0 comments/ 317133 views/ 27 favorites Ivy By: Sadie26 Ivy was a real wild child, rebellious from the moment of conception. Her parents had always tried to give Ivy the benefit of the doubt whenever things would go wrong. The benefit of the doubt stopped when the phone rang at 2 am, it was the police station, Ivy had been picked up for possession of marijuana. Ivy's parents decided this was the end of the rope, no more bailing her out of trouble. She was 18 now and had to learn responsibility. Her father, Snake, instructed the officer to keep her there until her hearing. Snake often blamed himself for his daughter's unruly attitude towards life. He and his wife had always been very laid back with Ivy, never forcing strict rules or punishment on her when she would fuck up. Snake and his wife, Laney, were just 2 working class folks trying to make their way in life, which was difficult when money was always being spent on Ivy's bail. The next morning Snake and Laney dressed to meet their daughter at the courthouse. "You bastard"!, screamed Ivy, "How dare you fucking keep me in this shithole"! "Quiet, young lady"!, ordered the judge, "I will not tolerate that in my courtroom." All thru the hearing Ivy would glance behind her and give Snake a dirty look, he would glare back at her, silently letting her know that he was at the end of his rope. "I sentence you to 6 months in the county jail," said the judge. One slam of the gavel and Ivy was pushed out of the courtroom in handcuffs. "We did the right thing, Laney," said Snake, comforting his wife. The 6 months seemed to pass like 6 minutes for Snake who had been enjoying the peace and quiet. His solitude was smashed when the phone rang. "Daddy"? I need you to come get me." Snake went to the jail to pick up his daughter, neither of them happy to see the other. "Your mom's at work, I didn't get a chance to call her and tell her you were coming home today," said Snake on the way home. "Like it matters much Dad," Ivy answered sarcastically,"I won't be home long anyway." As they pulled into the driveway, flashbacks of the past blurred Snake's vision. "Ok Ivy, there's gonna be some rules now that you're home," said Snake, closing the front door. "Rules"? "What the fuck are rules Dad"?, she asked. "Don't get smart with me dammit, you've fucked up for the last time Ivy, I'm serious." "Now sit your ass down and we'll go over what's allowed and what's not," said Snake. "Fuck this man, I'm gonna go call Tina and the guys," she said. "Like hell you are, you're gonna sit your ass down and shut up and listen to me," he said, grabbing her by the arm. "Get your fucking hands off me dad, just cuz I'm home now doesn't mean you can start being an asshole again." Snake had had enough of his daughter's "fuck you" attitude. Without even realizing what he was doing he had grabbed her arm tighter and pulled her young body to his, pressing her firm breasts into his chest. Their faces only a few inches apart, their hearts pounding, the only sound in the room, they stood eye to eye. Without a word, Snake leaned in and kissed his daughter, hard, jerking her head back. She moaned thru their kiss and momentarily tried to fight him. But it was no use, he was much bigger and much taller then her petite 5'5, 122 lb frame. Their kiss was passionate and hot as Snake slid his hands around to his daughter's firm little ass. Cupping it tightly, he picked her up and carried her to the hallway wall. Ivy couldn't resist him so she wrapped her slender legs around his waist, pulling their bodies together as one. The wall was hard against her back as her father pressed into her, using his body to hold her up against the wall. With quick hands he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, sending the small silver buttons flying in every direction. His zipper snapped making a loud buzzing sound as it lowered. His filthy jeans fell to his ankles as he gripped Ivy's hips, pulling her leather skirt up over her thighs. His eyes widened when he realized she was not wearing panties. This made his cock throb, he could feel the blood pulsating thru his thick shaft as he gazed down to his daughter's hidden treasure. "You just gonna stare at it or you gonna fuck me"? she asked. He looked up at her, into his daughter's eyes. When had she grown up to be so beautiful? How had he not noticed? He smiled wickedly as he leaned forward, cupping her ass again and kissing her hard, forcing his thick tongue into her mouth. As they kissed, his cock slipped into his daughter's cunt. He groaned thru the kiss, gripping her ass tighter. She broke the kiss to let out a loud moan, she could not believe how big her father was. As he pumped her, his cock probing her insides deeper, she would moan louder, more and more breathlessly. Snake loved the way his daughter felt, the way she smelled, the way her lips tasted. Like a man possessed he began fucking her harder, bucking his hips into her. Her young body banging the cold hard wall behind her. He slid his tongue down to her neck, then over to her earlobe, sucking it hard, biting it. Ivy loved how that felt. She turned her head to the side, allowing her father access to her neck. She moaned and groaned as he fucked her and his teeth bit into her flesh. She placed her hands on her father's shoulders, using them to slide her up, till just her father's cock tip was inside her. She looked down to kiss him again. He was so big, so strong. Then with no warning, she slammed down, forcing his cock even deeper into her. They both let out a loud groan as he felt Ivy's pussy tighten around his cock, clamping down and milking it for everything she was worth. "Oh God Daddy, don't stop"! she begged, her breathing labored. Sweat began to drip down between Ivy's tits, making her body very slippery and hard to hold onto. Snake let out another loud groan, almost an angry groan as he lifted her from the wall and carried her into her bedroom. Their bodies crashed thru the door, landing on Ivy's bed. The loud sounds of water crashing echoed off the room as he took his place on top of his daughter, fucking her unmercifully on her king size waterbed. He leaned back, grabbing her legs and pulling them up to his shoulders, making her already tight pussy even tighter. Ivy moaned as her eyes rolled back into her head. She was sent over the edge and didn't care if anyone heard her moans. Snake fell forward, reaching up and grabbing Ivy's hands, pinning them above her head, showing her that he was always in total control. The bed rocked, sensual waves of lust as Snake continued pounding his daughter. Ivy could feel her father's balls slapping her ass with each thrust. She thought about all the times she had fantasized about fucking her father. She suddenly became very wet, she could feel her cunt juices running down to the crack of her ass. "Oh God Daddy, I'm going to cummmmm"! she screamed, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. "Oh fuck baby, cummmm with Daddy, I'm so fucking close"! he yelled out. Their bodies thrashed on the bed, their moans in complete unison with each other as they both hit their climax. "Ooooooooooo fuck ..... ahhhhhhhhhh ...... baby, take it, take daddy's cum"!! he yelled, pumping his daughter's cunt full of his cum. Ivy screamed in pure extasy as she felt her father's cum coating her pussy. Her young body began shaking as she spilled her sticky sweet juices all over his cock. "Ooooooooo daddy, yesssssss oh god yesssssssss, ahhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed. For just a moment they stayed there, breathing heavily, both covered in sweat, small waves still churning in the waterbed. Snake leaned down, gently kissing his new fucktoy, running his tongue along her bottom lip. Ivy playfully stuck her tongue out in a game of tug of war. After the kiss, Snake gently slid his cock out of his daughter's pussy. A small stream of cum followed, settling into Ivy's ass crack and some on her comforter. He stood up and extended his hand, offering to help Ivy up. There they stood, father and daughter, both naked and sweaty, kissing. Snake gently rubbed his daughter's back as they kissed. She giggled as tiny goose bumps covered her body. "Daddy loves you Ivy, never forget that," he whispered as she snuggled close to him. "I love you too Daddy." Ivy The sound of crickets and cicadas sounded loud in the dark of the woods. An owl hooted and somewhere in the distance, a deer crashed through the bush. It was just past nightfall and Joshua Gardner was on his way home from his grandfather's farm after helping bale and put up hay. He was sweaty and itchy from the grass and hauling bales up into the old barn loft. It had reached almost ninety degrees today out in the fields. Eighteen year old Josh was a hard worker and a hardy young man, grown tough by heavy farm work. But even the hardiest of souls drooped after a day working in this heat. Now the small pond that ran along the border of the two properties sounded like heaven and he took off at an almost trot towards his favorite swimming hole. He'd almost reached it when he heard a voice. It startled him, so he dropped to his haunches, creeping forward just far enough to be able to carefully pull aside the brush. His jaw dropped, his eyes opening wide at the sight before him. It was the new lady who bought the old Tilford place after Mrs. Tilford passed. She'd been living there for a few weeks now, and Josh had gotten a good look at her when he'd dropped off a delivery there for his Gramps. Now he was getting an even better look. She was standing at the edge of his pond, her head tipped back, staring up at the starlit sky above her. Her hands were on her waist, her hair held in a clip at the back of her head. As he watched, she reached up, taking the clip from her hair, shaking her head. The glistening locks fell free, white blonde in the light of the moon, almost as if shafts of moonlight had fallen to bath her in its glory. Josh shook his head at his own fanciful notions, but the thought stuck with him as he watched her. She reached for the buttons on the short sleeved red checked blouse she wore, slowly slipping them free. Dropping it on the shore, she lifted her arms above her head, gathering her hair and letting it slip slowly free like a waterfall of molten silver beams. She stretched, then her hands went to the front of her body and he saw the straps of her bra loosen, falling down her arms to land on top of her shirt. She slowly rubbed her shoulder and he could see the imprint of the strap in her soft pale skin. She turned to the side and he could see the soft curve of her breast, the heavy rounding of flesh and the soft dark tip. They seemed almost weightless against her slender ribs, standing tall and firm. He felt his heart jump into his throat, his cock jerking and twitching in his jeans as if it had a mind of its own. He'd never seen a woman as beautiful as this, not even Cora Jean Messenger, the girl he'd been dating for the past six months. She was almost flat as a board, though she had huge nipples that protruded from the small bumps of her tits. She had let him touch them, let Josh put his mouth on her nipple and taste her skin but then she'd giggled, pulling away and leaving him with a major set of blue balls. The lady in the clearing bent, her hands pulling at the soft terry cloth shorts she wore, pulling them down her long legs, leaving her clad in a small pair of cotton bikini panties that barely covered the curves of her bottom. She stepped out of them, dropping them from the tips of her fingers onto her slowly growing pile of clothes. The beat of his heart seemed almost too loud, he was surprised she didn't hear it, pounding from his hiding place at the side of the clearing, peering at her from beneath a bush. His lungs seemed full of air too thick to expel, leaving him to pant as he tried to catch his breath. He wanted to stand up and beg her to pull down those tiny panties, or maybe throw himself at her feet and tell her how incredibly gorgeous he thought she was. But the thought of her screaming, calling his folks and telling them what a pervert their son was kept him where he was, breathless, his cock throbbing against his jeans, silently urging her to take off that last piece of cloth. When her hands ran across the tips of her breasts, he almost groaned, barely keeping it inside. She cupped the round, smooth flesh, her fingers tugging on her nipples, twisting gently. Lifting her fingers to her lips, she licked them sensually, letting her head fall back as her wet digits caressed her nipples. Then her hands were on her stomach, traveling slowly over the softness of the flesh over her ribs, trailing over the tiny indent of her navel until they tangled in the waistband of her panties. With a quick flourish, she pushed them down, stepping out of them and giving Josh a sight he would never forget, not even if he aged till he was one hundred. Bent over, facing away from him, her bottom split into two ripe halves, her taut thighs teasing him with glimpses of the soft pink flesh of her pussy that he could see between. She was an amazing sight, her hair falling over her, her hands slipping the small leg openings off her feet, before standing once more and dropping the panties to the pile of clothing. She turned, facing him, letting him see that her pussy was completely bare, shaved or waxed until not a hair remained. The lips of her sex were thick, the fleshy bud of her clit peeping out from between them. As he watched, she slid her hands down her stomach, one sliding between her thighs, slowly strumming her fingers over her hardened clit. He must have made some sort of noise for she turned and looked up at him, finding him in the brush. She gasped, her hands coming to cover her body as best as she could. One arm went across her luscious tits, the other hand slid between her thighs, covering her bare mound. Even as she tried to hide herself, Joshua saw her shiver in reaction. "Who are you?" she called, a note of frustration in her voice. "I...I'm sorry ma'am. I...I didn't mean to spy." He stood, pushing his way into the clearing, his eyes roaming over her near nudity. "Aren't you the Gardner boy?" she asked, moving closer. "I can't see a thing. I took my contacts out before coming out here." "Yes, I'm Josh Gardner. I...I really am sorry ma'am." But he didn't stop gawking. She was close to fifteen years older than his own eighteen years of age, but she had a body that was absolutely gorgeous. "Well come closer," she said, dropping her hand from her breasts and waving him nearer. "I don't know if you got my name that day you dropped off those hay bales. I'm Ivy Brown, Mrs. Brown." Josh took a step closer, his eyes almost bulging as she seemed to relax in front of him. He knew she was waiting for him to say something but he couldn't think of a thing to say, not this close to the beauty of her body. He nodded his head, trying to look at anything but her. "Cat's got your tongue, huh?" she teased lightly. "I'm sorry, I'm a terrible tease. I was going to take a dip in the pond. It's so hot and muggy out I couldn't even think of staying in the house anymore tonight. Would you care to join me?" "J-join you? You mean, in the pond, n-naked?" "Well, I didn't bring a suit, did you?" He shook his head mutely hearing her sweet laugh trill out into the night. Her tits jiggled slightly, the nipples growing hard as he watched. "Come on, Josh Gardner. Take a chance and come swimming with a lady old enough to be your mother." She took a step back, her hand dropping from her groin. She raised both her hands, wiggling her fingers at him as she took a step into the cool waters of the pond. "It'll be heavenly," she promised in a husky whisper. His hands were shaking as he raised them to his tee shirt, pulling it from his body. Farm work and football had given him a muscled physique, rippling his stomach and making his chest wide and broad. With his dark hair and brown eyes, he was a handsome youth, one that the girls all sighed over when he walked down the halls of his school. "Very nice," Ivy said, her eyes taking in each inch of bare skin he exposed. He could feel her eyes on his hands as he brought them to the button fly of his jeans and knew a moment of shyness that had his skin flushing red. "Let me help," she said softly, walking toward him. She nudged his hands away from his jeans, replacing them with her own. The soft skin of her fingers trailed along the sensitive skin of his lower belly, making him shiver, sensations shifting through him, causing his cock to jerk, already hard from the Ivy's strip tease with the moon as her spotlight. He moaned softly, unable to help himself as her fingers stroked along the long, hard bulge of his cock. "This is all you?" she asked suddenly, squeezing the bulge gently in her palm. "Oh it is," she said on a rush of breath. "How wonderful." "M-M-Mrs. B-Brown," he stammered, his hips moving unconsciously against her hand. "Y-you're gonna make me..." "Come?" she asked upon a short laugh. "Not yet I'm not." She dropped to her knees in the soft grass that surrounded the pool, her industrious fingers easily opening his buttons. Then she pushed the jeans to the ground, stopping so he could kick off his shoes before running her hands over the tented bulge in his shorts. "Very nice, Joshua. May I have a taste?" she asked, her tongue licking out and swiping at her full upper lip. "Y-you want to...to..." "I want to take this beautiful cock in my mouth, Joshua, and give you a blowjob until you spew your hot cum into my mouth." She gazed up at him and he couldn't help but think of some of the pictures he'd seen on the web, older women, beautiful older women kneeling submissively at a younger man's feet, willing to please him, to do anything that would make him feel good. "Oh God," he groaned, reaching out tentatively and stroking his hand through the softness of her hair. "Yes." Her smile was full, predatory and promising, her hands moving up to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them gently down until his cock popped free, almost slapping her in the face as it sprang free of the restricting fabric. She helped him free his feet of his shorts, then ran her hands up over his hairy legs, stopping just before reaching the apex of his thighs. Josh's eyes were peeled to her face, watching her expressions as she stared at his cock. He'd wondered how he would stack up against other guys, though he'd never really looked at any other guy. But the look in her eyes, the admiration he could see, told him he must be doing okay. The first touch of her hand, stroking softly down from the tip of his cock to the base, nearly sent him to his knees. It was so different than the feel of his own hand on those nights when sleep evaded him until he tamed the lust that flowed through his body. Hers was soft, her skin satiny smooth, her grip delicately tight. Her thumb brushed over the tip, feeling the copious amounts of pre-cum that slicked the thick head. With her eyes on him, she leaned forward, her tongue licking over her lips, wetting them, before sliding over the curved head. Wet heat engulfed him, slowly taking more and then more until he pressed up against the back of her throat, almost making her gag. His knees went weak at the sensations, his legs shaking as she pulled back, her hand coming up to cradle his balls, slowly rolling them in her palm, gently pulling and stretching at the wrinkled skin. He closed his eyes, his hands going to her head, holding each side as she bobbed against him. He could feel the suction around him as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing out. "Oh God, I...I'm not going to last long," he cried, his hips jerking as he started to thrust into her mouth. Her hand stroked his shaft in time to the suckling of her mouth, humming as he swelled in her mouth. His balls felt as if they were churning, his cock felt as if it would explode. Heat shot through him, a tingling rush that had him throwing his head back, crying out as he filled her mouth with his cum. The first rush shot into the back of her throat, the next filled her mouth full. He felt her swallowing, a sensation unlike anything he'd ever thought to experience before. It sent another pulse through him and he filled her mouth once more, a groan of satisfaction escaping his lips. Even as he finished coming, she kept him in her mouth, her tongue slipping around his still hard shaft, sneaking into the crevices and lapping up any of his spunk that had escaped her lips. Content that he was clean, she leaned back, her hand stroking over his cock, keeping him hard even as he tried to catch his breath. "Hmm," she moaned softly, licking her lips. "I enjoyed that, did you?" "Oh God," he groaned. "If I'd enjoyed it any more the top of my head would have blown off." She chuckled, a husky almost rusty sound. "I take it you've never done that before." It was a statement, not a question. "N-no, my girlfriend doesn't believe in premarital anything." "You poor boy," she said in a friendly manner, her free hand sliding up to her breast and tweaking her hard nipple. "So you're still a virgin then?" "Yes," he sighed, his eyes riveted upon her hand as she squeezed her tits, cupping one and bringing her nipple to her mouth so that she might run her tongue around the hard tip. "C-can I do that?" he asked. "I was hoping you'd want to," she said. Josh held his hand out to her. "Uh, I'm not sure I know what to do, Mrs. Brown." "Oh please, you just came in my mouth, I think you can call me Ivy," she laughed, though not cruelly. "You just do what you want and I promise, I'll let you know if I enjoy it." "Can I kiss you, Ivy?" "Definitely," she said, rising and stepping into his arms. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her hard nipples felt like tiny little drills, boring pleasurably into his skin. His hands went to her waist, slid around to her back as he dropped his head to kiss her. She was exactly at the right height, just small enough to make him feel manly but not too short that he had to get a crick in his neck to kiss her. Pulling her closer, he felt her lift on her toes, leaning into him and letting him hold up her weight. He could taste his come in her mouth, a slightly bitter taste but it didn't turn him off, instead, he found it an odd reminder of the pleasure she'd given him, making him moan as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She suckled on it, her moan telling him of her delight in his uninhibited response. He could have stayed that way, kissing her forever, but her hands were moving over his body, slowly but surely driving him mad to have her again. Brazenly, he slid his fingers over her side, stroking under her arm and finding the curve of her breast. His hand lifted the unfamiliar texture of her flesh, lifting it and marveling at how it could be so firm yet so soft at the same time. Then he brushed his thumb over the hardened nub of her nipple, feeling her shudder delicately in his arms. "Oh yes," she moaned, pulling from his mouth, her hands going to his head to pull him down so that he could take her nipple in his mouth. "Suck on it," she told him softly. "Lick at it and use your teeth." "You want me to bite you?" he asked, chagrined. She laughed. "No, more like nibble. Let me feel your teeth but don't try to bite my nipple off." "Like this?" he asked, scraping his teeth gently over her fragile flesh. He heard her moan and felt her hands push deeper into his hair, holding him to her. "Yes," she hissed, arching her back. "That feels wonderful, Josh." He liked the way she tasted, slightly salty from the heat. He lapped at the small morsel, kissing it before turning to the other breast. With his mouth opened wide, he sucked as much of her tit as he could in his mouth before nibbling on her nipple. Her moans seemed to urge him on and he made love to her beautiful mounds until she was a twisting writhing mass in his arms. She finally pulled away from him, going to one of the larger trees near the bank of the pool. Lying down in the soft grass, she held her arms up for him, her smile beckoning and welcoming him. He hurried to her, dropping to his knees beside her, watching as she teasingly spread open her thighs, letting him see the petal pink flesh inside. She was glistening with her juices, the aroma of her arousal filling the air around them. "Have you ever kissed a woman's pussy, Josh?" she asked. "No," he whispered, his eyes drawn to that part of her anatomy. Without waiting for her directions, he slipped between her parted thighs, scooting down until his feet were in the gently lapping water, his mouth right above her bare mound. "You'll tell me if I don't do something right?" he asked self-consciously. "Oh you'll know." Closing his eyes, he stuck his tongue out, swiping it through the pretty flesh. He blinked in surprise at the taste. He'd thought it would be gross or smelly. Instead she tasted almost sweet. Moving closer, he stared down at the thick lips laid out before him. His fingers moved down, pulling her lips apart, holding her open for his tongue. Breathing in, he could smell the musky aroma of her sex, it was a heady scent, one that had his cock standing at attention, begging for more of the newness of Ivy. "Come on, Josh honey," she said breathlessly. "Don't tease me." "Why not?" he asked seriously, his eyes upon her pretty face. She rose up on her elbows, her bright blue eyes shining at him. "Not to sound like your mother or anything, Josh, but...Because I said so," she ordered sternly though the glint of humor was still in her eyes. "Yes, ma'am," he agreed. He dived back between her thighs, his tongue searching through her fragrant folds, lapping at the sweetness of her. He found her clit accidentally, hearing her groan as he nudged the small bead of flesh, gasping as he nibbled upon it, then sucked it into his mouth. "Oh yeah, right there, Josh," she almost purred, her hips moving under his tongue. "God yes," she hissed, her hands digging into the grasses at her side. Her thighs gripped his head, her body starting to writhe under him, her head shifting restlessly. Josh felt her begin to quiver, felt the flesh his tongue was buried in start to spasm. She cried out with pleasure, her hand reaching out to pull his head even closer, almost suffocating him in her flesh. Before she was finished, he pulled away, pushing her thighs apart and climbing clumsily between. He held his cock in his hand, directing it toward her pussy. With a quick thrust, he filled her, shivering at the sensations being held in her hot wet grip were sending through him. He heard her grunt, felt the fluttering of the muscles in side her body and had to grit his teeth to keep from coming. "Josh!" she cried, grabbing hold of his shoulders as he started moving inside of her. He plunged slowly, savoring his first fuck, eager to learn everything he could teach her. He felt her hands move over his back, sliding down the taut muscles and over to his ass where she gripped him, pulling him even deeper. He fucked her, feeling her legs come up to wrap around his waist, her hands urging him on. He could hear her cries and moans as he thrust faster into her wetness, felt her hand slip between them, her fingers going to her clit, strumming it quickly. Her body seemed to contort, growing taut as a bow, her eyes going blind as her climax took her over once more. He held still above her, waiting until she relaxed under him. Then he grabbed her waist, rolling with her until she sat above him, her cunt sliding even further down his cock. "You fuck me," he growled, watching as her eyes grew wide, her lips tipping up. "Oh for the stamina of youth," she quipped, balancing herself with her hands on his chest. She started to grind against him, rising and lowering over him. He let his hands roam over her body, loving the way her tits jiggled with her every move, her nipples hard little points. "You feel so good, baby," she lisped. Ivy She rode him, moving surely. He watched her face, enjoying every emotion displayed there. She bit her lip, letting her head fall back, her long hair shimmering around her. He dug in his heels, moving his hips under hers, thrusting up into her. She grabbed his hand, pushing it against her bare mound. "Play with my clit," she gasped. "Rub it quick." "I'm going to c-come," he growled. "Oh yeah, come for me," she panted, quickening her pace, grinding against his hand. "Come with me," she moaned. "Now?" he grunted, grabbing her waist and pulling her down hard. "Yes!" she screamed, slamming down on top of him. He pulsed inside of her, thick, rich, creamy spunk, spending himself in her, his toes curling as she drained his cock. She fell against him, lying on top of him, her hair falling to land against his face, strands dancing as his heavy breath whistled out of his mouth. They lay there, tangled together, neither of them in any hurry to move. The forest sang around them, the breeze moving the leaves in a shushing whoosh, the crickets sang and the owl hooted over head. Josh heard the sounds, the beat of his heart almost a counterpoint to the song around him. Ivy stirred first, sitting up and pushing her hair from out of her face. She bent and gave him a kiss, soft and lingering. "You are amazing," she whispered, stroking her hand over his cheek. "Really?" he asked, blushing as he thought of how that sounded. "Yes, really." She sat up, stretching above him before standing up. In the light of the moon, the trailing wetness that flooded down her thighs shone darkly against her pale skin. She turned, walking into the pool of water, giving a delicate shiver at the coolness of it. With a graceful arch, she dove under the water, swimming until she was out in the center of it. When she broke the water, she looked back, seeing him still laying where she'd left him. "Are you coming in?" she asked, treading water. He stretched, a large lazy animal, all male and muscular, long limbed, gorgeous in the moonlight. "I was thinking about it," he said slowly. "But then again, it feels good right here. You could always come back and join me." Ivy laughed. "Give a boy a good fucking and watch him become a confident man right before your very eyes. That was a very sexy invitation, Josh. But it is getting late." Joshua reached for his jeans, pulling his watch out of the pocket. He saw the time, amazed at how much time had gone by. He grabbed his shorts and yanked them on. "I have to go. It would be bad if my dad decided to come and look for me." "Is he anything like you?" Ivy asked, ducking her head back in the water to get her hair out of her face. "Nope, he's little and ugly," Josh teased. "Oh in that case, you should go." She giggled when he laughed. "Will you meet me here again?" "I'd like that." He pulled on his jeans and grabbed his shirt, tossing it over his shoulder. "Tomorrow?" "I'll be here." She waved as he left, turning and swimming underwater once more. Ivy Hi, Thanks for all of the great responses to last week's story. It was as much fun to write as most of you seemed to think it was to read. And like a lot of you I still have that song in my head. This week I wanted to do something a little bit different for me. No gimmicks, just a story driven by the characters, and a question. I hope it's not too boring, but then there's always next week. Thanks again for reading them. * * * * * * * * * * So many questions, so few answers. Can people truly change? Even if given a lifetime and the best reasons in world, can people change? More to the point can Ivy change? That's the real question in my mind as I look at her. I'd spent probably half of my life in love with this woman. She'd broken my heart twice. But on the heels of the greatest tragedy in my life she stands before me asking for a third chance to hurt me. A big part of my heart tells me that I still love her in some capacity. It also tells me that though I loved my wife more, life goes on. Should my life go on with Ivy though? Can I take the risk? Would you? I think that from the very first moment I saw her, I was in love with Ivy but also a little afraid of her. Maybe it's because I'm a bit more attuned to the mysterious powers that truly run the universe than the average guy. Maybe it's because I've already been burned twice before. But now as Ivy stands before me promising to be with me forever, my mind is telling me to get the fuck out of here once and for all. Another part of my mind is saying, "Yes do that, get out of here, but fuck her first." I should mention though that no part of my mind is saying take her up on her offer, my heart though is another matter. Let's go back near the beginning of our sad little tale and maybe you can understand my reticence to be with this goddess made flesh. I remember the first time I saw Ivy. I was in my first year of teaching math at our local community college. Ivy was in one of my remedial math classes. At 26, she was a bit older than my regular students but not by much. For that matter I wasn't much older than my students either at 24. I was actually a lot younger than some were. It was more than Ivy's age though that made her stand out from the crowd. It was...well it was everything about her. Ivy to put it simply, was a goddess among women. Okay you're already thinking about this the wrong way. Right now you have this tall willowy blonde with big hooters going through your mind don't you? Well put away your preconceived notions and get back to reality. Ivy is barely 5 feet tall, she's nearly flat chested, and her hair is dark. Her hair alone could take weeks to describe. It is one of the most incredible things about her. It's very long and very thick. It's shiny and full of natural waves that seem to tumble over her shoulders and down her back nearly to her ass. Her hair seems to have a life of its own and often moves or swings in punctuation of her sometimes abrupt head movements. Ivy's eyes always appear to be laughing, whether she's happy or horny or pissed. I think God made them that way to let us mere mortals know that this woman simply will not put up with not having a good time. Her nose is a mere button that was probably slapped in the center of her face as an afterthought. Ivy's lips are simply incredible. They are so full and pouty that they could be artificially enhanced, but no collagen has ever been injected into them. When you look at her you can just imagine what it would be like to have those lips sucking on your... Anyway those lips are also very expressive. I often found myself getting lost in them while I tried to teach about fractions or elementary algebra. Ivy is, as I mentioned very small up top, she often lamented her lack of breast size but I really think she was the only one. Her nipples are incredibly sensitive and get very hard, with only a nasty thought. Her waistline is small enough that you can put both hands around it, but from there down it's weird. Rational men can see that God has a hellified sense of humor. He often does things like giving women with the biggest natural tits, the absolute flattest asses he can, and vice versa. In Ivy's case it almost looks like her top half and bottom half came from two different women. Ivy's ass is massive and almost geometrically perfect in its roundness. The term bubble butt was coined just to describe it. Her thighs are full and round but taper down to tiny ankles and feet in a very graceful way. How the hell they got legs that long on a woman who stands barely 5 feet tall is one of the mysteries for the ages. I can't explain it all I can do is appreciate it. Ivy's voice and laugh are like bait. Her laugh is infectious and melodic and she uses it a lot. Her voice is likewise neither high pitched or deep, but so melodious she may as well be singing. Ivy could get rich as a phone sex operator. But again if you're picturing a very cultured vocal pattern and very sophisticated delivery, you'd be surprised because Ivy curses like a mule skinner, or a sailor. A little past the four week point in the semester of that first class that I taught with Ivy in it, I was torn. On one hand most of the students in my class were passing it, but on the other hand a very few were not. Ivy was one of one's who was not passing. She and I spoke often, and as I said, I was in love with her from the beginning, despite the things I'd heard. I'd often catch Ivy staring at me while she was supposed to be working her problems, so I was sure she'd at least given me some consideration as well. There was however, no way I'd even think of putting my job or ethics into question, by having any kind of relationship with a student though. I also knew that in a lot of cases, mutual attraction between a student and their instructor, magically vanishes when the class ends. I guess Ivy thought about me a lot more than I thought she did, though because she came up to me one evening after class was over. I'd packed my books and papers into my book-bag when I noticed that Ivy and I were the only ones left in the room. "Did you know that there are no rules in place, in this school that would prevent you from going out to eat with me?" she said, breaking the ice. "Did you know that you're not even close to passing this class?" I asked in response. "What the he'll does one thing have to do with the other?" she asked again. Then she let out the most musical laugh, I'd ever heard. It was as if mere mortals laughed with their lungs and their vocal cords, but Ivy laughed with her entire soul. She tilted her head back with that leonine mane of hair twitching with every syllable and just laughed. "Do you think I'm trying to get you to go out with me to boost my grades?" she laughed. "Here, look at this," she said, handing me a sheet of paper. Early registration had started that's morning, and Ivy had signed up to take the class all over again. "I suck at math," she laughed. "I'm trying my ass off, and I'm doing better in your class than I ever have in any math class ever. But I didn't think I'd pass it. I was expecting to take all of my math classes twice." "Oh," I said. I had the feeling that I had just blown a golden opportunity. I had spent a considerable amount of time lately, jacking off to thoughts of Ivy, yet when she approached me I'd just ruined the possibility of it ever happening. "Shit," she said, still smiling. "I really fucked this up didn't I? I guess I'm not psychic after all. I've been sitting here all of this time thinking that you liked me and were just too shy to do anything about it." She looked at me again, as if she was analyzing me. "I guess it's a case of transference, huh?" "A case of what?" I asked. "Transference," she repeated. "In psychology we learned that people sometimes think that because they feel a certain way everyone else does as well or sometimes just specific other people. I guess I thought that since I like you so much, you felt the same." She stood up she said this and started walking towards me. Her cropped top and incredibly tight jeans outlining her body with every step. The closer she got to me, the more I wanted her. It was amazing to me, the effect she had on me while fully dressed and in public. "Are you sure you don't want to grab something to eat with me? Maybe just as friends, or to discuss what I can do not to fail your class twice?" she asked in a teasing little voice. At that moment all of those creatures from Greek mythology and the SyFy network finally made sense. I was the incredible two headed man. One of my heads was telling me to get as far from Ivy as humanly possible. Meanwhile the other head wasn't saying shit, but it was hard enough that I could have driven nails into concrete with it. "I am kind of hungry," I heard myself say. Ivy followed me to the parking lot, chattering cheerfully the whole way. She told me about how she thought that she should follow me to the restaurant so she wouldn't have to come back and get her car. She was embarrassed by her car, a twenty year old Chevy S10 truck, but she intended to get a newer more environmentally friendly vehicle as soon as she graduated and started making more money. She was awed by the fact that the university urged its staff to drive environmentally friendly vehicles like professor Morton's Toyota Prius. "Why are we stopping here?" she asked. I pulled out my key fob and opened the door of my 09, 45th Anniversary edition Mustang GT. The car with its twin screw supercharger put out over 500 horsepower. It has 19 inch Helo tease black rims, with a custom body paint matching rim around their periphery. The oversized Shelby brake calipers had been painted to match the body panels as well. All of the car's lights were blacked out and the windows were tinted as dark as legally possible. The car was a monster. "Uhm how is this environmentally friendly?" she asked, tapping a tiny foot on the concrete. "Shit, Ivy," I said, smiling. "The whole car is painted green. And it's got a row of leaves painted like they're lying across the hood and the door panels. You simply can not be more earth friendly that this. In fact my car's name is..." She smiled even bigger and looked at me. The look was so enticing that I forgot what I was saying. "Those aren't leaves," she said. "They're Ivy. And if you wanted me lie down and spread on your hood or any other place all you had to do was ask." That conversation set the tone for our entire friendship. Notice that I used the word friendship, not relationship. Ivy and I had a great dinner at Texas Roadhouse, and we ended up sitting in the swing on my porch for a long time. She even called her babysitter and paid her a little more to stay with her kids longer. But we did not have sex. I was pretty sure that we could have, but believe it or not it was me not Ivy saying no. We'd spent the evening just talking. I don't think I ever had a more pleasant conversation with anyone in my life. We talked about everything we could think of. We got along perfectly. By the end of the evening we were sitting there in my porch swing wrapped around each other and holding hands. With that amazing ass pressed up against my dick that was harder than a cylindrical diamond, Ivy raised her lips to mine. When I moved away, she smiled, but I could tell she was disappointed. "Awww," she said, kissing my hand instead. "You can't tell me we're still only friends after all of this. This has been the best date of my whole life." "Mine too, Ivy," I said. "But this...you're really special and I don't want to mess it up." "Awww," she said again. "You are so sweet." she gave me one last hug, and started for her truck. As I watched Ivy's amazing hind quarters gently shifting their way down my driveway towards her truck, I felt my chest to make sure her nipples hadn't drawn blood when she hugged me. She turned around and caught me staring at her ass, and smiled. "Last chance," she said. I shook my head and said, "Nope," feeling like a fool. "Don't worry," she said from the window of her truck. "You'll have plenty of other chances." After that night, Ivy and I started seeing a lot of each other. She was the sweetest woman I'd ever met. She had a heart of gold and would give anyone the clothes off her back. I was sure that Ivy might just be the woman I wanted to marry. On the other hand we hadn't had sex yet, due mostly again to me. I had trouble reconciling my sweet and wonderful friend with what I'd been told about her. Once I started dating her, people came out of the woodwork to tell me about her. Some of the things they told me I already knew. Ivy had told them to me herself. There were other things though that just don't often come up in polite conversation. I knew that Ivy was 26 years old. I also knew that she had three children. Her oldest daughter Jasmine was 10. And she had another daughter Rose, who was 7 and her son Michael was 5. She'd also already told me that none of the kids had the same father. She was constantly going to court with this guy or that to arrange payment for back owed child support. Ivy worked in a grocery store during the day and went to school three nights a week. Two of those night were spent in my math class and Ivy was still failing. Actually she was doing worse than before we started dating. She told me one night that she'd changed her math class next semester into a different section so she'd have another instructor. When she saw that I was hurt, she told me that I could tutor her, but there was no way she could go through this twice. "Go through what twice?" I asked. "Ivy you don't have to go out with me." "I know that silly man," she said. "I'm not talking about your teaching. You're a great teacher, but unfortunately you're a better boyfriend. When I come to class now, I can barely concentrate. I just want to sit there and stare at you and imagine us fucking. But I know we're not going to until I'm out of your class, because of your ethics." I just smiled at her. I was shocked that she thought of me as her boyfriend. That statement alone would launch a few loads of jizm into my sheets tonight, true or not. "But seriously, Tim," she calls me Tim because that's my name. "I'm not sure I should be telling you this yet, but I think you're the man I'm supposed to settle down with." Other students started coming into the classroom so she came closer to me and whispered her next statement softly. "Just think, as soon as I'm done flunking your class, every part of me will belong to you. You'll be able to do whatever you want to me. Whenever you want to." Before I could say anything back to her she turned and walked to her seat. I put a few of the problems from the chapter on the board and told the students to solve them before the lecture. I walked around the classroom looking at what my students were doing. I helped a couple of them that were stuck. And corrected a few who had the wrong answer or had used the wrong method to solve the problems. When I got to Ivy, I dropped a note on her desk and walked right by. I'd written the note when I assigned the problems. It was very short only three little words and a name. "I love you, Ivy." I looked back at her a few minutes later and saw that she was doing one of those bizarre things that only women and rodeo clowns can manage. She was smiling and had huge tears rolling down her cheeks at the same time. A few minutes later, she gathered her things and ran out of the classroom. I was puzzled and to be truthful, a little bit upset. I wondered why she'd left, and if she'd come back. I guess in a very real way, I was torn. The same way I am right now. I guess I've always been confused about Ivy. It took me a long time to realize that with Ivy being what she is, I can't judge her the way you judge normal women. The Pagans and many other religious sects worship an earth deity. This goddess is on one hand benevolent and makes the plants grow and brings gentle rain to provide water, yada yada yada. But on the other hand that same bitch brings tornados and hurricanes and volcanic eruptions that devastate the planet and kill many of those same plants and small animals. It doesn't make any fucking sense. Ivy was the same. On one hand she was my sweet, kind, gentle and loving friend. Notice I didn't say girlfriend. That whole girlfriend/boyfriend thing was Ivy's words. I had never asked her to be exclusive. You're viewing things the way she did through girl logic. Girl logic is the way that women view things. It is not an exact science, it isn't based on any logical or rational set of rules or laws, and it morphs constantly. In Ivy's mind we were boyfriend and girlfriend because she thought we were. Okay I know what you're thinking. Yesiree Bob! I had just passed her a note saying I loved her. But shit, I love Eva Mendes too, but it doesn't make her my girlfriend. I love my Mustang more than I love most people, but it won't make her human. Love has its limits. I did and do love Ivy. She is just as beautiful and just a sweet and wonderful as I've described her, but she's more like that Earth goddess than a woman. On one hand she's the sweet and kind woman I've described. But on the other hand, my Ivy is probably the biggest whore I've ever known. Ivy will probably fuck any guy who looks at her. I'm always amazed at the sheer volume of guys who come up to me and tag me on the back and tell me how lucky I am to be fucking Ivy. It made me feel like I was part of some worldwide fraternity composed of men in every country and every city on the face of the earth. Our only connection is that fact that somewhere or some-when, we've all been lucky enough to glimpse that special view of heaven, that is visible only between Ivy's thighs. But in my case it's like I'd stolen my membership card because I hadn't been there yet. Ivy herself has in her honesty, made no secret of the fact that she loves to fuck. Most people do. And I've read enough articles to know that no matter how much pussy a guy has had, he'd have to probably triple it to come close to the number of dicks his wife or girlfriend has had. There are probably a few exceptions to this rule of course, there are some women who stayed relatively pure until they got married. But let's face it the average woman can have sex with nearly any man she wants just by letting him know she's willing. Ivy on the other hand puts them to shame. Ivy and I have never talked about the number of people we've been with. But if even a quarter of the things I've heard about her are true, she probably has her own category in the Guinness book. She's done it all gangbangs, sports teams, and every kinky thing you can name or imagine. To be truthful, unlike what Ivy thinks, it isn't any sense of ethics that's keeping us from having sex. It's a combination of things. First I'm intimidated as to how any normal male could ever please a pagan sex goddess. And even if I did, how long would it be before I was just another notch on her sexual gun-belt. She obviously has big notches and little ones. The small notches are just names somewhere in her memory. The really big notches are the ones she'll remember for at least 18 years while she chases them down for child support. I really did love Ivy, but I just couldn't see any kind of future for us. I'm a one woman man, and I needed to know that my woman was the same way. I just didn't think that Ivy could be that girl. In fact despite all of her talk of love and all the rest of it, I was sure that Ivy was still fucking guys left and right while we were dating. I remember picking Ivy up from the store she worked at one Saturday morning. We squeezed Ivy, myself and all three of her kids into my Mustang. Luckily all of her kids were small. I'd picked up the kids first while Ivy worked the early morning shift. When I went into the store to get Ivy so we could have a picnic in a nearby state park, she was trying to settle an argument between two of the store's janitors. Ivy They were about to come to blows because one of the guys had used the others' special mop. The way that Ivy calmed them down and the things she said told me a lot about her. "He knows it's your mop, Steve," she told one of the guys. "But all of the mops were bought to keep the store clean, so if you weren't using it, someone else may as well use it." Then she very affectionately elbowed him in his side, and said, "Right?" The man had smiled and nodded right back at Ivy and I knew then and there that he had fucked her, and probably intended to again. The look on his face also told me that he expected to relatively soon. I guess I'd been thinking of Ivy as my mop. But clearly it didn't matter how much I cherished her. In her mind any time we weren't together, anyone else could use her. That kind of put things in perspective for me. I left the store before Ivy saw me and got back into the car with her kids. Jasmine Ivy's oldest daughter leaned into the front seat as usual to talk to me. "Tim, what did my mommy have to do to be your girlfriend?" she asked. "Who told you that your mom was my girlfriend?" I asked her. "Everybody," she said. "My grandma even said she hopes that mommy can stop being a hoe, so she doesn't lose you." "Jazz do you know what any of that even means?" I asked, hoping that the little girl was shielded from the details of her mother's sex life. She nodded her head seriously. "If mommy loses you, can I be your girlfriend? I'm not a hoe." "I think I'm a little old for you Jazz," I said just as Ivy sat down in the car. "Who's a little old for Jazz," asked Ivy smiling. "Does my girl have a boy in her sights already? And speaking of being in someone's sights. Marsha told me you were in the store honey. You should have come and waited for me." She reached out to kiss me and I pretended not to notice. The picnic went great that day, except for the fact that I avoided spending any time alone with Ivy. What I'd seen in the store started me thinking about the true nature of our relationship. I guess it made me think about where I saw us going and how. I truly loved Ivy, more than I'd ever loved any woman in my life at that time, but I suddenly realized that things would never, could never work for us. My plan until then had been to ask Ivy to marry me as soon as the semester was over. I'd even started seriously looking at and inquiring about engagement rings. I guess in my mind since Ivy often told me that I was the only man she was dating, and also the only man other than their fathers that she allowed around her kids, that it meant something. Now I saw that though she hadn't lied to me, my own foolishness had put ideas in my head. I thought that since she wasn't dating anyone else, that she wasn't fucking anyone else either, silly me. When most of us go to the dentist, we know that it's probably going to be painful. We go anyway because we know that in the long run, short time pain is better for us than a more serious health problem. That's why I went to Ivy's store the next day while she wasn't working. Marsha recognized me and came and told me that Ivy wasn't working. I told her that I was planning something for Ivy and needed some help from the two guys who worked in the back. Marsha told me to go on back and see Dave and Steve, but not to stay too long because they hardly ever did any work anyway. Dave was sitting in the back on a stack of crates. I knew he was Dave by the nametag on his shirt. "Hey Dave," I said. He nodded at me. He knew I seemed familiar but he couldn't remember where he knew me from. "I need to ask you a question, but I need you to keep it between you and me," I said. He nodded again. "How long have you been fucking Ivy?" At first he got nervous, but when he saw that I wasn't upset he just smiled. "About 3 years," he said. "It started the first day I came to work here." "Has it slowed down any in the past 2 months?" I asked. He thought about it for a while, as Steve joined us. "Actually, I think I'm getting more now," he said. "More what?" asked Steve. "I've been getting more pussy from Ivy these past few weeks," snapped Dave. "If it's any of your business. How about you? Do you think the truck drivers are getting more too?" I just walked away as they started arguing. "You dumb ass," I heard Steve say. That was the guy she wants to marry, why would you tell him you were fucking her. Now we all might get cut off." "Don't worry about it guys," I told them from the doorway. "I have no intention of getting anyone cut off." I left the store with an empty hole in my chest where my heart used to be. I went and saw the Dean of my college and asked him if it was too late to change my mind about accepting the job teaching algebra at the state university. Originally I'd turned the job down even though it meant more money and more prestige because I didn't want to leave the area and Ivy. He told me that as far as he knew they still didn't have anyone and he was pretty sure the job was mine if I wanted it. I told him that I did and he made a phone call. After he got off the phone he told me that I could drive up to the state capital and meet with them the following evening. I reminded thin that I had class tomorrow evening as well. He told me he'd have someone cover my class. I thanked him and headed for my evening class. When I got to class Ivy was standing in front of the door waiting for me. I opened the door and started putting problems on the board. She and the other students filed into the room and took their seats. Class went as usual, with Ivy sitting in the front row staring and smiling at me the whole time. When I walked around the room helping students work their problems, I sat down next to her. "You really should try to work some of the problems, so you can pass next time," I said. "I hope your next instructor treats you better." She looked at me with a funny look and stopped smiling. "Tim, in my whole life, no man has ever treated me better than you do. Remember that note you gave me last class?" she opened a heart shaped locket around her neck and pulled out the note. It was folded very small so it would fit inside the locket. "This is the exact same way I feel about you," she said smiling again. "Do you know that I think about you all fucking day long? And my kids love you too, Tim. Even Jasmine does, and she doesn't like anything or anyone. That girl doesn't even talk to her own father, but she talks to you." "I love her too," I said. I had to try really hard not to cry while class was going on. Somehow though I managed to make it through the rest of the night. In the last hour of class I reviewed everything the class would need to know for the final exam the following week. They all cheered when I handed out a take-home practice test that would show them the types of problems they'd need to know how to solve for the final. "So where are we going?" asked Ivy. "Ivy I have to get up very early tomorrow. I have to drive up to the state capital for a meeting. I'm sorry it just came up," I said. Her face exploded in a smile. "That's what you've been so down about?" she asked. "Look silly man, I told you that I love you. One day apart isn't going to hurt us. We're going to be together forever. Walk me to my truck." She started laughing again. "You really had me scared for a while. You had me thinking you were about to give me the speech all of my girlfriends get, when a guy doesn't want to fuck them anymore." "Haven't you ever gotten that speech yourself," I asked. She looked at me as if I'd just asked her the silliest question in the world. "I've never had a man not want to keep fucking me, for any reason," she said. "But you'll find out yourself soon enough." she was smiling at me like a shark smiles at a smaller fish. I walked Ivy to her truck and as she got into it, I turned and walked towards my car. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. "Sorry, goodbye Ivy. I'll see you when I get back," I said. Then I got into my Mustang and drove away, leaving her puzzled. The next day I was given a tour of the much larger state university by the head of the math department, Dr. Colleen Bennett. She was a beautiful woman. She was very tall and slim. She had nice boobs and seemed to want them to be seen. We had a pleasant conversation while we walked. She asked me about my career plans and liked my answers. She told me what the job paid and told me that they had several candidates they were considering. She said that most of the other candidates either had no teaching experience, or too much teaching experience and not enough pure math education or experience, so if I wanted the job and could let her know within a reasonable amount of time, the job was mine. "Is now soon enough?" I asked her. "You're hired," she said. "When can you start?" I noticed that she was touching my arm even as she asked me this. "I have one more week of classes to teach and then grades to submit. I'd also need to close up my house, and find a place to live in this area. So I'd say two weeks. Is that reasonable?" "Do you have a wife or girlfriend that you'll be bringing with you or making arrangements with?" she asked. "No, it's just me and Eartha," I said Sadly. "Who's Eartha?" she asked. "You'll meet her soon," I said smiling. "Is she pretty?" she asked again. "Beautiful," I said with a tone in my voice that implied love. As we got to the parking lot Colleen's mood was more subdued. She wasn't talking nearly as much or touching me either. "I was going to offer to help you get settled in, or close down your house," she said sullenly. "But I guess Eartha can do that." "I don't think she does that kind of thing," I said smiling. "But why don't you ask her." "What's her phone number?" she asked flatly. "The same as mine," I said. "But why do you need a phone, she's right in front of you." Colleen exploded in laughter. "Eartha is your car!" she said. "What did you think she was?" I asked innocently. Colleen agreed to call me and come down on the weekend and bring brochures for apartments near the university and some that were on campus. During my drive back home I was lost in thought. First I thought about the games I could play with Colleen. She was a very pretty woman. She was in fact far more beautiful in the conventional sense than Ivy would ever be. But if you put the two of them next to each other, most men would prefer Ivy. It was like comparing a Barbie doll to a real woman. Even though visually the doll had all of its parts in the correct ratio for maximizing its sex appeal, it would always be only a plastic approximation of a real woman. Colleen was tall and slim with nice breasts, but Ivy just exuded life and sex from every pore. Most men would run over Colleen to get a chance to kiss Ivy's ass. I also thought about the other comparison. Ivy was simply not capable of being the kind of woman I needed, but Colleen might be. Eventually Ivy and I were going to have that talk. The one where I confronted her about fucking other guys, and she'd either lie to me and say she didn't or she'd stop for a while. But in either case, I didn't think I would ever be able to trust Ivy. I just didn't want to spend my life wondering when she was going to start fucking other guys. The best thing for both of us would be a clean break. I got home sooner than I expected. I decided that I needed to talk to Ivy face to face and seriously try to explain what I was feeling and what was going on. Maybe we could work something out. I drove over to Ivy's mother's house to asks her if she could watch the kids while I took Ivy out to a nice sit down dinner at a grown up restaurant. I guess I thought that at least this way she'd know that I'd always been honest and up front with her and we could end things, the way we started, as friends. As I drove onto the block, I didn't even slow down because I noticed that Jazz and Ivy's other two kids were already there. Maybe Ivy was working. I called her cell phone and it went straight to voicemail. I decided to leave Ivy a note to call me when she got in. As I pulled into Ivy's driveway I noticed that her truck was there. I stepped up onto her porch and started to ring the doorbell. As the bell rang I looked into the living room and saw Ivy. She was sucking some guy's dick like it was the last lollipop on earth and she had a sweet tooth. She looked towards the door as she heard the bell and our eyes locked. For that second, the world moved in slow motion. I noticed exactly how special Ivy's body really was. Everything that seemed disproportionate when she had clothes on, wasn't. She was simply perfect. In fraction of a second, I was both more revolted and more aroused than I'd ever been at the same time. In that same second Ivy saw me, and recognition flared at the same instant as regret and despair colored her face. Her eyes enlarged and her jaw dropped. She tried to form words but the only thing that came out was low moan. None of that mattered though because I simply turned and headed back for my car. By the time Ivy got to the door I was already gone. She stood there naked on her front porch crying her eyes out. Before I got to my house, my phone started ringing. I knew it was Ivy, so I just turned the phone off. I loved Ivy with all of my heart, and what had just happened should have shattered me, but it didn't. I turned on my car's stereo and heard David Lee Roth screaming "So this is love," into the night. Eddie's atomic blues guitar riffs and Michael Anthony's overpoweringly soulful bass line framing the emotions that were running through my mind. I laughed into the darkness and sarcastically sang along with Dave. I know it makes no sense but I was happy as hell. This was in fact, the best way for this scenario to play out. It was pure serendipity at work because any other way and I'd never have been able to leave Ivy. I simply loved her too much. I know what you're thinking out there. How can he still be in love with a whore. Ivy was actually worse than a whore when you get right down to it. Whores at least get paid or get something out of it. Ivy just fucked anything that walked because she liked it. To be truthful I had realized a long time ago that the normal rules did not apply to Ivy. She was like some kind of pagan fertility goddess. Trying to judge her by the same scale we used for most women wouldn't be fitting. At the same time, I was the kind of man who needed and demanded absolute fidelity from my partner or wife. We would never have lasted. At least this way I got to leave with my head held high. I wasn't leaving because she'd cheated on me. We weren't married or engaged. She was free to do whatever she wanted to and she had. At the same time, she knew when she saw me in that window watching her, that things between us were over and it was her fault. It was the best of a bad situation for both of us. I could move on to a more normal woman. I probably wouldn't care for her a tenth as much which would give me some kind of control in the relationship. Ivy on the other hand could go back to fucking as many guys as she could schedule. She'd make up in quantity what she was losing in quality. The next day I was getting the test papers readied for the finals in my classes, when my teaching assistant/ secretary came in to see me. "Tim you have a couple of visitors," she said. "Tell Ivy that I'm busy and I'll see her in class," I said. "If it had been her, I'd have told her that you weren't here and not even mentioned it to you," she said. "Like I've done both times she came to see you. It's a little girl, and an old lady." I stepped into the hallway and saw Ivy's mother and Jasmine. Jazz ran over to me and hugged me. "You're not coming to see us anymore are you?" demanded Jasmine. "I hate her, I knew she'd drive you away from us too." "Jazz, what are you talking about?" I asked. "No one did anything wrong. I'm just taking a new job, and I'm going to live a bit farther away from you. So I won't see you as much, but I'll call your Grandma and give her my new phone number, and I promise that you can call me every day if you want. Okay?" "Okay," she said. She'd stopped crying but was still upset. "Jazz go wait for me in the car," said Ivy's mom. "Thanks Tim," she said after Jazz left. My stupid daughter told me what really happened. How are you holding up?" she asked. "I'm fine," I said smiling. "Tim, Sally Ericson from the jewelry store, is my best friend. I even know which rings you were narrowing down to figure out which one to buy for her. You don't have to act brave and cheerful for me," she said. "God that girl is stupid." Then she followed her granddaughter out. I sent Ivy an e-mail that I hoped would settle things for us. In it I thanked her for her friendship and all of the good times we'd shared. I told her how I'd loved every moment I'd spent with her. I explained to her about my new job and moving to a different city, and how I wished her well. Lastly I told her that it wasn't necessary for her to come to class on Tuesday to take the final because even if she got a hundred percent on it she couldn't pass, her other test scores were too low. On Saturday, Colleen drove down to my house to help me pack and close down my house. Her long Auburn hair was tied up into two pony tails. She had on the shortest shorts you could imagine and those long legs of hers were shown to their advantage. She had a pale blue blouse on with the first three buttons undone. I kept getting glimpses of cleavage. Several times during the day that fourth button came undone, and she'd smile and re-button it. It seemed to take her longer each time to do it. While we were closing my shutters over the windows I thought I saw a truck pulling away from my driveway back onto the highway. I was sure it had been Ivy and she'd come to discuss the e-mail I'd sent her. Colleen left me a couple of brochures with apartments she'd picked out for me to look at. I told her that During the middle of the upcoming week I'd drive up and look at them. Monday's finals went well for my classes. My Tuesday daytime class did well also. I was looking forward to my Wednesday morning class because it was my last one. Then I had only to grade all of the papers with the help of my TA, post the grades and move on into my new life. I guess I'd overlooked my Tuesday night class because the thing that had always made that class special for me was Ivy. Since she wouldn't be there it would only be another final. I truly thought about letting my TA give the test, but decided that it would be more professional to be there to say goodbye to my class. I was totally unprepared when Ivy stepped into the classroom and sat down in her seat. She stared at me and her magic started to work. I looked at every girl in that classroom and though several of them were prettier than she was, none of them affected me like she did. Her eyes as red rimmed and swollen as they were, bored into my soul. Even though she looked like she'd been crying nonstop for a week, my dick was as hard as it could be and still get blood through it. After the test began she pointed to the hallway. I shook my head. She walked forward as if she wanted to ask me a question. In the tiniest little voice she said, "Either you let your assistant watch the class and come into the hallway with me, or I'll just start talking about our problems right here and right fucking now. Which would you rather have?" "How about if you let me finish my class and I'll talk to you afterwards?" I asked. "How do I know that after the test you won't just walk away and leave me sitting here?" she asked. Ivy "Ivy, in all or the time that we've known each other, have I ever broken my word to you or been dishonest with you in any way?" she shook her head, and a few tears fell. "Then I deserve the benefit of the doubt now," I said. She sat down in her chair with her head down and stared at me the rest of the class. Her eyes never left me. She gave me the impression that if I at any time even looked at the door she'd tackle me to prevent me from leaving. Finally the last student turned in his paper and started talking to me as he got ready to leave. He'd liked the test and wanted to talk about the parts that had challenged him. "Look Poindexter, as thrilling as your observations on the test are, wouldn't it be better for you to e-mail them to him so he can save them and share them with all of his future students?" said Ivy, her voice dripped sarcasm. "And you," she said to me after he left. "We have a night ahead of us." She nodded her head as she said it. "No Ivy," we don't, I said seriously. "I promised you we'd talk, but that's it. So talk." "Just like that, just start talking?" she asked. "It seems like you've already heard what I'm going to say and dismissed it already. Why can't we go somewhere comfortable like our swing and just talk our problems out?" "Ivy," I said exasperatedly. "Oh that's right. You and your new girlfriend already moved our swing into your garage," she said. "She's not my girlfriend, Ivy," I said. "She's my new Boss." "No Tim, you're her Boss," snapped Ivy. "I could tell from halfway down your fucking driveway that bitch wants to fuck you. She kept bending over and flashing her big titties at you, like it was an accident. She had 8 accidents in the 2 minutes that I watched you." "I really didn't expect this from you Tim. Do you know how I feel about you? I have never felt this way about any man, ever? Doesn't that mean anything to you?" "You have a really funny way of showing it," I said. "If this is what you call love, I'd rather be hated. We have nothing tying us together. We're not married. We're not engaged. And we never asked each other to be exclusive, Ivy. So you didn't do anything wrong, and neither did I. We're only friends." "Bullshit you fucking liar," she snapped. "You told me you loved me. I felt it and I believed it. And I love you too. I almost died when I looked up and saw you though that window. But, shit Tim, it didn't mean anything. It meant less than nothing to me. Everyone I know is telling me how stupid I am. My mother and several other people even think you wanted to marry me." She looked at me to see my reaction. "Oh my God, you were going to ask me, weren't you?" I nodded my head and a fresh set of tears fell down her cheeks. "Please Tim," she wailed. "I'm so sorry. Please give me one more chance, I swear to God, I'll find a way to stop." "No Ivy," I said quietly. "It's just the way you are. It's as natural for you as breathing. If you did stop. You'd only start up again and I'd find out, and we'd go through this all over again. Or you'd start to hate me somewhere down the line because I stood in your way. It's better this way." "But Tim, everyone else just fucks me. It's only sex. I've got three kids and not even one of their fathers ever loved me the way you do. You make me feel so special. When I look at you I can see love. I won't get over that, ever." "Goodbye Ivy," I said. I kissed her on her forehead and left her sitting there in the classroom crying. Over the next six years my life changed a lot. I married Colleen and finished school. I finished my Masters and started working towards my PHD. My marriage to Colleen was very good. We were best friends, until she died of complications from a sudden stroke. The doctors did all they could to repair the damage but didn't hold out much hope. She lingered in the hospital for 2 days clinging to life. I never left her side. Finally when she couldn't hold on any more, she thanked me for a great life together and told me she loved me, and she was only sorry that she hadn't given me any babies. Maybe I could have had my own daughter instead of borrowing someone else's. I was shocked. She told me that she knew all about Jasmine and the way I still called her and went to everyone of her school functions like she was my own daughter. I also never missed her birthday or Christmas. Finally Colleen told me that she'd always known that I had never loved her the way I loved Ivy, but that what I gave her was more than enough and had made her a very happy woman. I looked at her to see what she was going to say next and realized that she was gone. Despite what Colleen thought, I had loved her. Maybe I didn't let myself go as much with her as I had with Ivy because I feared being hurt that badly again. It took another six months for fate to intervene in my life again. My former boss retired and I accepted the position as dean of the math program at the community college. I moved back into my house and took my time doing it. In the four days that I'd been back the only person who knew I was back and visited me was Jasmine. At seventeen she had all of her mother's best features and then some. She was just slightly taller at 5' 2". Her ass wasn't nearly as big as Ivy's but it had the same wonderful shape and she had much larger breasts. She did have her mother's beautiful hair and that way of looking at a man and making him forget not only what he was saying, but what he was thinking as well. She was going to make some man very happy some day. That Saturday night I was almost to the point where the house was livable again. I heard my porch swing squeak as if someone was swinging in it. At first I figured it was probably just the wind, but I heard it again so I decided to see what was going on. "Jasmine, young lady I told you that I didn't want you walking around at night. There are too many nutcases out there. You may not be my real daughter but..." I stopped in mid sentence as I noticed that it wasn't Jazz sitting on my porch swing. She was a little bit bigger in the waist, and had a few more lines on her face, but it was Ivy. "She could've been, you know. She could've been your real daughter. And we could've made a couple more. I wanted you so badly, Tim," she said. "Sometimes there's a difference between what we want, and what we need Ivy," I said sitting down next to her. "I heard about your wife from Jazz," she said. "I hated her for taking you away from me, but I'm sorry for your pain." "Colleen didn't take me from you Ivy, you pushed me away. Sorry but I'm just not cut out to be a part of a crowd. I play very well with others but I just never got the hang of sharing my playthings. We never would have lasted," I said. "Bullshit," she said. "I would do anything for you. Anything. It would not have been easy for me back then but I'm older and smarter now." She patted the seat next to her on the swing. "Tim, I'm only 32 years old and you're only thirty. We have most of our lives ahead of us. The past six years have not been good for me. Letting you go was the biggest mistake I ever made." "I look at a lot of my friends. They're all married now, with husbands who drink too much beer and do stupid things and love them so much it hurts me to look at them." "Do you know that I get jealous when some fat woman tells me, "Oh, I can't go in there. My husband would never allow that." Ivy had tears running down her cheeks. "As if that wasn't bad enough, do you know how it feels to go to a party where there are a few drunk guys, who get grabby? Even drunk they know not to feel on Terri's ass because Bart will fuck them up. Or not to look at Linda's tits because Steve will clean their clock. But all of the drunk guys and even the sober ones, or the crazy ones can practically rape me and no one gives a fuck." "I phrased that completely wrong didn't I? Everyone gives me a fuck, but no one gives a damn about me. I have six kids, I've slept with so many men, I can't even remember most of them, and no one will take me out on a date, or to a party," she said. A lot of my married friends' husbands fuck me more than they do their wives, but I don't have a husband of my own." Her voice was getting louder and use was openly crying. "My mother was right. I had one fucking chance. One man who loved me so much that he would have done anything for me. One man who wanted to marry me even though I had three kids. And I fucking blew it." "Tim do you know that you're the only man who ever took me out on more than one date? You're the only man who ever actually took me out just to be with me. You're the only man who spent more than 10 minutes with me without fucking me. I'm more of a joke than anything else," she said. "Maybe the people around here just don't realize how special you are Ivy," I said. She just tilted her head back and there it was again, despite the ravages the past six years had wrought on her body and face, her voice and that laugh were still as magical as ever. "How the fuck am I special?" she asked. "The only person who ever thought I was special is you." She got up and started pacing across my porch. "How many days have you been back?" she asked. "Today makes four," I said. "When did Jasmine find out you were coming back?" she asked slowly. "She knew last week," I said. "She was waiting for me when I pulled in." "She didn't tell me," said Ivy. "I don't think she wanted me to know you were back. She doesn't like me anymore. My own daughter thinks of you as her father and not only blames me for driving you away from us, but is ashamed of me." "What about you?" she asked. "What do you mean, Ivy?" I asked. "Don't fuck with me Tim, and don't play any fucking mind games with me. I can't take it," she screamed. "For six fucking years you've gone to every fucking play that girl has been in. You've watched every volleyball game, and art show she had. You've never once missed her fucking birthday. Any time she needs a quarter you send her a check. You've also been to four of Michael's baseball games this year. I love my son, but Tim he's not a good baseball player. Even Rose knows you're never going to miss her birthday." "I guess you don't really know my youngest kids, but you'd probably be more involved I their lives than I am too. What I want to know is have you ever once asked about me, Tim? Is there even a ghost of a chance for us to be friends again? Do you still love me?" "Honestly Ivy, I don't actually know how I feel about you," I said. As I watched her face fell and despite myself, my heart went out to her. "Please Ivy, let me explain this to you." She'd begun to get up, but I took her hand and pulled her back on the swing. "It seems like a lifetime ago, but it was only six years ago that you and I met, Ivy. Whether you know this or not, I almost instantly fell for you. You probably also don't remember this but when I left, I was ready to propose to you. You could have been one of those married women you talked about already." I sighed and looked at her. "I loved you so much it was crazy," I said. She muzzled herself into my arms and looked up at me. "I never stopped loving you," she said softly. I just laughed. "What the fuck is so funny," she snapped. "I'm not the one who ran out and left you after a mistake that you never had the chance to talk about or explain. I'm just the one who had someone tell her he loved her, but he wasn't ready to let her even try to save things between them. I'm also not the one who ran off to another city and married someone else. I never gave up on us. I never stopped loving you. I never wanted to marry anyone else." "Ivy over the past six years, yes I got married. I tried to make a life for myself. It was a disaster. Colleen and I should never have been more than friends. Part of the reason for that was that I never really gave myself the chance to get over you. I should have let myself be miserable for awhile. Then I should have gone through that period of time where I hated all women. Then finally instead of hating all women, I'd have reached a point where I only hated you. But I didn't, I jumped straight from loving you, to trying to love Colleen, and in the end she realized that she couldn't compete with you in my mind." "She was God damned straight about that," said Ivy. "No Ivy," I said icily. "She was wrong. As wrong as she could possibly be. Colleen was beautiful. She was prettier than you are. She was more loving than you are. She was a hell of a lot more caring, and I could trust her. In the real world, she was a far better person than you are Ivy. But she was competing with my fantasy version of you. No real woman has a chance against a fantasy." "Ivy you and I were together for three fucking months. We barely knew each other. It's really easy to keep the intensity going in a relationship when it's fresh and new. It's a lot harder after five or six years or more. You and I never even had sex." "That was your fault, Tim. I was ready to fuck you the first time we went out. But you built me up to be some untouchable angel in your mind," said Ivy. "I'd rather have a woman I can put on a pedestal, than one I have to keep on a leash, Ivy. So let's do the math here. Math after all is what brought us together. I moved away, we'll leave the reason I left out of this. I moved away and got married to someone else. That means that for the last six years I've slept with one woman. Over the same time period Ivy, while you were so in love with me, how many men have you slept with?" Ivy didn't say anything, so I continued. "You have three more kids. Darren is five isn't he? That means that less than three months after I left, you were already fucking some guy and pregnant. None of the three kids have the same father, so we can prove that you been with at least three guys since I left. And we know that there have been more than that. Probably a lot more," I said. "You seemed to be upset because I got married. You've been with more than enough men to have gotten married Ivy. I can't believe that you were just sitting there, on all of that ass waiting for me. You never knew whether or not I'd have ever come back here." "Why didn't you just go ahead and get married Ivy? You obviously have reached the point in your life where you want to be." She mumbled something so low I couldn't hear it. I did hear the bushes moving beside the house, but I figured it was the wind. "I'm sorry Ivy, I couldn't hear you," I said. "Nobody fucking asked me, okay," she snapped. "You always saw me as being something special. To everyone else I was just the town slut. Everybody wants a piece of my ass, but you were the only one who wanted the whole thing. We all know I'm a slut. I have never ever told any man "no." In my entire life only one man has ever told me that the loved me, and unfortunately he's the only one I never fucked." She started to leave again, and again I pulled her down. "Where are you going? I thought you wanted to talk," I said. "You don't get to just leave, because you don't like the way the conversation is going." "Why did you come over here if you don't want to talk Ivy?" I asked. "I wanted to see you, and I guess I was hoping..." she paused. "Why did you come back here Tim? You could have gone anywhere, why come back here?" "You're right Ivy, I could get a job anywhere. But to be truthful, I never quite got you out of my mind. I'm only a bit less angry at you than I was when I left, but we're going to have to get over that because we don't have a choice. Our daughter deserves to have a life Ivy. And I intend to make sure it's a good one. In order for that to happen you and I are going to need to get along. There are a lot of marriages where the husband and wife stay together for the kids." "You want to marry me?" she asked, in shock. "Ivy I didn't say that," I said. "When I left here, Jazz had become kind of attached to me. I thought that it would be wrong for me to be just another man in your life who befriended her and then moved on. I gave her and your mother my phone number before I left. Jazz started calling me almost immediately. I thought it would last for maybe a week or two then she'd move on." "We've never been out of touch. I know that she isn't my biological daughter, but I don't think I could love her any more if she was. Jazz is seventeen Ivy. I want her to go to college, and learn to drive and all of those other things teen aged girls do. I want her to turn up her iPod and ignore me when she gets mad. I want her to come and ask me about what I think of the boy who wants to take her to her prom and I really want her to come to me, so I can kick his ass if he tries anything with her. I want to be the one to walk her down the aisle when she finally says yes to the guy lucky enough to get her." "So you only came back for Jasmine?" she asked. "Well there is something else that someone has to do," I said. "What's that?" she asked. "Someone has to teach Michael how to catch, and how to swing a fucking baseball bat," I smirked. "Tim be serious, please," she said. "You and I had something really special going. I know that I fucked it up. But I'm older now, and I know what I want. I'd give anything for one more chance. I promise that you'd never regret it." "Ivy, it won't work," I said. "We just don't want the same things in a relationship. It's better if we just stay friends and know our limitations." "Tim I'm ready to change, and I'm more than willing to change for you. How do you know what I can or can't do unless you give me a chance. If you really loved me. And were willing to help me, I swear to you that I could be faithful to you. Just please give me a chance." She got off the swing and got down on her knees in front of me. "Please Tim." "We'll start out as friends," I grumbled. "Until then you can do whatever you want to do. But if we move up to the dating stage, then you know what I'll be expecting." "I want us to start at the dating stage," she said. "And there'll be a few things that I'll be expecting." "Like what?" I asked. "Tim I have a very high sex drive. I'm not some nymph, but I kind of need to be fucked a lot. At least once a day. If I miss a day, it gets bad. If we're together you won't ever have to worry about me fucking anybody else as long as you keep up your end. But if you miss a couple of days or so, I become very vulnerable." "Ivy, how do you even know whether or not I'm any good in bed?" I asked. "Oh you will be," she smirked. "Practice makes perfect, and you're going to get a lot of practice." Over the next few weeks Ivy and I saw a lot of each other. I just dropped by to visit her and the kids, and we did things together. Having six kids is really rough. Ivy's mother was a saint to have worked so hard to help her make it. Ivy's house was simply too small for the brood. I hoped eventually that we could move Ivy and the kids into my larger home. My house was larger and had 5 bedrooms and an apartment over the garage. Ivy and I had talked about how we'd handle it if we did ever move in together. My idea was that Ivy and I would have the master bedroom. Michael as the oldest boy would have a room to himself. The other four would each go two in each room. Jasmine would have the garage apartment to herself. Ivy of course disagreed. She said that she and I would take the garage so we could have all of the alone time we wanted away from the kids. Jasmine could have the master bedroom. The rest would be the way I said. She didn't want Jasmine to be able to sneak her boyfriends in and out of the house without us seeing them. I laughed at that for a long time. "When she gets pregnant we need to at least know who it was damn it," said Ivy. I laughed again. Ivy "There's not much chance of that," I said. "The pill isn't failure proof," said Ivy. "Trust me I know." "But you obviously don't know Jazz," I said. "She took the chastity vow three years ago on her fourteenth birthday. She intends to wait until she's either married or engaged." Ivy looked at me as If I was crazy. "Why did she do that?" she asked. "Ivy don't you ever talk to her?" I asked. "Remember when she was 10, almost 11 and I told you that she didn't talk to people much? I told you that she talked to you more than she did her real father." I smiled and nodded. "Jasmine chooses who she wants to let into her life," said Ivy. "When you left, Jazz blamed me. We don't talk much anymore. I was hoping that with you back, we'll become closer. But it might not happen. That's one of the reasons that I'm so glad to have you back in my life." The friendship only lasted a few weeks. Ivy took the bull by the horns as usual and said, "Let's go out to a nice restaurant." When I didn't immediately answer she snapped at me. "I saw your paycheck stub you can afford it. They're paying you the big bucks to do practically nothing." "Okay, Ivy," I said. "I'll meet you at Texas Roadhouse after work." "Fuck that," said Ivy. "You have to come and pick me up. You have to bring me flowers and wear a suit. I'm going to squeeze my big ass into a dress that's so tight that everyone will be wondering whether or not I'm wearing panties. And when I lean forward they'll see that my titties are small." "Ivy do all of your friends have to go through this?" I asked. "That friendship bullshit is over, Tim. This is a date," she said. Up until that point Ivy and I had gone out to eat a few times but had done nothing more than hug each other physically. I was sure she was still doing what she did, but we were only friends so it was none of my business. "Ivy, are you sure?" I asked. "You do, know what this means?" In answer to my question, Ivy took my hand and stuck it down her pants and inside the elastic of her panties. "You do, know what this means," she moaned as I felt how wet she already was. "You won't have another chance at this Ivy?" I cautioned her. "You can have as many chances at this," she said pressing my fingers into her vagina. "As you want. From this moment until the day I die. This is all yours. It's got some miles on it, but you'll never find another one just like it. Or anything nearly as good." Why did I feel like I was buying a used special edition Mustang? "It also means that those skanky bitches down at your bank, and working in your office will have to keep their hands off of you," she snapped. "But I'm not really worried, because once you get some of this, you'll forget all about them." I picked Ivy up in My beloved Mustang at 7 p.m. I'd seen Ivy countless times over the last few weeks but I never saw her look so beautiful. She was positively glowing. She was wearing a very short black dress that emphasized her legs and her ass. Every man in the restaurant looked at her when she walked in. Several dropped their forks or choked on their drinks. All of the women shot angry glances her way. Even the ones who were supposed to be her friends. We got a secluded booth in the back. We started the evening demurely seated across from each other, but as the night wore on ivy moved closer to me until she was practically sitting in my lap. "Are you nervous?" she asked me. "Of course not," I said. "Why would I be?" "Gods men are such idiots," she said. "You're sitting there happy as hell and relaxed, because this is a sure thing. You know that you're going to get some pussy, so everything is right in your little world." "Ivy, I'll give you a one-time free pass. If you think you made a mistake, we can go back to being friends," I said. She looked at me as if I had slapped her. She reached between her rock hard nipples and pulled out the locket from six years ago. Opening it she pulled out a yellowed slip of paper. "Over the past six years this has been my greatest treasure," she said. "I don't even have a clue how many men have come and gone through my life but not one of them ever made me feel the way these four words do. I feel like I've been waiting forever for my life to start, and tonight it begins. Nothing will ever be the same after tonight." I picked up the dessert menu and started looking at the selection of cakes. "Check please," screamed Ivy. The tone in her voice left no doubt as to why we needed a check. Again several of the men in the restaurant reacted. I think they all wanted to be in my shoes. Ivy was right. That night changed everything. When we were together before, I thought I loved Ivy. Now I was sure I did. I didn't let myself think that sex with Ivy would be any different than with any other woman. A lot of the time we build something up in our minds until the reality of the thing can never equal the fantasy. I was wrong. We ran into my house and up the stairs to the bedroom. Ivy was dragging me like her life depended on it. She bent over the edge of my bed raised her dress up and said, "Fuck me." I just laughed at her. I stood her back up. pulled her dress back down and hugged her. I thought her eyes would cross. Then I kissed her. It was a very gentle and tentative kiss. The next one was more intense, and the one after that I slipped my tongue between her lips. Ivy just sagged down in front of me. I gently put my hand on the back of her head and wouldn't stop kissing her. She was making little whining sounds in the back of her throat as if she was about to come just from me kissing her. I started gently rubbing her sides and back and felt her knees wobbling. I moved her over to the bed and we continued kissing there. After a while I stood her up and slowly pulled the dress off of her. She kicked off her shoes and sat next to me. I started massaging her even more and kissed my way down from her lips to her breasts. "There's not much there, baby. Let's fuck," she said. "I've never been more ready." I rubbed and caressed Ivy's buds. Her nipples elongated and got huge. Her eyes were staring at me in shock. "Tim, what are you doing to me? My titties are tingling," she said. "And my..." By that time I had started licking and nipping my way down to Ivy's vagina. She was shaved except for a small patch of hair at the top. I teased her with my tongue. "Tim, what are you doing?" she asked. As my tongue got near her outer lips she started bucking her hips. My tongue had barely touched her inner lips and her legs started wobbling uncontrollably. "Tim!" she screamed. My tongue neared Ivy's elongated clit and she slammed her legs over my ears and screamed. I tasted a gush of musky fluid but kept licking around her clit. "Oh shit, Tim," she screamed. "Don't do that again." Then I sucked her clit and nipped at it with my teeth. She exploded again. She grabbed my head and pulled me up to her, licking her fluids off of my face. By this time I was ready for her. I knew there was no need to be cagey about it. I slowly pushed my condom covered dick through her opening, Ivy was bucking and pushing against me with every inch. I had to force her to keep her hips from moving. "Slow down baby, let's get to know each other," I said. "There's no need to rush. We've been waiting for this for a long time. We have all night. Let's enjoy it." I started to just slowly and very easily push into her and pull all the way back out. The feeling I received was not what I was expecting. Ivy's vagina was nearly as tight as a fist. It almost seemed like there were ridges inside of it that massaged me with every stroke. The faster I moved, the more the sensation until we were sliding back and forth against each other so fast it felt like little electric shocks all along my sensitive organ. Ivy was screaming until she was horse. She moved her hips in ways I never thought was humanly possible. As wild as my dreams of having sex with Ivy were, the reality exceeded the fantasy by far. I could see why men would risk their marriages for a shot at her. Sex with Ivy was a truly magical thing. After the first one, Ivy sucked me quickly back to life and we started again with her on top. Ivy did things that strippers can't do in their lap dances, and I wanted to fill her up with everything I had. "Tim," she said quietly. "Please take that thing out of me." "Ivy, are you tired already?" I asked. I was really close to finishing again and I wanted to. "Not your dick baby, the rubber," she said. "Fuck me bareback, I need to feel you." I pulled her lips down onto mine, and tried to suck the life out of her. At the same time I grabbed her ass, as much of it as I could and started to slam myself upwards into her. She started meeting me with every thrust, and soon all you could hear was the sound of our bodies loudly slapping against each other, and Ivy's screams. The springs and the wood of the bed frame squeaked in accompaniment as well. Finally Ivy let out a howl like a dying cat and I exploded again into the condom. She collapsed onto me kissing me. I started rubbing her ass, marveling at the way the flesh jiggled. "Oh no," she said. "You said we have all night. What are you doing to me?" A short time later we were back at it, slowly and lazing moving against each other while staring into each other's eyes. I think we were still trying to move as we fell asleep. Very early the next morning I woke up to an unfamiliar sensation. I know you think she was giving me a blowjob, but you're wrong. The sensation I felt was like small drips of water on my hand. Since I had both morning wood and a fierce need to pee, that dripping water woke me up quickly. She turned when she felt me move. "Ivy why are you crying?" I asked. "I thought you wanted last night to happen." She just turned and looked at me and ran into the bathroom crying even louder. I gently opened the door and went in. While I handled my plumbing duties, I looked at Ivy. She was standing in front of the sink staring at herself in the mirror. I turned on the shower and pulled her naked body in with me. I tried to kiss her and she turned her face away from me. She did let me hug her, but she started crying again. I soaped her up and scrubbed her. I will admit I spent a lot of time rubbing her ass clean. It got a smile from her, but still no words. Finally I pulled her out of the shower and dried her off. I gave her one of my old shirts and a pair of socks to put on. We went downstairs and I made her coffee, and a big cup of tea for me. I led her out to my porch swing so we could talk. "Ivy what's wrong?" I asked. "What the fuck did you do to me?" she snapped. She was starting to cry again. "Ivy, you've had sex lots of times. I told you we might not be good together. I told you there was a danger of us building this up to be more than it is. For God's sake it was only sex. Let's not tear everything apart because you're unhappy." I looked at her again. "Ivy why don't we chalk this up as a mistake and go back to friendship?" I said, trying to save something of the relationship. "As if I could after that," she snapped. "Tim, I haven't ever felt anything like that ever in my life. I've been fucked a lot of times, but nobody has ever done that to me. You played my body like a fucking guitar." "I just feel like I've wasted my whole life. If I hadn't been so stupid. You and I would be married, and my last three babies would be yours. And we'd be doing this every God damned night," she said. "I just felt so loved." "Ivy we didn't fuck last night, we made love. Two people who love each other coming together and sharing their bodies is a little bit more than just fucking," I said. Then she turned away from me. "Tim you hurt me pretty bad too," she said. "How did I hurt you Ivy," I asked. "You got me all hot and bothered, and I really wanted to feel you," she said. "So I asked you to take off that condom, and cum inside me. I wanted it really bad. But you just started fucking me harder until I just lost my mind again, and made me forget." she said. "When I woke up this morning, I realized what you'd done. And I tried to figure out why, but all of the reason I come up with are bad." she said. "Either you think I have some kind of disease that you don't want to catch, or you just don't want to risk having a baby with the town whore and being tied to me for a long time. As much as you love my kids, you don't want to give me one of your own." She looked up at me and asked, "Which one is it Tim?" "Honestly Ivy. I love you, but it's both and you missed one," I said. "You have fucked a lot of guys and I don't know whether or not you have a disease. We should both get tested, today. I really haven't known you long enough or well enough, yet to have a baby with you, and if we do last long enough to get married, we'll have at least three more. But I don't want to be just another guy who knocked you up and ran out on you. I want to make sure we work, before I add anymore stress to your life." "What's the last one?" she asked. "I'm still not sure you won't break my heart again Ivy," I said to her. "You know I love you, very much. But if I give you my heart totally and you broke it again..." "Tim I swear to you that will never happen," she said hugging me. "After last night, I would never risk losing what we just did. And the thought of you doing that with any other woman would make me crazy." She was smiling now and pulled her legs up onto the swing so it was obvious that she still didn't have any panties on. "Do you know that last night was the first time for a lot of things," she said. "Every guy I've ever been with just pulled up my dress, fucked me and left. Like they were embarrassed to be with me. And it was always so quick, and dirty and nasty. But last night was just so beautiful. And no one has ever...you know...put their mouth down there," she said. "Never?" I asked. "Never," she echoed. "But they all think of me as some dirty, nasty slut. Why would they want to kiss or put their mouth where so many other men have stuck their dicks? Only someone who loved me would do that." No doubt about it Ivy and I were in love. The next three years zoomed by. Ivy never cheated on me, or at least I never caught her. And we settled into a nearly idyllic life. there was only one fly in the ointment. Jasmine. Over those same three years, Jazz blossomed into the most beautiful woman in town. At twenty years old Jazz was halfway through her degree in what else, math. Following in my footsteps, and doing well. She had a job part time as my assistant and her own Mustang. I love her so much it was crazy. All of Ivy's other kids called me Dad, even though we'd never gotten married. But Jazz called me Tim. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Jazz and Ivy's relationship had taken a turn for the worse over the years until they couldn't stand to be in the same room with each other. Jazz had moved out sixteen months ago and moved into the apartment over my garage. She was as much of a recluse as I'd been before I first met Ivy. My daughter was simply weird. She had all of Ivy's best features and more. As I've said before her ass wasn't as big as Ivy's but it was shaped the same. Her breasts were much larger. I can't overstate how beautiful Jazz was. That was part of the problem. As far as I knew Jazz had never been on a date. Many of the boys on campus had tried. I had even schooled a few of them on her likes and dislikes, in hopes of one or two of them getting a shot. She shot them all down, hard. Far harder than necessary as if she was trying to prove something. People around the campus started thinking Jazz might be a lesbian, and a particularly bitter one. Jazz shot the women down even harder. Finally people just left her alone. The only person she got along with was me. And she treated me like shit sometimes too. If I had gotten my head out of my ass, and analyzed her behavior I might have known what was wrong, but I never did. Ivy still lived in her house, and I in mine, but we often stayed over at one place or another. The kids also had a habit of sleeping in either house whenever they wanted, which solved our space problems. Most mornings Jazz and I would sit in my porch swing and have tea together before we drove in to work. We both drove our Mustangs and even though my car is faster, Jazz drives like a fucking Kamikaze pilot so the drives were always fun. I cherished our mornings together. I felt like she truly was my daughter, even though I wasn't her sperm donor. The only mornings we didn't spend together were the mornings after Ivy stayed over or I stayed over at Ivy's. I tried to get them together several times, but Jazz simply wouldn't do it. "You and Ivy need your time together," she said, several times. That was another sign I missed. The way she spit out her mother's name like the word Ivy tasted like shit on the way out. Life has a way of going in a circle. Several themes seem to keep repeating through our lives. Anyway I had just turned down a chance at being the dean of the math program back at the state university, which would have given me even more money. I really didn't need the money, I was happy with my life. I'd also decided that it was time to really make my relationship with Ivy official. I wanted to marry her and legally adopt all of the kids. I wanted to do it in a big flashy family ceremony. I felt touchy talking about it with Jazz. She and I had a meeting of the minds on a similar subject the first summer that I'd moved back. Ivy had called me and asked me to pick Jazz up from school and bring her home. When I got to her house Ivy was worried. She was seated at one end of her porch. Her mother was in the middle. And I guy who was somewhere between our age and her mother's was at the far end of the porch. "I never let him in the house," she said. "I didn't even let him get out of his fucking car until my mom got here. I was never alone with him. Ask mom. You know she won't lie." "Ivy, I believe you," I said. The man walked over to me. He had a slight limp, and he looked at Ivy several times. He reached out to shake my hand. "You must be Tim," he said. "I've heard a lot about you. Thanks for doing my job." he said sadly. "I'm..." "You're a fucking nobody," said Jazz walking right past him and into the house. I suddenly knew who he was. "Hold that thought," I said. I went into the house and after Jazz. She was calmly sitting at the table doing her homework. She looked up and smiled as I came in. "Aren't you worried about Mom and Brian?" she asked. "You know how she is." "Right now I'm worried about you," I said. "Jazz don't you even want to meet him, or talk to him. You are his..." I began. "I'm not his anything," she said loudly. In the blink of an eye her whole demeanor changed. "I'm yours, Tim. You're stuck with me. I'm almost eighteen fucking years old and this is the first time I've ever seen that bastard. From the first day I met you, you've always been there for me, even when you and mom broke up. Even when you lived in a different town, you were more a part of my life than he was. I belong to you, not him." Then she went back to doing her homework. "I'm having trouble understanding sinusoidal equations, when you're done with them," she said as I left. When I got back on the porch, it was strange. Ivy was trying to stay as far away from Brian as she could. It was like he had some kind of disease that only she knew about. Ivy's mom was smiling. And Brian looked like if it was possible he'd have just disappeared out of embarrassment. "Brian, I'll talk to her. Why don't you give her some time to get used to the idea. Give me your phone number and I'll have her call you." I said. He wrote down a number and handed it to me. Ivy "I'll start trying to send you some money for back child support, Ivy," he said. "Don't bother Brian, the only thing I need from you, is absence," she said. Anyway since that time I knew beyond any doubt that Jazz considered herself my daughter, as much as I did. Too bad I was wrong. This time around though I got a chance to actually buy the ring I wanted to give Ivy. I had to get her mom to look at it with me though because Jazz refused to. She was as angry as ever, and even called me a poor sucker, when I mentioned it. I was trying to find a good place to hide the ring, when it happened. I was in Ivy's house and the kids were all out playing or visiting friends. I thought that Ivy was working. I didn't know that she was home. I was going to hide the ring at Ivy's house because that's where the party was going to be. The phone rang and on a reflex I picked it up. I must have picked it up at the exact time that Ivy did because no one knew that I was listening. "Hey, Baby, what are you doing?" said a male voice. "What the fuck do you want Harry?" asked Ivy. "I want not to tell poor old Tim about you fucking that truck driver last week," said Harry. "That would surely mess up your happy little life wouldn't it?" "You weren't even working there when it happened," she snapped. "How did you find out?" "Well the other guys that you fucked to keep it quiet, had such a good time fucking you, that they told a few other guys around town about it. A lot of the guys around here have really missed you Ivy and have been waiting, for a chance to have fun with you again. We all want you to be happy with your family and your man, but we want to be happy too. So as long as you keep us happy, we stay quiet." There was silence for a while. "Don't you ever miss the old days, Ivy? When you had as many dicks as you could count. Instead of the same old guy, fucking you the same old way, night after night after night?" "No, I don't," Ivy said. But her voice was weakening. "No matter how good the guy is," said Harry. "You need to try a few others just as a comparison. And no one guy will ever be enough for you baby. This will be special. Something even you've never done before. Fifteen guys one after another, two or three at a time, and when it's over, all of this goes away. No one will ever know, especially not Tim. Believe me none of us want Tim to find out. That guy would beat the shit out of all of us one after another over you. He's crazy about you. I think he's a little psychotic. Wanting to keep you all to himself. A woman like you should be shared and appreciated by everybody. You're like a national treasure." "So just the one time, and I promise this is over. He never found out about the trucker, or about the guys you fucked to keep them quiet about the trucker. So he won't find out about this either." "Okay," said Ivy quietly. With that one quiet word she ended our life together. I don't know how long I stood there, unable to react. I'm sure that I continued to breathe, and my heart kept beating. I'm sure that blood continued to flow through my arteries and veins, but it sure as he'll didn't feel like it. A few minutes later Ivy came out of her room and turned white as she saw me standing there. In a few seconds she recovered her equilibrium and came over and hugged me. "Hi honey, you scared the shit out of me. I didn't know you were here. I came home early because we weren't very busy at the store, but they just called me back in." "Ivy don't go back to work," I said. "Call them back and tell them you can't come. Stay here with me. We really don't need the money, and we don't have very many chances to be alone without the kids." "Tim, you're so sweet. Even after all of this time. I love you with all of my heart, but this isn't about the money. I have you to take care of me and my kids now. This is about being part of a team and helping out. We have a very small staff at the store so sometimes we all have to pitch in. Besides I was supposed to work today anyway." She still hadn't taken her arms from around me. She gave me an added little squeeze and pressed herself to me. I reached around and cupped that big ass, knowing it would be the last time. "Ooh," she moaned. "Somebody wants some. But he's gonna have to wait until tonight after the party." She reached up and tried to kiss me, but I avoided her lips by turning my cheek. "Tim, don't be angry with me. We have the rest of our lives to be together. One afternoon won't mean shit. I love you doofus. Besides now you get a chance to see how it feels to be the one who's horny and having to wait until someone else gets home." She swatted me on the butt and started walking towards the door. "Maybe we can grab a quickie after I get home and shower," she said as she left. I guess I should have confronted her right then. I should have done the macho thing and just told her that I'd heard her on the phone and if she left the fucking house we were done, forever. What good would it have done me? I didn't need a woman that I couldn't trust. That was why I tried to get her to stay with me. If Ivy had stayed here with me. It would have meant that she put us first. I'd have tried really hard to forgive her and work our way past what had happened, because I really did love her. But at the same time, she knew what the ground rules were going into this relationship. I called the college and the university. I'd gone through this before. The Dean at the University wasn't even surprised when we spoke. It was harder dealing with the Dean at the community college. I had to explain that I really hadn't expected it and didn't want to do this to them but the situation in my personal life made it necessary for me to leave town. I guess in a town as small as ours word gets around and everybody knows everybody. "Why the fuck can't Ivy leave town this time?" snapped the Dean. "The staff and the students here all love you. If you change your mind, there will always be a place here for you." I had been renting out the house that Colleen and I lived in, to students during the school year. Luckily it was summer and the house was vacant now. At least I had a place to stay. I needed to try to explain to my kids...I had to make myself stop thinking of them that way. No I didn't. I had a been a part of their lives for far longer than any other man had. Fuck it, they were my kids too. And I had to explain to them that even though their mother and I wouldn't be together anymore they could always count on me for anything they needed. I knew that Michael and Rose would be hurt the most. The three youngest kids were still young enough to bounce back pretty quickly. Oh God, what about Jazz. Ivy and I both thought that my leaving the first time was partially what made Jazz so bitter and angry. I was the only person that got to see the true Jazz and how sweet she could be. I knew I was going to have to spend some time with her to explain this. But Jazz is a grown woman now. She'll be twenty one in just a few weeks. She's been living by herself in the garage apartment since she was 18. She'd just have to understand that sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to. The person I felt the worst for was Ivy's mom. It just seemed like that poor woman was always the fall back person who had to pitch in and take care of Ivy's mess. I spent most of the afternoon packing. I was only taking the most essential things for a couple of reasons. First was that I was planning on coming back with a truck to move most of my things. This wouldn't be like last time when I had simply moved my clothing and personal items. This time I knew I'd never live in this house again. I was leaving the house to Jazz. Maybe she could let Michael or Rose take over her garage apartment. The second reason was the true one. The fact of the matter was that there was no way I could get very much stuff in my Mustang's trunk anyway. I headed over to Ivy's house for the meeting I dreaded. Ivy's mom had rounded up the older kids for me. I sat them down on the couch and explained to them that I was moving out of town to take another job. Their reactions were completely not what I was expecting. Jasmine surprised me the most. I expected her to be upset, or to hug me and tell me she understood and would miss me. But she just smiled grabbed her keys and left. "It's about fucking time," she said. I was really shocked. I guess I'd always thought that Jasmine more than any of the other kids would be hurt by me leaving again. But maybe she was more like me than I thought. In the back of my mind, I'd always expected Ivy to fail. Maybe Jazz has always expected me to leave again. Michael's reaction was the worst. He was fighting to hold back his tears. His grandma quickly hugged him and told him that I wasn't running out on him, I just couldn't be with his mom anymore. "Why?" he kept asking. "Mom has probably started fucking around again," said Rose. My God these kids grow up fast I thought. We spent the next forty minutes or so talking about what I was going to do and when. We also set up a schedule of regular visits for them to come to visit me, and for me to come and visit them. We talked about things they really wanted to do during the summer and places they wanted to visit. We also talked about what we'd do with the younger kids. I gave them each a new cell phone with my number programmed into it. And told them they could call me anytime, day or night. The phone that I was about to give to Jazz I gave to Ivy's mom. In the middle of our conversation, the door blew open. "Hey, why don't I smell the food on the grill," said Ivy, smiling. Michael and Rose, just glared at her. "Tim was giving us new phones so we can keep in touch with him, mom," sneered Rose. "He gave Granny, the one he was going to give Jazz, but I'm sure he'll get her one later." "I don't need one," said Jazz stepping back into the house. "Jazz I know you're weird," said Michael. "But last time Tim left, you cried for weeks. Don't be stupid because you're pissed off as usual." "Why are you talking about when Tim left?" asked Ivy. No one acknowledged her question. Rose was looking at her mom and shaking her head. Michael was sniping at his older sister. He was clearly taking some of his anger out on Jazz to show that he was upset about me leaving. Jazz understood her brother's feelings, so she was gentle with him. Instead of lashing back at him, like she was known for. She calmly spoke to him. They both ignored Ivy. "Michael," said Jazz quietly. "What I meant when I said that I don't need Tim to give me a cell phone was for two reasons. Number one Tim gave me an iPhone like his last Christmas. And more importantly I don't need a phone, and I'm not upset, because I'm going with him." That was the straw that broke the camel's back and started everyone screaming. Ivy started crying and asking why I was leaving. Tim and Rose started screaming about why they couldn't come if Jazz was. I think I was the most shocked. I had no idea what Jazz was talking about. Rose quieted everyone down by yelling, "Shut up," at the top of her lungs. "Can we all just sit down and quietly discuss this like adults?" she asked. It was strange to hear that from a girl who was barely 16. "Tim, what are they talking about?" asked Ivy in tears. "Jeezus, mom," said Rose. "You came home with your hair all messed up. You've got bruises on your arms and legs, and you know what you smell like. It's obvious what you've been doing so don't act surprised." "People around town have finally stopped calling us names and making fun of us, and now you go and start again," said Michael. "Tim, I'll call you tomorrow. Thanks for the phone. As soon as you get the house fixed up, can I come and visit?" Michael left slamming the door loudly. "Oh shit, that would be funny," cackled Rose. "What if Mike and me and all of the other kids all went to live with Tim?" she laughed. "At least we'd get a fresh new start in a place where nobody judged us by our mother." "Rose what the fuck are you talking about?" asked Ivy. "Come on mother, you're not that stupid are you? For the past three years, we've been really happy. We've been a family. We had a mother who loved us, and a father who did too. Mom, do you even know how big your balls have to be to step in and take on a woman with six kids?" Ivy nodded her head and looked at me, she started to inch her way closer to me. Strangely enough Jazz moved between us. And Rose wasn't done with Ivy either. She started talking to Ivy again in an even louder voice. "Mom, how many men do you think would be willing to actually marry the town slut? Sorry, dad but Granny can't keep a secret for shit. She even showed me a picture of the ring." "Mom, you didn't just fuck your own life up, you messed things up for all of us. So, I really hope it was worth it. Yep, you got your freak on. You had what an hour's worth of some guy humping on you? In exchange for that your kids lose their dad. That seems like a good trade to me. But what do I know I'm not an adult yet. I hope Jazz does go with him. Somebody around here should be happy." Rose got up and went into her room. Ivy fell down on the floor and started crying even louder. Her mother tried to comfort her and looked at me, questioningly. "Please call me tomorrow, there are some things we need to talk about," she said. I nodded and headed for the door. I stopped, when I heard Jazz behind me. "Jazz," I said loudly. "Tim," she replied. "You can't come with me," I said. "I'm an adult Tim. I can do whatever I want. And you agreed 3 years ago when Brian came to see me that I was yours. Let's get out of here. You don't want to see me driving in the dark," she said, stepping around me and heading out the door. As I stood there I wondered just what had happened. Jazz had lived here all of her life. How bad did things have to be for her to choose to go with me to a place she'd never even seen, and leave her whole family behind. I looked at her grandmother who simply nodded and said, "We'll talk tomorrow." I remember thinking that she probably expected for Jazz to convince me to give Ivy another chance when I calmed down. Well she'd be wrong, Ivy and I were done. Actually It turned out to be me who was wrong. Jazz had no intention of doing anything as far as Ivy was concerned, and her Grandmother knew it. Jazz and I got into our cars and drove away. I could hear Ivy's howls even after I shut the door. A few minutes after we hit the freeway, my cell phone rang. I put it in hands free mode and heard Jasmine talking to me through the car's speakers. "Tim, I know you're depressed about losing the woman you thought was the love of your life, but can we bump it up a nickel?" she asked. "Jazz we're already doing 75," I replied. "80, is my comfort speed," she laughed. "Jazz, I really need to think," I said. "I have a lot on my mind." "Absolutely fuck that," she snapped. "What you want to think about is some frigging way you can take Ivy back, and still hold onto your pride. Well you can't; game over. It's time to move on with our lives. Maybe a couple of years down the line, we can come back for a barbecue and talk about old times. But for now, Tim let it go." "It's hard Jazz, It hurts so much." I said. "Tim can we stop at a store? I need to get some cheese," she said. "A big block of cheese to go with your whine. Tim you want to know what's hard? I'll tell you. Try finding the man you want at a relatively young age, and knowing he's the perfect guy for you. As you get older both men and boys start hitting on you because of the way you look, or the way you're built." "Even old men are sniffing around you because they think you're like your mother. Imagine that before you even get breasts boys are rubbing their crotches around you. How would that feel?" "Rose talked about it, but she didn't begin to tell you how bad it feels to be branded a slut, not because of the way you act, but because of the way your mother does?" I had no idea that Jazz and Rose had been subjected to that. Her voice got even colder as she continued. "Then throw in the fact that that one guy that you've been waiting for all this time, doesn't know about it. While everyone else has treated you like you're a woman forever, he still treats you like you're two." "Then finally you're old enough to do what you want and he looks right past you and goes after some slut. It's like a bad high-school movie where the smart cute girl gets totally ignored by the handsome quarterback. Then he totally blows her off for some skanky cheerleader. Tim, I don't have to imagine it, because that's my life. Throw in the fact that while I waited for the quarterback to get his head out of his ass, every loser who sees me hits on me." "Jazz, I'm so sorry," I said. "I never knew you were interested in any guy. If I had, I'd have helped you to get him. You could have tutored nearly all of the guys on the football team in math, especially those two quarterbacks. They were dumber than stumps. Which one of them did you like? Is that why you were so eager to come with me. I think they both go to the State University, so you'll have your shot." "Tim, shut up and drive," she snapped. We stopped off and got a pizza when we hit town because there'd be no time to cook that evening. We also got tea and some frozen waffles for breakfast in the morning. The next Few days we'd spend getting the house ready and relaxing. Sometime next week I'd report to the university to start getting oriented to my new job. We also needed to decide what to do about Jazz. I'd already decided that if she really wanted to stay, she could be my assistant here as well, or go out and get her own job. Of course she could also take some classes and get more education or just lay around the house and be my daughter for a while. We both would need time to adjust to the changes in our lives. I opened the door to the house and knew right away that we'd be doing a lot of cleaning. The college kids who'd rented the house apparently weren't big on cleaning. We were lucky though there wasn't much damage to anything. The electricity was still on. We'd have to call the cable company and get our TV and Internet service restored though. "Where are we sleeping?" asked Jazz. "There are four bedrooms," I said. "You're the lady of the house, you get first pick. We're going to have to pick one to use as our office, or maybe our offices." "Tim, we can share an office, that way there'd be a guest room for when my brothers and sisters visit us. Maybe we should think about having two guest rooms," she said. "That would be really nice," I said. "But we really need an office." "We could have both," she smirked. It went totally over my head. I looked at Jazz and she just started shaking her head. I took a shower and threw on some running shorts and a tee-shirt. The stress of the day had me starving and ready for bed. When I came out of the bathroom, Jazz was dressed similarly. She was sitting on a bar stool in the breakfast nook stuffing a big piece of pizza in her mouth and all I saw was miles of bare leg. As depressed as I was I still noticed how tiny her shorts were. She had one of my old tee-shirts on and had it tied up under her breasts. "Jasmine, don't you think you should put some clothes on?" I asked. "Tim you never said anything about Ivy running around you house in just one of your shirts and most of the time she didn't even wear panties," she snapped. "I'm hungry, I'm going to eat and go to bed. If you don't like what you see, don't look." "Jasmine, you know I love you. I just worry about you some times. All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy. It's just going to take some time for me to get over the fact that you're not a little girl anymore." Ivy: An Introduction My name is Ivy. Well, that's not really my name... but I think it sounds pretty cute, and it protects my real identity. I'm a student at University, doing a double major in English and Political Science; it's a lot of work, but I really love it. I'm pretty smart, but I try not to overdo it. I'm graduating next year, at which point I hope to take a year off to travel before going back for my Masters. I'm twenty-four, and I live with my roommates -- who are also my best friends -- in a really cute but run-down house in my favourite neighbourhood. We have a lot of fun. For the sake of my stories you'll probably want to know what I look like. I'm sort of average height - five foot five -- but I have a petite build. My hair is short and dark and usually messy, and people say my best feature's my big green eyes, rimmed with dark lashes. I'm a really sexual person. I just love it... I love discovering and exploring someone new, delving into their desires and lusts. I love the chase and the challenge. I love giving in to carnal physical pleasure, maybe because I spend so much of my time using my intellect. I will never apologize for loving sex so much. It's something I really enjoy. Some people might have a problem with it but that's for them to deal with. I don't really tell my stories that often... my best friends usually hear them, but mostly I keep it private. That's why I'm here. I want to share my stories with someone -- anonymously. I want to spend my off-time, when I'm bored with studying or facing an essay writer's block, documenting memories that I want to keep for the rest of my life. Let me start with something... personal. A few years ago I went traveling. I packed a backpack, sold most of my stuff, and took off with my savings and a sketchy travel plan in mind. I traveled through Southeast Asia, though I really wish I'd spent more time there -- I plan to go back -- and eventually ended up in New Zealand. By the time I arrived in Christchurch, on the south island, I was pretty lonely. I'd been traveling -- alone -- for four months, without even a hint of companionship. I'd learned so much about myself and about the world and about people and about living... but I hadn't pressed my naked flesh against the warmth of someone else. I hadn't even kissed anyone. Not for months. In Christchurch, I stayed in this little hostel on a hill. I was in a dorm room with a bunch of girls from all over. There were five of us in total in the room, and like most of the people at the hostel, the girls I shared my room with were long-termers. My first night there, I was in the common kitchen area getting to know the other guests and having a beer when I saw her. Actually, I smelled her first. She was fresh from the shower and I could smell the shampoo on her wet hair as she walked by me, heading for the overstuffed arm chairs in the corner of the room. She had thrown on some light pajamas and had brought a hairbrush down with her so she could socialise while she teased the tangles out of her hair. At first she watched the conversation, and I tried to watch her without her noticing. I could see the shape of her body underneath the thin cotton of her clothing, and she had those legs that are toned and muscular and shapely but thin. She sat on the edge of her chair, her toes and the balls of her feet on the floor, knees raised -- do you know what I mean? What a position. Her back arched as she tilted her head back to pull the brush through her damp curls. Her hair was dark and made darker by its wetness, and her cheeks were a soft rose. Her lips were plump and slightly parted as she closed her eyes and worked the brush through her hair. I could help but imagine her naked. Or, more properly, wearing tiny panties, her long legs in front of her, back arched, small breasts raised. Wet. Dripping wet. "Ivy, right?" I snapped back into reality as someone sat down at the table and addressed me -- Carlos, I remembered, from Chile. I'd met him earlier. "Yeah," I said, tearing my attention away from the girl. "Carlos. How's it going?" The banter continued. We pulled out a deck of cards and dealt a game. There were three of us -- Carlos, another guy named Chris from Australia, and me. I've always been one of the boys, drinking beer and playing cards or smoking pot. I'm a cute girl, but I'm not delicate. We played through a round of cards before I heard her voice for the first time. "Hey, guys," she said. Her voice was soft. Of course it was. Like the tinkling of fucking bells. "What're you playing? Can I join?" I couldn't place her accent. It was exotic... and intoxicating. She smiled at me and extended her hand, graceful and slender. "Hi," she said in that strange lilt. "I'm Anja." My breath caught in my throat as I took her hand. "Ivy. Where's your accent from?" As the words came out of my mouth they seemed clumsy. I knew I was just nervous because I was overthinking it. I'm pretty suave, and besides, there was no reason for her to suspect that I was attracted to her. She laughed. "Everyone asks that. I spent part of my childhood in Peru and part in France, but I went to English schools." She pulled a chair out and sat down, rounding out our table. "It's funny, because both my French and my Spanish are rusty at best." My body was tingling. I could barely focus. I was overcome with want for her, and I couldn't get the image of her damp with beads of water and stretching, nearly naked, out of my head. It definitely affected my performance during the game, and I came out last -- while Anja bruised the boys' egos and won seven hands in a row. She cut off her winning streak before it soured. "I'm going to bed, guys. I have to go to work tomorrow." She rolled her eyes. I guessed why. Most travelers end up doing shitty factory work, or anything else that's available for temporary visitors. It's never much fun. "Thanks for the game." She ruffled Carlos and Chris' hair and then leaned down to me. "It was nice to meet you," she said sweetly, and kissed me on the forehead. The smell of her was intense. Jasmine. Ylang-ylang. Strawberries. Dampness. "I'll be around tomorrow after three -- will you be here?" My voice was husky as I replied, "Yeah, I'll be around." Even if I had plans, I'd cancel them. She smiled. She had a dynamite smile. Could light up the dark side of the moon. "It's supposed to rain, and I need someone to sit with on the porch. Most of the girls here are so dull. You seem like so much fun. Tea?" I nodded. "Sounds great. Goodnight. Lovely to meet you. See you tomorrow." She moved like lightness, like feathers and dandelion seeds, from the room. Those thighs in those cotton pajamas. That waist. God. The guys were ready to deal out another game, but I bowed out -- I needed escape and I needed it immediately. "Sorry, guys. I want to get an early start tomorrow. See ya around. 'Night." I couldn't be out of there fast enough. I took the stairs two at a time. My pussy was throbbing, aching for release. That girl had driven me crazy -- and it'd been so long since I'd found anyone worth lusting after. That image in my head... I grabbed my bathroom bag from the bedroom quietly, as all of my roommates were already asleep on the narrow single beds. I headed to the girls' washroom. It was a quirky room with a couple of shower stalls and a couple of toilets, plus a row of sinks and a mirror. I was the only one in there, and I quickly claimed the biggest shower stall for myself. I removed my clothing quickly and turned the water on hot. Slipping beneath its spray, I leaned against the tile wall of the stall and slid my hands down my body. The water felt good on my flesh, and everything felt so intense -- I was so much more sensitive than usual. My fingers found my dark thatch of pubic hair quickly, and I felt a jolt run through my body as my fingertip made contact with my swollen clit. I bit my lip to keep from moaning and started to rub my clit in little circles. It felt like electricity coursing through me, emanating from my loins down my thighs to my toes. I thought about her, about the shape of her body, about the effortless sensuality she moved with, about that long dark hair falling down her back as she tilted her head and arched her spine. I thought about what it would be like to worship her, on my knees in front of her, resting my head against her thighs and pressing my lips to her warm and delicate skin. I imagined what her pussy would look like, plump labia, hooded clit, thighs wet and sticky. I imagined pulling her tiny panties down those perfectly shaped thighs. I rubbed my clit faster and harder, panting now, the hot water hitting me hard. It wasn't enough. I pressed the palm of my hand against my folds and then bent and plunged a finger into myself. Two fingers. I curved them and tried to make contact with my g-spot, but it was difficult in that standing position. I almost groaned in frustration before I caught myself. I imagined doing the same to her, plunging my fingers in, feeling her softness and her wetness and hearing the mewling sounds of her pleasure. The whispered requests. "Harder," I whispered, as if she were saying it to me. "Fuck me..." Abruptly, the water turned cold. Shit! Fucking hostels! I used my free hand to turn off the shower. What a rude awakening it'd been -- but I still had my fingers buried inside of myself, and as the sound of the water subsided, I heard something curious. I heard the panting of a girl, short breaths and tiny gasps, and the wet squelching that could only mean one thing. Someone else was in the bathroom too, and she was doing the same thing I was. I was so turned on, and sometimes when you're in that zone certain things that would seem ludicrous most of the time just make sense. I let a low, quiet moan escape from between my lips. I heard the other girl stop, deathly silent. She must have been in the stall next to mine. I could hear her trepidatious breathing, so shallow, as she tried to keep quiet, but then she gave in, and I could hear her wet smacks again. I knew she was fingering herself. I could head the smacks of her hand making contact with her pussy, that undeniable pumping sound. I continued as well, letting her turn me on even more. I moaned, I gasped, and soon she returned in kind. We were both making noise, and we were both doing it for the other's benefit. It was absolutely thrilling. Soon, I felt myself approaching the crescendo of orgasm. My body felt white-hot, and the sensation was too much. I cried out softly and arched my back as my body shuddered through climax. She came soon after me, gasping and whimpering before her breath stopped for a moment and I knew she had climaxed. Slowly, my heartrate came down and my breathing slowed. I was cold now, and not to mention wet from the shower, so I grabbed a towel and dried off. While I was pulling my pajamas on I heard the door of the next stall swing open. I heard her wash her hands, and then I heard her leave the bathroom. I wouldn't find out who my companion had been. I wished and hoped that it was Anja, who'd gone to bed just minutes before me, but I knew it wasn't likely. She didn't seem the type to masturbate in a bathroom stall at a hostel. Still, after I'd climbed into bed, I couldn't help but imagine her sleek, naked body in the stall next to me as we drove each other to an intense climax. In bed, in a room full of sleeping girls, I quietly slipped my hand into the waistband of my pajama pants and rubbed my clit til I came again, thinking of her. Afterward, I laid in bed and thought to myself that I hoped this wouldn't make things awkward for me the next day. It'd be a shame if we were hanging out and having tea and all I could think of was removing her clothing and tasting her sweetness. I slept like a child that night.