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The Accident

By: 09cutter



Helmut Armand Vaughan, he preferred Army, stepped out his front door, expecting to do his daily run. Discovering that Dallas had suffered another of its infamous ice storms overnight, he retreated to his bedroom to get dressed for work. He would need the extra time for the drive in, with the ice and all, he knew the roads would be hell.

Just as he made the turn out of his circular drive, his cell phone played the familiar tune announcing that his assistant, Helen, was calling. "Hold on a second Helen, let me pull over." He brought the Lexus to the curb, and returned to the cell. 

"Army, I have spoken with all your appointments for today, and they all cancelled. Mr. Hilton, and the rest of the execs have all called in too. This place is a ghost town, no reason for you to try to come in."

********

Robert Gomez, was working on his third tower, since being called in with all the emergency crews. The ice storm had knocked out lots of power lines.

He was 40 feet in the air on a large 'cherry picker' just finishing up. His partner had already jumped in the cab and started the engine. 

Just as Robert reached for the picker controls, the hydraulic stabilizers raised, causing Robert to raise the picker instead of lowering it. He was pinned between the picker and the tower. The movement cause the heavy machinery to begin sliding on the black ice covered road. 

Fortunately Robert was unconscious when his upper torso was torn asunder. The steep grade of the hill they were on insured that the cherry picker would accelerate quickly, whipping his mangled body to and fro, spraying his blood on the ice all the way to the bottom of the hill.

********

"Thank you Helen, I was just leaving home. Try to reschedule everyone, starting Monday. I can skip lunch and do a couple appointments then too. 

Then I guess you can start your weekend early. Drive caref....." 

Helen had been Army's assistant since he started up the corporate ladder. She would never call him by his first name if anyone else was around. She both admired and respected him. The noise she heard just as the connection was lost, frightened her to no end. She quickly dialed 911.

*********

Army was an investment banker. A very good investment banker. He majored in international business and finance. He made his clients very rich. His personal portfolio was enviable.

He met Melinda, (Mel), early in his senior year. She was a freshman. After landing his first job, he proposed to her. Now at, 38 and she 34, they had a wonderful life together. 

They had plenty of money and a beautiful home. The only thing missing, were children. Mel wanted a child desperately. Army also. Not for the lack of trying, it just hadn't happened yet.

**********

Army could hear voices. Sounds that seemed far away. He could hear Mel. The sound of her voice, brought back the memory of their first time together. They had been dating for three months. It was his birthday, and Mel had made him dinner in his tiny apartment. 

After dinner, she had enticed him into the bathroom, where she removed his clothes. Then her own, as the shower warmed up. It was the first time he had seen her in all her glory. 

She had natural auburn hair, almost emerald green eyes, and the cutest button nose, that turned up a bit when she smiled. Now he saw the perky 34 B cup breasts, the small patch of auburn curls at the Y of her legs, and as she bent to test the water, the contour of her back accentuated her perfect little bubble butt.

Before she turned back around, he was already hard. She led him into the shower, using his 6 inch dick as a leash. He was only 5'8'' but he seem to tower over her mere 5'3'' frame.

The shower was warm, wet, romantic. As they dried each other with fluffy towels, she kissed his chest, slowly working down to his navel. She momentarily took his dick in her mouth, causing Army to worry about blowing too soon.

Soon they were in bed. She opened herself to him, allowing his every desire. His thrust were slow and loving. Until they built to a mutual crescendo. He groaned as he sprayed her tunnel, she moaned out her own release. It was their first of many such nights.

*********

Army forced his eyes open. Mel was asleep in a chair by the window. He felt like his entire body was beaten and tortured. Though he could move his eyes, any other movement brought terrible pain. It appeared as if his whole left side was in a cast as well as his right leg. He could just make out the purple toes of his right foot. Right arm seems ok, he thought as he wiggled his fingers.

What the hell happened to him. He didn't remember anything. He glanced at Mel one last time, before drifting off again. If she was there, everything would be alright. 

Another dream, this time it was their wedding. It seemed as though everyone they knew was there. Mel looked angelic in her white gown and veil. Her father was so proud as he walked her down the aisle. Army couldn't have been happier.

**********

"Honey, please wake up," It was Mel again. He could tell she was crying. He hated to see her cry. Why was she crying? He had to help her. Again he forced his eyes open.

It was day time. Mel was holding his right hand and clutching it to her chest. Tears had streaked her beautiful face, and dripped onto his fingers. 

"Oh! Thank God! Doctor look, he's awake." It was then that Army noticed the other person in the room. The doctor pulled a small penlight from his jacket pocket and shown it in Army's eyes. 

"Very good. His pupils are responsive. Army, squeeze my hand if you understand me." Army gathered his strength and squeezed. "Excellent. Do you remember anything about the accident?" Army managed a little shake of his head. " Well it will come to you. For now just rest. Mrs. Vaughan, may I have a word with you?" 

They left the room, and Army tried to recall what happened. He remembered the ice, oh, and talking to Helen. The rest was a blur. He drifted off again. 

**********

" ... and Mr. Hilton says for you not to worry about anything. Everyone has been so nice. You wouldn't believe how many beautiful flower arrangements have arrived." This time it was Helen. What was she droning on about? Looking up at her, he tried to glean what she was saying. It appeared to him, that she was talking to her lap, not him. She happened to glance his way, "Oh sweet Jesus! You're awake. Oh Army. It's been so long, I thought I would never get to speak to you again."

"Long?" it felt like he swallowed razor blades. "How long?

"Eight days. You are in Parkland Memorial Hospital. It's been eight days since the accident. You were pretty banged up. It took them nine hours just to put your left leg back together. But, I shouldn't be telling you this. That's for the doctor.

"Raise me." Helen grabbed the bed control box, and of course pushed the wrong button. Recovering quickly, she raised the head of the bed to a semi sitting position. "Water?" As she poured him a cup from the pitcher of ice water, Mel and the doctor entered. 

"Darling, the doc says you can go home in a few days. Isn't that wonderful. I have already ordered a hospital bed, it will be delivered tomorrow. I have one of the two downstairs guest rooms being redone for you. The other will be for Brad. Oh, and your attorney called. He has already filed a suit against Dallas Power and Light. He said they will probably settle."

"Brad?"

"Yes. Do you remember that old man who owned all those movie theaters. What was his name? McClelland? McCutchin? Mac something. Anyway you remember he had a stroke last year. Well, a couple of days ago he had a heart attack and died. Well, I called his daughter to give my condolences, and I told her about your accident. She said they had this wonderful guy that worked for them, taking care of her father. He was going to be out of work, and she asked if we needed him. I hired him to help with your recovery.

"He has tremendous credentials. Physical rehabilitation, therapeutic massage, on and on. He will be here when they release you, and stay with you until you don't need him anymore. The old man was crazy about him. We were lucky to get him."

Doc Armstrong interrupted. "Army, I'm afraid without Brad's help, you will be here quite a bit longer. Your body has suffered a great deal of trauma. The next few months are crucial to your recovery. We repaired extensive damage to you left leg. Even after it heals you will probably always have a limp. Your right leg was broken in two places, but should heal quite nicely. We did a full shoulder replacement on your left arm, and it was broken as well. 

There was some spinal injury as well. We will just have to hope it heals, though we will be watching it closely."

*********

Nearly two weeks after the accident, Army was released. Mel entered his room with a young man. He was 6 feet 3inches of solid muscle. He must live in a gym, Army thought. 

"Hello sir, I'm Brad." He said, offering his hand to Army. From Army's position in the wheel chair, Brad seemed even bigger. He had Nordic looks, blond hair, pastel blue eyes, pale skin. Fair, but rugged. Brad wheeled Army out of the hospital, as Mel went to get the car. 

She pulled up in a new Cadillac Escalade. "What's this? Where is your Mercedes?" Army asked.

"This was a gift from your attorney. He said that D.P.L. is settling. After his fees, you will receive 20 million. He said he made enough off your case, he thought he should send you something nice. This will make it easier to get you around to doctors offices and such."

Mel jumped in the passenger seat, Brad picked up Army, as if he weighed nothing, and placed him in the back seat. Then he put the wheel chair in the rear of the Escalade, before getting in the drivers seat.

"Oh honey, it will be so nice to have you back home." Mel said, as Brad made the turn off Preston onto Colhurst. "Now, I don't want you to worry about a thing, just concentrate on your recovery." When she got out of the car, she said "If you need anything else done to your room, let me know. Brad will be right next door to you if you need assistance during the night."

Brad got the wheelchair out, and easily placed Army in it. Army noticed that a ramp had been added to the front of the house. The house itself was spacious, so there was no need of changes to it. The marble floors were easy for the chair to glide over. Brad wheeled Army straight to his new room. 

There was a state of the art entertainment center, and a new hospital bed. To one side, some contraption that had pulleys and chains, on the other a high table that would hold meals, or laptop, or book, when slid into place above the bed. Army suddenly felt about as useless as tits on a boar hog.

"Look in here honey." The bathroom had been refitted with a handicap shower/bathtub with a walk through, easy access. Built in bench seat, hand held shower heads and electronic controls. 

"I will get us some lunch started. You and Brad should get to know each other." Mel stated on her way out.

"First off, sir, I would like to say how happy I am to be working with you. I think I can be of great benefit to you. After looking at your hospital charts, and talking to Dr. Armstrong, with a lot of hard work, I expect an almost complete recovery."

Army looked up at Brad with a very worried expression. "Armstrong said I will always have a limp. He also seemed concerned about my spine." He paused, then rather shakily asked "What do you think. You saw the charts. Will I ever walk again?"

"As I said, it will take a lot of hard work. My main concern is your back. Your legs will heal, even though you may have a limp. If your back injury is too great, you may not walk again. And backs are funny things. Sometimes they heal, sometimes they don't. That's where I come in. I'm here to be sure we do all we can, to get you out of that chair."

Army believed the man. He could tell that Brad was being sincere, that he really did want Army to walk again. "Ok. Then you're the boss. I will work hard, because I definitely want out of this chair. Where do we start?"

"Do y'all have a pool? Swimming is very good, Now that you have the removable cast, we can start there. Also we will work on massage, and minor rehab on your muscles, so they don't atrophy." 

Army guided as Brad pushed his chair around the house. He pointed out certain features that he thought the young man would find interesting. When they exited to the back of the house, Brad said "Wow. Very nice pool."

The entire back of the house was enclosed. There was a pool house, a large natural limestone waterfall, two large grottos. One enclosed an in ground hot tub that seem to extend into the heated pool. The other was another section of the pool, but it had a swim up bar and fireplace, large mats for lounging. At night there was special lighting and stereo, all around the pool and grottos. 

"Yeah, it's great for entertaining, or just for two it can be very romantic. Wait til you see what I can do with the lights and music. I designed it myself."

"It's the most awesome pool I have ever seen." Brad just stood with his mouth agape.

"Well, maybe later we can go for a swim... At least you and Mel can. What I need is a shower. Those nurses aren't very good at the whole sponge bath thing." Just then Mel called them in to lunch. 

"We will do that right after lunch." Brad said.

Army enjoyed his first non hospital food in two weeks. Afterward Brad wheeled Army into the bathroom. He removed the casts on Army's arm and legs being careful not to hurt him. "Don't move too much, let me do the work. I brought some special robes that should fit around the casts and allow as much modesty as possible."

Brad reached to unbutton Army's hospital clothing, then slipped his arm under Arm's shoulder. Lifting him with one arm, and using his other hand removed the gown from Amy's shoulder. Repeating this with the other side, Brad had Army naked in no time. "Well this is rather embarrassing." stated Army.

"No worries, it is my job, after all. I see naked men and women all the time. After your bath, I will give you a massage." Brad sat Army on the bench in the tub and started the water warming. Army looked down at his shriveled manhood and suddenly realized he hadn't had an erection since the accident.

"In cases like mine, is this normal?" he asked nodding to his limpness.

"It could be your medication or a result of your injuries. Either way, once you heal, it should resolve itself. If the spinal injury is severe enough though it may not. The massages will help increase blood flow to the injured areas. That will speed up recovery. As you know, blood flow to that area is most important." Army just nodded.

Brad began sponging starting with Army's right arm and back, then worked lower. When he reached the penis he, very clinically, sponged the entire area, with no reaction from the badly behaving member. Army was embarrassed beyond belief.

After the bath, Brad produced a robe that looked like one of those Snuggies advertised on TV, except this one had enlarged arm and leg holes with snaps to close them around the limbs like an infant's jumper. "Where would you like to do the massage, here or your bedroom?"

"Actually, I have a home gym in the pool house. Maybe we should set up there."

"Excellent."

Ten minutes later, Brad had Army naked and on a massage table in the gym. Face down with his head in a hole in the table, Army relaxed under Brad's expert hands. "For now, we will be concentrating or getting blood flow to your spine. Then we can work on your extremities." 

Thirty minutes later, Brad carefully flipped Army over, and began working on his chest. He didn't bother to cover Army's groin with a towel, which again brought a little embarrassment to Army. But soon he relaxed, figuring he would have to get used to Brad seeing him like this. 

Brad seemed to spend extra time on the area just above the penis and at the juncture of his legs. Then to Army's surprise, Brad grabbed the 3 inch worm, and first pulled then stroked it. Repeating this several times, without results.

Army was, again, struck with a feeling of uselessness. Not just in general, but as a man. A tear formed in his eye, then traveled down his cheek.

Brad rested his hand on Army's chest. "Hey, ... this is gonna take time. We have only just begun to fight. I know this is hard on you, but I am here to help. We will get past this." 

Army gave a nervous chuckle, then, a la Beavis and Butthead, said "heh heh...you said hard on... heh heh." Brad laughed and gave him a light slap on his chest. 

That evening, after dinner Brad sat Army on the sofa,"I'm going to finish unpacking, if you need anything just holler." 

Mel sat to his right and lay her head on his shoulder. They sat in silence for a moment before Army said "I am so sorry about this, babe. I've turned your life upside down. Now you're stuck with an invalid."

"I don't want to hear any of that 'invalid' shit. This is just a temporary set back. Besides, you turned my life upside down the day I met you." She leaned in and gave him a kiss, then placed her hand oh his thigh. As she started to slide her hand up, Army stopped her.

"Babe, don't. It's not gonna work."

"I know, dear. I just want you to know that I'm here for you when it does."

The next morning, Army was awoken by Brad. "Rise and shine sleepy head." 

"But it's the butt crack of dawn." 

"Yes it is and we have a long day ahead of us. I took it easy on your pansy ass yesterday, today is a new story. After breakfast, we are gonna hit the hot tub, then a massage. If you are still breathing after that I will find something else for you to do." Army couldn't help but laugh, he really liked Brad.

"Oh no! Not the dreaded hot tub." Army joked "Anything but that. Why oh why must you be so cruel." He noticed that Brad was wearing just loose fitting shorts, as he hefted him into his chair. 

Army loved the hot tub, it always felt so good to be nude in water. Brad removed Army's 'snuggy' and stepped down into the tub. He picked Army up and stepped down to the next step before setting Army onto one of the seats in the tub. Looking at Brad he noticed chill bumps on his arms. It was barely February and still cold outside. "Why don't you get in too?"

"I plan to. We are gonna work on your muscles." Brad went over to the controls and turned on the bubble jets. And swiftly pulled off his shorts.

Army was shocked. Between Brad's legs was a really large cock. Even in the cold air it had to be 6 inches long and 2 inches thick. "Good lord, boy! Did you swallow a python?" 

"It certainly has taken a few ladies breath away, so I guess you could say that." Brad said getting into the hot water. "I never had to suffer small dick jokes in school that's for sure."

Brad grasped Army's right foot and said " For now I want you to let me do the work, just relax your leg. I'm going to bend your knee and press your leg toward your body. Let me know when it begins to hurt. Brad pressed forward until Army stopped him. "Does it hurt your knee or your thigh?"

"Thigh."

"Good, now let me know when I'm touching where it hurts" Brad ran his hand under Army's knee down towards his ass, until Army told him to stop. Brad placed army's foot against his own chest, and began to massage the indicated area. Slowly bending forward adding pressure to the leg, and massaging the stressed muscle.

When he had repeated this several times, he told Army " Now point your toes, and bend your knee as far as you can while I work on the other leg. Again, let me know when it hurts." They continue this for thirty minutes.

"Now I'm going to sit. I want you to lean back against me. I will support you by holding your sides. I want you to raise and lower your arms, like a bird flapping its wings. Using only the water for resistance." Army got into position in front of Brad and leaned back. He felt Brad grasp high on his ribcage. "Now raise your arms just until it hurts, then lower them."


The Accident



In this position Army's head was in Brad's lap, resting on his ample cock. The flapping motion caused Army's head to move back and forth on Brads cock. After a couple of minutes the python began to rise. Army noticed it snaking down to his neck, and actually sped up the flapping motion, just for grins. Suddenly, it popped up out of the water, along side his face. Having the monster that close, caused Army to stop and look.

He couldn't help but be impressed. It stood nearly a foot. Army just stared at it. "I'm Sorry, Army, the beast hasn't been fed in a few days. All the rubbing and warm bubbles woke it up."

"That's quite alright, it's to be expected. Though, if you don't mind me saying, it really is magnificent. I'm very jealous." 

"No need to be. I'm sure yours works... uh...worked... uh will work nicely again soon." he stammered. Now it was Brad's turn to be embarrassed. "Why don't we just relax here a few minutes, before moving on to the massage? I need to reel in the monster a bit anyway."

They both laughed and Army sat down beside him. "So tell me Brad, is there a special lady to enjoy that beast?"

"Not at the moment, I'm between victims right now."

"Why is that? You're a good looking fellow, and I'm sure they love that thing."

"Just been too busy. When I was in college, I got around quite a bit. But since then I've been working my tail off, trying to pay off student loans, and a boat load of credit card debt. Can't really afford to date right now."

The massage consisted of the same manipulations as yesterday and some of the hot tub exercises. Brad was very careful to not hurt Army, and yet pushed him as far as possible. When Army was face down, he couldn't take his eyes off the mass that was moving around in Brad's shorts. When Brad reached Army's groin, he did the same as he did before. Pulling and stroking with no results.

When they finished, Brad replaced Army's casts then dressed him in his snuggy, and put him in his chair. "After lunch we are doing it all again. So don't go thinking you have the rest of the day off."

"What are you, some kind of Nazi taskmaster?" 

"Yes, and now you've seen the club I will beat you with." they both laughed all the way to the house.

Mel, Brad, and Army were enjoying a nice lunch of fresh seafood and salad, when Mel's cell went off. "Hi Mom, ... Really! Great.... Yes, I will meet you there. Bye. Annie has gone into labor. I'm meeting Mom at the Methodist hospital. If the baby gets here late, I might stay the night at Mom's. Will you boys be alright alone, or should I call in a sitter?"

"We'll be fine Babe, and I will make sure the hookers are all gone before you return." That earned Army a playful slap. "Well Brad, it looks like we are batchin it for a while. Beer and pizza for dinner?"

"You betcha."

The afternoon hot tub session was more of the same. Neither Army or Brad bothered to get dressed for the massage. "So who is Annie?" Brad asked as he worked on Army's back. 

"Mel's little sister. She lives in Oak Cliff. She has only been married a little over a year. Now she has a baby and Mel doesn't. Mel really wants to be a mother. She practically furnished Annie's nursery. We haven't been lucky so far. I suggested medical help, but she says it will happen when it's suppose to happen. And now, it doesn't look too promising. I'm useless to her like this."

"Hey, no more of that talk. We're gonna get that thing working, or die trying."

As Brad circled the table, Army watched the beast swinging to and fro. "I bet the beast can produce a lot of babies."

Brad laughed "I've been lucky so far, and haven't." 

Suddenly Army had an idea. "What do you think about Mel?"

"She is a really sweet lady. You're lucky to have her."

"Do you think she's pretty?"

"She's beautiful. I love petit women. Maybe cause I'm so big. They seem so vulnerable, I just want to protect them. One of my favorite attributes in a woman."

"So would you fuck her if you had the chance?"

"Whoa, Army, I have no designs on your wife. I have already come to like you, and her too, for that matter, for me to try anything with your wife."

"I know Brad, and I feel the same about you. I admire how hard you work, and you really seem to care about people. Hear me out though. How much debt do you have?"

"Right around $60,000. Why?"

"Look, Mel isn't getting any younger. There is no telling how long it will be until I can get it up again. Even if by some miracle, tomorrow my dick works again. We have been trying for 9 years, its not getting done. I don't expect you to rape her. But if she is willing...let nature take its course."

"Army, this in probably not a good idea. What makes you think she will go along with it." Brad flipped Army over again and looked him in the eye. "She is a wonderful lady, and I don't want her mad at me. She could fire me and then where will I be."

"She hired you, but you work for me, I pay your salary. I had already decided to pay off your debt, just because I admire you. If she says no, I will still give you another 50,000. If she goes through with it, and you fuck her, I will make it 100,000. If you are successful and get her pregnant, I will add another 100,000. I will even pay the taxes on it. You will have no legal or financial responsibilities to the baby."

"Let me get this straight. You will pay me $200,000 to fuck your beautiful wife. You are one crazy son of a bitch."

"Well actually its only 100,000 for fucking her. 200,000 if you get her pregnant. Brad, think of it as doing me a huge favor."

"There is something else to consider. I don't want to be mean, but, well ... I'm a little bigger than you. And I'm told I know how to use it well. Are you sure you want this. I mean, she might enjoy it, a lot." 

"You are not a little bigger than me. You are twice as big as me. I hope she does enjoy it. Sex should be enjoyable. Right now I can't do anything any way. A woman like her needs sex. You will just be keeping her contented. If you don't, someone else will. They will take advantage of her in a weak moment. Make her feel guilty about it. As long as I can't do it for her, I would prefer it be someone I know, and like, and trust." 

"If I say yes to this crazy scheme, what do I do? Should I try to seduce her or sneak into her room while she's sleeping? I mean, how the hell is this going to work?"

"No you don't have to sneak into her room. Seduction would take a long time I think. After all she does love me. She would only do it if she were sure I will never be able to perform again. So I think I will have to set it up. Actually talk to her about it. I will give it some thought and let you know when." Brad continued with the massage in silence. Soon he was sporting a huge erection. "Surely my wrecked body isn't turning you on."

"Sorry, but I was just thinking about slipping it to your hot wife. Like I said the beast hasn't been fed in a while."

"Understandable. Man, that is impressive though. Uh ... would you mind if I ..." Army reached out with his right hand and grasped the beast. "I have never seen one like this. It must be great having that thing to play with." He stroked it a little while Brad watched. "Help me sit up" 

Brad set him up on the table with his legs hanging off. Army again reached for Brad's erection. "I just can't get over how magnificent it is. I have never had a gay thought, but I always wanted to have one like this for myself. I guess most men would want it." he began to make longer strokes. Brad closed his eyes, enjoying the attention.

Army noticed that Brad wasn't stopping him, in fact, seem to be in a dream state. He picked up the pace, and Brad moaned. Army studied the thickness of the cock in his hand, imagining what it would be like when it stretched his wife's tiny pussy. The fat knob at the end would be like a plunger scraping the walls of her vagina. The big balls swinging back and forth, as they bounced off her ass.

He noticed Brads legs begin to shake, then suddenly, huge globs of cum shot out all over the massage table. Brad was shivering with his release. Army continued to stroke the beast until he was sure it was finished spitting.

"Well, looks to me like you are definitely qualified. There's enough sperm here to knock up half of Dallas."

"Ah... man that felt good. I never had a guy do that for me, and girls just don't know how to do it properly. Shit, look at the mess I made, or we made."

"Don't blame me, you're the one who should try out for the fire department. With a hose and pressure like that, you are sure to get hired."

Later after showers and a nap for Army, they ordered pizza for dinner, and had a few beers as they watched a movie on TV. They were sitting, side by side on the sofa, both in a snuggy, when Mel called. "Hi Babe,... oh good, how is she doing?... Good.... That's fine babe, have fun with your mom. ...Yes we'll be good. ...love you too, bye. She's spending the night at her mom's. Annie had a little girl."

A steamy love scene came on in the movie, and both became very interested suddenly. The leading lady was bouncing up and down on a cowboy. The top of her breasts were visible on screen. Army noticed some tentage in Brad's snuggy and wished it would affect him as much. It didn't.

Soon, Brad was completely hard, and unable to hide it under just the snuggy. "Brad, the beast is loose again." Brad looked down and saw that the head of his cock was poking through a gap between snaps on the fabric.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about Mel, and that scene came on, so I started picturing Mel bouncing on me like that. If she is willing, I guess I could be persuaded to let her jump my bones." Brad laughed. "Too bad she's not here now, I could use the attention." He said as he rubbed his cock.

Army studied Brad a moment, then asked "Do you really want some attention?" Brad looked at Army, then realized what he was asking, and nodded, then unsnapped his snuggy.

Army reached for the big cock and began to stroke it. He didn't understand why he was so fascinated by it. Maybe, under the circumstances, it was like an alpha male thing, he thought. He certainly wasn't the alpha now. He wasn't sure he would be, even if his dick did work. He watched Brad's face as he serviced him. His eyes were closed, obviously thinking about fucking Mel. 

"You know, Mel has a tight little pussy, even for my little dick."

"MMM"

"You will probably stretch her out a bit with this big cock."

"Mm hmm."

"Do you like that idea? Stretching her little pussy to fit your cock?"

"Mm hmm"

"Would you like it if she preferred your big cock?"

"Mm, yes."

"She will want you to fuck her all the time. Fuck her until she wont even be able to feel my little dick. Stretch her out until she needs your big cock."

"Mm yes....AAHH." Brad blasted a huge load all over his chest, and Army's hand. As he came down from his orgasm, Brad said, through heavy breaths, "You do that so well. Have you done this before? On another guy I mean.. I know you've done it to yourself." 

"No, you are the first, and probably last. I don't think I will be doing this sort of thing with anyone but you. So you like the idea of stretching Mel out to fit your cock?"

"Uh, well... I have heard that can happen. I guess it's kind of a turn on. Knowing that you can spoil someone for other men. I guess it's kind of like a sign of sexual prowess or maybe it's just an ego thing."

"Well what ever it is, you sure got off on it. Now would you get us a towel, before this shit dries on my hand." 

Brad returned with a towel, the beast swinging in the breeze."Thanks for doing that for me again. I'm sorry it's so one sided. I would do it for you if you could. I mean... well you know what I mean."

"That's ok, I can't do it for myself, at least I can do it for you. Besides, it's oddly nice to play with a big one for a change."

The next day, Brad and Army were in the pool, nude again, when Mel came home. Brad was exercising Army's limbs again. "Did you boys get along alright last night, by yourselves" they just looked at each other and grinned. Mel thought she saw something in the water in front of Brad. But it was too big to be what she thought it was. Must be the water distortion or something.

"Yes, we got along just fine. How is Annie and the baby doing?" 

"Oh darling, she is just beautiful. And Annie named her Melinda, isn't that sweet. I have lots of pictures to show you when you get finished out here."

"Okay babe, we will be in shortly. Why don't you pour us some wine, and order Chinese for dinner." 

Mel opened a bottle to let it breath, while she called the Chinese delivery place. She grabbed three glasses and the bottle, and went to the patio. She walked through the door just in time to see Brad carry Army to his chair. Below Army's ass she could see the large penis swing with each step he took. It wasn't hard, but it was plumped up from the warm pool. Even soft, she could tell it was a big one.

"Well, y'all seem to have gotten comfortable around each other."

"I'm sorry Mel," Brad said as he reached for a towel. "We started working out in the hot tub like this, and just carried on to the pool. I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"No, that's quite alright. Whatever helps Army, is fine with me." She was still staring at the bulge under the towel. She couldn't believe how big it was. She also couldn't help but compare it to her husbands rather shriveled member. "Are you cold dear? I bet you are after coming out of the warm pool, into the cool air. I will turn on the heaters while we enjoy our wine and look at pictures."

They had several large heaters around the patio, the kind some restaurants use for their outside dining. She busied herself with that for a minute and then sat down.

Mel pulled out her cell, and went to the gallery. "Here is little Melinda. This is right after she was born. Isn't she beautiful?" Army looked at the picture. Little Mel looked like all newborns look. Angry red face all scrunched up, fists in a ball waving around, and screaming at the world.

"Ah yes dear, she is lovely."

"And here is mother and child during her first feeding"

Army looked at the photo, and saw Annie's breast for the first time, he thought to himself 'I always knew she would have nice tits.' "Lovely, just lovely." he said to his wife. 

Mel continued to show the boys photos, until the food arrived, taking every opportunity to look at the bulge Brad had in his towel. Occasionally the gap between the ends of the towel would widen enough for her to glimpse a bit of flesh. This made her feel little guilty, because she kept wanting to see more. She also felt a little moisture south of the border.

Later, while finishing their dinner, Brad said "Army, let's get in another session in the pool tonight. We haven't done that much today."

"I swear I think you are a Nazi. But you are the boss."

"Maybe I will join you, I haven't been in the pool in a while" Mel said, and she picked up her wineglass and headed into the house. 

"I guess we should go get our swimsuits on too." Brad said as he started to wheel Army toward the house. 

Army thought for a second and said "No. Let's not. She could use a little excitement... who knows what may happen." 

Army and Brad were already in the pool, when Mel came out wearing a black and gold bikini. Army could tell that she had taken the time to groom a bit, because the bikini hid very little.

"When you boys are finished with your workout, meet me at the bar."

Brad, who was holding Army under his arms to make Army work his legs more, just stared at Mel as she walked by. He had known she had a nice body, but now he could see most of it, and it had an affect on him. The beast started to rear its mighty head again. Army could feel the beast at his back. 

"If that thing tries to get in my ass, I will not be a happy camper." Army told Brad. 

"Sorry dude, but she is hot!"

"Well, let's go to the bar, so you can get a closer look."

"I can't right now, as you know, the beast is awake." Brad complained.

"All the more reason to go now, silly boy. We need to advertise the goods."

"What if she screams and runs?"

"Some how, I don't think she will. She couldn't take her eyes off you earlier."

Brad and Army made their way over to the bar grotto. Mel was sitting on an underwater stool. In front of her, at water level, was a glass table that stretched across the pool. She was on her third glass of wine, and feeling pretty good. 

"Brad, you will find more wine and beer in the fridge in the bar. I will have a beer. Or if you like there is mixed drinks available too."Army directed

Brad swam under the table and climbed the stairs into the bar. The beast had subsided a bit, but as he climbed out he knew he was visible to Mel. This caused him to stir again. Mel couldn't miss the sight. She quickly downed her wine and handed the glass to Brad. "More please."

Brad poured more wine into her glass, then handed Army a beer. He then got busy and made himself a frozen Margarita. Mel was intent on watching the beast move around the bar. Suddenly she realized that Army had spoken to her. 

"I'm sorry dear, what did you say?"

Army was on her right side and Brad sat to her left. "I was just saying, babe, how great you look in that bikini. Even Brad was admiring you. Weren't you Brad?"

"Absolutely. You look fantastic. I haven't ever seen any woman look better." 

"You boys are so sweet. Thanks. I needed to hear that, I was feeling kinda old with the baby and all." Army leaned over and gave his wife a kiss. He put his hand onto her belly, as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Soon his hand was on her breast massaging it over the swimsuit. 

As he broke the kiss he said "Maybe you should thank Brad properly with a kiss too." 

Mel looked at him a second and nodded. She leaned to her left and gave Brad a kiss. Army could tell that Brad had slipped his tongue into her mouth too. Soon their tongues were in a wrestling match. Army took advantage and slid his hand into the bottom of her bikini. When he touched her clit, she let out a low moan, but didn't break the kiss with Brad. As he stimulated her erect clit, Army noticed that Brad had began to work on her breast. His large hand was inside her suit, completely covering her right tit. 

Mel ended the kiss and leaned back to Army. She kissed him and put her hand on his shriveled dick. With a disappointed moan, she looked at him and said "Dear I need you." She kissed him again, and pulled on his dick several times in an attempt to get it up. "Dear? Please?" 

Army had worked a finger into her, and rubbed her clit with his palm. "I wish I could babe, you know how much I love you."

"But dear, I need it. Please?" She continued to pull on his little dick.

"Maybe Brad would help you out babe. It looks like he is up for it."

Mel gave Army a questioning look, then peered down into the water at Brads erection, bobbing just below the surface. Army gave her clit a good rub. Mel turned back to Army "Are you sure you want this. You know I'm not on the pill."

"We want a child, and I may never be able to... perform again. I really want this for both of us." he said lovingly. 

"You wouldn't mind if I got pregnant?"

" I hope you do. Brad is a good guy. He can help us." 

"What if you can perform again, and I'm already pregnant?

"Then we will have at least one beautiful baby, maybe more."

Mel looked reluctant, then Army grasp her hand and moved it over to Brads erection, "Oh my!" She stroked it slowly, not believing the size. Her face changed from questioning to accepting. She turned back to Army, "I want you there, if we're going to do this."

"I would love to be there. I want to be a part of it. The sex, the pregnancy, the baby, all of it."




The Accident



Brad, who had been silent through this, had to stop her stroking hand. "Uh... you might not want to waste that."

Mel stood up in the water, adjusted her swimsuit, grabbed her glass, and said "Let's go into the house, before we get carried away." Exiting the pool, she toweled off and left. Brad picked up Army and dried him off and put him back in his chair. By the time they entered the house, they found Mel waiting at the foot of the stairs. "I'm not doing it in a hospital bed." she said as she ascended the stairs.

Brad pick up Army and started up the stairs behind her. "This is odd," Army stated " Usually the groom carries the Bride." That lightened tension in the air. 

Brad placed Army on the king sized bed, as Mel removed her swimsuit. He watched as she revealed her body to them. "You are absolutely gorgeous." he said as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I have always dreamed of having a lady as beautiful as you."

Army just watched as she reached for Brads throbbing erection. They were kissing right in front of him. Brad broke the embrace and picked her up, laying her on the bed beside Army, who reached for her and gave her a loving kiss. Brad lay beside her opposite Army, and began stroking her breast. She continued to make out with Army, as Brads hand worked down to her ginger lined clit. He toyed with her clit for a minute before dipping down to her opening. He found her to be wet and wanting.

Army, aware of what Brad was doing, kept Mel occupied by stimulating her nipples. Brad moved down and began to use his tongue on her exposed clit. Mel was beside herself with desire. It had been a very long month since she'd had sex. Now she was being ravished by two men. They worked in unison to provide ultimate pleasure to her. 

Brad decided she was ready, or maybe he could wait no longer and brought himself up over her. She could feel the large member at her opening, and wanted it to enter. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt and looked at Army for reassurance. Army gave her a loving kiss before nodding at her and then at Brad.

Brad began applying pressure with the beast, until its head popped through. Mel, having never had anything like this inside her, gave a little yelp, and grabbed Army's hand. When she felt him squeeze her hand, she raised her knees, inviting Brad to continue. He worked a little further in and withdrew, repeating this several times, until he was half way in her. 

Mel had never been as full. He was no deeper than Army reached, but the thickness was stretching her well beyond what Army had. Brad just stroked her with half of his cock until she started to raise up to meet his thrusts. He then gave her another inch, which sent her into her first orgasm.

Army was amazed that she had cum so quickly, and it was a big one too. She reared her head back and let out a small scream. Brad stroked a few more times while she came, and then gave her another inch. This seemed to prolong her orgasm, which pleased Brad. She grabbed his ass and began to thrust up and pull on him at the same time. 

She wanted more, and Brad was happy to comply. He gave her another inch, and started stroking her with almost nine inches, when he felt like he had hit her limit. Mel was going crazy on the beast. She was in a constant state of orgasm. Army could only watch as the beast conquered his wife. He was glad to see that Brad was showing such restraint, and not hurting her. 

By now, Mel had her arms around Brads neck and her feet on his ass, and moaning. When her orgasm got too strong, screaming out in pleasure. This was enough to send Brad over the edge. He groaned and shot his large load inside the once tight pussy. Brad could feel her vaginal muscles milking his cock, as if it wanted as much of his cum as it could get.

Brad collapsed on her, trying to catch his breath. Mel seem near unconsciousness. Army just stared in amazement. It was the hottest scene he had ever witnessed. He had watched as a very beautiful woman had the best sex of her life, and a handsome man gave her what she needed most. The fact that the woman was his own wife made it even hotter to him.

He had grabbed his little dick when Me first started to cum. He wanted to cum too. Of course nothing happened for him, still he loved what happened for her.

When Brad rose, Army could see that about three inches of the beast had not entered his wife. Brad pulled his large cock out of Mel, and some of his load dripped off the end of the beast. Even as it softened, Army was amazed that she had taken as much as she did. Brad rolled over to lay beside Mel. The beast flopped onto his thigh, with their combined juices glimmering on the shaft. They all lay in silence for a moment, then Brad got up and left the room.

"Are you ok?" Army asked Mel.

With her eyes still closed Mel said "Yes. Are you?"

"Very. That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen."

Mel finally looked at him and smiled. "It was pretty amazing for me too. Did you see how big his cock is? I feel like someone drove a bus up me." she laughed. 

Army reached down and cupped his hand over her stretched pussy. He could feel the heat of it, and the moisture of the load inside. Having personally witnessed how much Brad could shoot, he wasn't surprised by what he felt. "He didn't give you all his cock. He held back so he wouldn't hurt you."

"Are you sure? Damn, that thing is huge." 

"Yes, I know. We call it the beast. I've become acquainted with it over the last couple of days. In the hot tub and such."

"How acquainted?" she asked giving him a quizzical look.

"Well, I've had it in my hand a couple of times." he admitted. Just then Brad returned with a beer for Army, and water for Mel and himself.

"You should always re-hydrate after exercising." that brought a laugh from Mel and Army. 

After sipping her water a bit, Mel finally said "Brad, you know I might get pregnant, does that bother you?"

"No, Army and I talked about it. He is concerned that you might never have children. He sort of asked me to help. I sure wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to make love to a beautiful woman such as you." he again lay beside her. He took her hand and kissed it. "It was a most enjoyable experience too, if you don't mind me saying."

Army sipped his beer and watched the scene unfold. "It was very enjoyable for me too." Mel said. Turning to Army she added "I don't know if I could be pregnant after only one time though." 

"Well, maybe you two should keep trying until we are sure you are." Army said with a smile. He watched as Mel put her hand on Brad's growing penis "What do you think Brad?" Army asked.

"Oh I definitely think we should keep trying. Just to be sure, you know. It might take a while though." He leaned over and kissed Mel as she stroked his big cock. Army took the bottle of water out of her other hand, and placed it on the chest by the bed, along with his beer.

Mel turned her body toward Brad's and put her arm around his shoulder. Brad reached around her waist, and pulled her to him in an intimate embrace. They began moving together. After a minute Mel raised her leg over Brad's hip, and reached between them. She grabbed the beast and guided it to her welcoming pussy. 

A moan escaped her mouth as the large cock entered her. Soon it was in as far as before, and Brad began pushing and retracting again. It wasn't long before Mel again orgasmed. When it finished Brad rolled over on top of her again. Mel whispered in his ear "I want it all. Please don't stop until I've taken it all" Brad raised up on his elbows, to look into her eyes. She smiled and said aloud "Please." 

Army had not heard everything she had said, just that single word. 

Brad covered her mouth with his and began to stroke into her again. He gained a little ground with each inward thrust. She was again moaning through continuous orgasms. He reached under her ass with both hands as he continued into her. As he gained more entry, he hooked his elbows under her knees, and slowly pushed in the last inch and a half. She screamed into his mouth, and suddenly went limp. 

He held still for a moment until she had become accustomed to the intrusion. Then began anew. Withdrawing about six inches and slowly pushing back in all the way. Each time he could feel her cervix give way to the invading beast. 

Army could only watch in awe. His wife was now taking the beast entirely. He hadn't thought it possible, she was so tiny, her pussy was so tight. WAS is the operative word. She was going to be stretched a bit now. Mel could feel Brads balls bounce on her ass, she knew she had all of him in her now. She loved the over full feeling it gave her. She had never felt like this before. 

Brad was on full throttle now, really pouring on the steam, as he plowed new ground in her willing body. Her pussy was receiving the pounding it deserved. He knew she was going to want more of the beast. The thought of ruining her pussy for smaller cocks sent him to release again. He shoved his cock in hard one last time. The beast spewed a huge load into her womb. Mel screamed out another orgasm, and went limp again.

Brad was breathing heavy. He stayed in her, keeping his seed locked deep inside her. As he softened, Mel recovered. It had been the most intense sex of her life. "My God, what did you do to me? I feel like I've been turned inside out."

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." Brad apologized, genuinely concerned about Mel.

"Don't be. You were wonderful. I wanted it. The beast is amazing."

Brad looked at Army, knowing it was him that disclosed the nickname. Army could only shrug, and grin. 

The next day, during his morning massage therapy, Army couldn't help but relive the events of the night before. He could almost hear the moans that Mel had made. The way she clawed at Brad's ass, drawing him deeper in her. The sight of the beast as it emerged from her tunnel. The way she squeezed his hand through her orgasms, over and over. How they had all slept together in the big bed.

He had been a bit uncomfortable with his casts back in place, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. Mel had awoken early, and made them all breakfast. He noticed how she seem to glow, as only a sexually fulfilled woman can. She couldn't keep the smile from her face either. Army was happy for her, and a little jealous too. He wished he could do that for her, and worried he would never be able to again. 

When Brad turned him over, he asked "What did you think about last night?" 

"I thought it was fantastic. Mel is a beautiful lady, and quite good in bed too. I will never forget it." As he was speaking, his cock began to rise. Army watched as it lengthened and rose. Brad stood a little further from him than usual, to prevent it from dragging on Army. 

"You really have no control over that thing, do you?" Brad gave an acknowledging laugh, as Army reached out and grasped it again. "I still can't believe you got all of that into her. I thought you were holding back so you wouldn't hurt her, but then..."

"She asked for it. I mean she asked me to give it all to her. She whispered in my ear to not stop until she had it all. Then she said 'please.' What was I supposed to do?"

"So that is why she said that. Hmm. Well she has always known what she wants. I don't blame her. This is a thing of beauty, like the eighth wonder of the world. Absolutely mesmerizing." he continued to stroke it.

Brad stopped him saying "Don't we want to save that for her? It's ok by me, but I thought the plan was getting her pregnant." 

"No, you're right. I just can't seem to get over this beast. Just think, Brad you have already earned and extra $100,000, and with any luck, you will double that amount." Army reluctantly released Brad's cock. "All while getting to fuck a beautiful woman, and you will be debt free." They finished the massage in silence, so that the beast would subside.

Brad was removing Army from the shower, when Mel entered. She looked at the two nude men, and said "I could use a shower too." Then she started removing her blouse, followed quickly by her pants. The boys both noticed she wasn't wearing panties, as she stepped into the shower. "It's neat that you can shower and sit at the same time in here."

She used the sprayer to wet her body, avoiding getting her hair wet. As she reached for a sponge, she glanced at Army and gave him a slight grin. She could see Brad beside him, or at least she could see his mighty cock. The show she was putting on had the desired effect.

The men watched as she first sponged her beautiful body, then began to rinse it off with the sprayer. She stood and changed the sprayer head to a pulsating direct stream, and lowered it to her mound. As the stream hit her clit, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

Brad couldn't take anymore. He grabbed a towel, turned off the water. He wrapped the towel around her, picked her up, and carried her out of the bathroom. 

Army sat in complete surprise. He wondered how long he would have to wait, and what he would miss while he waited. An eternity passed, (maybe two minutes) when Brad returned. Army noticed that the beast seemed even angrier. Brad scooped him up, and practically ran up the stairs. and into the master bedroom. Mel was laying in the middle of the bed still nude, legs spread, waiting for her boys.

Brad started to lay Army down beside Mel, when Army said "No. Face down between her legs." Brad complied and Mel smiled. It had been a long time since her husband had eaten her pussy. Army went straight for the prize. He began to lick her folds, noticing that they seemed to still be a little loose from last nights activities. He could taste her usual honey, and something more. Did she still have some of Brad's deposit in her from last night? Or maybe it was just wishful thinking. He had placed it way up in her. It just took a long time to seep out.

Army glanced up over his wife's mound, to see her and Brad in an intimate kiss. Her hand on his cheek, his on her breast. As he continued his ministrations on her pussy, she began to writhe. She hit her first orgasm that her husband had induced, and Army lapped up her juices. When she came down, Army said "She needs you, Brad." and rolled to the side, to be replaced between her legs by the young stud. 

Brad lay between her legs and renewed kissing her, as he dry humped her small frame. Mel was trying to capture the beast in her cave. Army, being eye level at their mid sections, reached over and grasp Brads member. He stroked it a couple of times, making Brad moan. Then he placed it at Mel's inviting entrance. He watched in awe, as the large head popped in, and it began its long journey inward.

As it hit the nine inch mark, Mel placed her ankles on Brad's thighs, and dug her nails into his ass cheeks. She pulled on him until he sank in the last few inches, when she came again. Army watched in amazement, as the beast pummeled her defenseless pussy. The outer lips stretched wide, the inner lips had a strangle hold on the large cock, moving in and out with each deep thrust. 

Brad was in no hurry. He gave her long slow strokes, bringing her to repeated orgasms. It wasn't a quick fuck, they were making love. He was expressing his feelings for her by giving her pussy what it needed. She returned the feelings by giving herself entirely to him. Accepting his powerful member any way he wanted to give it. 

Brad finally jettisoned his offering deep in her belly. Her pussy sucking the last drop out of him. They lay there, lost in the afterglow. Hoping his seed found a willing egg.

When Brad finally withdrew, Army saw the maw that was once his wife's tight pussy. He rolled back to fill Brad's vacancy, and studied the sight. Her hole was gaping at least two and a half inches across. He peered down the hole, and could see a pool of cum, like a small, pearly white, lake. He was fascinated. 

"Is something wrong dear?" Mel asked

Army, again, looked over her mound at her. "No babe, nothing at all. It's just perfect." With that he dove, face first, into her pussy. Lapping happily at what the couple left for him. He thought he should be disgusted with himself, but somehow this seemed right. 

Brad was kissing Mel and fondling her breast. She broke the kiss and whispered "He's licking me."

"Yes, I know"

"Your stuff is in there."

"Yes, it is."

That sent Mel into another orgasm. " Oh babe, don't stop. Suck my pussy for me. Aahh..." Army was contented, giving Mel what pleasure he could. Brad put his arms around Mel, and watched Army eat his creampie. 

Sometime later, Army awoke and found Mel missing. Brad was there with his hand on Army's chest, fingers at his nipples. "Hey Studly, time to wake up. I'm not Mel, so stop tweaking my nipple."

They found Mel in the kitchen. Whistling a happy tune, as she busied herself packing food into boxes. "Annie is back home, so I'm going to stay with her a few days, and help with little Mel. Dad is leaving on Monday to visit his brother in Maine, Mom will take over for me there after Dad leaves.

So I will be back on Monday evening. Oh, and don't forget you have a doctor's appointment on Friday.

"Brad, will you be a dear, and take these boxes out to the Mercedes. I will leave you two the Escalade." Brad picked up the boxes and left. "You boys behave yourselves while I'm gone. Will you miss me?" she ask Army giving him a sweet kiss.

"Of course we will miss you. I thought we just showed you that. By the way, when is your fertile time?" Mel pulled her planner out and looked at the calendar. 

"My most fertile days are... Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Oh... damn. Well there is always next month dear." she said with a grin.

"Yes, there is always next month. Plenty of time to practice until then too. Would you mind a little practice until then?"

She kissed him again, and said "I'm loving the practice. I'm going to miss it until Monday. This will give me a chance to recuperate a little though. His cock is massive."

Brad entered, and Mel gave him a very sensual kiss, and headed out.

Army did some work in his office, while Brad grilled steaks for dinner. As they relaxed on the sofa after dinner, Army told Brad "I talked to my banker, and have set up an account for you. I already deposited the funds we discussed. We will stop by the bank while we are out on Friday, to sign papers and set up passwords for you. If you have your credit cards and student loan info, he will take care of that too."

"You didn't have to do that. I truly enjoy making love to Mel. I feel bad taking your money, for something so wonderful."

"Don't feel bad. She is enjoying it too. I am too, for that matter. I never thought I would be one of those husbands who likes watching his wife get fucked, but apparently I am. There is something about what you do to her, I just love to see her like that. She's like totally fulfilled with you in her. And watching that wonderful cock sliding in and out of her, is thrilling."

"She liked it when you went down on her afterward too."

Army looked surprised. "She did?"

"Yes, she seemed turned on that you were tasting my cum."

Army looked at the growing bulge in Brads lap. "I was a little embarrassed about that. I don't know what came over me. Her pussy was just calling to me to eat it. She did come quickly when I did it, didn't she?"

"Yes, she did. I could feel her shaking as she came on your tongue. Didn't the taste bother you" Brad was adjusting his crotch. All the sex talk had awoken the beast again. He redirected it up his belly. 

"No, not really. I knew what I was getting into, so I expected the taste to be different. Like I said, I love what you do for her, and I like and admire you, and I am fascinated by your cock. I guess that's why I don't mind the taste. Besides it's not bad really... I can tell you already miss her" Army laughed and indicated to Brad's rampant member. 




The Accident



This story was originally submitted for the April Fools contest, hence the theme. I hope you enjoy it!

***

Sarah waited three long hours for Kyle to knock at her door, during which time she ate half of the dinner she had prepared for them and drank two-thirds of a bottle of merlot, but he never showed.

Didn't answer his phone.

He'd promised to come over right after a quick pint at a goodbye send-off for one of his coworkers.

Sarah wasn't clingy, and she wasn't prone to dramatics, but finally she decided to search him out at the Owl and Thistle, worried that he'd gotten drunk with the boys and wouldn't be able to make it to her flat just down the block, let alone his.

She changed out of the dress she'd bought for the occasion and into a sweater, jeans, and running shoes. She put on her black wool jacket, tucked her hair up in the green stocking cap she'd finished knitting the previous week, and ran down her stairs and out the front entry.

A light drizzle had started outside, little more than a wet mist in the air, but it made her squint into the dark as she jogged up the road to the pub.

Tempting though it was, Sarah didn't plan to storm in and be that girlfriend who made life hell for her man because he had friends. It was hard enough being a 'Yank' in London, and all of the preconceptions that went with that, even if she was only half Yank.

They'd been dating for a month and she wanted to make it work with him, hence the dinner and everything afterwards. She'd planned the evening down to the very last minute, wanting it to be special for both of them.

So much for special, she thought, trudging through the wet night.

She stepped just inside the Owl and Thistle which bustled with a late dinner crowd. Kyle's group was easy to spot in the back corner by the dartboards. Unlike everyone else, they were loud and drunk.

It was only 8:00. On a Wednesday.

It took a minute for Sarah to find Kyle because he had a girl sitting in his lap, some tart who looked like she was about 15 but dressed like she'd been a hooker for a decade.

Much to her own surprise, Sarah's first thought wasn't, You fucking bastard. It was, Is that what he really likes?

She knew she should leave, walk right out and not look back, but she couldn't make her feet move. She felt sick and, yes, the first tinges of anger. How. Dare. He.

Just when she managed to turn herself back toward the door, Kyle called out, "Hey Sarah! Come back!'

She ignored him.

He caught her just outside the pub and scowled at the weather, as if she'd forced him out into it against his will. "Where are you going?"

"Home. Alone. Goodbye, Kyle. Don't call me again."

Sarah turned away, but he spun her back around with a tight grip on her arm. "Let go," she snapped, jerking away.

"What? Did you see Lissa in there?" He smiled dismissively, turning the charm on full force. "She's just playing around. It's April Fools, you know."

"It is?" Guess that explains what a fool I've been.

Kyle saw an opening and went to work attempting to dig himself out of his hole. "We were kidding around. Lissa was having a bit of fun with all of the guys, not just me. I didn't do anything wrong."

"No? Then go back and play some more. Have fun. Happy April Fools to me."

His face hardened slightly. "Don't be a bitch, Sarah. I already told you it was all in fun. I only want you, love." He raised a hand to touch her cheek, but then pulled back. "Christ, it's cold and wet out here. Come inside and have a drink, will you?"

Sarah tilted her head as if considering. "I don't think so. Have a nice life, asshole."

She turned and Kyle didn't stop her. Dumb shit was probably more concerned about getting his hair wet than making her understand. Not that there was anything to understand. Sarah didn't suffer fools, which was the main reason she was still a virgin in her early twenties. Nice to have seen this side of him before she gave him something she couldn't take back. It was the nick of time, really.

But how long could the list of unworthy boyfriends possibly be?

Sarah gritted her teeth against the unanswerable question and jogged a ways down the sidewalk before darting between parked cars to cross to the other side of the street.

Just as her shoe landed in the open street, she heard a car horn and was spinning off the front left fender. She was thrown back onto the street and her head knocked into the tire of a car parallel parked on the curb.

Fucking hell! Could it get any worse? April Fools, my ass!

The driver strode toward her, a man in his early thirties with dark hair and an average face, though it was hard to tell by the street light. He knelt on the wet road at her feet. "Christ, I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Of course you're not alright. I'll call for help." He pulled a phone from his pocket, but Sarah held up a hand to stop him.

"No, really, I think I'm fine. You weren't going very fast."

"Visibility is bloody rotten. Damned rain."

In spite of just having been hit by the man's car, she smiled. "It is rotten, isn't it? The accident was my fault, I wasn't looking. And I really am okay." She pushed herself up, and stood, taking inventory from head to toe. Her head seemed to be fine and she didn't have any broken bones. "I think I twisted my ankle a bit, but it's not too bad." Would be fine with an ice pack, anyway.

The man stood next to her, much taller, probably 6'2" and slender. Jeans peeked out under his expensive looking overcoat, and he was much more handsome than she'd thought initially. Or, maybe it wasn't that he was so handsome, but that his concern was genuine.

Behind his car, other impatient drivers honked their horns, angry at his inadvertent blockade.

He glanced back at the line of headlights. "The natives are restless," he said. "If you won't let me talk you into a trip to hospital, can I offer you a ride home at least?"

"Uh..." Even with Sarah's aching ankle, years of stranger danger still caught up with her. "I'll be ok. I don't know you."

He reached out a hand. "I'm Owen and I promise I'm not a danger to you. Well, not anymore." He winced slightly. "If I don't clear the road, the lady in the Toyota is likely to put us both in hospital."

"I'm Sarah," she said, taking his hand, aware that her face was actually heating in spite of the cold spring evening. "I guess I don't need to ask which car is yours."

**

Owen followed her directions and looped around through the neighborhood to get to her flat. His heart was still racing because, fuck, he'd run down some poor woman in the street. A Yank no less. Actually, he'd just nicked her, but shit. He wasn't even supposed to have been in Crouch End, was just dropping off some paperwork to a client and had gotten turned around in the system of one-way streets.

The silence contributed to his guilt, so Owen asked, "Do you live by yourself?" Then realized it was precisely the kind of question a predator would ask. "No, I'm sure you don't. Girl like you probably lives with friends," he said, and realized he was probably just making it worse. His heart just wouldn't slow down enough for him to think clearly. It was disconcerting. Unusual.

"I'm kind of an introvert," she said, as if that answered the question.

Owen wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he said, "Lousy weather for the start of April. Do you usually run about in the rain at night?"

"Not usually," she said. Her gaze stayed out the side window, and he got the impression she was bothered by something not having to do with being hit by his car. Christ, he never though he'd be guilty of running someone down in the street. "Is there anything the matter? I mean, other than your ankle and the fact I just ran you down?"

Her eyes were bleak when they met his. "I found out my boyfriend isn't, in fact, good boyfriend material."

Good God, relationship drama. Owen forced a reassuring smile. "I have a bit of experience being a boyfriend, and I can honestly say we're not all cads. Not entirely, anyway."

Her eyes narrowed on him. "Only partially? What percentage would you give it? 20% cad, 80% nice guy? Or more like 60/40?" There was an unmistakable challenge to her voice, but Owen knew he wasn't the one she wanted to pick a fight with.

"Let's just say we're all flawed, some more than others."

She looked away. "I'm sure you're perfect."

"I don't believe there's any such thing as perfect."

Sarah made a non-committal sound of agreement, then pointed out the front windscreen with a slender finger. "There it is."

It was one in a long line of row houses, all with steps and on a hill.

She said, "You can let me out here."

Not likely. Owen wasn't going to leave her to hobble up steps by herself. He reversed into a parking space he'd just passed, his little Audi sliding in with practiced ease.

He lent her a hand to help her out, and when she limped up the pavement, Owen saw his chance to prove not all men were . "Don't be alarmed Sarah, but I'm about to pick you up." He didn't give her a chance to protest, but bent and swept a hand under her knees and another across her back.

She yelped in surprise, but actually smiled. With her face so close, and now that his panic was dying down, Owen saw her, really saw her, for the first time. Under her horrid stocking cap, she had lovely clear skin with a smattering of freckles across her nose and pale blue eyes that reflected the streetlamp overhead. Her lips were full and she smelled of some warm scent, like vanilla, but not as sweet. Though she wore a large pea coat, she was light in his arms, but then he had nearly a foot of height on her. Owen felt his wayward cock stirring and an even stronger urge to quell it, because:

Not the time or place.

He had just hit her with his car.

She was hurt, if only her ankle.

He didn't prey on vulnerable women.

Say something.

"Don't tell me this is the first time a man has carried you into your flat," he commented with feigned shock. "No wonder your opinion is so low."

She shook a bit as she fought a laugh. "I hope none of my neighbors see. How would I ever explain?"

How indeed. He set her down long enough to open the entry door, then picked her up again. "Where to, Miss Sarah?"

"Upstairs, on the right."

He took the steps two at a time, unease and arousal battling for dominance between his mind and his groin. It was ridiculous that her scent and proximity would unsettle him so, and really only served to prove her earlier assessment of men.

Owen didn't want to fit into her stereotype, even if she didn't know him, even if she never would.

Her flat was a bit stark, mostly inexpensive Ikea fare if he had to guess, but it wasn't cold thanks to the paintings that crowded the walls. Owen set her down on her couch and surveyed the room before looking back to Sarah.

She had her lips pinched together, trying to fight a smile. Trying to maintain her earlier anger, but obviously it hadn't run that deep.

"And now I shall procure ice for you, my lady," he said with a wink and a bow.

"No, really. I'm fine." She stood to prove her point, but unsteadily, so it wasn't much of a victory.

Owen arched a skeptical eyebrow. "Kitchen?"

"No. Seriously, you should go. I'm fine. Thank you for the ride back. And for, you know, not killing me with your car."

She pulled off the wretched stocking cap revealing glossy dark hair, almost black. The pea coat went next and Owen knew he couldn't leave just yet. She had a lovely figure, just the right curves under her jeans and jumper.

He shrugged out of his overcoat and hung it on the top corner of the sitting room door, then set off to find her kitchen which was easy since there were only five doors in her entire apartment: front door, sitting room, loo, kitchen, and bedroom. It was compact, and obviously she lived alone. Her boyfriend hadn't weaseled his belongings into her flat yet.

Had he made his way into her bed?

Probably. Girls didn't have the same inhibitions they used to.

Will she let me into her bed?

Not the time, he reminded himself.

In the kitchen, Owen put ice cubes and water into a plastic zipper bag, then put on the kettle. Hot tea never went amiss, especially in awkward situations like this, though he was fairly certain there was no scientific evidence to prove tea could heal a sprained ankle. If only.

Her kitchen was tidy and the small dining table was set with a rose and candles that had been snuffed out after burning halfway down. Obviously Sarah had planned something special and her boy hadn't shown. Was this meant to be an anniversary?

He found two mugs in a cupboard and had teabags ready to go when the kettle boiled.

By the time he returned to the sitting room, Sarah had kicked off her shoes and put her foot up on the coffee table.

"Ah, tea. I thought you'd gotten lost."

Funny, considering how small her flat was. "I'm nothing if not thorough," he said, handing her a mug. He sat on the table next to her foot. "May I have a look?"

Sarah shrugged. "Nothing to see, but knock yourself out."

He grinned at her nonchalance and pulled her sock off, pushed the leg of her jeans up above her calf. She had lovely slender leg and a pretty foot, even though he had never been into feet. Owen took it into his lap and placed the icepack across her bruised ankle. There wasn't much swelling, thank goodness.

"What do you do for a living, Owen?"

"If I tell you, it won't endear me to you."

"What are you, a lawyer?"

He touched his index finger to his nose.

She shrugged. "Explains the nice car. Wait, are you going to sue me for running into your car?"

Owen smiled. "I'm not that kind of solicitor. Intellectual property, mostly. Are you going to sue me for hitting you with my car?"

Sarah considered him. "Are you worried about it? Is that why you're being so nice?"

"Not worried, no. Refusing to go to the hospital isn't really the act of a victim with litigious tendencies. What do you do, Sarah?"

"I'm an artist. Sort of." She swept her hand to indicate the paintings.

She was really quite good. Abstract impressionist, he thought.

"I doesn't pay much at the moment, so I work in a gallery in Soho."

"I like them," he said honestly. "You have an interesting technique."

She blushed and blew on her tea. "You don't have to say that. Really. You don't owe me anything. You can go."

Sarah looked nervous, perhaps because he was being too familiar with her leg, or perhaps because she was affected by him the same way he was affected by her.

"What if I don't want to leave yet?" he asked.

Sarah's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Why wouldn't you want to leave? I'm fine. You've already done more than enough," she said, hefting her mug up as proof.

"Why are you angry at your boyfriend?" he asked. His abrupt change in topic threw her, and she took a moment to gather her thoughts, and probably to decide whether to reveal anything to him at all.

Finally she said, "I had something special planned for tonight, and he completely blew me off. He was down at the pub with some tart like I didn't exist."

Her pride put up a pretty good fight against her tears, but her baby blues glassed over just the same.

"What did you have planned?"

She blushed heavily then, her pale skin going a lovely shade of pink all the way down to the collar of her jumper. Probably beyond.

"It's private. It's stupid. You'll think I'm pathetic."

Owen frowned at her assessment because he rarely thought of any woman as pathetic. Sometimes they were silly and dramatic, sometimes he felt sorry for them, but he wasn't the sort to condescend when he didn't know details, and he wasn't prone to even when the details might warrant it.

"A missed anniversary?" he guessed.

Sarah gave a bitter bark of laughter. "Nothing so inconsequential." She met his eyes and said, "I was planning to sleep with him for the first time." She fought her embarrassment with a defiantly raised chin. "What is it they say about the best laid plans?"

Owen's mind deviated to where his cock was already urging him to go. "His loss," he said lightly, gliding his fingertips up the exposed skin of her calf.

Sarah frowned. "If you think I want a pity fuck from you, you're wrong."

"I don't do pity fucks," he said.

"Well, I don't need you to feel sorry for me."

"I don't feel sorry for you, Sarah. I feel attracted to you, though I know it's entirely inappropriate. Couldn't be worse timing, really."

"You're attracted to me?" She looked surprised. "Is this another April Fool's joke? Because I've had enough for one day. I'm not laughing."

"Neither am I." Owen closed his hands around her leg in a warm grip. "You don't seem to know it, but you're quite beautiful Sarah."

**

Sarah didn't know what to say. Her breath left her and she felt it was impossible that a man who looked like Owen and acted like Owen could possibly want anything to do with her, let alone what he seemed to be suggesting. "You want to sleep with me? Right now?"

He looked down and rubbed a thumb up the length of her shin bone. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched. Thank God she'd shaved her legs.

"No, I don't want to sleep. And it's unconventional, I know. Maybe fate threw us together," he offered with a shrug.

Maybe. Sarah experienced a moment of clarity, the realization that this man could end her wait, end her virginity. He was kind, polite, and goodness, his body. He was precisely who she had been waiting for, even if the circumstances were not.

Feeling bold, Sarah asked, "What do you want to do?"

Owen's eyebrows rose and a slow smile spread his sensual lips. "Anything you'll let me. What do you want me to do, Sarah?"

"Take my virginity," she said.

His hands stopped and his smile faded. "Surely you're joking. Is this your idea of April Fools?"

"No! I'm 22 and I'm tired of having it hanging over me. I've been waiting to find the perfect guy to make it special, but maybe I've been going about it all wrong. Maybe I need to just," she waved her free hand in the air, "get it over with."

Owen set her foot aside on the coffee table and stood. "I'm not willing to go to bed with a girl who just wants to get it over with. That's no better than a pity fuck."

"Which you don't do."

"No."

"But I'm attracted to you, Owen. You're... hot," she said, for lack of a better word. It didn't remotely sum him up. "I've had butterflies in my stomach since you carried me into my flat."

He gazed down at her, but didn't say anything. Also didn't move toward the door.

She continued, "I may not be experienced, but I know what I want. I'm not a kid. I'm no pushover," she said, emboldened by his stillness. "I want you, Owen."

He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed heavily. Pondered her for a long moment before saying, "I'm probably going to hell for this." But then he bent down and scooped her off the couch to carry her to her bedroom. He laid her on her bed and switched on the bedside lamp.

Now that she was here, in her bed with a man standing over her, Sarah was gripped by nerves. All of her anticipation, all of her waiting was about to come to an end, and with a man she didn't even know.

But there was something liberating about the situation. Sarah wasn't naïve, she wasn't some prim princess who'd spent her life as a shut in. Not knowing Owen was the best possible thing because she wouldn't have to feel guilty about anything that happened. She wouldn't even have to see him again. What could be better?

Owen pulled off his sweater leaving him in a navy short sleeve shirt and jeans. His muscles weren't huge, but they were well-defined, and he clearly took care of himself. He kicked off his boots and climbed up onto the bed next to her, propping himself up on his right elbow. With his left hand, he stroked stray hairs out of her face and considered her with his dark eyes. She felt exposed, even though she was fully dressed. Was he judging her? Considering backing out?




The Accident



"You can kiss me now," she teased, just to get him to stop looking.

He had a dimple on one side when he smiled, a small crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. It was true what they said about men looking better as they aged.

Owen lowered his lips to her cheek, then her chin, and finally, her lips. Sarah raised her head up off her pillow to harden the kiss, but he pulled back. "If I'm doing this, you'll let me set the pace, Sarah. Agreed?"

"That depends. Are you going to drag it out for the entire night?"

"Not the entire night." He smiled. "Are you impatient?"

"Kind of. That's sort of the point."

Owen turned serious. "You probably won't understand this for a while, not until you've had multiple partners probably, but it's often more fun to take sex slowly." He dipped his head down and slid his tongue against hers, slow but commanding as it explored her mouth. When he pulled away, he dragged her lower lip between his teeth until it pulled free. She felt chills all the way down to her toes.

"I want to see you naked, Sarah," he said, kneeling beside her. She unbuttoned her jeans for him and he dragged them down, but left her panties. She'd bought matching black lacy panties and bra for the occasion, only she'd thought it would be Kyle who took them off of her.

He lifted her top up and helped her pull it over her head, leaving her in her underwear. "Oh, Sarah," he said softly. "You're so lovely." He ran fingertips from the base of her neck down between her breasts. She'd always been shy of them, felt they were too small, but Owen didn't seem disappointed.

His mouth followed and pressed kisses along her breastbone and then onto the peak of her right breast through her bra. His hot breath and wet tongue tightened her nipple and sent zings of sensation down to her clit.

Owen pushed the lace aside and circled the dark skin with his tongue before taking the tip into his mouth. He skillfully teased it with his teeth and sucked away the sharp pain.

"Good God, that feels amazing," she said. It wasn't the first time a man had touched and tasted her breast, but it was definitely the best.

He took his time moving to the other side, all the while his hand caressing the skin of her arm, her ribcage, her stomach. She wanted to touch him back, but wasn't sure where to start. He was still dressed, after all. "Take your clothes off, too," she said.

Owen barely broke his contact with her nipple as he pulled his tee-shirt off. His body was better than she'd imagined, sleek and defined, like he exercised for endurance as well as strength. He was probably devastating in a well-made suit. She explored his shoulders with her left hand and ran her right through his hair which was still damp from standing outside with her.

He shifted his body down the bed and kissed his way over her ribcage and down to her stomach. He circled her navel with his tongue and poked it in, nipping at the flesh as he pulled away.

Sarah quivered in anticipation of where he was headed next, and still was startled when his fingers brushed against the crotch of her panties. They were probably sopping wet, and he confirmed it a moment later.

"Your body is certainly willing, isn't it Sarah? You're so wet. Spread your legs, love."

She obeyed and he shifted lower again, settling himself between them. But he didn't touch her where she craved it. He kissed her thighs, one side then the other, dragging his tongue nearer and nearer to her core until she was fighting the urge to push his head where she wanted it. But she'd agreed to let him take it at his pace, and he was right about how good slow felt. Dammit.

He pulled the underwear to the side and nuzzled into her trimmed thatch of hair, the tip of his tongue just brushing her clit. Sarah gasped at the touch, and when she could finally unclench her eyelids to look down at him, he was watching her.

"You're sure you want more? Once I get a taste of you, stopping won't be easy."

"Yes. Yes, please."

**

Owen smiled up at her unclipped the front of her bra so she could wiggle out and pulled her panties down her legs, tossing them to the side when they were free. Her sweet and musky scent drove him to distraction, but he still took the time to admire her pink folds, glistening wet with her desire. He pushed her legs wider and lapped his tongue lightly from the lowest point to the highest, circling the nub of her clit before starting over. She tasted of heaven.

Sarah was breathless, her soft sounds of pleasure making it difficult for Owen to stick to his own plan to take it slowly.

He spread her pussy lips and used his tongue to prod at her tight opening. Her moan urged him on, and he replaced his tongue with his index finger. God, she was tight.

Clenching at him like a silken vice, but so very slick. He pressed inward until the entire length was buried.

"Oh, God," she moaned, raising her hips.

Owen sucked her clit in and slowly jacked his finger in and out, until her legs were shaking and her hands were clenching at his head. Then he added his middle finger and curled them up as he stroked. Sarah cried out and came almost immediately after, her tight sheath trapping his fingers in its grip.

Owen prided himself on his control, but he couldn't take any more. His cock was desperate to be a part of the action, and he didn't want Sarah to think the fun was over with her orgasm. There was far more fun to be had by the both of them.

He kept his fingers in her as he used his other hand to undo his jeans. He shimmied them down off the end of the bed, his cock finally swinging free.

Sarah watched him rise up the bed, though her attention seemed split between his face and his fingers, still thrusting slowly in her twitching cunt.

"This is your last chance, love. If you want me to stop, say so now." He prayed she wouldn't say stop.

He would beg to continue if she did.

"Keep going," she said. Her face was flushed and her eyes shone in a way that could only be achieved through a good orgasm.

"Condom?"

"Nightstand." He pulled his fingers out and turned away to don the rubber, sliding back up her body when it was done. He pressed his lips to hers, her own juices blending on their tongues. He slid his fingers along her slit and rubbed them on the head of his eager cock. He jacked it a couple of times as he rubbed it up and down her slick folds, then pressed his head to her opening.

She pulled her knees up and opened herself wider, making his target all the more apparent, Owen pressed in, the tight ring of her virgin pussy providing more resistance than he'd anticipated. He pulled back and put more weight into it, finally slipping the head in.

"Oh!" she cried out, but it sounded like surprise more than outright pain. He smoothed her brow with kisses and let her adjust before sinking his hips lower, working his cock slowly into her untried sheath.

It was all he could do not to pound into her until he came, but her eyes were so trusting, and he really did want to make it good for her. He already knew it was going to be good for him, no matter what. Being loved properly just made Sarah more beautiful, and she wasn't frightened or uptight about what was happening. She was embracing it, relishing it, and that made her the best sort of bedmate. If this was how she was on her first experience, she would only get better with time.

With other lovers. Not him.

Focus, Owen.

**

Sarah was surprised by the sounds coming out of her own mouth, but she didn't seem to have any control over her breathing or her vocal cords. And, goodness, the stretch as Owen worked himself into her... it walked the line between pain and pleasure, but she still wanted more.

He moved slowly, easily, slipping a little in at a time until finally his pelvis met with hers. Settled in, he gazed down at her. "Alright so far?"

"Amazing so far."

"Your body is amazing, Sarah. I don't think one time is going to be enough tonight."

Good Lord. "I'm here to learn," she quipped, but she was beginning to wonder if she would be able to let him walk away when he was done with her lessons. He was her walking fantasy, only he was in her bed, his cock buried to the hilt in her body.

Owen shifted his hips and said cock began pulling out, dragging against her tight sheath with torturous slowness. Sarah tentatively clenched her inner muscles and got a breathy growl in return.

"You feel so good, Sarah. You're testing my resolve."

Sarah smiled to herself, pleased to learn she had some power in this equation. When he started moving back in, she raised her hips to meet him. She had forgotten about her sprained ankle, though, and pressing it into the bed caused her to suck in a painful breath.

Owen froze over her. "Am I hurting you?"

"My ankle. I forgot about it." She raised her legs and circled them around his back. "That's better. Carry on."

He grinned down at her. "Yes, ma'am."

And oh, how he carried on. His hips rocked forward and back as he expertly worked his cock in and out of her, and she gamely met him on every stroke.

His lips roamed over her face leaving kisses in their wake, and when he curled down to snag her nipple between his lips, Sarah felt the first signs of her next orgasm. She dug her short fingernails into his back and tightened her legs, pulling him deeper. She ignored the pain screaming from her ankle because what was happening at hip level was much more urgent.

"Owen... I'm going... to come," she panted. His strokes lengthened and got harder.

"I'm waiting on you, Sarah. Come around my cock, sweetheart." He picked up his pace, his groin slapping with wet squelchy sounds against hers. In other circumstances, it would be incredibly unsexy, but being the recipient of the pounding that created the sound was decidedly... sexy.

The closer she came to her orgasm, the more her pussy clenched on him and the more she felt every push and pull of his head through her tight sheath. She was no stranger to masturbation, but she'd had no idea how much better a real man would be.

This man, anyway.

Owen strained over her, his promise to go slow forgotten, but she didn't mind. His hair fell forward on his forehead and there was a tension around his eyes that said he was close to the edge, too. Seeing him like that, knowing she was the cause pushed her right over.

**

Sarah arched under him and Owen was vaguely aware of her crying out, but mostly he was consumed with her hot pussy clamping down on him, rhythmically pulling on him as if trying to suck his seed out of him. Her heat was incredible and her tightness incomparable. He felt his balls tightening, that tension as his cum rose up toward freedom. Relative freedom, since he was wearing a rubber, but still. Not even that could dim the sensation of Sarah in the throes of orgasm.

Owen pressed himself deep as his cock finally released his load, pulsing through his sharp thrusts until he was emptied out. "My God, Sarah," he groaned as he lowered himself over her. He felt like half his brain had been evacuated when he came, couldn't find the words he knew he should be saying.

Her legs finally relaxed and her fingers traced light circles on his back as he tried to recover his bearings.

What was his name? Where did he live? How the hell had he ended up in her bed?

Raising his head, Owen said, "Not bad for a first-timer."

"Not bad for an old man," she replied with a cheeky grin.

"I'll have you know I'm only 35. I'm in my prime."

Sarah smiled and was about to answer when the door buzzer went off. She jumped at the sudden noise, then relaxed back. "It's probably Kyle."

"The loser who forgot about you?"

The buzzer rang again with angry persistence.

"Yes. He doesn't have a key."

"Thank God for that," Owen said, but part of him really wanted to see the look on the git's face when he realized his girlfriend had invited someone else into her bed. Alas.

The buzzer went silent and he rolled off Sarah. "I'm going to clean up," he said. "Don't go anywhere."

While he was in the bathroom, he heard pounding at her front door. An angry voice said, "Open the door, Sarah. You can't just ignore me."

Owen heard the latch open and Sarah ask, "What do you want Kyle?"

Owen stepped out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born, and said, "Yes, Kyle. What do you want?" He crossed his arms over his chest and stared the young guy down. He couldn't be more than 23 and was handsome enough, but the sneer on his face made him look like a complete dick. Sarah stood holding the door, wrapped in a flowery robe.

Both Sarah and Kyle stared at him for a long moment, Kyle's jaw dropped open in shock, and Sarah's, too, as she took in his anatomy. For some reason, the confrontation was arousing him.

"That monster was inside of me?"

Owen smiled. "That's right, dove. And it will be again as soon as your uninvited guest leaves."

Kyle sputtered. "Who is this fucker? You don't even know him!"

"I... uh..." Sarah was at a loss, maybe embarrassed because her ex was right.

Owen stepped forward and draped an arm around her waist. "We've just spent an action filled hour getting to know one another, haven't we Sarah?"

Sarah's face lit with a slow smile, her eyes sparkled with mischief. She looked over to her ex. "Happy April Fool's, Kyle. The joke's on you!"



The Accident



Author's Note: This started out with a grand design. My plans went awry quickly. Hopefully, my meandering doesn't offend. Many thanks to Tim413413 for making it readable. 

*

Freedom. It was the only word that described the feeling. I stood outside the double doors of the courthouse and smiled up at the sky. It was a dreary gray, but for me, it felt like a bright blue. I breathed deeply, symbolically sucking in the court-ordered end of my private nightmare. My life was mine again. It would no longer involve lawyers, judges and hatred. 

For four years, battle after battle, my ex dragged me through a divorce war. We had originally parted ways with the idea of splitting everything down the middle, because her salary was comparable to mine. It was her lawyer who found the arrangement unacceptable. My lawyer convinced me to go thermonuclear over it. In the end, I ended up with a quarter, she with another quarter. It was the lawyers who ended up with half. Financially, it would have been better to give in at the beginning.

There was a time when "hate" was not a word I used. Now, I hated Linda Barrow. I would have shouted it from the roof tops if it would have ended the legal roller coaster. In my mind, I renamed her Bitch Barrow. I could only imagine what she called me. The four years took a large toll from my soul. 

I was thankful there were no children. We had come close once; a miscarriage I thought a curse at the time -- now, a blessing. To drag a child through it all would have created monstrous therapist bills, and pain that would never go away. Nine years of marriage, four of it fighting a divorce, gone to waste. It was difficult to remember how we once felt, when we thought we would conquer the world together. 'I' had been replaced with 'we' and now back to 'I.'

Women were off my list, at least for the foreseeable future. I dated once during the separation, and it turned out badly. I had thought she knew I was in the middle of divorce. She had thought me unmarried in more than mind. 'Hate' was the word she used. It struck deep and scared me off the dating scene. It was an easy thing to forgo. I sucked at dating. 

As I neared my car, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Carl, a good friend; one of my true compatriots who suffered with me these last four years. He hated Bitch Barrow almost as much as I. Intellectually, I knew it was more of dislike on his part, but he spoke hate for my benefit and I loved him for it. 

"Are you Barrowless?" Carl asked when I said hello.

"Completely and legally," I answered with a swagger in my voice. I had not felt this happy in years. It was almost worth the four years of hell. 

"Strip club, meat market, sports bar -- you pick, and I'll drink the memories away with you," Carl offered. He sounded as happy as I. There was nothing I wanted more that moment. 

"Sports. I need a friend and alcohol. It will be a few months before I can look at a woman without frowning." Of course, I was exaggerating, but I truly needed a testosterone night. There was a hockey game tonight. A few craft beers, and some zealous cross checking fit my mood. I wanted to forget the last four years. Forget Bitch Barrow. 

"Sounds good, we'll catch the Blues game," Carl agreed, "I'll leave work early and meet you at McGinty's at five. We'll eat crap, try a new brew and screw the past." I loved how he put things when he was in the mood to let go. I had a few fair-weather friends, but Carl was my anchor when the shit hit the fan. There was no problem that a night out with him wouldn't ease. 

"Five it is." The line went dead as I knew it would. Goodbyes were just not his thing. I drove home and grabbed some jeans and a gray pullover sweater to replace my suit. 

++++++++++

"My man, Damon!" Carl yelled from across the bar. He was in jeans with a Blues hockey jersey. The numbers were fading, it being a long-time, often-worn favorite of his. I could tell he left work really early because he had a half empty glass in front of him, and another completely empty one next to it. I smiled at his demeanor and waved my fist in the air. Carl was exactly what I needed tonight. 

I reached the table just as a waitress, somewhat cute and way too young, brought two tall glasses of a dark beer. I guess the empty glass was, at one time, originally for me. Carl shook off my wallet. "The night is on me," he said, ripping a twenty out of a thick money clip. 

"Come on, Carl," I said, trying to feign insult, "I have no intention of drinking all night on your dollar." 

"Round for round then," Carl answered, "I'll get the first." He handed the waitress the money before I could disagree. It was going to be good night. 

Carl was not the person you would want to see at a funeral or any other solemn affair. He was too loud, and insisted everyone knew he was there. When I wanted to party, he was my go-to guy. He was too big for anyone to voice disapproval of and too nice to dislike. Above all, he was boisterous. Hockey was a good sport for him; all the fans were loud. After a few beers, I was loud with him. The tables next to us became loud as well. They all became Carl tables. 

I met Edith and Ralph Wilkerson, Frank and Bob and two rather butch looking older women named Mary and Thelma. We became a small party zone and our cheerleader, Carl, kept us going as if we were on the ice itself. Bad calls were his favorite, unless it was against the opposing team. I found myself, as I fully expected, joining in his complaints and high fiving around the party zone when we scored. 

Carl only spilled one beer that night; a miracle if there ever was one. The man could not speak without waving his arms around. Tall beer glasses were just asking to get dumped. I was wearing some of the beer on my leg. It was pretty wet, but not so much I wanted to leave. We stayed well after the game ended.

"How does it feel to be single again?" Carl asked as ESPN took over the screens, showing some soccer game from the other side of the planet. 

"Like a huge weight has been lifted," I said taking a long draw of some wheat beer. I lost count of how many we had had. I had no idea what the name of the brew in my glass was anymore. It was sweet after all the dark beer we had chewed our way through. It didn't matter, I would finish it anyway. 

"That's why I never married," Carl said, tapping his glass against mine. I wasn't going to point out the obvious to him. He has been living with a woman, Debra, for over six years. They were married in all but the legal sense. She let him have a night out every week, knowing he wouldn't stray much past stuffing a few dollars in a stripper's g-string. I took another sip of my beer, wondering how you find such a tolerant woman. Linda was never tolerant, that was for sure. I shook my head to remove Linda from my brain. I was supposed to be forgetting her. 

"You sure you don't want to run to the east side and throw some dollars away?" Carl asked. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted an excuse to go stuff some g-strings. 

"Next time," I answered. Linda had sucked that desire out of me. I felt guilty not repaying his favor of celebrating my divorce. I just wouldn't appreciate it tonight. "I just want to sit here and forget the last four years." I waved the waitress over. The beer in my glass only had a few minutes left. 

"What's the next one on the list?" I asked the waitress.

"You guys went through all ten," she answered, "unless you want to start on the lites." I looked at Carl and his eyebrows raised.

"We don't drink piss," we said in unison. We laughed. An old joke between us that was lost on our waitress and anyone else in the world who wasn't us. I knew we had had too much to drink. So we did the only thing we could do. 

"We'll just start at the top again, " I said, and Carl smiled and tipped his empty glass to me. The waitress rolled her eyes and headed off to get us another pair of Brown Dead Eyes. I was feeling no pain. 

"I don't want to hate her anymore," I slurred slightly to Carl when we were halfway through the list the second time. My mind was functioning slowly, but my emotions seemed real enough. 

"It's over," Carl agreed, "let her go. You shouldn't hate anyone." I think that was Carl's whole philosophy on life -- don't hate anyone. 

"But I still don't like her."

"Nah, she dragged you through the mud," Carl agreed, "just don't hate her. It's not her fault she's a bitch." I lost it there. A fit of laughing took over and Carl joined in. I tried to stop when it struck me that Linda probably had a friend telling her it wasn't her fault because I was an asshole. That brought on a private bout of laughing. I had definitely had too much to drink. It was Carl who made my stupor happy instead of sullen. 

It was sad, really. Linda and I had loved each other once. There was no reason, but human idiocy, to move to hate. Some strange desire to find fault not our own, and, in time, making it our own. No -- I would not hate Linda, the Bitch Barrow. I would move to indifference. It was over and hate would only hurt me more than her now. 

"Carl," I said with drunken truth, "I love you buddy." We clinked glasses and for some reason they didn't break. We definitely hit them hard enough. I drained my glass and ordered water. It was time for a little detox. 

++++++++++

I thought carefully about getting into my car. I had stopped drinking almost an hour ago and was fully hydrated. I walked a straight line, when no one was looking, and didn't stumble. I probably shouldn't have gotten behind the wheel, but I didn't feel impaired. I had no trouble selecting the unlock button by feel on the key fob. Having to struggle to unlock the car was usually the sign that indicated my mind was off. 

I started the car, pulled out my phone and synced with the onboard. I rolled through a bunch of songs until I found Jewel. Sometimes you just need a sweet voice to soothe you. Her voice always left me craving more, like a book you wished wouldn't end. She filled my car with sweetness as a I backed out of the parking slot and entered traffic. 

Carl had fixed me again. My heart was lighter, and, with the end of the divorce, I felt excited about the future. I turned down Travis street, going west, and passed my next turn. I had a desire to just drive and let the music fill me. I wrapped myself in the private little world of my car, my mouth moving in sync with the words of 'You Were Meant for Me.' So much for testosterone. I smiled at the irony. 

I missed the green at Garnet road, a rather long light. I stopped and closed my eyes for a moment to fully enjoy the song. Jewel ended and the randomizer screwed up and started 'Magic Carpet Ride.' Not what I desired at the moment. I needed a mood phone, one that could sense that Steppenwolf was not what I needed. I looked down at my phone to readjust the selection list. 

I was thrown forward, hard. The sound of crushing metal vibrated through me as my seat belt cut hard into my chest. My forehead clipped the steering wheel before I realized what happened. My car was now half into the intersection and a dark SUV, its left headlight and grill caved in, was sitting on my rear end. My head hurt and Steppenwolf was still blaring. Shit.

I turned off the engine and engaged the hazard lights. I stumbled out of the car; my head was swimming through molasses. 

"The light was green!" That from the voice a of woman. I blinked long to get my bearing. 'She hit me,' I thought. "Your tail lights were out," she added. There was nothing wrong with my tail lights. I walked to the back of the car and both were a shattered mess, the SUV had come up over the top of my bumper and caved in the trunk. The vehicles were conjoined, and the left wheel of the SUV was an inch or so off the pavement. 

"There was nothing wrong with my lights," I said, trying to remain calm. The taillights were both out now. Smashed beyond recognition. Only the left rear blinker seemed to be working. 

"They were out, and the light was green," the lady insisted. I looked up into her scrunched up eyebrows. Her nostrils were flared and her lips were curved down. I had seen the expression before. She must have taken Bitch Barrow lessons. She moved her hands to her hips, daring me to disagree again. 

"Look, it was an accident," I stated, "you don't need to dump it all on me. That's what insurance is for." It was a neutral statement. Four years of Bitch City and a guy becomes wary of entering unnecessary wars. Her nose moved strangely, and I saw a sly smile form.

"You smell like a brewery," she said as if it was some kind of victory. It was the damn drink Carl spilled. I took a step back. I couldn't imagine it was that potent. It happened over an hour ago. 

"Some beer spilled on my pants," I defended myself, pointing down my leg. 

"We'll just call the cops and see how this plays out." She pulled her phone from her front pocket and began dialing. She stalled on the last number and looked up to me. "The light was green and your tail lights were out." I sighed. 

"Fine," I said, not confident I could pass a breathalyzer test. That's what insurance was for anyway. She canceled the call.

"Boxers or briefs?" she asked me. I looked at her and tried to decipher what type of insanity had claimed her. Maybe I just attracted women who liked to torture men. 

"What?" 

"Do you wear boxers or briefs?" she repeated, enunciating every word as if I didn't speak English. Her short blond hair jerked back and forth with every word, as if she needed more emphasis.

"Are you nuts?" I asked. Her car was mounting mine. The damage would be in the thousands. She had successfully blackmailed me into taking the blame, and now she wanted to survey my underwear. I was the one who had been drinking, so why did she sound stoned?

"Suit yourself," she said as she rolled her eyes at me. God, I hated when Linda rolled her eyes at me. It felt worse from this woman, and I didn't even know her. She began to move back to her SUV. 

"Why the hell do you care about my choice of underwear?" I called out, my hand waving in disgust. She turned to me with her hand on the driver side door.

"The cops are coming whether I call them or not," she stated with boredom, using an insulting you-are-an-idiot tone. "If they're boxers, you can toss your jeans in my car. We keep this as a simple accident that way." She opened the door, reached in and pulled out a small black purse. I heard sirens in the background. She had done this before. 

"Are you setting me up?" I asked. Maybe some kind of insurance scam. More rolled eyes as she pulled her license from her purse. 

"Look," she stalled, letting her arms drop to her sides, "if this is my fault, I'll lose my license for six months or worse, and my insurance will likely drop me. If it's yours, I live to drive another day." She shrugged her shoulders. Accidents were not new to her. The sirens were getting closer. "They are going to smell what I smelled," she added, shaking her head like she was trying to get a two-year-old to figure it out for himself.

I emptied my pockets onto the hood of my car and removed my jeans. Embarrassingly, I was wearing Ghostbusters boxers. They had been a gag gift, from Linda, some time ago. I had no idea why I still had them, but I had a strange affinity to the movie. I hadn't planned on stripping in the street. 

"Nice." The woman smiled. I would have preferred the eye roll. I handed her my jeans which she promptly threw over the seat into the back of her SUV. "You were on your way out for late-night tacos," she said as if an alibi was second nature to her. You threw on a sweater and headed for the drive thru." I nodded. 

"Damon. Damon Richardson," I introduced myself, "Ghostbusters fan." I got a chuckle out of her at least. It was better than the eye roll. 

"Rebecca Morrison," she responded, "and the movie wasn't that good." She obviously had bad taste in movies. I could see flashing lights so I grabbed my wallet and keys off the hood and threw my phone in the front seat. 

"Do you always blackmail your victims, Rebecca?" I asked, trying to maintain some humor in my voice. It was easy; I was in the middle of dark street wearing Ghostbusters underwear. Thank God they didn't glow in the dark. 

"Sorry," Rebecca responded, "I'm desperate. You don't look like you have a string of priors to worry about." Priors? I was hoping she was talking about accidents. She was awfully cool about handling the situation. She retrieved a mint from her purse and handed it to me. I popped it in my mouth -- she seemed prepared for every contingency. I was wondering why I didn't hate her. I should, she was screwing up my night fairly well. 

The police car pulled up behind us, lights spinning, illuminating my underwear. Our cars were blocking the lane and protruding into the intersection. Someone had called since we were an obvious hazard. 

"Anyone hurt?" the officer asked loudly from behind his door, one foot still in the car. We both shook our heads and said no. "I'll be with you in a moment," he stated and ducked into his car, and shut the door. 

"You'll need your registration," Rebecca said as she leaned into the cab of her SUV. Her jeans were awfully tight, and she wore them well. I admired the view for a moment before the idiocy of it struck me. I was admiring the rear of a woman who was dumping her crap on me. I shook off the image and moved to retrieve my vehicle registration. 

The officer was making us wait. I assumed he was clearing Rebecca's license plate since mine was buried under the SUV. I leaned against the trunk of my poor car and waited. 

"So, you drink a lot on weekdays?" Rebecca asked as she moved closer to me. I assumed she felt as exposed as I did in the rolling police lights. I wasn't sure if I wished to share my life with her. I didn't peg her as a nice person, but I was a little exhausted with disliking people. 

"It was a celebration of sorts," I answered, "I usually don't drink much at all." I gave her too much information. 

"Birthday?" Rebecca continued with a soft smile. It was the smile that pissed me off. It was fairly attractive and disarming. The defenses I had been practicing for four years kicked in. Nice was just her cover.

"Look," I replied with more strictness than needed, "we're not going to be friends. You're fucking me over pretty well -- just be happy I'm not fighting it." Her face looked like I had just slapped it. Her eyes shifted quickly away from mine. She hesitantly took a step back, then turned and walked quickly back to her vehicle. She leaned against it, facing away from me. 

I convinced myself Rebecca did it to herself. Then I convinced myself I was an asshole. Then I remembered she rear-ended me and blackmailed me into taking the blame. Then again, I probably should have called a cab from the bar. She did hide my jeans for me, but she lied about the tail lights -- I had no idea if the light was green; I was looking at my phone. I settled on the smile. No woman would smile like that unless she was trying to pull one over on me. I assigned her ninety percent culpability, and I accepted ten percent as an asshole. At least she would know I wasn't a complete sucker. 

The officer climbed out of his squad car and donned a Stetson. He titled it forward then adjusted it slightly left and right. I sensed he was rather full of himself. He came forward toward Rebecca so I began to approach. 

"Stay with your vehicle, Sir," the officer commanded with his hand raised, "I will speak with her first." I didn't like the idea of Rebecca talking without me. The story would get garbled between us. That, and I had kind of told her to fuck off. I wondered if a sobriety test was in my future. 

The officer and Rebecca had what I considered a rather long conversation. I couldn't hear any of it, but I did see her gesturing to me and my car then pointing down the street. She nodded a few times and shook her head in response to some questions. I saw what looked like pleading, then resignation set it. She turned away from the officer and put her hands behind her back. She looked over to me and mouthed 'I'm sorry' as cuffs found her wrists. I had never seen someone I knew get arrested before. 




The Accident



I started moving forward, but was held back by the officer again. "Stay with your vehicle, Sir. I will be with you in a moment." He led Rebecca back to his car and placed her safely into the back seat. I figured I was next. She must have mentioned the beer. Why else would she be sorry? But, why would he arrest her? I stood in the road, like an idiot, in my Ghostbusters boxers.

"Mr. Richardson?" the officer queried as he approached me, reading my name off his notebook. 

"Yes." 

"I am going to need to see your license, registration and proof of insurance," the officer stated. He pulled a metal clipboard in front of him, accepted my documents and placed them under the clip. "I should be able to give you a report in fifteen minutes and get you on your way. There are tow trucks on the way." He walked to the front of my vehicle to get my license plate number. 

"Why did you arrest Ms. Morrison?" 

"She's operating on a restricted license," the officer said, never looking up from his clipboard, "to and from work only." He moved forward with a flashlight to read my VIN number through the windshield. "She will be charged with reckless driving for this accident. That and violating her court restrictions puts her in the felony category." He looked up at me, "Sit tight for a few moments while I run your information, and I'll get you a copy of my accident report for your insurance company."

"You don't want my side of the accident?" 

"It won't be necessary," the officer responded, "Ms. Morrison has taken full responsibility for it. Texting while driving causes more of these than you know." He shrugged his shoulders and headed back to his vehicle. He stopped halfway and turned, "I would like to know what you're doing in your underwear."

"Ah..I had a taste for tacos." I fumbled. "I was just going to go through the drive-thru. Didn't figure I would get in an accident." 

"No one ever does." He nodded with a half grin and continued on his way. I looked at the police car, but was unable to see Rebecca inside. I realized I had hurt her when I snapped at her questions. I was feeling guilty she was taking responsibility. Damn it, she was responsible. The smile was real though -- I knew that now. She could have played the DUI card on me. She had the gall to apologize. Ten percent her fault, ninety percent pure asshole for me. I should have just driven straight home. 

The tow trucks arrived, two large flat beds with winches to pull the vehicles aboard. I watched as the two drivers separated the vehicles by bouncing themselves on my rear bumper. Somehow I had figured it would have been a more technical solution. I retrieved my phone from the car before Ralph, the driver to the truck that would take my car, pulled it onto the flatbed. When both vehicles were loaded, they did a quick sweep up of the street to collect the shattered remnants. 

The officer returned just as the tow truck drivers were finishing. "Here is a copy of the initial report. Ms. Morrison's contact information, insurance and contact information for the owner of the SUV. I have stapled my card on the top if there are any issues."

"She doesn't own the vehicle?" 

"No," the officer answered, "I don't have the insurance details on the vehicle yet." He handed me my license, registration and insurance card. 

"What's going to happen to her?" I asked, gesturing to his vehicle with my head. 

"Ms. Morrison will be taken to County," the officer responded, "she'll spend the night and probably post bail in the morning." I felt horrible. I knew I shouldn't, but I did. I misinterpreted the smile. I had to try to forget. It wasn't my fault she rear-ended me. Why did I feel so guilty about her going to jail? It was the Barrow effect. I had assumed she was a bitch like my ex. Now all I saw was desperation followed by surrender. I made her surrender. I would have felt better about myself if she would have remained a bitch. Then, at least, I wouldn't blame myself for the accident I didn't cause. 

Ralph drove me and my car back to his garage business. It was a small shop with a large fenced-in yard containing a dozen wrecked vehicles, all in a line. Mine extended the line. I called my insurance company while he unloaded and I arranged for a rental for the next day. Carl, red eyed and sleepy, picked me up and drove me home. He found my state of dress very humorous, and worth the trip out in the dead of night. I was sure the story would be repeated loudly for many years to come.

++++++++++

It was nearly lunchtime. I had been in meetings all morning and could barely keep my focus, not that many meetings needed focus. Lately, most of our gatherings at work were to allow people to tout their current achievements and feign the need for input. This morning, I actually attended a meeting to schedule more meetings. Thus was my life at Bradford Insurance and Casualty. 

I was paid well to design and optimize databases. Mostly query optimization. A topic that always thrilled at parties. The work had become easy over the years, almost non-thinking. I was good at it and found it like riding a bike. It was everyone else's ignorance of the subject that allowed me a nice bi-weekly income. 

There were only two things in my life that disturbed my comfortable tedium. One was driven by the Bitch, no cross that off, Linda Barrow. That was over now. The other was the accident of the previous night. It had my mind drifting during the meetings. I still was not sure how to measure my assholeness. I was unable to force myself to accept none of it was really my fault. Rebecca brought it on herself. Every time I thought about it being her fault, I'd see her smile. I thought it a con used by a smart woman, but it had warmth, not malice, in it. Her lips mouthing 'sorry' at me. I had hurt her more than she had hurt my car. 

I returned to my cubicle and caved into my own self-wrought guiltiness. I found the number for the County lock up online and, after three aborted attempts, punched in the number. I wasn't sure what I expected, but I needed to know Rebecca was okay. Most likely, I would never see her again anyway. 

"County Corrections, how may I help you?" The voice was more pleasant than I expected. For some reason I expected a depressed sounding voice. Something akin to sticky misery. 

"Hi," I said as I tried to collect my thoughts. I had never called a prison before. "I am calling about Rebecca Morrison." I heard some keyboard work.

"How may I help you, Sir?" the kind voice asked again. I wasn't sure. Why did I call?

"I wanted to make sure Ms. Morrison had made bail," I replied. I guess that is what concerned me. I wanted to make sure everything was not as grim as it appeared last night. 

"No, Sir," the voice responded, "Ms. Morrison is still here with us." Crap! Why did I call? It made me feel worse, not better as I had intended. I sighed and decided to sink deeper into the quagmire.

"May I speak with her?" 

"I can take a message to her, Sir." The voice was practiced at these requests. "She will have to return your call." I wasn't sure she would return my call. 

"No, thank you," I replied and hung up. I took a deep breath and stared out my window. A phenomenal view of the parking lot greeted my eyes, though I didn't really see any of it. It took me seven years to wrangle a cubical next to a window, and now I just took it for granted. 

'It wasn't my fault' I told myself as I stood. "This is really stupid," I said under my breath, to myself as I entered my car. "I'm a fucking idiot," I reminded myself, out loud, as I pulled into the County lock up. 

"I would like to post bail for Rebecca Morrison," I told the clerk at the gated window. The waiting room, if that is what it was, was filled with plastic chairs they must have sourced from the DMV. They were lined up in two rows, as if there would be a lot of people waiting. I was the sole person. The clerk pointed to a door off to the side and pushed a button under his counter. A buzzer sounded, the lock clicked and I opened the door without instruction. Cattle are trained in such ways. 

Like a bank, a row of teller positions, each with a 'next window' sign, were lined up along a counter. Only one position was open, but no clerk was waiting. I walked up and waited. So much for the cordial phone conversation I had earlier. My opinion of the lock up lowered greatly. It was a few minutes before a small woman with gray hair sauntered up. 

"May I help?" the woman asked. My grandmother used to do up her hair like hers. All curly and shaped perfectly round. I suspected she spent a large portion of her government paycheck on maintaining it. 

"I would like to post bail for Rebecca Morrison," I repeated for her benefit. The woman reached below the counter, without looking, and retrieved a form. She typed in a few things on a keyboard and nodded. Then I heard a laser printer behind her kick up. She handed me a pen and pushed the form to me. 

"Fill in everything above this line." She pointed at a thick black line about three quarters down the page. She retrieved the paper from the printer and returned to me. "It is three thousand -- cash, money order or credit card." My heart took a little jump. I had been thinking a few hundred. I tried not to look shocked as the woman stared at me. I should have asked while I was on the phone. 

"Of course," I responded as I retrieved my wallet from my back pocket. I handed her my credit card while trying to hold my hand steady. This was a truly stupid idea.

"There is a five percent non-refundable service charge on credit cards," she informed me. I noticed she took the card before she told me. I did quick math in my head, fifteen... no, one hundred fifty dollars, and I didn't even know if Rebecca would skip on the three thousand to boot. I was a complete fool. 

I filled out the form as the woman ran my card. My hand was shaking, and my left eye had a twitch that didn't seem to want to stop. Name, address, phone number and relation to the imprisoned. I was not sure what to put on the relation line. 'Friend' seemed inappropriate since I had clearly told her I wasn't. Certainly not 'family.' 'Acquaintance' seemed the most likely. Then I smiled and wrote 'victim.' Screw it. 

I had to sign at the bottom to attest that I understood the bond would be forfeited if Rebecca failed to show at any of her appointed court appearances. I was committed, so I signed. The lady returned, had me sign a charge receipt, stapled it and the paper from the printer to my form. She took an official stamp, inked the bottom of the form and signed it. She lifted the form and looked at the sheet from the printer.

"Please take a chair in the waiting room." She pointed to the door I had entered. "Ms. Morrison will be with you shortly." She turned and walked to a small room where another clerk was busy with a pile of papers. That was the quickest three thousand I had ever spent. I returned to the waiting room and sat on one of the plastic chairs. 

It was twenty minutes before a buzzer sounded, and a door farther down the room opened. Rebecca exited slowly, her eyes red, her blonde hair disheveled. She had not slept well. I stood and began to worry about what I would say. I had no good answers for why I would stupidly help her. 

"You paid my bail?" She had stopped walking and stood about ten feet away from me. I could see concern in her eyes. Maybe she thought I expected something.

"It felt wrong," I answered poorly, "I don't know why, but I didn't want you to spend the day in there." Her head tilted slightly as she considered what I said. "You will go to court, right?" I added, my three thousand dollars still weighed heavily on my mind. I think it was the wrong thing to ask. I saw her eyes water and I began to rethink what I couldn't unsay. 

Rebecca moved toward me, her bottom lip trembling. She entered my personal space with no reservations and hugged me. "Thank you for not hating me," she said, then the floodgates opened. I could do nothing but hold her. I hadn't been anyone's shoulder in a very long time. I was out of practice. Nothing I could think of to say seemed appropriate. She was a blank slate to me, and prison didn't seem to be the only thing she cried about. Something deeper was wrong. I should not have come -- she needed her own Carl.

"Can I give you a lift home?" I asked softly. The closeness was uncomfortable, and I needed to get back to work. Rebecca wiped her eyes and broke her embrace. The absence of her arms around me was strangely disconcerting. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken quite so soon. 

"I am sorry for last night," Rebecca admitted. Her remorse showed in her hazel eyes. "I was desperate and thought....I don't know what I was thinking. I am not normally a bitch." She gave me half a smile. It was a weak, non-confident smile that wrapped her apology. 

"I wasn't at my best either," I said, "my last words to you were... misguided." I was doing it, apologizing to the woman who rear-ended me. I had no spine. Maybe Linda had ripped it out of me when I wasn't looking. "I have to get back to work. Can I drop you somewhere?" I asked again. 

"I'm not sure," Rebecca said, "maybe my sister's." The 'maybe' was disturbing. She must have seen the confusion in my face. "I was staying with a friend." Her expression looked shy, and her cheeks reddened. "That was her SUV last night. She isn't answering my calls." Homeless? I was in deeper shit than I had envisioned. 

"Your sister's then," I said with a false smile, gesturing toward the door. The quicker I could drop her off, the better I would feel. I already did the white-knight thing and had repaired my soul. It was time to exercise my spine. Rebecca smiled and led the way to the door, which I opened for her. I tried not to notice how well she filled in her jeans. I needed more backbone. 

Rebecca pulled out her phone and fiddled with it as we walked. "Phone's dead," she informed me, "couldn't charge it last night." I smiled, anxious to get her on her way, and pulled out mine and entered my code. "Thank you," she said as I handed it to her. She laughed as she tried typing in the number a few times. "I don't know the last time I had to remember her number." 

"Hard to live without your contact list," I agreed. I reached the car and unlocked the doors, opening the passenger side for Rebecca. She stalled before she entered, raising one hand up to me and the other holding the phone to her ear. I waited as she listened intently. 

"Cathy, it's Becca. I need to stay with you for a few days. Call me as soon as you get this," Rebecca stated and hung up. "She's not answering right now," she said, looking a little distraught. The feeling was mutual. Rebecca tried to hand me my phone, and clipped the side of the car door with it. Her eyes went wide when it fell from her hand. It spun away from us and landed glass-down on the pavement. The sound of it hitting was not pleasant. 

"Oh, no!" Rebecca cried as she squatted to pick it up. I closed my eyes, knowing what the ugly sound meant. "Oh, no," Rebecca said again as she turned the phone over in her hand. "I am so sorry." Her voice sounded choked. I opened my eyes. The glass on my new phone had a thick crack running from one corner, diagonally across the face, to the other. The upper corner had a small web of cracks to mark the original landing point. "I didn't mean..." she started.

"I know!" I said way too loudly. Rebecca jerked at my tone. "I know," I said more calmly. She presented the phone to me, her hand shaking. I took a deep breath and took it from her. I pushed the button and a psychedelic array of colors appeared; the screen was unreadable. 

"I should just wait here," Rebecca said, and began to back away. "I'll call my sister from inside," she said, pointing at the door we had exited from. I could see tears forming in her eyes. I felt like shit, and my phone was broken. I knew then that she was a curse. It was my own fault for thinking I owed her something this morning. 

"No," I said quietly. I put the paperweight of a phone in my pocket. "I'm not leaving you here." It was only a phone, and not the first one I have broken. I stepped to the side and gestured for Rebecca to get in. She didn't move. She looked at me with tears running down her cheeks. "I know you didn't mean it. It's only a phone," I said calmly. 

"It happens a lot," Rebecca cried. She turned and moved back toward the building, her face in her hands. Shit. I ran to catch up with her. 

"Rebecca, come on, don't stay here." The thought of leaving her here at the prison defeated the whole purpose of bailing her out. She turned to me, her cheeks flooded with smeared tears.

"I broke your car and your phone, and I don't even know if I can get your jeans back." Those were my best jeans. I shook the thought out of my mind. 

"The jeans were old," I lied, "the car and phone are insured. They were just accidents." 

"I am a walking accident," Rebecca cried, for the second time in less than ten minutes, I let her cry on my shoulder. I held her as best I could, in the middle of the parking lot. This time, I held her better. 

"Look," I suggested stupidly, "I have to get back to work. I'll drop you at my place. I still have a land-line. You can call your sister and straighten everything out." I don't know why I trusted Rebecca. She just didn't seem like she was truly dishonest. Not the way she caved when she thought I was angry with her last night. She sniffled and broke her embrace; mine was a slower release. 

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Rebecca replied. She wiped her eyes and looked at me. "It would be better for you if you left me here." 

"Nope," I said truthfully, "I think I would be happier if I knew you were okay and not stuck in a prison waiting room." I was already in too deep to stop now. "I have to protect my investment." I smiled to soften the message. I got a small smile back. It was better than the crying. At least I was a thoughtful idiot. 

"Okay, but just until I get hold of my sister," Rebecca agreed. I smiled again and led her back to my car. I got her seated and closed the passenger door. I walked around the car calling myself a moron under my breath. I knew this wasn't the wisest course of action, but I kind of forced myself into it by showing up in the first place. 

"Why did you bail me out?" Rebecca asked carefully as I pulled out of the parking lot. That question had no good answer. Maybe she was as confused as I.

"Why did you tell the cop the truth last night?" I responded with my own question. 

"I didn't like myself after you yelled at me," Rebecca answered, "being arrested was better than having you hate me." Her honesty was surprising. I had thought she would dodge the question as I had.

"Why did they arrest you? The cop said you were on a restricted license, but usually they just give you a ticket or something." Rebecca looked down at her feet, and I instantly regretted asking. I was about to change the subject when she spoke.

"Things happen to me," Rebecca responded cryptically, "I know they're my fault, like your phone. Its just not on purpose. It seems to happen a lot." She brushed imaginary dust off her jeans and absently picked at one of the leg seams."I really shouldn't drive." She looked up at me and there was sadness in her eyes. "I am so sorry about last night. Not just the accident, but trying to dump the blame on you." She sounded completely sincere. 

"So, there are a lot of accidents," I said stupidly. My attention returned to the road. For some reason I became more aware of my own driving. 

"Is it okay if I don't tell you how many?" Rebecca asked softly. I could feel the embarrassment in her voice. It didn't really matter how many, I was only involved with one. I shifted the subject.




The Accident



"I was celebrating the end of my own mistake last night," I said, finally answering the question Rebecca had tried to ask last night. I looked over quickly and saw she was relieved I didn't press her about her history. "A very long divorce, kind of bitter in the end." She was silent as I spoke, but her eyes were watching me. "I wasn't ready for someone, especially a woman, to...handle me the way you did last night. Sorry if I was a little heavy in the asshole department."

"I was a bitch." Rebecca's eyes went back to her jeans. "I'm not a very good one. I fell apart when you told me I was."

"I never called you that!" 

"You were thinking it and you were right." I looked over at her as she fiddled with jeans again. 

"I bailed you out because I felt terrible for thinking you were a bitch," I admitted. Her eyes came up to mine. "I'm not very good at being an asshole," I said as we shared a small smile. I moved my eyes back to the road. We were silent for a few minutes. 

"My house burnt down," Rebecca said with no context. "I have been living with friends, the last of which will probably never speak to me again." I looked over to her, she was looking right at me. "I am not a good person to know." I wanted desperately to ask her about her house burning down. She was warning me, but it felt insulting to ask. "I probably lost my job for not showing up to work today. The best thing that has happened to me in years is the guy I rear-ended bailed me out of jail." 

I was a little stunned at Rebecca's revelations. I wasn't sure how you respond to something like that. I thought Linda had driven my life into the dumpster, but I had been living the high-life compared to Rebecca. At least I had Carl. Stupidly, I held my hand out to Rebecca. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in mine. 

"I could use a friend as well," I said quietly. I felt her relax in her seat; her shoulders losing their stiffness. I wasn't as loud or friendly as Carl, but I could at least be present. Her hand felt good in mine. I was reluctant to remove it when I had to make a turn. I pulled into my driveway and prayed silently that my house wouldn't burn down.

"You have a nice home," Rebecca said as if it wasn't a good thing. She looked frightened. She was beginning to scare me. I shook it off. I wasn't going to fall into believing in luck, good or bad. She was basically a good person who had a string of bad things happen. It couldn't go on forever. 

My house was small, a bachelor pad in style. It was thirty years old and partially remodeled. It had an open kitchen, bordered by a counter with stools where I usually ate. Beyond the counter was a great room with a flat panel, a fireplace and a set of eclectic, comfortable furniture. There were two bedrooms, one basically an office now, and a single bathroom with a shower. Off the garage was a small mud room that housed the smallest over and under washer-dryer appliance I could find. Anything larger and I wouldn't have been able to open the door to the garage. 

"That is beautiful," Rebecca commented as she moved away from my pride and joy. Against the wall, opposite the flat screen, I had a large 210 gallon saltwater aquarium. It had taken me years to figure out how to deal with the salination and waste issues. Now, it was as perfect as it could get. I had given it a light blue rock bottom with natural and fake coral seemingly growing in odd directions. The fake coral created niches the smaller fish loved to hide in. It was bathed in soft light that gave the whole room a warm, blueish glow. Swimming slowly on the bottom, my lionfish sauntered along, its colorful dorsal waving slowly. The tank, and its care, is what kept me sane during the divorce. It was like a soothing movie that never stopped. 

"My claim to fame," I said with a proud smile, "that's Mufasa swimming along the bottom." Rebecca gave me a strange look. "So I like cartoons, sue me." Rebecca smiled. A very pleasing smile. I grabbed a pen and paper on the kitchen counter. I wrote down my office number, and thinking wisely, wrote down my home phone for her. "Here's my office number and this is the number here." I said as I pushed the paper toward her. "I am already late so feel free to look around. There should be something in the fridge and clean towels in the closet next to the bathroom. Help yourself, but please call or leave a note when you leave so I know you're okay."

Rebecca smiled at me and sat on a stool and looked at my note. "Thank you so much, Damon. I'm glad it was you I ran into last night." It was meant well, but sounded terrible. She lost her smile and looked at me with concern. "You know what I meant. If I had to run into...." 

"I know," I laughed, "the feeling is mutual." There was that wonderful smile again. "I'm late," I reminded her as I hurried out. 

"Thank you," Rebecca shouted again as I left. I was late to work, driving a rental, my phone was shot and my best pair of jeans were lost. I had known her for less than a day. Why didn't I hate her? 

++++++++++

More meetings. I barely made it to the first on time, and another had been added to my schedule during lunch. At least the second didn't have me staring at a useless PowerPoint presentation. I actually earned my keep during the last meeting. A large batch query some fool devised was taking too long to execute every night. I looked it over, devised an index, broke it into two queries and brought it down to a thirty second job. Not bad for processing a couple hundred million rows. To me, it was a no-brainer. To the moron who coded the initial query, I was a life saver. His first attempt ran over three hours, essentially multiple full table scans with heavy temporary table creation. I accepted the praise and kept my secrets to myself. Sometimes I was a good at being an asshole. 

I was back at my desk around three when the phone rang. "Damon Richardson," I answered. 

"Damon, it's Rebecca." I cringed and let out a breath. I didn't hear any sirens in the background so maybe my place wasn't on fire. "I can't reach my sister. I've tried a bunch of times, but she hasn't called me back. Do you think you can drive me to a hotel when you get back?" My jaw released and I flexed it. The idea she was still at my house was not a bad one. In fact, it was kind of nice. 

"Why don't you make dinner and spend the night," I offered in trade, "I have two bedrooms."

"Dinner?" Rebecca responded. She sounded less than excited about the idea. 

"Sure," I continued, "there are noodles in the cabinet above the dishwasher, and some jars of spaghetti sauce next to them." I figured boiling water wasn't going to do any serious damage to the house. I shook the possible disasters out of my head. She'll do just fine. 

"Are you sure? I've been here longer than I should already." I smiled to myself, maybe not long enough. 

"I don't know about you, but I'm starving," I said with a light voice, "I missed lunch, and it would be wonderful to have a hot meal waiting when I get home." I suddenly felt like I was talking to my ex, back when we were still talking. My thoughts were a little cross-wired. 

"Okay, I can do spaghetti," Rebecca replied, and I heard the smile in her voice. It brought one to my lips. "What time will you be home?" Now she sounded like a wife. 

"About 5:30." 

"I'll see you then," Rebecca said cheerfully. I was about to hang up when I heard her voice again. "Damon, do you have an old t-shirt I can wear? I'd like to take a shower and wash my clothes."

"Bottom left-hand drawer of the dresser in my bedroom."

"Thanks." Why was I so happy she would be home when I got there? So far, knowing her had been a disaster. It has been about three hours since she had broken something of mine. Maybe the trend was over. One could always hope.

++++++++++

I left work a little early and dropped my broken phone at the store. They said they could flip the SIM card and have a new phone fired up in about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes in a phone store feels like a week. I told them I would be back in the morning. At the price I pay for the warranty, you would think they would have a phone fired up and waiting just in case. 

When I entered the house, my nose was greeted with a heavenly scent. It was spaghetti, but not like it comes out of the jar. This smelled like it had flavor. Rebecca was smiling when I entered the kitchen. She looked simply wonderful in my Stay Puft Marshmallow Man t-shirt. I had to laugh as she modeled it with a little twirl. It was a little short, but covered all the basics. 

"I found your spice rack," Rebecca said proudly, "I gave the sauce a little kick."

"Smells wonderful" Nothing seemed to be broken and there were no flames. Not that I really expected damage, it was just nice that there wasn't any. "Is that bread I smell?"

"Yep, hillbilly bread," Rebecca said, then peaked into the oven. It was obviously not done yet since she closed the door and went back to stirring the sauce. 

"Hillbilly bread?" I had to ask. 

Rebecca looked at me and smiled. "Regular white bread, a little butter, garlic salt and sprinkled with cheese. It tastes good with spaghetti." I think that was the smell filling the house.

"Ingenious." 

"My sister made it for me when I was young," Rebecca said as she peeked into the oven again. This time she grabbed an oven mitt and pulled out a pan of toast. It was golden brown with yellow running through it. She flipped off the oven, which I took to be a very good sign. "I think we're ready. What do you want to drink?" 

"Why not wine? I have a few bottles and never have a chance to drink them. There are some wine glasses above the stove." I realized the problem with my statement as soon as I said it. Rebecca turned and reached high to open the cupboard. In my mind, I saw broken glass on the stove as she went on her tip toes. I almost said something then my eyes shifted. Broken glass no longer concerned me. 

If you took sexy and mixed it with adorable and painted it blue, it wouldn't come close to the exposed tush I was looking at. The t-shirt had ridden up, and half of Rebecca's tight butt was exposed, neatly covered by baby-blue panties. Her legs were taut, emphasizing her figure. I felt desire and didn't want to let go of it. My eyes didn't move fast enough when she came down with the glasses. I was caught perving and felt my face flush.

I expected an evil look. Maybe disappointment. What I saw was a joyous smile and sparkling eyes. "Wine?" she asked, waving the two glasses she had retrieved. I came out of my fog and gave her an apologetic smile and headed to liquor cabinet. 

"White Zinfandel okay?" I asked. I had a red also, but felt it might be too dry.

"Fine with me, you can have anything you want tonight." I turned quickly. I was sure she had emphasized 'anything.' I found her back to me, stirring the sauce. I do believe she was flirting. I closed my eyes and saw the blue panties in my mind. I hoped she was flirting. 

Dinner went smoothly. We talked about silly stuff, and I steered clear of accidents or any other topic that might ruin our happiness. I hadn't had a pleasant night with a woman in years. I found it warming and comfortable. I had missed the feeling. Linda had done more damage than I first realized. 

"Why the fish?" Rebecca asked while sipping her wine. I looked over to my aquarium; Mufasa was lumbering up a hill of coral. 

"It was therapy of sorts," I said truthfully, "everything was coming apart in the divorce so I decided to build something new." I looked back at Rebecca who was staring at me intently. "If you get close, you can see a small orange and white fish that swims in and out of the little caves. I named him Linda after my ex; he's a clown fish." 

"I'll take your word for it," Rebecca grinned, "I have no intention of getting anywhere near the tank." 

"You afraid of fish?" I asked, a little perplexed. 

"They should be afraid of me," Rebecca laughed. "The tank is lovely, and I want it to stay that way." I looked at her with concern. I think she truly believed she was cursed. 

"You know..." I began and was interrupted by the phone ringing. 

"It's probably my sister," Rebecca said, moving quickly to pick it up. I silently hoped it was not. "Hello," she said and waited a moment, "who may I say is calling?" At least it wasn't her sister. Rebecca covered the speaker side of the phone with her palm and whispered, "Linda Barrow."

"My ex," I said quietly, "I don't want to talk to her." I made an ugly face, as if it would painful. Rebecca smiled and nodded. 

"I'm sorry, he can't come to the..oh..phone right now," Rebecca said. The 'oh' sounded sensual. She smiled at my confused look while listening to Linda's response. "No, he's...ah.. just fine. Oh...oh.. why don't you..ah...call back in about an hour. Oh, God!...make that two." She hung up, sounding like she was on the verge of an orgasm. I started laughing.

"She'll know it's bullshit," I said between chuckles. 

"Doesn't matter," Rebecca said, overly proud of herself, "she's a woman. Just knowing there's another woman here willing to bullshit her is enough." I laughed again. She was right, Linda would be envious. It was small of me to like the idea, but I liked it nonetheless.

"Your insurance company called her thinking it was still your number," Rebecca said, "she was calling to make sure the accident wasn't serious." Knowing Linda, she was more likely hoping it was very serious. 

"Well, you were wonderful," I said, tipping my wine glass toward her, "and the meal was wonderful." That smile again. I walked around the counter and started collecting the dishes. It took us only a moment before we were in a cleaning sync. I washed and Rebecca dried. We had a tendency to touch each other more than necessary. I enjoyed being close to someone again. 

My mind wandered to the fact I had known Rebecca for less than a day. Most of it was more nasty than nice. She started humming as she dried, seemly comfortable being next to me. I wondered if my thinking was skewed. I hadn't been with a woman in a while, and Rebecca was cute -- well beautiful. Linda came to mind; she was beautiful to me once and didn't come with a host of problems. 

We finished the dishes and Rebecca pulled the full garbage bag out of the can and tied it off. "In the garage?" she asked, holding up the full bag. 

"Let me take it," I said, "it's pick-up day tomorrow so I have to haul the can out to the curb anyway." 

"I'll take it out," Rebecca smiled, "it's the least I can do." I shrugged my shoulders and allowed her the labor. 

"Thanks."

Rebecca hummed her way to the garage and pushed the opener button. There was a loud snap, followed by an even louder crash that echoed through the house. I stood, surprised for a second, until Rebecca's cry brought me to reality. I rushed toward the garage.

The washer and dryer unit was leaning forward in the utility room. A large metal spring was protruding through the wall and had put a large dent in the upper dryer. Rebecca was kneeling on the floor of the garage crying. A thin layer of dust was in the air. The garage door was a foot high on one side and off the guides and down to the ground on the other. The old spring mechanism on the right side had failed and snapped off its support violently and driven itself into the far wall. 

"I'm sorry," Rebecca cried, her head in her hands,"I'm sorry." She was rocking strangely back and forth. 

"Are you okay?" I asked as I knelt down to her. The damn spring could have killed her. 

"I'll leave," Rebecca continued, "I don't want to wreck anything else." She was still rocking, which really disturbed me. I wrapped my arm around her and tried to pull her close. She fought me so I let go. 

"You didn't do anything. The damn thing just gave out." I struggled to get her to her feet. She was shaking terribly. There was blood on the right side of her forehead.

"You're bleeding. Come inside and let me look at it." She looked up at me, her eyes tearing like rivers. I could see the defeat on her face and I hated it. It bothered me more than my fucking car, my jeans or my damn phone. I desperately wanted it off her face. I was at a loss, so I cradled her face with my hands and I kissed her.

Her lips were yielding, and I could feel her despair. I don't know what I intended, but to linger wasn't planned. My hands slowly entwined into her hair as my lips refused to release her. I felt her surrender and tasted her tears as she tilted her head to better meet my lips. Her lips became stronger, her hand found the back of my neck. I wanted to live there, in my broken garage. 

"I..I broke your house," Rebecca whispered into my mouth. 

"My house almost broke you. I would have burnt it down if it had." Rebecca pulled herself closer, more tightly. 

"I don't want to sleep in the extra room," Rebecca breathed into my ear. I felt her body heat mine. To hell with the stupid garage. I brought her inside and closed the door. I looked at the large spring poking through the wall. It wasn't going anywhere. 

I sat Rebecca on the couch. My kiss had stopped her tears, though she was still shaken. I retrieved a washcloth and some antiseptic spray. I filled a glass with water and sat down next to her. I had her lie down, her head in my lap. She obeyed without question. She had become completely submissive.

I dipped the cloth in water and began to lightly dab the wound. It wasn't deep, and there wasn't any foreign material in it. Some piece must have just flown off when the spring snapped. Rebecca turned her head slightly to give me better access. I dipped the cloth again and made sure all the blood was gone. The wound looked clean, so I shielded her eyes and sprayed the antiseptic. She didn't even flinch. I lightly blew on it; I don't know why. It was something my mother used to do. 

"Stuff like that happens to me a lot," Rebecca said quietly. I caressed her hair and made no move to have her sit up. I liked taking care of her. Silly, since I had no desire to take care of anyone else. She turned on her side, looking away from me, and tucked her knees toward her chest making herself more comfortable. It caused me to smile. 

"I don't care," I responded softly. I combed my fingers through her hair, and she wrapped her arm over my knees. We sat that way for a while. Just being there. It was comfortable. I hadn't been comfortable like that in a long time. 

"I was fired today," Rebecca added to her troubles, "I called this afternoon and they told me I failed to show up for my shift." I continued playing with her hair. "The tips sucked, but it was a job." 

"You'll find another one," I said. She curled into me more. I was like a support blanket. I was Carl, just a lot quieter and with a lot more touching. 

"I tried to call my friend Tammi on your phone." Rebecca was dumping everything. "She hung up on me. What little I have is at her place. I guess the SUV was the last straw."

"The last straw?" I asked stupidly. Curiosity worked faster than my compassion. Rebecca turned in my lap and looked up at me.

"Is it okay if I don't tell you right now?" Rebecca asked sadly. I felt shitty for asking. 

"Give me her number tomorrow," I said, instead of answering, "I'll see if I can't pick up your stuff." Rebecca gave me a weak smile. Homeless, jobless and seems to think herself a bad omen. I should be running, but even her weak smile held me there. So unlike Linda. That was part of the attraction. I couldn't put my finger on the other part. She rolled her head forward, sideways once again. She reached back and took my hand and pulled it over her shoulder and tucked it in with hers. I was truly a blanket. 

"Thank you," Rebecca whispered. I held her because she needed it. I held her because I needed it. I didn't want to be anywhere else. I fell asleep there. 




The Accident



++++++++++

"Damon." I was startled by Rebecca's voice. I opened my eyes to her wonderful smile. She was still in my lap though she was now completely on her back. She reached up and wiped the side of my mouth. Shit, I was drooling. I lifted my head groggily. 

"Sorry," I said and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. I couldn't feel my legs, they were sound asleep. "What time is it?" Rebecca lifted her head and looked over to the clock above the fish tank. 

"A little after two. Let's move to your bed." I nodded. I tried to stand, failed and just straightened my legs to let the blood back in. My brain was still not fully awake. She stood and held out her hand. I took it and stood slowly, then moved my head around, stretching the kink out of my neck. She moved behind me, her hands kneading my neck. I leaned into it.

"Our bed is over here," I said walking slowly, trying not to separate from her hands. I heard a small giggle. I shut off the lights and walked by memory into my bedroom, Rebecca following closely behind, her heavenly fingers working my muscles. I stopped by the bed and yawned. There was a dim glow from a street lamp coming through the translucent curtains. I turned, trying to think if I had pajamas -- I hadn't worn any in a long time. 

Rebecca's hands went to my collar and began unbuttoning my shirt. I smiled tiredly and stood there as she removed it. I was too exhausted to be surprised when she undid my belt and loosened my pants. She had me sit on the bed as she removed my shoes and socks, then pulled my pants off, leaving me in my boxers. She pulled back the sheets, and had me climb in under them. She walked to the other side. I heard her rustle around, then climb in the bed. She scooted close and put her arm over me. I felt a naked breast on my side and my mind began to waken. 

"Shh," Rebecca whispered, "let's just sleep." She spooned into me, her breasts pressed into my back. Her hand wrapped around me, lightly caressing my chest. I drifted off, again.

++++++++++

My alarm, as always, was an asshole. I was in the middle of some strange dream, not unpleasant, that faded quickly to the incessant, ever louder tone. Nails on a chalkboard. I reached over and slapped the clock a few times until my hand found the snooze. I rolled onto my back, my eyes still closed, and the rich aroma of coffee teased my nose. Rebecca. 

I sat up and fully turned off the alarm. I didn't remember setting it last night. I spent a few minutes in my closet searching for my robe, the one I hadn't worn in years. When you don't have guests, your modesty wanes. I gave up after failing a cursory search and put on last night's pants and pulled on a t-shirt. The mirror told me my hair was in serious need of a brush. I ignored it and followed the scented trail of java.

I leaned against the corner of the entrance to the great room. Rebecca was busy cooking something in the kitchen. My robe looked a lot better on her than it ever did on me. I liked watching her work; she was so intent on her tasks. I could hear her humming to herself which caused me to smile. She somehow sensed it. 

"Good morning," Rebecca said brightly, "coffee and pancakes?" I didn't usually eat breakfast, but the coffee sounded like an excellent idea. 

"Please," I responded and took a seat at the counter. "You set my alarm." I stated. Rebecca nodded as she filled a cup with coffee.

"Cream, sugar?" 

"Black," I responded, shaking my head. Rebecca moved the cup to me with a smile. It all seemed so practiced. I remembered her saying the tips sucked; I guessed she had been waitressing. "Thank you." The coffee was good. Thick enough to ward off sleep, but not overly bitter. 

"I'm sorry for last night," Rebecca said. I put the coffee down and looked up to her. Her face was sincere, but luckily didn't have the despair I saw yesterday. 

"I'm not," I said. I guess it caught Rebecca off guard. She didn't know where to put her hands all of a sudden. "I liked you in my arms," I admitted as much to myself as to her. She turned back to the stove and flipped four mini pancakes. She turned back to me, and I could tell she had found some strength.

"I don't do well in relationships. They end badly, and I don't know if I can take you not liking me." I raised my eyebrows at her. I saw something starting between us, and she was already looking at the end. She turned back to the pancakes on the stove.

"Are you trying to warn me off?" She nodded to the pan. I took another sip of coffee and watched as she slid the spatula under a pancake to check its color. "What if I ignore your warning?" 

"I will probably ruin your life," Rebecca replied softly. I tried not to, but a small chuckle escaped my lips. She turned with a little anger in her. "The garage won't be the last of it, you know. Everything will be fine and then, wham, you'll wish you never knew me." 

"The thought of you doing a better job of ruining my life than my ex is what I find funny," I said with a smile. "I'd like to take the risk if you let me. You're just as likely to think me scum in time." I took another sip of coffee while she digested my thoughts. I saw steam coming off the pancakes and pointed my cup toward them. Rebecca turned and deftly moved them to plates. She brought the plates to the counter, along with silverware. 

"It scared me when you called it 'our' bed last night," Rebecca said as she retrieved the butter from the fridge. 

"What?" 

"Last night, you were pretty tired, but called it 'our' bed." I had to smile at my Freudian slip. 

"I think I drooled on you too," I laughed. I loved the smile Rebecca returned to me. "I can't be held responsible for things I do when I'm half awake." I spread some butter on my pancakes. I wasn't really hungry, but she made them for me. 

"So, you didn't mean it?" Rebecca half teased. I stalled for a moment, then thought, 'what the fuck.'

"I loved that we slept together in our bed," I said confidently. I quickly filled my mouth with pancake, forgetting the syrup, to avoid having to speak further. Rebecca was trying desperately to hold back a smile. I could tell she wanted to remain serious, thinking there were future ramifications we needed to discuss. Finally, she gave in.

"It was nice, wasn't it?" Rebecca's smile was beautiful. I nodded and grabbed the syrup. The pancakes were good, but I loved sugar. I made pancakes for dinner about once a month just to get a sugar fix. She stayed my hand when I started to pour, leaned over the counter, over my pancakes and kissed me. I couldn't swallow my mouth full of pancake fast enough to lengthen the kiss, and had to let her recede.

"You want to try that again," I said brightly, once I swallowed. Rebecca shook her head with a sly smile. I let her have her fun and doused my pancakes in syrup. I was hungrier than I thought. 

++++++++++

"I'm going to need to take the next couple of days off, Bob," I said into the phone. Bob Thorgan was a sensible boss. I have had a few who were less than reasonable, but Bob knew I made him look good when I could. "The spring on my garage door snapped off and shot through the back wall. The door won't open and I have to fix the hole." I listened for a moment, watching Rebecca squirm uncomfortably. I think she thought I was risking my job or something. "Sure, I can do that Monday, but I want Susan there. Last time she left me in the dark." More listening. "Okay, see you Monday." I hung up and smiled. "Four day weekend!"

"They just let you leave like that? No notice." Rebecca said, surprised. 

"Of course, shit happens that people have to deal with," I responded casually. Rebecca must have had some really shitty jobs. "They'll just take it off my PTO hours. I'll get paid for the time off one way or the other." I opened the phone book and glanced through the yellow pages looking for a local garage door company. 

"Hanson's Overhead Door is really good," Rebecca said. I glanced up and saw her cheeks redden. "I've had a few that needed fixing," she said sheepishly. I smiled to soften her supposed shame. 

"Hanson's it is then," I said as I found them in print and called. When I had described the problem, they knew instantly what the issue was and were quite familiar with it. I was told they would be out within the hour with a new torsion spring assembly to replace the old extension spring system. I passed this on to Rebecca who still seemed to think it could only have happened to her. 

We spent the next hour working the spring out of the wall. It was an awfully greasy thing. We scooted the washer-dryer into the great room to create some room to work. It took only a second for the spring to find its way into the wall, but fifteen minutes to get it out without tearing half the wall down. It wanted to catch on the drywall every step of the way since it went in at an angle. It also weighed a lot more than I had expected. In the end, I had a nice one-foot gash in my drywall. I guess I should be happy it didn't take out a stud. 

Hanson's was very efficient. They disassembled the door, reset the guides, built a frame to hold the torsion spring assembly and rehung the door. In the middle of it all, I got my rental car out of the garage. The door was slightly misshapen in the lower left corner, but it was a garage door and you couldn't see the problem from the road, so I decided to live with it. 

"It's bent," Rebecca said sadly as she looked at the door. 

"You can only tell from up close, and it's not that bad," I said. "You almost have to know it happened." It was an old house and deserved to look lived in. Rebecca shook her head slowly, then headed inside. I think she would have preferred if there was no sign of the incident ever having occurred. I looked at the door again and now the crease was all I could see. Women. 

I chased down Hanson's team before they pulled away. They told me someone from sales would call about replacing the door or just the panel if they could still get the same style, which they doubted. The panels were as old as the house. I suspected I needed a new door. Rebecca was expensive to have around. 

"You were right," I told Rebecca once I was inside, "I have them pricing a new door." She looked at me with a funny expression.

"You did that for me?" 

"You thought it looked like crap," I said, "I looked again and agreed." I thought she would be happy about it. Why did I just ask for a new door? I could have lived with the dented one. 

"It did look bad, but I thought you were going to live with it," Rebecca added. 

"You didn't like it so I decided to replace it." 

"Are you trying to impress me?" Rebecca asked. There was a challenge in her tone that confused me. I think she was trying to pick a fight over fixing a bent door. I really didn't want to fight over the damn door. 

"Yes, I guess I was," I said firmly and put my hands on my hips. Rebecca smiled as she moved close. I could see a sparkle in her eyes. 

"I am impressed," Rebecca said and kissed me. This time I didn't have a mouth full of pancake. I wasn't going to be satisfied with a little peck. Not after her bent door teasing. I pulled her into me, our lips at first caressing, then pressing, then sharing. I felt the tip of her tongue tickle my upper lip. I could feel her heartbeat strengthen, and a heat rose through my core. 

"Oh," Rebecca breathed as she separated from me, "that was more than expected." I wanted to devour her right then. I stopped, not sensing I had permission to continue. It was something in her posture. I dropped my hands to her hips -- less aggressive, but still sensual. I didn't want to lose it all.

"Too fast?" I asked.

"No and yes," Rebecca answered cryptically. "I meant to kiss you, I just didn't think...I liked it more than....we've only known each for a day." Her floundering was adorable. I could see it in her eyes. I was as much an enigma to her as she was to me. I released her hips -- there was no danger of losing her right now. 

"I have to get something at the hardware store to patch the wall. I'll pick up my phone and see if I can't get your stuff from Tammi's." I paused for a moment. "You know I'm going to spend most of the day trying to figure out how to impress you again." Rebecca laughed. 

"I'll try my sister again," Rebecca said. She looked serious for a second. "I'd like to stay tonight, even if I find her." 

"I would love for you to stay." I loved her smile. This time I allowed a simple peck. 

++++++++++

I drove to the phone store first. Life was different without my mobile. It was not unpleasant, I just felt undressed without it; almost off balance without that little rectangle bulging out of my left front pocket. I was the only customer. It was the first time I had ever been there and was waited on before I could say hello. 

"We have it in the back, Mr. Richardson. It will just be a minute," the young techie said before he disappeared into the back room. I walked around aimlessly, looking at a rack of phone covers. I had one once, but didn't like how thick it made the phone. I laughed inwardly, thinking a cover may have saved my phone when Rebecca dropped it. I started to go over to the tablet displays, and my foot caught on something. I absently pulled harder without thinking. There was a slight screech, and I turned in time to see the six-foot display of hundreds of phone covers fall in slow motion to the floor. My feeble attempt at reaching out to stop it was entirely too late. When it crashed, the covers scattered like scared mice across the floor. 

Three of the employees came out of the back room with looks of shock. My foot was still caught in the bottom of the rack and my attempts to stand the rack back up seemed to be making the problem worse. "I'm sorry," I said quickly, "I'm, not sure what happened." 

"Don't worry, Mr. Richardson," the techie said as he handed me my phone, "we'll take care of this." His tone was condescending, and I was in no position to dispute it. He kneeled down and untangled my shoe lace from the stand. The other employees began gathering the scattered cases.

"Look, I'm really sorry about this," I repeated. He waved me off without saying a word. I felt like an idiot. The other two were avoiding my eyes. I made my exit, with embarrassment tingling in my spine. I sat in my rental car for a few moments, letting the feeling subside. If anything, I knew part of what Rebecca felt like. It was inwardly painful, burning deep into the mind. Rebecca must be deeply burnt inside. I could be her aloe, that much I could do. 

At least it was nice to have a phone again. The thought made me remember to call Tammi. It was a brief conversation. For a moment, I thought Tammi would hang up on me, but she was willing to allow me to pick up Rebecca's stuff as long as Rebecca wasn't going to be there. I thought it was pretty childish. I intended to tell Tammi, once I had Rebecca's stuff loaded. I got the address and disconnected politely. 

Tammi lived in an apartment complex. She had a place in the back on the fourth floor. It was a gated establishment with a guard out front who insisted I show an ID to enter. I smelled money, though I thought it was wasted fencing out the world. I parked in a guest spot, close to the door the guard indicated would be best. I had to speak into an intercom before Tammi buzzed me in.

Tammi was a heavy woman. Not, a two-plane-ticket woman, but someone who really likes her meals. She spent a lot of money on stationary hair, the type that is curled, then glued in place on the top of her head. It looked like her dirty blonde hair wouldn't have moved in a hurricane. She was much older than Rebecca, but what surprised me was her kind smile. 

"How is Rebecca?" Tammi asked. I wasn't ready for the question. I suspected the 'here's her shit now get out,' message.

"Upset," I answered truthfully, "she wants to talk with you about it." I wanted to add a small tirade about human decency, but her kind face was too disarming.

"Yeah, it's kind of unlike me," Tammi responded. "Cathy thought it best not to encourage Rebecca to rely on me anymore. She knew I would cave if I talked with her again." 

"Cathy?" I asked surprised. What kind of crap was going on?

"Cathy...her sister. I couldn't reach Rebecca's cell two nights ago... after the insurance company called, so I called Cathy." Something sounded wrong, but I let it sink in and followed Tammi into what looked like a guest room. The apartment was bigger than my house. It looked like she had paintings on the wall worth more than my house.

"These two boxes are hers and those three suitcases." Tammi sighed. "Not a lot to show for her life." She shook her head slowly. "The fire kind of zapped the drive out of her." I grabbed the first box and headed to the door. "Here, this will let you back in." Tammi slipped her key card into my back pocket since my hands were full. I loaded the first box in the trunk and returned to the apartment.

"So, Cathy said you shouldn't talk with Rebecca anymore?" I asked casually as I went for the second box. 

"She thinks Rebecca needs a lesson in self reliance," Tammi said while nodding, "Rebecca has had a rash of incidents, and people keep bailing her out. I am the worst of the bailers." I lifted the box, a little dubious of the psychology involved. 

"So, you two were just going to leave her in jail?" I asked.

"Jail! No one said anything about jail!" Her eyes went wide, "Oh, the poor girl. How long was she there?"

"Just a night," I said as I headed back to the door. A few minutes later I was back up for the suitcases. 

"I'll call Rebecca," Tammi said when I returned, "I didn't know anything about jail. It was the third accident with one of my cars...I was a little angry. I was going to leave the problem to Cathy. She's been taking care of Rebecca since they were kids." Tammi looked a little embarrassed about the jail part. "Shit, I'll be lucky if the guy she hit doesn't sue me into the next century." The swearing didn't fit what little I knew of Tammi's personality. I could tell she felt guilty about ignoring Rebecca and was trying to justify it. 

"Yeah," I joked, "I hear the guy's a real asshole." The expression on Tammi's face was priceless, but I couldn't keep a serious face. I laughed and added, "I'm not suing anyone, just keep the lawyers away. I've had my fill for lifetime."

"She hit you?" Tammi smiled. 

"Yep," I said as I lifted two of suitcases, then added without thinking, "kind of a love tap." The words shocked me inside. It was just a misused cliché. I hurried with my load down to the car. I returned for the last suitcase and found Tammi pouring two glasses of wine. 

"Sit," Tammi said, pointing to a chair. There was concern in her voice. "Please." I sat and she handed me a glass of white wine and took the seat opposite me. "Love tap?"

"It's just a saying," I said. The wine was pretty good. Tammi looked at me in a strange way. 

"Rebecca needs someone. I just don't know if it is the guy she hit with a car." I became confused and somewhat irritated. I set the wine down and stood to get the last suitcase out of the guest room. "Sorry, I said that wrong," she said.

"You think it's best to ignore her and now you question me," I said, trying to keep my tone civil, "I'm not sure if Rebecca needs friends like you." 

"Please," Tammi said, pointing at the seat, "you're right, of course." I sat back down, but left the wine where it was. "I just don't want to see her hurt." I shook my head.

"I'm confused, she's old enough to make her own decisions." I looked around the apartment, at the art and expensive furniture. "Why do you care?" Rebecca didn't seem to fit with Tammi. I was missing something and I wasn't sure I even cared to know. 

"I was friends with her mother," Tammi admitted, "very good friends. When she passed away, I promised to keep an eye on Rebecca, that's all." 




The Accident



"So you ignore her?" I wasn't sure I wanted to be there any longer. Tammi sat back in her chair and studied me for a moment. 

"What do you do for a living?" Tammi asked, ignoring my question. 

"Excuse me?" I said as stood again, "I think I'll just finish loading and be on my way." I had no idea why she switched to interrogation mode. None of it made any sense, and I decided I would prefer ignorance. I moved to the guest room and retrieved the last suitcase. I handed Tammi the key card as I was walking out. 

"Please don't hurt her," Tammi said as she took the card. It was a plea, a desperate one. I looked at eyes that were wetter than they should be. I almost reminded her, again, that she was the one doing the hurting. I thought better of it. I just nodded and headed down to the car. A strange woman, that one.

I next went to the hardware store. I talked with someone who seemed knowledgeable and then gathered joint compound, some wood for furring strips, mesh drywall tape and a quarter sheet of drywall. I had to laugh, the quarter sheet cost almost as much as a full sheet. My mudding skills left a lot to be desired, but the hole was behind the washer/dryer. If it wasn't perfect, nobody would know.

I came home to find the house smelling like a pine forest. The kitchen was sparkling clean. I could see myself in the stainless steel handles of the appliances. I called to Rebecca and heard a weak reply from the bathroom. I found her there, inside the shower scrubbing away at my years of hard-water stains. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. Rebecca was wearing another of my old t-shirts, and I could see she had worked up a sweat. She smiled when she saw me. 

"I'm just repaying your kindness. Besides, your bathroom was a little gross." 

"You don't have to do that," I said, as I looked at the gleaming sink and pristine toilet. I couldn't remember the last time the shower doors were fully transparent. "I'm not going to stop you though. It looks so damn clean." I guess the bathroom was a little gross. I opened the shower door. "Thank you," I said and kissed her smiling lips. A wet, chemical-smelling hand wrapped around my neck and pulled my lips back to hers. I felt my heat rising again as her lips parted slightly and her tongue began to explore. I almost slipped as I stepped into the shower, and she broke the kiss, laughing. 

"Let me finish this," Rebecca said, giving me another quick kiss. Her face lost its smile and she looked into my eyes. "I want to be with you tonight. It's entirely too soon, and I don't care." I smiled, my blood rising more than it should. I quelled my impatience. 

"I'll start on the hole in the wall," I said as I stepped carefully out of the shower, "and try hopelessly to keep my mind on the job." I loved Rebecca's sly smile. I turned and walked back to the garage to unload the car. All I could think of was her. She was becoming more attractive as her confidence increased. I kept trying to imagine what was under that t-shirt. I tried to develop a picture in my mind of the breast I had felt last night. I wondered if her panties were still blue or had she changed to another color, or none at all. My mind was a sewer and I wanted so much to wallow in it. 

I measured the hole and cut a rectangular piece of drywall to cover it. I placed the piece over the hole and traced around it with a pencil. I used a hand saw to enlarge the hole to fit the piece perfectly. I cut two furring strips a little taller than the hole and screwed them to the inside of the drywall on both sides of the hole, thus building a frame to attach the piece. I put the piece in the hole and screwed it to the furring strips. I was overly proud of my work. 

"You've done this before?" Rebecca asked. She had come up behind me as I was working. 

"Nope,the guy at the hardware store told me how to do it. I won't even tell you what I was planning before I talked with him."

"Looks professional," Rebecca complimented. I put mesh tape around the seams where the drywall patch met the wall. The phone rang. It was finally Rebecca's sister.

"No, Cathy, I'm fine .... No, I am staying here tonight." She looked up and smiled to me. I knew what that smile meant. "Damon Richardson .... no .... he picked me up yesterday." Rebecca's eyes rolled as she talked. "It's not like that ..... no .... well, he's kind of the guy I rear ended .... NO!" Rebecca brought the receiver away from her ear and gave me a frustrated I-currently-dislike-my-sister look. 

Rebecca listened for a moment longer, then covered the phone with her hand. "She wants to meet you," she whispered. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded okay. "Sure." Rebecca continued with her conversation. "Tonight?" Rebecca looked back at me; I nodded and pointed at the kitchen counter. "How about dinner here?" Rebecca nodded to me and proceeded to give the address. A moment later she sighed and hung up the phone. 

"Sorry about that, Cathy is kind of protective." I smiled so she would know I didn't mind. 

"What should we make?" I asked. I had little in the way of good dinner food. I could do pancakes, spaghetti and canned chilli, but those didn't seem appropriate. "Shopping trip?" 

"I'll cook," Rebecca said in agreement. With a four day weekend, there was no reason to finish the hole today. I cleaned up the mess, covered the half-repaired hole with the washer/dryer and took Rebecca to the grocery store. 

Some women brighten when you take them to a jewelry store while others find a shoe store the greatest experience. The grocery store was Rebecca's destination of choice. Her whole demeanor changed when the door swished open. She didn't even turn around to look at me when she pointed at the carts. I grabbed one and followed her. 

Rebecca was a closet gourmet, and I was her lackey. Watching her shop was simply amazing. Her brain held some menu and she seemed to know exactly what she needed. She grabbed some lettuce, Butterhead and Red Leaf. I pointed out the convenient bags with lettuce already ripped into nice edible bites. Rebecca laughed, not with me, but at me. She gave me a quick kiss to soften the chastising. She gathered some red cabbage, raisins, walnuts and a small container of raspberries. Not the iceberg and ranch I was used to. I always liked raspberries so I was going to remain open to the strange salad concoction. 

We picked up a two-pound sirloin tip roast. She added cayenne pepper and olive oil to the cart. I was informed I already had the other necessary ingredients. I knew I had A1 at home, though I don't think she meant that. We had to go back to the salad dressing aisle; it seems we had forgotten red wine vinegar. I was busy reading the vinegar label, wondering why it was so special, when I felt a pair of arms circle me from behind. A pair of happy lips kissed my neck. 

"Thank you," Rebecca said softly. 

"For what?' I said, hoping she wouldn't let go of me. 

"Everything and allowing my sister to come for dinner," Rebecca whispered. Her lips tugged on my ear and her hands caressed my chest. I almost dropped the vinegar. I tried to turn in her arms, but she released me and took a step back with a devious smile.

"You're teasing me," I warned with the best intentions. 

"Yes." Was all she said, though her eyes made promises. I laughed as she took my hand and the cart and headed to the checkout lane. She was watching me, her eyes alive, as she drove the cart right into a corner display, and a tower of cereal boxes came tumbling down. Not just one or two, but the whole damn rack. 

I watched life drain from Rebecca's face and her confidence fly away. I thought it would be fleeting, but it lingered past a second, and I saw lines begin to form around her eyes. Her body jerked when the rack hit the ground. People turned and Rebecca began to recede into herself. It physically hurt to watch those few seconds, my muscles strained and my throat thickened. I could not let it continue. I pulled Rebecca into my arms. She didn't struggle as my lips found hers, my intent was to be there with her and let her forget. It only took a moment as the grocery store faded away, her hands found me and pulled me closer. I drifted with her, her soft lips embracing mine, through a world of our own making. She returned to me, stronger and more alive. 

"Excuse me, Sir," a man in white smock said to get my attention. I separated slowly from Rebecca. Her eyes were sparkling, and my heart leapt to see it. I looked to the man, a grin glued on my face. 

"Sorry, I was distracted," I said, "the cart kind of got away from me." The man looked between Rebecca and me and smiled. Rebecca's arm wrapped around my waist and she leaned her head on my shoulder. She felt so comfortable there. 

"No problem, Sir," the man said on the verge of a chuckle, "if you pull the cart back, we'll get this cleaned up." I pulled the cart back as the man gave me another look. It was the you-lucky-son-of-a-bitch look. 'Damn right,' I thought. 

++++++++++

The house smelled delicious. There was an exquisite smell of slow-cooked meat hanging in the air. My mouth had been watering, and Rebecca wasn't letting me near my own kitchen. It was strange that I was letting her do it. I actually liked the idea that she had claimed a domain and declared herself dictator. I enjoyed the confident Rebecca. 

"That smells wonderful," I complimented as I sat on the other side of the counter, "you would make a good chef."

"That's my dream," Rebecca admitted, "I always end up waitressing in the end." It wasn't depressing sounding. She was just stating fact. 

"Start your own restaurant," I continued as Rebecca placed the lettuce she was tearing into a big bowl. 

"Kind of need money for that," Rebecca said, "half a million just to build it and half that again to keep it going the first year." She had put some thought into it. I don't even think I could help her borrow that kind of money. Maybe, before the divorce, but now I was lucky to get a good rate on a car loan. The doorbell rang and ended the discussion. 

Cathy was much older than Rebecca, and I couldn't see much family resemblance. Cathy's expression was severe when I greeted her. I felt I was being analyzed, and it was a foregone conclusion I would be found wanting. Her face brightened when Rebecca came out of the kitchen to welcome her. 

There was something about Cathy I didn't like. I had expected to be vetted by her and knew that wasn't it. Something was off. Her sudden change when Rebecca appeared didn't feel genuine. Their age difference was disturbing and I disliked the way Rebecca seemed to defer to her with her posture and altered mannerisms. It was not a good start, so I decided to let my reservations go and begin anew. 

"I am glad you're here," I said, smiling, "Rebecca's cooking has been teasing my nose for over an hour. I wasn't sure I could hold out much longer." 

"She cooks for you?" Cathy questioned in a less than a friendly manner. Rebecca didn't seem to notice the tone. I, on the other hand, did. 

"It's kind of tough to stop her," I responded in a neutral tone. I was done with being pleasant. It took me less than a minute to decide this was going to be a long dinner. I reminded myself to not be unpleasant. The last thing I wanted to do was to come between Rebecca and Cathy. I sensed Cathy didn't have the same fears regarding me.

Rebecca pulled the roast out of the oven and I no longer cared what Cathy thought of me. It was a wonderful looking piece of meat. I don't think I really appreciated my oven enough. Rebecca lifted it out of the dutch oven it had been kept warm in, with a large fork and knife. I could see the pride in her eyes as she handed the platter to me to carve. The rub she had put on the meat increased the savory smell. I could almost taste it with my nose. I began to cut into the meat and suddenly felt like my father at Thanksgiving. The whole situation felt domesticated. I looked up at Rebecca's smiling face, my barbeque apron around her waist. The ultra-clean kitchen, memories of her cleaning the bathroom and grocery shopping had snuck up on me. Three days after my divorce was finalized, and I was feeling way too comfortable with another woman in my house. 

Rebecca saw something in my face. I could see worry building so I shook off my thoughts and added a smile for her. Cathy seemed to miss it all. I cut into the meat and found perfection. It had a warm pink center and the juices flowed. I had to give Rebecca credit, she could cook. I left the A1 in the fridge.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Cathy asked me as dinner progressed. I was chewing when she spoke, the meat was almost melting in my mouth. Maybe the domestic thing wasn't so bad. 

"I work for Bradford Insurance and Casualty," I answered once my mouth was free, "I work in the computer department." I usually don't go past that much. A fuller description bordered on boring. 

"How long have you worked there?" Cathy continued her interrogation. I guess being Rebecca's only family, it was her right.

"Nine .. no, ten years now," I replied as I stirred my salad around a bit. I was looking for more raspberries. The dressing Rebecca made went well with the raspberries and nuts. Not a mix I would ever have thought of. 

"Do you aspire beyond insurance?" Cathy continued. Rebecca surprised me by scooping some more raspberries out of their container and into my bowl. Mind reader. 

"There's a career path there," I answered after smiling my thanks to Rebecca, "I am vested and happy so I see little reason to move on." 

"Must not pay well," Cathy said with no reservations as she looked around my small house. My first thought was death by fork. I pulled back and decided the whole truth was necessary, lest she find out from a different source.

"I went through a protracted divorce," I confessed, "it took a toll on my finances. Everything is stable now." 

"You were married?" Cathy asked with disdain, while looking at Rebecca. I guess she suspected Rebecca to be shocked. Rebecca just smiled softly and nodded. 

"Yes, for nine years," I replied then quickly added, "we were separated for the last four years. It was finalized a few days ago."

"My, you do move fast," Cathy said. She quickly filled her mouth with salad as if the comment was an inconsequential afterthought.

"Stop it," Rebecca said forcibly, staring at her sister. I was glad it wasn't a spineless relationship. In fact, it made me feel better. I didn't like the idea of a helpless Rebecca. I smiled and decided to defuse things before we sank into a series of jabs we would regret. 

"Cathy is just worried about you," I said nicely, "I don't blame her." I just defended Rebecca's sister for questioning our relationship. Everything was moving at breakneck speed. I put some more roast in my mouth to give me time to think. I was letting things get defined by default. 

"That is a beautiful aquarium," Cathy said to change the subject. I think she realized she had dug a little deeper than necessary. She decided a little diplomacy was in order. It was nice to see her white flag go up. We spent the rest of the dinner discussing the care and feeding of salt water fish. Cathy enjoyed watching Mufasa lumber about. It is strange how your opinion of someone can change when they take an interest in your favorite things. 

Rebecca tried to start cleaning the dishes when we finished. I insisted she sit. She cooked, I would clean. Also, the idea of her cleaning again kind of ate at me. It was better to equalize things and hold onto some independence. Cathy surprised me by grabbing a towel and insisting on drying. Rebecca was pleased. 

"You're moving too fast," Cathy said quietly when Rebecca headed off to the bathroom. I knew she didn't mean the dishes. 

"Shouldn't you be talking with Rebecca about this?" I asked and handed her a clean bowl. She took it and began to dry. 

"Already tried," Cathy answered, "she's vulnerable. The fire and the accidents have damaged her confidence. I would be happier if she came back with me tonight." At least she was being honest. I thought for a moment as I washed a plate. Everything was moving quickly. I also knew the comfort was strangely frightening. I shook my head.

"We do well together," I stated, handing her the clean plate. I chastised myself for fearing comfort. 

"After you're done banging her, she'll be crying at my door," Cathy said with cruelty. I wondered how long it would take to drown someone in a kitchen sink. I stopped washing and took a deep breath. 

"I'm going to ignore that," I said stiffly. I continued washing the plate I had been working on. "No.." I had reconsidered. "You need to trust Rebecca. If my intentions were as slimy as you think, you wouldn't even be here." Cathy took a step back as I shoved the clean plate at her. She took it gingerly; I guess I had some evil in my eyes. 

"Sorry," Cathy stated firmly and dropped the towel on the counter and placed the wet dish next to it. I wasn't sure what she was sorry about. Rebecca walked back into the kitchen, which quickly ended the conversation. 

"Let's take a walk," Cathy said, with a forced smile at Rebecca. Rebecca looked to me and I nodded my head that it was alright. The two headed out the front door as I breathed a sigh of relief. Cathy was not my favorite person. 

I finished the dishes and sat on the couch waiting for the ladies to return. I wasn't pleased with the evening so far. I had expected to get grilled, but not judged harshly. I poured a glass of wine and put on some music. I closed my eyes and leaned back, trying to let the stress vacate. 

++++++++++

Lips were the first thing I felt. Soft and wonderful, they woke me from my brief nap. I opened my eyes to see Rebecca's smiling face as she straddled me, her knees on either side of my thighs. 

"Where's your sister?" I asked as my memory flooded back.

"I sent her home," Rebecca replied, "she insisted you are going to use me for sex and then throw me out." Her face went serious. "You're not going to throw me out, are you?"

"I would never throw you anywhere," I answered. Rebecca's lips found mine again, passionately parting to tease me with her tongue. I responded, caressing her back and pulling her closer. Her lips trailed across my cheek and slowed near my ear.

"I really hope you plan on using me for sex," Rebecca breathed into my ear. My pants tightened quickly at her words. I had to clarify something before my will was no longer mine.

"I didn't bail you out to have sex with you." It sounded stupid coming out of my mouth, but I really needed to say it. I felt a smile on my cheek.

"And I'm not having sex with you for bailing me out," Rebecca whispered, "I simply want to be naked with you, Damon." I had never heard words like that from any woman. There was absolutely no doubt of her desire, and I knew mine. My cock was straining as I pulled her lips back to mine. I devoured them as I desperately pulled her shirt out of her pants. She laughed and helped me pull her shirt over her head. Her bra was next. I fumbled with the clasp in the back as she stared into my eyes, smiling. 

The clasp separated, and I slowly pulled her bra down her arms. Rebecca showed no shyness as I examined her breasts. Perfect globes, larger than I had expected. I tossed the bra to the side and lifted her breasts in my hands; her eyes filled with lust as my thumbs stroked lightly across the pink nipples. The nipples responded, going taut at my touch. I leaned forward, unable to stall my desire, and sucked one into my mouth. She moaned, and I felt a shiver run through her. I moved to the other breast, tasting it as my heart began to race. It had been too long, I knew that now. 

Rebecca pulled on my shirt. I leaned forward and helped her pull it over my head. Our motions were jerky and filled with need. Speed became more important than smoothness. Rebecca stood, undid her pants and pulled them and her underwear down in one movement. I was quickly undoing my pants and stalled for a moment. 




The Accident



Jennifer ran towards the end of the block. 

She had heard the crash a few moments earlier. It had startled her. She had turned the burner off the stove, put the rice down and opened her door. She was wearing a small, black tank top and black panties. She had come down the steps in front of her house without her shoes on. It was getting dark out.

She knew she was underdressed, but this could be an emergency. Her tank top left her belly button showing and her panties were the lace ones her husband had bought for her. She always thought they were too slutty looking. She felt the cold wind brush up her legs as she opened the fence to the street.

At the end of the block there were lights and some people shouting. She kept up her pace towards the accident. It looked like two cars were involved, but maybe nothing serious. She was about a half block from the accident when she stopped. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to get closer, dressed like this. She felt safe at least in the shadows beside her neighbour's hedge. 

Through the corner of her eye she saw something but it was too late. She was hit, knocked over. The man tackled her to the grass behind the hedge. He was strong, and used his arms to pin her shoulders to the grass.

She tried to scream but all she could hear were the sirens blaring around the accident. The man grabbed her by her tank top and dragged her further behind the hedge, out of sight. She tried to fight him but she was scared. Who was this man, and what did he want? She kicked into the air, trying to get away. 

The sirens outside kept coming. She heard other neighbors making their way towards the accident, asking each other what had happened. The man kept his weight on her, pinning her as she tried to move. Slowly he moved his hands under her tank top along her stomach, lifting it as he went. Jennifer managed to free an arm from under the man and grabbed his wrist, but she couldn't stop his hand from moving up, along her uncovered stomach. 

As his hand found her breast she knew she couldn't stop him. He ran his thumb over her nipple, making her arch her back in disgust. She squirmed in his grasp but he held her with his knee in between her legs, his arms pinning her to the ground. Louder now the voices were yelling about something. They were right behind the hedge. The man whispered, "Shhhhhh", then moved his mouth to her chest and began kissing her bare right breast, running his tongue over the sensitive exposed nipple. His other hand was kneading her left, making her nipple hard against the cold night. Her tank top was bunched up to her neck, leaving her chest and stomach exposed to the cool air. Jennifer wanted to escape, but how? She was trapped under this assault, caught in between fear, shame, and something else. There was something about being here, so close to where they could see her, this big man doing things to her... 

He moved his hand back down along her stomach, towards her lace panties. He slipped his hand underneath the front of the panties. She gasped again, caught between wanting to scream and wanting to keep this secret, whatever that meant. 

"Shhhhhh, don't let them hear us." He whispered again in her ear. His lips moved closer and he ran his tongue along her neck, kissing it as he did. She stifled a moan as he slid a finger over her labia, gently massaging her clit. His finger was teasing her entrance, making her arch her hips against his hand. She was wet. He slipped a finger inside her and let her stiffen. She opened her mouth and he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and letting her kiss him back. She couldn't stop herself. Her tongue sought his, her lips burning with every ragged breath. 

She heard a man's voice just on the other side of the hedge, a few feet away. He sounded panicked, uneasy. God, no. That man was supposed to be working late. 

That man was her husband. Was he looking for her?

The man behind the hedge guided her hand to his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and knew this was bad. It was hot, urgent. What could she do? Scream and tell everyone she was being pleasured by this stranger behind the hedge? She grabbed his cock and moved her hand back and forth, their lips still entwined. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. 

Her husband was still asking people if they had seen her. He said he had come home and the door was open. She heard a female voice ask him is he needed help. All her husband could say was, "I'm not sure."

The voices were dying out now. People were leaving. The accident was over. 

The man grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. 

"You look like you could use some company," the woman's voice said to her husband. Jennifer tried to get up, knowing what the woman was doing. But the man had her pinned. He moved his hand back up her thigh to her hot cunt and she stifled a moan. 

She heard her husband say something like "yeah, who knows where she went, anyway?" 

"Well, I'll help you wait here. You look lonely," the woman said. 

The man slid his finger into Jennifer again, slowly moving his hand against her clit. With his other arm he lifted her tank top and put the bunched cotton into her mouth. She bit it. He moved his mouth to her breast and slowly licked the nipple. Jennifer kept her hand on his cock, moving it back and forth, her moans muffled by the shirt in her mouth.

She heard her husband say "we really shouldn't." There was the sound of a zipper, and her husband said, "Jesus Christ." Jennifer heard the sound of kissing.

We really shouldn't. 

Her own panties were being pulled down past her ankles and the man on top of her shifted his weight so that he was completely on top of her. She knew it was wrong. She knew what was coming. How could she be aroused like this? In public, hearing her husband about to fuck another woman? The man rubbed his cock along her pussy and moved his mouth to her throat, kissing her neck. She arched her pelvis towards him.

"Do you want this?" He asked. 

She wasn't sure what to do. She was scared. She wanted to get up and tell that woman to get away from her husband. She wanted to go back home and not have heard the noise in the first place. But she felt the blood rushing through her, her pussy burning for more, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. 

"I want-" she whispered. 

"Say it," he said, his mouth to her ear. 

She heard her husband on the other side of the hedge moan.

"Fuck me," she said. 

He slammed himself into her. She cried out, surrendering. He fucked her while he held his lips beside her ear, whispering to her. 

"You like this cock don't you?"

She gasped, unable to speak. The man thrust his cock deep into her, touching parts she'd never had touched. He continued thrusting inside her, moving his hand down to grab her ass and lift it off the grass. She gasped again, trying to keep her voice down.

From the other side of the hedge she heard her husband saying something. Then she heard the woman's voice. Jennifer arched her back, offering herself to this stranger. As she leaned her head back she saw two silhouettes join them behind the hedge, just a few meters away. She recognized her husband and saw the woman he was with, a woman who's dress had been pulled down over her chest to expose herself to him. 

Jennifer let the man use her body, lost, watching her husband as if in a dream.

She could see her husband's erection, his pants already off. The woman held his hand, led him along the hedge until they, like Jennifer, were concealed from people walking by. 

The woman pulled Jennifer's husband down to the grass and whimpered. He knelt between her legs, moved his head to hers and kissed her. Her husband lifted the bottom of the woman's dress above her thighs. Jennifer could see the woman's garter in the moonlight. Her husband ran his hand up her leg, positioning himself. Then he entered her. Jennifer cold hear the woman moan. 

The man kept fucking Jennifer, harder now. He lifted her leg over his shoulder, turning her into the grass. His cock continued its merciless assault as she screamed. He moved his hand down to her clit, slowly rubbing it, his cock pounding into her. She could feel her orgasm building. The man moved his head down to tease her nipple, while his hips continued moving into her. She knew it was wrong. What was her husband doing? Couldn't he see that she was here, so close, with another man? What was he doing with that woman?

The woman's voice started getting louder. "Ahhh," She said, "ohh," Jennifer could hear a slapping noise, and she could see the shadows moving back and forth. Her husband's voice was coming in grunts, and aggressive, short questions. "You like that?" his voice said. "Ohh," the woman's voice moaned, "yes, oh god, please." 

The thought of what was happening. Jennifer was being fucked by a stranger with her husband only a few feet away. Her husband was fucking another woman only a few feet away. It felt so wrong. Jennifer felt her orgasm growing with each thrust of the man on top of her. He was so big, so strong. His hand roamed down and ran a finger along the crack of her ass. What was he thinking? The man's lips moved from her breast back to her mouth, hungrily taking what it wanted from her. She kissed him back and felt his finger slide inside her ass, making her gasp into his mouth. She had never had anything up there before. But as his cock kept fucking her, rubbing against the finger in her ass, she knew she was close. The man's fucking was getting harder, making her moan with each thrust. He was breathing heavily. Jennifer's pussy tightened on his cock as her orgasm swept over her. She cried out, "Nooooo! God oh yes!!" as the man fucked her through her orgasm, shooting his seed inside her as she came.

Jennifer could barely catch her breath. She felt the huge cock inside her slowly withdrawing, cum leaking out of her pussy as he pulled his dick out. She moaned again, a woman surrendered. 

Where was her husband? She looked to the shadows and saw the woman on top of him now, thrusting her hips, almost like an animal. Her face was pressed against his. Her husband's hands were on her ass, driving her hips against himself. Jennifer tried to turn away but the man on top of her held her head, forcing her to watch, his mouth breathing ragged into her ear. 

The woman kept fucking her husband, now riding him, her breasts open to the night air. Jennifer could tell the woman was close to cumming. Instinctively her hips rolled ever so slightly. The man on top of her must have sensed something, because he lowered his hand to Jennifer's pussy and started touching it, rubbing it, entering it. 

Jennifer moaned, watching this woman fuck her husband. She could hear him grunting, see his hands moving up to grab the woman's breast. The woman was building to orgasm. She grabbed his hand against her breast and squeezed. She whimpered. 

The man kept playing with Jennifer's pussy. He moved a finger deep inside her, the rest of his hand brushing against her clit, spreading her. He started moving his hand faster, circular, Jennifer couldn't stop herself. Her orgasm was building. She moaned, watching the scene across from her. Finally when the girl let out a yell, her husband's body tensed up, lifting the woman off the ground with his hips as he fucked his semen into her. 

Jennifer too tensed her pussy and felt an orgasm roll over her. She wanted to say something, but could only think of the fucking, the touching, the wrong, the fear. She came. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned. It was too much. 

For a moment, the night was quiet except for the sound of breathing.

As her orgasm subsided, the man on top of her moved his head down and kissed her on the cheek, holding his head there for a moment. "You're absolutely perfect," he said softly, "thank you." He then got up, Jennifer still lying on the grass. 

She saw her husband get up as well. Could he have known? The two men walked towards each other. She saw her husband reach out and shake the other, larger man's hand. 

"Well, pretty much how we planned it, hey Seth?" her husband said.

"More or less, yeah man. That was great," the big man, Seth, said, looking back to Jennifer, "You're a lucky man, Bruce." 

Seth then looked over to the woman her husband had just fucked. 

"Dev, Sweetie, you ready?" He asked. Languidly, the woman got up from the grass and moved to the large man. 

"Yeah, that grass was a little wet." the woman said, and giggled. She seemed almost bashful. 

"Well," her husband said, "we'll see you guys around I'm sure."

"Sure thing," Seth said. The couple moved towards the edge of the hedge, holding hands, then left. Jenifer was alone with her husband. She was still on the ground, her legs spread, her tank top bunched up to her collarbone. Her husband approached her, some concern in his step. 

"Jennifer? Baby? Are you ok?" He asked. He knelt beside her. Jennifer smiled and reached for him. She moved her hand down to his cock. It was still hard. "I am," She said.



The Accident



It all started with the accident, or rather, the accident was the catalyst that brought the two of them together, finally being able to admit their feelings for one another.

Sarah was working in another city when she heard the news. There had been a massive accident near where she knew Mike lived and worked, many people injured, at least one dead, and her heart sank. She pulled up the news on her computer and read about the tragedy and immediately sent Mike a message, knowing that if he were at the office he would not be able to answer the phone. 

"I just heard about the accident and immediately thought of you. I hope you are okay." Her text read.

The longest minute passed before he answered, "Yes, I'm at my apartment. I was working from home today so I never left, but the roads will be closed around me for a while, so I'm stuck here."

Sarah finally felt like she could breathe again. "Good, I'm glad that you are okay. I thought you might have been out there when it happened," she typed. 

She felt flustered, like her heart was going to burst, shattering her rib cage. She needed to take a smoke break. While she puffed outside she sent Mike another message, "I'm really, really glad that you're okay. I didn't know what to do thinking you could have been caught up in that." She hit send before she could second guess herself. 

Sarah had known Mike for a few years, and they would often hang out with mutual friends, but they had never really spent much time together alone. She had always been a bit attracted to him. He had dark hair and matching eyes, that often seemed to stare right through her. They were close enough friends that they would always hug each other goodbye after parties, and she always looked forward to hugging him. Their arms would latch tightly around each others' bodies, her face fitting right in the space between his neck and shoulder. She always felt like it lasted for hours, and to her, it felt intimate, as though she and Mike had been lovers for a long time. His hands would linger on her lower back as their bodies separated, and she would find herself unwilling to pull away entirely. Looking into Mike's eyes at that moment she often felt as though he was feeling the same way. He would look at her in a way that made Sarah think he was saddened by the air that in that moment filled the space between their bodies, and she would wonder what exactly he was thinking. Okay, maybe she more than a little attracted to him.

"I'll be stuck here for at least the rest of the night while the roads are closed and the whole area is basically a crime scene. Everyone was asked to not even go out on foot if they don't have to. It almost feels like we are under attack," Mike's words read across her phone's screen.

"That's sweet of you to check in. You're right though, the timing is such that I could have been a part of that. And now I'm stuck here alone," a second text bubble popped up. "Are you a good comforter Sarah?"

"You've had a serious brush with reality. You could probably use some comforting, maybe a drink?," Sarah was feeling especially flirtatious, and surprised at herself. On one hand it read as completely innocent, and on the other she knew she was immediately thinking of some naughty ways to comfort him. She felt her face flush, and wondered what kind of response that would get. Mike knew she was seeing someone, and that it was pretty serious, but Sarah had always noticed the little moments where she felt serious heat between herself and Mike, even if it was just for a moment, and it was more than just those long, intimate hugs.

Nights out at the bar would find them outside, Sarah sharing drags of her cigarette with Mike, who was only really what could be considered a social smoker. Sarah would pass him the cigarette, and he would slowly take it from her, his long fingers caressing the soft skin on the back of her hand. At first she thought the booze was getting to her head and making her sensitive, but when she made the same sort of move, intentionally letting her hand linger on his, her fingers almost intertwining with his as she took it back, Mike didn't move or flinch, just looked her in the eyes and grinned before turning to speak to another friend who had joined them. As they would walk back inside, he would hold the door for her, his free hand resting on her lower back or arm as he led her inside. He would save seats for her, even once pulling out her chair, and she always thought he was very gentlemanly towards her and would wonder how he could still be single. Sarah knew of a recent relationship that had gone south, but she didn't really hear of anyone else he had been seeing, and he never brought anyone along on nights out.

Mike's response read, "I mean, we could drink for a bit, maybe smoke some weed, but after a while we would need something else to do ;)"

Sarah could feel that her face was as red as her hair and realized she was breathing heavy, as she quickly typed, "Oh, and I'm a very good comforter :P" and hit send before she could stop herself. 

"What am I doing!" she thought to herself. She was definitely flirting with him now, more than flirting, as she just knew that they were both referring to sex. Still, it was innocent, maybe growing less innocent with every message, but she found she was enjoying this little bit of fun. Plus, he was in another city, so it's not like she was actually going to go to his apartment in that moment. Her partner didn't need to know about this conversation.

"Oh? ;)" was the simple response from Mike. This was driving her crazy, and it was so simple, just a few words, but she could picture him standing in front of her saying, "Oh?" in his slightly sarcastic tone of voice that she found funny and teasing, while he grinned his sexy grin at her. Her nipples were hard against her bra, and she felt a familiar tingle between her legs as she responded with an equally simple, "Mhmm..." Sarah found herself growing increasingly horny thinking of all the times he had lightly touched her, that one time he was drunk and squeezed her ass and she, equally drunk, briefly brought her body tightly against his, her tits brushing up against his chest, his bulge he was trying to hide brushing up against her thigh. They had locked eyes, but she pulled away, giggling as she did. She didn't know what else to do, it was either pull away or reach up and kiss him as her instincts wanted her to do.

"It's too bad you're not here with me. I'm sure I would enjoy your company" His response came quickly. 

"I'm sure you would," Sarah typed, "I'm feeling like I need to delete these messages hehe, they don't seem like ones that should be accidentally shared.."

She was kind of surprised at herself. She had known in that first message, asking if she was a 'good comforter' that he was thinking about having sex with her. She had felt that he wanted her for a long time, had seen the looks he gave her, not just the almost sad ones, but the hungry ones, like that night he grabbed her ass. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her, but Sarah had just brushed it off as a drunken moment. 

They sent a few more flirty texts to each other during the afternoon, but then didn't talk for about a week. Their conversation ended innocently, but she couldn't get him off her mind. Sarah kept wondering what it would have been like to be with him, alone in his apartment, with few options as to how to spend their time. She had always felt that there was something growing between them, and now things were startung, even if slowly, to become real. She could no longer brush it off as flirting fueled by alcohol. 

The next time they spoke, Sarah happened to be away from home for work, staying by herself in a hotel room. It started with a simple "Hello" text from Mike. Sarah said hello back, and mentioned that she was out for work and couldn't text much, but that she would be alone later. Feeling brave she sent, "Now I'll be alone, wishing I had someone to spend my time with.." Once she got back to the hotel room the conversation quickly turned from innocent flirting to full on sexting, each of them describing the things they would be doing to each other if Mike was in the hotel room with her. Sarah was glad she didn't have to share the room with one of her co-workers. 

As she read Mike's messages of his desire to know just how soft her full lips were and how they tasted, and how he was certain of how good she would look standing in front of him in just her bra and panties she realized she was lightly running her fingertips along the edge of the waistband of her shorts, and that her nipples were firmly standing through her pajama top. She ran her palm over her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine as she responded to Mike, telling him how she wondered what his skin felt like against hers, what his hands would feel like on her body, and what he tasted like. 

The things they were saying to each other were some of the hottest things Sarah had ever had said to her, and that she herself had said to anyone. She couldn't remember a time that she was more turned on by someone, and Mike was actually over 300 miles away from her, and they were only texting, but it felt like he was there with her. 

Message after message were read and sent, Sarah quickly learning the importance of knowing how to text with one hand. She held her phone in her left hand so she could tease herself with her right, occasionally setting it down, like when Mike said "I'd lift your shirt over your head, and bring my lips to your nipples, licking and sucking them, nibbling on them, moving from one to the next, my hand replacing my mouth," she took her shirt off and brought her hands to her chest, cupping her full C-cups and pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, thinking of his lips on her. As they talked she slipped her little shorts and panties over her hips, laying back in the bed fully naked, her fingertips grazing her warm, wet center as they talked of using their hands and mouths on each other. She mimicked the things Mike was saying to her, making small circles around her clit as if it were his tongue, bringing her fingers up to her lips to suck on them, making them wet with her spit before teasing her swollen pussy lips. Slowly her ran her finger up her slit, parting her lips before flicking her clit a few times, making her legs twitch. She slid two fingers deep into her cunt as Mike wrote "I'd pick you up off the bed and bring you over to the wall, lifting your legs around my waist, my hard cock grinding against your wet pussy before pulling my hips back, rubbing my head against your slit, coating it in your pussy juices before slamming all 8 inches of my thick cock deep into you." Sarah fucked her wet pussy with her two fingers while squeezing her tits and pulling at her nipples reading his words, cumming hard all over her hand, thighs and the bed, the walls of her pussy gripping her fingers as if it were Mike's cock. She told Mike about how hard she was cumming for him, and her desire to be with him, and he told her the same. It was late by the time they had both encouraged multiple orgasms from each other with just their words, and they both needed to sleep. 

A few weeks passed with no more messages between them. Sarah felt a little guilty, even though she had physically cheated, the messages between the two of them that night were more than just a conversation, and knowing that Mike was stroking his cock and getting off to the things she was saying back to him made it not so innocent. She still didn't mention it to her partner, or to anyone. She was going to keep it her dirty secret. 

Suddenly she got a text from Mike. It was a group text letting her and a few other friends know he was coming to town and wanting to see who was available for drinks. A small group responded and made plans to meet that evening, with Sarah arranging a ride from her roommate Emily, who was also mutual friends with Mike. 

When Mike arrived at the bar he said hello and hugged everyone, and Sarah felt his lingering touches once again, and she could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin. She felt flush and quickly ordered a cocktail to hide it if anyone was looking at her. Luckily for her, just one drink made her pale skin pink in her cheeks and across her chest so hopefully no one would notice her turned-on state from just a hug. 

Throughout the night seats were switched as friends came and left, and a few times Mike ended up next to Sarah, with her on the last stool against the wall so she was talking across him to the rest of the group. The drinks were starting to take effect on her and she thought to herself "I wonder how far this can go with no one noticing," and as she leaned forward so she didn't have to shout, she placed her hand upon Mike's thigh, lightly rubbing and squeezing, removing her hand before anyone would notice. A little while later, he grabbed her ass as she walked past towards the restroom. Once she was alone in the bathroom she realized that her panties were soaked, that even though they hadn't talked about it, she knew what Mike was thinking every time he looked at her, and she knew she was thinking the same things. When she got back to the bar, her roommate Emily told her she was going to head home early, but Mike had already offered to bring her home later if she wanted to stay longer. Sarah knew there was no hiding her grin as she said yes, she would prefer to stay as it was still early and she didn't have to work that next day. Sarah walked with Emily to her car to get her cigarettes, and Mike joined them, asking if he could have bum a smoke from her. Emily was not a smoker and didn't like the smell so she left before Sarah lit one, leaving her and Mike alone in the darkened parking lot surrounded by quiet cars. 

"Oh look, we're alone," Sarah said as she passed him her cigarette, not only letting her fingers linger, but taking a step towards him, closing the gap between them. "Mhmm" Mike said as he took a drag, blowing the smoke up and over her head. He passed it back to her, and they stood there, in the shadows, their hands lingering on each other's, staring deep into each other's eyes, not saying anything. The tension was building and Sarah couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something. She reached up and snaked her hand around the base of his neck, pulling his face down and her lips up to his. "Holy shit" she thought as their lips parted and their tongues found each other, Mike's hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. She was thinking of everything and nothing as they stood their kissing, hands roaming over sweaters, the cigarette turning into a stick of ash. She thought of her partner, who didn't want to come out that night even though they were friends with Mike too, the slight tantrum thrown when Sarah insisted she wanted to go out. She had had a long week and one way or another needed to blow off steam. She felt Mike bite on her bottom lip, which caused her to moan and press her body against his. She could feel his cock hardening between them, and suddenly heard a voice calling Mike's name. "Shit" Sarah whispered as she pulled away, pretending to just stamp out the cigarette as if they were coming back inside. She heard Mike groan a bit as he walked towards the voice, leaving her in the shadows to collect her breath for a moment before heading back to the bar to refresh her drink.

A couple of shots later, more friends left and soon everyone was paying their tabs and heading home. Mike and Sarah were the last to leave, and as they walked towards his car he slipped his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her hip. His sudden closeness caused her breath to catch in her throat for a moment before she leaned into him, turning her face to press her lips against his neck. He opened her door for her, and went around to get in on the driver's side.

Once in the car, doors closed and silent, they both looked at each other, as the air started to get thicker. They quickly looked each other over before Mike said "So.." and suddenly their lips were together again, tongues pressing hard against each other. Sarah slipped one hand around Mike's neck and the other around his waist, her hand pulled at his shirt and sliding underneath to caress his back. It felt like Mike's hands were all over her, and even though she could feel the console between them she didn't even care. She was melting at his touch. He cupped her tits and reached his hand down her dress into her bra, pulling at her nipple and squeezing at her tits, pulling it from her bra. Mike ran his hand up to her shoulder, around her neck and up into her hair, slightly pulling as her kissed her, his other hand pushing her dress up to caress her panty-covered ass cheeks, his fingertips teasing under the seams, around to the soaked front. He moaned when he felt just how wet she was, and she pulled away for a moment and said, "I've been so wet since we kissed earlier." His lips found her skin, where her neck meets her shoulder as he pushed aside her panties, getting a feel for just how wet she was. Sarah parted her legs to give him more room as he teased her wet lips and brought his fingers up to her clit. Sarah ran her fingernails across his back, and dug her fingers into his hair, her lips finding his neck to kiss and nibble lightly with her teeth as Mike slid two fingers into her wet pussy. Sarah moaned at the welcome intrusion, surprised at how he filled her with just his fingers, her wet pussy stretching around him as he worked his fingers inside of her. "Fuck, Mike, that is so good," she moaned into his ear, as he started rubbing small circles over her clit with his thumb as he fucked her with his fingers. He could tell she was close and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me Sarah" his fingers moving faster and deeper, in and out of her pussy, her dress getting soaked in her juices, and she lost it. She moaned loudly as her body shook as the waves of her orgasm came upon her, her pussy tightly gripping his fingers as her girl cum coated his hand. He slowly slid his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips to taste her. "Mmm, tastes good," he said as he licked his fingers clean while staring at her, her dress pushed up around her hips, pussy hanging out of her panties, one tit pulled up and out of her bra. He smiled as she blushed and rearranged herself, straightening her dress over herself. 

"So," Mike started again, "Am I just bringing you home?" Sarah grinned at him, grabbed his cock through his pants and said, "I want you to come home with me. I want every inch of you, but we can't with Emily there." Emily could be something of a prude, and was better friends with Sarah's partner than with Mike. They couldn't go to Mike's because he was staying on his friends couch for the weekend. Suddenly Mike started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, not saying where he was planning on taking them. He took back roads that Sarah was strangely unfamiliar with for living in that town for her entire life, and suddenly she knew where they were headed. He was taking her to the high school, where they and a few other friends used to go and smoke weed years ago when they first met. When they got to the back parking lot, Mike turned and parked in a shadowed corner, on the opposite side from where there was one car that looked abandoned. They were alone. "Let's get out," Mike said, so Sarah got out and walked around to his side of the car. As she got close to him, he reached out and pulled her arm to get her to come in close to him, put his hand under her chin to lift her face to his and kissed her deeply, his hands sliding up her sides to her back to undo the zipper of her dress. Sarah grinded her hips against his erection pressing against her as her brought his hands up and pushed the straps of her short flowered dress off her shoulders. She stood before him in just her bra, her dress pushed down around her waist. He ran his hands over her chest staring at them, their soft white skin pressed up in a black push up bra and said to Sarah, "You are so sexy," before reaching back and undoing her bra, pulling it off her shoulders and tossing it back through the open car window. His latched his lips onto her right nipple as he reached his hands up under her dress to pull her panties down below her ass, sliding his fingers into her still sopping wet pussy. Sarah's hands found the buttons on his shirt, quickly undoing each one and pushing it off his shoulders so it hung down behind him at his elbows. She kissed and nibbled at every piece of bare skin she could reach, sinking her teeth into his shoulder as she came around his fingers for the second time that night. He took his juice coated fingers and brought them up to Sarah's mouth, and she licked and sucked them clean while staring Mike in the eyes. She moaned and he removed his fingers from her mouth as she pushed him back so he was leaning against the hood, near the door. She kissed him and pressed her exposed breasts against his naked, hairy chest as she reached down and unbuttoned his pants and let the zipper down. He reached up and fondled her tits, pulling at her nipples as she reached her hand into his boxer shorts and wrapped her hand around his rock hard shaft. Mike gasped at her touch, his hips bucking slightly. She slowly ran her hand down to his tip, and rubbed her thumb across his slit, coating her finger in his precum. She pulled her hand out and used both of the hands to push his shorts and boxers down past his ass to fall in a heap around his ankles and immediately knelt down in front of him, taking his cock in her hand again. 




The Accident



She lifted his thick cock, and ran her tongue up from the base of him to his tip. She ran her tongue around his head before wrapping her lips around him, sucking his swollen head as he reached down to gather her hair and hold it up so he could watch as Sarah eagerly sucked his cock for the first time. Sarah loved the feeling of his smooth cock between her lips. She lowered and raised her lips along his shaft, sucking lightly and teasing with her tongue, taking as much of him into her mouth, while her hand stroked him in the opposite direction. She loved sucking cock, loved feeling Mike's hand tugging on her hair, urging her to go faster as he got closer. Soon his cock pulsed and his balls tightened, and he was filling her mouth with spurt after spurt of his hot sticky cum. She sucked lightly and bobbed her head slowly along the length of him, milking every last drop into her mouth and down her throat. After his balls were empty, Mike reached down and cupped his hand beneath her chin, reaching down to kiss her and urging her to stand. He took a deep breath and let it out saying "Wow" and leaning back against the car. Sarah rested for a moment next to him, when suddenly he spun her around and pushed her up onto the hood, and pulled her panties off the rest of the way before pushing her legs spread. He quickly brought his mouth to her warm center, his lips finding her clit and sucking hard while he drove his fingers into her. His tongue replaced his fingers, and penetrated Sarah's slit deeply, deeper than any tongue she had before. He was licking her wildly, fiercely, eager to have her cum on his lips, to have her juices flow onto his tongue. Sarah was in ecstasy, pulling at her nipples and playing with her tits as he flicked her clit roughly with his tongue, pushing her over the edge for the third time that night, her orgasm hitting her hard enough that she sat up while throwing her legs over his shoulders, her thighs tight around his face as her hips bucked against his lips, coating his face in her girl cum. 

She reached down and pulled at his face, pulling his lips to hers so she could taste herself on him. She kissed hard, shoving her tongue into his mouth and wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him on top of her. He hesitated, both of them stopping for a moment, remembering reality, remembering Sarah's relationship, but she pulled him back down to her, his head hitting her wet pussy lips, so inviting warm. "I don't want to get into any more trouble," Mike moaned as Sarah grinded against him. "Please Fuck me, Mike," she pleaded in his ear, and he didn't need anymore than that. He pulled Sarah by the hips around to the front of the car, and pulled her down the hood to the edge. Sarah had her feet on the bumper and her knees spread wide for him. He reached up and licked his palm to wipe spit across his head and held his cock in his hand as he rubbed it up against Sarah's slit again, before pushing his head into her moist opening. Slowly he went, filling her tight, warm pussy inch after inch, her walls stretching to tightly hug his thick cock. He was bigger than any cock she had ever had, but he didn't hurt her, he buried himself in her until only his balls were hanging out and it was a perfect fit. Sarah's eyes rolled back in her head and as Mike slowly started thrusting inside of her she felt as though she was leaving her body. She wrapped her hands around his back, caressing his skin and squeezing his ass as he fucked her. With her feet supported by the bumper she thrust her hips back at him, meeting his hips, letting him in deeper, causing him to let out a deep moan, letting out a low, "Sarah...Fuck.." Hearing him moan her name as he fucked her was the final straw to her building orgasm, she gasped as she came hard around him, her tightening pussy encouraging Mike to thrust harder and faster, letting her have her pleasure before pulling out and covering her tummy with his cum. 

Mike rolled over and leaned against the hood of the car next to her, his cock shimmering, covered in his juices. Their hands found each other's and they held tight while breathing heavy and moaning as they each finished coming down from their orgasms. "That was the best sex I've had in a long time." Mike said heavily. Sarah could barely speak and just sighed and moaned, "Mmmhmmmm." They sat there for a moment just looking at the stars before Mike said, "Well I think we just opened a can of worms." And they both looked at each other, knowing this was only the first, not the last time that they would be fucking. 

Sarah looked down and noticed that Mike was still mostly hard, and bent down in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth, licking his head clean, tasting the mixture of her juices and his cum, moaning as she took more of his cock past her lips. He put his hands behind him and leaned back against them, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her lips and tongue on him before pulling on her arm saying, "I want to fuck you some more," pulling her to standing and spinning her around in front of him, pushing on the middle of her back, encouraging to rest her hands on the hood, his rock hard cock wedged between her legs against her pussy that had become dripping wet again from having his member in between her lips. 

Mike pushed her dress up to her waist so it looked more like a belt as he slapped her ass and admired her. With her bent over and legs spread her shaved pussy was on display for him, and Sarah shivered feelings eyes on her as he stroked his cock, reaching with one hand to stroke her slit and feel her wetness. He got behind her and shoved his cock deep into her pussy, faster this time as she was now a bit used to its size. He wasted no time in picking up his speed, slamming his hips against her ass, his balls slapping the backs of the thighs with every thrust. Sarah was moaning loudly as he pounded her pussy, taking her again and again. She came harder than she did before, her arms buckling beneath her as her body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure came over her. He continued fucking her through her orgasm, quickly pushing her into another one, she cried out his name as she pushed her hips towards him, fucking him as he fucked her, her pussy so tight and wet around his cock, her juices spilling down his balls and onto his thighs. He lasted only a few minutes longer before pulling out and covering her back and ass with his hot cum. Sarah collapsed on the hood.of the car, her breasts pressed against the metal of the hood, with Mike next to her. They stayed there for several minutes, staring at each other, both moaning and cooing from time to time before either one of them had the strength to sit up. They looked at each other and laughed and kissed, this time softer but just as passionate before Mike reached down and pulled up his shorts and Sarah pulled the straps of her dress back up over her bare tits and the skirt down over her naked ass. She picked up her sandals and her panties while Mike put his shirt back on and they both got back into the car. 

"Well. That was amazing," Sarah said as they pulled out of the parking spot. "I guess you'll take me home now." 

The ride was mostly quiet as the reached across and held hands, both looking at each other and giggling from time to time, reveling in what they had just done. When they reached Sarah's apartment, he reached over and kissed her deeply. Sarah kissed him back and started gathering her things. 

"I'll see you soon," Mike said as she got out of the car. She could feel his eyes on hers as her ass swayed as she walked up the stairs to the door. She turned and waved before walking through the door, wondering what had just happened, and hoping it would happen again.