had lifted the coffin lid. He was mangled badly. His beautiful face was bloodied and smashed. Rachel almost threw up. She swallowed the bile out of respect to her lover. She kissed him passionately on his mangled lips. "I love you. I always have. I always will." She placed her tightly braided hair in his cold broken hands. "I want you to have this, my love. It is a symbol of my vow to you. I will never cut my hair again, for you." "Rachel?" Sheryl's voice brought Rachel back to the present. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" She realized she was crying, sobbing loudly. "I'm alright," she lied. Sheryl pulled back the shower curtain. Her blue eyes were filled with worry. "You don't sound alright." Rachel wiped her face on her towel. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about an old friend." "Steven?" Rachel was shocked. She never said anything to Sheryl about him. "Did my mom tell you?" "No," Sheryl answered honestly. "I've heard you cry out for him in your sleep. You do it a lot when you're stressed out." "What else do you know?" "Just his name. That's all I understand." "Oh," Rachel sighed. "Was he an old boyfriend?" "Kind of. We were friends in high school. We only went on one date." Sheryl scowled, "So he was that kind of friend?" Rachel shook her head sadly. "No. It wasn't like that at all. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. He loved me. I loved him." "What happened?" Sheryl was really confused. "He died the day after prom. Our only date." "Oh, sweetie, that's horrible." "He was run off the road by a sleeping truck driver. His body was shredded. My heart was too. I gave him all of my hair." Sheryl stood there silently offering her shoulder to Rachel. She stoked Rachel's hair softly. Is this what ate at Rachel everyday since they met? Sheryl felt tears stinging her eyes. Sheryl stepped back, "You need to have some fun tonight. Come on let's get you dressed." Rachel nodded silently and wrapped her towel around herself. Sheryl grabbed Rachel's belongings and led the way to their room. Rachel was surprised to find Casey sitting on Sheryl's bed again. He smiled warmly at her. Rachel's stomach fluttered. "Hi," Rachel greeted in a raspy voice. Casey wrinkled his forehead. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine now. Thank you for asking." "That's good to hear. I hope to see you at my party tonight." Rachel smiled. Casey was so sweet. "I'll be there." Rachel turned to rummage through the closet. She frowned; nothing good to wear. All of her clothes were so boring. Jeans, t-shirts and sweaters, nothing pretty. She chose a pair of newer jeans and her nicest sweater. It wasn't much, but it was the best she could do. Her towel fell to the floor. This was embarrassing. Casey was still sitting there on the bed. She could see his eyes sweeping over her naked body in the mirror on the closet door. Rachel blushed hard. She was used to walking around the dorm in just a t-shirt, but it was different being completely naked in front of strange eyes. Casey averted his eyes. Rachel put on a matching pair of royal blue satin thong panties and a lacey royal blue bra. She always liked wearing sexy underwear for some reason. She never expected anyone else to see them, but they made her feel kind of sexy. Rachel felt a lot more comfortable with underwear on. She went and sat next to Casey on the bed. She noticed a slight bulge in his jeans and blushed again. Why did she look? This was so awkward. She looked at Sheryl. Sheryl was just sitting at the desk and watching the situation. She looked highly amused. "I don't have anything good to wear. Maybe I should go shopping before the party." "Good idea," Sheryl agreed. "Do you want to come with me?" "That's cool, get dressed and I'll drive." Casey was feeling his erection intensely. It was becoming painful. Rachel had such a marvelous body. Her hips were wide and curvy. Her back was graceful. Her vertebrae show just barely through her skin. Her breasts looked so soft. Her belly, thighs and calves were firm and sinewy. She must exercise often. He couldn't wait to see what she would wear at the party. But he needed to take of himself before that. "I think, I'll go home and wait for you two there," Casey said softly. Rachel's eyes wandered to his pants again. Why? Rachel looked into his vivid blue eyes and smiled. He was so attractive. She wanted to talk to him more. She remembered where she'd seen him. He was in many of her classes. That meant he was smart too. "Do you have a lot of work to do?" Rachel asked. "Not much." He studied her face. She had thousands of freckles all over her nose and cheeks. They accented her beauty. Her red lips were full and fixed in a smile, which lit up her very sexy green eyes. He never noticed just how pretty she was. "All I need to do is get the keg and some snack food," Casey continued. "When we get done shopping, I could help you with the finishing touches if you want," Rachel offered. She was surprised at her own boldness. She was never this out going. Her heart raced in her chest. "If it's okay with you, that is." "I'd like the help," Casey returned warmly. Rachel and Sheryl arrived at the mall. Rachel rarely went shopping. And this was the first time since high school that she'd come to the mall on a Saturday. There were hundreds of people everywhere. Kids were screaming, laughing, and running around their parents. People piled high with bags from various stores. This was almost too much. Rachel wanted to just turn around and leave. But Sheryl was standing right beside her, blocking the path to the door. Rachel slowly walked through the sea of people. Sheryl stayed close by her side. It was a great comfort having Sheryl so close. Love & Death Pt. 01 Rachel felt Sheryl's finger intertwine with hers. It was a nice feeling. Rachel smiled and squeezed Sheryl's hand softly. The gesture was returned. "You really like Casey don't you?" Sheryl asked cheerfully. "He's really nice. And cute," Rachel replied. "I think he likes you too." "Really?" "Yeah, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you." "I was naked," Rachel said dryly. "Even after you got dressed he was staring." Rachel just smiled. Maybe he does like me, Rachel thought. Rachel entered a store filled with women's clothing. There were many very hot summer dresses. Rachel decided to buy three of them. Maybe it would be a good idea to have some nicer clothes, just in case. Casey looked out the window anxiously. He wondered when the girls would show up. He couldn't get Rachel's smile out of his head, he wanted to see it again. She was very sexy. Just thinking about that beautiful smile, made him hard again. He moaned in frustration. He checked the driveway again. Sheryl's mustang was coming towards the house quickly. He smiled when he saw that Rachel was in the passenger seat. She looked awesome. Rachel and Sheryl walked to the door chatting happily. Rachel fidgeted nervously. She wondered if Casey would find her attractive. She wanted him to. "Don't worry so much," Sheryl chided. "You look great. Casey will be all over you." Rachel kind of liked the thought. She wanted Casey to think she was hot. Sheryl was so beautiful in her tight black mini skirt and frilly tight shirt. Rachel didn't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothing. She wore a long black sleeveless dress. It hugged her curves wonderfully, but she was afraid she wouldn't compare to her roommate. She twisted her hair out of habit. Casey stood in the open doorway, "Good evening ladies." Casey's soft British accent sent chills through Rachel. His voice was so lovely. She wanted to talk to him all night just to hear his voice. She watched him shake Sheryl's hand. When he extended his hand to her, Rachel offered hers. She was surprised when he bowed and kissed her knuckles instead of shaking her hand. His kiss had the same effect it had earlier. Rachel's cheeks burned from blushing. Her heart fluttered and her nipples hardened. She looked down self-consciously. Her nipple poked through the fabric of the dress and her bra. She wondered if Casey had noticed. She looked into his exquisite blue eyes; a warm feeling passed through her. "You look very lovely," Casey said after an awkward pause. "Thank you. You look nice too." Casey's smile grew. He escorted his guests into the house. "I've finished setting everything up. So we can just sit around and relax." "Sounds cool," Sheryl replied. Sheryl sat on an oversize chair. Rachel took a seat on the beaten up old sofa. She was more relaxed. The couch was comfy. She sat back a looked around the living room. It was a nice house. She wondered how much a place like this cost. The living room was very large and open. There were various posters all over the walls. Most of them were amusing, some of them crude. This was a bachelor pad all right. Rachel wondered how many housemates Casey had. Did he share a room? Why did she care? Casey returned with three plastic cups full of beer. He was classy. The beer was a dark rich brown color. It was mellow and hoppy. Rachel had never tasted beer like this before. She really enjoyed it. "Mmmm," Rachel said, "this is good. What is it?" "It's my own special recipe. Brewing is a hobby of mine." "I thought you were getting a keg," Sheryl commented. "I did," Casey answered. "This is just for the most special guests." "Thanks," Rachel said with a smile. Casey was sitting very close. Rachel liked the closeness. She brusher fingers against the back of Casey's hand shyly. He responded by taking her hand in his. Casey stood and pulled Rachel to her feet. "Come let me give you the grand tour." "I'd like that." Rachel looked at Sheryl for a second. "Go," Sheryl encouraged. "I've seen all there is to see in this house." "Are you sure you won't get bored?" "I'll be fine," Sheryl told her. "Robert and Jonathan will be here any moment. The other guest will be here soon too." "Robert and Jonathan?" Rachel looked at Casey. "Are they your roommates?" "Yep," Casey replied. Rachel let Casey lead her by the hand through the house. Casey was really sweet. His manners were excellent. They talked about school while Casey showed Rachel the house. Rachel found it interesting that Casey was studying medicine. Steven wanted to be a doctor too. In fact Casey seemed to have some similarities to Steven in the way he acted and carried himself. Casey opened a door and walked in. Rachel followed closely. It was a large bedroom. Probably the master bedroom. The bed was huge. A large kind of tacky comforter with animal print covered the mattress. The head board was elegant though. Intricate carvings of vines ran from the side to the center of the large piece of heavy oak. Music started playing loudly in the lower level of the house. Rachel ignored it as she took in every detail of Casey's bedroom. She wondered why he'd closed the door behind him. Was he going to try something? No Casey didn't seem the type. She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck. Casey had some lovely cologne on. It really enhanced his male scent. Casey put his arms around Rachel's slender waist. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Maybe he was that type after all. Casey let go of Rachel when he saw how nervous she was. "I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I know that was out of line. It's just that you're so beautiful…" "It's okay," Rachel said warmly. She took his hand and stepped close to him. "I have been touched like that in a long time. I guess I'm just not used to it." She guided his hand to her waist. It felt good to be touched again. She wanted to kiss him, but didn't. She didn't have the nerve to make an advance like that so soon after meeting someone. Casey did however. He pulled her into a long passionate kiss. He felt a flame shoot through him. He wondered if Rachel felt it too. He ended the kiss and looked into her eyes. Sparkling like emeralds. She was so beautiful. Why hadn't he seen it before? There was sadness in Rachel's lovely green eyes that made Casey's heart ache for her pain. What happened to make her so sad, Casey wondered. He wanted to ask but didn't want to pry. "I think we should go join the party," Casey whispered softly into Rachel's ear. "I think we should," Rachel agreed. She was breathless. His warm breath on her ear and sweet British accent consumed her senses. She breathed in his scent as well as she could. It was so wonderful in her nostrils. Rachel walked with Casey her hand in his back to the living room, which was filling quickly. His hand was comforting, warm. Rachel leaned on his shoulder. Why did he feel so familiar? She'd known him for a few hours, but it felt like an eternity. She was afraid her heart would be broken in the morning, but she wanted to just enjoy the moment. There were a lot more people than Rachel had expected. She hated a crowd. She looked suspiciously at Casey then searched the crowd for Sheryl. She spotted the unmistakable blonde hair and ass. She grabbed Casey's hand and moved towards her roommate. "You two said there weren't going to be many people," Rachel accused. She was pretty upset. Casey shrugged, "I was probably one of my roommates. They promised there wouldn't be a crowd." Rachel looked at Sheryl. "I didn't know, honestly," Sheryl yelled above the noise. "I wouldn't have asked you to come if I knew." "I don't care, I'm leaving," Rachel yelled nervously. She made her way to the door. Casey grabbed her around the waist. "Don't go. We can go back upstairs and talk. I want to get to know you more." "Okay," Rachel relented. His pleading blue eyes were impossible to deny. Rachel followed at his heels. She didn't want to be separated from him in the mob. "Hey, Casey," a man about three feet away yelled. Casey looked when he heard his name. "That's my roommate Robert. Let's go see what he wants." Rachel nodded and followed. She felt withdrawn. She couldn't speak. All she wanted was to get out of there. But she followed Casey without protest. "Who's your guest?" Robert asked. "This is Sheryl's roommate, Rachel," Casey introduced her. "Hello Rachel," Robert extended his hand. "I'm please to meet such a lovely woman." Robert was kind of eloquent. Rachel liked him quite a bit. "Thank you," Rachel answered, "it's nice to meet you too." "Rob," Casey intruded, "did you invite all these people?" Rob threw his hands up, "Not me. This is Jonathan's doing." Casey rolled his eyes. "Figures. Come on Rachel let's get you out of here." They made their way to the stairs again. Casey had his arm around Rachel's shoulder. She leaned against him. It felt so familiar being so close to Casey. Casey's room was quiet. Rachel was glad to be away from the huge mob downstairs. She smiled at Casey. "Thanks for understanding," she whispered. Casey stepped close to Rachel. Their faces were just a few inches apart. He put his hands around her waist. "I didn't want to lose your company so soon." Rachel smiled shyly. He was so close. Rachel could feel his breath when he exhaled. His lips were on hers again. Rachel thought the kiss was magical. She returned it and put her arms around Casey. Casey couldn't explain the attraction he had to Rachel. It seemed it was more than her physical beauty. Although, she was very beautiful. He couldn't put his finger on it. He only knew that he wanted her to be with at all times. Rachel couldn't let the kiss end so soon. She pulled Casey to her again. It felt so right kissing him. She knew that if he tried to go further, she wouldn't stop him. Rachel only hoped that he wouldn't break her heart. "You are so beautiful Rachel," Casey whispered between kisses. "I never realized how beautiful are until now." Casey unzipped Rachel's dress. She let it fall to the floor. His hand felt wonderful on her bare skin. She pulled away for a moment. The hunger in Rachel's green eyes stunned Casey. She was so reserved most of the time. He was surprised that she let him take her dress off. But the obvious desire, which she didn't try to hide, was shocking. He wanted her badly, but he wondered if it would be right. "Tell me this isn't just a one night stand," Rachel pleaded. "I don't think I could handle it if you never called me again." "It's not," Casey responded honestly. "I'll call you tomorrow and everyday after that if you'll let me." Rachel smiled and melted back into his arms. Casey sounded sincere enough. Even if he didn't make good on his vow, she would enjoy this moment with the promise he would. She kissed him passionately. She explored his mouth with her tongue. Rachel's kisses were becoming more urgent, more heated. Casey felt strange. He'd been with several women, but none of them made him feel the way that Rachel did. She had a power in her kiss, touch, and eyes that he found addictive. He just wanted to stand there and kiss her. He wanted to take this slowly, make it last for a long time. They walked towards the bed slowly. Kissing and caressing each other. It had never felt so good to kiss or be kissed for either of them. Rachel hadn't felt this way since Steven died her senior year of high school. Casey was intoxicating. Had Steven made her feel this intense? She couldn't remember…wait…no, Steven was a wonderful man, but he didn't have such a strong effect. Maybe it was because Rachel had never felt so lonely. Casey helped to fill the whole left by Steven's death. Casey wasn't sure what to think. Rachel seemed really into what they were doing, but he wondered if he'd be taking advantage of her if they went further. He was torn, he wanted her desperately. Were her feelings genuine? Her kisses said yes, but what about her heart? He couldn't understand why he was so concerned about her. "Do you really want to do this?" Casey breathed heavily into Rachel's ear. "Yes," Rachel answered honestly. Then she pulled his head to hers so she could kiss his mouth. "It's been so long since I've been with some one else. I want to be with you now." She kissed him again. "I need you now. I can't explain it, but I think I'm in love with you. I know we just met, I'm sorry." "For what?" "I'm worried I made you uncomfortable." "Not at all." Casey buried his face in Rachel's neck. He kissed her throat, jaw, and ears. Casey opened Rachel's bra. It opened in front and fell to the sides of her breasts. Her nipples were already very hard. He suckled each nipple tenderly. Her breathing became faster. Soft moans rose in the air. Rachel had never felt so wonderful. Casey's mouth was warm and wet. His kisses sent shivers of pleasure through her entire body. Each kiss was slow and lingering. It was like he was trying to memorize her body with his mouth. Casey kissed Rachel's belly. He smiled when she squirmed. Rachel was exquisite. He fed on her sweat as he kissed every inch of her flesh. He tugged at her panties with his teeth. They slid down her shapely hips and thighs with ease. Her ruby red pubic hair was neatly trimmed and glistened in the low light. He rubbed his finger on the slit between her legs. He was pleased to find her wet. He kissed her inner thigh, slowly moving toward her throbbing clitoris. He breathed in her scent. It was heavenly Rachel moved towards Casey's exploring mouth. His hot breath was on her lips. His tongue lapped at her clit. He nibbled on it softly. Rachel moaned as the sensation coursed through her. She writhed under Casey's tongue and fingers. They penetrated her. Rachel moaned louder. She opened her eyes momentarily and watched Casey eating her out in the mirror above the bed. It was erotic seeing Casey feast on her juices. She watched as well as she could. Casey looked up at Rachel's face. He smiled. He was glad she enjoyed watching him pleasuring her. He wanted her so badly. His hard cock ached to feel her. He kissed her belly, lingering at her navel. Rachel really seemed to like that. Casey darted his tongue into Rachel's belly button again. She squirmed beautifully. Her urgent whines were louder, more intense. He had to take her. He rose to her face. She welcomed his kisses eagerly. Rachel tugged at Casey's shirt. It came off quickly. She felt him rub his bulging jeans on her crotch and moaned. It was great, but she wanted him inside of her. Soon. "Take me Casey," Rachel whined, "Please take me." Casey couldn't deny that sweet plea. He took off his jeans quickly. He put on a condom, and then plunged into Rachel's waiting vagina. It felt pretty tight. It was nice. Casey moaned softly. It had never felt so right being inside of a woman before. Rachel embraced Casey tightly. She came almost immediately after he penetrated her. This was so much better than her old vibrator. The warmth of his body, the smell of his sweat, everything made it wonderful. She kissed his neck, licked his throat and blew softly in his ear. Rachel sent shivers through Casey. He held her close and kissed her milky white neck. This woman was a goddess. Her scent filled his nose. Her taste still lingered on his tongue. He savored it as he made love to her. Rachel felt like she was going to explode with the emotions and sensations that possessed her. She was completely sure she was in love with this man she met just a few hours earlier. She prayed that the feeling was mutual. Her heart ache was eased with every orgasm Casey gave her. He could be the one to completely heal her wounds. Casey kissed Rachel's mouth passionately. Her acceptance made him feel almost giddy. Most girls weren't this into love making. They just laid there and let you do as you pleased. Rachel returned every kiss, every caress. Casey couldn't hold back any longer. He came and relaxed on top of Rachel. Rachel sighed. This was heaven. She stroked Casey's hair idlely. It was soaked with his sweat. She smiled as he rolled off of her and discarded the used condom. His skin glistened with the sweat that soaked his hair. He looked kind of exotic. "That was wonderful," Rachel breathed. "I haven't felt that way in too long. Thank you." Casey looked into Rachel's shining eyes. "It was wonderful. You are a marvelous woman." He kissed her lips tenderly. "Thank you for letting me worship you." Rachel beamed. Casey's words were so beautiful; she felt tears sting her eyes. "I've never done any thing like this." Rachel felt excited about what had just happened. "I'm usually pretty shy. But I feel like I've known you for a long time. I just hope you won't break my heart, Casey." Casey ran his fingers along her cheek gently. "I have no intention of letting you go anytime soon. I don't usually move so fast either. But I felt a connection with you." He watched the radiant smile return to Rachel's full red lips. His heart fluttered. "God, you're a beautiful woman." He kissed her again. "Do you want to see if the party is any less crowded?" Casey asked softly. "I'm kind of hungry." Rachel felt her stomach growl. She giggled. "I think that would be a good idea." She grabbed her purse and pulled out a cigarette. "Do you mind if I smoke?" "You know those things are bad for you, right?" Casey teased as he lit her cigarette and pulled one out for himself. "They're no better for you," Rachel retorted playfully. "I usually only smoke when really stressed out, which lately is often," she explained more seriously. "Yeah, I can see that. Genetics is a busy field right now. What are you hoping to study exactly?" "Huntington's disease. I killed my father. I'm hoping I got passed over, but you can't be too sure." Casey frowned. "That's awful. How young were you when he died?" "I was twelve. He committed suicide when it started to get bad. He didn't want to live as a corpse for year after year. He was worried about the strain it would put on my mother and me." "That's pretty sad." Rachel sat thoughtfully for a moment. She couldn't believe she was telling him such intimate details. She wondered if it would put him off if she told him about Steven. It would be better to save it for another day. "I don't blame him," Rachel said suddenly. "I think if it happens to me, I might do the same. I don't want to live like that either. But maybe, with the genome mapped, we can find a treatment that works." "I hope so. It's a horrible disease." Casey didn't know anyone personally who'd suffered through it, but he'd learned about it in his biology and physiology courses. He found himself hoping urgently that it had passed Rachel over. He wanted to see her grow old. He wanted to be next to her when she did. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I can't believe the effect you have on me, woman," Casey said with a smile. "I feel like we'll be together for a while." "I hope so." Rachel smiled and crushed the butt of her cigarette in the ashtray. She had a feeling he wasn't just sweet talking her. "I think we should get dressed and get food. I'd like a beer too." "A girl after my own heart." The party was still just as crowded as it was when Casey and Rachel left. But Rachel didn't mind for some reason. She felt quite relaxed on Casey's arm. She was friendly to everyone and just enjoyed the evening. "Hey!" Sheryl cried out as she approached Rachel and Casey. "I was looking for you everywhere. I thought you actually left, Rachel." "I almost did," Rachel admitted. "But Casey convinced me to stay." "Did you have a good time?" Sheryl asked politely. "Yeah. It was kind of a fun party." "Good. I was wondering if you wanted a ride back to the dorm." Love & Death Pt. 01 Rachel looked at Casey then at Sheryl. She didn't feel ready to go yet, but Sheryl seemed eager to leave. Casey brushed Rachel's hair from her neck. He kissed her softly. "Go if you want. I'll call you in the morning." "Whoa!" Sheryl said cheerfully. "You two really hit it off, didn't you?" Rachel wrinkled her nose. Sheryl's breath reeked. "How much did you drink?" "Too much. I feel sick." Rachel sighed in frustration. She wanted to stay with Casey longer, but she wasn't going to let Sheryl drive in her condition. "Give me your keys," Rachel ordered. "Why?" Sheryl whined in protest. "Because if you don't, I'll slash your tires so you can't drive." "OH," Sheryl pouted and shoved her keys into Rachel's open palm. "Good girl. I've always wanted to drive your car anyway." Rachel smiled proudly. Then she turned to Casey, "Call me as soon as you wake up." "I will," he promised. "Maybe we can do breakfast, and lunch." Rachel kissed him affectionately. "I'd like that. Thank you for the wonderful evening." "The pleasure was all mine." Rachel escorted Sheryl to the passenger seat of the white mustang. She opened the door for her roommate. Sheryl got in and crossed her arms over her breasts in a pout. "Don't do that," Rachel said firmly. "You'll thank me in the morning, when you wake up and still have your pretty face and a clean record." Cheryl smiled, "You think my face is pretty?" "Yes. It's very pretty." "Oh Rachel, you're so nice." Rachel drove toward the highway. She wanted to see what this car could do. She always had. Sheryl, who was dozing, jumped up in her seat. "Where are you going?" "I told you, I've always wanted to drive your car. That's want I'm doing." Rachel kept driving while Sheryl dozed off again. She got onto the exit ramp and drove to a local diner. She really enjoyed driving the car. "Sheryl, sweetie wake up." Sheryl opened her eyes. "Where are we?" she moaned. "I'm buying you some coffee. And food." Sheryl was almost completely sober when they had their food brought to them. She was grateful for Rachel's kindness. Sheryl ate her food slowly. Rachel seemed different. She was glowing. "Did you have fun at the party?" Sheryl asked kindly. "Yes," Rachel responded between bites of food. "I'm glad you and Casey convinced me to go." "You really like him don't you?" "Very much. I feel like I've known him for a long time." "I'm happy for you. I've been trying to snag him for a while. He's hard to get." "He is?" "Did you…?" Sheryl stopped with a fry raised half way to her lips. "Did I, what?" "Sleep with him." Rachel blushed hard as she remembered how Casey made her feel. "Oh, my God you did, didn't you?" Sheryl was grinning. "Yes I did." "I can't believe it. You aren't like that." "Normally I'm not. But Casey made me feel so wonderful. I couldn't stop him." "I've heard that about him." "What?" "That he's a phenomenal lover." "He is." Rachel sipped her coffee to hide the blush on her cheeks. She wondered if Casey talked to all of his lovers the way he talked to her earlier. The thought saddened her. What if it was just sweet talk? No, it was more, Rachel knew it. "What else do you know about him?" "Like I said he's normally hard to snag. But you did it quickly. He must really like you. After we left the dorm together earlier he kept asking questions about you. I think he liked you right away." Rachel relaxed. Sheryl's words made her feel easier. "I like him too. A lot." Rachel yawned and looked at her watch. "It's late. I think we should go home." "Yeah, you're right. Thanks for the coffee. I appreciate you're driving too." "No problem," Rachel held up the keys and smiled. "I'd like to drive home too." "Fine with me." It was a lot nicer driving with sherry awake and talking. Rachel told her about her experience with Casey in detail. She was very excited to spill her guts to Sheryl. Sheryl was just as excited to hear it. They parked in Sheryl's spot and got out of the car. Rachel felt light and giddy. The evening had been like a dream. Casey was sweet in every way. He made Rachel feel like a goddess. She wanted to feel his touch again. She hoped that he would keep his promise and call. Rachel slept peacefully for the first time in a while. Her dreams were filled with the memories of Casey's gentle touch and warm kisses. She almost felt them as she dreamed. The phone was astoundingly loud to Rachel. She wanted to ignore it and remain in her dream world, but it kept pinging and it was so damned loud. Finally she rolled over and searched for the phone. It was right by her pillow. That's why it was so loud. "Hello?" Rachel said groggily into the receiver. "Good morning is this Rachel?" it was Casey's sweet British accent. "Yes," Rachel answered sleepily. She was still quite tired, but she was glad to hear his voice. He kept his word. "Were you still asleep? I'm sorry." "Yes I was still sleeping. I had a late night. But it's nice to hear your voice, I don't mind that you called so early." "Early? It's noon. It's not that early." Rachel looked at her alarm clock. Sure enough it was noon. She giggled. "I'm sorry I slept so late. We missed breakfast." "That's okay. We can get breakfast now if you'd like." "I'd like that. Be here in ten minutes." "Okay," Casey agreed and hung up the phone. Rachel hopped out of bed. Sheryl was gone. She shrugged and rummaged through Sheryl's nightstand. She left a dollar to replace the condoms she took. Rachel went to the closet. She found a teddy she'd bought earlier in the year. It had been an impulse buy. She never expected to wear it for anyone, but herself. It was red satin trimmed with black lace. The built-in bra pushed up her breast, giving her nice cleavage. The lingerie was strapless. Rachel felt very erotic wearing it. She hoped Casey would like it. Rachel saw a pair of boots that belonged to Sheryl. They were black suede and thigh high. Rachel wondered if Sheryl would be upset if she borrowed them. Rachel slipped on some silk stocking. They hugged her firm thigh wonderfully. "You look sexy," Sheryl said as she walked into the room. Rachel whirled around and looked at her roommate. Sheryl was drying her hair. "I thought you'd left." "Not yet. Did you want me to?" Rachel held up the boots. "Can borrow these? We wear the same size." "Sure," Sheryl answered. "Hot date?" "I hope so," Rachel answered with a smile. "I'm leaving soon. I won't come back 'til you call my cell." Sheryl got dressed and left. Rachel was glad to have the place to herself for a while. Rachel combed her hair languidly. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. The suede of the boots rode up her slender shapely thigh. Her breasts were prominent in the teddy. The stockings rose just above the boots. Rachel felt incredibly sexy. She hoped that Casey would agree. There was a soft knock at the door. Rachel's heart was pounding. She couldn't believe what she was doing, even after the previous night. This was totally out of character for her. "Who's there?" Rachel asked cheerfully. "Casey, love." Rachel's smile grew. Her stomach fluttered. She really wanted to seduce him. She walked gracefully to the door. It opened inward, this was a good thing. Rachel opened the door and stood behind it out of Casey's line of view. As soon as he stepped into the dorm room, Rachel closed and locked the door behind him. She stepped up behind Casey and put her arms around him tightly. She laid her head on his back and listened to his rapid heartbeat. "How are you feeling this morning?" Rachel whispered. "Very good," Casey answered. He stroked Rachel's hand lovingly. "Mmmm, that feels nice," Rachel breathed in his ear. "Yes it does." Rachel stepped back and allowed Casey to turn around. He was so beautiful. His face lit up as he moved his eyes over Rachel's body. Rachel felt the blood rushing to her clitoris and vulva. Her nipples hardened. She stepped close to him again and kissed him. "I don't know what you've done to me," Rachel said breathlessly, "but I can't get your touch out of my head. Touch me, please." Casey ran his hand over Rachel's back. He undid the hooks on the teddy. He wanted to feel her skin, badly. Rachel's skin was so soft and fragrant. There was nothing more pleasing to his hands than Rachel's skin. Rachel helped Casey get the obstructive garment out of his way. She reveled in his hands moving slowly and sensually over her body. His hands were soft. They felt wonderful. Rachel untucked Casey's shirt and pulled it over his head. Casey was surprised by Rachel's forwardness. He didn't know what to think, but he felt like they were right together. Maybe that's what Rachel was thinking too. He kissed her and felt the passion spark. Making love to a woman had never felt so right. Casey couldn't believe the emotions that coursed through him. He caressed Rachel's smooth back and upper thighs. Her skin was softer than any other woman's that he had felt. He could see the desire burning brightly in her green eyes. It made his heart flutter. His stomach flipped. "What kind of spell have you put on me woman?" Casey accused playfully. He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. "No one has ever made me feel this way." Rachel just smiled and put her arms around Casey's neck. She kissed more hungrily. The feelings that coursed through her were as much a mystery to her as Casey's feelings were for him. Steven had made Rachel feel wonderful, but he hadn't made her feel so strongly. Casey's effect on her was astounding. Rachel would've done anything for him at that point. Casey buried his face in Rachel's neck. He kissed and sucked on her flesh like a starving man. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known," he whispered. "Then make love to me," Rachel responded. She hopped onto her bunk. Casey followed and pushed Rachel into the pillow. She giggled softly and waited for Casey's next move. Rachel was sure that she could be in love with him even though they had just met. She put her arms around him as he kissed her neck and ears. Making love was never so sweet. Casey savored every moment of the afternoon, pleasuring Rachel.