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Night Moves 01

By: DagobahTomcat



Tuck woke up and looked around groggily. He squinted at the clock – 1:45. Making a face, he slid slowly out of bed, careful to not disturb Vanna. His acid heartburn would have to wait its turn – the bladder had the right-of-way and was demanding a trip across the hall. Once that pressing business was finished, he stepped out into the main part of the tiny house where everything was quiet – just as it should be. Light from an external hard drive spilled into the dark corner of the old dining room that currently served as bedroom for his 22 year old step-daughter Lisa. In the blue glow, he could see her arms and torso as a light area on dark bedclothing.

Turning, he moved into the kitchen. At the fridge, he closed his eyes tightly and opened the door to find the milk jug by feel and downed a half-dozen swallows straight from the carton. Replacing it, he closed the fridge and stood there in the dark kitchen, stark naked, with the beginnings of an erection poking forward. Thinking was dangerous, he mused as he glanced down. Especially when it caused the blood-flow to alter course. Well, maybe not thinking so much as fantasizing.

Slowly, he made his way back to where he could see Lisa in her bed. Now that he had time to study her, he could see she was lying on her back, comforter pushed down to her belly. Quietly, he crept across the wood floor, letting his weight shift and flow to avoid making any loud creaks. His body was chilled from the excitement and the partial hard-on he'd had a few minutes ago had drained away. He could see one of her legs sticking out from the knee down. 

He reached out and let his hand float just above her spiked blond hair. His eyes roamed her body and his mouth dried out from the tension of fighting back the urge to just grab everything. She was, as usual, wearing her white spaghetti-strapped top with a black sport-bra underneath.

Slowly, his hand moved away from her hair and he bent close to inhale her scent. The soft, spicy scent filled his nostrils and he closed his eyes in pleasure. Lisa exhaled heavily and moved, pulling her arm up to rest low on her hip. The other hand came up to angle above her head, causing him to move to avoid being punched. That thought forced him to stifle a laugh – it would be just about right for this whole scenario to collapse because she hit him and woke up, discovering him standing naked over her bed.

Staring at the swell of her breasts as she breathed was slightly hypnotizing and let him ignore for a minute the chills racing through his body. Finally, he bent close and slowly reached toward her barely-visible form. He was absolutely terrified but the thought of touching her drew him on relentlessly. It would have to be extremely light – she had said not too long ago that she slept lightly. Hopefully she slept heavily enough to let him get away with this.

The pad of his middle finger brushed cloth and he froze in place, listening for any changes in her sleep. Slowly, he tilted his hand until his palm rested lightly on the curve of her tit. The chills threatened to turn into shakes, so he moved away from her until he calmed down. She was warm, even from a distance. He glanced at her leg, feeling the longing to caress her calf burn in his gut. But he was afraid direct skin on skin contact would cut through her sleep.

Cautiously, he leaned closer and let his hand settle to her chest again, rotating his wrist a bit so that the curves matched up better. Flattening his fingers, he let them lay and follow her curves. Just under the ball of his thumb, he felt the slightly stiffened knob of a nipple. The heat from the contact fought with the chills of excitement and his cock throbbed and started to swell. He ached to stroke her breast and bring the nipple to full hardened arousal. Instead, he settled for lightly squeezing her – not even sure he was putting enough pressure out to be noticeable through her clothing. 

The shivering threatened to hit again, so he moved his hand. He wished she had gotten hot enough to shove the comforter off completely. He needed to put his hand on her mound, desperately. The thought of feeling her body-heat flowing from between her legs and across his fingers made his balls throb. It was almost enough to make him risk moving the comforter.

He laid his hand down on the mattress near her elbow and slowly slid it toward her until he felt the cloth of her shirt. Exhaling slowly and softly, he let his hand slide on until he met resistance from the roll of pudge over Lisa's waist. Very lightly, he slid his fingers upward, imagining her arching up and into his caress.

Without warning, the girl changed position, almost giving him a heart attack. Fortunately, she rolled up onto her side, away from him, his fingers trailing lightly around her side until she rolled out from under them. The comforter bunched up and pulled away, leaving her shorts-clad ass uncovered. His breath caught, almost squeaking, as she squirmed and adjusted her position to back up towards him. He froze, motionless, for a minor eternity to see if she was going to wake up. Her shirt had pulled up to expose the small of her back and the camo-print boy shorts were stretched tight across her rounded buttocks.

Finally, satisfied she was settled back in, he leaned in close to her newly-exposed skin and inhaled deeply. The scent of her body was a heady rush and the urge to trace the waistband of her shorts was almost overwhelming. He inhaled again and smiled. Moving downward, he inhaled again at the hem of her shorts-leg. The spicy aroma of her filled his nostrils and flowed through every cell of his body. Ever so slowly, he moved up to the curve of her butt and very, very lightly rested his lips on her shorts. The rush of the contact felt like he'd been hit by a lightning bolt and huge clap of thunder at the same time and he felt the shakes start. Quickly, he backed off before he woke her.

Carefully, he ran his hand along her leg, not quite close enough to brush her skin. He wondered if one day she would let him touch her, if she would respond to his touch as a lover and seek out the sensations he desperately wanted to give her. She looked so peaceful, lying there relaxed in sleep.

With the shakes abating, he moved his hand back up the line of her leg to her shorts and lightly pressed his open hand against the curve of her ass. Just as he had with her breast, he very lightly flexed his fingers to squeeze her almost imperceptibly. She sighed and shifted against his grip, making his fingers slide a little across the cloth.

He let go and moved his hand, replacing it with his lips one more time. The shakes were coming again and felt like they would be a long time in passing. That meant it was time to go.

Quietly, he crept across the floor, avoiding the worst of the creaks. He stopped in his doorway and studied Vanna. She was curled onto her side, her upper leg cocked to support her torso – coincidentally opening up her body to an adventuring cock. He reached between his legs to fondle himself. The chills and shakes had combined to keep him shriveled throughout his adventure. Now, however, looking down at Vanna and comparing her curves to Lisa's, the shakes died down and his cock began to respond.

Vanna had stripped off her bikini panties just after they had gotten in bed. Sometime during the night, she had done the same with the camisole, leaving it in a heap on the floor beside her. He wondered if she was wet.

Closing his eyes, he imagined it to be Lisa lying there. Now he was good and hard- if she were wet, things would work out perfectly. Not wanting to leave that part to chance, Tuck moved around the bed to the night-stand on his side. Opening one of the drawers, he pulled out a bottle of silicone lube and coated his swollen shaft, making sure the status of Vanna's pussy wouldn't slow down penetration.

He climbed onto the bed and moved to straddle her lower leg. Carefully, he lifted the thigh of her upper leg to give himself enough room to fit securely. Slowly and gently, he nudged with the swollen head of his cock until something began to yield under his attentions. He held himself still and kept the pressure steady. In moments, his patience was rewarded when the lube on his shaft finally slicked her lips enough to let them part and grant him entrance.

Normally, he hated to force himself on her, but at – he glanced around at the clock – 2:27 in the middle of the night after the excitement of feeling up Lisa, he needed to shove his cock into something warm and wet. He didn't care if she got interested this time or not – in fact, he didn't care if she even woke up. 

He buried himself inside her and held his hips in place, imagining how Lisa might respond. He knew she would make noise – based on the video of her jacking off and the years of listening to her and Charlie screwing before they had gotten married and moved out. She would make an appreciative noise as he entered and she settled herself against him. Sadly, Vanna didn't do that. She appeared to hold the idea that the only time you were supposed to make noise during sex was if something hurt or when you climaxed.

He mentally shook himself and quit trying to overlay Vanna's daughter onto her. He knew he was having struggles enough as it was without adding to them that way. Instead, he concentrated on the act itself, analyzing how to best utilize this position the next time Vanna was awake.

He failed miserably, drifting into a near dream-like state, seeing Lisa's body pinned beneath him. He cupped one of Vanna's tits, imagination changing it from that of a 40-year-old mother of five who had breast-fed them all to the amply filled-out mound of a 22-year-old dental hygiene student who sat around and read more romance novels than was healthy for her. Tuck thumbed her nipple into engorged arousal, hearing Lisa moaning at his touch. Vanna grunted and scrunched against his thrusts, shifting him back to reality for a moment.

As he pumped his way toward his explosion, he wondered if Lisa tended to dig her fingernails into one spot or if she raked them up her lover's back. He hoped it was the former, as scratches would be rather obvious tattletales. Vanna moaned softly and unsteadily reached for Tuck's hip. Lisa would be all but screaming by now, he knew, a steady stream of loud "oh oh oh"'s in time to his thrusting. Imagining her cries, he felt the first spasm start in his scrotum. If she ever let him pleasure her, would she call him by his name or Daddy?

He leaned back, riding Vanna as he ran his hands over his chest, imagining Lisa was pawing at him. In his head, he could hear her breathing grow ragged, her cries coming as drawn-out "aaaaaah"'s now. Under him, Vanna's hips started to buck and squirm and he could hear Lisa calling him "Daddy!" as her pleasure built. As she came, she shrieked and pinched his nipples, triggering his own orgasm. He twitched and bucked against Vanna's hips and felt her clamp her muscles around him with a quiet sigh when her release hit. He held himself buried deep inside her until they both stopped shaking.

Slowly, his heart slowed to something approaching normal and he finally pulled out of Vanna. He stepped across the hall again and used a baby-wipe to clean himself up. He started back to his bed when something made him change course and silently drift over to check on Lisa again.

Flat of her back, she had shoved the comforter off and lay with her legs spread in sleeping invitation. Tuck's cock responded to the sight with a valiant effort to stand up again. To make matters worse, her hands were resting in the hollows of her hips as if she were just about to start – or perhaps had just finished – masturbating. There was no room for his own larger hand to play on her mound - he was sure she would end up waking up. Next time, he promised himself.

Bending close, he brushed a light kiss on the tit he had fondled earlier then turned and headed back to his room and the bed Vanna occupied.

Night Moves



When I get out of the car my legs immediately protest the four hour drive I've subjected them to. My eyes are tired, my legs ache and my stomach is in knots as I slowly walk across the motel parking lot in search of room 117.

"More than a couple of hundred miles for this?" I mumble to myself as I pass room 101 in this Budget/Quality/Econo - whatever this cookie-cutter cut-rate motel is called. They're all the same. A cheap place to sleep, or do something else.

"Something else," I mutter, knowing that's what I came all this way for. Something else.

"What are you doing, Marie?" I ask myself as I pass room 111, and then admonish myself for talking to myself like I have been for most of my journey.

117. I take a deep breath before tapping on the door.

"Just walk right in," Blaine had told me when I spoke to him en route. "I'll be waiting for you."

When my knock produces no result I hesitate before reaching out for the doorknob. What's on the other side? A bunch of kids that have been planning to dupe this old white woman to come down here to rob her? They probably think anybody like that would have money, but that's not really this case here. We had a little but the IRA ain't what it used to be after the slide, and probably never will be.

"Just take my money!" I'm prepared to say, not wanting the alternative to happen as I touch the doorknob.

I turn it and it opens. The room, a basic cheap motel room, is dimly lit but someone is here. The bathroom light is on and someone is in the shower. There's a radio on somewhere - no, it's Blaine, signing. Marvin Gaye - I believe. Blaine wasn't even born when Marvin was murdered.

I like a lot of Marvin Gaye's music, so at least we have something in common, I think to myself. Oh sure, it's like we're twins separated at birth. The voice, it's not Marvin but it's not bad, and the words, "I'm hot like an oven and ready for your lovin'." What is that song? Sexual Healing. Good grief.

"Hello?" I say softly as I close the door behind me and dead bolt it securely, but my voice is like a child's, weak and frightened.

Steam is pouring out of the doorway, because the door isn't closed all the way, and I'm tempted to tear of my clothes and charge into the shower with Blaine. Go ahead, I tell myself. I've been talking a good game, trying to get and keep this young guy's interest. Time to put up or shut up.

I shut up. I set my pocketbook down on the dresser and look at myself in the mirror. Left the house looking fresh and crisp and now I look like I just spent 4 hours in a car. I try to brush the creases out of my pant suit and finally take the jacket off.

The light blue blouse is also showing the effects of being in the car that long, and there are dark patches under the arms because I've begun to sweat profusely. I look horrible - look every bit of my 57 years, and now the shower is turned off.

I clear my throat while trying to peek around the corner to see what's on the other side. Still time to run, and if he isn't what he claimed to be I could justify fleeing, but I only catch a glimpse of him through the fog. 

He's black, alright. As black as black, just like I'm as pale as white can get. The skin I saw on his back was glistening and smooth. I clear my throat again and Blaine responds.

"Marie?" he calls out and I respond with a meek, "Yes, Blaine. It's Marie."

"Make yourself comfortable," he suggests, but I'm way too nervous for that so I stand there and wait in the center of the room.

After a minute, the door opens wide and a large form fills the doorway while steam oozes past the young man as he poses nonchalantly wearing nothing but a towel and a smile.

The face is boyish but what's below is anything but. Tall, well over six foot, and while he's not overly muscular, there doesn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him. His skin is shimmering, and he looks like a panther as he shifts his weight to his other foot and all of the muscles and tendons in his body react to the movement.

"I'm sorry," I say when I realize that Blaine had said something that I didn't catch, so mesmerized was I by the sight before me.

"I said that I told you to get comfortable," Blaine said in a voice that was neither cheerful or threatening. "I meant for you to take your clothes off."

"Here?" I ask, and realize that's a stupid question, because I wasn't going to go out to the parking lot and strip.

Blaine nods. The room is way too bright for this. I need really dim lighting these days, because while I'm in good shape for a 57 year old woman, I'm still 57.

My fingers move under Blaine's intense glare, fumbling with a task so simple a child could do it. Just as well, I think to myself as I work down the row of buttons, because I think the back of my blouse is soaking wet. I'm melting down in front of this man, a man who is probably used to women so much younger.

And my bra - I feel so foolish having bought this thing at Victoria's Secret. Seemed like a good idea at the time, because this brassiere made what you have look lush, full and youthful.

It did that, alright. The problem was that when it came off, so would the way I looked with it on. A single clasp in front was all that needed to be undone, yet I was frozen. Petrified by the thought of exposing myself to this young man.

A young man who was only wearing a towel around his flat stomach, and because the towel was one of those skimpy hotel towels that was threadbare, there was an unmistakable bulge that the inadequate cotton could not pretend to hide. 

Maybe that was why I stood there like a statue while Blaine remained in the doorway. I had to will my fingers to move, and as the bra clasp came undone I swore that if he laughed or made a comment, I was going to grab my clothes and run out the door, covering myself as best I could and go home.

The bra came open, and as my aging breasts eased out of their support and down to their rightful positions, my eyes were almost closed but I was squinting, waiting for the reaction I was sure was coming.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it Marie?" came the silky smooth voice from the hulking figure. "They look soft and supple. Are they, Marie?"

I nod, because they are. Too damn soft and supple these days, and I long for Blaine to be seeing me when I was his age, when my breasts stuck out proudly and firm, before time and children wore them down.

Blaine tells me to take my breasts in my hands, and I do he asks. I knead the plaint globes, gently at first, and after Blaine reminds me that I like the played with rougher, I start pulling on them as if I was alone.

But I'm not alone. Blaine is there, and as I take my nipples between my fingers and pull on them hard, stretching the tit flesh straight out, I see that Blaine has slipped his hand into the opening of the towel and has his cock in hand, pulling on himself under the cotton shield.

I want to see it - want to see his cock so badly, but now he wants me to finish undressing. I'm no longer fiddling, and drop my slacks and panties as fast as possible. My legs and butt are okay, but I suspect that he doesn't like my bush.

I trimmed it before I left home, but I'm so self-conscious about the size of my labia that the little hair I do have around my pussy helps to hide me somewhat.

"Need to cum," Blaine says abruptly, and as he moves out of the doorway the hand that had been stroking his cock slid up and undid the knot that was holding the towel somewhat together.

For a second, my legs turned to jelly as I watched the white towel drop to the floor as Blaine started walking toward me. The picture - the way he described himself - I had assumed that it was all part of the game. Just playful exaggeration and hyperbole, or so I thought.

I found myself looking up into Blaine's eyes as he came up to me, even thought I felt his huge manhood poking me in the stomach, and while I tried not to let him think that I was in any way in awe of what I was standing in front of, he knew different.

How many other women had he seduced like he had me? How many had found themselves captivated by the forbidden fruit that he offered do freely? How many others had felt the gentle yet insistent pressure on their shoulders and had given in to those big black hands bringing them to their knees, like I was finding myself heading?

The size of Blaine's penis was stunning from a distance, but up close like this, the monstrous ebony hose swaying at half mast was terrifying. Oh, I had seen the pictures and had been amused at the many times he would refer to the size of his cock, but I had chalked that up to youthful bravado and creative camera angles.

Did Blaine enjoy this? The 57 year old mother of two grown children being reduced to this? My hands were visibly trembling as I reached up to take the shaft of his manhood? Did he get off on this? I was unable to look up, but judging by the way I could feel the blood surging through the veins I didn't need to look.

He's just a man. I kept telling myself that as my hands wrapped themselves around the thick warm shaft of his cock and guided the bulbous head of this behemoth to my lips. He tasted fresh, and as I stretched my mouth out and let my lips slide over the now-taut skin of his glans, I heard Blaine's soothing tone.

"That's it Marie," Blaine sighed, his hands running through my blonde hair, and now he was hard in my fists.

I let my hands slide up and down the richly vein and muscled shaft of his cock, and then I heard Blaine say something so I took him out of my mouth to ask what he had said. As I did, I felt his first ejaculation splatter all over my chin .

I took his cock in my mouth as fast as I could manage, just in time to catch the next of what seemed to be an endless number of spurts, as his enormous cock spat out seed in a volume that was nearly gagging me.

As I struggled to keep from choking on the waves of semen that flowed down my throat, I felt let down. All of this driving and anticipation, and Blaine wasn't in my mouth a minute before he was cumming.

I struggled to catch my breath after Blaine pulled his cock out of my mouth, feeling him rub his dick all over the cum on my face, and then he was putting it back into my mouth once again.

"Nice," Blaine purred. "That took the edge off. Now let's see what kind of a cocksucker you are, Marie."

I felt him start to get a bit soft, but then his cock began to surge once more and I could feel him length and thicken in my mouth and hands once more. The powers of youth, I marvelled as my lips took in as much of the gigantic cock as I could, and also I felt a shiver go down my spine when I realized that I was exciting him, for whatever reason. This only made me more eager to please.

I pulled my lips off of him and played with the opening of his cock with my tongue, prying open the pee-hole of the fat head and dabbing it with the tip of my probe. Blaine chuckled and took his cock away from me, and offered his balls to me.

There they were, two big eggs in an over-sized wrinkled pouch. The left one was an extra large, but the right one was a medium, just the right size for me to suckle one.

Blaine had put his cock on the top of my head and was surrounding it with my hair, ruining the styling I had done early that morning with him in mind, but it was worth it because I could tell he liked the way my hair felt on his dick.

My knees were starting to feel the effect of the position I found myself in all this time, but Blaine wanted my mouth once again so he brought it back to my lips. My jaws were sore as I opened my mouth like I was at the dentist, but the instrument that was going in was unlike anything you would find in that office.

Now Blaine was in command, feeding me as much of his manhood as he wanted, and then he began to test my capacity. How I wanted to take all of his magnificent appendage - let all of his cock feel my lips and make sure he would never forget me, but he was simply too thick and too long.

Once Blaine figured out how much I could handle, he was careful to not force any more of him into my throat. Now his fist replaced mine, and he began pumping the shaft faster while I worked on the rest.

Blaine's other hand grabbed me by the back of my hair, and as he pulled his cock out of my mouth he pulled my head backwards just as he started to cum. Ropes of Blaine's cum sprayed all over my face, and although I kept my mouth open in hopes of capturing as much of his luscious seed as I could, most of it landed all over my face, burning my eyes in the process.

"Don't move, Marie," Blaine said, and I stayed where I was, feeling his cum drool down my face while I knelt there like his slut.

I felt Blaine's hands under my arms, lifting me up to my feet as he tried to show me something, but I couldn't see. After he gave me a towel to wife my eyes with, he let me look again at what he had. A picture of me with Blaine's semen all over my face on his phone.

"I'll send it to you," Blaine offered before walking away for a moment, his flaccid cock swaying in front of him as he walked, and I cringed when I imagined someone I knew seeing me in that picture like that.

"Get on the bed," Blaine directed as he approached me with a bag in his hands. "On your back. Spread those skinny legs of yours for me."

I did as Blaine wanted, even going so far as to grab the backs of my thighs so that my legs were spread even wider than they would be for my gynecologist. I felt so exposed, yet when I saw that dangling cock of Blaine's I wanted it. I wanted to make him hard again and experience what it would be like to have a man that large.

Blaine, on the other hand, had something else in mind. He extracted a large plastic shell, and inside the casing was this gigantic black dildo. Blaine snapped it open and wiggled it around for me to see, even resting it next to his limp cock to compare their sizes. The package claimed that this toy was a foot long, and from the looks of it, the dildo was almost an exact match for the real thing of the man that was holding it.

"Now whenever you're thinking about me, you'll be able to use this," Blaine said as he slathered lubricant all over the big fake dick before he brought it to my pussy.

"Thought you were going to trim this bush for me," Blaine said as he ran his hand through the triangle of hair.

"I did," I said.

"Wish you got rid of it all," Blaine said. "No reason to be ashamed of your labia. I like them big like yours. Sweet looking meat curtains."

"Please," I whimpered as Blaine inserted the dildo inside me a little after spreading my "meat curtains" to accommodate it.

"What's the matter, Marie? Too big for you?"

"No," I winced as he pushed more of the enormous toy into me. "Want it - want the real thing?"

"You could never handle it."

"Yes, I can," I insist. "Please don't make me beg."

"We'll see. Got to get me hard first," Blaine said. "Don't usually do pussy. Let's see if you can handle this first. Maybe if you put on a good enough show for me I'll put it in a little ways."

I cried out as Blaine spun the huge dildo inside of me, but I was determined. I had given birth twice. Surely I could handle a man's cock, even one the size of Blaine's.

"Hm-mm," I heard Blaine purr as he moved more of that cock in me, and when I looked down I saw him stroking his cock, the lubrication on his grotesquely swollen organ making it even more imposing. 

"I want it," I insisted. "I want it."

"Marie! Marie!"

I was startled when I saw my husband's face, and confused when he reached over and turned off the alarm clock, which had been going off for two minutes apparently.

"Oh," I said as my husband climbed over me on his way to the shower.

"What did you want?" he asked before entering the bathroom, and when I looked confused he explained. "You kept saying you wanted something."

"I dunno," I said, and after I woke up I followed my husband into the bathroom and threw off my nightie.

"I just remembered what it was I wanted," I told my startled spouse as I climbed in the shower and pulled the curtain behind me, giggling like a schoolgirl.

"I wanted the man I love," I said as I went to my knees - knees that weren't aching at all but were ready to worship the only cock I ever had, and as the shower spray soothed our bodies I drained my lover as only I could.

****

A fantasy. That's all. Written by a woman who is monogamous but has an active imagination, an imagination that had been dormant until I discovered literotica last month.

I hope you all enjoyed my little fantasy. You too, Blaine. 



Night Moves



As usual no descriptive sex scenes in this story.

This story was partially inspired by Bob Seger's song "Night Moves" but mainly by a relationship I had while in college.

Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are welcome and appreciated. I hope you enjoy my story.

I used her, she used me 
But neither one cared 
We were gettin' our share 
Workin' on our night moves 

(Bob Seger...Night Moves)

**********

I would have bet chalk, money, or marbles that I wouldn't be here, in this place, in this situation, today. The situation is me sitting at the lounge in a big time hotel waiting for my wife. Today is our first wedding anniversary. As I said I didn't think I would ever be here.

Taking my first sip of a really good bourbon I thought back over the preceding years. It all started while I was in college. 

**********

I'm Jason Morgan and Stephanie Daniels is or was or hell I don't know my fiancée. Steph and I met at our local college in St. Louis. We started dating and got engaged in the middle of our sophomore year. Then she got a scholarship to some big time school in New York City. Neither of us really wanted her to go, at least I didn't want her to. But it was too great an opportunity to pass up so she left. Promises were made that we would talk two or three times a week and visit each other as much as possible.

Not that visits would be very often, mostly holidays, spring break, and over the summer. Neither of us could afford to fly back and forth too often and it was too far to drive for a weekend visit. We talked and wrote each other a lot her junior year. 

I called on Thursday to talk to Stephanie about our plans about a month before the summer break.

"Jason Honey, I won't be coming home over the summer," she told me. "This program is full time all year long. I thought I told you that."

"No that was one fact you neglected to tell me Stephanie. You know I took that internship here and I won't be able to come see you more than three or four times all summer. Why would you want to go the school all year long when you knew we wouldn't get to spend some time together? We were supposed to plan our wedding over the summer."

"That's how you get your advanced degree in such a short period of time. Study, study, study," she said. 

"But Steph..." I began

She interrupted me, "Baby, I love you but I think we should see other people while I'm in New York. It doesn't make sense for either of us to sit at home for a whole year." There was silence on the line for a few seconds. Then..."We can plan the wedding when I get home." 

"Wait a minute. You want to break our engagement so you can date while you're in New York. And you expect me to just sit at home and wait for you?"

"No silly. I'm not breaking anything," Stephanie replied. "I'll be back when I get my degree and we can get married them. And you can go out and have some fun too."

"Thank you so much Steph. I mean it's really decent of you to let me have a life too. 

"Now don't be like that Jason.  Look I've got to go, got a late class. Call me tomorrow night and we can talk some more. Bye Honey."

I couldn't believe she just hung up on me. I also couldn't believe the bull shit she'd been spouting. See other people huh? Wait a year for her to come home, I don't think so. 

Friday evening I called to have it out with Stephanie. Her new roommate, Donna, told me she was out with Ralph. "Want to leave a message?" She asked. I told her I would call back tomorrow around noon. 

Saturday I called at 12:30 afternoon New York time. 

"She hasn't come back to the apartment yet," Donna told me. "Ralph and her must be having a really good time. It's a good thing too. I told her if they didn't find somewhere else besides our apartment I was gonna move out so I could get some sleep. I'm sorry; I've just been running on and on. You wanna leave a message this time?"

"Yeah I do. Tell her Jason called like she asked." 

It was close to eight when Stephanie called, that's nine New York time.

"Jason I'm so sorry," she said. "I forgot you were going to call. Anyway I'm here now so we can talk."

"Just one question Steph. Did you wear your engagement ring when you were screwing good ole Ralph or did you take it off?"

"Honey, let me explain."

"No explanation needed. Your idea of seeing other people is to screw as many guys as you can before you come home," I said. "Tell you what Steph, you can keep the ring, it doesn't mean anything now. Good luck in school."

I heard, "But Honey" as I hung up. My phone rang in just a minute but I didn't answer. Stephanie didn't have anything to say that I wanted to hear.

**********

The next Friday the study group I was part of pulled an all nighter. I stumbled home around 9 A.M. Saturday morning. Stephanie was sitting on the steps in front of my dorm building. 

"Hi Honey," she said and tried to hug me.

I pushed her away. "What do you want Steph?"

"I wanted to see you and explain about last week end."

"We said everything that needed to be said on the phone. Now I just put in an all night study session and I'm tired. Go away. I hope you and Ralph will be very happy." I walked past her and went to my room.

Stephanie called me around 1 and again at 1:30 and again at 2. I hung up each time I heard her voice. I left my place about 6. She must have been waiting for me because she was sitting on my front steps.

I held up my hand before she could speak. "No Steph. We don't need to talk, it is what I think it is, and I don't believe that it's only me that you love. So save your breath and don't waste my time. Go away and leave me alone." I jumped into my car and drove away.

The study group had decided to meet at Antonio's Pizza Palace. There were six of us having a good time and celebrating the conclusion to the project we'd been working on. John and Sally, Barry and Jane were sort of dating after spending so much time together during the project. That left Rocky and me; Rocky was really Raquel Jenson. She hated her name.

When we met at the first get together of the study group Rocky told us, "My parents must have been high or drunk or something when they named me Raquel." She looked at us with a serious face. "The first one that calls me Raquel gets a book upside the head. Call me Rocky."

The other four members of the group didn't say anything, they just nodded. Rocky turned to me and asked, "Understand Jason?"

"Sure thing Raquel. Anything you say," I replied with a grin.

She looked at me for several seconds and then grinned too. "I'm going to have to keep an eye on you, aren't I?"

From that night it was always Rocky and me. We studied with the group but it was just us two that would cram for exams. It was just us two that went to coffee houses and bars to debate and discuss our project. It was just us two that would party when we got good progress reports. We also shared the disappointment when our work got turned back by the professor. It was always just Rocky and me.

If our situations had been different I could have fallen for Rocky; big time. She was almost as tall as me at 5' 9, with curves that let you know she was a woman; coming or going there was no doubt. Her long auburn hair kept falling over her face and hid her green eyes. And she had an easy way about her. When she talked to you it was like you were the only other person in the room.

Our relationship wasn't sexual or loving or anything. We were just two friends with a lot of the same interests and outlook on life. Hell Rocky was engaged to a guy going to school at Oxford in England. If one of us had a personal problem the other one was always there to talk to. 

When I called it off with Steph, Rocky was there for me. We went to a driving range and hit golf balls until my hands bled. Then we went to a bar and when I got too drunk to walk, much less drive, Rocky took me to her apartment and put me to bed on her couch.

Before I lost my battle with a bottle of tequila Rocky said, "When the word gets around campus that you're a free agent, well....you better stand back or you'll get run over."

"What?" I asked.

"Look at you. You're what 6'2 and a solid 200 pounds. You got that dark wavy hair and those baby blue eyes." I started to speak and Rocky held up her hand to stop me. "Plus cleaned up you ain't a bad looking guy. I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you." She chuckled at the stunned look on my face. "Yes sir, it's going to be a stampede."

Rocky was the one that convinced me that Steph was the idiot. "She had a man that worshiped her, that would do anything for her, and would have been the best husband ever. Then she expected you to wait for her to get done with her boy toys and come back to you. Stupid bitch is what she is."

"Yeah, if she's too dumb to know what a good catch I am, she doesn't deserve me," I replied laughing. After that night I was okay; I began to forget about Steph.

Rocky was the one that convinced me to spread my wings as it were and get back into the game; to quit feeling sorry for myself and begin looking for Steph's replacement. And Rocky was the one that listened and gave advice when I talked about the women I dated. Yeah, things would have been a lot harder without Rocky's help.

About two months after I came back to life Rocky called me. We talked about nothing special for a while but she sounded down.

"What's on your mind Rocky?" I asked concerned for my friend. Rocky was always upbeat and full of life but not that night.

"You got anything on for tonight," she asked. "If not could you come over and spend the night?"

"Rocky! What...I mean..." I was stunned.

"Not like that dummy," she said with a little laugh. "I just don't want to be alone tonight. I could use an all night hug."

I didn't hesitate. "I'll be there by 7 Rocky. Got to take a shower and clean up. See you soon."

Rocky opened the door when I knocked. She looked like a sad little puppy. As I stepped inside she hugged me and we stood there for at least a couple of minutes. When Rocky pulled away I walked her over to the couch and sat down with her.

"Okay Buddy. What's going on?"

Then she told me her story. We'd never talked about her love life or anything; I guess she was spending too much time helping me get over Steph. She and her fiancé, Robert, had agreed to date or see others while he was at Oxford. Robert said it wasn't realistic to expect either of them to spend months apart and not want to go out sometime. 

"Robert's a bit of a philosopher," Rocky told me. "He said that if we were meant to be that no one we dated would mean any more than a diversion until we were together again." Rocky gave me a sad little smile. "I was okay with it. I was sure of our love. The only guy I've spent time with is a big lug named Jason," she said touching my hand. "That's why I haven't dated anyone; I had my buddy to hang with." Rocky stopped and stared at the wall for several seconds.

"But now?" I prompted.

"But now, Robert sent me an email telling me that he's met someone that he's interested in." I could see the anger in her eyes. "This woman is the daughter of some Lord and Lady or something. He wants us to talk when he comes home on summer break." She stood up. "Like I'm supposed to wait to see if he's going to dump me." Rocky paced back and forth like a cage lioness.

"In a way it sounds like what Stephanie tried to do to me. Remember what you said about Steph being stupid?" I asked. Rocky looked at me and I continued, "If Robert is dumb enough to let some little bit of fluff take him away from a great girl, he deserves to spend his life with second best."

"What should I do Jason? Should I wait until summer or should I call or email him or what?" Rocky sighed. "I've never been in this position before."

"Robert's an honest guy from what you've told me." She nodded agreement. "At least he's telling you about it instead of hiding it." I watched Rocky as she paced. "Send him an email or call him. Tell him you're not happy with the situation. Tell him you're not gonna sit and wait for him to make up his mind. Tell him either you guys are engaged and exclusive or you're nothing. Or..."

"Or what?" It was Rocky's turn to prompt me.

"You could sit back and see what happens. Your choice Rocky; either way I'll be here for you when you need a friend."

Rocky sat down and hugged me. I waited for her to end the hug but she didn't. I woke up the next morning lying next to Rocky on the couch. She looked like a little girl; the frown wrinkles were gone from her face and she had a small smile.

Her head was on my chest when she opened her eyes. Rocky smiled at me, gave me a quick kiss and ran for the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth while you're in there," I shouted. "Your breath smells like my tennis shoes." It didn't really but I didn't want her getting too serious too soon.

Rocky came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. "My turn," I yelled and ran into the bathroom.

She had coffee on and as we waited for it to brew she asked, "What should I do Jason?"

"Okay, after all the talk from last night I think you should call him. Tell him how you feel without bitchin at him. If he's the kind of guy you've said, he'll be honest with you."

"What if he wants Lady something or another? What if he tells me we're over?" 

"That's a possibility," I said. "But do you want to sit around until summer to find out?"

I could tell that Rocky was mulling over what I'd said. "I seem to remember someone telling me to quit feeling sorry for myself and get on with my life. That sound familiar?"

Rocky looked at me hard for a moment and then smiled. "I think that's why you're my friend. You're just so damn smart." We both laughed and she went to get the phone.

"There's a five hour difference between here and London so Robert's probably in class. I'll leave a message on his cell," Rocky said as she pushed buttons. I heard her message telling Robert she wasn't happy and that he needed to call her right away.

"Now, we'll have breakfast while I'm waiting for him to call back," she said.

We'd finished eating and were cleaning up when Robert returned her call. I heard, "What the hell is this about some little English chippy?" Then Rocky said, "You're damned right I'm upset. Don't tell me to calm down."

I waved to Rocky and mouthed "I've got a class" and left. There wasn't a class but she and Robert needed some privacy.

After two days I hadn't heard from Rocky so I called her. Several times her cell went to voice mail as did her land line. Worried I went by her apartment. She answered the door looking like death warmed over. Rocky's hair hadn't seen a brush or a comb recently, she wore no makeup, and her clothes looked like something a bag lady would wear.

"Rocky! What the hell?" I said pushing my way past her into the apartment. As I passed her I got an idea she hadn't showered for a couple of days. I pulled Rocky to sit with me on the couch.

"Robert broke up with me," she said in a sad voice. "He asked for his ring back. Said I could send it to him. He said he didn't mean to fall in love with Prudence but he did."

"What the hell kind of name is Prudence?" I asked sarcastically; trying to make her feel better.

For the first time Rocky showed a little life; she chuckled at my question. "Robert tried to tell me how he and Prudence met but I told him I didn't care." She gave me an evil little grin. "I told him that he gave me the engagement ring in person and if he wanted it back he could come and get it in person."

"Good. I don't think he'll have the balls to come and get it," I responded with a scornful laugh. "Not even when he gets back to the States." I had my doubts that Robert would want to face an angry Rocky. 

He'll get a nasty surprise if I ever meet him too, I thought. I knew that Robert and Rocky had an agreement. I knew that at least Robert told Rocky the truth and didn't try to hide anything. And I knew that it wasn't really any of my business. But the asshole hurt my friend and I wouldn't let that go by, I said to myself. Not logical but human emotions are seldom logical.

"C'mon Rocky, get cleaned up. I'm taking you out for pizza and beer," I said. She tried to say she wasn't going but I interrupted her. "No argument young lady. As someone once told me it's time to quit feeling sorry for myself and get back in the game. Right back at you Rocky."

We stared at each other for what seemed to be a full minute and then she smiled. Rocky nodded and went to her bedroom. I heard the shower start, got a beer, and sat on the couch waiting for her. It was worth the wait. She came to join me and looked great. Her hair was clean and shiny and pulled into a long pony tail. Rocky was wearing jeans and a crop top which showed off her great figure. Nothing fancy but she looked better than a runway model, at least to me.

"You clean up pretty good," I told her with a grin. "I better get my bat to help you fight off the men." I paused and added, "You look real nice Rocky."

"That's because of good advice from my best friend," she replied. "Let's get that pizza, I'm starved.

Previously we'd been seeing each other twice a week in class and once a week with the study group. The class and project was over and the study group had disbanded. Rocky and I made a point of getting pizza or burgers or sushi on a weekly basis. The sushi was her idea. Where I grew up sushi was considered fishing bait. I ate a lot of rice and drank a lot of sake on sushi nights.

About six weeks after her break up with Robert, Rocky invited me in after one of our dinners. She sat me on the couch, got me a beer, and sat down next to me.

"How's your love life?" She asked. I was caught completely off guard. Since Steph, I hadn't talked about the few, and I mean few, dates or the ladies I took on those dates.

"What love life?" I answered with a smile. "I'm not ready to jump in with both feet again; at least not yet." I could tell she wanted to hear more. "A few uneventful dates, no second dates with the same girl. That's pretty much it. I've been concentrating on my studies."

"Me too," Rocky offered. "I've had two or three dates but nobody special has jumped up."

"Why the sudden interest in my love life?"

"Well Jason...To put it bluntly I'm horny." 

We'd never really talked about our sex lives. Romantic problems and questions yes but nothing about sex. I was surprised and puzzled. It must have shown on my face.

"Don't look so shocked, she said with a grin. "Girls get horny too. I controlled my, let's call them urges, when I was waiting for Robert. It didn't bother me that much. But now, there's no one to wait for." Rocky got me a second beer and sat back down. 

"So why are you telling me all this?"

"I don't want a series of one night or one month stands with guys whose only attribute is that they're available. If I get rid of my horniness I want to be with someone who at least cares about me a little." Rocky hesitated and continued, "I was thinking of using my best friend." When I didn't respond she said, "That's you dummy."

Being the silver tongued devil that I am, I came up with a response fitting a college man with a 3.85 GPA.

"What?" I stammered. "You can't be serious Rocky. Hell we've never even danced together much less made out."

"I know, but think about it. You don't want to get involved with someone and neither do I. So why can't two friends help each other." Rocky waited for my reaction and when I didn't say anything she continued. "If what you've told me is true about your dating life...." She looked at me and I nodded. "Then you've got to be as horny as a Billy goat with two peckers. It's been what, three or four months since you and Steph were, let's say intimate."

"But Rocky what you're planning is..."




Night Moves



"Friends helping each other with a problem. We're already best friends; we can be best friends with benefits. You know sort of like that Bob Seger song, 'Night Moves'." She grinned at me and softly sang, "I used her, she used me but neither one cared. We were gettin our share." Rocky stopped singing and waited for my reaction When I just sat there she asked, "How about it big guy, want to see my bedroom?" .

I sat in deep thought for a long time, almost 3 seconds. "Love too," I replied and followed her into the bedroom.

**********

Six months later and our friends with benefits relationship was working and going strong. It continued until the end of the school term and through the summer. We didn't sleep together every day or even every week. When one of us got horny or wanted to take the edge off we would call and schedule a meeting of what Rocky called the "BFU", or Best Friends Unanimous. 

September rolled around and we were back in school. The BFU continued its meetings. About the first of October the meetings slowed down. Rocky had dated a few guys but seemed to be serious about the latest one, Steve. She went on several dates with him which was unusual. 

We still called each other and sometimes went out for a pizza or burgers but there were few overnighters. After the second month of Rocky and Steve there were no more meetings of the BFU. 

"It just wouldn't feel right with Steve in the picture, you know?" Rocky said during one of our pizza nights. Steve's a good guy Jason," she suggested. "I wish you'd let me introduce you two." She looked at me hopefully but I shook my head.

"No, I don't think so Rocky. If I met the guy that's grabbed the interest of my best friend, I'm sure I'd like him. And the last thing you two need is me hanging around. Let it be Rocky."

The real reason I didn't want to meet Steve was that I'd done a stupid thing; I fell in love. Normally this wouldn't be a bad thing but the person I fell in love with was Rocky.  I just knew if I told her how I felt; the BFU would cease to exist. But what scared me more was that our friendship might cease to exist too.

I debated with myself and told myself not to be a wimp. Carpe Diem or Seize the Day, Who Dares Wins, and other mottos and platitudes came into my head. I should tell Rocky how I feel, I thought for the hundredth time. Problem was that she might not feel the same way. It might freak her out and I would lose her completely.

Stephanie's actions still bothered me in a way. It cause me to distrust women; Rocky was the exception. I had and was dating but I couldn't see myself with any of them past maybe another date. Guess it came down to the fact that I'd rather have her as my friend than to be without her. I convinced myself that having Rocky in my life was enough right now. 

All my rationalizations and justifications for keeping quiet worked fine until Rocky had started dating Steve exclusively. 

When Stephanie and I broke up, I was down for a while but I would have come out of it. I wouldn't have spent months or years, pining away. Rocky just accelerated the recovery. It wasn't until I thought about losing her friendship that I realized how much she meant to me.

I didn't sit at home breathlessly waiting for Rocky to call; a select few young ladies spent the night at my place. But I couldn't stand the idea of losing Rocky's friendship. I don't know that I was obsessed with her but maybe so. Because my dates were out of my mind as soon as they were out of my apartment.

Rocky dated Steve and only Steve for about two months. They were together three or four nights or days a week. During that time she would call at least once a week to talk but we only got together twice. During the second of our increasingly rare meetings of the BFU Rocky told me that she hadn't sleep with Steve yet but she was thinking about it. Both times she called me, Steve was out of town. I had stopped calling her. 

"Who's keeping you occupied Jason?" Rocky asked one evening when we met for pizza and beers; Steve was busy that night. "Usually you call me if I don't call you so you must have a honey hidden somewhere."

I smiled and shook my head. "Don't want to jinx it Rocky. I'll tell you one of these days but not now." I couldn't tell her that the reason I don't call her is because I love her. I couldn't tell her that knowing she was developing feelings for Steve was killing me? 

Two weeks later I got a call from Rocky. "How about burgers tonight?" She asked.

"What about Steve?"

"I'm not talking about a meeting of the BFU; just two friends having dinner." There was a wistful tone in her voice.

"Okay, I'll meet you at Tulley's at 6:30 but you're buying the beer," I teased her.

Tulley's was a neighborhood bar and grill just far enough off campus not to be dominated by students. The customers were most blue collar types and their families that lived nearby. I got to Tulley's at 6:15 and Rocky was already there. She waved from a booth in the back to get my attention.

She had a bottle of beer in her hand and there were two sitting on the table. "You're one behind so you better catch up."

I sat down and drank about half of a beer. "So what do you want to talk about Rocky?"

She looked down at the table as she making circles with her bottle. "Why have you stopped calling me Jason? Did I do something to make you mad?"

Now it was my turn to look down at the table. I peeled the label off the beer bottle in bits and pieces. Shaking my head I turned the beer up and drank the other half.

"C'mon buddy, talk to me," Rocky prompted.

I took a deep breath and let it out. Should I tell her the truth? I asked myself silently. I could say that I was worried that Steve wouldn't understand the relationship between Rocky and me. I could say that I was only thinking of her and Steve. She would know that wasn't the real reason. I'd never been much good at lying and especially not to Rocky. 

"Jason?" Rocky prompted again. "C'mon if best buddies can't be straight with each other then maybe they're not best buddies. Talk to me Jason."

I gave a big sigh; I was caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place. If I told Rocky the truth I might lose her as a friend. If I didn't tell her, I might lose her as a friend. Not talking was a no win situation. Stop being such a wuss, I told myself. At least if I told her how I feel about her I'd still have a chance to keep her friendship. 

"Okay Raquel, you win. I'll tell you what's on my mind," I replied. "But you have to let me finish before you say anything. No questions, no interruptions. Just sit there and listen. Okay?"

Rocky smiled at the use of her real name and nodded. I took a pull on the second beer; the first one had magically disappeared. "I'm in love with you Rocky." I held up my hand to stop her from interrupting. "That's the reason I didn't want to meet Steve. As long as I didn't know him I could think he was just passing through, so to speak. I could think that you'd eventually shine him on and I'd have you all to myself again."

The waitress came over to check on us. I thought about getting a triple bourbon but decided that was the last thing I needed right now; maybe later. "When you helped me get passed Steph I let myself get closer to you. At first I told myself it was just because I was hurting. I thought maybe you were like a rebound date and I didn't want to hurt you. Then I realized that you weren't just a rebound romance."

Rocky opened her mouth to say something. "Hush, you promised," I ordered. "And no, the full realization didn't come when we started Best Friends Unanimous. It came when you started dating Steve. For the first time I thought about losing what we had, about losing you. That's why I haven't called you lately, I didn't want to hear you talk about Steve and how you were beginning to think he was special."

She smiled and raised her hand like a kid in school for permission to speak. I nodded and she asked, "Why didn't you tell me how you felt? Don't you think that's something I'd like to know?"

"This is gonna sound really dumb," I answered. "If I did I thought you might be uncomfortable spending time with me. I was afraid that if you knew how I felt I'd lose your friendship. Pretty stupid huh?"

"Why tell me now?"

"Because you pushed it," I replied with a little heat. "You just had to know why I'd stop calling as much." Rocky looked a little shocked. "But that's not the only reason," I added.

She raised her eyebrows in a question. "The British SAS has a motto; Who Dares Wins. I figured what the hell. If I lose you to Steve or lose you because of how I feel, what's the difference? I'd still lose you. At least this way I've got a shot at keeping your friendship."

I waved the waitress over and ordered another beer for Rocky. "For you too?" The waitress asked. "No bring me a triple Jack Daniels on the rocks. No water." On second thought I could use a drink, I told myself. 

Turning back to Rocky I asked, "So now what? Did I freak you out entirely?"

The waitress returned with the drinks and Rocky took a big swallow before she answered.

"No you didn't, freak me out, as you say," she said with a small grin. "You see besides wanting to know why you hadn't called I have something I wanted to tell you." Rocky stopped and looked at me, her grin getting bigger.

"Steve's history," she told me. "I won't be seeing him again."

"What?" 

"I shined him on, as you so deftly put it," she said. Now she held up her hand to stop me from talking. "The reason I stopped is that I feel the same way about you. I love you Jason."

Picking up my drink, I took a big hit on it. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I'm as big an idiot as you," she replied. "You were still hurting from that Stephanie thing and I didn't want to scare you away. Why do you think I came up with the idea of the BFU?" Rocky looked at the shock on my face. "I thought it might be a good way to show you how I felt." She chuckled. "But you didn't take the hint, you just accepted my reasoning."

Stunned and speechless, I knocked back my drink. Then I smiled. "Where do we go from here Raquel?"

************

So as I sit here waiting for Rocky on our first anniversary. We are going to have dinner and stay in the bridal suite to celebrate. For a year after our little meeting at Tulley's we were never more than a phone call away from each other. Most nights were spent at her apartment or mine. After graduation we were never more than an arm's length away from each other because we moved in to a larger apartment together.

This last year was our first year as a married couple. We've bought a house and will close on it within the next month. It's all good. I have my best friend, my lover, and my wife next to me every day.

Rocky enters the lounge. She looks great. Of course she always looks great but there is a special glow or something about her tonight.

I stand and we kiss. She sits next to me in the booth instead of across the table. The waitress comes to the booth and I order a small Jack Daniels. Rocky says she just wants water with a lemon slice.

"Thought we were going to celebrate," I said. "You can't celebrate with water."

"I've quit drinking alcohol," Rocky answered. "Pregnant women shouldn't drink." She laughed aloud at the look on my face.

"What? When? How?" I sputtered and stuttered.

Smiling she said "The When was about two months ago.  Did you really ask How?"

"The doc says in about seven months you're going to be a daddy," Rocky told me. "I guess our Night Moves were pretty good."

The End



Night Moves



With gratitude and respect to Bob Seger.

*

She was perched on a stool at the end of the bar, absently surveying the lack of talent on the dance floor. It was still early in the evening and apparently not enough alcohol had been consumed to allow the dancers to exhibit any sense of rhythm whatsoever. She hoped some of her friends would show up soon, so they could prove that some of the people in this neighborhood could at least keep a beat. 

Kayla loved Friday nights, especially in the summertime. The first night of the weekend always held the promise of potential; being able to sleep in on Saturday morning and maybe spend a lazy day in bed. Of course, that would depend on whether or not the right person was available to occupy her time in that bed.

Lately she had been obsessed with Anthony, one of the guys in her crew of friends. It was a great bunch of people, guys and girls, some attached, some not. Kayla had hooked up with a couple of the guys in the group, but it was mostly a "friends with benefits" sort of arrangement. Anthony was a lot of fun in bed and he would be there soon. She was looking forward to hopefully spending the night and the next day with him.

Kayla continued to people-watch while casually sipping at her beer and playing with the pieces of her long, curly hair that refused to stay in her loosely-tied ponytail. She noticed four guys hovering around a table near the dance floor. One them had his to back to her and Kayla couldn't help but admire how well his jeans fit him. As if he felt her stare, he slyly turned his head and winked at her. Kayla looked away, embarrassed to have been discovered peeking at his physique. She didn't see the smirk on his face when she turned her head.

It seemed to take forever for her friends to arrive, but finally they began to appear. There were nine of them there; including Kayla, there were four girls and five guys. Anthony looked particularly appealing and Kayla flirted openly with him, hoping that he would offer her his attention.

Anthony, however, was transfixed by a girl on the dance floor who obviously had already downed a few too many drinks. He finished his beer, excused himself from the group and made his way over to where she was gyrating on the dance floor. Kayla was disappointed, but knew that it would be fruitless to try to regain his focus at that moment. She would be patient and wait for the right time to catch his attention; presently he was stalking fresh meat.

While Anthony was occupied on the dance floor, Kayla's eyes wandered back to the guy with the great physique. She wondered what it would feel like to have her hands gripping on to that fabulous butt. Again, he turned his head and caught her looking at him. Kayla smiled at him before she blushed and turned away.

She chatted with her friends for a few minutes, occasionally glancing over to see Anthony's progress on the dance floor. It didn't take long for him to be pressed up against the tipsy dance-girl and Kayla knew that if she didn't interrupt them soon, her chances of spending the night with Anthony would be nonexistent. She excused herself from her friends and headed toward the dance floor.

It was too late. As Kayla approached the couple, Anthony introduced her to his new friend, Gina. Then he told Kayla that he was going to give Gina a ride home because she was too drunk to drive herself. Kayla was disappointed, but she maintained her composure long enough to tell Anthony to be careful. She abruptly walked to the ladies' room and locked herself in one of the stalls, reminding herself that she and Anthony were casual partners, that he didn't owe her any explanations, and that she shouldn't be so horribly let down. Although these facts were the truth, it didn't make it hurt any less.

By the time she made her way back to her seat, Anthony and Gina were gone and her friends were either on the dance floor or mingling with other people at the bar. Kayla climbed back onto her bar-stool and waited for the bartender to make her way back around so she could order another drink. She looked dejected, sitting with her chin in her hand, her body language displaying her defeat.

As the bartender took her drink order, a deep voice behind Kayla added, "Make that two, please." Kayla swung around to find the guy she had seen earlier, with best-fitting jeans ever, standing there. "I hope you don't mind if I buy you a drink," he said, smiling at her.

"No, not at all," she managed to stammer, still surprised at his sudden appearance.

She turned around completely on the bar-stool so she could face him. He had long, wavy, dark hair that reached below his shoulders and dark eyes that seemed to be studying every inch of her. He very slowly moved his eyes from the tips of her high-heeled shoes, up her tanned legs, over the tiny mini-skirt and low-cut top until he looked into her eyes. She most definitely felt like he had already undressed her, and a dark blush crept up into her cheeks.

As the bartender set the bottles down on the bar, he leaned over Kayla to grab the drinks and said, "I'm Scott."

"I'm Kayla," she answered, as he handed her one of the bottles.

"Nice to meet you, Kayla," he said, as he clicked his bottle against hers. "Here's to making new friends."

She watched as he took a long draw from the bottle, and then she asked, "Speaking of friends, where'd all of your friends get to?"

"Well," he began, "two of them already took off, and it looks like my ride home no longer has room for me in his car."

"What do you mean?" Kayla asked.

"Just wait a sec," Scott answered. As if on cue, Scott's friend, who Kayla guessed must have been the driver, stumbled over toward Kayla and Scott. The tipsy driver was leading a petite blond girl by the hand.

"Hey, Scott, listen," the friend started, "I'm gonna' head out. You think you can find a ride home?"

Scott looked over at Kayla. She looked down in her lap, pondering whether or not she wanted to be a part of this problem. Scott's gaze never left Kayla's face. Before she could say a word, Scott answered his friend, "Yeah, I'll find a way home. Don't worry about it, buddy. Have fun."

With that, Scott's friend and the little blond headed toward the door. Kayla looked up and tilted her head a bit as she studied Scott. He confidently looked her right in the eye.

"So how're you getting home, Scott?" Kayla asked.

Kayla's hand was resting in her lap. Scott reached out and stroked his finger across the back of her fingers. He wondered if she knew how hot she looked, perched on that stool with those legs that went on forever and those wicked high heels. "Well, Kayla, I was hoping maybe you could help me out with that," he responded.

Kayla gritted her teeth. "You're certainly assuming a lot, aren't you?" she snapped.

Scott stepped back. "Hey, no pressure. I'll be honest with you...I just thought maybe you wanted some company. I was watching you on the dance floor and saw your friend leave with that other chick, that's all." He stopped talking and took a sip of his beer. Kayla was looking down at her lap again, her wayward curls spilling over her face. Scott leaned in close and said quietly, "I'll tell you what, Kayla. I would never have walked away from you. You look...amazing in that skirt. No need to get defensive."

Kayla closed her eyes and blushed again, realizing how rude she had been. "I'm sorry, Scott. I just thought... well, Anthony is more than just a friend, but he's not my boyfriend, or anything. I thought we..." She didn't finish the statement, realizing that it wasn't any of Scott's business. She took another sip of her beer to shut herself up.

She changed the subject. "So, Scott, do you work?, she asked.

"I'm a student. I work part-time as a landscaper," he answered. "I've been working on my tan-lines, mostly," he laughed. He set down his beer and pulled his shirt up, revealing his tanned torso and the faint white line at his waistband.

Kayla had already noticed the warm tone of his skin, but now she really took the time to look at Scott. He had a nice build -- slender, but toned, like he lifted weights. She was beginning to like what she saw. It was all she could do to refrain from reaching out to touch his bronzed skin. She quickly turned back toward the bar and took another swig from her bottle. This was getting interesting and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead. She loved the feeling of anticipation that was building up inside her.

It was getting late in the evening. Kayla's friends had already gone home. The disc jockey slid a couple of slow songs into the mix and the dance floor filled up. Scott put his beer down on the bar and held out his hand.

"Come out and dance with me, Kayla," he said.

Kayla looked into his dark eyes and couldn't seem to resist. She took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor.

"I haven't seen you on the dance floor all night. I didn't think you liked to dance," she said to him, as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I don't," he replied. "But holding you close like this isn't exactly doing the mambo."

Kayla took a deep breath and allowed herself to relax in his embrace. He was a little taller than she was, and it felt good to be in his arms, even though they had just met. She reached her arms up and held on to his shoulders, and suddenly found herself resting her cheek against his chest. He held her, his hand absently stroking her hair, and they slowly rocked to the beat of the music.

When the song ended, Kayla lifted her head and looked into Scott's eyes. He was looking at her lips, and she felt lightheaded as he pressed his hands against her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her, gently, right there on the dance floor. When he pulled away, it took her a few seconds to regain her composure. He noticed her moment of instability and took her hand to help her back to her seat.

Kayla carefully managed to get up onto the bar-stool, and took a swig of her beer, trying to get her bearings.

"So, Scott, where do you live?" she inquired.

"Well, technically, I live upstate," he answered, "but I'm staying with my sister and her husband this weekend. They live in the Highgate Condos out in West Kingsford. Do you know where that is?"

"Yeah, I do," Kayla answered. She considered the situation for a minute, then continued, "So, you don't have any privacy there, do you?"

Scott finished his beer and put down the empty bottle. He turned Kayla's stool so that her back was up against the bar and maneuvered himself between her legs. He put his hands on the bar on either side of her, effectively trapping her there. He looked at Kayla with a slight smile. "Why, no, I don't have any privacy there, Kayla. Why? What exactly did you have in mind?" he teased as he twisted his finger around a stray curl of her hair.

"Oh, I don't know, Scott," she responded. "It's just that if I'm going to give you a ride home, I've always heard that nobody rides for free."

He looked at her blankly and backed away from her. "What does that mean?" he asked.

Kayla finished her beer and set the bottle on the bar before she turned to him, grinning. She crossed her long legs and leaned over provocatively, allowing him to see clearly down her low-cut blouse. "Cash, grass, or ass, baby. Nobody rides for free," she shot back.

Scott burst into laughter, a little shocked by her candor. "Well, I'm kinda broke, and I don't smoke, but I'm sure we can negotiate a deal somehow," he said through his laughter.

"That sounds like a plan!" Kayla said as she grabbed her pocketbook and stepped down from the bar-stool. "Let's get you home before your sister gets worried."

Together they walked out into the parking lot. Scott stopped when Kayla approached a small pickup truck.

"A truck-driving girl, eh?" he asked

"Oh, hell, yeah!" she answered. "You got a problem with that?"

"Hell, no, missy!" he replied as he climbed into the truck. "It's just that the high heels had me fooled for a few minutes back there."

"Oh, baby, I'm full of surprises," Kayla said.

She pulled out of the parking lot and turned toward West Kingsford. It was only about a fifteen minute drive from the bar. It was a clear, warm night, so Kayla rolled down the truck windows and opened the moon roof. There were several plant nurseries and farms located on the narrow rural road on which they traveled and the sweet smells of ripening fruit and flowers drifted in the air.

While Kayla was driving, Scott relaxed in the passenger seat. He allowed his left hand to cautiously wander over to Kayla's right thigh, tracing his fingers lightly against her bare skin. She looked over at him and smiled, not making any effort to stop his exploration. She was feeling somewhat intoxicated and it had nothing to do with the beer she had finished earlier.

Kayla spotted a small dirt road at the edge of a cornfield and she abruptly turned onto it. She turned off the headlights and drove out of sight of the main road before she turned off the ignition. She grinned at Scott as she undid her safety belt and she reached behind the passenger seat and retrieved a large blanket.

She got out of the truck and walked around to the passenger door and opened it. She reached over and took him by the hand. Not a word passed between them as he followed her to an opening in the cornfield. He helped her place the blanket on the ground, and then watched as she kicked off her shoes and tried to tame the mass of curls that had been undone by the open windows of the truck.

They were on a small patch of level ground at the edge of the cornfield, surrounded by the sound of crickets, cicadas and the dim light of the stars. There was a gentle breeze that made the cornstalks rustle slightly. Scott had a vague thought that there was something risqué and exciting about being outside with this girl in the middle of a field.

Kayla walked over to Scott and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground. She grabbed a handful of his long hair and pressed her lips to his while her other hand caressed his chest and abdomen. She kissed her way down his body until she knelt in front of him and undid his jeans, undressing him all the way. Then she reached her hands around and squeezed that oh-so-perfect butt that she had been admiring all night. Finally she leaned back and patted the blanket with her hand, gesturing for him to lie down. He rested on his back, his arms folded beneath his head, and watched hungrily as she stood in front of him doing a silent striptease. She slowly undid one button at a time until her blouse came off. Then she unhooked her bra and dropped it on his chest. Finally, she turned her back to him and twisted her way out of the tiny mini skirt, ending with her bending over in front of him. There was nothing else under there.

She dropped to her knees again and crawled over to him. When Scott tried to rise up to meet Kayla, she pushed him back down. She was not usually in charge sexually, but tonight, with this man she just met, she wanted to be the one in control. Her passion was overwhelming. Scott was in no position to argue with her and he eagerly waited to see what she would do next.

She knelt between his legs and took his already erect cock into her hand and teased him with her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock while her fingers lightly stroked his shaft. She licked and sucked on Scott until his hips started to grind into her. He moaned and his fingers tangled in her hair. He wanted to finish in her mouth; she wasn't going to let him. She wanted his cock inside her.

She was insane with desire when she finally spread her legs wide and straddled him. Kayla was so wet that Scott's cock teased at her opening only for a moment before he slid inside of her. He reached down to hold onto her hips, helping to raise and lower her onto his shaft. She had her hands on his chest to give her leverage as she moved her hips up and down, riding him voraciously. Her long hair was sweeping back and forth across his face and chest as she fucked him with abandon. She started to make animal noises as her orgasm began to build. Scott moved his fingers to rub Kayla's throbbing clit as he tried desperately not to come; he wanted to savor every second of this woman wildly riding his cock.

Kayla's movements became faster as her excitement mounted. Her thighs were burning from exertion as she pounded her hips onto Scott, impaling herself with his hard cock. His probing fingers found her nub, rubbing and rubbing her, until she felt the blood rushing to her pussy from every direction. Scott couldn't hold back any longer, either. As Kayla screamed into the night, Scott grabbed her hips, forcing his cock into her as far as he could go. He felt her pussy clench onto his cock as he exploded inside her, and he grunted loudly, trying to keep up with her primal outburst.

Kayla slowly thrust her hips up and down onto Scott a few more times, as if she was trying to milk every drop of cum out of him. She leaned forward and rested her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, almost as if they were on the dance floor again. Only this time when Kayla looked up, Scott kissed her hard, grinding his mouth against hers, invading her mouth with his tongue.

Scott gently lifted Kayla off of him and rolled her onto her back. He pinned her arms over her head and kissed her, long and hard, until she was gasping for air. He moved his lips down her neck, sucking and kissing her, and then down to her breasts. He fondled her and sucked on her nipples until Kayla arched her back and pulled his hair; then he started to bite her, too. She cried out, not in pain, but in passion. He was becoming aroused again just from touching her, and she was more than willing to offer herself to him.

He felt her shift underneath him and her legs were spread open to him once more. He moved back so that he was kneeling between her thighs and he pulled her legs up so that her ankles were up over his shoulders. He entered her easily and got harder as he watched his cock disappear inside of her slick cunt. As he began to fuck her faster and faster, he grabbed her ankles, holding them straight up in front of him, almost as if he was fucking her from behind. Kayla was writhing and grinding as he pushed her legs apart so that she was straddling in mid-air. He put his thumb on her clit and his touch sent Kayla over the edge. Scott pumped her so hard that she could hear his balls slapping into her and she felt it when his hot cum filled her. He didn't make a sound, but his eyes were closed and his mouth was open in a silent scream.

Scott wearily disengaged himself from between Kayla's legs and collapsed on the blanket next to her, panting. He reached over and tried to straighten Kayla's tangled hair. She smiled, looking like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

"Payment received. Did you want a receipt for that?" she purred, as she moved closed enough to intertwine her legs with his and rest her head on his shoulder.

"Not necessary. I'm pretty sure I have proof of purchase," he answered as he pulled her close.

They rested on the blanket, listening to the sounds of the warm summer night and luxuriating in the feeling of satisfied desires. It was Kayla who finally brought them back to reality.

"I guess I better get you home, Scott," she whispered.

He wanted to go for round three, but exhaustion was catching up with him. "Mmmm, I guess," he murmured.

"Come on, before you fall asleep out here. It's going to be sunrise soon." Kayla nudged him in the ribs.

"Oh, okay. Killjoy," he mumbled.

The two of them struggled to get all of their clothes back on without taking bits of grass and dirt with them. Kayla folded up the blanket and she and Scott walked back to the truck, trying to ensure that Kayla's heels didn't sink into the dirt. Kayla tossed the blanket into the bed of the truck, not wanting to get corn stalks and dirt in the cab.




Night Moves



She carefully backed the truck out of the field and continued the journey to West Kingsford. She turned into the entrance of Highgate, and Scott told her to pull over. He leaned over the console and gave her a long, slow kiss. "Well, thanks for the ride, Kayla," he whispered.

"Oh, no, Scott. Thank YOU for the ride," she kidded.

He got out of the truck and walked over to Kayla's open window. He leaned in and held her face in his warm hands and kissed her again. Then he reached out his hand and twisted his finger around the same stray curl of hair he'd played with at the bar. "Goodnight, sexy," he whispered, and then he was gone.

He started walking toward one of the buildings. He turned and waved to Kayla; she waved back. She watched until he disappeared into the building, then she did a U-turn, and headed back home. Too bad she would never see Scott again. She didn't even know his last name. It didn't matter, though. He didn't know hers, either. Right now, she was tired and couldn't wait to get home and get to sleep. Right after she took a shower and got the corn silk out of her hair, of course.

The sun would be up soon. She could stay in bed all day, and then maybe she would give Anthony a call and find out what he was doing later. After all, it was Saturday. She had a whole new night of adventure ahead.