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Rhonda

By: bradley_stoke



A slight breeze blew through the garden, rustling the leaves in the trees and bending the stems of the tall flowers. A lamb lying down by the side of a small pond twitched its nostrils, but soon relaxed. This was about as rough as the weather ever got. The lamb returned to the flowers it was nibbling, unperturbed by the nearby presence of a lion on the other side of the pond. And why should it be bothered. The lion would no more wish it harm than he would himself. The sun stood high in the clear blue sky, just a single white cloud to break the utter blueness in front of which flew a squadron of migratory birds. 

The garden was peaceful but nor wholly quiet. Bees and other insects buzzed amongst the flowers and shrubbery. Birds sang melodiously from the fruit-laden boughs of the leafy trees. The slight breeze brought a welcome coolness to the warm air and added a rustle to the ambience. And amongst it all could be heard shrieks, gasps, cries and yells. The birds and the beasts in the garden were not troubled by it in the least. This was a noise to which they were accustomed. It was just Adam and Eve, the guardians and prime benefactors of the garden, once again indulging in passionate and totally abandoned lovemaking out in the open on the short grazed grass.

Ever since Adam woke up one morning to find a slight ache in his side and the beautiful sight of Eve beside him, there had been very few hours indeed where the couple had not indulged the passion they felt for each other and explored their sexuality in a world free of guilt and sin. Adam had not had to endure many days of solitude before Eve arrived, and like him she arrived fully grown and with no memory of an earlier time. He had never really questioned this. He assumed that this was how it should be. And, lo, what he had seen of the world was good and right, and he had no reason to believe that it should ever be otherwise.

Indeed, he had not been especially unhappy in the time before Eve arrived. He had plenty to do in exploring the grottoes and woods and ponds and streams of the garden. There were so many interesting and beautiful things to see and he knew all of them by name. As well he might, as there were no names before he granted them to the world. There were some places he preferred over others. He enjoyed bathing in the still waters of the pond or lazing on the grass lawns that spread out in all directions or climbing up the trees to regard the garden's vista stretching in all directions as far as he could see, towards the far distant horizon. But just as he had no conception of a time before he arrived in the garden, he was never much concerned about thoughts of a world beyond the garden.

And now with Eve, there was a new world to explore, and the garden itself was a world they could now explore together. When they weren't enjoying the fruits of the trees, they were enjoying the feel of their own bodies. There was so much to explore, and although Adam was sure that he knew every inch of Eve's flesh and loved every part of it, somehow he never lost his desire to explore it again and more thoroughly.

At the moment, Adam was thrusting in and out of Eve's spread open legs, her ankles interlocked behind the taut muscles of his buttocks, while she lay back on the short soft grass, her full apple-shaped breasts shaking up and down to the same rhythm as Adam's thrusts. The passion drove her face into expressions of agony, but this was the agony of achieving peaks of orgasmic ecstasy that was pushing her body close to the limits of endurance. Her long blonde hair splayed out in all directions for a yard or so. Her waist was slender but her hips were wider and round, perfectly designed to accommodate Adam's foot-long penis as it thrust back and forth, seemingly inexhaustible in how long it could stay erect and the volume of semen he could generate when self-restraint was finally sacrificed to his need to achieve an orgasm of which Eve would by now have had her own experience in the dozens. 

Eve looked up at Adam above her, his hands grasping her thighs and hips the better to keep thrusting into her. Although the long hair of her head came down to her waist, otherwise her hair, except on her crotch and under her arms, was very much sparser than Adam's. His chest and face was blessed with a growth of light brown hair that curled rather more than the shoulder-length hair that framed the penetrating green eyes and the warm reassuring smile of his face. She smiled back at Adam, her light green eyes sparkling in the sun, as her crotch pushed against his thrusting penis. She was so lucky. So fortunate. She lived in a beautiful place. And she loved the most beautiful man. She couldn't possibly ask for anyone more kind, more considerate, more loving or more virile. She was truly in Paradise.

And still Adam thrust away at her, as she melted and dissolved in the ecstasy to which she had become accustomed, until Eve could sense from the twitching movements of his penis inside her that he was himself at last about to come. This awareness merely heightened her passion and so, mutually and simultaneously, the two of them burst out in an orgasmic climax where their cries drowned out all other sounds in the garden. Adam released his semen deep inside Eve, intermixed with the juice her own passion had generated. This was they both felt the proper place for him to release his load. They had tried other alternatives. But somehow the taste of semen in Eve's mouth never matched the joy she felt when it was down below. And her arse had never felt as comfortable a receptacle as her vagina. 

And then the two collapsed, sated and exhausted, jerking spasms of semen trailing out of Adam's penis onto the grass and Eve's thighs. She could feel its trickle seep out between her legs and join the puddle on her inner thighs and in a small damp patch on the daisies and leaves of grass that brushed against them. The two of them lay together, arms and legs entangled, as the breeze brushed against the small hairs of their skin and ruffled Adam's beard. A heron strode close beside them, unconcerned about their presence, while a doe stood grazing within feet of Eve's face.

"I must wash myself," Eve remarked, as the juices became cracked and dry on their skin. "Do you want to come?"

Adam smiled, but shook his head. "I feel so relaxed. It's so beautiful here in the sun. I'll rest here. I'll see you later."

Eve smiled in return. There was nothing unusual in this. They had all the time in the world and whether they were together or apart, in spirit they always felt close together. And, of course, Eve had no conception of fear and no thought that solitude would in any sense make her more vulnerable. And vulnerable to what? There was nothing in the garden that could ever harm her. She stood up and stroked the doe on the head as he muzzled against Eve's hand. Her naked body was a delight to Adam as he lay there, the sun in his eyes as he watched her silhouetted figure stroll unhurriedly towards the wood where Eve's favourite pool awaited under the shadow of tall fruit trees and willows. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off to a post-coital doze.

Eve knew that Adam always felt so tired and exhausted after they had made love, as did she but somehow never to the same extent. This was just one of the many differences between the two of them that she loved and would never wish were any other way. She strode off, her hands brushing against the flowers and the heather that dotted the grass lawns, and entered the wood that afforded welcome shade from the midday sun. Birds flew through the trees welcoming her with their song, while squirrels and monkeys run up and down the branches as happy to see Eve as she was to see them. Her feet pressed down on the grass that protected her feet as she strolled unhurriedly along. She had no notion of wasting time or of ever being longer away from Adam than he might expect. In fact, time had almost no meaning to her at all.

And there ahead of her, shining in the sun in the opening between the trees, was the pool which she would soon sink into and bathe the stains of her passion away. But just by the pool was a white and red figure she'd never seen before. Her heart jumped a beat in anticipation. Another new being to which she could get acquainted. Like the elephant she met whose long trunk wrapped itself in friendship and affection around her slender waist. Or like the pair of unicorns who approached her and nuzzled her face, carefully ensuring that their horns would not harm her. Or the yale that jumped and danced for her pleasure. But this creature was different, and the strangest thing about it was that it resembled Adam and her. Indeed it much more resembled her than it did Adam. Long hair, breasts and a very feminine shape. Just like her own reflection as she saw it in the waters of the pool.

However, this person was very strange in other ways. She had long red curly hair that came down to her shoulders and bushed out. Her skin had a reddish hue to it, but where the skin wasn't red it was very white, unlike the slightly brown tanned skin that Adam and she had. But strangest of all was that she was wearing a short white skirt and a tight tee shirt that covered, but did not disguise, her full breasts, and white socks and trainers on her feet. She was bent over, a pair of knickers discarded and lying to one side of her, while her hands were busy stroking and caressing her vagina. She was far more intent on masturbation than on noticing Eve approach her. Eve had, of course, masturbated on occasion, but as she could rely on Adam to bring her more satisfying, more physical, sex, it wasn't something she felt the need to do very often.

"Hello there! Who are you?" Eve asked, not even thinking that she might be interrupting the girl's privacy.

The girl looked up at her with pale blue eyes and Eve could see that the source of the redness on her skin were small discreet spots which had she known she would have called freckles. This was strange in itself. She and Adam had no such spots on their perfect skin. These spots were at their most dense around her nose, but they were everywhere else as well. On her legs, her knees, her bare arms, her high forehead.

The girl pulled her hand away from her crotch with a start and pulled the white skirt over her groin. It came half way down her upper thighs and flared out at the hem. She looked up at Eve with a startled expression.

"Who're you? And why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I'm Eve. And what are you called? And what are 'clothes'?"

"Rhonda. That's what I'm called. Rhonda. Like the Beach Boys song. And clothes? Surely you can't be serious. These are clothes." She touched the fabric of her skirt and tugged her tee shirt forward. "You must know what clothes are."

"No. I've never seen things like that before. They must feel very strange on you." Eve smiled and knelt down next to Rhonda and stroked the soft cotton fabric of the dress by where Rhonda had just been masturbating.

"Are you shitting me? Is this some kind of weird nudist colony or something? Where the fuck am I?"

Eve was slightly puzzled by Rhonda's linguistic expressions, but she smiled quizzically. "This is the garden. That's all that it is. Don't you know? Do you come from somewhere else?"

Rhonda sat back resting her weight on her arms, and watched Eve stroke her clothes with a puzzled expression. "Well, hell. Of course I do. Venice Beach is where I was."

"'Venice Beach'? Is that near here?"

"It's in Los Angeles. You must have heard of it."

"No. What is 'Los Angeles'?"

"The City of Angels. California. Christ! You can't be that stupid. You aren't telling me you don't know LA."

"'Ellay'?" Eve laughed. "You are telling me so much I don't understand. If you don't come from here, and you come from some place with a strange name, how did you get here?"

"Fucked if I know!" Rhonda swore angrily. "One moment I was in Venice Beach. Just mooching. Not doing much. And then, I dunno, I got all dizzy or something. And then I kind of fell over. And I didn't just fall a few feet. Fuck no! I was like falling for like hours or something. Like spinning around. It was like the weirdest trip I'd ever had. And I hadn't taken anything either. And then I arrived here. By this water pool and under all these trees."

Eve grinned. "Well, I'm really pleased you came here, Rhonda. I must introduce you to Adam. He'd love to meet you."

"'Adam'? What kind of fucking weird shit is this? You're called Eve. And you've got some guy called 'Adam'. Just tell me I'm fucking dreaming."

Eve laughed. This Rhonda was so funny. She had the strangest way of speaking. Adam would really like to meet her. A new friend. Just like the unicorns and that giraffe. But one that could speak. How truly delightful! She placed a hand on Rhonda's tee shirt covered shoulder and smiled warmly and welcomingly. "No. You're not dreaming. I came through the wood and there I saw you masturbating under the tree."

Rhonda became visibly even redder. Eve was slightly startled. She'd never seen such a discolouration before. Except perhaps when she and Adam were in the heat of lovemaking. If she'd known better, she'd have realised she'd seen her first ever blush. Rhonda was very embarrassed.

"Look. Eve. I'm sorry about that. Like I don't normally do that. But I thought I was like alone here. I just didn't realise there was anyone else here. And somehow, you know, there's something real freaking weird about this place. I got here and just somehow felt, you know, kind of warm and tingly. You know, like horny. And it just seemed like natural. I can't really explain. It just got me that way."

Eve laughed at Rhonda. "I don't know what you're trying to say. I feel horny all the time. That's just the normal way to be."

Rhonda frowned at Eve, but her eyes sparkled in a way that puzzled Eve rather more. "Really. Is that so?"

"Yes, of course. I just love making love. Adam and I do it all the time."

"And it's just you and Adam, is it? No one else?"

"Well, who else is there?" Eve laughed innocently.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that," remarked Rhonda placing her hand on the hand that Eve still had on her skirt.

Eve frowned, slightly troubled. She looked at Rhonda's light blue eyes and the lips, which seemed unnaturally red and shiny, through which Rhonda's strong white teeth gleamed in a curious, almost wicked smile. "I really don't understand."

Rhonda didn't reply, but instead leaned forward towards Eve's face and kissed her gently on the lips. Eve gasped a little but didn't pull herself away. Emboldened, Rhonda moved to a more comfortable position with relation to Eve, her knees touching the inside of Eve's thighs, her lips pursing and kissing Eve's face, her hands stroking the bare skin of Eve's shoulders and thighs. Eve was thoroughly puzzled. This was somehow quite different to the affection showed towards her by the animals of her acquaintance.

And then Eve was aware of just how very different it was, as one of Rhonda's hands grasped a breast, her nipple between splayed fingers, while another hand grasped the back of Eve's neck, the fingers pressing her long hair down onto the nape, and her mouth pressed hard against hers. The tongue pushed open Eve's lips and twisted horizontally against her face, so that Eve's eyes were focused on Rhonda's long curls of red hair. And then the tongue was deep inside her mouth, pushing against her own tongue and running over her teeth. Eve eased Rhonda's face away from hers so she could gaze into the girl's face. Their eyes were so close, and Eve saw for the first time that there was a strange blue hue to Rhonda's eyelids.

"What are you doing, Rhonda?"

"Only what you want me to, Eve."

"Kissing me. Stroking me. Pressing my breasts. But that's what Adam does to me."

"And isn't it ever so delightful?"

"Well …" puzzled Eve. There was something slightly wrong about this, but Eve was uncertain what it might be. "What might Adam think if he saw you doing this?"

"He'd want to join in!" Rhonda replied, pushing her face back against Eve's and pressing her palm more firmly against Eve's bosom, while her other hand stroked Eve's thigh. Eve raised an eyebrow, but Rhonda's reply was fairly convincing. And, in any case, Eve found that she was rather enjoying Rhonda's warm freckled skin against her own, and she was fascinated by how quite different were the textures and flavours of her flesh and the taste in her mouth. She responded more vigorously to Rhonda's kiss, matching the strange girl's nibbling and tonguing with the energy she practised with Adam.

Rhonda's body felt softer and smoother than Adam's. Her lips also tasted very strange: Eve wondered whether it was something to do with their curious redness. And the very thing that was most odd was her clothes. It came as rather a surprise to Eve when Rhonda removed them. Until then she'd thought they were something integral to the girl, like a bird's plumage or a lion's mane, but, no, they could be removed in their entirety, even the strange white hooves that enclosed her feet. And what was underneath was different again. These freckles were everywhere. They were denser in some places, like on her upper chest and on her forearms where they were almost as densely packed as on her face, but in other places they were relatively thinly scattered. Eve ran her tongue over them, wondering whether they might come off with her licking, but it merely dampened her red and pale skin. And, even stranger still, there was a metallic silver ring in her navel and two rather thinner ones in her the ear lobes. Eve had never seen an animal that had metal in its body before.

And then she felt Rhonda's fingers probe into her crotch, her fingers stroking her clitoris and her fingers through the bush of curly hair. Eve reciprocated by putting her fingers with rather less confidence on Rhonda's vagina. The hair there was as red as on her head but more tightly curled than Eve's own. And her clitoris was slightly longer and thicker. And the lips of her vulva were not smoothly folded like hers but were almost falling out of her like ragged curtains of flesh. What did it taste like? She put her mouth and nose to it and sniffed and licked it. The taste was like her own after she had had sex with Adam, but somehow also richer and more complex. But it was much more like her own crotch in flavour than Adam's. 

She felt Rhonda's own tongue around her vagina and even a slight nibble from Rhonda's teeth, and this was so much like Adam's own exploration there. In fact, if she closed her eyes, it felt very much like Adam's, until Rhonda's fingers probed deeply inside her. Rhonda's crotch was beginning to smell somewhat more strongly and at the same time, Eve was aware that there was a slight skim of clear viscous fluid amongst the curly hairs and coating the inner lips of her vulva. This was something very different to Adam's penis, and she thought that this must be what Adam experienced when he licked her down there. 

Eve felt the familiar warm feeling of passion fill her, and as usual she gasped and whined with the pleasure. This abandon stimulated Rhonda who emitted some rather lower moans as she more excitedly rubbed her fingers into Eve's crotch and pushed her tongue deep inside her, so that Eve could feel its muscular flexibility against her clitoris and in her rougher interior. And all the while she lay above Rhonda, her bottom in the air, and her knees brushing against Rhonda's side and her thighs feeling the soft warm roundness of Rhonda's bosom and occasionally feeling one of her largish nipples against her.

Adam meanwhile was finding it more difficult to rest under the sun in the open air. The breeze had steadily become more blustery. The trees rustled more wildly, even their branches bending as the air buffeted against them. Adam was puzzled. Until now, there had only been a slight breeze. The sky was still mostly blue, but the clouds in the distance seemed thicker. So thick in fact that they presented a dirty grey colour rather than the usual fluffy white. Perhaps it was going to rain. Though normally rain in the garden was brief and gentle. Nevertheless, Adam could no longer relax recumbent on the grass.


Rhonda and Seattle's Damp Air



I was sitting in my office getting a blow job (door locked of course) from my secretary when suddenly she stopped, looked up at me and asked, "Does your wife run around on you?"

"I don't know, I don't think so, why?"

"Do you think she would if the circumstances were right?"

"I doubt it. She isn't into sex all that much, that's why I started chasing you. Again, why?"

"Well, I know that my husband thinks that your wife is one hot chick. I was just wondering if there was some way that we could get the two of them together. If they got a hot romance going it would free the two of us up to have more fun. We waste a lot of time just trying to keep the two of them from finding out about us. Just imagine how it could be if they were the ones wasting the time. They would be so busy trying to hide their affair that they wouldn't have time to be suspicious of us." 

I wiggled my dick and she got the message and went back to sucking my cock. As I leaned back and enjoyed Pam's expertise I wondered about the question. Rhonda in an affair? No, I just couldn't picture it. I could understand Pam's husband looking at Rhonda and thinking that she was hot and sexy because that is just what I did. But dear Rhonda was far from hot and sexy. The package had been exquisite, so much so that I had been willing to wait until marriage before having sex with her. Big mistake that! Oh, she was responsive and willing - twice a week on Tuesday and Saturday - but only with the lights in the bedroom off, night gown on and lifted to the waist, condom AND diaphragm in place and even then only in the missionary position. Oral sex? Oh no, much too disgusting. Care to try a touch of anal? Get away from me you disgusting pervert! No, Rhonda looked great on my arm, kept a clean house and was a better cook than my mother (and that's saying something) but in the bedroom Rhonda was a zero. Rhonda and I hadn't been married a year before I started looking for a playmate to take care of me sexually.

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Personnel had sent me Pam to replace my old secretary who decided that she would rather be a stay at home mom (my trying to seduce her might have had a hand in her decision) and I immediately started chasing Pam. It took me six months before she finally caught me. It was at a sales seminar that was being held at a local hotel and we had attended the cocktail party following the seminar. Pam had a few drinks too many and she had come up to me, "Time to fish or cut bait boss. You have been after my ass for six months now so what you need to do is get us a room here, take me to it and fuck my brains out."

"Don't be silly. I can't take advantage of you in your condition."

"You better because if you don't I'm going to my knees and I'm going to suck your cock right here in front of everybody. Then they will all want some. Get us a room and you get to keep me all to yourself." She giggled, "Except for my husband of course."

That had been five years ago and Pam and I were still going strong. We were an interesting pair; she loved her husband, but he didn't want or need anywhere near the amount of sex she needed and I was in the same boat. I wanted one hell of a lot more that Rhonda was willing to give me, but except for that I was happy enough with her. Oh well, all right - I loved the silly bitch.

Pam's question intrigued me. What if Rhonda had an affair? Would it loosen her up a little? I honestly didn't think it could possibly happen, but the more I wondered, the more I thought and the more I thought the more curious I became. Finally I asked Pam how she thought that we might make it happen. 

"Well, Jared doesn't want sex as much as I do, but I happen to know that he does like variety. He doesn't know that I know that he's sneaking around so I figure all we have to do is point him at Rhonda, make him think she sleeps around and then turn him loose. The problem is to put Rhonda somewhere were she might be susceptible and where Jared can get to her. Does she loosen up any when she drinks?" 

"Some, but not a whole lot."

"Well lets start thinking about ways to get them together."

Over the next month or so we came up with over a dozen plans to put Rhonda and Jared together in a situation where something might happen, but it didn't matter which of came up with the plan the other would find the fatal flaw that would shoot it down. Meanwhile Pam had been priming Jared with tales of how big a slut Rhonda was when she was running around on me. But try as we might Pam and I could not come up with a way to get Rhonda and Jared together. We finally gave it up as a lost cause. Not that I ever thought the plan would work anyway.

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In January I had to attend some meetings in Seattle and I decided to take Pam with me. Rhonda greeted that with a raised eyebrow and to defuse the situation I said, "Why don't you come along too. You've never seen that part of the country" knowing full well that she would say no since she never goes on trips with me. 

"I'd love to" she said, "What should I pack?" 

I told Pam about it next day and her response was pretty much what I expected, "Shit!" I laughed and said, "You are looking at it all wrong. It's an opportunity. Ask Jared if he wants to go along. The two of them will be together all day while we are in meetings. All day for three days; think Jared could break through the Ice Queen's shell with that much time to work with?" It didn't matter though because Jared couldn't get off from work to go with us.

The trip was a successful one from a business standpoint and an interesting one from a sexual perspective. Rhonda actually made love to me two nights in a row - on the second and third nights - and even more amazing (at least to me) on the second night she did it with the lights on and on the third night it was with the lights on and she was naked.

The other amazing thing that happened was that Rhonda and Pam apparently bonded during the trip. Rhonda had always been slightly 'cool' toward Pam until that trip, but once back they talked on the phone three or four times a week. The Seattle trip may have changed some other things too. All I know is that coinciding with the trip Rhonda started changing her sexual attitudes. Maybe it had something to do with Seattle's damp air.

We began making love more frequently and with the lights on and all of our clothes off. One night she even told me I didn't need to use a condom. But the biggest change came one night two weeks after we had gotten home from the trip. We had just finished making love and Rhoda said:

"I think I would like to try oral sex at least once. Would that be all right with you?" 

Not wanting to give her a chance to reconsider I dove right in and she loved it. It became a regular part of our love making which was by then up to four times a week. She still hadn't gone down on me, but not wanting to push my luck I did not mention it. About a week after I started eating her pussy she asked:

"Why don't you ever ask me to return the favor?" 

I of course knew the politically correct answer to that one and I said, "Because my love, even though I would love it, it has to be something that you do because you want to do it."

"Well, I would like to try it at least once, but please don't cum in my mouth."

She did it, and while it left a little to be desired she did show promise. Rhonda got better at it over the next month and finally reached a point where she asked me to cum in her mouth. I've seen wine tasters that didn't go through the motions that Rhonda went through the first time I spit down her throat, but the final call was that she did not dislike it and she began to do it regularly. I wondered what other surprises my previously reluctant bride might have in store for me.

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I had to fly back to Seattle for a meeting with a supplier and when I told Rhonda I would be gone a day, two at the most, she asked if she could come along. Remembering how our sex life had changed after the last trip I said yes. The first night in Seattle I came back to the hotel following my meeting and found Rhonda lying on the bed waiting for me. She got up and spun around in front of me and said, "What do you think?" She must have found a Victoria's Secret type shop somewhere because she was wearing the skimpiest and sexiest underwear that I had ever seen complete with garterbelt, nylons and high heels. I showed her what I thought by getting out of my clothes in record time. We were supposed to leave the next evening, but Rhonda talked me into staying one more night. That night she told me that she wanted to try anal sex at least once to see if she liked it. She did and it became a regular part of our love making. God, but I was beginning to love Seattle. I had no idea why it had the effect on Rhonda that it did, but I began to see Seattle as a vacation spot at least one week a year.

Back home the friendship between Rhonda and Pam grew and we got to the point where two weeks never went by without Pam and Jared having dinner with us or us having dinner at their place. They barbecued with us on Memorial Day, we picnicked together on the Fourth of July and we burned meat at their place on Labor Day. It was on the second Thursday of September that I found out that Pam and Rhonda weren't the only ones who had gotten close. I had a customer flying in from Detroit and I was going to have a late evening dinner meeting with him and then he was going to catch the first flight out in the morning. I told Rhonda not to expect me before ten, but at three-fifteen the customer called me and had to cancel because of a death in the family. Not having anything else pressing I decided to go home early and surprise Rhonda. I ended up being the one surprised. The long and short of it was that when I got home I recognized the car in the driveway and I watched from the bedroom doorway as Jared fucked Rhonda from behind. From where I was standing I couldn't tell if he was nailing her tight little ass or her cunt, but where ever he was she was loving it. Their backs were to me so I quietly slipped away, got in my car and headed for the closest bar. I ordered a drink and then I called Pam. 

"Are you aware that your husband is fucking my wife?" 

She laughed, "You're kidding me?" 

I told her what had happened and she said, "I had a hunch he had a new girlfriend, but I had no idea that it was Rhonda. What are we going to do about it?"

"Nothing. Isn't it what we wanted?"

"Yeah, back when the Ice Queen wasn't giving you any, but from what you have been telling me lately I thought you might have changed the way you are looking at things."

"I have, only not in the way I would have imagined. What if it is what she is doing that has changed her? Do I want to do anything to stop it, or wait to see if more change is to come?"

"I see what you mean. Well, you aren't due home until after ten and Jared told me he would be playing cards with some buddies until late. That give you any ideas?"

As a matter of fact it did and neither Pam nor I got home until well after mid-night.

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The next couple of weeks slid by with Pam and I taking every advantage of Rhonda's and Jared's affair. What Pam had thought would happen had; they were so busy hiding what they were doing that Rhonda wasn't giving any thought to what I might be doing and Jared didn't think about what Pam might be up to. It was a Friday night and I was watching Rhonda dress. We were going out to dinner that night and Rhonda was standing in front of the mirror in one of her Victoria's Secrets outfits, looking so fuckable that I was seriously considering skipping dinner and going after her right then. Then she spun around and looked at me:

"Don't you love me any more?" 

That caught me flat footed and it was a second or two before I answered her, "Of course I do. Why in the world would you even ask me such a question?"

"If you love me why are you letting other men fuck me?"

Other men? Plural? As in more than one? Before I could answer she said, "I saw you that day when you came home and Jared was here. My head was turned to the side and I saw you in the mirror. I've been expecting you to blow up on me ever since, but you just ignored it so I figured you didn't care enough about me anymore to even get mad at me."

It took me a couple of moments to get my thoughts together, "Do you remember our sex life before our first trip to Seattle?" She nodded a yes. "Our sex life now has no comparison to our sex life then. I decided when I saw you with Jared that it was you fucking other guys that was causing you to free up and become more like the woman I wanted. I decided not to do anything to upset the apple cart."

"You were going to let me go on fucking other men?"

"Sweetie, fucking other guys got the lights turned on in my bedroom, it got you out of your night gowns, it got me blow jobs and it got me into that tight little ass of yours. I might not be overjoyed that I didn't get your first blow job or that I wasn't the first one to put my cock up your butt, but the bottom line is that I am getting all those things now and it's because you have been fucking other men. But now that you have brought up the subject satisfy my curiosity; when and how did it start and how many am I competing with?"

She looked down at the floor and quietly said, "Three, but you're not competing with any of them. Two of them are in Seattle and I'm only with Jared because of the novelty of it. You are much better in bed than he is, but he has a huge cock and fucking him is different from fucking you - not better, just different." Then she proceeded to tell me how it all started.

It happened during the first trip to Seattle. She had gone shopping during the day while Pam and I were at our meeting. Rhonda had taken her purchases up to the hotel room and then had decided to go down to the bar for a drink and when she got there she found that she had left her wallet in the room. She had just enough loose change in her purse for one drink and she had just about finished it when the bartender said that the gentleman at the end of the bar wanted to buy her a drink. She wanted another drink, but didn't really want to run back up to the room and get her wallet and then come back down so she had accepted. He joined her, they talked and he bought her another drink. They talked some and he bought her another drink and he casually put his hand on her leg. It suddenly dawned on her that he was trying to pick her up and instead of upsetting her it excited her - made her feel wicked. She knew she wasn't going to let it happen, but she would play along until she felt it was time to break things up. He bought several more drinks and then she made up her mind that it was time to get out and so she excused herself to use the restroom, intending to use the potty and then head for the room. When she came out of the bathroom he was waiting for her and he took her in his arms and kissed her. It had surprised her, but not as much as when she returned the kiss.

She did leave the bar and return to the room, but she didn't go alone. When they got to the room he didn't give her time to think about what was happening; he pushed her down on the bed, pushed aside the crotch band of her panties and took her. When he was done he pulled out of her, pulled down her panties and then he knelt between her legs and brought her to orgasm with his mouth and then he mounted her and fucked her for the second time. He came, pulled out and moved into a sixty-nine and began sucking on her cum filled pussy and brought her to another orgasm. His cock was dangling over her face and she had stared at it for a bit and then out of curiosity she had opened her mouth and taken it in. When he was hard again he had fucked her one more time and then had gotten up and said that he had to go. Then he had asked if she was still going to be there the next day and when she has nodded yes he told her he would meet her in the bar at noon and then he had gone. At no time had he asked her for anything or if he could do this or that, he just took her and did what he wanted with her. He didn't even ask her to meet him the next day - he told her he would meet her there. 

"It was wrong of me to do what I let him do, but it was also so exciting that I couldn't help myself. I love you sweetheart, probably more than you will ever realize, but I couldn't stop myself. It was wicked, it was exciting and I loved it."

She had spent the rest of that night and most of the next day feeling guilty over cheating on me and having let him have things that she had never let me have, but no matter how guilty she felt she was in the bar at noon the next day. He was a local and he had taken her to his apartment and they had spent the entire afternoon fucking and sucking and she had liked it so much that she had returned to the hotel determined to make it up to me for all the times she had said no. The third day she had cabbed over to his apartment as soon as I was out of the hotel room and they had fucked all day. When she left he gave her his phone number and told her to call him the next time she was in town. At that point in her story I interrupted her:

"He never used a condom, did he? That's why you let me fuck you without a condom on the third night. It was insurance against what he might have caused, am I right?" 

She looked sheepish and nodded her head yes, "But I did use my diaphragm after the first day." 

I had never known that Rhonda could be such a schemer.

"You called him when we made the second trip?" She nodded a yes. "That's when he fucked you in the ass?" Rhonda looked down at the floor and in a low voice said, "No, no really."

"What does that mean?"

"That's when I found out that I liked anal sex, but it wasn't him, it was his friend."

They were in bed fucking and a friend who was staying with him had come in. To make a long story short Rhonda had ended up doing them both, several times, and during the course of the day the friend had taken her anally and she had liked it. She had also sucked one's cock while the other fucked her and she had liked that too. I asked her if she was going to do two again sometime and she said she wanted to, but thought she would have to wait until she could go to Seattle again. "Maybe" I said, "But then again, maybe not." She gave me a look, but before she could say anything I said, "Tell me about Jared."

It was at the Labor Day barbecue. She had gone into the house to use the bathroom and had walked in on Jared while he was taking a whiz. She had started to back out of the room when she got a good look at his cock. "It was limp and it was still twice as big as yours." She had stopped retreating from the room and had just stood there staring at Jared's cock and he had walked over to her and had taken her by the arm and had pulled her into the room, this time remembering to lock the door. He had pushed her to her knees in front of him and she had stared at the cock in front of her face and had watched it grow to its fully erect size and then, without even being asked, she had taken it in her mouth. Before the barbecue was over the two of them had managed to sneak away twice more and fuck. Since then they had been getting together three and four times a week. When she was done with her story she just stood there and waited for me to say something. After a minute or so, during which I hadn't said a word, she spoke and said:

"What now?"

"Well for starters you can forget going out for dinner, at least for now. Right now I'm going to fuck you and then you are going to get my dick hard so I can fuck you in that nice, tight little ass of yours. After that, we'll see."

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Jared is still fucking Rhonda only he doesn't know that I know and he still doesn't know about Pam and me. Rhonda doesn't know about Pam either and Pam doesn't know that Rhoda and I had our little talk and that Rhonda keeps me informed of when she and Jared are going to get together. The day after Rhonda and I talked I came home from work and handed her an envelope. She opened it to find a round trip ticket to Seattle:




Rhonda and Seattle's Damp Air



"That's so you can go enjoy your threesome again. Stay as long as you want."

She was surprised, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you and I want you to be happy and Seattle seems to agree with you. When you get back you should try to maneuver Jared into bringing someone else into your affair. That way you won't have to be gone from home so much."

"Don't you want to be one of the men?"

"Maybe someday I might try, but I'm not mentally ready to be in the same room with you while you fuck somebody else. For right now I'll settle for reaping the rewards of your being my own little slut."

She had blushed at that, but I noticed that she didn't say anything like, "Oh no, I couldn't do anything like that." I was being truthful when I said I wasn't mentally ready for a threesome with her, but maybe a couple of sessions of watching from the closet can cure me of that.



Rhonda TAKES Me!



My first-wife-to-be took my virginity. And I mean TOOK! 

We were in seniors in high school, both over 18 and almost exactly the same age. Although I was popular enough with the girls, I had never done more than fingering them. Then I heard several of my friends talking about this girl, Rhonda, who was in one of my classes. They were talking about how easy it is to fuck her and that a lot of the guys actually had fucked her, and regularly, according to the high school rumor mill. 

One guy, Malcom, was talking about how she gave him a blow job in the parking lot during the Friday night football game. She was with a bunch of girls in the bleachers watching the game. He noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned one button lower than "normal'. He was behind her to the left and he kept leaning over trying to see down her blouse which, as he tells it, was tauntingly loose. 

She was talking with a girlfriend of hers and paid him no attention. A few minutes later he looked over and saw that there was one more button undone. This really grabbed his attention. Now he could clearly see that she was not wearing a bra. He said he almost fell over the bleacher because he was bending over so far trying to catch a glimpse of her nipples and rearrange his hard-on. She looked over her shoulder and caught him looking. 

He was caught, he said. But before he could say anything, she introduced herself. "Hi. I'm Rhonda. Everybody knows me...why don't I know YOU?" 

"It's getting really cold since the sun went down." she said as she seemed to point her hard nipples in his direction. 

He offered his jacket and Rhonda told him that she had a jacket in her car but she was afraid to walk out to the dark parking lot alone to get it. Of course Malcolm, being raised properly in the south, offered her his jacket as they walked to her car to retrieve hers. 

As she stood up from the bleacher and turned around to face him, he got a great view of her hard little titties as yet another button had fallen open. As she leaned over to whisper something to her girlfriend, her open blouse was right in the girls face. Her friend said "Damn Rhonda", and nodded toward her nearly nude breasts as they both giggled. 

As Malcolm and Rhonda walked out of the High School Stadium toward the dark and deserted parking lot, she put her arm around his waist and snuggled up close. "Thanks for keeping me warm, Mal. I was freezing. I'm gonna owe you now." She said as she giggled again and drew even closer to him. 

He said she was all over him as they stumbled through the dark parking lot to her car. When she opened her car door, she told him that she was freezing and asked him to sit in the car with her and turn the heater on for a few minutes. She got in the passenger seat and gave him the car keys. He said that by the time he got in the drivers side, she already had her shirt completely unbuttoned and untucked from her jeans. She told him "I hope you don't mind too bad, but I thought we might be a little warmer if we didn't have on so many clothes."

She continued and took her blouse completely off and said,"I think we can make our own heat. I feel it working already." 

He said she climbed across the front seat before he could say a word and started kissing him passionately. Rhonda unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and reached in and grabbed his already hard cock. 

He couldn't believe this was happening! As many times as he had tried ...even begged a girl to do this, Rhonda was doing it to him of her own volition! SHE was the aggressor! High School guys are not used to that! She pressed his head down onto her titties and gently rubbed them in his face. All this time she was stroking his cock too. 

Suddenly he said, "...and then she sucked my dick!" The guys all laughed and moaned and went their separate ways. 

After they had all left, I asked him to tell me exactly how she sucked his dick. He said that it was crazy...she started sucking him and just as the precum was leaking, she stopped sucking him and kissed him. She kissed him HARD, he said. Then she started sucking him again. Same thing! As soon as he was about to cum, she stopped and then kissed him again. This went on over and over. Mal said that he thought he was gonna die before she would let him cum. He was beginning to be afraid that she wasn't going to "go all the way" with it.

Finally she didn't stop sucking and even picked up her pace and took him deeper and faster and before he could react, she made him cum in her mouth. He said she moaned loud as his cum filled her mouth. She kept sucking and sucking and sucking and licking it all up. Finally she rose up, swallowed, opened her mouth to show him that she had swallowed his cum and then she grinned really big and said "Now don't go and tell all your friends that I did that. A girl can get no rest when the guys all find out she's a swallower." Then she laughed an evil laugh as if to say "..but I know you will..", or perhaps she meant "...they all already know what I do..." and then she kissed him really deep again. A long drawn out deep passionate kiss with lots of tongue and juices. 

Then they went back to the ball game and he kept feeling her up the rest of the night. At the end of the night she told him not to get any serious ideas..."...it was JUST a blow job...I give all the guys blow jobs. You don't have to be in love with a guy to suck his cock."

"OH WOW" I said, "Why he didn't tell all the guys about the end of the BJ? That was the best part!"

Mal said that he didn't want anybody to think he was "queer", kissing her after he had cum in her mouth. I told him that it sounded pretty damn hot to me! Then I told him, "She's so damn hot that if you would have fucked her, I would suck your cock just to taste her pussy and not even think one queer thought!" We both laughed a big laugh about that as if we both knew I was kidding. But I'm not sure I WAS "Just Kidding!" 

Another friend said that he "heard" that so-and-so fucked her the next weekend. Next thing you know we "hear" that she has fucked several of the black football players. That turned off some of the guys, but for some reason that made her even more attractive to me! 

I heard some girls whispering once and they referred to her as the 'trashiest whore in the whole school...probably in the whole state...LOL...LOL...". 

Rhonda wore the shortest miniskirts in the school and her thighs were "thick". She obviously loved showing off her hot body. Her blouses were always really, really tight and you could usually peek between the buttons where her blouse bulged open. 

The black guys would openly talk about what a hot ass Rhonda had. I saw one of them, "Pettigrew", slap her ass in the hallway once and keep his grip there for a long second as he squeezed her ass cheek. She stopped, turned around and looked at him and flashed a super-hot grin at him as if they had a secret. 

The next quarter she was in my home room. I began to notice that she had a bra on when she got to school, but before the end of the period, she was braless with one too many buttons undone. A female teacher told her one day "Rhonda honey, you need to fix your blouse". Rhonda grinned, paused, looked down at her own chest and then back up at the teacher but didn't button up. 

Another friend, Larry, told me that he sits behind her in one class and she lets him play with her titties in class. Another friend talked about her giving him his first blow job. He said it was a quickie in the school parking lot at lunchtime. 

I was getting really excited hearing all this talk about Rhonda. For four months now I kept hearing about easy and fun and good Rhonda was. 

I decided to ask her out....after copping a few freebie feels of her tits and ass from time to time without getting slapped, my confidence was building. But then again, nobody wants to be the ONLY guy that Rhonda ever turned down. Such would be my lot, I feared. I may end up as the only guy she didn't fuck, but I would NOT be the only guy who didn't even try!

The first night we went to dinner she was rubbing my foot and legs with hers. Teasing me all through dinner. Her titties had my undivided attention all night. And every time she got out of the car I was looking ALL the way up her short, short skirt. I never could get the right light to see if she was wearing panties or not.

Lots of kissing and playing grab-ass in the car and then back to her parent's house. I was being very proper and gentlemanly, just in case I was mistaken about her being a total slut. I thought maybe the night was about over. We went to the living room and her Dad insisted that the living room door could NOT be closed all the way.

We were on the couch making out dry humping when she suddenly and expertly unzipped me and pulled my dick out. I had been hard all night. She bent her head down into my lap and started sucking me. WOW! My first blow job! I thought I was going to cum any second! I had no idea they felt THIS good!

I asked her about the open door and her parents in the next room. 

She said "Don't worry. I've done this a million times and they have never peeped through the door." 

As she was sucking my cock at the moment, it didn't hit me at first that she had just told me that she had sucked and fucked a LOT of guys this way! "A million times...!" 

Then she kissed me deep and hard just like Mal said she did him. I could taste my own cock on her tongue. I had never even imagined that before, but WOW was that sexy! She sucked me even more and then kissed me again. Over and over she sucked me and then kissed me and sucked me and kissed me just like Malcom had described. 

She said in a whisper 'Tastes wonderful doesn't it?" Then she winked a knowing wink without slowing down. I think I mumbled "Yessss." Rhonda said "I can tell." I really did love it right from the first taste and there was never any point in denying it to Rhonda...she "...could tell." It became an obsession with me for the rest of my life.

She told me to lie down on the floor and take my pants off. Suddenly I realized that this was going to be more than a blow job! She stood up and got totally naked! WOW! YEP, no panties! I couldn't believe there was a beautiful sexy naked woman standing over me. Life can get no better! Then she straddled me and squatted down and lowered herself onto my stiff cock! 

I couldn't believe it!!! My little virgin dick was finally inside a girl's pussy...HELL, this was a WOMAN's pussy! I WAS FUCKING!!! For the first few seconds I couldn't tell if I was inside of her or not, cause her pussy was so big, but the muscles finally tightened up and squeezed even my tiny little dick! She rode me hard for a while...moaning so loud I knew we could be heard... and then she slowed down just as I was about to cum....then faster again...She rode me HARD! 

I just KNEW her Dad was going to come screaming into the room! All too soon, I was about to cum...I couldn't help it and Rhonda couldn't stop me this time. I managed to tell her that I was gonna cum and she started fucking even harder and faster! All the while mumbling "Fuck me! Fuck me! FUUUCCCKKK MEEE!. Damn it! Put it ALL the way in!!" She made me cum in her pussy! My first fuck was a perfect one! 

Without a word of warning she rose up off of my dick and sat right down on my mouth! I certainly didn't expect that! Mal had warned me about the blow job kissing, but nobody had said anything about this! I was not at all sure what to do. This was my first time! She was squirming on my face and whispering "Eat me...eat me...." I didn't know how! So I sortta licked and swallowed...it was actually pretty cool! I was surprised just how great my cum tasted all mixed up with her hot pussy juices. I think that since this was my first time, I assumed all girls would do this. I hoped they would. This was ALL better than I could have ever imagined!

And then it felt so amazing to hold her naked body next to mine and kiss. Kissing ...again the flavor and texture of her juices and mine were mixing together. The guys never mentioned this part of it in public. Nobody except Malcom. I thought about him when she was sucking me, making me taste my own cock...wondering if that is what his cock tasted like too? LOL. Someday I would find out what another man's cock tastes like. Now I just wish I hadn't waited so long! LOL!

The next day at school, I was able to join in the conversation too! The guys knew I had been out with her and they asked "SO...did you fuck her?" I said "No...she fucked ME!" Everybody laughed. There were about 7 or 8 of us talking and one guy asked..."Is there anybody here who has NOT fucked Rhonda?" Nobody answered. We had all fucked her. Then he said "Is there anybody in this county who has NOT fucked her?" Another big laugh! 

I kept dating her although I knew that she continued to fuck a lot of other guys. Everybody knew she was my girlfriend, but they also knew that that didn't slow down her fucking around either. Most guys called me crazy and stupid and pussy whipped...but I didn't care. 

Guys were always telling me "Hey, I fucked your girlfriend last night...". Since then, I have always had a thing for slutty women. I don't want a woman who is so boring as to only want sex with the same man all the time. 

I married Rhonda and we stayed married for several years. During that time she fucked every friend I had and then some... I don't know a number exactly, but however many the high school "Class Whore" fucks; that's how many men my first wife had before we were married. After we were married I tried to keep count but after 10 or 12 in the first few months, I stopped. I suspect that most of them I never even knew about. She never tried to hide them; it's just that I didn't try to keep tabs on her. She loved telling me the stories of her lovers and I never tired of hearing them and seeing, feeling, tasting the evidence. I still prefer a Slut for my primary relationship. I fall in love too easily...especially with slutty women. It's a character flaw I suppose. LOL.



Rhonda, the Night Nurse



Author's note: I served in the relative peace of Korea instead of in the little understood US action in Viet Nam, and therefore ask the brave men and women of my generation who fought, cried, and bled there to forgive the inaccuracies in my depictions. I salute your sacrifice, and hope you may enjoy this story in spite of my errors.

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As the Huey dropped quickly down to the bomb crater, we un-assed the bird and scrambled for the relative safety of the crater edge. While the rest of the three birds unloaded, we scanned the surroundings for signs of movement, and then started in the direction of our objective, the small knoll known to the generals as Hill 127, and to us grunts as just another piece of Viet Nam to be walked to, fought over, and then abandoned to it's fate. With rifles cocked and unlocked, and all senses honed to a razor edge, we started the slow route step to the base of the hill. I was taking my turn at point, and was congratulating myself on drawing this task on a day when we seemed to be the only people around. I was so involved in being pleased that I didn't see the thin wire stretched between the two of the trees on the paddy dike.

The homegrown VC mine was wired to the tree at waist level, and was designed to spray shrapnel at whatever tripped the wire, or at least that's what they told me afterwards. All I knew is that there was a small explosion to my right at the same time that I felt my right thigh turn to hamburger and hurt like no pain I had ever felt before. I screamed, and fell down, my legs no longer able to support me. Quickly, Doc Macon was at my side, wrapping me in bandages to stop the bleeding, and shooting me up with morphine. As he wrote the time of the injection across my forehead, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Flanders, you'll be OK. Just hang in there. The bird's on the way to pick you up. You'll be drinkin' Jack and fuckin' round-eye nurses in a couple days." Then he was gone, on the way to join the platoon, and I laid on the ground slipping into the reverie of the dope, as a small rear guard waited to load me on the Huey.

I don't remember much of the flight back to the field hospital, just some noise and unrelated sights. When they unloaded me, and took me to the hospital, I remember a doctor saying, "Well, this boy's going to go home less one leg," and then another voice saying, "Wait a minute. It's not as bad as it looks. Let's get the bleeding stopped, pack it, and send him to Saigon. Let them decide." I went out just after I felt the needle slip in my arm.

There are more fuzzy sights and sounds that I recall if I think very hard, but the next thing I have actual memory of is waking up in a hospital bed, and looking down to see if my leg was still there. I couldn't lift my head very high, and was cursing my weakness when arms lifted my head and chest up so I could see. "It's OK, they're both still there," said the medic behind me. "It was close, but they think they've saved it. You're going to Japan this afternoon, so don't get too comfortable."

After the flight to the hospital in Japan, I was placed in a ward with twenty other guys suffering from wounds serious enough that Saigon couldn't take care of us. I was feeling pissed about being away from my unit. I was pissed that I had done something so stupid as to step on a tripwire and almost get my leg blown off, and was also feeling pretty sorry for myself. I was just waiting for someone to say something to me that would let me vent. I wanted to hit something or someone, just do anything to get this out of my system. Later the doctor's told me that some patients reacted to the medications by becoming aggressive, and that I had been a real ass for a while.

"Well, welcome to Japan, handsome," said the little red-haired nurse as she placed a clipboard on the hook at the end of my bed. She was about five-two, and her otherwise slender body was accentuated by the large breasts that thrust out the front of her white uniform. I figured her age at about twenty-five, and decided immediately that I didn't like her. I knew I hated her when she stuck a thermometer in my mouth, and grabbed my wrist to take my pulse. I pulled my hand out of her grasp and yanked the thermometer out of my mouth. I said, "Hey, bitch, just get the hell away from me, and leave me alone."

She just smiled, and said, "OK," and walked to the next bed. I laid there feeling very satisfied that I had shown her she couldn't make me do anything.

In about an hour, she came back with two orderlies. I was pretty weak, and couldn't resist much as they strapped my hands and my one good leg to the bed. They stepped back, and she approached the bed, smiled again, and then leaned down to whisper in my ear. 

"OK, Flanders, here's how it works. I'm going to take your temp' and get your pulse. Now, do you cooperate or do I have these guys sit on you while I do my job?"

I was furious, furious at being tied down like an animal, and furious that a nurse would say anything like that to me. 

"Well, fuck you, bitch. I told you to go away once, so just fuck you!"

She smiled again, a little strained this time, I thought, and was again pleased with myself. Then, she motioned to the two orderlies. One held my head still and opened my mouth as she slipped in the thermometer. "I wouldn't bite that thermometer, if I were you." she said casually. "The mercury is poisonous, and if it doesn't kill you, your hair will fall out, and you'll be impotent." The other held my arm as she took my pulse. She took the thermometer, read it and made a note on my chart. Then she motioned to the orderlies, and they released me. She came back to the side of the bed.

"I think I'll speak to the doctor about your medication. It seems to be affecting your temper, but that happens sometimes. I'm going to keep you restrained until you calm down a little, but don't worry, you're going to be all right. Your leg was shot up pretty bad, and it'll have to have some time to heal. When you're ready, we'll start rehab, and get you up and walking again."

During the night, another nurse came to give me some pills, which I wouldn't swallow. She just shrugged and produced a syringe, saying in no one to particular, "Well, they said you'd be a problem. We'll see how you like this, instead." She jabbed the needle into my arm and quickly pushed the plunger before I could react. "Now, go back to sleep. Rhonda will be back in the morning."

The next morning, I felt a little different, not so much on edge, and not quite so ready to fight the world. My leg was hurting, and I was hungry. I saw the doctor's entourage walking from bed to bed, and shortly they stopped at mine. One of them, the one in charge, I assumed, looked at my chart for a while, and then said, "Well, Flanders, how're you feeling today?"

I said I hurt and was hungry.

"I changed your prescription yesterday after Rhonda said you were being a bit of an ass. Sorry about that, but we gave you what we thought was best. It turns out you reacted a little stronger than we anticipated. The new medicine will do about the same thing, and you'll be a lot easier to get along with. I'll have Rhonda get something for the pain, and breakfast is in about half an hour. Now, I want you to get plenty of rest, and don't get out of bed for the next week. That leg's got to have time to heal, or you'll lose it, is that clear?"

I said it was, and the group moved on to the next bed. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't. I could, however, lay there and stew in my own self-pity, and by the time the little red haired nurse came in with the cart of medications, I was pretty well on the way to a really rotten attitude, and my leg was hurting more than ever.

She rolled the cart up to the bed, and for the first time I realized she had a really nice figure, even in the nurses uniform. She also had a very pretty face with soft, deep eyes. She came to the edge of the bed, and looked me in the eye. "I'm going to take your temp, and check your pulse. Do I need to call those two big friends of mine again, or are you going to be good?"

"I'll be good. The doctor said my medicine made me a real jerk, and you asked him to change it."

She unstrapped my right hand, stuck the thermometer in my mouth, and checked my pulse while she talked. "Yes, sometimes certain medications cause temporary mental problems, and it's hard to predict. I asked him to give you something else that might not affect you that way. You really weren't a jerk. You were more of a totally obnoxious, self-pitying, uncooperative, asshole bastard, at least that's the way I described you. That's why he changed the meds." She smiled innocently, read the thermometer, made a note on my chart, and then brought me a cup with six pills and a glass of water. Again, she looked me in the eye. "Jenny said she had to give you a shot because you wouldn't take your pills. You going to take them this morning, or do I have to do the same?"

I silently took the cup of pills and tipped it down, and followed with the glass of water. "Is that better?" I asked.

"Yes, it was. One of those pills is to stop the pain in your leg, but it'll take a little while to kick in. I think we can take the rest of these straps off now. I just had them tie you down because you were a little hard to handle, bad leg or not. You seem to be calmed down now." She unstrapped my other hand and leg. She looked at me seriously. "Doctor Mills says you're to lay still and rest, or you still might lose that leg. Do you understand?"

I nodded yes.

"OK, now I'll finish my round, and then I'll be back to change your dressings. Oh, and by the way, being still includes not getting up to go to the bathroom. If you need to go, just press your call button, and I'll bring you a bedpan. OK?"

I nodded yes again, and she smiled and moved to the next bed.

Breakfast was actually pretty good after the months of C's and mess hall chow. I had oatmeal that wasn't like paste, eggs that were fresh, bacon, toast, and coffee. It wouldn't have mattered; I was starved. About midway through my second cup of coffee, the pain in my leg started to go away, and I started feeling better. By the time she came back, I was feeling good enough to notice that not only was her figure pretty good, she was just a really pretty girl. The sunlight coming in through the windows highlighted her short, red-brown hair with glints of copper, and when she saw me staring, she smiled the most dazzling smile I'd seen in a long time.

She was pushing a cart again, this time loaded with gauze and cotton. It took her an hour to get to me, and when she pushed the cart up beside the bed, that smile blazed again. She produced a pair of scissors from the pocket in the front of her uniform, and said, "It's time to change your dressings. This might hurt a little, but I'm pretty good at this, and I'll be careful." She flipped the sheet and blanket down to the end of the bed. I yelled "Hey", and tried to cover myself with my hands. The standard issue hospital gown had slipped up during the night, leaving me naked from the waist down. 

The little red head laughed, a full, uninhibited laugh that caused all sorts of delectable little jiggles all over her lush body. "My, my, my, aren't we the modest one? Hmmm, I've seen a lot of uh,,,men, and you certainly don't need to be modest. Now, just let me do my job, and then I'll cover you back up. Think you can handle that? My friendly orderlies are still around, you know."

It was useless to resist; she'd only call those guys again. It was the first of many lessons I would learn about military hospitals. There was no modesty in a ward of twenty guys; most of them were too sick or injured to care anyway, and the nurses showed no mercy. Modesty just got in their way, and caused them to get behind in their many tasks. I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to get used to this, and laid back while she worked. 

She was gentle, although some of the bandages had adhered. She carefully teased the cotton and gauze away from the wound, and I felt little pain as she removed all the packing and bandages. When she had removed the last bandage, she began cleaning the wound. She finished and said, "Well, I'm ready to do you up again. Want to see before I do?"

I looked down at my leg, and a wave of nausea pushed my breakfast to the back of my throat. I've never been able to deal with blood very well, especially my own, and even closed wounds tend to make me queasy. I couldn't look for very long, but from what I saw, I was a mess. A good chunk of my thigh was just gone. The skin had apparently survived, and they had pulled it together and stitched it, but there was a hollow where the muscle should have been. I fell back on the bed, my heart pounding in my ears, and the self pity rising again to new heights.

She looked at me, and said softly, "Don't worry. You're going to walk again. It'll take a while, and you'll have a limp, but you'll walk. You know, lots of you guys who end up here, go home without a leg or an arm or both. Just think about that, when you get down, and you can always call me if a little talking will do you good."

She became all business again. "Well, I can't stand around here while you stare at yourself. I'll just get you wrapped up again, and then you can cover up that little thing you're so modest about." She said the last part just loud enough for the rest of the ward to hear, and the embarrassment made me forget about my leg until she left.

Just after lunch, she made rounds with medication again. She stopped by my bed and handed me the usual cup of pills and glass of water. As I gulped down the pills, she sat on the edge of the bed. She waited until I washed them down with the water, took the glass, and said, "I'm sorry about this morning, but we've learned that the best way to get patients ready for rehab is to get them to accept their injuries. I had to show you that, so you would be ready when it's time for you to try walking again. You had to see that you were hurt pretty badly, but that you still have a leg that can walk, if you work at making it strong again. You're healing well, and I want you to look at your wound every day, so you can see how it's getting better. You'll be surprised at how quickly it heals, and seeing it will help you believe the rehab will help."

I was a little astounded. This was the heartless bitch that had me strapped to the bed, and then threatened to have orderlies sit on me the next morning. She was the same uncaring nurse who whipped the blankets from my nakedness, exposing me to the world, and then had the nerve to laugh. And now, she was sitting on my bed, consoling me, and explaining her actions, even though I hadn't asked. I felt that I needed to say something, anything, or I would break down and cry. I murmured, "What is your name?"

"Excuse me, you have to talk louder than that if I'm going to hear you."

"I said, what's your name?"

"Oh," she smiled, "I'm Rhonda. Rhonda... well just Rhonda for now. I know your name, you know. It's on your chart. You're Terry Flanders, Specialist Terry Flanders."

"Well, Rhonda, I don't know what to say. You were such a bit-, so hard on me the first day, and pretty hard this morning. When you changed my dressings, you laughed at me. And now, you're talking to me like a close friend. I'm a little confused here."


"You were going to say bitch, weren't you. That's OK, lots of guys think that about me when they first get here. I don't mind. When you hurt, or think your life has changed forever, you sometimes say things because you don't understand. See, if we pamper you guys, you'll never get well. The wounds will heal, but your mind won't, and that's the worst injury of them all. So, we treat you like you're well, even make you mad, so you'll realize your life isn't over. We also talk to the guys, if they want to talk, because that helps. I'll be glad to talk with you, but if you start feeling sorry for yourself, I'm going to be a bitch again, until you start to realize you're fortunate to be alive, and start acting like a normal man. Now get some sleep, and I'll be back to see you before I leave for the day."

So began our relationship, Rhonda's and mine. It wasn't a very good start, really, but as I grew to understand this tiny nurse, I also grew to respect her skills, lightening wit, and intelligence. If I was happy, she was happy. If I was feeling a little down, she would sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes and talk, and sometimes would hold my hand. If I dived back into the depths of self-pity, she was merciless, taunting, teasing, and laughing at me until I had to come back out of shame or anger. As soon as I returned to mostly normal, Rhonda would again become the friend who talked out my thoughts and worries, or who traded jibes with the skill of a fencing master teaching her student.

The first week passed slowly, but it passed. The Doc came every day and looked at my chart, but didn't say much except ask how I was and if I needed anything. Rhonda came everyday, at least three times, to check on me, or bring my meals or medications, or sometimes just to sit and talk. That weekend, Rhonda was off, so I didn't see her until Monday morning. I was feeling down again, because the Doc had said I had to stay in bed for another week. Staying in bed wasn't so bad. It was just boring as hell, and also really embarrassing when Rhonda had to bring me a bedpan. She never seemed to mind, and always smiled, but I just couldn't get used to that.

Mid-way through the second week, I started asking the Doc when I could get up. On Friday, Rhonda was all giggles when she brought my lunch, and I could tell she wanted to tell me something.

"Guess what?"

"I do'o, wha'," I slurred around a mouthful of meatloaf.

"On Monday, I'm going to get your lazy ass out of that bed, and take you to rehab. They're going to work you so hard you won't be able to feel sorry for yourself anymore, and I won't have to keep being a bitch. That'll be fun for a change." She giggled again, and then the soft voice returned. "Doctor Mills say's you're healing well, and wants to get you back on that leg as soon as possible. You start on Monday, only for a half hour, but it's a start. Just do the best you can, and you'll get stronger every day. Soon, you'll be walking with a cane, and then you can go home."

It was funny, but I really hadn't thought of going home. I read the letters that had finally found their way through the Army mail system, and thought about home a lot, but just never thought of going back, until she said that.

It seemed that Monday would never come, and when it finally did, I woke full of anticipation. Then, after thinking about it for a while, the anticipation turned to fear. My leg was shot to hell, and I hadn't walked in, what was it, almost three weeks now. I couldn't do this, I wasn't ready.

Rhonda brought me my breakfast and pills, and after she had taken care of the rest of the ward, came back to sit on the bed with me again. 

"OK, Terry. I know you're scared. Just remember, you won't ever walk again unless you try. You're wound is healed enough to start, but you have to want it; you have to want it more than anything you've ever wanted before, because it's going to be hard. Your body is strong enough, but you have convince your mind, and that's the hard part."

A little later she rolled a wheelchair up to my bed. Between her supporting me and my effort, I managed to sit down in the chair. My wounded leg felt like so much dead weight, or would have if it hadn't started hurting. Once in the chair, it calmed down a little, and she wheeled me through the ward door and down a corridor. We came to a door marked "REHABILITATION ROOM 1", and she backed through, pulling me behind her.




Rhonda, the Night Nurse



The room was painted the same puke green as the ward, and contained a set of handrails about twenty feet long with mats underneath and on both sides. Along the wall were two walkers, like my great grandmother used to use, and some canes in a stand. There was a desk, and behind the desk was a chubby woman of about forty, with thick glasses and short, black hair. She rose, and walked over to us. 

"Terry, this is Angie. Angie will be your therapist. She knows what she's doing, so pay attention to what she tells you, and try hard. I'll be back to get you in about half an hour."

Angie seemed really nice, almost like your sister would be, for about a minute and a half. We started simply enough, just supporting myself between the hand rails, and putting weight on my injured leg. Then she wanted me to take a step forward. After two minutes, I figured she was a sadist. After ten minutes, I realized she must have learned her trade from either the Gestapo or the Viet Cong. After twenty minutes, I was sweating like a pig, in pain, and thought she must have trained the Gestapo and the Viet Cong. She wasn't rude or loud, just insistent that I could and would walk down those handrails, and she wouldn't listen to how much I hurt or how I couldn't do it. She stayed right behind me, supporting me sometimes, and coaxing me to walk at others. I told her I was trying, but it wasn't working, but she didn't want to hear that. It was always, "Walk, one foot and then the other, one foot and then the other."

I made it about five feet down the handrails before she said, "OK, that's enough for today," and helped me back to the wheelchair. About that time, Rhonda came in to pick me up.

"So, Angie, how's this guy been doin'?

"Well, I don't want to say he did too well, because he'll think that's all he has to do tomorrow, but he did pretty good. He made it almost a fourth of the way down the rails, and that's better than most of them do. Lordy, you should have heard him whine about his leg, and how he couldn't do it," she laughed, "but he did, just like you said he would."

Angie turned to me and smiled. "You really did do very well for the first day. Tomorrow, we'll work on stretching the distance, and then do some exercises to get some strength back in that muscle. Terry, it's going to be hard, and it'll take a while, but today you showed me that you can do this. You'll be walking on your own sooner than you think, as long as you give me the effort that you did today."

So began my daily expeditions through the hell that Angie called rehabilitation. She was a driver who never let up on me, but she always told me when I had done well, and that helped, somehow. Rhonda always sat on my bed, afterwards, and praised my efforts as well, so I had to keep trying. You see, I was developing feelings for Rhonda that I'd never had before, for anyone. I didn't tell her, because I figured it was mostly the close relationship that had developed between us as nurse and patient, and my gratitude for all she had done for me, but the feelings made it impossible for me to fail in her expectations of me.

After two weeks, I had managed to travel the length of the rails, turn around, and come back. Angie informed me that I could now graduate to a walker, and I was soon able to move around the hospital, admittedly very slowly, but I was no longer confined to the ward and Angie's dungeon. The day I graduated to a cane, Rhonda told me it was time for her turn at the night shift, so another nurse would take care of me during the day. She said she'd still see me at night, but since I slept then, I didn't think we'd get to talk much, and I was going to miss that.

On the next Monday, I met Linda, the new nurse for the ward. Linda wasn't pretty, and her figure belonged on a man, but she was happy and efficient. She was so efficient that she hardly said anything to any of us, and by the time breakfast was over, I missed Rhonda a lot. By lunch time, I missed her more, and by evening, I was back to self-pity. At seven o'clock, Rhonda walked in the door, pushing the cart with evening medications. She took care of everybody, and then came to sit on my bed.

"Well, Terry, how did you do today?"

"Oh, OK I guess, at least Angie said I did well. I can get around with my cane now, and my leg hardly ever hurts. I walked outside for a while, and that felt good."

"Hey, that's great. You'll be going home soon. I'll bet that makes you happy, doesn't it?"

"Well, I suppose so. I'm a little worried at what my Mom and Dad are going to think about the cripple they not have for a son."

"Nonsense, you aren't a cripple. Before you know it, you'll be able to throw away that cane, and anyway, I don't think that's going to make any difference to them. They'll just be glad that you're home. "

On Friday, Rhonda came in at the same time, but that night, I could tell something was wrong. As usual, she gave everybody their medicine, and then came to sit with me. She looked sad, and I asked her why. She just smiled and said, "Feel up to a walk?"


We walked down the corridor to the rehab room I had grown to hate, and then to love. Rhonda produced a key from her pocket, and unlocked the door. Other than the desk lamp, the room was unlit, and I hobbled inside trying to find the light switch. Rhonda followed me into the room, and then turned and re-locked the door. She quickly caught up with me, and said, "Please don't turn on the lights." She smiled and lead me to one of the floor mats beside the handrails I had hated so much that first day, and then helped me sit down. She took the cane from my hand, and placed it on the desk, and then came to sit beside me. She took a deep breath, as if getting ready for something she wasn't going to enjoy.

"Terry, a lot of guys come to this hospital, and I have to take care of them. Some of them don't make it, so I always try to stay a little distant. We all do, because if we let ourselves get too close, and the guy doesn't live, the pain can be terrible. The person you see in your doctor or in the nurses is not the real person. It's a person we invent to help us get through the days, and to help the patients get through theirs. I've always held firmly to that unwritten policy...until you. Something attracted me to you that first day, when you were raving away at me. I don't know what it was, but as I got to know you better, I started to care more than I should have. That's why I had myself transferred to nights; I thought I wouldn't have to be with you so much, and I could get back to normal, but it didn't work."

I started to speak, but she pressed her fingertip to my lips. "Don't say anything yet, I have to get this all out at once."

"Terry, I only know one way to say this. I've fallen in love with you. At first, I thought it was just that it made me feel good to see you getting better, and to know that I had helped, but then I realized that I feel that way about all the guys who come through here. You were different, and it was a little scary, at first. The other day, when you came back with your cane, I saw a man, not my patient, walk into the ward. I found myself thinking about being with you somewhere besides the hospital, and realized I was also feeling warm and, well..., I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to hold me, and I wanted to feel your arms around me. I've never felt that way about anyone before, and I knew then that I loved you. I knew I was just your nurse, so I tried to stop being around you, but every time I came into the ward, I had to come sit on your bed, just so I could be with you. I couldn't say anything, and decided it would be best for both of us if I put myself on nights. I thought I would be all right, but after not seeing you much this week, I'm going crazy, and I had to tell you how I feel."

She stopped, and stared at me with those deep eyes.

"Rhonda, I don't know what to say. I care for you in a way I've never felt before. I didn't say anything because I didn't know if I was inventing the feelings, or if they were real. I also didn't think you could ever feel anything for me; I'm still not right, and won't be for a long time, if I ever am."

She took my hand and held it tightly in her slender fingers. "Terry, I love you, and I want you. I don't care about your leg, or if you can walk. I care about you."

.Our first kiss was a little uncoordinated, but we made up for it with the second. As our lips met for the third time, Rhonda pushed me back onto the mat. She broke the kiss, and sat up. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the passion there as she unbuttoned the front of her uniform and then slipped it off her shoulders. The pants followed, and she sat there, illuminated by the desk lamp on the other side of the room, in her white bra and panties. She smiled as she reached behind her back for the bra clasp, and I caught my breath as the white cotton cups released her breasts. She slipped the straps off her arms, tossed the bra aside, and laid down beside me. With a trembling hand, she opened the hospital robe, and traced her fingertips across my chest before she pushed the robe to my sides. She raised to rest her breasts on my chest, and as her parted lips found mine, I felt the wonderful softness of her body against me. I held her close, and gently stroked the satin skin of her back as her tongue probed for and then found mine. My fingers found the waistband of the panties, and she stopped kissing long enough to help me slip them from her hips. Then, throwing her leg across mine, she snuggled her breasts against my chest and kissed me again. 

I felt the soft, downy hair on her mound pushing against my thigh, and slipped my hand between us to caress the silky curls. As my fingertips slipped lower, Rhonda raised her hips to give me access, and I felt the soft lips that lay beneath the concealing hair. When I stroked down the silken inner surface, a small cry escaped from her lips, and she pushed back against my caressing fingers. I felt the moisture of her arousal on my fingertips, and as my fingertips glided across the inner folds of her sex, she broke the kiss with a sigh. She rose to straddle my thighs, being careful not to put her weight on my injury, and I felt slender fingers reaching for, then finding, and then caressing my rapidly growing manhood. She looked at me and giggled, "And you were so modest the first time I changed your dressing. It's a good thing you didn't swell up like this then. I wouldn't have known what to do then..., but I do now. I need you, Terry, I need you now."

She raised her body, and positioned my manhood at her entrance. She began to lower herself, a little at a time, and I marveled the sensation of her body enveloping me. In the dim light, I could see the small, soft lips of her sex sliding down my shaft, and it looked almost as if they were pulling me inside her. Whenever I felt resistance, she raised up to allow her body's natural nectar to ease the way, and then began the slow descent over my shaft anew. At one point, I felt resistance that could only be the guardian of her virginity. I touched her soft thigh, and when she opened her eyes, I looked at her questioningly. She smiled, and a look of concentration swept over her beautiful face. I felt her bearing down, gently but firmly, again and again, until the filmy wisp of her womanhood yielded to her efforts. She gasped and cried out, but continued to sink over my hard shaft, finally settling with her soft lips pressing against my belly. We lay there for a while as she leaned down to kiss me, long and passionately. Her nipples were firm as she settled her weight over me, flattening her large yielding breasts against my chest. 

Her passage rippled over me in tiny, uncontrolled contractions, and the sensation of the oily soft, satiny surface was exquisite. She was making small rocking motions now, gradually increasing her movements until she raised herself once again to sit astride my hips. Her large, sensuous breasts beckoned, and I lifted them and caressed the soft skin as she rocked up and down. As I gently stroked her nipples, she sighed again and closed her eyes, and when I gently tugged on one, she moaned in ecstasy. 

She gently guided my right hand to her soft belly, and I slipped my fingertip between us to find her little throbbing button. I gently rubbed beside it, then around it, and then chanced a gentle touch on the little bud itself. My caress was rewarded by the sound of her tiny cry, and by an increase in the speed of her rocking motions. The sight of this beautiful woman making love to me, and the soft, sensual sounds that escaped her lips were driving me rapidly to the edge of passion. Rhonda was so wonderful, and as she began uncontrollably thrusting her body over mine, I allowed myself to become lost in her beauty, in her soft body, and in her passion. She shook, slightly, and then continued to rock as the first wave of pleasure swept over her, and only moments later, Rhonda cried out as her body convulsed in the throes of release. I groaned as her body beckoned for, and then received the seed boiling from my loins in a rush of screaming colors and sensations. She collapsed on top of me, smothering me with her soft lips as she ground her body into mine. We lay there, together in the most intimate of embraces, and she continued to gently caress my shaft with her body, and to rock slightly against me. As I slipped, spent but satiated, from the warm confines of her belly, she rested her cheek on my chest. 

I don't know how long we lay there in each other's arms, but I know that I wanted her to never leave. We couldn't say anything; words would have been useless to describe the feelings between us. We spoke to each other with our lips, with our fingertips, with our bodies. Then, kissing me one last time, she rose and dressed. She took my hand, and helped me to my feet, retrieved my cane, and walked me back down the hall to my bed. She helped me slip between the sheets, kissed me gently, and whispered in my ear, "Terry, just remember that I love you," and was gone. I fell into the sleep of one who has found a great treasure, a treasure meant only for him, and woke only when hands shook me the next morning. Through sleepy eyes, I looked up, expecting to see Rhonda, and was disappointed to see Linda's plain face. The disappointment must have been apparent, because she laughed and said, "I'm not all that bad, now am I?"

I made some wise crack about having a bad night, and raised to a sitting position so she could take my pulse. It was then that I saw the envelope on the small table beside the bed. After Linda moved to the next bed, I anxiously picked it up, opened it and began to read.

"Terry, I couldn't tell you last night because it would have ruined the most wonderful evening of my life. You are going home on Monday. Doctor Mills will tell you today, but your orders came through Friday afternoon, and I had to get your file ready to send with you. 

I knew we wouldn't have much time, and I had to tell you that I love you, that I love you so very much. What happened last night was not something I planned; it just happened, but it was more than I had ever hoped to be able to share with you. I know now that I was right to try to separate myself from you, because now I have to try somehow to get over these feelings, and I don't know if I can. I should have just stopped seeing you, or become just one of your nurses again, but I couldn't, and now I have to live with the pain of losing you.

Terry, I have to stay here for another six months, and I don't know where they will send me next, so I will probably never see you again. Just know that for one short moment in time, I loved you very much. I will always love you, I know now, but everything is pulling us apart, and there's no way to stop it. Please don't write, because reading your words will open my heart again, and I can't take the agony of knowing you are out there when I can't get to you. 

I won't see you again before you leave; the tears would do neither of us any good, and would only make it harder for both of us to part. I hope you loved me as you said, because that does help, and I want you to know that you were the first. They say a girl always remembers her first lover, and that will be both good and bad, I'm afraid.

Terry, take care of yourself, and don't worry about me. I've learned to be tough, and I will learn to live without you, somehow. Go home and find a nice girl who will love you like life itself, who can give you a home and children, and forget this nurse who can't be with you. You have a wonderful life ahead of you, so make the most of the second chance that has been given you.

With all my love,

Rhonda

I sat on the bed for hours, reading and re-reading the short letter. I walked the grounds. I asked the other nurses how to contact her, but they said she had told them she was going away and didn't say where.

Monday arrived, and Doctor Mills told me the news that I already knew. I had to feign being happy, because I was not. That morning, I was issued new uniforms and got my orders. In the afternoon, the bus came to take me and a few others to the airport. I boarded the jet, knowing it was taking me away from the woman I loved, and in agony because I could do nothing about it. After hours of endless thoughts of how to find Rhonda again, the jet landed in Seattle, and by that afternoon, I was discharged from the Army and on another jet back to Tennessee.

I felt relieved when I walked up the ramp to the terminal in Nashville and saw Mom and Dad waiting for me. For a few minutes of tearful hugs from both of them, I forgot about the little red haired nurse who was so far away. When I arrived at home, the rest of the family was there, and it wasn't until I went to bed that night that she came back. For the first time since I left Japan, the full feeling of never seeing Rhonda again hit me. I lay awake, thinking of her, until the first glints of sunlight peeped through the window shade. I finally slept, but fitfully, and only for two hours.

Mom knew something was wrong, something more than my injury. She asked, and suddenly I was her little boy again, spilling out the story of the wonderful nurse who made me a man again when I was just a broken body, and about how I had grown to love her. She cried for me, and tried to help, but in the end, I was still the same, lost and full of sorrow.

I managed to find a job, so I was now financially independent again, and the work took my mind off Rhonda, at least during the day. The nights were hell at first, then slowly the memory receded to unexpected visions of her face accompanies by tremendous bursts of emotion, late a night when I woke from sleep. After six months, these too mostly went away, and her memory became a picture out of focus, and carried only occasional twinges of longing.

I still had to go to the VA Hospital to continue my therapy. The nurses there were nice, and tried to help. I also had to see a psychiatrist, to make sure my injury had not affected me mentally. I could have told the fool that my injury didn't bother me anymore, but he had his agenda to complete. He ultimately certified me cured, but I wasn't cured of the little red haired beauty that captured my heart only to be parted by things out of our control.

I had gone to the hospital to get the last checkup before they released me. The doctor examined my leg and the X-rays, and watched as I paraded up and down the short length of the examining room. He pronounced me well, and explained that as time went on, most of the limp would go away. We were walking to the waiting room when I saw a red haired nurse walking ahead of us. I felt the twinge of sadness hit me again, and must have stopped walking, because the doctor touched my shoulder and asked if I was feeling all right. I said that I was, and was making some excuse about daydreaming, when the nurse turned around.




Rhonda, the Night Nurse



I dropped the cane, and began walking as fast as I could. At the sound of the cane hitting the floor, she looked up, and I knew for sure. She ran the short length of the hall, and I swept her into my arms.

"Rhonda, it's you, it's really you. How did you get here? Why didn't you tell me? I've been so...oh, God, it is you. Rhonda...Rhonda..."

She just put her arms around my neck and kissed me, right there in the hall as the doctor looked on with mouth agape, and as other nurses passed and exchanged whispers. We parted, and both burst out laughing when we saw the doctor. Rhonda spoke first.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Doctor Ames. We haven't seen each other in over six months. I'll not let this happen again."

He shook his head, and walked on down the hall. He turned before he opened the door to the waiting room, and smiled as he said, "Rhonda, I'm not that old, no matter what you think. I know what I saw here, and I'm happy for you both. Go take an early lunch. We can do without you for a while."

Over coffee in the cafeteria, we held hands as she told me how she came to Nashville. 

"After you left, I wasn't the same. I still loved my job, but it was different. Since my enlistment was up at the end of my tour in Japan, I decided to get out. I did want to stay in government service, so I inquired about jobs with the VA. When this job came up, I remembered that you lived in Nashville, so I jumped at it." She lowered her eyes, embarrassed. "I guess I was hoping you still remembered me. I ran across your file last week, and was working up the courage to call you." She looked back up at me. "Terry, if you've found someone...well, don't worry. I won't cause any trouble."

I squeezed her hand, and said, "Do you remember that night when you asked me if I felt up to a walk?"

"Yes, I remember. That walk is one of the things I couldn't forget."

"Rhonda, do you feel up to another walk with me? I don't know where this one will lead, but I think it might be a very long walk. I'd...I would like it to last the rest of our lives."

She smiled, and I saw a single tear begin to run down her cheek. "Let's see if we're still the way we remember, before we start that really long walk. After all, you don't need me to take care of you anymore."

"That's right, Rhonda. Now, it's my turn to take care of you."



Rhonda



He stood up on his feet and felt the wind push up his long hair and agitate the hairs on his arms, his beard and his crotch. He frowned. Perhaps it would be better to join Eve in the wood. He wandered towards the trees, following the path worn by animals that led to the pool where he and Eve usually bathed. As he entered the relative gloom of the forest, he could still hear the rustle of the leaves, but otherwise the wood was strangely quiet. The birds were no longer serenading and the monkeys were not chattering. He looked up at an ape on one tree who crouched on an upper branch with a banana in the palm of his foot, but did not respond to the friendly wave he directed at it. Adam frowned, but continued his way through the wood.

And then he heard a sound in the wood that he'd never heard before, at least not from a distance. It was a moaning, groaning sound, occasionally broken by a strange slapping and a quite loud shriek. At first he was sure it was just Eve. Perhaps she was masturbating, though usually she wasn't normally quite as vocal. But then he also heard another note, which was also high-pitched like Eve's, but somehow less gentle and more guttural. However, Adam had no concept of danger. There was nothing in the garden that would harm him. So he felt no urgency to quicken his pace as he walked through the wood.

Nevertheless when he got to the pool, for the first time ever, he felt emotions of a negative kind that he was unable to understand. There was Eve. True. But also someone else. And what they were doing was unmistakably like making love. Adam had no notion of emotions like jealousy or anger, and he was more puzzled and bemused as he strode toward the interlocking bodies and greeted them.

Eve faced him, her long hair plastered by the sweat of her exertions, with the expression he'd always associated with her during their own lovemaking. Slightly foolish, brightened by love and desire, but also something else which he could not have not known but was the first glimmering of guilt in what had before now been a perfect world. "Hello, Adam," she greeted him, slightly breathlessly. "This is Rhonda."

"And you must be Adam," commented the strange woman. And what a strange woman she was. Slippery with sweat, but also both very red and very pale. Was she even the same species as Eve and he? Even her hair was different. Curly and red, but similarly damp with strands clinging to her bright shining cheeks. "Fuck! You're well hung! Hey, stud! Do you want to join in?"

"Join in?" wondered Adam. This is itself was a strange notion. Wasn't lovemaking meant for just two? And wasn't that couple meant to be only male and female? Although he was puzzled, he felt a strange arousal in his groin. He looked down in surprise, to see that his penis was twitching into erectness, slowly rising like a mast from the dark curly hairs. "I don't know. What do you think Eve?"

"I'm not sure," said Eve, pulling herself gently off Rhonda, but still holding her hand.

"Of course he's sure!" spoke Rhonda for her, stretching a hand out and grasping Adam's penis as it reached almost full erection. The feel of her hands and those shiny red fingernails brought Adam's penis to its greatest size. The skin pulled tightly off his glans, which shone in the afternoon sun with a purple glow. And then, Rhonda disengaged herself fully from Eve, who nonetheless pressed the side of her face against her buttocks, and put her mouth to Adam's penis, while grasping it with a hand. Adam watched with curiosity as Rhonda's mouth jogged up and down on its length, her cheeks pulled inwards, and a strange slobbering sound coming from her mouth.

And so it was that Adam and Eve gave into the temptation of Rhonda's advances, tasting a fruit that no one had explicitly forbidden them, but which they both somehow felt was not quite right. The three of them were on the grass by the pool under the tall trees, Adam's penis inside Eve and then inside Rhonda. Sometimes one mouth, sometimes two, sucking and licking and nibbling its length, his testicles and even putting fingers up his arse, something that Eve had never done before. He thrust into Rhonda as she lay on the ground, her legs around his waist, his buttocks mechanically thrusting back and forth, the sounds of the forest now punctuated by a slap slap slap of their conjugal rhythm, while Eve kissed and licked Rhonda full on her mouth, her hands stroking her breasts as they flattened and flopped with each thrust of his pelvis. 

Adam didn't notice the sounds of the birds bursting from the trees above in a panicked flight, nor the anguished rustle as monkeys and squirrels raced along the branches. Nor the sound of the wind, which had truly picked up, as it bent the trees with its gusts. The sky was getting darker, even though it was still many hours to nightfall. All he was conscious of was the passion that drove his lust and matched his cries of pleasure and ecstasy by the frantic shrieks and cries of his two lovers. And Rhonda knew no bounds to her imagination. She guided his penis into her anus. Such a tight fit, clenching tight on his pulsing manhood, as he thrust into her, while Eve's tongue and fingers played with his testicles and Rhonda's vagina. But still he thrust, bleary-eyed, hot and ravenous.

Eventually came release which Rhonda ensured was shared by both Eve and she, as thick globules of semen spurted over their sweaty hot faces, dripping down their noses, cheeks and chins, the two of them looking foolish and childish. Adam had never done this before. Normally he ensured he released himself inside Eve. That was surely the place it was meant to be: in his lover's own receptacle of love.

And then Adam noticed that it was raining heavily. So heavily in fact that the forest was no longer offering sufficient shelter to keep them dry. It fell in torrents down his chest, and through his hair, washing off all the passion and sweat. And not only from him, but also from Eve, whose long hair weighed heavily against her skin. And Rhonda. Was it also bathing her in its icy cold wetness, as it blew against his skin and made him shiver? 

But there was no sign of Rhonda. Or of her clothes. She had somehow vanished. There was no trace of her at all. There was just Adam and Eve. He put his arms around his companion, as the rain fell on him, and they looked up at the unnaturally dark sky where the large droplets of rain pounded down on them. There was a sudden brilliant spark of lightning. For the first time ever, Adam and Eve felt fear. Lightning did not seem at all benevolent. It cracked onto the ground and then there erupted an ominous loud echoing crash of thunder.

"We need to find shelter!" Adam yelled, as that was the only way he could make himself heard over the roar of the splashing rain. There was another crack of lightning and an even louder crash of thunder. "We shall have to run to the caves!"

"Yes, we must," agreed Eve, looking at Adam, an expression of fright and even terror disfiguring her face.

And so they ran. And as they ran, the lightning burst around them, the woods caught alight and they were followed by the smell of burning wood. Smoke billowed out from the wood behind them when they burst into the open air, which provided safety from the fire that they uncomprehendingly saw around them. As they ran, they saw other animals run too. Antelope, deer, cattle all running in fear and bellowing with anxiety. 

They passed a lion who was sheltering under a tree. Eve thought she might run to him. Perhaps they could take him to the caves and they could shelter together. She paused in her running, panting and gasping from the unfamiliar panic, and studied the lion. The animal snarled at her. Its teeth were bared and its eyes didn't look at all friendly. As Adam hurried her on, she glanced back at the lion. Under his paws he could see the torn and bloody carcass of a lamb. And at that moment Eve fully gained the knowledge that had been slowly growing inside her, as she ran with the cold rain streaming down her bare body and flattening her hair to her skin, that from now on the world would be a less kind, more unforgiving place.



Rhonda's Crush



"Do you have any idea what it's like to have a crush, like I had on you – do you?"

I didn't move a muscle. She was the one holding the gun. The big gun. They must all look big from this close up. 

She squinted her eyes. Big, beautiful green eyes, actually. "I asked you a question!"

"Well I . . . ." I stammered, "I'm not sure I knew just how you felt, I guess I knew you liked me, but . . ."

"Liar!" she snapped. "You knew I was in love with you. You just couldn't see yourself with me could you? I wasn't your type. I was a little too motherly for you, not spontaneous enough – not fun enough. A little too possessive. I asked you too many questions."

"No . . ." I responded.

"It was my looks? You didn't like my big, thick glasses? You thought I dressed too frumpy? I was 19 – my mother picked out my clothes! She didn't like me exposing my breasts. She always told me that they were too large and didn't look right on me. 'Dress to minimize them', she said. How do you like the way I look now?"

The truth was that now, years later, I was the one who would probably have the crush. The glasses were gone, replaced my contact lenses, and her shimmering eyes were made-up and lovely. Her dark brown hair, once too long and straggly, was layered and meticulously arranged off of her face, highlighting her always-perfect complexion. Her lips, which had always seemed awkwardly big and chapped, now appeared full and soft, enhanced by lipstick. Her face was, truthfully, beautiful. Rhonda had made herself over.

Her body, which seemed too large and middle aged in her mother's choice of clothes, was slimmed down and voluptuous. She was never a small girl and never would be, but I kind of liked that. I'm not attracted to the size-four starvation victim looking girls. Rhonda had broad shoulders, which looked strong, while still feminine. Her breasts stood out straight and proud, at least a size D, I'd guess. Her low cut top did nothing to hide her fabulous cleavage. And her legs, which I don't ever remember seeing in her stupid dresses and starched jeans, were long and shapely. Her calf muscles looked strong, flexing each time she tapped her foot, which she was doing as she spoke.

"I think you look beautiful now, Rhonda," I said genuinely. "I always thought you were a good kid, 

I just - - - "

"Bullshit!" she screamed at me, shaking the gun uncomfortably. "You never thought anything about me at all!"

I had to think back, what – eight or ten years? How had I thought about her? She lived across the hall in our coed dorm at the University of Hartford, on the girl's side. I had friends who lived there who were much cooler than Rhonda, straight off the bus from Brooklyn with the accompanying accent. "Howa you?" she'd say. "Noice day, huh?"

I found her kind of annoying. She seemed to inject herself into the conversations we were having in the lounge between the bedrooms. I knew she liked me, and it was flattering, I admit. I was a good looking guy, fit and strong, with curly blonde hair. I always made her laugh. When I would walk past her in the dorm, sweating with my shirt off after playing football or Frisbee, I could see her practically drool.

The fact is, I would have loved to fuck her, but she was the type who would be picking out china patterns and setting up a bridal registry the next day. Her umbilical cord still stretched from Connecticut to Sheep's Head Bay. Definitely not my type of girl.

Then I met Dina, and she became the sun, moon and stars to me. I forgot all about every other girl. Before I knew it, college was over. I don't think Rhonda ever had a boyfriend there, now that I think about it.

"It was a long time ago," I concluded. "I don't remember exactly how I felt. As I said, I thought you were a good kid, but I met Dina and - - -"

"Now you're going to tell me it was because of Dina?" she ranted. "I knew you a year before you met her!" She was right – and armed. Oh boy, wrong move. Then she let it all out.

"I used to watch you – study you. In our dorm, in the cafeteria, anywhere I saw you. I knew all of your clothes, and I had my favorites, like that black shirt with the gray piping. Your faded black jeans. Your ripped Grateful Dead T-shirt that you would never throw away. I knew all of your expressions. That smirk of yours. Your grin. I knew every freckle on your face. Your smile. I could tell when you were sad, and it broke my heart. I just wanted to see you happy – to make you happy – and I could have done it."

"Rhonda," I said, standing up.

"Sit down!" she said, waving the gun perilously at me. "I'm not done."

I obeyed. This wasn't a movie. Chuck Norris was not going to burst in and help me. How did I get here? When Peggy invited me to her NJ shore house for a fun weekend, I didn't know who would be here. She mentioned some 'old friends' from college. I was actually happy to see Rhonda. And my, how she had evolved. Even her Brooklyn accent was toned down. She sounded like a confident, mature woman. When she asked me to help her bring her suitcase up, I innocently agreed. I was happy to help. Until she pulled the pistol from her purse.

"Where is Dina now?" she asked.

"I don't know," I responded, "we broke up many years ago." She smiled.

"Your lips, how I wanted to kiss them. They were made for me, you know. I memorized every inch of your body," she continued. Your shoulders. Your strong chest. I loved the way your muscles flexed when you moved your arms. Your cock, though, I never saw your cock. I wanted it inside of me. I wanted to touch it, to lick it. I used to lie in bed alone at night, dreaming of your cock inside of me, and your body lying on top of mine. My legs spread wide for you – only you. I used to rub myself until I came, dreaming it was you making me cum – making me scream your name. 

"Did you like fucking Dina? Did she make you cum hard? I used to sneak over to your room and sit outside your door in the middle of the night, just to hear you two make love. Did you know I was there? I could hear her – 'Oh Billy, Billy, that feels so good. You're making me feel so good. Give it to me. Harder – yes – faster – yes. I'm gonna cum now baby – Oh God – Oh God – I'm gonna cuummmm.' Remember?"

She had been there all right. Dina was a noisy one. This was bizarre. 

"She must have loved your cock deep inside her pussy. Did she suck your cock, your beautiful cock? The one I never got to suck, never got to see. I'm going to see it now, though."

"Rhonda, I pleaded, "this is going a little too far . . ."

"I'll decide when it's gone too far," she commanded. "Pull down those shorts."

I complied. I slowly pulled down my shorts, revealing my dark blue underpants.

"Those," she waved the gun at my briefs, "pull those down too."

Again, I granted her wish. I lowered my briefs to my knees. My cock flopped out, soft and long. I saw Rhonda's eyes flash a moment as she squirmed in her chair, staring at my cock.

"Pull them all the way off," she directed. "Throw them over here."

I stood naked from the waist down. 

"Take off your shirt and throw it over here, too."

Rhonda studied my bare body. Her eyes went from my face to my neck, down my chest and rippled stomach until they stopped at my cock.

"Turn around," she said.

I turned away from her, hearing her inhale deeply as she studied my ass. I was intimidated - confused - aroused. Didn't anyone wonder where we were? Perhaps they heard us and thought we were just talking – catching up. She was catching up, all right.

I heard noises behind me, but I could not make out all of them. Locking the door, I computed that one. Then the rustling of clothes or something. I felt her nearing me, smelled her perfume. Gone was that disgusting musk perfume she used to marinade in – I called it 'dead wet animal' perfume. Now she wore a fresh, feminine scent, and not too much of it. I smelled her powder.

Rhonda was standing in back of me. She put her lips on the back of my neck and kissed me gently. I still didn't move. Then I felt – her large bare breasts against my back. The hardness of her erect nipples. Her hands wrapped around my waist and rubbed my stomach. I didn't realize it, but she had put the gun down.

She rubbed up and down my torso. Her hands caressed my chest and squeezed my nipples gently. All the while she was softly kissing my neck and back.

"Wanted to make you happy," she mumbled, her breath uneven. "Just wanted to make you happy."

Her hands rubbed my stomach as they made their journey down to my crotch. She must have been kneeling now. I felt her breath on the small of my back. Rhonda's hands finally found my cock, and I heard her groan.

"Your cock, your beautiful cock," she breathed.

Her hands softly - dare I say it, lovingly – caressed my cock and balls. Rhonda began to lick the crack of my ass with her warm, wet tongue. I spread my legs instinctively, and she continued to lick a path to my anus. It felt so wonderful.

"Close your eyes," she demanded. "And keep them closed."

Rhonda's tongue swirled around my anus, bathing it with warmth, while she stroked my rigid shaft with both hands. Then she stopped. I squeezed my eyes closed.

Momentarily, I felt that hot breath again – at my crotch. Rhonda's hands cupped my ass cheeks, as her mouth found my cock head. Masterfully, she swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock, swelling it to major proportions. She was murmuring softly, "mmm, mmm" as she went along.

Her mouth began to slide down the length of my cock, her teeth lightly rubbing as she went along. Down, down, she went. I couldn't believe how far. Then back out again. She licked her way down my shaft to my balls. Taking each one in her mouth, she licked and sucked them tenderly. When she heard me moaning, she knew she'd hit the mark, and went back to work on my cock with gusto. Slobbering and slurping on my engorged meat, Rhonda's head traveled up and down my entire length, sending shivers through me. My legs trembled, and I began to breathe heavier. Finally, I had to say it.

"Oh my God, Rhonda. You suck my cock so well. You're making me feel so damn good."

I broke the rules. I opened my eyes and looked down. I saw Rhonda squatting in front of me, her shining hair cascading down her shoulders, her huge tits standing proudly. Without thinking I reached down and caressed them, which made Rhonda suck even harder and with more purpose. Hormones were flooding my system. I didn't care if Rhonda was holding a cannon on me at this point, all I could think about was how good she was making me feel.

As she immersed my cock between her soft lips, Rhonda took the fingers of her left hand and rubbed it on my wet shaft. Then she took those fingers and lightly played with my anus, making me shudder and moan. 

Rhonda looked up and stared at me with soft, bedroom eyes. She kept blowing me for a minute this way, reading the overwhelmed expression on my face. Sliding her lips off my soaking wet cock, she kept pumping it with her hand while she softly spoke to me.

"Do you like the way I suck your cock – do you?"

Yes, Oh God yes, I nodded positively.

"I had a lot of practice, Billy. I wanted them all to be you. I pretended that they were you. I would close my eyes and imagine it was your cock I was sucking, your ass I was licking."

I just grunted. Her wet hand milking my cock was making it hard to concentrate.

"Do you know that I could have been sucking your cock all along this way. That I would have lived to suck your cock day and night – all the time?"

Closing my eyes, I again nodded in the affirmative.

Rhonda placed her lips on my cock once again, licking around the head on her tour down the shaft. Without warning, one of her wet fingers found its way into my anus, making me buck and wobble. I was trying to hold back my orgasm, but it was a formidable battle. Rhonda must have sensed my plight, because she slowed down her oral assault in time to delay the inevitable.

Standing naked in front of me, she asked, "Do you like my body now, Billy? Does it turn you on?"

There was no way it couldn't. She had matured into a stunning young woman. Her face was handsome, with large features – eyes and lips. Her nose was unremarkable, her hair dark and thick, framing her perfectly. Her body – sumptuous. Amazing curves and breasts, with alluring tan lines. Rhonda was large but tight, not heavy, and voluptuous in all the right places. Even her pussy was exquisite, with fully shaved lips and neatly trimmed triangle of hair on top. The only feature I didn't like was the stainless steel gun she was clutching. 

"Yes," I honestly admitted, "it turns me on."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"I would," I declared. "Yes, I would."

"What would you to do to me – describe it to me in detail."

"Well," I started, "I would start at your face. I'd take your face in both my hands and kiss you like you've always wanted me to. I'd swirl my tongue all the way around you mouth. Then I'd find your tongue and suck it, drawing it into my mouth. I'd lick your lips. Then I'd kiss all the way down that beautiful neck of yours, past your shoulders to your breasts."

"I'd hold them in my hands," I continued. "I'd caress them, I'd massage your nipples with my fingers. Then I'd draw each nipple at a time into my mouth, where I'd suck and lick it until it stuck out like a roll of pennies. By this time, your pussy would be getting wet and starting to tingle."

"Oh my," Rhonda whispered, getting a glazed, far-off look in her eyes. "Go on."

"Then I'd lick my way down your stomach, holding onto your hips for balance. I might even park my tongue on your navel a minute, just for fun."

A fleeting smile flashed across her face, but she was still absorbed in the moment. 

"I wouldn't stay long though," I said. "I'd start again at your feet and kiss my way up those gorgeous, shapely calves and thighs until I got to your pussy. I'd stop there and linger. I'd kiss it, I'd touch and lick it. Oh, I'd lick it long and hard, from top to bottom. I'd use my tongue like a cock, and stick in into your hole until you cried and begged me to stop. I'd make your pussy mine. Then I'd lick your anus until you shivered with delight."

"Oh my God, Billy," Rhonda panted, lowering the gun. "Would you? You're making me so horny, so hot."

"Yes I would," I pledged. "I would spread your legs wide and stick my cock in you. Just a little – just a little – then all the way in. I would pump you slow and easy, then hard and fast. You wouldn't know what to expect. I'd turn you over and lick your ass, then stick my cock in and give it to you doggie style."

"Giving it to me – giving it to me," she chanted, her mind drifting off into that other place, where we were together.

"Finally, when you couldn't take any more, I'd make you cum, Rhonda. Give you the strongest orgasm of your life. Make you cum so hard that your juices flooded the bed, and I'd lick them all off of you. Lick you clean, so we could start again. Start all over again."

Rhonda couldn't take any more. Her nipples were sticking straight out, and her body was swaying as though she were on a ship in rough seas. She rushed to me and threw the gun on the bed.

The gun I knew was nothing more than a cigarette lighter.

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me so hard and passionately that she must have sucked all the oxygen out of the room. Our tongues intertwined like serpents, feeding off of each other. She kissed my neck and ears, while my hands found her nipples.

I held and squeezed as much of her tits in my hands as I could. I was not being gentle, and Rhonda loved it.

"Oh Billy, oh baby," she panted, her arousal shifting into high gear, "this is what I've always wanted. Take me . . . and make me yours . . . yours to do with whatever you want."

I took one large tit and sucked the nipple into my mouth. Wetting the fingers of my other hand, I squeezed and kneaded her other nipple. I continually switched off this way, squeezing one nipple while licking the other. Rhonda threw her head back, her knees trembling. I smoothly pushed her over to the bed and laid her down.

Just as I had promised, I licked up Rhonda's lovely, strong calves. They were tan and smooth, smelling slightly from coconut moisturizer. By this time, the juices must have been streaming out of her – the fragrant smell was unmistakable – and a superb affirmation of how I was making her feel.

Arriving finally at that incredible pussy, I spread it wide with my thumbs to give me total access. I licked from the bottom to the top. I took Rhonda's clit in my mouth like a piece of hard candy and sucked it hard. 

Rhonda moaned low in her throat as her brain filled with thoughts of nothing but sex. Drowning out reason. Every fiber in her body, every cell, screamed for sex, begged for release. It was not to come too quickly.

I stuck my thumb in Rhonda's pussy and wiggled it around as I worked my tongue down her slit. I took a moment to drench her taint area with my tongue, then headed south of the border. My tongue found her tight little anus. I licked around it at first, sending shivers through her body. Her legs quivered and shook.

Then I stuck my tongue in her rosebud – just a little – making her jerk and tremble. It was almost time to open up her senses and rock her hard.

Moving my tongue up her slit again, I kept my thumb moving in and out of her pussy. Once my tongue found her clit again, I took my index finger of the same hand and placed it at the now wet and fully prepped entrance to her anus. Sucking on her clit furiously, I stuck that finger in her rosebud just about an inch. That was all it took.

Rhonda's hips began bucking on the bed like she was possessed. It took all of my coordination to hang on and keep going during her orgasm. She was grunting and moaning, speaking to me in tones that were – well – not quite so loving.

"Fuck – fuck you . . . . Billy . . . I'm cumming so hard and . . . . fuck . . . you sonofabitch . . . . look what you're . . . doing to me . . . . making me . . . cum so hard . . . you fuck." She was practically crying from the intense pleasure.

She finally began to settle down as her orgasm subsided. Her breathing began to normalize, and she raised her arms and stretched out on the bed with a broad smile, like a cat who had just finished her evening's warm milk. She was about to get some warm milk of my own. Rhonda started this party, remember, and she was going to have to stay.

I put my hands around Rhonda's waist and turned her over. Seeing her beautiful, pristine ass cheeks somehow incensed me. I gave three quick 'thwaks' to each one with the palm of my hand, eliciting an immediate redness that satisfied my urges. Rhonda cried out with each smack.

"Oh . . . ouch . . . ahhh . . . . ahhh . . . . ahhh." But it wasn't truly pain she was expressing. No, it was surprise, a little discomfort and . . . satisfaction. How did I know?

"Again, Billy . . . again." That's how.

"POP – POP – POP" Her ass started to show real signs of redness, and my hand stung as well.

"Mmmmm . . .oohh . . . .," she responded. Enough. I lifted Rhonda up by her waist, so that she was supporting herself on her knees and elbows. Getting up as close as I could to her, I sunk my cock into her still drenched pussy. I must have pushed so hard that I expelled the air out of her lungs, because she opened her mouth and breathed out hard.

I held her by the hips and I slammed in and out of her. The feeling was marvelous, creating a hot zone from my lower stomach down through my genitals and ending in my upper thighs. The entire area tingled with delight. Rhonda's tits swung freely underneath her with each of my thrusts, jiggling freely. Her skin undulated in waves from the impact of my strokes, much as the ripple effect a rock makes when thrown on an undisturbed lake. Her reaction was pleasingly vocal.




Rhonda's Crush



"Uhnn . . . uhnnn . . . uhn . . ." she muttered softly. "Feels so good, so fine."

I kept sliding my cock in and out of her this way, my mind leaving my body for a day trip.

Then I lifted my left leg up next to her body, so that I could get the maximum penetration. From this angle, my cock was almost pointed downward. Each stroke was making contact with her cervix. At the same time, I reached forward to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples. Rhonda was more snorting than breathing at this point, perhaps close to the point of no return once again.

The feeling of my cock tip making contact with her cervix was intoxicating. It sent a surge of gratification through me with each collision. My body began to shudder, my lips trembling. Time to change position for my final assault before it was too late. I rolled Rhonda over.

I positioned myself between her fine legs. I was on my knees, my torso upright, as I took her ankles and held them apart. I loved the way they felt and looked. The smooth, firm texture of a woman's legs – nature's gift to men. I planted kisses along her airborne calves and feet. Rhonda looked up at me, a slight smile curling her lips. It was a look of anticipation and excitement. Quickly, I plunged my steel-hard cock into her waiting hole. 

Back and forth I drove my hips, back and forth, like a woodcutter using a huge saw on a massive tree. Rhonda's big melons were bouncing up, down and all around as I held her legs and pounded her. I slid my hands down to hold her legs under her knees.

I was pistoning in and out of her like a machine, my motions mechanically rhythmic. I could have been timed by a metronome, I was so precise.

Rhonda looked at my face with her heavy, pre-orgasm eyes. "I want you to cum now, Billy. I'm going . . . to cum and I . . . want you to cum with me."

She reached up and put her hands on my chest, her thumb nails rubbing my nipples harder and harder. My eyes started to close as I let my head fall back, my orgasm beginning to hit me like a sledge hammer, sperm starting to rush up my shaft.

"Brrr . . . brrr . . ." Rhonda rambled incoherently as she lost all control, her orgasm smashing through her. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling my body as close to her as possible. We held each other tight through our orgasms, her hips bouncing up to meet mine, my sperm pumping furiously into her warm pussy. 

"Oh baby . . . oh, baby doll . . . that feels so good, so intense"she cried, or was it me?

We continued to pump each other, our hands holding, our lips melting together until we both simply expelled all of our energy into each other, leaving nothing in the tanks.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, kissing gently while my cock unavoidably softened and fell out of her on its own accord. Our breathing returned to normal, the sweat drying on our foreheads. I rolled off of Rhonda at last, as we collapsed beside each other, cuddling on the bed. 

"Rhonda?" I asked softly, not wanting to break her post-orgasmic high.

"Yes, Billy? What is it baby?"

"Do we have to do this gun routine every time?"

"No, Billy, no," she replied. "Next time we'll think of something new."

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Rhonda's Garden



This story has a mature angle, with the man being about 10 years younger than the woman. One of the primary themes - hair as a sexual attraction - might put the story in the fetish category. It's also what you would - hopefully - call an erotic coupling.

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Chapter One: Last minute customers.

The annoying jingle of the bells attached to the front door of Rhonda's Green Thumb got the attention of the proprietor of the establishment, just as she was trying to post a message on her favorite website.

"Damn!" Rhonda said as she hurried to finish, and that caused her to start misspelling words.

Giving up, she jumped out of her chair and entered the front of the store. A couple in their thirties were looking around the store, walking in opposite directions around the showroom.

She was a willowy blonde with designer shades, who was chattering on the phone as she messed up the plant food display, just yakking away while oblivious to the world around her. Rhonda tried to work up a smile while waiting for a break in the conversation, so she could offer her assistance, and trying gamely to keep from getting irritated.

The guy - now that was a different story. A present day version of Sylvester Stallone, circa 1980. Long black hair just starting to need a trim, deep olive toned skin, and arms to die for; just looking at this guy made the blood rush to Rhonda's face. What was he doing with this ditsy woman?

Rhonda admitted to herself that she'd love to see the two of them go at it, thinking that he could easily break that girl in two without even trying.

"Now, if you're looking for a real woman... ," Rhonda said under her breath.

Not very likely, Rhonda admitted to herself, as she watched the guy lean down and look at one of the planters on the floor. It didn't figure that someone attracted to this blonde scarecrow would be much interested in her.

As she daydreamed, his shirt slid up a little in the back, revealing a light coat of jet black hair in the bared area.

"Easy now girl," Rhonda murmured to no one, as she fantasized about what the rest of this gorgeous bear looked like, and knew she was going to spend the rest of the day visualizing wrapping her arms around this furry Adonis and feeling that pelt of his between her fingers.

"Excuse me, does this come in a smaller size?"

The blonde held a small bag of plant food in her hand, and as Rhonda explained that the $2.98 bag was the smallest they made, the woman's cellphone went off again, and now the transaction was on hold as the woman babbled to somebody else about nothing in particular.

The clock had slid past 5, and while the shop wasn't doing well enough to be able to turn away business, Rhonda had half a mind to throw her out on her ear. Finally the woman managed to talk and throw three dollar bills on the counter at the same time. Some coins got pitched like chicken feed in her direction for the tax, and the woman took her bag and left, chattering every step of the way.

Rhonda was so mad that she spun around as the woman departed and pulled off her smock, tossing it on the chair as she reached around the corner to grab the keys off the hook, hearing the now welcome jingle of the bells that signalled the departure of the last and most annoying customer of the day.

As Rhonda turned back toward the front door to lock it for the day, she was startled to look up and see the man standing beside the register, and he smiled as Rhonda jumped in shock at the sight of the hulk in her path.

"Omigod!" Rhonda exclaimed as the keys flew out her hand while she put on the brakes to avoid a collision.

The man went over to pick up the keys, and Rhonda felt foolish as he handed them to her, her fingers still trembling from the shock.

"I'm sorry... thank you," Rhonda said as she brushed a wayward strand of hair from her face. "I thought you were gone. I mean, I figured you two were together."

"Only together in the same room for the last two minutes," the man replied, his voice a deep bass that was soothing to her ear. "Hopefully, that will be the last time too."

Rhonda giggled as the man rolled his eyes toward the parking lot, showing a disdain for the woman that matched Rhonda's.

"I didn't realize you were closing though," the man said. "I can come back another time."

"NO!" Rhonda practically shouted, and bit her lip while trying to slither under the counter. "I mean, it's no problem at all. Besides, I hate to end the day on a note like that. What were you in the market for?"

"I need a couple of hanging baskets for sure, and some greenery that will mask the fact that the house was just built, to give it a warm look so I can get somebody to buy it."

"I've got a great selection back in the greenhouse," Rhonda said. "Just let me lock the front door so nobody wanders in. Obviously I'm not very alert today."

Rhonda hustled to the door and locked it, clicking off the OPEN neon sign before turning around to head to the back. The man waiting by the entrance of the greenhouse, and as Rhonda hurried to catch up with him, she noticed his eyes were very occupied with watching her walk.

The smock. Rhonda realized too late as she led the customer toward the back. She had taken the smock off, and it was now back behind the register somewhere, and now here she was walking around half naked in front of this guy.

Maybe not half naked, Rhonda admitted, but the bright yellow scoop-neck sleeveless blouse she wore beneath the smock certainly didn't hide or minimize very much at all.

To Rhonda's relief, the man didn't roll his eyes, or even avert his eyes, but seemed very interested in giving her a thorough visual inspection. He seemed especially interested in Rhonda's breasts, which swayed in their harness with every move she made, straining the fabric of the snug blouse.

"Will the baskets be getting a lot of sun?" Rhonda asked, looking at the dimple on the man's chin, visible through his heavy five o'clock shadow, and then letting her eyes drift further downward at the spray of black hair that peeked out from the neckline of his charcoal colored t-shirt. The points of his nipples were clearly outlined against the cotton, and Rhonda's mind raced at the sight.

"It was supposed to be a joke," the man said, a amused look of his face. "Any sun? Only during the day."

"Oh! Sorry!" Rhonda said, letting a belated chuckle out, realizing that the guy had been talking to her while she was gawking at him, and wondered if there were any other ways she come up with to make herself seem goofy. "I'm still recovering from the cell phone woman."

"You've got a nice laugh, uh..." the man said, seemingly looking at her chest for a name tag.

"Uh, Rhonda," she said awkwardly, patting the area below her neck, where her name tag would be if she hadn't taken off her smock. "Oops. Nothing there."

"Nothing could be further from the truth, at least from where I'm standing," the man said with a sparkling smile. "My name's Gino. Pleasure to meet you, Rhonda."

......

Chapter Two: Customer service.

Rhonda's heart fluttered a little as she tried to recover from the young man's flirting while leading him to the back of the greenhouse. Too bad, she thought. If somehow she could shed a few years and a couple pounds before we reached the gladiolas, he'd probably want to do more than just flirt.

Rhonda liked the flirting and the attention Gino was giving her, and she was somewhat used to it, because she had a very outgoing personality that matched her voluptuous body. Problem was, guys were usually attracted to the more traditional type women, which these days seemed to be the vacant, anorexic and self centered variety, and there was less and less call for the free-spirited independent type. Child of the sixties, born a little too late, was Rhonda's motto. 

"Now these will love the sun," Rhonda said as she spun around and stood next to the geraniums, reaching up and grabbing a hanging basket from the hook and holding it up while slowly spinning it.

Gino's eyes looked up quickly as Rhonda displayed the plant, and she realized that Gino had been looking at her ass while she led him back there. Now he was intently looking at the flowers, and a smile spread over his face once again, as he really seemed to like them.

"Beautiful," Gino said, seeming to visualize the plant in the yard as he gazed almost through the flowers. "And what about that one?" he asked, pointing to a plant hanging a little further over.

"That's also a glad," Rhonda said as she strained to reach it. "Just a deeper shade of red."

"Magnificent!" Gino exclaimed as Rhonda held the plant up. "I'll take both of them."

"Great!" Rhonda responded, and set the plant down, not caring that she afforded Gino a peek down her cavernous cleavage as she did. 

Fifty bucks and counting, Rhonda's mental cash register calculated, and he didn't seem to be done yet. This was turning into a profitable experience, Rhonda thought, and the eye candy she was enjoying was an added treat.

Those arms. His biceps seemed to be threatening to tear the fabric of the t-shirt whenever he moved, and those forearms were so hairy too. She knew that she would have something to focus on tonight in the bathtub, and she regretted never installing a security camera in the place, because she could watch a movie of this guy walking around for hours.

"That plant there," Gino continued. "What's that?"

"This is a peony," Rhonda said, straining to reach the basket that was displayed over the sacks of fertilizer. "Now this needs a lot of shade, and a little more TLC than the gladiolas, but they are worth it."

"Breathtaking," Gino said as he shook his head slowly from side to side. "No wonder you call your place 'Rhonda's Green Thumb'. You have such an amazing talent that lets you grow such beautiful things."

"Oh - thank you," Rhonda said, momentarily stunned by the adulation over a rather ordinary flower.

Rhonda then noticed that Gino seemed to be looking beyond the plant. Thinking at first he might have sort of visual impairment, she held the plant closer to her, and then watched as his eyes slid along with the movement, looking behind it like it was an obstacle.

"Then again, the plant is appealing too, isn't it?" Rhonda said with the hint of a smirk.

"Oh yes, it's very nice. I'll take that one too."

Gino's smile was unapologetic, even after he realized that Rhonda was on to him. She had figured out that what he had been enthralled at were not the plants, but in watching Rhonda reaching up for them, and in doing so exposing the tuft of auburn hair that graced her unshaven armpit.

"Anything else I can show you?" Rhonda said with a giggle. "Something else you see that I can reach up for?"

"Back here in your natural habitat, you don't fluster easily, do you?" Gino replied. "And that giggle is as sexy as your laugh is."

"Four out of five say my giggle is wicked cool."

"I'll bet you make a lot of sounds that are nothing short of incredible," Gino said. "Maybe before I get done shopping I'll hear some more of them."

.....

Chapter Three: Gino checks out.

For Rhonda, the next half hour flew by, as Gino kept buying things while keeping Rhonda laughing and carrying on a delightful conversation. The flirting continued, on both sides, and in the process they learned a little about each other.

Gino was just 32, a fact that made Rhonda wince as she calculated that she was biologically old enough to be his mother, but Gino didn't bat an eye when Rhonda told him she had just turned 44. They were both divorced; Gino from marrying too young, and Rhonda, from, as she bluntly put it, "Marrying too dumb."

"Making mistakes is something we all do," Gino said with a sigh. "As long as you learn from them, they all serve a purpose."

As Gino kept buying things, they had to grab a flat-bed truck to carry them, and by the time they made it back into the main store it was filled with all sorts of plants and foliage.

"And the verdict is, three hundred dollars and 14 cents," Rhonda announced as the final total appeared on the register. "Since you've been such wonderful company and my best customer of the day, call it an even $300!"

"I knew my stay at the charm school would pay off someday," Gino said as he pulled his billfold from his back pocket, extricating three crisp one hundred dollar bills from a wallet where they seemed to have a lot of company, and handed them to Rhonda.

"Thank you!" Rhonda chirped merrily, not even glancing at the bills to see if they were real, and slipped them under the drawer in the register. If she was going to get burned, at least she had something to show for it.

Rhonda peeled the receipt out of the machine and handed it to Gino, and their hands grazed together as she did, making Rhonda's heart skip a beat.

Those hands, Rhonda thought to herself as she looked at those meaty paws. What would it be like to have them on her body? Would they be gentle and caring, or would they be rough and demanding? Maybe both. Either way would be wicked cool, she figured.

Once again, Rhonda pulled herself out of her dream world, mentally spanking herself for acting like a schoolgirl, and hoped these flights of fantasy wasn't an early sign of senility.

Rhonda held the front door open for Gino as he navigated the cart out to the parking lot, almost sorry that he was going. Check that, she thought. Very sorry he was going. He was such a warm and friendly guy, with such a great sense of humor, that even though they had only shared an hour, it felt like they had known each other for a long time.

Besides, it had been quite a while since a man had treated her like someone desirable, Rhonda mused as she watched Gino effortlessly wheel the heavy cart through the gravel parking area, and even though she knew he was only playing around it still meant something to her.

He had openly stared at her quite often during the time in the greenhouse. He stared at various parts of her body, and when Rhonda would catch him doing it, he would simply smile and keep looking. He had no shame in looking, or in getting caught at it, and he didn't do it in a leering and vulgar way either. Chances are, if Rhonda had asked him what he was doing, he probably would have come right out and said it. 

"I'm looking down your blouse at your breasts," or whatever had caught his eye, is what he probably would have said, and it was this sincere and intense directness that Rhonda found so appealing and so sensual. A man with that kind of confidence oozed sexuality as far as she was concerned, and she had no doubt that his dance card was booked solid for life.

"Is that you?" Rhonda asked as Gino lowered the back of the black F-150 pick-up truck, looking at the logo on the side.

"Lanzarotta and Son?" Gino said. "Yep. I'm the son. It's a partnership. I do the work, and pop goes to Vegas, and Florida and Aruba, and everywhere else on the planet. He tells me this is the way a good partnership works, but I don't know about that."

"Gino Lanzarotta. Nice Irish name you have there!Well, someday maybe you'll be the one carousing around while your kid does all the dirty work," Rhonda quipped as she cast aside any doubts about the authenticity of the bills he had given her, as his company was one of the major builders in the town.

"If I live long enough that is," Gino responded with a laugh.

"Well, if your Dad is unattached and is half as nice as you are, send him on in to see me," Rhonda responded.

"I don't think Dad could keep up with you, even if he was single," Gino said, pulling up the gate of the truck and closing it before turning to face Rhonda. "I have a hunch that you are a lot of woman to handle."

"Besides," Gino added as he looked into Rhonda's green eyes, "Why would I want to share a treasure like you with anybody else?" 

Rhonda laughed at that while she slipped her hands in the back pockets of her slacks, but her laughter first faded and then stopped altogether, as she looked back up at Gino and saw that he was not laughing, or chuckling, or even smiling. Just staring into her eyes.

Rhonda felt a shiver race down her spine, and her entire body visibly quivered as they looked at each other. Around them, a gentle rain had begun to fall. Almost a mist, but it had the promise of becoming more intense if the forecasts were correct.

"Somebody walking on my grave," Rhonda said, trying to explain away her body betraying her feelings.

"First time I saw you get flustered since you dropped your keys," Gino said. "Your 'flustered' works for me too."

"So, would you like to go out some evening?" Gino continued. "I know that our schedules are probably crazy, what with our businesses and all, but I'd really love to spend some more time with you."

"Me?" Rhonda asked. "Go out? Sure, I'd love to."

"Well, why don't I give you a call and we can figure out a good time for the both of us?"

"That would be wicked cool!" Rhonda said happily, wanting to pinch herself to make sure this wasn't her mind playing tricks on her.

"Okay then, I'll get back to you," Gino said, walking slowly toward the door of his truck.

"Great!" Rhonda replied, and then just before Gino climbed into the truck she had an idea.

"Hey, would you want to come in for a drink now?" Rhonda said, not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth, worrying for a second that he thought she might be sounding like a desperate woman. "We could maybe order a pizza or something if you'd like, but if you've got other plans - I mean, I know it's Saturday night and..."

Rhonda stepped back as Gino opened the door of the truck and hopped out.

"Too late. I accept," Gino said, swinging the door close and locking it with his remote, glancing at the load in his truck. "I hope your flowers can take a little rain."

"They're your flowers now, remember?" Rhonda said with a laugh. "But I stand behind every flower I sell."

.....

Chapter Four: Rhonda's rain forest.

"Be it ever so humble," Rhonda proclaimed after leading Gino through her store to the back of the greenhouse, where a stairwell led to the attachment which was her house.

"Very cute," Gino said as he entered the kitchen. "At least you don't have a long way to get home."

"What would you like to drink?" Rhonda asked as she rummaged through the bottles squirreled away in the corner of the kitchen counter. "I've got tequila, and tequila, and some more tequila, and beer too."

"Been a while since I had tequila," Gino said. "Make me one of whatever you're having."

"Two margaritas coming up!" Rhonda announced, and gathered up the ingredients in no time flat.

"Obviously you've done this before," Gino said in admiration as Rhonda deftly sliced up a lime and ran a slice around the rims of the glasses before putting the coarse salt on.

"Too many times, probably," Rhonda said and she finished preparing the drinks. "Here you are. Want to go out to the back porch? I have to show you my pride and joy."

"Right behind you."

Rhonda loved showing off her back porch, as it was the space she put most of her time and effort into. The rest of the house was strictly utilitarian, but as you neared the back you could see where she had invested all her time and money. When she opened the vertical blinds and pulled the sliding glass door open, she heard Gino gasp as he stepped out onto the porch.

"This is unbelievable!" Gino said as he stepped onto the porch, with Rhonda at his side reveling in his reaction. "It's like another world back here!"

Indeed it was, and as Gino looked around the small area, he was clearly impressed with what she had accomplished. The 20'X 15' porch was about six feet off the ground, and looked out on a yard that was only about twice that size.

Trees and vines completely surrounded the little yard, which was full of flowers and shrubbery. and plants in a rainbow of colors hung from the hooks all around the ceiling of the porch. On the porch, a couch and coffee table were the only creature comforts, giving the room an even more spacious look.




Rhonda's Garden



"I've never seen anything like this," Gino said. "It's almost like Jurassic Park back here. The county road is only about 100 feet away and you feel like you're in the middle of the jungle."

"Thanks. It's my little sanctuary from civilization," Rhonda explained. "My ex wanted to clear out all this land back here and put in a pool and a bunch of other crap, but luckily I held my ground."

"Good thing you did, because this is unlike anything I've ever seen before," Gino said as he peeked out around the corner, the rain building in intensity with every minute. "You must get driven crazy by mosquitoes though, don't you?"

"Not usually," Rhonda told him. "I've got lemongrass growing all around the bottom of the porch, and these marigolds and geraniums are pretty good at repelling mosquitoes too. I'm not much on perfumes and things like that, which the bugs also adore."

"Natural is best - in every way," Gino said with a smile.

"And when all else fails," Rhonda said in conclusion, and reached over to hit the switch that activated the automatic screens that surrounded the porch. When they dropped down to the ledge, the fine mesh of the screen was barely visible, enabling a virtually unblemished view of the outside. "Voila! Rhonda's rain forest."

"You should do this for a living - designing patios and gardens," Gino noted.

"I have for a couple of people, but most folks have their own ideas."

"If you want, I'd love you to do some work for me," Gino said, moving over to the couch that was against the wall of the house, safe from the elements. 

"Sounds good to me. Make yourself comfortable," Rhonda said as she motioned for Gino to sit on the sofa.

"God, I could sleep out here, it's so secluded and peaceful," Gino said as he eased himself into the overstuffed couch.

"I do, whenever I can. What's really cool is going out into the middle of the garden on a clear night. It's like a little amphitheatre down there with a planetarium view when you look straight up. You can see forever and you feel so small and insignificant."

Rhonda sat on the other end of the couch, putting her arm up on the back of it, which did not escape Gino's attention. Not much did, Rhonda surmised, and she loved the way Gino took a long and loving look at what she had exposed.

"Neat shoes," Gino noted after finally taking his eyes away from her underarm.

"My crocs?" Rhonda said as she lifted her foot onto the cushion between them. "They look wacky, but they are so comfortable."

"May I?" Gino said, and without waiting for an invitation took the powder blue vinyl clog off of Rhonda foot, and after looking at the hole-filled top of the shoe, set it aside.

"This is much more interesting," Gino said, and calmly reached for Rhonda's foot, beginning to rub it very slowly and firmly.

"Ooooh! That feels so good," Rhonda exclaimed as Gino's long beefy fingers began to knead her toes. "Bet my feet stink."

"No, they don't," Gino responded, putting Rhonda immediately at ease. "They smell fine and they feel nice too. I love women's feet. One of my favorite parts of a woman's body - I guess you can guess some of my other favorites by now. Hope you don't mind me doing this."

"Mind?" Rhonda said as her foot was expertly massaged. "Only if you stop." 

"I can do this for a long time," Gino cautioned. "Especially feet as pretty as yours. Pretty ankles too."

Rhonda was so wrapped up in the sensual manipulation of her foot that she hadn't noticed that her legs were bare up to mid-calf. The slacks had either ridden up or Gino had slid it upwards, but whichever had happened, there they were.

Gino didn't even blink when his hands slid up Rhonda's ankles, the fine auburn hair that lightly graced the insides of her lower calves feathering through his fingers as they slid up against the grain, and he even seemed to be enjoying the experience as much as she was.

"So soft - so deliciously soft," were Gino only words, as he looked up to gauge Rhonda's reaction, and as Rhonda returned his gaze through what felt like glazed eyes, they exchanged smiles.

"Cold?" Gino asked after he asked Rhonda to put her other foot up for similar treatment.

"No," Rhonda said in a squeaky voice, the shiver that went through her body caused by the kneading of the sole of her foot rather than the temperature, which was becoming more humid by the minute.

The evening was quickly becoming night, and the rain had almost stopped, allowing the insects to begin their nighttime symphony. Peepers called out to prospective mates, and crickets chirped around the porch as a light fog began to form.

Inside the porch, the glow from the candles allowed Rhonda to watched Gino work his magic on her feet and ankles. Gino looked up and, seeing Rhonda watching him, raised Rhonda's right foot up a little as he bowed his head.

Their eyes still meeting, Gino kissed Rhonda's big toe, and then wrapped his lips around it and slid his mouth down. Rhonda's breath caught in her throat as he watched Gino repeat that with every one of her toes, nibbling and sucking each one.

"What do you think about that?" Gino said, the flickering light of the candle dancing on his face.

"I - uh - think I need another drink?" Rhonda said, sliding her feet back onto the floor. "How about you?"

"Sure, but make it a little weaker," Gino said. "Don't want to drink too much if I'm going to be driving home."

Rhonda headed back inside and wound her way into the kitchen, where she was able to take a deep breath at last. Her head was spinning and her mind was racing as she fumbled around with the Souza.

Rhonda's entire body was on fire. The last few hours had been the most electrifying experience she could ever recall having. Gino had been assaulting all of her senses with every word, every movement and every look. Everything he did and said was for her and her alone, and she was having a difficult time controlling herself.

Now, just as she was starting to clear her head, a squeaking floor board around the corner gave away the fact that he was joining her again. And there he was, still gorgeous looking and still penetrating her with those eyes, and now standing beside her.

"Get scared out there?" Rhonda asked. "Or maybe you were afraid I'd slip you a mickey?"

"No, I just started to miss you, so I thought I'd come join you. Maybe see if I can help."

"Not much to do," Rhonda said as she finished cutting the lime.

"Maybe just offer some encouragement then," Gino said, his hand suddenly on Rhonda's shoulder.

His hand gently squeezed the soft rounded shoulder a second before letting his hand slide down. Down her shoulder, her bicep and all the way down to her wrist. Rhonda's arm became covered with goose bumps in the wake of Gino's stroke, and the tiny hairs on her arms stood up straight as his hand retraced its path.

"What are you doing back there?" Rhonda asked in a quivering voice, as Gino leaned lightly over her shoulder.

"Trying to see if I can make you feel half as excited about me, as I am about you."

"Uh, mission accomplished and then some," Rhonda replied, doing a horrible job at salting the glasses because Gino's breath was on her neck, and his hand was taking another lazy trek down her arm.

"Good," Gino said. "I'm sure you've heard this before, and I'm not very good at this kind of thing, but you are without a doubt the most sensual and most desirable woman I've ever met."

"Yeah, I've heard that before," Rhonda replied, the room starting to tilt again, causing her the lean against the counter for support, and not from the one little drink she'd had. "I remember hearing it from drunks in bars at closing time, back in the day."

"I'm not drunk, am I," Gino asked, his fingers sliding off of Rhonda's shoulder and now caressing her bicep.

"No," Rhonda admitted.

"And it isn't closing time either - or is it? Please don't tell me that."

Rhonda looked up at Gino, his eyes making her melt again. So intense - so penetrating that she was unable and unwilling to do anything but shake her head no.

"I remember driving past here and seeing you a few times; either putting up one of your puns on the store sign, or out in the parking lot talking with customers, and I always wanted to stop and meet you. You seemed so warm and friendly, and always so smiling and happy."

"An illusion," Rhonda said, staring at the drinks she had stopped making.

"Then when I came in and got to talk with you, you were so real, so perfect, that I can't believe you weren't built especially for me."

"Oh, I'm a real work of art."

"You are to me," Gino responded. "Your laugh makes me feel warm inside. Those green eyes are so mesmerizing that when you look at me I feel helpless. You're witty, and smart too. What's more attractive than a smart and confident business woman?"

Rhonda felt nothing like the woman Gino was describing, and now his body was against her, the heat radiating from him made her feel like she was opening an oven door.

"I haven't even gotten to the areas below your neck yet," Gino practically hissed, his mouth brushing against her ear. "I was crazy about you before you took your smock off, and after you did - the more of you I see, the more amazing you look to me. It's scary how perfect you are to me. Almost like you were created from a blueprint of all my fantasies."

Rhonda held onto the counter for dear life, trying to think of something to say, but was having trouble catching her breath.

Then Gino was whispering in her ear, even though no one else was within a half mile of them, and after he finished, Rhonda spun away from him, managing to blurt out, "Excuse me a second," before hurrying into the bathroom.

.....

Chapter Five: The mirror.

Reaching the bathroom as fast as she could, Rhonda closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, trying to regain her composure. She stepped over to the sink and leaned forward, looking into the mirror in front of her, before splashing a little cold water on her face.

This could not be happening. Everything. All that had gone on since Gino had come into her shop four hours ago. Rhonda felt like her whole world had turned upside down, and she was careening out of control. 

Now she was on the verge of saying yes, and of doing everything that Gino wanted her to do, which was contrary to the way she had lived her entire adult life.

"I want you so badly," Gino had whispered into her ear out in the kitchen. "I'm bad at things like this. Not good at the right words and things like that, but I want to do everything to you that a man can do to a woman."

Gino had delivered those words in such a feral tone that Rhonda had to bolt away from him. Not out of fear of Gino, because she felt perfectly secure around him, but more out of fear of what she was about to do. 

"What's wrong with that?"

Rhonda asked the question of the reflection in the mirror, and for once she was stumped for a answer. What was the problem with letting go? Of taking a chance and letting nature take its course?

It was obvious that there was something between the two of them. Hell, the air was so charged with electricity out there that you could almost see the sparks and hear the crackling. He wanted her, and for once it seemed that he wanted her because of the way she was, and not despite it.

Rhonda started to get herself together, but after brushing her hair and drying her face, she suddenly stopped. Gino was attracted to her because of the way she looked. Why change a thing?

Rhonda grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath, and yanked the door open, determined to be as honest and wild as he wanted her to be. As she wanted herself to be. 

The only problem was, when Rhonda went back into the kitchen, Gino was gone.

.....

Chapter Six: Where's Gino?

Rhonda's heart sank as she saw the kitchen empty, and the door that led to the store open. Had he bolted, or had she left it open as she often did? How long had she been in the bathroom talking to herself?

Rhonda walked through the house in search of Gino. It didn't take long for her to find him. He was standing in the doorway of the porch, his body silhouetted by the candlelight from the porch. As Rhonda approached, she also noticed a very interesting detail.

Gino was nearly naked. Clad only in a pair of form fitting cream colored boxer briefs, with his clothes folded neatly on the arm of a living room chair, he stood with his hands up on the moulding of the door. 

"Uh - hi!" Rhonda said. "Thought you skipped out on me."

Rhonda walked around him and stood on the porch facing him.

"Hello," Gino said, looking a little stunned.

"Pretty confident, aren't you?" Rhonda said, her accompanying smirk and snicker both signs that she was not offended.

"Actually, if I were as confident as you think I was, I wouldn't be wearing my underwear," Gino said. "I was guessing you were coming out dressed provocatively or not wearing a stitch. Guess I misread you."

"The thought occurred to me," Rhonda admitted as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. "Guess I don't have the confidence in my body that you do."

"You should," Gino said. 

Rhonda shrugged a little, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible while letting her eyes drift downward. Gino's chest was broad and covered with a thick pelt of glistening black hair. The hair thinned slightly toward his stomach; which was not a sculpted six-pack type but just a normal and fit one.

As Rhonda's eyes went down to the briefs, she let out a little gasp as she saw the thick bulge that snaked down the front of the cotton garment, threatening to peek out of the leg opening. She forced herself to look away, continuing her appraisal with a cursory look at his hairy, well-muscled legs before looking back up at him.

"Penny for your thoughts," Gino said, a smile emerging as he realized that Rhonda was not offended by his brazenness.

"I was thinking two things," Rhonda confessed. "One was that I wished I had come out naked."

"Never too late," Gino advised her with a wink.

"Second thing was that you looked like something familiar standing there like that. You know the movie 'Rocky', where he's got Adrianne up in his place, and he's hanging on a pipe trying to seduce her, and she's looking like she's scared to death?"

"Love that movie," Gino said. "But you don't look scared at all."

"I could if you wanted me to," Rhonda suggested. "Actually, you're a little hirsute for Stallone. Maybe more like Kong, That's it! In this jungle setting you look just like him."

"King Kong?" Gino said. "Is that a compliment?"

"To me it is," Rhonda said, letting her tongue slide along her lips. "Kong is wicked cool. He loves his babes and will do anything to protect them. That's you, standing there like you're chained up helpless and all."

"Who are you going to be then?" Gino asked. "Fay Wray? Jessica Lange? Naomi Watts? I think even Linda Hamilton was in one."

"You decide."

"I get to pick? That's easy. I pick you."

"Really? Well, okay. Let's see, now you're going to be chained up like that?"

"My wrists are secured," Gino said, pretending to try and remove them from the moulding.

"You can't get free, and I can do whatever I want to you, right?"

"Up to a point."

"Ah-ha! I knew there was a catch!" Rhonda exclaimed.

"Remember?" Gino cautioned her. "There's a point when Kong gets so riled up and out of control that he breaks free."

"Oh-oh. Then what happens?"

"Kong - rather, I break free, grab you in my hand and... "

"Sounds scary," Rhonda said. "Will Kong have his way with me then?"

"That's the way I see the plot unfolding," Gino grinned.

"Will he be rough or tender?"

"I think maybe a combination of the two," Gino surmised. "He'll be passionate and loving, but after all, he is an animal."

"Mmmmm - now that sounds intriguing, but there's always the chance that I couldn't drive you wild enough to get you to break free," Rhonda mused.

"I wouldn't count on that."

Rhonda stepped back and bit her lower lip while considering the scenario.

"Wait there Kong!" Rhonda said, and scurried into the house.

......

Chapter Seven: Fortification.

Rhonda hurried back to Gino in rapid fashion, with a bottle of tequila, a slice of lime and a couple of shot glasses, one of them filled with salt.

"I did promise you a drink, so this is it. Tequila body shot."

"What's that?" Gino asked.

"You pick a body part," Rhonda explained. "Then you make it wet."

Rhonda bent toward Gino, her tongue finding Gino's crimson nipple through the fur and licking it, her teeth nibbling the aureola and sucking on it hard.

"Ooooh!" Gino moaned as Rhonda's mouth released the little bud.

"Then add salt," Rhonda said, taking the salt-filled shot glass and tipping it as she pressed it against the moist area, leaving a coating of salt.

"Then enjoy!" Rhonda proclaimed, and proceeded to suck the salt off of Gino's chest before downing the shot and sinking her teeth into the slice of lime.

"Mmmmmm!" Rhonda said as she licked her lips.

"That looks good," Gino said. "I want to try that."

"Stay, Kong!" Rhonda ordered. "Apes can't be bartenders. Here you go."

Rhonda dipped her tongue into the salt, coating the tip of it, and poured Gino a shot. She leaned up to Gino, exposing her tongue, and he wrapped his lips around it. Their tongues danced together as he devoured the salt along with Rhonda's tongue.

Rhonda managed to extricate her tongue from Gino's mouth and offered him the shot, which he allowed to slide down his throat before tasting the lime.

"How was that?" Rhonda asked.

"Can I have another?" Gino asked hopefully. "Not the drink, just the salt?"

"Maybe later," Rhonda said cautiously. "And what's with the talking, Kong? Now you just stand there in your shackles and let me do what I have to do."

Rhonda's hands slid through his chest hair, which was somewhere between coarse and soft, her fingers raking through the dense growth as her nails scraped lightly into the skin below.

"Like hair?" Gino asked.

"LOVE hair," Rhonda replied.

"Me too," Gino answered. 

"I know," Rhonda whispered, bringing her finger up to Gino's lips as if to silence him, before sliding up his arm to his wrist. Her fingers caressed his forearms on the way down, and squeezed his bicep, which was bulging and hard to the touch.

Rhonda moved her face into the thick tuft of hair under Gino's arm, softly kissing the fur, savoring the woodsy, masculine scent that followed her affections. Gino let out a moan as Rhonda did this again on his other side.

Can't believe I'm actually doing this. That thought flew through Rhonda's mind as she went back to chew on Gino's nipple. What must he think of her? Was she that easy? Or were they just following their instincts and letting things happen naturally? Rhonda was too consumed with her lust to know, or even care at this point.

"Have to make sure that you're still tied up," Rhonda said and she ran her hands up Gino's furry arms; arms so muscular that they felt like a statue.

"I'm still secured for now," Gino said.

"That's good," Rhonda said. "Now here's a kiss for now."

Rhonda leaned up and kissed Gino, their tongues dueling briefly as Gino tried to grind himself into her.

Rhonda broke off the kiss with a coy smile, and while their eyes met each other, Rhonda slid her right hand down Gino's body. over his chest and down his stomach, her fingers finally reaching the cotton of his shorts.

There was no problem finding the bulge that was his manhood, and Rhonda made a choking sound as her hand slid over the thickness of him. Gino's eyes rolled back in his head as her hand traveled down the length of him.

Rhonda found herself kneeling down in front of Gino. her face level with the object of her recent attention. She ran her hands down Gino's thickly furred legs as she leaned forward, kissing the outline of Gino's cock. The musky and manly smell of him only inflamed Rhonda further, and as much as Rhonda wanted to tease Gino, she was losing control of herself.




Rhonda's Garden



Reaching up, Rhonda took the elastic of the briefs in her trembling hands and began slowly pulling them down. Gino's pubic bush, which was only detectable because the hair was thicker and denser than everywhere around it, was exposed, followed by the base of his manhood.

Rhonda revealed his cock slowly, inching the briefs down and exposing the thick bronze tool. Down and down the briefs went, and as more and more of him was exposed, Rhonda began to hyperventilate a little. 

Steady girl, Rhonda told herself. It's just a cock, and you've seen a few of them in your day. Not in a long time, but still and all, it's just a penis.

A lot of penis. When the briefs finally came down, Rhonda leaned back to allow the biggest cock she had even seen gently sway upwards as it was released from the confinement. Rhonda never cared much about size, but it was tough not to be impressed by the cock that was bobbing in front of her.

Gino's manhood was uncircumcised and bronze, and when Rhonda reached up to grab the base of it, she couldn't get her fingers completely around him. The bulbous head of the thing strained against the foreskin, still hidden in the sheath.

Rhonda's mouth came over to him as she raised the weighty tool, and her tongue probed into the puckered foreskin, finding the tip of his cock wet and sensitive. She tasted his seed, finding it surprisingly pleasant tasting, and after swabbing it clean, Rhonda began sampling the crinkled rim of his foreskin with a gentle nibbling.

Always curious about being with an uncircumcised guy, Rhonda was finding that teasing the foreskin with her lips and teeth was not only exciting to herself, it was making an impression on her captive Gino as well. Gino's moans and groans were driving Rhonda wild, and she was squirming as much as Gino was.

"Am I hurting you?" Rhonda said, taking her mouth away from her treasure for a brief second.

"No," Gino grunted, and Rhonda didn't know it was possible for the word 'no' to sound like it had syllables.

"That's good," Rhonda said. "You let me know if I do."

Rhonda grabbed onto the shaft with both hands and retracted the foreskin, exposing the mushroom-shaped crown of his cock, which was a lighter shade of brown with a crimson tint to it. By the time the head was fully exposed, the skin was extremely taut and precum was oozing out of it again.

Rhonda dabbed at the seed with her tongue as her hands slid up and down the shaft, letting the foreskin roll back and forth over the crown with each stroke. The fact that even with both hands wrapped around the thing, the crown was still fully visible, was not lost on Rhonda.

After getting Gino to start squirming even more with the milking of his weapon, Rhonda wrapped her lips around the head, sliding her mouth down the path her hands took. The thickness of him gagged her at first, but she soon grew accustomed to the size of him, and began taking more of him in her mouth each time.

As she looked down at the half of him that she could not get into her mouth no matter how hard she tried, she realized that she was not going to be able to dust off her old deep throat techniques on Gino, but he didn't seem to mind. He thrust himself forward as Rhonda's mouth took him in, and his knees were bent and his thigh muscles were quivering. 

Rhonda pulled her lips slowly back over his glistening spear and pulled it upwards, resting it on the top of her head as her mouth found his sack. She took the furry eggs into her mouth one at a time, sucking vigorously on the orbs while his cock slid on her head. Back and forth she went, delighting in letting them pop out of her mouth as she changed back and forth. Rhonda wanted to do this all night, and would have, except for one thing.

Rhonda felt the hand on the back of her scalp, and when Gino begin to pull her up to her feet, she rose up in his firm but tender grasp.

"Uh-oh!" Rhonda said with a giggle as she stood up before Gino, who had broken free of his imaginary restraints and was looking as if he had been played with enough. "Where now? Empire State Building?"

"Bed," Gino said simply, and followed Rhonda back into the house, the handful of hair a gentle reminder that her Kong was now in charge, at least for the time being.

.....

Chapter Eight: Rhonda's bedroom.

Rhonda paused in the doorway of her bedroom and grabbed the moulding of the doorway, playfully holding on as Gino bumped into her, his hardness poking her butt as she stopped.

"What are you going to do to me?" Rhonda said with a giggle.

"Why don't I tell you what I'm NOT going to do to you?" Gino whispered into her ear. "Save time that way."

Gino's breath on Rhonda's neck gave her goose bumps, and as Gino spoke, he released the gentle grip he had on her hair. Gino reached around her, grinding his cock into her butt crack, and his hands cupped Rhonda's bosom.

"Ohhh," Rhonda groaned as she looked down and saw those big hands clutching her full breasts through the flimsy yellow blouse. Her nipples stuck out like bullets as Gino kneaded her tits, and Rhonda was now holding onto the doorway for support.

"Gotta see you," Gino hissed, and he reached down and pulled her blouse upwards. Rhonda lifted her arms to allow Gino to pull it off of her as they began moving into the room, but when he had gotten the blouse up around her elbows, he stopped and twisted the fabric, leaving Rhonda fully exposed with arms tangled up in the blouse.

"You're so beautiful," Gino said as he leaned down and kissed Rhonda's engorged crimson nipple, letting his teeth lightly scrape the tender thick stubs, and making Rhonda's knees weak.

Gino's eyes were focused on Rhonda's armpit, and his fingers slid over from her breasts to her underarm, and as his fingernails raked through the soft patch of moist fur he made a gentle moan of his own.

"That is so sexy," Gino said, as his head followed his hand.

Gino's lips grazed the damp hairs, his eyes watching for Rhonda's reaction, and then began kissing his way through the lightly scented tuft before reaching her bicep and retracing his trail again.

"Omigod," Rhonda moaned, her legs getting wobbly and the room beginning to tilt a little on her.

Gino took her over to the bed, her arms still tangled in her blouse, and unbuttoned Rhonda's slacks, coaxing them to the floor. As he straightened up, Rhonda noted happily that he was still hard as a rock, the massive pole swaying lazily in front of him as he moved.

"Nice kitty," Gino said, his hand going down between Rhonda's legs and touching the front of her undies. Rhonda blushed as she realized he was referring to the cat panties she was wearing.

Rhonda giggled as she felt Gino's fingers rub against the cotton, and Gino smiled when he noticed how damp the fabric was.

"Kitty is a little wet," Gino said in the understatement of the year, and as he moved his hand to the elastic he also noted, "Furry too."

Gino's fingers stroked the auburn hairs that were peeking out from the sides and smiled at Rhonda.

"You just keep getting better and better," Gino added.

"I'm all tied up here," Rhonda said dryly. "Can't get my arms down."

"I like it like that," Gino said, and eased Rhonda down onto the bed. Rhonda had been embarrassed to see that she had forgotten to make the bed, but it was just as well.

Gino slid down Rhonda's panties as she shrugged off the shirt from her arms, and his lips danced their way down from Rhonda's navel and into the lush triangle that adorned her womanhood.

His tongue was slow and steady, sliding up and down her swollen labia before darting inside for a taste. His tongue danced expertly around her pussy - probing and swabbing as Rhonda squirmed with delight. She was arching her hips up to meet his mouth, wanting more and more of him, as she was brought to the brink of orgasm a couple of times before Gino stopped and climbed up, kneeling between Rhonda's parted thighs.

Rhonda wanted to tell Gino to be gentle. It had been such a long time and he was so big, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, Rhonda looked down at Gino, who had his swollen cock in his hand and was bringing it to her pussy.

"Please," Rhonda said weakly as Gino brought the exposed crown of his tool to the lips of her womanhood.

As Rhonda braced herself for him, Gino gently put the head of his cock inside of her and then pulled it back out. Again and again Gino did this; slipping the tip of his tool inside of her and then pulling it out, while Rhonda squirmed.

Now Rhonda was arching her back, trying to raise her pussy up to take him inside her. She was ready - she wanted him, but he kept up with the same exquisite torture while enjoying Rhonda's contortions.

"Fuck!" Rhonda heard herself scream, and now the glans was doing what his tongue had been doing earlier, rubbing and circling her clit.

Her orgasm was coming now. There was no stopping it, and when it came it hit Rhonda like a speeding train. Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably, and her whole body began convulsing as she came. She was screaming and thrashing around while Gino kept using her cock on her clit, and through the haze she saw her pussy erupt as the orgasm reached it's zenith.

"What - what did you do?" Rhonda muttered as Gino came up closer to the head of the bed, straddling her stomach. Rhonda could see that Gino's stomach and groin were dripping wet, and he was shaking his head and smiling.

"It was all you," Gino said. "And you looked incredible doing it. Never saw that before."

"Never did that before," Rhonda muttered to herself, her body still doing sporadic quivers as Gino slid back down after checking on her.

.....

Chapter Nine: Endless love.

Gino slid the tip of his member at the gateway of Rhonda's opening and eased himself inside of her. Penetrating her so slowly that the movement was almost imperceptible to the eye, he slid his thick manhood into Rhonda while she moaned, her back arching while she clutched wildly at Gino.

He continued working himself in and out of Rhonda in the same slow and tantalizing way, and as Rhonda became used to his size, her pussy was able to take more and more of him with every stroke.

Rhonda looked up at Gino, his eyes screwed shut and his head raised upward, and judging by the way his teeth were biting into his lower lip she knew that it wasn't because he didn't want to look at her either. 

She had no such problem looking, and after Gino had slid himself into her all the way, Rhonda looked down while he pulled himself out. His bronze cock was glistening as it emerged from the jungle of her bush, so hard that it almost seemed to be pulsating, and as the tip began to slide completely out of her, he plunged it in again.

"Omigod," Rhonda groaned at Gino impaled her once more.

"Look at me babe," Rhonda said as she pulled her arms around Gino's neck.

"Can't," Gino grunted as his sweat rained down on her. "I'll cum."

"I know," Rhonda smiled. "Cum for me, Gino. I want to watch you when you do. I'll get you up again, babe. I swear. It's okay." 

Gino looked down at Rhonda and began to move his cock inside of her a little quicker. Rhonda smiled and nodded encouragement, reaching down and grabbing his furry ass cheeks and squeezing them as tight as she could.

Gino's face suddenly contorted, the muscles and veins in his neck and face bulging, and he let out a sound that sounded to be part groan and part growl. Rhonda felt his cock jerk inside of her, and she clamped down on him as best she good while he erupted inside of her.

"Mmmmmm," Rhonda purred as his cock finally stopped twitching inside of her.

"Sorry," Gino gasped as he suspended himself above her with his arms. "It's been a long time, and you're so..."

"Been a long time since anybody thought I was so anything," Rhonda said, running her hands up and down Gino's rippled arms. "It worked for me, and if I still look good to you later, we'll make it a marathon that time."

"Grab the headboard, babe," Gino said with a smile.

Rhonda reached up and slid her hands in the space between the the mattress and the headboard, and Gino bowed his head and began gently biting and sucking her nipples. His cock was still inside of her, and Rhonda loved the way he was able to stay inside of her even after cumming, and she gave his flaccid tool a couple of squeezes with her muscles as he sucked on her tits.

Gino's tongue slid between her breasts, almost relishing the sweat that was trickling between them. He licked under the globes, and then ran his tongue along her side until he reached her armpit, and Rhonda shuddered as he nibbled his way up to her bicep. 

Gino's mouth enveloped Rhonda's again, and they were practically inhaling each other's mouths as they kissed. Rhonda felt Gino begin to move his hips a little, and the feel of his cock sliding a little bit in and out of her felt so nice that she moved her hips in response. Not a lot, because she didn't want him to slide out, but just in little thrusts of her own. After a minute of this, Rhonda began to notice something.

"You have got to be kidding," Rhonda said, looking up at Gino, who smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

Gino was hard again, and while he wasn't as blue steel hard as she was before, he was hard enough and getting harder with every stroke. Rhonda writhed as Gino began to thrust into her in an ever increasing rhythm; long and deep thrusts that made Rhonda hang onto the headboard in a death grip. 

Soon he was pounding into her like a jack-hammmer, and Rhonda felt herself cumming again. She creamed out as she did, thrashing her head from side to side as Gino relentlessly fucked her hard, and it was only when she stopped screaming that Gino slowed.

Rhonda let go of the headboard and flipped Gino off of her, albeit with his willingness and help, and put him on his back. Rhonda climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock in her fist and jacking it a few times before rising up and putting him inside of her.

To Rhonda, it felt like a quart of cum and other fluids was oozing out of her as she impaled herself on him, and as his cock tore into her from this angle it felt so different that she shuddered when she eased down onto him.

"You feel so good inside of me," Rhonda said as she leaned down and put her hands on his chest, running her fingers through the soggy pelt before starting to rock herself on his tool. "Hope you don't mind me on top."

"Love the view," Gino said with a smile as he slipped his hands under the headboard as Rhonda had done. "I'll take a break and just relax and watch."

"Like to watch?" Rhonda asked, undulating as her hips rose and fell, and she brought her hands up to cup her breasts.

"Oh man - especially that!" Gino exclaimed, his eyes bulging as Rhonda kneaded her pendulous breasts roughly. "You've got the most incredible tits I've ever seen."

"Like 'em?" Rhonda asked. "Maybe later you'd like to slip something up yours between them to see how it fits?"

"Never did that before," Gino said thrusting himself upward, causing Rhonda to gasp. "Is that a bad word these days - tits?"

"Tits - okay," Rhonda said between gasps. "As long as the word before it is nice. Incredible - is good."

After a few moments Rhonda felt herself on the verge of cumming again as she rode Gino, and when his hands came up and grabbed her tits, kneading them and squeezing them together, Rhonda felt the wave crash over her. She put her hands in her hair as Gino's hands held her upright, and she let her body convulse and shake as she came.

"Amazing," Gino said as Rhonda went limp on him, as he eased his way out from under her, putting her on her hands and knees.

Gino climbed behind Rhonda, his hands parting her thighs a little farther apart. He slid his cock between her ass cheeks, causing Rhonda to gasp for a second before slipping himself into her pussy again. 

His body enveloped Rhonda as he mounted her, leaning over her as his hands found her pendulous tits which hung down loosely in this position. They moved together as one for the longest time, Gino now having to fight back his orgasm.

Rhonda suddenly cried out weakly, and her hands gave out as he face hit the pillow as her pussy clenched around him one last time, her body shuddering as she came. Her thighs were quivering as Gino let her fall onto her side, and as she rolled over onto her back, she nodded weakly.

Gino climbed up and straddled Rhonda's ribs, putting her cock in the deep cleavage which became a cavern when Rhonda's hands came up and squeezed her breasts together.

"Let me have it, big boy," Rhonda said with a chuckle as she opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out like a ramp for him.

"Gee... this won't take long like that," Gino said as he begna to slide himself between her tits, his sack pressed hard against her stomach.

Gino's tool slid freely between her moist jugs, and Rhonda watched with excitment as his cock poked in and out from between them. His foreskin slid back as he pushed himself forward, and then retracted as he pulled back each time, and Rhonda stuck out her tongue and leaned forward as she tried the lick the tip of the mushroom crown as it emerged.

"Oh geez," Gino muttered, the sight of Rhonda too much for him to maintain control. "Gonna..."

Gino leaned forward as far as he could, feeling her tongue make contact just as he began to cum. He looked down as his cock spurted jets of his seed into her mouth a couple of times, and then missing with a few spurts on her cheeks.

Rhonda not only didn't recoil when he came on her face, she stretched her hand over and grabbed his cock, milking it savagely as she brought it to her lips, sucking on the tip of him as if trying to siphon every drop out of him. It was only when Gino pulled himself off of her that Rhonda stopped sucking on him.

"Pretty good shooting, pardner," Rhonda said weakly as Gino leaned over her, twitching her nose at the misfire that had landed alongside it.

"When you own a business you eat your mistakes," Gino said, nonchalantly leaning over and swiping the stray strand with his tongue. "It's okay. I know where it came from."

Rhonda giggled and grabbed him around the neck, pulling his face down so she could capture his tongue with her mouth.

"That was soooooo sexy," Rhonda said.

"Is this a water bed?" Gino asked, feeling the soggy sheets they were laying on.

"Well, that's what you get for making me sweat like a pig for - good grief!"

Rhonda looked at the clock, wondering where the time had gone, since it was now tomorrow. She felt Gino rolling over toward her, and after he joined her sitting on the edge of the bed, he put his arm around her shoulder. Rhonda leaned into him, reveling in the comfort of his fur despite the humidity.

"Leaving?" Rhonda asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"Gee no," Rhonda replied. "If you stick around I'll even change the sheets."

"I'll stick around whether you do or not," Gino said. "Hell, I'll sleep out in your garden if you want."

"C'mon," Rhonda said, grabbing Gino's hand as she stood up.

"Lead on!" 

"Yeow!" Rhonda howled as her knees buckled, the soreness between her legs hitting her when she tried to stand. 

"You okay, babe?" Gino said, his concern obvious. "Did I hurt you?"

"Let's just say that I'm not used to this kind of activity," Rhonda said as she tried not to waddle as she moved. "Even when I was used to these fun and games, I never got to play with equipment like yours either."

"I think that once we get used to each other, the nervousness and tension won't be as great, and we'll be more comfortable with each other," Gino answered.

"You are kidding, right?" Rhonda said with a laugh as they went out onto the patio and picked up the remnants of their drinks they had left behind.

"Yes - and no," Gino said, letting Rhonda lead him out the screen door and down the steps to Rhonda's garden. "You were amazing in there - hell, the whole night."




Rhonda's Garden



"Just trying to keep up with you," Rhonda said as the reached the center of her yard.

The rain had stopped and the skies had cleared, allowing a splendid view of the heavens as they looked straight upwards through the surrounding trees. The air was heavy with moisture, which provided cooling relief to the oppressive heat of the night.

"So spectacular," Gino said as he stood behind Rhonda, his eyes follwing hers to the skies for their personal view of the heavens.

"It looks like you can see forever on nights like this," Rhonda said, leaning back into Gino's arms.

"You can see as far as you want to," Gino answered, kissing the top of Rhonda's head as his arms enveloped her. "Sometimes you can see everything you could ever ask for, right in front of you. 

Rhonda smiled and rubbed the back of her head into Gino's shoulder as he nuzzled gently into her neck. The night was still, and nature had gone to sleep with the exception of the occasional calling of a night creature back in the woods.

The view was just as magnificent as ever, but to Rhonda the universe didn't seem nearly as vast and intimidating as it had before. Maybe - just maybe, unlike times when she come out here and would gaze up alone, she might never look up and feel so overwhelmed and insignificant again. 

............

Thank you for visiting Rhonda's Garden. I hope that you enjoyed the story, and I give thanks to the real world Rhonda, the charming and beautiful woman who inspired the tale.



Rhonda's IR A-DICK-tion



I was just thinking about my first wife, Rhonda and how BIG her pussy was. First of all, she was the consummate High School Whore. She fucked anybody and everybody who asked. She was very popular with the black guys, which was not really "Acceptable" for a white girl back in the early '70's. But she had a nice ass...big, but really, really firm and high and tight. She loved the fact that the black guys were sexually attracted to her and very open and public about it. They would often make loud, sexually bold remarks as she walked past. She would always look back at them and smile or wink. Years later she would tell me about how big their cocks were and how she became a total size queen. Why in the hell she ever married me, I will never understand! I mean...my dick is less than three inches totally hard on a good day! 

So, I began dating her because I knew she was a whore and I was a virgin, so it seemed like the perfect match. Even before we dated I was really excited by the fact she was so sexually active and so open about it. Rhonda took my virginity, but that's another story that I've already posted. 

We had been married about three years when one night we were at the Bel Aire Drive-In movie, fucking in the car as usual. This time she didn't get dressed as we were driving out. Even under the full lights of the drive-in and then the street lights as well; Rhonda stayed naked. Then she leaned against the car door and spread one leg over the back of the seat and the other on the dashboard. With her pussy spread W-I-D-E, she began fingering herself. Hard and fast! Then she inserted three fingers...her moaning was so sexy as we drove toward home...street lights illuminating her naked body as we passed other cars they could plainly see what she was doing. I was really getting off on that! 

Pretty soon she had her whole hand inside of her big fat pussy!! All the way up to her wrist! I had never seen her do that before. She reached over and took my right hand and held my fingers together and slid my whole hand into her pussy! OMG!! I had never felt anything so wet and hot in my life as her soaking wet pussy clamped around my wrist! I almost wrecked the car! 

When we pulled into our carport...directly under a bright streetlight...she got out totally naked; stood by the back bumper, spread her legs wide and said "Eat me NOW!! RIGHT NOW"!! So I started and she said, "NO...Take your clothes off too"! I was afraid of getting arrested, but I was powerless to resist. So I tore my clothes off and got on my knees and started eating Rhonda's fat pussy! I swear it felt like my whole head could have slipped into her big, wet pussy! Then she took my hand and led me into the house and straight to the bedroom. 

Rhonda jumped into bed, rolled over onto her back and while holding her ankles, spread her legs and yelled "Fuck me NOW!"!! So I climbed on and started fucking, but I honestly couldn't tell if I was in her or not. Her pussy was so much bigger than my little dick that I really couldn't even feel her pussy. 

Then she said "FUCK THIS! I need SOMETHING BIG in my pussy...not THAT little thing again"! She told me to go out to the car and reach under the front seat and bring her the umbrella. She had a full-sized collapsible umbrella. It had a nice thick leather cover that slid over it like a big black condom. The umbrella was bigger around than my forearm/wrist and it was 14 inches long. (I measured it later). So I went back out to the car, still naked to do as I was ordered. I snickered when I saw my clothes still laying in the driveway because I realized right then that I was a slave to anything Rhonda told me to do. 

When I brought the umbrella to her, she snatched it out of my hand and in one long stroke, slammed it ALL the way into her big pussy! It disappeared! The sound that escaped her was totally orgasmic! Her eyes rolled back into her head and she gasped and yelled "OH YESSSSS...It's about time...it's been way too long"! She shook all over and her leg spasmed and she jerked and threw her head back and just groaned. WOW! 

I had never seen her orgasm like that! When she finished...she left the big black umbrella deep in her pussy and smiled at me and said that it had been way too long since she had an orgasm OR a cock that big. Of course I had to ask...WHEN did you ever have one THAT big? She laughed and told me that it hadn't been that long since she had the umbrella, she keeps it with her at all times for emergencies...but the last cock she had that big was just as black as the umbrella. I guess my jaw dropped and Rhonda smiled and told me that she had fucked a lot of the black athletes at East Forsyth (our High School). Our old friend "Pettigrew" was the guy with the giant cock. She said that he was bigger than the umbrella (fatter and about as long). He was her favorite fuck-buddy and every time she fucked herself with the umbrella she thought of him. 

She said that she thought I knew...after all, EVERYBODY at East knew she was fucking the black guys. She and her younger cousin Terri were always partying with the blacks. 

Rhonda said something like "Well, now that you know what it takes to keep me happy, you know that YOU obviously can't do it, so there's no need for me to hide it any longer". From that day forward, she let me fuck her any time I wanted, but I never again felt the walls of her pussy around my little dick. 

Somebody...or several somebody's, with BIG cocks were fucking her very regularly. It was amazing how much cum she could hold in that big sexy pussy and almost as shocking how many times I had to lick and suck her clean before I was allowed to fuck her. 

For some strange reason, ever since then, I have a fetish for big pussy's! Hers is still the biggest pussy I have ever seen, but my current GF comes pretty darn close! 

Now if I can just get her to start fucking around...



Rhonda's Life after Capture



Six months ago, Rhonda had been a thirty-four-year-old waitress in the mess on an Altruvian space station and trading post. Her job paid well, if only on account of the value of the station and its distance from any well-settled territory. Three months ago, she was still working in the mess, but she wore a navy uniform and carried a pistol. The station had been mobilized for war -- although everyone said the enemy were sure to lose, the Canberrans had taken to raiding even merely economic Altruvian assets. Rhonda was fit for her age, brunette, narrow-waisted, with a generous bust and wide hips. Today, Rhonda was a ponygirl slave in the stable of a Canberran lord whose starships had made a daring raid on her station in the darkest days of the war, shortly before Canberra brought the conflict to its ignominious and untimely end. 

Rhonda was standing in the cobblestone courtyard at the center of the lord's expansive stables. Her wrists were bound tightly together behind her back; the leather cuffs were clipped both to the tight metal band that sat just above her waist, and to the metal ring that joined the two parts of her crotch-strap. Whenever she leaned forward, her wrists shifted the strap upward, making it dig uncomfortably into her pussy. She was leaning forward now.

She could hear the swift movements of her master behind her. "Bitch -- present," he said -- this meant she was to spread her legs and bend over, allowing him to easily inspect her crotch-strap from behind. As she stood in that very uncomfortable position, he tightened the straps that held her gear together behind her back, making the strap dig into her even more uncomfortably. She stumbled slightly, trying to keep her balance on the high hoof-boots.

Her day, which she understood was meant as training, was difficult -- the lord whipped her often and hard as he sat in the dogcart behind her, which for some reason was much more heavy than it had ever been before. Rhonda's crotch-strap chafed and the buttplug attached to her tail felt like it would pop out if only it were not held in so tightly by the outfit she was forced to wear. She clamped down on her bit as she put her weight into hauling the cart. 

Her training continued at a high intensity for a week, and then she was rested for three days straight, to her relief. On the fourth day, she found out why -- she was stuffed in a wire mesh cage barely big enough for her and put in the dark hold of a hovercraft, and when the door of the transport finally opened, she was at a country racetrack. The sun was out and the day was heating up, but the racetrack had been newly soaked with water and the dirt was loamy and wet. Some hills covered with sparse Canberran shrubs were set behind the track; and in front of it, there stood a set of tasteful white pavilions, adorned with flags, and the Canberran gentry were readying themselves for a day of drinking lemonade and watching their buxom ponygirls toil and sweat.

As Rhonda backed between the whippletrees, she bent forward as she had been trained, and the strap dug into her pussy and chafed as always. Today, her master tightened it harder than he ever had before, and she whinnied, stuck her ass out and prepared it for his whip as she felt him climbing up into the carriage. Girls to her left and right, probably recently acquired Altruvian spoils too, bent over in the same humiliating position, gesturing with their asses as if to invite their owners' lashes on their soft skin. Rhonda scraped a hoof against the ground, readying herself for the race.

When it was over, her ass and thighs were striped with the marks of her master's whip. Her thigh-high boots and bare thighs were splattered with mud from the dampened track. Her pussy was scarlet and sore from the chafing strap. She had not won, but she had outpaced a few of the girls.

She thought she might be given a rest, and her wiplash marks treated, but her master decided otherwise. He took a piece of cord with a loop in one end, slid it over her head, and yanked downward sharply. He tied it to the iron ring in her pussy so that she was forced to walk about in a bent-over position, wobbling on her hips and with her ass sticking out. He led her on a leash as he talked to his friends and colleagues at a cocktail party under the largest pavilion. She was oft-admired, but instead of any tender touch she was apt to receive a smack on the rump.



Rhonda's Touch



I had been working in this place, a body rub parlor in an apartment off Columbus Avenue in Manhattan, for a couple of months. For one-hundred dollars you could get a sensual massage on your backside, then a frontal massage complete with what we called the "happy ending". It was quick money, and in another week I'd have enough to split for Hollywood and set myself up in an apartment. Then, after a couple of well-placed blowjobs to the right people, hopefully I'd get a part on a series, or one of the dating reality shows. But I still had another week of pulling cocks before I had enough.

Anyway, like I said, I'd been there a couple of months and I'd serviced all types of guys--businessmen, college students, professor types. And I'd seen all sorts of bodies--tall, short, fat, skinny, even a few well-built guys who were really hung. But the one thing they all had in common was that I never gave a shit about any of them. Just a dollar sign, I talk nice, pull their dicks and get them out the door. Except for this one guy.

He had made an appointment an hour earlier. He sounded sort of nervous on the phone. He showed up on time and I opened the door to let him in. 

"Hello, Brad," I said. "I'm Rhonda"

"Hi," was about all he could muster. He was real pudgy, about 5'9", two-hundred pounds. He wore a dress shirt and slacks. At least he was clean. You wouldn't believe how dirty some of the shitheads who come here are. My guess is that he was some kind of scholarly nerd, maybe a grad student in philosophy. I could tell he was really nervous.

"Come on back," I said. I led him to the room with the massage table. I asked if he wanted any extras. For an extra thirty, I'll go topless and you can play with my tits as I stroke you. But he said no, just the basic would be fine. Damn. I took his one-hundred dollar fee and told him to undress, that I'd be back in a minute. I went into the parlor and put the money in my purse.

When I got back, he was naked, laying face down on the table. I poured some baby oil in my hand and began to gently rub his shoulders. He flinched a little.

"Is that cold?" I asked. 

"No, it's alright," he said. Like I said, I never gave a shit about any of these guys, and I didn't give a shit about him. But he was really uptight and sometimes uptight guys have trouble getting it up when the time comes and it just makes my job harder. So I knew I needed to loosen him up a little.

"You seem nervous, Brad. Is this your first time in a place like this?"

"Yeah." I guessed that he must have been worried about his wife finding out.

"Are you married?" I asked.

"No." So if not his wife, maybe his girlfriend.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Wow," I said. "No wife and no girlfriend." I kept rubbing his back ever so gently. So if he wasn't worried about anyone finding out, there had to be another reason he was so nervous. I thought I had the answer. "Brad, you're a shy guy, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"So. Are you a virgin?" I knew some of the younger college age guys that came in were virgins, I was pretty good at spotting them. He didn't say anything. "It's okay, Brad, you can tell me."

"Yeah." Bingo.

"Well, if you're a virgin, you've come to the right place." I started working my way down his back. "Am I the first girl to ever see you naked?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, then. Just relax, sweetie, I'm going to take good care of you." At this point I had worked my way down to the top of his ass. But I skipped over it and started massaging his thighs.

"So, Brad, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-six," he said. I could hardly believe it, a twenty-six-year-old virgin. I was twenty-two and my virginity was long gone.

"Well, you've got some catching up to do," I said. I started massaging his buns and he let out a little moan. Obviously, he had never been touched there before. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

I dug my fingers in a little deeper and he let out another cute little moan.

"Mmmm."

"Okay," I said. "Why don't you turn over and we'll do the other side." So he turned over and I turned around to put some more baby oil on my hands. When I turned back around, he was laying face up. And I saw the origin of all his shyness--all four inches of it. It was all I could do to suppress a smirk when I first saw it. I didn't want to make him any more nervous than he already was. But in the months that I'd been working here, it was the tiniest little dicklet I had seen by far.

"Okay, sweetheart, just relax." I started slowly rubbing the tip and he let out a moan. "Feel good?"

"Mmmm, yeah," he said. "Mmmmm, mmmmm." As I stroked him with my right hand, I gently swept my other hand over his chest. I gently pinched one nipple, then the other.

"Mmmmm,mmmmm."

"Feels good, doesn't it babe."

"Mmmmm, yeah, mmmmm." I had to admit it was the cutest little dick I'd ever seen and the way he moaned was kind of cute too. I worked my left hand down to his soft tummy, obviously another place he'd never been touched.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm."

Then, while still stroking the head of his dick with my right, I started fondling his balls with my left. His moans got louder.

"MMMMM,MMMMM."

"Yeah, feels good, doesn't it." This tubby virgin was about to come and it had barely been thirty seconds since I first touched his dick. But that was okay, the sooner they come, the sooner they're out the door.

"Come for me baby," I said.

"UHHHHH, UHHHHH."

"That's it, come for me."

"UHH,UH,UH,UH." He shot his load all over his fat belly. I'd never seen anyone shoot so much cum in so little time from such a little tiny dick. Fifty-nine seconds, a new record for the place.

I took a towel and cleaned him up. "Did that feel good, Brad?" I asked.

"Yeah. Yeah."

"Good. You can get dressed now. I'll be back in a minute," I told him. 

I went to take a pee and when I came back, he was dressed. "Did you have a good time?" I asked.

"Yeah, thank-you," he said. He took a twenty out of his pocket. "Here, this is for you."

"Thank-you, Brad." I have to say, it was the easiest tip I had earned. I led him out into the hallway and towards the front door. I opened the door to let him out, but he turned around.

"Rhonda?" he asked.

"Yeah, Sweetie." He pulled another twenty out of his pocket.

"I have twenty dollars left. Do you think..."

"Yeah, Sweetie. What?" God, I just wanted to get this fat boy out the door so I'd have time for a cigarette before my next client.

"Well...could I have a hug?" he asked. I couldn't believe it. Guys had offered me money for all sorts of extras--straight sex, blow-jobs. I always had to tell them to forget it, we're strictly a hand-job parlor. But no one had ever asked me for a hug.

"Sure, Brad, why not?" I took the twenty and put my arms around him. And all of a sudden, all the contempt I felt for this poor guy fell away. He came here for a hand-job; what he really wanted was a little affection. He was so sweet. I held him for the longest time. I had to fight back the tears.

Finally, I let him go. "I'm glad you stopped by, Brad. Come back again some time."

"Thank-you. I will," he said. I took the twenty and gave it back to him.

"That was on the house," I said.



Rhonda's Two Little Secrets



Why is it that all the hot chicks like the 'bad boy' looking guys? I dealt with it in high school; college and even now that I've hit twenty-five.

I'm not a six foot two hunk with a chiseled body sporting a twelve pack, not even close or the guy with the two-day-old beard, with the flowing locks who rides a custom chopper. Me? Well I'm more like the five foot ten, medium built average Joe with the cropped hair; not a geek, but far from the bad boy type. Instead of a chopper, I drive a two-year-old Kia but it's paid for. This summer I purchase my first home; a three-bedroom place that needs a hell of a lot of work, but at least I own something instead of just paying rent. So I guess I've got a few things going for me.

I had two girlfriends in the last six months and dumped them both for the same reason. I call it the wet tongue/crotch syndrome. Let me explain how it went. For no better reason let's just say I'd been going out with Candy for almost three months. We got along great and I really enjoyed being with her. We hadn't gone all the way, because, like an idiot I was moving slow because I thought she was special. Saturday, after dinner we went to a nice dance club with one other couple, Matt and Kathy, who were already married. This is how it went down.

"Kathy do you see that guy over there? Oh my God is he hot," Candy said to my married friends wife.

"Candy, if I wasn't already married I'd give a months pay to strap that one on and go for a long test ride."

"I know what you're talking about. Come on, let's go get a drink so we can get a closer look at him, ok?" 

The two of them go over to the bar, tongues hanging out, and they now see he's with two other hot guys. The next thing I know they've got their drinks in hand and they're just standing next to the dance floor talking to them while her husband and I sit at our table in awe looking at what's transpiring. When Candy starts dancing with one of them I lose it. If it wasn't for Matt, I would have gone over there and made a total ass out of myself.

"Tell Candy she can ride her new friend home for all I care because I'm out of here."

"Easy Steve, she's just flirting that's all."

"Matt, you may not give a shit about what Kathy's doing, but having your girlfriend flirt with another guy while she's with you is not what I'm into. Just tell her I said she can blow him, fuck him or live with him; I don't give a shit." I grabbed my coat and walked out as Matt screamed at me to cool down.

I was halfway home when my cell rang; it was Candy.

"Steve, why did you leave me here?"

"I figure you'd want to be alone with your new fuck buddy so I called it a night. 

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Candy, do me one quick favor will you?" I asked. "Reach down and feel your panties; are they wet? Now think what it would be like if I hit on a beautiful woman right in front of you and then took her on the dance floor and dry humped her in front of God and everyone else? Would you like that?"

She was saying that it was all just a little innocent fun and I was blowing it out of proportion.

"Tell your next boyfriend that," and I hung up.

She pestered me for a couple of weeks and even Kathy said I was blowing this way out of proportion, so said the other wet tongue girl. 

"Kathy, I don't share my girlfriends and I'm sure as hell not a wimp. If that's what she wants she can go find one and leave me the fuck alone. And she finally did.

The next girl was named Diane. Same club but this time she asked me. Her ex-boyfriend came over to our table and asked her, not me, if she would like to dance.

"Steve, do you mind if I dance with Gary?"

"Diane, you're with me not him."

"Steve, it's just one dance, I'll be back in five minutes," Diane said walking onto the dance floor with him. 

It wasn't one dance it was two. I paid our bar tab, grabbed my coat and started walking out. I didn't make it all the way out before she caught me.

"Steve, where are you going? "Wait a minute, I'll get my stuff."

"Since you like your ex so much, he can give you a ride home."

"Steve, it was just a dance."

"Diane, when you asked me if it was alright and I said no, what about no didn't you understand? Well, you made your choice, now you're free to dance with him all night." At that I turned and walked out to my car; she never called me and I sure as hell never called her. As I said, you don't disrespect the guy you're with; well not me anyway. After that I kind of shied away from any serious relationships. I still went out but that was about it.

Then I met Rhonda. Lovely, beautiful, good looking, sexy and a dozen other good adjectives couldn't come close to describing how I felt about her. She worked for a temp agency and was doing overflow work for our marketing department. It took me two days to get up enough courage to even talk to her. It's not like she was a goddess or a ten, it was just that something about her drove me up the wall. The way she walked, spoke and smiled made me weak in the knees; I felt like I was a teen-ager having my first real crush. 

"Do you mind if I join you for lunch?" I asked two days later.

"Sure, it'll be nice to have a little company for a change," she said moving her food over to make room for me. "My name is Rhonda and I'm working in marketing for now," she said with a big smile.

"I'm Steve, and I'm the assistant distribution manager for the warehouse, " I said extending my hand.

"Nice to meet you. Have you worked here long?"

"Just two and a half years. This was my first job out of college."

"I had one year but had to drop out," is all she said about it. 

So it went that day and every day there after. It got to the point where she would talk and I would just listen and look at her. My boss started teasing me that I was in 'puppy love.' When I asked him what that meant, he would just say I looked like a little puppy with my tongue hanging out as I followed right behind her.

"Ask her out, it's obvious that she likes you, why I don't have a fucking clue," he said laughing out loud before telling me to get my head out of the clouds and to get back to work.

"Rhonda, you want to go out to a movie or grab dinner this weekend?" 

"Steve, I can't Friday, but Saturday would work."

"Then it's a date." I said now proud of myself; I was the man.

She gave me her address, phone number and we set the time. I thought dinner would be a better idea, this way we could talk without everyone listening in, like in the lunchroom.

I was about ten minutes early so I sat in my car and listened to the radio; I didn't want to look too anxious. I knocked on her door and she was right there.

"Shall we go," she said not even inviting me in. I didn't care, because I had her all to myself tonight.

She said her dinner was excellent but I just picked at mine as I watched her every move. We talked until they threw us out and then I suggested coffee and dessert at Baker's Square and that's where we ended up. Rhonda took one bite of her pie, pushed it away and said she was stuffed.

"Take it home and have it for breakfast and if you want you can take mine too; I haven't even touched it." I didn't want this night to end but by eleven she said it was getting late. I guess that was my cue to take her home; I took the long way around.

"Steve, I had a wonderful time," she said outside her door.

"Is it ok if I kiss you?" I said and then thought, what a dork thing to say. "Why didn't I just take her in my arms and lay a big one on her," I thought immediately there after. 

Well, she didn't say no so I just took one and then another and finally gave her a big hug. 

"We've got to do this again and soon," my brain screamed at me. "If you're not busy, maybe we can do this again during the week?"

"I'm usually pretty busy during the week, but if you'd like, I'm free next Saturday," I made a date right then and there. I told her this time she could pick the restaurant. I took two more kisses before taking me and my hard-on home for a little manual relief. I was smitten, I was in love, hell, and I was in lust with her.

We went out every weekend for the better part of two months. When she said this was her last week at our company I was crushed. 

"Maybe something else will come along here," I said trying to be optimistic.

"I've all ready got another job lined up. It's on the other side of town and if every thing goes right, it'll turn into a full time position; and that's what I really need."

After another month of dating I told her I really cared about her and hoped she felt the same way about me. I'd gotten to second base and I really wanted to slide into home but I didn't want Rhonda to think I was just out to use her.

"Steve, I need to tell you something," is how she phrased it. "And, I don't know exactly how to tell you," she said wringing her hands. "You see, I like you too but I'm afraid what I've got to say may effect the way you feel about me," Rhonda said holding my hands now.

"Just say it. You're not dying are you?"

She laughed. "Nothing quiet that bad."

"Well, just spit it out, I won't bite."

She took a long breath. "I have baggage."

"You have baggage? That's it? Rhonda sweetheart, we've all got baggage."

"Not like this Steve. You see, it's not just me, there's two of us."

All right, I'm not the greatest at rhymes and riddles so I told her to spell it out.

"Steve, I've got a five year old little girl; her name is Sara."

I guess she took the surprised look on face in a negative way and when I stammered a bit Rhonda said she understood.

"I know I should have been up front with you and I know what you're thinking, I've seen it many times before. But it's ok, you're a nice guy and I've had a lot of fun with you."

"Rhonda, what are you talking about?"

"Steve, I saw that look in your eyes when I told you about Sara. Guys don't want to get involved with a woman who has a kid, but it's ok, don't worry about it."

"Rhonda, I was surprised, but I'm still wondering why you waited so long to tell me?"

"Steve, I like you and didn't want to scare you away. I meant to tell you a million times but I kept chickening out," she said now looking down at the floor trying to avoid my eyes.

"Well, when can I meet her?"

"Steve, you don't have to fake being interested, it's ok, really, I understand."

"Rhonda, read my lips, I'm not going to stop seeing you because you've got a kid. Now, like I said, when can I meet this so called hidden child?"

I got the best kiss ever and had to pull her off me before she cracked my ribs.

"You really want to meet her? This is good, no, this is great," she said attacking me again. "You don't know how many guys have dumped me just for that reason."

"I guess I'm not like every other guy you went out with and since you brought it up, just how many guys have you gone out with?" I said trying to make a joke but she didn't hear it she was so excited.

Rhonda invited me over for dinner Friday night so I could meet her in a more casual surroundings. I picked up a stuffed teddy bear on my way home on Thursday night; I figured it would be a good icebreaker. So, Friday night I knocked on her door, nervous and scared both at the same time.

"Come on in, Steve," Rhonda said as I could see two little legs and a head of blonde hair hiding behind her. 

"Rhonda, I found this in my car," I said holding up the teddy bear. "You know any little girls who would like to take it off my hands?"

Now, I saw two blue eyes connected to the blonde hair as Sara poked her head around Rhonda looking to see what I was holding.

"You must be Sara," I said watching her hold on to her mother. "Do you think you could find someone to love this bear for me? He's awful lonely." She looked at me; glance up at her mother before reaching out for the bear. She kissed it and gave it a big hug as her lips formed a smile. "Looks like the bear has a new home."

"Steve, you didn't have to do that."

"Are you kidding? What better way to a mother's heart than through her daughter's eyes." She gave me a big kiss.

By the end of dinner she was talking to me like we'd been friends forever. After dinner we even watched her favorite movie, 'The Little Mermaid' before it was her bedtime. She gave me a hug and Rhonda took her down the hall to her bedroom.

"Make yourself at home, I'll be back shortly," she said as I looked around her apartment.

It was a small two bedroom with just a kitchen and basically a combination dining and living room. There were pictures of the two of them but no one else. I wonder who and where the father was. I was staring at a picture of the two of them when Rhonda snuck up behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me on the neck.

"She wouldn't let me take the bear away. She says the bear was lonely and needed to sleep with her."

"Girls all love soft cuddly things," I said pulling around to my front. "Even big girls."

We kissed and did a million other things on the couch. Rhonda had firm breasts with nice long nipples that became even longer when sucked on. I thought about the prospect of sliding into home but the thought of doing it on a hard couch wasn't that appealing. I wanted our first time to be memorable and in a bed. So I just settled for a little finger action.

I had dinner at her place at least twice a week and Saturday I invited them both over for a BBQ. Hot dogs and hamburgers were the staples of our meal including potato salad and baked beans; it was something like a picnic indoors. I gave them the full tour and told Rhonda that it would nice once it was finished. She smiled, I smiled and Sara asked why I didn't have a pool.

She told me about getting pregnant at eighteen by her then boyfriend.

"As soon as I told him, he booked and I never saw him again. I decided to keep the baby, against my parents' wishes, and they made life kind of hell for me. About a year after Sara was born, I'd had enough and moved in with a girlfriend of mine. Money was tight and I did what I had to do to put food on the table; it wasn't easy but we survived. My parents and I had a falling out about that time and I haven't talked to them since."

"Boy, that must have been one hell of a blow-up."

"Steve, they're born again Christians and unless I lived by their rules, I was dead to them. I had to do what was best for Sara and me. I still send them birthday cards and pictures of Sara but I don't even try to phone anymore; it's their loss not mine anymore." I could tell she was upset but let it drop.

On the other hand, my parents and older brother John love the two of them. The only thing my mom asked me is if I knew what I was doing.

"Steve, it's not like going out with just the girl; they're a package. You can't separate one from the other."

"I know, and I love them both." Talk about a ready-made family.

Our first time together was magical, quiet but magical just the same. Sara was asleep when Rhonda pulled me into her bedroom. She put her finger to her lips and said we'd have to be quiet. I undressed and slipped into her bed while she hit the bathroom. She came out totally naked and I made a pup tent five seconds later.

This was the first time I'd seen her totally naked and she was beautiful. She didn't have thirty-six double D breasts or a big round booty but what she did have was to my liking. She slipped into bed and for the next twenty minutes we made love like it was our last night on earth. We kissed till my lips hurt before tasting every square inch of her body. I heard her moan even though she tried to muffle it by putting a pillow over her face.

When I ate her freshly trimmed pussy and licked her clit she bit her pillow. When I slipped in one then two fingers she covered her mouth and when I climbed between her legs and gave her everything I had I thought she'd explode. Through the muffled moans and the pussy contractions I could tell when she climaxed but it took me two more minutes to let loose.

When I pealed back the pillow she still had her eyes closed, so I covered her lips with mine. Time stopped when she whispered to me that she loved me. All I know was after that I spent the night trying to please her in any way I could. I didn't want to leave but she didn't want Sara to wake up and walk into her room with me there.

"Don't worry, there will be other nights, well I at least home so," she said escorting me out. We almost did it again at the front door as I started getting her hot again with a little finger play. When she said if I didn't stop we'd end up back upstairs we both started to laugh. I kissed her one more time and was out the door.

Three weeks later I asked my mom to keep Sara for Friday and Saturday night. I told her I needed a little alone time with Rhonda. She winked at me and told me not to try and wear it out by Sunday. When I said 'mother' she just smiled and said she was young once too. This was one conversation I didn't want to be having with my mother.

That was by far the best weekend I ever had in my entire life. Besides taking her out to dinner Friday night we wore very little the rest of the weekend. When she gave me my first blowjob Friday night, she asked how I liked it.

"What do you mean how do I like it?"

"Do you want me to suck hard or soft?"

"Why don't you surprise me?" I told her because I never had a blowjob I didn't like.

She teased the shit out of me. I don't have the greatest staying power when it came to blowjobs but she was bound and determined not to let me shoot off until she was good and ready. I guess this was payback for me teasing her last time.

With one hand caressing the boys, she started off sucking me softly with her warm lips before deep throating me with a lot of tongue. I was almost ready to shoot off when she squeezed my dick hard, which stopped it in its tracks. She did that twice more before I begged her to finish me off. This time she didn't stop and I felt the rumbling start all the down to my toes. 

"I'm getting close," I said warning her I was about to cum. The only thing she did was to look up at me and increase her pace. I shot at least three spurts down her throat, as she never skipped a beat. She kept massaging my balls until I was totally and I do mean totally drained. "Stop, please stop," I cried out as I literally pulled her off my overly sensitive dick and into my arms. She was still smiling as she kissed me. Afterwards I thought I should have been grossed out kissing her after what she'd just done, but I never even thought about it. The only thing I thought about was that I loved this woman sharing my bed with me right now.

We did everything that weekend that two people could do, or want to do. She absolutely loved oral but wasn't too crazy about anal. She said she'd done it twice and it wasn't high on her list. We christened most rooms even the ones still under construction. Eating her while she was on the ladder at mouth level was something neither one of us had ever tried and we almost got hurt when she climaxed and slipped off the ladder onto my chest. That would have been a good story to tell an emergency room doctor.

Mom asked if we'd had a good time when we stopped over to pick up Sara. I blushed a little while Ronda told my mom that I had taken care of everything the needed to be taken care of. They both broke up while I turned even redder; I guess you can say I was the shy one of the three.

I felt like we were already a family when I picked out the ring. I showed my parents and they told me it was about time Rhonda made an honest man out of me.

I thought of a hundred ways to give her the ring but all of them sounded dorky. I was finally going to just drop down on one knee and give it to her when I had a better idea.

I showed up at her place for dinner on Friday with another bear. Sara answered the door and I could hear Rhonda yell that she was in the kitchen. So, there stood Sara with her hands on her hips.




Rhonda's Two Little Secrets



"Is that bear for me too?

"No sweetheart, this one is for your mommy; big girls like bears to, besides, do you want yours to get jealous?"

She grabbed me by the hand and we walked into the kitchen announcing that I'd brought her mom a present.

"Well, that's nice she said wiping her hands. Now we'll both have our own bear," she said smiling and giving me a welcome kiss. "I hope you're hungry because I've outdone myself tonight, " she said reaching for the bear. 

The only difference between the two bears was that Rhonda's bear was holding a red heart in its hands. I made a tiny slit in the top of the heart and slipped in the ring so just the diamond and top showed. When Sara said that mommy's was the same as her's, I told her no, there was a little difference.

"Honey, mommy's bear is holding my heart in its hands and something just for her," I said now looking at Rhonda.

She got this puzzled look on her face as she looked at the bear again. I guess she saw the heart but when she looked again she yelled out, "Oh my God," as she saw the ring.

"Oh my God Steve, is this what I think it is?" She said slipping the ring on her finger. Without her knowing it I'd measured her finger so it slipped right on but was still a little big.

"I guess I'm suppose to drop down on one knee or something like that," I said as Sara was wondering what the heck was going on.

"Yes, yes I will marry you," she said jumping into my arms kissing me.

"I guess I don't need to say the words but I'm going to anyway. Rhonda will you me do the pleasure of becoming my bride?"

There were about ten more yeses while Rhonda continued jumping around. After about forty-five minutes of this Sara asked if we were ever going to eat, because she still didn't have a clue what all the commotion was about.

"Honey, Steve is going to be your new daddy," she told Sara. 

"Is he going to live with us?"

"No honey, you're going to live with me in my house," I told her.

"Will I have my own room? Can I have a dog?" And another dozen questions came out of her mouth as we all sat down at the table.

"Steve, do your parents know?"

"Told them the other day. They're both ecstatic about you and Sara joining our family. They love the two of you almost as much as I do if that's possible."

I don't think she ate more than a couple of bites; all she did was look at the ring on her finger and smile.

"Boy, are you going to get lucky tonight," she said giving me a sexy smile.

"You mean all it took to get you in bed was a little ring," I teased.

"Steve, Sara's listening."

"Oops, I guess I'm going to have to watch what I say from now on with two little ears in the house."

That night as I lay in bed waiting for Rhonda, I felt I was about as happy as a man could be until I saw her walk out of the bathroom. Wow is about the only word I can use to describe her. I'm not sure what she was wearing, only that it was red, almost see through and white hot.

"You just lay there and let me see how much more momma can get you turned on."

She put on the music softly and started to dance and strip for me. If I wasn't totally hard before, I sure as hell was now. When she opened the top two buttons, and started playing with her breasts I thought my dick would rip through my shorts, but when she pealed it down to her waist and move it to the side to show me her pussy I just about came. I was now sitting up resting up against the headboard as she started slinking over to me. Hell, the only thing missing from her dance was a damn pole. When she finally let it drop to the floor and crawled on all fours onto the bed I could feel my pre-cum starting to ooze out. But when she took me into her mouth it took less than two minutes to give her my mother load.

"Holy shit Rhonda, that was so hot," I said kissing her. "Talk about sexy," I said now flipping her onto her back. "Until I recharge, I'm going to eat you like you've never been eaten before." 

I sucked, licked and did every thing I could think of. There was enough saliva and juices flowing that both holes got a good workout. At one point she went still and I thought she'd swallowed the pillow before she came with a scream. I sucked her clit and slid in two fingers as she bucked below me. I got between her legs and for the next twenty minutes pounded that pussy and made it mine. I filled that condom up to almost overflowing, before I pealed it off, dumped it in the toilet and settled back with her for some tender kissing.

"I never knew you could be so slutty," I said kissing her. Immediately the mood changed.

"Slutty?" she said looking at me.

"Yeah, you know sexy, slutty whatever."

"Steve, there's a big difference between sexy and slutty."

"Honey, you know what I meant," I said trying to back pedal.

It took me an hour to get her out of her funk. I apologized for whatever I said and told her she was the sexiest woman I ever met. Finally, finally her mood changed back. 

"I'll never make that mistake again," I said to myself. The only problem Rhonda never did her little dance for me again. I guess I had only myself to blame. Hell, I can't say she is a prude, but she she's a far cry from being adventurous in the bedroom, it always seemed she was holding back. Maybe after we get married she'd loosen up a little.

The next two months were nuts. Rhonda and my mom planned the wedding. When I asked about her parents she just told me that she'd handle it in her own way; I didn't argue. When we were finalizing the guest list I brought up her family again.

"Should we allow for a couple on your side?"

"I'm not inviting them. They disowned me and Sara and I don't really want them here to ruin our day." That's when I fucked up; I made the decision to contact her parents and invite them. She'll thank me for it I thought.

It was a no brainer to find them; I had their names and town where they lived in Ohio. I sent them a short note ahead of time and told them I'd call them the following weekend. I figure I'd give them some fair warning so it didn't look like I was springing anything on them. 

I called them the following Saturday on my cell phone from my car. When her father answered and I introduced myself he went quiet.

"I just wanted you to know that Rhonda and I are engaged and would love you and your wife to attend our wedding."

"Rhonda doesn't know you've made this call does she?"

"No, she doesn't, I thought it would be a wonderful wedding surprise."

"Steve, I wouldn't walk across the room to see that harlot get married to you or anyone else."

"I know you two had a falling out, but can't you burry the hatchet and be there for your daughter," I pleaded.

"I have no daughter. Rhonda died in my eyes when she turned her back on the Lord and did what she did," he told me in a deadpan voice.

"Sir, I know about Sara and I plan on raising her like my own. She's a beautiful little girl, she'd love to see her grandparents."

"She'll burn in hell along with her mother because of what Rhonda did, and I'm not just talking about her unholy birth."

"I don't understand?"

"She sold herself like a common whore when she moved out with Sara. We tried to stop her, but she told us we were the ones who were crazy. A slut telling two God fearing parents that we were the ones who were wrong. After that, we washed our hands of the two of them. They can rot in hell for all I care. And, if you think I'm lying, she was giving herself to the devil at the Top Hat Club, check with them, they'll surely remember her. Son, I'll be praying for your soul and if you're a God fearing man you'll dump that woman and not marry her." With that he hung up.

"Well, that was interesting to say the least. Talk about a fucking nut, no wonder Rhonda didn't want to invite them," I said putting my phone away. No way in hell I was going to tell her I called them and I was positive they wouldn't be calling Rhonda any time soon. The only thing that stuck in my craw was the statement about Rhonda selling herself. There is no way Rhonda would do something like that, so I drove it from my brain.

One week later, while on the computer checking something out, I Googled in Top Hat Club in Ohio. When it came up I realized it was a high-end gentleman's strip club. The website was very descriptive and even had pictures of all the models; I looked at all of the pictures and didn't see one that looked like Rhonda. She was right, her parents were nuts.

It was three weeks before the wedding and Rhonda and I were finalizing a few things.

"Steve, you and John need to get fitted for your tux this week," Rhonda said going over a check off list.

"Don't worry, I've got everything covered. Also, don't plan anything for me Friday night; John and a few of my friends are taking me out," I said trying to look innocent.

"Don't tell me, a strip club right?"

"Something like a right of passage," I told her. "And don't worry, I'm not driving but I won't be home until probably after midnight."

"Shall I have coffee waiting on you? Or should I have a trash can ready by the side of our bed?" Rhonda asked in not the greatest mood.

"Don't worry, John said he'd take care of me," I told her.

"Knowing John, that's what I'm afraid of."

I got majorly fucked up. I got boobs pushed in my face, a lap dance or two with girls in g-strings and about ten other things I didn't remember. I smelled like booze and women when I walked through the door, and Rhonda was waiting for me.

"Steve, I thought you said John was going to look out after you?" she said looking at all the stains on the front of my slacks. "It looks like there was more going on than just drinking," she said trying to look pissed with her hands on her hips.

"Don't worry," I slurred. "I didn't get laid or anything like that, I just had a little fun that's all." That's when the alcohol in my brain took over my mouth. "By the way, just what did you do at the Top Hat Club anyway?"

Rhonda's lower jaw hit the floor, she turned white and started yelling at me.

"How do you know about Top Hat club? Who told you? How long have you known?" Rhonda peppered me with a dozen other questions as I stood there awe struck.

"I called your dad and invited them to our wedding and he told me that you were selling yourself at the club. You weren't doing that were you?" I kind of spit out. 

I don't even know why I brought it up, I hadn't thought about it since I got off the phone with her dad. I guess it was still somewhere in the back of my mind or subconscious and the alcohol made it come out. Whatever it was, It was now out there and Rhonda was upset, crying and yelling at me.

"I told you not to call my parents but you did anyway. You have no idea what my life was like back then; you'll never be able to understand. You couldn't just leave my past alone could you? When were you going to bring it up? Before the wedding, on our damn honeymoon? Now I know why you called me a slut that night; that's what you think I am."

All right, ninety percent what she was saying was going right over my head as I now struggled to remain upright. She was crying hysterically and saying something about how I'd probably lost all respect for her and how could she marry a man who thought she was nothing more than a slut. 

"If you would have asked I would have told you everything; but I guess you didn't trust me enough to think I'd tell you the truth. This is a mistake, I don't know why, I thought you were different," she said going down the hall to the back bedrooms, while I struggled to stay upright.

When she came out with Sara bundled in a blanket I asked where she was going?

"Anywhere, I won't be judged on something that happened years ago."

"Was I shocked at what was happening? Hell yes! Did I understand what was happening? Hell no!" so I did what every drunk does, I fell asleep.

I woke up with the biggest hangover I'd ever had. I wanted to puke but realized I didn't have a thing in my stomach to upchuck. When my brain started working again I started remembering bits and pieces from last night, starting with the club and finally when I got home.

"Rhonda?" I yelled out as I walked down the hall. I looked in our bedroom but she was gone. I then went to Sara's room and she was missing also. I struggled to recall what happened when I got home and then it hit me, Top Hat Club. I remember asking her about it, I think anyway, and something about me calling her a slut and her leaving. Nothing made sense at this point.

I called Rhonda's cell but got no answer. She's probably still asleep I thought as I headed to the shower. 

A cold shower and breakfast at McDonalds made me feel almost human again. Something happened last night and after another unanswered call I went to her apartment. We were getting her stuff ready to move into my place before the wedding, so most stuff was in boxes. I rang the bell three times before she answered.

"Steve, what do you want?" she said answering the door.

"Honey, I just want to talk to you about last night," I said trying to judge her mood.

"At least after last night I know what you think of me, but I won't go through it again, I can't. The wedding is a mistake and don't worry I'll be out of your life as soon as I can. I guess it's better find out now before we got married," she said shutting her door. 

I knocked on the door and called her phone but she ignored me until I got frustrated and left. "What in the hell is going on?" was the only thing that came to my mind.

It wasn't for at least four hours that I finally put two and two together. "Shit, now I remember; I asked her about the Top Hat Club, that's when it all went downhill last night," I said to myself trying to remember if she said anything. After two more days of silence Rhonda found me camping on her doorstep when she got home from work with Sara in tow.

"Steve, I don't want to get into this right now, especially with Sara here," she told me, but I'd about had enough.

"Sweetheart, you want to watch The Little Mermaid before dinner?" I asked. When she said yes, I put the DVD in the player and told her that her mom and I would be in her bedroom if she needed us. Grabbing her hand, I dragged her back to her bedroom.

"Rhonda I don't remember everything that happened Friday night, but what I do, leads me to believe we need to talk and talk right now."

"Steve, you said it all Friday night what you really think about me, and why did you call my parents?"

"I wanted to surprise you. I figure it would be a great occasion for you to reconnect with them; I guess I was wrong."

"So, they told you I worked at The Top Hat Club didn't they?"

"Your dad did and I even looked it up on the internet but didn't see your picture, I figured your dad had just lost it."

"The reason you didn't see my picture is because they only list the current dancers. If you'd looked at the archive photos you would have found me in all my glory."

"You were a stripper?"

"We called ourselves erotic dancers, but yes I was one of them."

"But why? How could demean yourself like that?"

"Money, plain and simple. When my parents didn't like the way I was raising Sara I was given a choice; their way or the highway, I guess you can figure out which one I took. I had no money and just the clothes I could pack up. A friend on mine let me stay with her but I had a hard time finding any work. When I saw an ad for dancers I applied and nearly shit when they told me what I'd be expected to do. I had no money and the only thing that stood between me and life on the street was my friend Carol and this job; so I danced. Carol watched Sara at night when I went to work and soon as I started making money I hired my own babysitter so I wouldn't tie Carol up every night."

"Rhonda, I can't believe you of all people were a stripper."

"Steve, you'd be surprised at just who strippers are. I've met single mothers, wives and damn accountants; all trying to make a little extra money or make ends meet. It paid enough for me to put food on the table, buy clothes for us and put me through one year of college. I only did it for a year but that was a long year."

"Your dad said you were prostituting yourself at the club, where did he get that idea from?"

"Steve if I'd been dancing fully dressed, I'd still be selling myself to the devil in his eyes. The Top Hat was an exclusive men's club, there was no prostitution going on, the furthest it went were lap dances in which no touching was ever allowed."

"So, that's why you got so upset with me that night when I mistakenly said you looked slutty."

"No shit Steve. I did nothing but dance. There was no funny business, touching or anything else. I never met guys outside the club, like some of the other girls. I never went to the private parties because I heard they got too wild. However when I met a guy and he found out where I worked, he thought I was some hooker who he could have whenever he wanted. If a guy found out, he either dumped me or I dumped him eventually. So now you know my whole shady past. I guess I'm not totally proud of what I did, but I'm not ashamed either. I never took a handout or went on welfare to take care of my girl; and believe it or not, I was pretty damn good at what I did. So if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you to leave so I can make dinner for my daughter," she said now taking off her engagement ring. "I really did love you no matter what you think."

"Rhonda, what the hell are you doing? Have I asked you for my ring back? We've got a wedding in a couple of weeks and we need to finalize the remaining details."

"You mean you still want to go through with it? You want to still marry me after all I've told you?"

"Rhonda, answer me one question, did you sleep round or prostitute yourself at the club?"

"No, I all ready told you that."

"Well then I believe you, case closed. Like with Sara, I just wished you'd trusted me enough and had guts to tell me before I found out from someone else, your father no less. Trust and honesty is what I expect from my wife, nothing less. Now for the last time, is there anything else you haven't told me yet?" I asked her. She shook her head, no. "Good, now let's have dinner, finalize our wedding plans and then maybe later you can show me a few more of those moves you've been hiding from me all this time," I said grabbing and kissing her.